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Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 14:58:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Ken Subject: Baseball Boy Let me tell you about my afternoon as a baseball boy with my sir. My name is Ken, but my sir calls me Kenny or boy. My sir is Harold. He is 50, 6'1, 180 pounds and in good shape. He has a slender face, nice arms, silver hair cut short, and a trim salt and pepper moustache. He is a businessman who earns a very good living. We live in the country in a nice house with big yards. I'm 22, but look much younger. I'm 5'8, 155 pounds with short brown hair and brown eyes. I'm fairly tanned because I have to cut the grass and do yard work. My sir/master enjoys dominating me, humiliating me, and punishing me if I've been bad. I serve at his whim and it turns me on. Sometimes we do little things, like the other day he made me go to dinner with him with my fly down the whole time. After dinner, he made me pump and pay for gas, get a few items at a grocery store, and rent a couple movies. It was very tough knowing anyone could see my white briefs sticking through the fly. Other times we spend a day or part of a day role-playing. Last Saturday, my master told me it was Baseball Day! We had never played this game before so I was nervous and excited. I was taken to my room and showed my uniform for the afternoon. On my boy bed (with sheets from a popular sci-fi movie from the 70s) was a complete baseball uniform. Cap, jersey, knee-length white uniform pants, cleats, white socks, striders, athletic supporter, and a cup. Master told me to strip off my shorts and white Fruit of the Looms and get dressed. I was to refer to my master as Coach until further notice or I would be punished. I pulled the jockstrap on and Coach showed me how to put the cup inside my jock and arrange my boy balls and penis. I completed the outfit. After I put on the cleats, Coach got mad because I was wearing shoes in the house. I was told to lay on the side of the bed for a spanking. I laid down and felt the cup press tightly against my groin. Smack! I felt coach's big hand slap my rear end. Four more in quick succession made my rear end sting red. I took off the cleats and headed to the backyard. Coach came out in a few minutes dressed in gray sweat pants, which showed his nice bulge, white t-shirt, and ball cap. He gave me my glove and we played catch for a few minutes to warm up. He game me pointers on throwing. When I dropped the ball once, Coach ordered me to the patio and made me bend over a table. Coach spanked my firm young boy butt 5 times. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Darn those really smarted. "Next time you drop a ball boy, you'll get worse than a spanking. Hear?" he barked. "Yes Coach," I said meekly. "Boy, we're going to field some grounders now," he ordered. I scrambled out towards the woods and Coach started peppering ground balls with an aluminum bat to me. I did pretty well on the grounders, but he kept hitting them harder and harder. After about 10 minutes, sweat was starting to run down my back and I could fell moisture building in my jock and cup. Suddenly, I missed an easy one and was ordered to head to "home plate." When I got there, Coach was not happy. "Boy, if you want to make the Big League, you better not miss any softies. Now, drop and give me 10 RIGHT NOW!" he yelled. I got on the ground and started doing my punishment. When I got to 10, I started to get up. Suddenly, I felt a size 11 tennis shoe in the small of my back which held me propped up. "Boy, you didn't get close enough to the ground for my taste. You have to touch the ground with your belly or your cup. Do you hear me BOY?" he hollered. Then, he shoved me to the ground with his foot and held me there. He pressed down with a lot of weight causing me to gasp. His foot switched to my rear end and gave me a bit of a stomp and then put his weight on my tender cheeks. My cup ground into the backyard grass and began to hurt. I whimpered a little bit from the pain as my groin was pressed harder into the cool grass. "Hurt boy?" "Mmph.yes sir a bit" "Good, now 5 more." I did the five pushups making sure my cup touched the ground. When I stood up, I was chastised again and Coach gave me a quick rap on my cup. I jumped as his knuckles made a dull thud on the protective equipment. "Boy, I think I have your attention now!" he grinned. I was told that if I screwed up again, more punishments would be forthcoming. I headed out for fly ball practice. Coach made me stand looking into the high sun and I knew I was in trouble. Fly ball after fly ball came towards me. I fielded most by shading my eyes. Then, he hit a line drive to my left and I really had to hoof it to get to it. I knew I wouldn't make it on my feet and made a last ditch, face first dive for the ball. The ball slipped under my glove and I crashed into the grass. My tender boy testicles took a thump from sliding across the grass. When I stood up, I had a grass stain on my clean white jersey and green marks on my knees. I fetched the ball and saw Coach waving me towards him. He eyed me up and down. "Close your eyes boy! You should have gotten to it quicker. Rookie mistake and know you have to pay for it." I closed my eyes. I didn't know what was coming, but I bet it was going to hurt! The pain was dulled, but I crumpled to my knees when Coach hit me in the cup with a closed fist. The cup did its' job and took the brunt of the blow, but the force still crunched my boy testicles and I felt a bit nauseous. "You like that boy? You never know when a ball my hit you in your jewels. That cup should take the blow, but you'll feel it later." "Now young man, you made your uniform dirty. Looks like you are ready for some practice on your sliding. Go get a hoe and rake a second base and a home plate area. I'm going to get some water. You better be done by the time I get back with the bases. Or, you'll be sorry young man." He went in the house and I ran to the garage and got a hoe. I cleared 2 areas about the size of what he wanted. I had just finished when he emerged with a tiny plastic cup with some warm water in it. I gulped it down as fast as I could. He grinned and went back in the house and brought out a real base and a home plate. Where the heck did he find those? He put them on the ground and told me to start with second base. He guarded the bag and acted like he was taking throws. I had to run full speed or he would say I was loafing. Each foot first slide in the rough dirt scraped up my knees or lower legs. He would put a full tag on and smack my legs hard with the glove and ball. After 20 minutes, I was sweating and starting to slow down. "Boy, don't you loaf on me. I think you need to practice some face first slides into home plate." He went into the house for a moment and returned with a well-defined bulge in his sweats. Coach had put a cup on to protective himself from any collisions. He took up position and I barreled towards home. I dove headfirst and was rewarded with a smack on the head with his glove. He told me to keep doing it. Each slide raspberried my belly with rough dirt and rocks. My groin was taking a beating with each slide. Thank God for that cup! When I would slide the cup would often bounce or twist if I didn't slide straight. I was covered in dirt from head to toe and my white uniform was very dirty and sweaty. Coach told me to stop and said he was not happy with my sliding. Uh oh. He made me close my eyes and I knew it was coming. Wham! Coach punched me even harder in cup. This time it was really hard and it knock the wind out of me and I lay crumpled up on the dirt. Coach came over and told me to lay flat on my back and just breathe as normally as I could. When I was just about recovered, Coach delivered a quick stomp to my cup and I rolled around on the ground. My boy testicles weren't hurting that bad, but the cup had ground into my groin and I knew there was going to be bruises later. I finally got on all fours and felt another kick from behind, between my legs. His foot really caught my tender young testicles in my cup hard. I cried out in pain and collapsed on the hard dirt. My boy nuts were throbbing and my penis had shrunk like I was in 40 degree water. "Boy, it's time you needed some private instruction. Now get up and get in that house right now!" He spanked my ass all the way to my room. "Strip out of that uniform right now boy or you'll be sorry!" I quickly stripped down until he told me to stop. I was wearing just my jockstrap and cup. Coach grinned and ordered me to his room. I flinched each time his hand slapped my rear end which was red from his hand and all the sliding. My belly was scraped up and so were my knees. When I got to his room, Coach ordered me to drink all the water in the bedside pitcher. I drained the whole thing and asked for more. I drank two whole pitchers of cool water. After I had recovered a bit, Coach ordered me to strip him down. First, I took off his cap, then his tennis shoes. I pulled each sock off and threw them in the hamper. Next, I peeled off his sweaty white t-shirt. His chest is covered with a nice mat of silver and black hairs that trail down to his waistband. I gulped as he ordered me to take off his sweat pants. I undid the tie string and eased the sweats over his prominent bulge. He was wearing a brand new white jockstrap with a cup. He instructed me to remove the jock and cup gently and then put the dirty clothes in the hamper. I nodded and eased the tight elastic band out and down. The cup flopped out onto the floor as the tension of the tight athletic supporter suddenly eased. My Coach's cock flopped out of its' confines and bobbed over his large balls. I took the jock strap down and ran the clothes to the hamper. "Now, get on your knees and lick the sweat off my cock boy!" I scrambled onto my scraped knees and grasped his cock with my hand, which was promptly slapped away. "I didn't say use your hands young man, just your tongue" I started lapping at his soft cock which is about 4 inches soft. My master has a beautiful cock. It is fairly thick soft, with a large mushroom-shaped knob that is shiny purple. He is not circumcised and the loose folds of skin enshroud his knob, leaving only a small diameter opening from which the slit and a little bit of knob poke through. I licked the sweaty, but smooth skin of his shaft and worked the tip of my tongue under his foreskin. His cock began twitching as I slid lower to reach his balls, which I had been ordered to lick as well. Coach has fairly large balls that are covered in silver hairs. His balls are about the size of goose eggs. I love to see the bulge he makes in his Fruit of the Looms with those hefty nuts and his cock, which pushes straight out at rest over his balls. I run my nose through his ample thatch of0 pubic hair above his cock and keep swabbing his cock and balls with my tongue. The sweat and musky scent is so manly. Coach tells me to use my hands and start sucking his cock. I use my hand to work his foreskin back and run my tongue all over his thick knob. A drop of precum oozes from the slit, which I quickly lick clean. Master doesn't allow precum to drip for his cock at any time. My job is to catch it first which I do with relish. His cock keeps expanding as I lick him and take him deeper into my boy mouth. My own penis is starting to swell painfully inside the cup and jock. I moan and groan as I suck his cock lovingly. I feel his shaft swell and know he is getting fully erect. His cock shaft is rather solid and somewhat thick, with a large vein underneath and a good size vein across the top of this shaft. The knob is gagging me as it has swollen to its' full girth. I swallow his shaft, all 7.5 inches of Coach's cock. I bob on it for close to 20 minutes. Coach's groans and urgings tell me I'm being a good boy. Suddenly, I am ordered off his gorgeous shaft and am thrown face first onto the bed. My feet are on the floor with my cup pressed on the side of the bed. I get 5 hard spanks. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Then, he walks into the bathroom. I know not to move or he'll really sting my rear end with that paddle in the corner. Coach comes back and growls huskily. I feel his long middle finger covered with KY slide into my boy tunnel. My penis is pressed painfully inside the cup as it struggles to get fully extended. Coach's finger works my sphincter with KY and gently probes the soft tissue of my tunnel. The finger slips out and I whimper lightly, which I know Coach loves to hear. A strong hand pulls my cheeks apart and I feel his thick knob pressing gently against my opening. I relax because I know the battleship is coming soon. The big mushroom prods me until it pops through my stretched sphincter. Oh god, the pain, the pleasure. Without warning, my boy tunnel is filled with 7.5 inches of thick Coach cock. The splitting open of my rear end is hot, painful, glorious, and shocking. I can feel the big knob pressed up inside my guts as his shaft spreads the tunnel side. His shaft is very round and presses in all directions. I can feel his hairy, heavy ball sac resting against my thighs and bottom of my cup and jock. Coach begins to screw my young boy ass slowly, but thoroughly. All the way back to the knob, then driven all the way to the hilt. As he picks up speed, his body presses into mine and crushes me against his bed. My cock is painfully-crunched by the cup. I want my boy penis to be free and hard, but it is trapped and hurts like heck. The bed starts to bang against the wall as his thrusts become more forceful. He occasionally stops to deliver a spank to my burning rear end. His cock skewering my rear end is magnificent. I love master's cock filling me. His hips begin to thrust faster and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. I moan and cry out as his full strokes pummel my tender ass cheeks. The pain in my cock is tremendous and he knows it. He grinds at the end of the strokes to make me cry out and squirm under his firm arms. As his thrusts hit full speed, the sound of his heavy scrotum slapping my thighs and ass turns me on even more. The feel of a dominant man's cum-filled goose eggs slamming into me is the best feeling ever. It means I am going to be filled with his thick, white sperm soon. He rises up on his arms and really begins to hammer me. I cry out that my cock is being hurt. He laughs and then suddenly my ass is empty as his cock slings out. I am forcefully flipped over on my back. Coach is standing there with his shiny 7.5 inch piece of uncut meat flapping over his loose scrotum. He reaches in with both hands and yanks my jockstrap and cup off with one rapid motion. My 6-inch boy penis springs free and slaps my smooth belly. The fat, shiny red tip is smeared in precum and the slender shaft throbs in time with my racing heart. My lightly-haired balls are a bit swollen from their average size, but are pulled up in their sac. Coach orders me to grab my knees and I watch as his stout shaft dips down to my exposed, helpless opening. I cry out again as I am filled with Coach's big column of flesh. The knob drives deep and balls slap my ass. Coach pummels my tender rear end and the bed slams the wall. Oh god, I can feel my orgasm coming. His cock is pounding my young prostrate and I'm going to.. "Oh god, Coach..I.ungh..I'm..got to...oh.oh...gonna spurt...oh.OH!" I yelped as my several spurts of thick, pearly white boy cum erupt from my throbbing penis and shower my smooth chest and abraded belly. Four, five, and finally a small sixth spurt of my boy jism spurt out from my narrow slit. I'm covered in sweat, cum, and Coach's sweat is dripping onto my body too. He is grunting like a hog as his thrusts become quicker and shorter. I hold onto my knees for dear life as I know his big daddy orgasm is coming soon. His head tilts farther and farther back, then he pulls his meat out of my hole with a wet plop and he leans over my young boy body. His hand drops to his cock and begins short stroking madly. I watch the big slit in his purple knob as he worked his orgasm closer and closer. With a mad cry, master looks down and a massive rope of thick, whitish, slimy cum jets onto my chest. Another rope follows that spans my belly and mixes with my boy juice. Master works six more spurts of his heavy cum out of his heavy bull balls. He keeps stroking the foreskin up over his knob as he urges more jism to keep dripping out of his cock. He finally leaves the hood over his knob and collapses onto my belly covered with our cum and sweat. He kisses me deeply and tells me he loves me. If you liked this, let me know at hagenf1@yahoo.com. Thanks, Ken.

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Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 13:56:25 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #11: Humiliation Therapy, Part Two So, there I was, on my knees, naked, in a motel suite living room with a dozen silverfoxes in various stages of undress and erections with an hour of servitude on the clock. Old Gus was not satisfied with me just licking the head of his massive cock and began to push its mushroom head into my lips. His cock was enormous with a HUGE cap on top, almost 3 inches wide! Just my luck I thought, the first one today has to be the biggest. "Come on now sweet-thing, don't be shy. Open those lips for Daddy Gus. I KNOW you want to suck some cock today, you got the look, baby. I know a good cocksucker when I see one". With a solid thrust forward, he penetrated my mouth, my lips barely making it around the whole head and I began to suck. The cameras started flashing wildly and the remaining men hooting and howling with some jerking their cocks ferociously. I strained at the effort of sucking Gus' tool and could only make it about halfway down the thick, long shaft when trying to deep throat it. This was work! Some of the other old-timers knelt beside me and began to shoot their loads, some choosing to squirt onto my back or on my ass cheeks. Master Billy was having a grand time videotaping it all while Master John was getting some good head from another old Army buddy named Pete. When Gus pulled his monstrous cock out of my mouth to shoot his load on my face, it was incredible. He pumped and pumped and pumped out gobs and gobs of goo. I've never seen so much cum in one orgasm before! It seemed that the size of his load was directly proportional to the size of his dick! He moaned and groaned as the rest cheered and I fell to the floor, almost completely covered in cum. Gus was now out cold, sleeping in the chair, cum still dripping from the slit of his flaccid member. Shortly, I was beset upon by three other sex-crazed seniors who lifted me up and walked me to the shower where they hosed me off with their piss and then joined me for a real shower. They soaped each other up and then me, the four of us groping and kissing and stroking each others cocks and balls. Master Billy continued to videotape everything, of course. He was on his 2nd videocassette by now. One by one we all came and then washed off. Drying each other down, we continued to kiss and fondle one another. With their three sets of hands still feeling me all over, they walked me back to the living room where we saw that at least half of the guys had now left, including the infamous Gus (Thank God! My mouth was still sore from stretching around that knob!). Sitting on the couch between the last two gents began innocently enough with just kissing and hugging but led to eventually kneeling before them and alternately sucking each of their pricks and feeling them shoot their cum-wads into my captive mouth. Filming all of this action had left my Master Billy in a state of sexual frenzy. Throwing down his camera, he stripped himself nude, exposing his fully-stiff and beet-red erection, and ordered me to get on all fours for him. He mounted me from behind and proceeded to fuck me in the ass with his remaining pals all watching and cheering. This was humilation at its peak for me that day. I don't know if you can really call it therapeutic, but it was defintely an experience I'll never forget. Until next time, love, Heywood

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Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 15:57:34 -0800 From: TopLegal Subject: Shave-me-now Shave Me Now ============ By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Invite ------ A black envelope with white, chalk-like writing had arrived in the mail. Despite the anthrax scare and the lack of a return address, I was drawn to open the envelope. The envelope itself was an expensive, thick paper stock and it was tightly sealed. I had to resort to a letter opener to extract the contents. A heavy piece of folded black card stock was inside. I removed the card and examined it. There were no notations on the outside of the card and it seemed to be made of the same stock as the envelope. I unfolded the card carefully. A thin white piece of tissue paper fell out. On the inside of the black card a piece of white paper was carefully mounted on one side. Red calligraphic ink was neatly hand printed on the white portion: > Dear Gunther: > > You are receiving a very special, and personal, invitation to an > exclusive party. I would be most honored to have the pleasure of > your visit at a gathering of the hottest most exclusive men in > San Francisco. > > If you are man enough for the challenge, be at XXX Howard Street > at 0100 on 8 Dec 2001. > > X I must admit I was intrigued and except for planning to go hang in a bar and end up dateless, so I decided I would take up X's invitation. Friday ------ I selected my clothing for the evening carefully. I picked out a bar of boots, tight fitting jeans and a T-shirt. I put on my bike helmet and took my Suzuki motorcycle from the Castro over towards the SOMA address. I parked my bike on the street and took the helmet with me. I rang the bell at 0055, and got no answer. I thought about leaving, but the invitation had stirred my juices. I waited till 0100 and without even ringing the doorbell, a young barely legal, shaved boy wearing only a small bikini brief and a collar around his neck opened the door saying, "Gunther?" I almost left, but my curiosity got the better of me and I stepped inside. The young boy locked the door behind me and took my helmet and placed it on a table in the entry area. "Follow me please," he said and walked up a staircase towards a dark loft area. I followed, observing that he appeared to be completely shaved: head, armpits, etc. I assumed that under the bikini his pubic hair was gone, but decided against asking. My guide did not offer his name and did not talk with me. After we reached the first landing, he asked for my invitation which I handed to him. He took it and told me to get undressed and sit on the couch until my host was ready and then bounded up the stairs further into the darkness. I was in an empty warehouse like room which seemed unheated. The only light was from a single light down a flight of stairs. No light seemed to be coming from the high level where the cute guide had disappeared. There was nowhere for me to sit or to put my clothes, but I decided to go for broke and stripped naked. I stood in the second level staring at the empty space for a while till my guide returned. "This way please," my guide said. I followed him into darkness and he led me to a small room lit only by a black light. "Sit there," my guide said pointing to a white stool that glowed oddly in the black light. "I need to shave you for your meeting," my guide said matter of factly. "Um," I started. He continued, "relax, this is quite enjoyable and you will get used to it." He took out a clipper with a small guide and turned it on. I nodded and he began to remove my thick head of lush blonde hair in quick strokes. It felt weird to have a shaved, naked boy hovering over me removing my hair. I badly wanted a mirror to watch my hair removal as the hair fell onto the floor in quick bursts. In the darkness it was hard to say whether there were remains of other men's hair. I noticed something about my guide, he was blue eyed and I suspected blonde. I was blue eyed, and blonde. Was that a thread of commonality? With the bulk of my hair removed, my guide applied a liberal dose of shaving cream to my head and took out a razor. "Hold still," he said as he began to run the razor against my head. The feel of the cold steel blade against my head was erotic in the darkness. And it felt good as my guide removed the small stubble of my hair. I felt a huge boner as he rubbed a towel with moisturizer over my now shaved skinhead. "See, I told you this was relaxing," my guide said remarking on my boner. "Stand up please." I stood up and he lifted my left arm up and ran the clippers through my armpit hair. Oddly, all I wanted was another full set of hair so it could be shaved again. I had never been shaved before, but the way my guide was doing it was so hot and relaxing. He was quite expert at hair removal and he took his time getting my entire body clean of even the slightest peach fuzz. Up until the last minute, he avoided my pubic region. Then the question, "ready for your crotch?" I was still throwing a huge boner and his hand reached down and stroked my shaft. "Yes please," I said softly as he stroked my cock and began clipping my pubic hair and then shaving it. As he rubbed moisturizer onto my denuded pubes I shot a load onto the floor. My guide was meticulous in his hair removal and took a nose hair clipper with a fresh blade cover and cleaned my nose hairs, ear hairs, and then worked with a tweezer and a flashlight to pluck some additional nose hairs. Next, attention was turned to my eyebrows. He thinned those with a tweezer. I found my cock erect again and he made me bend over the sink to shave my ass crack. I stroked my own cock and he fingered my fuckhole slightly and I shot another load. "Perfect," he announced as he pulled his finger from my fuckhole. I stood back up and offered me tight leather chaps that left my ass and cock exposed. I put them on. Perfect fit. "How," I wondered. Next black socks followed and a pair of knee high jack boots. Also perfect fits. My guide helped me into the boots and demonstrated the lacing procedure. I had to do the second boot for myself and my guide approved the lacing. I was given a leather halter top and and miltary style cap with insignia I could not recognize imprinted on it. "This way," my guide motioned me out of the bathroom. I was led up another flight of stairs and found myself in an extremely dimly lit room. I could make out a row of similarly dressed men lining the hall in a military formation ten wide by four deep. My guide led me to a spot in front of the assembled men and facing them. "Stay here," my guide said as he left the room. I had some time to make out that different guys had different numbers of stripes on their caps. All were impeccably shaved and identically outfitted to me. All were also blue eyed. All, like me, were less than thirty. After about ten minutes of absolute silence, they parted and a slightly older man, similarly clad wearing a hat with an "X" on top came through the middle. "Welcome, Gunther," his voice thundered, "welcome to the Aryan Brotherhood." My feet failed me, I was totally freaked out. "I am X, once you are initiated you will be known only by your rank, we are an organization of pure Aryan blood devoted to the full enjoyment of our masculine strengths," he continued. "You are a pure Aryan, welcome as a first order novitiate." "But, I'm Jewish," I stammerred. X chuckled slightly, "would you turn away the affections of your handsome brothers?" I stared at the gorgeous, shaved men that surrounded me and shook my head. I wanted to be fucked by each and every one of them. X approached me and guided me to my knees and before I realized it I was being held in place, ever so gently by him and sucking each of my brother's cocks. X told me that I would be evaluated and a decision made as to whether I would be invited to return. The brother's disappeared along with X and my guide reappeared from nowhere to take me downstairs. At the landing, my clothing was missing, but my guide handed me my wallet and keys in a small satchell and then led me downstairs to my bike helmet. Next Day -------- It was still a bit dark, but I had to drive back on my bike wearing the odd leather chaps with my private parts exposed to the elements. At home, I collapsed. When I woke up finally, it was well past noon. I enjoyed feeling my shaved body in the shower and touching different parts of myself while watching in the mirror. I think if I had not been shaved, I would have thought the whole prior night had been a dream. Around four o'clock, my doorbell rang, I went downstairs and my guide was at the door wearing extremely short soccer shorts and a T-shirt that was too tight. His leather collar was visible. I laughed to myself, here in the Castro area of San Francisco he would not even appear that out of place. "Come in," I motioned. He stepped into my house and quickly removed his T-shirt and shorts. I shut the door. "I've come to check that you are ok," he said, "can you please strip so I can inspect you?" I headed to the bathroom and disrobed. My guide quickly ran his hands over my body and checked for any irritation. Then he picked up my razor and some shaving cream. "What are you doing," I asked. "Keeping you smooth," he responded and began applying shaving cream to my face. He then started to shave me. I was fully erect and loving it. He did not speak to me much as he worked the razor over my entire body ensuring that stubble was not forming up again. When he finished he asked if I wanted him to stroke me off, I shook my head and he asked if he could be dismissed. I shook my head. He clasped his hands behind his back and asked what it was he could do. I asked for an explanation about the Brotherhood and what he did for them but he refused to answer me. After a few minutes of futile discussions, he asked permission to leave again and I dismissed him. He headed out into the night leaving me alone to contemplate my experience. Waiting ------- My guide appeared again Sunday in the early evening. I was becoming used to being shaved. It felt wonderful to have another person have to take care of that responsibility for me and so relaxing and erotic at the same time. Again, when he finished he asked permission to leave, but this time I granted it immediately. On Monday, it was odd at work being totally shaved, but this being San Francisco nobody flipped out completely. Monday night I got home late and my guide was standing outside my door shivering slightly. I gave him a key and told him he could use it in the future. He thanked me and then shaved me, all business. I loved every minute of it. I did not even dare ask if I could grow my hair out a bit to have the experience of having it shaved off again. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were identical. The waiting was becoming unbearable, but I realized my still nameless guide had no information to give me. Friday though my guide told me to get dressed, we were going to meet X again. My guide led me to a different location in Hunter's Point. I was a bit freaked to be in that part of town with my genitals exposed on a motorcycle and a guy on the back of my bike who was barely dressed. We pulled into a driveway and my guide entered a code and had me pull into a garage. My guide shut the garage behind me and led me into another warehouse building. X was waiting for me, alone. My guide disappeared. "We have decided to accept you, your guide is quite pleased with you, he will be permanently assigned as your houseboy, you are not to know his name. If he displeases you, whip him. If he pleases you, reward him. The Brotherhood will pay for his care and upkeep. You will of course be contributing most of your income directly to the Brotherhood from now on." "Of course, SIR," I responded without question and standing at attention in my jack boots. "Good, in light of your virility good looks we will start you as a second rank," X said replacing my cap with one bearing two bars. "Henceforth you will be #10046, 2nd order." With that X left the room and my guide returned to lead me to a tattoo parlor. A Brother who I had sucked the other night smiled at me and asked me to sit down. My left shoulder quickly became the site for an Aryan Brotherhood tattoo based on a swastika with the number #1046 written beneath it. After the tattoo job was finished, I sucked off the Brother who had performed the task and then was fucked by him. Life was good. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. See other works by me at $$

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Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 10:40:42 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #7: Reunion in Florida Having only recently returned from my April vacation visit with my senior Florida master, I've finally found the time to share the details with you. When my travel plans were being finalized, I received a package from my Master with a note inside saying that I was to wear the contents of the box under my clothes for the entire flight down to Florida and be sure to still have them on when arriving at his condo. Curiously, I opened the box and discovered a pair of pink, silk, women's panties and a pair of fake nipple rings, the kind that lightly pinch your nipple giving the illusion of an actual piercing. The day I left for Florida I wore both the pink panties and tit rings under my suit and tie outfit. The panties felt great and the feel of the silk kept me semi-hard most of the time. The tit rings were giving my nipples a slight pinch at all times and combined with the silky panties had me excited the whole trip down. When I finally arrived at my Master's condo, I rang the bell and he opened the door wearing a bathrobe and slippers and a smile.......and nothing else. He kissed me on the lips and said one word, "Strip". Doing as I was told, I stripped off my suit coat, tie and shirt. He smiled widely when he saw that I was obediently wearing his tit pinchers. He then opened my belt and trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Eyeing the pink silk panties he said "Good Boy!, now Display for daddy!" I immediately assumed the submissive display position and he circled me, tugging my tits by the clamps, slapping my ass cheeks and feeling the panties, pinching my cock head thru the silk panties and generally enjoying himself immensely. Telling me to relax, I assumed the "at ease" stance as he attached his collar to my neck and clipped his leash to it. Walking me to the sofa by the leash I was ordered to heel and knelt beside him as he sat on the couch. He stroked my hair as we watched some TV and eventually opened his legs wide and pushed my head between them. The smell of his manhood was intoxicating and I began to lick the tip of his cockhead like a cat. He moaned with delight and said, "Lick those balls too, Boy" I answered, "Yes Sir" and went to work coating those beautiful balls with my tongue and saliva while gently stroking and squeezing his cock to fully erect status. Gently putting his hands on either side of my head, he lowered my mouth onto his erection and sat back moaning as I sucked his pole from base to tip repeatedly like a piston. I could feel his cock throbbing and drooling in my mouth while I massaged his churning scrotum with a free hand. "My sweet baby", he groaned, "You are the best, the best ever........., my sweet baby." Then his shaft exploded, shooting wad after wad of his hot white load into my willing mouth. I gulped and swallowed in perfect synchronization with his ejaculation so that not a drop of his precious sperm was lost. Still sucking as he grew flaccid, he stroked my hair and face while still calling me his sweet baby. After his cock finally slipped out of my mouth, spent and limp, he pulled me up to be face to face and he kissed me repeatedly, telling me that I was the post precious thing in his life and that he wanted to be with me more often. Then he stood and disrobed himself totally. A quick jerk on the chain brought me to a standing position and he led me to his bedroom, a place I had NEVER seen before. He led me to his bed and after he removed the collar and leash, we laid together kissing and hugging. We both grew hard in the cock and he orally serviced me, allowing me to cum in his mouth! Then, he oiled me up and bent me over for a good stiff fuck in the ass. It was awesome and when he came inside me, he howled with delight. After taking a brief nap together, we showered and both got dressed up in suit and tie outfits to go out for dinner. At the restaurant he told me that I could no longer be his slave. He told me that he was in love with me and wanted to settle down in a permanent long-term relationship. He handed me a box with a diamond claddagh ring in it and asked me to marry him! I said I needed to think about all of this but it sounded promising and exciting and that I would wear his ring as proudly as I wore his slave collar. He's coming up north to my area to scout out living arrangements for an eventual move here. At this point all I can say is WOW! I never expected any of this! Thanks for reading, love, Heywood

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Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 11:25:58 -0500 From: Johnny Smile Subject: Charlie Charlie By Johnny Smile (Johnnysmile@ureach.com) I waited, like a good boy. I knew that soon, my master would come for me. Just like always. I'd been in this basement all afternoon, since coming home from school. I did as instructed: I locked the upstairs door, unlocked the side door, and then went to the back room. I took off all my clothes and set them in the corner. I knelt down in the center of the room and waited. I'd been here for an hour, kneeling on the thin carpet. My dick ached it was so hard, but my Master wouldn't let me touch it without him. I wasn't allowed. There was a creak at the side door. My heart leapt, knowing my Master would soon be in front of me! I loved him so much! On the far side of the basement room, my Master entered. In the mundane world, he was known as Charlie Becker. He was quarterback for the football team, catcher on the baseball team, and center on the basketball team. He was class vice-president (and would have been president if that cunt Tammy Weckner hadn't cheated and brought candy) and an editor of the monthly newspaper. He worked with the special-ed students and the kindergarten exchange class. And he was beautiful. He had brown hair that was cropped quite short on the sides and back, and hung down straight off the top to his eyebrows. He shaved daily, and dressed impeccably. Today he was wearing black jeans and a dark blue dress shirt, with a brightly colored tie running down his thick chest and taut belly. He was my Master. "Have you touched yourself?" He asked. I held his gaze, just as he'd taught me. "No, Master." "Good boy." He smiled. He approached, loosening his tie and pulling his belt open, along with the top button on his jeans. He stood as close as possible, his belt hanging away from him on either side of my head. I was eye level with his ample crotch. I could see where his thick cock arched out across his lap, the shaft stretching the denim tightly. I puckered my lips and placed a single kiss right on the head of my Master's cock. "Good boy." He commended again. My heart soared. He unbuttoned his shirt, remaining right in my face. I breathed deeply, sucking up his soft, manly scent. Pulling his shirt open, he revealed a smooth expanse of rippling gold flesh. Charlie exercised a lot, and it showed. He reached to unbutton his cuffs, and I did what he'd taught me to do: I kissed his belly. Charlie had instructed me in all sorts of protocol he wanted. As his servant, I did my best to please him. One of the things he liked was to be greeted, even body part by body part, with a kiss. When I had done that, he allowed me to lay the side of my face against his muscular belly. I inhaled his fragrance again. I felt him slide his shirt from his shoulders, not daring to look up. When he wanted me to look up he would tell me. He pulled away from me, hanging his shirt on a hook on the wall. He returned to me, and his hands stroked my hair. "How long have you been here?" "Since four." I answered. I knew it had been at least an hour, but I wasn't sure how long. "Well, that deserves a reward, don't you think?" It was rhetorical. I wouldn't answer that question. I wasn't supposed to. Charlie gripped my head and pressed my face into his crotch, grinding forward. I felt the shaft inside and bit softly on it. Charlie moaned. "Open my pants." He commanded. I obeyed. Reaching up to grasp my Master's fly, I slid the zipper down slowly, trying not to rush. I get punished if I tried to rush faster than he wanted to go. Once the fly was down, I pulled the flaps open, revealing his white briefs underneath. I inhaled deeply. It was heaven. "Remove my shoes." I bent down and untied his giant boots. I loosened the laces on one, and held it tightly as he slid his foot from it. He held his foot up and I removed his sock. He let me smell his socks before straightening them out and placing them off to the side. I kissed the top of his bare foot, and we repeated for his other shoe. "Remove my pants." I slid my hands around his waist and worked his pants down. His underwear remained in place. He hadn't told me to take those off him yet. But he would. I pushed the jeans to the floor, and he stepped from them. I folded his jeans carefully, like he taught me, and lay them to the side. I turned back and kissed my Master's cock again. Charlie slid the tie, still looped, from his head, and dropped it over mine. The tail hung down, it's silky fabric rubbing across my aching dick over and over. I loved my Master with all my heart, but he knew some very ingenious ways to torture me. "Good boy." He said. I felt a rush of blood color my entire body. His praise always did make me blush. "You deserve a reward." His hand tilted my head up, and I opened my mouth. He leaned down and let a line of spittle drool from his lips, stringing lower and lower before breaking and falling into my waiting mouth. I held still, letting my Master's spittle slid down my tongue. He stood, and a stroke of his finger along my jaw told me I was allowed to swallow. I did so gratefully. "What do you say?" He asked. I always had to wait to speak until spoken to. "Thank you, Master." "Remove my underwear." I pulled the waistband of his tight white briefs down in back first, my hands caressing the solid globes of his ass. I used to hope he would allow things, but I had been trained well, and now didn't hope for anything. I merely obeyed. I pulled the front of his underwear down, exposing his dark brown curls, surrounding his thick Master's cock. My Master's cock was perfectly proportioned to his body, long and lean, golden smooth with a pair of thick snaky veins across it. His cockhead, swollen bright red, was thicker than the shaft and circumcised. The eye was already weeping clear fluid. I kissed the tip, his precum stretching between his dick and my lips. I watched it lengthen and fall away. It seemed such a waste. Charlie stepped from his underwear, and I braved a look up to him. He smiled an allowance, and I brought his white briefs to my face, inhaling the intoxicating scent. He'd been active today, I could tell. His underwear smelled like he'd been randy for a while. Could he have been looking forward to this? I folded his briefs, knowing that I had to put them away or he'd be disappointed that I wasn't following his rules. My Master held me not through fear or anger, but through love, and I ached to obey. I wanted to return his love as best I could, and that meant obeying his commands. He showed his love by being a clear and respectful Master. He also happened to be the sexiest man alive. I was grateful he'd chosen me as his servant. When I turned back to my Master, he was standing waiting. His tie brushed across my aching dick again. His cock was pointed straight out at my face. I waited. It looked delicious. Charlie grabbed his dick with one hand around the base and smacked me in the face gently with it. I held firm, relishing the thwack of his meat across my cheek. It made me even hotter, and I know he liked it very much. I could feel a cooling wet spot on my cheek. It was as though he was anointing me with his fluid. And I did feel much blessed. "Do you want to suck your Master's dick?" He asked me softly. "Yes please." I said, not nodding. If I nodded, I may cause him to miss me with one of his slaps, and it wouldn't do to cause my Master to fumble anything. That would be a horrible mistake for me. He might withhold his love and approval. I couldn't bear it. Charlie pushed his dick against my lips, smearing his fluid like a lipstick. I waited. His precum was slick and warm, having been pumped freshly from inside my Master. "Good boy." He said, and I was finally allowed to open my mouth. He pushed into my mouth, and I felt his thick cock finally slide along my tongue. Charlie moved his dick around, in and out at his own speed, deep as he chose. My responsibility at this point was to suck whatever he gave me. He pulled back, leaving his dickhead between my lips. I sucked it hard, pulling more of his juice from him. He moaned, his legs bowing slightly. "Okay, you can suck my dick." He finally allowed. That was his way of telling me to do it how I wanted. I leaned in, wrapping one hand around his hefty balls, tickling behind them with a single finger. The other hand grabbed his thick dick and jacked it slightly, following the rhythm of my sucking. My Master moaned loudly. Part of me hoped no one was home upstairs. I couldn't quiet him; I could never tell my Master what to do. I wanted to offer him a better position, one he might be able to enjoy better, but it wasn't my place. If he wanted it differently, he would tell me. Until then, I took what he offered gratefully, glad for it. I felt his hand on the back of my head. Another sign. I let go of his dick and let him force himself all the way. I swallowed the head of his cock down my throat, grinding my nose into his pubic hair. He held me on him, swallowing over and over, for what must have been half a minute, before pulling back. His cock had swollen, and spit fell from it. I licked it clean, like a good servant. Charlie grabbed the base and wrung up the full load of precum his cock had in it. It beaded thickly, running down his juicy slit and beginning a long descent down the shaft. I licked it up, rolling the taste across my whole tongue. "Lay back." He ordered. I obeyed. Lying on my back, Charlie stood over me, his feet on either side of my chest. Ho loomed over me with a smile, his dick glistening in the dim light. He was beautiful. Charlie knelt down over my chest, his dick falling and touching my lips. I kissed it. He leaned onto his hands, and arched his hips forward, forcing his dick once again into my mouth. I've gone to school with Charlie since seventh grade in Junior High. He'd always been one of the popular guys. Everyone loved him. I, on the other hand, was a geek. I didn't have any cool friends. I didn't have many friends at all. I certainly couldn't tell anyone I was gay. Once we'd moved into high school in tenth grade, I saw Charlie less around school. I never actually hung out with him, but I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember. He was beautiful! But in high school, there were so many other kids that I didn't see him too often any longer. When I did my heart would jump and I would smile. He always returned it, but then moved on. Then, just last September in Chemistry I was assigned a seat with Charlie. They paired people up at large lab tables in the classroom, and Charlie happened to be my partner. I was ecstatic and horrified at the same time! I was finally being put next to Charlie, but what would he say? Would he think I was a dink and harass me? I shouldn't have worried. Charlie was a really nice guy. He chatted with me and treated me like I was an equal, which, in the high school hierarchy, I wasn't. I was drastically inferior to him in popularity. Every guy wanted to be him, every girl wanted to be with him. He was in the top echelon of the entire school. But in Chemistry we were equals. Or, more accurately, I got to forget we weren't equals. One day I opened my notebook to get some paper for him and he saw I had doodled his name, with hearts and cutesy shit all over. I was horrified! I slammed my notebook shut, hoping he hadn't seen it, but he had. I waited for him to start shouting, announcing I was a fag and he had to move seats. But he didn't. He just smiled. "It'll be our little secret." He said, winking. And he didn't say a thing about it again. No one in school ever found out. I was safe. From that point, though, there was a different dynamic to our relationship. It was no longer possible to pretend I was just interested in being friends. He knew I was in love with him. I knew he wasn't interested. I tried to ignore my feelings, but it was nearly impossible, with him right there every day. My Master pulled his beautiful cock from my mouth and scooted forward, putting his heavy balls on my lips. I licked them, greasing them with my spit. Suckling these globes was one of my most favorite ways to worship him. One day, after Chemistry class, Charlie asked if I wanted to come over and work on the homework together. I jumped at the chance, figuring I'd be doing the work and he'd copy off me. It was worth it to see what his home looked like. Maybe I could see his bedroom. I went to Charlie's that afternoon, and he invited me up to his room to work on the homework. He lived in one of the big houses, in the area that all the rich families lived. His parents were quite well off, clearly. I took one step inside his room, and was assaulted with his scent. It was everywhere! His messy bed, the pile of dirty clothes in the laundry basket. His closet hung open, filled with all the clothes I'd seen him wear every day. He had a shelf filled with books, and one filled with CD's. He had "Garbage" in at the moment, playing softly in the background. He dropped onto his bed, and patted next to him. I sat, pulling my bag onto my lap. I dug inside, fishing for the right notebooks. It also served to cover my hard-on. I'd hate to make him more uncomfortable. Charlie grabbed my bag from me and tossed it to the floor. I felt one hand slip behind my back, and he kissed my neck. "I hope I can trust you." He said softly. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" He asked. My head lolled back. I couldn't believe it! Charlie Becker was putting the moves on me! In his bed! "No - no." I stuttered. "I swear I won't tell." "Good boy." Charlie had said. I felt a twinge in my belly when he said that to me. I felt beautiful! "I can't let anyone know. Not now." He said, stroking my arm, nuzzling my neck. I sat stock still, barely breathing. "I was hoping, maybe, you'd be interested in playing a little. You're the only one I know who might be interested." Sighed, chills running over my back. "I'm interested." I said. Charlie pushed me back on his bed and kissed me, over and over, for the rest of the afternoon. My Master lifted from my face, sliding back until he was on his hands and knees over me. His eyes locked onto mine and he smiled. "You're a good boy." He spit in my mouth again, letting me swallow, before kissing me directly. His lips tasted sweet, like he'd eaten fruit recently. An apple. I felt his thick tongue reach inside me, tangling my own, tasting his servant. He owned me body and soul, a willing slave, a happy slave. A slave in love. Charlie reached below and gripped my dick softly, stroking it as he kissed me. "Don't cum yet." He commanded. Such an unreal expectation! I could cum at any moment! But my Master had ordered me, and I had to obey. There wasn't even a choice of what would happen if I didn't obey. I had to obey. There was no other choice He stroked me slowly, trying to return the pleasure I'd given him. His hand finally left my dick and pulled my legs up, until I was in position to be fucked. Charlie bestowed one last kiss before pulling back. He slipped his tie from my neck as he did, and with a look, he directed me to hold my legs up. I did. He sat on his heels, rubbing one hand over my asshole. He smiled. He looped the neckhole of the tie around my dick and balls, pulling it tight. Now I had a nice, tight cockring made of silk that had been consecrated on his body all day long. He let the tail fall up across my chest. His hands returned to my asshole. He rubbed two fingers around, watching the sensations he engendered in me. He spit onto my upturned ass, working it around with his long fingers. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He hadn't said I could moan today. He poked my hole slowly, one thick finger sliding in, lubricated by his saliva. "Your ass is so pretty." He whispered. It didn't sound like a Master's command. I wondered if I was supposed to respond with something. "Thank you, Master." He looked up, and smiled. "You're welcome." As he smiled at me, I felt a second finger enter my ass. My eyes clenched tight. It was painful, but heavenly. Charlie spit again, and slid a third inside. I looked up, and he was watching me. His eyes were locked onto my face, watching to see if he was going too far too fast. I hoped he knew he wasn't. He pushed his three fingers deep, and using his other hand lifted my dick to his lips. In a single gulp he swallowed my meat. I felt his fingers push against my prostate, and my dick hit the back of his mouth. Between his fingers in my ass and his incredible tongue, I was ready to cum buckets. But he'd told me I couldn't, and I obeyed. Charlie was the best lover I could imagine. He took care of me in ways I never thought about before. He was willing to give me pleasure, not just take it. And he enjoyed being my Master, enjoyed having me as his sexual servant. We were the perfect match. He let my dick fall from his lips, which it did with a wet smack. I could see the head was a dark red. The noose was certainly doing its job. I ached even more than before. Charlie slid his fingers from my ass slowly, and smiled. He held out his fingers to me. I kissed them. "Good boy." He praised. He placed a kiss on my asshole. He moved around me, slipping his dick in my mouth again. I knew what he wanted, and did my best to lube his dick with saliva. It was in my own best interest. While I did that, he spit onto my asshole, fucking a single finger in and out of me. Moving quickly but not seeming rushed at all, Charlie returned to my upturned ass and pointed his thick, bare dick at my ass. The head slid in, forcing past my sphincter. I felt the fullness only a man can bring, and bit my lip again. He kept going. I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass, and looked up again to see him pressed securely against me. His entire Master's cock was inside me. My dick twitched. "Tell me you want it." He said, smiling slyly. I was trying to catch my breath enough to speak, when he repeated. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you." "Please, Master, fuck me with your big dick." I begged. "Fuck me hard, Master." And he did. Months ago we'd figured out what our shared fetish was, and had begun acting it out. Never in school, at least not obviously; we kept our role-play in private. He never ordered me around outside our sexual encounters, always treating me with respect. High school guys aren't supposed to be this sensitive. Charlie wasn't the one who started the whole Master thing, either. I'd been on my knees, he sitting on his bed, and I'd been sucking his wonderful dick for about ten minutes. He asked me to do something different, lick his balls, I think, and I responded with, "Yes, Master." He ended up blowing right then. We realized that we'd found a hot spot, and exploring it together, discovered that sex was greatly improved by acting out our mutual dominant-submissive roles. We tried switching once, but neither of us enjoyed it much. I was much happier serving him than anything else. And he liked being in control. Over the course of the school year we developed our own rules. I learned his preferences, his commands, and he learned how to play not just my body but my mind like a fine instrument. He could turn a great fuck into an incredible fuck by saying the right things or treating me a certain way. He knew what my turn-ons were, and I knew his. We'd gone to get tested together, too. Once it was clear that we would have a monogamous, if secret, sexual relationship, we decided we wanted to be completely sensitized to each other. We were tested, and with our histories that wasn't testing much at all. I was a virgin, and Charlie had only had sex with a couple people, and always with a condom. I'd always assumed he'd done it a lot, but I guess when you're gay and closeted it can cut back drastically. He'd had sex with a girlfriend or two, to keep up appearances, as well as a man he'd met at a party. The man was 34, and Charlie had been 17. That was it. When it was clear we were both negative on everything they tested for, we got rid of condoms and started fucking bare. Charlie fucked me slowly, making it so painfully good. Inside I was begging to be released, pleading to be allowed to cum. But I said nothing. My Master would release me when he decided. Not before. He began speeding up, sliding back and forth a little more quickly. I panted, wanting to scream out in pleasure. Charlie must have noticed. "Show me how much you like it." He instructed. It was like a switch had been flipped, because now I couldn't stop moaning if I tried. I wailed on each inward stroke, whimpering every time he pulled back. "Thank you, Master." I panted. He grinned, fucking harder. I started grinding against the thin carpet with each pound of his hips into me. I knew I'd be left with marks on my back, but it was worth it. To have my Master pounding my ass, I'd take it. I'd been marked by our sex before. They were like souvenirs. Charlie finally slowed, pulling out quickly. He jumped to my face, and stuffed his fat cock between my lips as he exploded, spilling his thick, creamy man- seed onto my tongue. I felt the noose loosened from my dick and his mouth take it in as I came. We swallowed each other's semen, taking a piece of each other with us. That's how he described it to me a long time ago. I didn't care right now. I was getting a mouthful of his cream, and that became my whole world. I watched his nuts constrict tightly again and again, pumping his sperm into my mouth. I sucked it up like it was the only nourishment around, wishing I could gorge myself on his spunk. And the boy came. A lot. Charlie always came buckets. I'd seen porno's and never seen anyone cum as much as this boy. He could overflow my mouth when he'd gone a few days. I'd take a couple shots and swallow, another couple and swallow. Then I let it all just pool. He licked my dick clean, and pulled from my mouth, finally having stopped his copious flow. His dick hung pendulously above my face. He lowered himself so I could lick him clean with my tongue. I held the last of his jism in my mouth. "Show me." He demanded. I opened, and he could see his white wriggling juice sitting at the back of my throat. "Good boy." He said, bending down and kissing my lips. I swallowed at the signal, and opened my lips to let him taste his own cum on my tongue. He kissed me well. Sitting back, finally, my Master let me sit up. He stood, and went to his jacket, which he'd dropped on my bed when he first walked in. I knelt on the floor, waiting for a command. Charlie was beautiful. His skin glistened with sweat, and his lanky hair hung in dripping strands. His dick was shiny and still half-swollen. I was in love with him. I couldn't say anything to him, because I was afraid it would scare him away. I didn't want that. But I loved him so much. He returned with a collar. It was made of black leather, a thin strip of it that fastened with a buckle. He unfastened the collar and put it on me as I knelt before him. It felt itchy and uncomfortable. I loved it. "You're going to wear this every day." He told me. He produced a tiny padlock and snapped it through the rings. "You can't remove it until I say so." He kissed my lips. "It means you belong to me, and no one else." He stood again, grabbing my arms and bringing me to my feet. Placing his hands on my hips, he smiled, kissing me again. "Every second of every day you'll feel my hold on you. I am your Master, and now you'll never forget it." He kissed me again. "When someone asks why you wear it, tell them `it's just a necklace.' You're not allowed to say anything else about it." He pulled me against him. "Do you understand?" "Yes Master." I replied, trying to keep my excitement in control. He'd claimed me. I was his, and only his. I loved him, and now, I knew, he loved me.

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Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2021 23:54:19 +0000 From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com> Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 25 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 25 The next week went by in a blurr of work, lunches or evenings with John, and browsing personal therapist profiles ad nauseum. Andrew was still not sold on the idea that a counselor would even be helpful, but John suggested that as a first step, so he agreed to do his "due diligence" and try it. By Friday, everyone sounded exactly the same. Myriads of well-worded blurbs with swirling details and impressive-sounding credentials with promises to help him gain self-esteem by finding himself. Blah blah blah... A dark secret part of himself wished he hadn't promised to pursue it, because he wanted nothing more than to abandon it and move on. But John was worth this hassle, and after all, it just might work. He called John at lunch and tried not to complain, but it just popped out. "There are just so many of them!" he exclaimed. "I can't even keep them straight anymore." "Then it's time to step back and take a break," John replied reasonably. "But I promised, and I don'tÑ-" "Stop!" John's voice boomed through the phone, cutting him short. "I appreciate you're trying so hard, but it doesn't have to be done immediately. It took a long time for you to get here, and it will probably take a while to find balance, but there is no deadline. You hear me?" "Yes," replied Andrew meekly. "Good. Now, do you want to head back out to the Jacks this weekend, or are you burnt out on it?" "I'd love to go back out there!" "Cool! Do you want to camp, stay in a cabin, or what this time around?" "You have cabins?" "Yes," John chuckled. "They're all unique and some are pretty cool." "Well, I have to admit that having a roof over my head sounds awfully appealing." "We can do that," John laughed. "When should we head out then?" "It's up to you: I get off work before you do today." "How about six?" "Sounds good, sexy!" "I'll see you then!" Before Andrew knew it, it was 5:30 and he still had to pack before John arrived. Andrew ran up the stairs, grabbed his bag, and started throwing stuff in it. John was never late, and he didn't want to make him wait for him to get his stuff together after he arrived. He had packed and finished brushing his teeth when he heard John swing into the driveway. He checked his watch, and sure enough, it was 5:58. He swung his bag over his shoulder and dashed to the door. He had his hand on the doorknob when he paused. Just how punctual was John, anyway? He decided to put it to a test and turned his wrist so he could see the moment his watch hit 6:00. At ten seconds before, he slowly turned the knob, and with a split second to go, he suddenly swung the door in...and watched John's knuckles swing downward and miss the door they were aiming for completely. Prompt indeed! "Gotcha!" cried Andrew with glee. "So you did," laughed John. "Does this mean you're ready to go?" "Absolutely!" "Great! You seem a little more chipper than you did over the phone." "I am! You're here!" Andrew lunged at John for a quick kiss and then pushed him backwards. "Now let's go!" "Yes boss!" John said with a happy bark. John had the top down, so Andrew tossed his bag into the back seat and settled himself in. He was buckled before John had even gotten his door open. "You really ARE ready to go, aren't you?" Andrew just grinned at him. "All right," John laughed. "I get it: no dilly dallying. But I haven't had dinner yet, and I'm guessing you haven't either, right?" "Oops! I knew I was forgetting something." "Good. Now I don't have to feel weird about eating in front of you." "What?" "It's rude to eat in front of someone if they aren't eating." "I know that, but I think we are past such niceties anyway, aren't we?" "I agree, but I wanted to hear you say it. That way I can remind you of it when you're hungry and I'm not." "You're a dork." "So you keep saying," John said with a grin. "What would you like for dinner?" "Oh man, I have no idea..." "I've been hankering for some Greek lately, would that work for you?" "As long as we are talking about gyros, yeah! If you're talking about some Adonis though, you'll have to share." John glanced at him quickly in surprise. "I would, huh?" "Yeah," Andrew answered, suddenly uncertain about his little quip. "You'd be okay if we shared a guy?" "Well," stammered Andrew. "I only meant that otherwise you'd be cheating on me." "I see. So you aren't interested in adding a third on occasion?" Andrew froze a little bit. It was a joke! How was this conversation even happening? It went against his upbringing to even consider playing with someone else if he was in a committed relationship. And that had been his entire motivation for `wasting' so much time perusing therapists over the last week, so he definitely considered himself committed. Extra people always spelled doom for a couple. Didn't they? What did John think about it? Could Andrew himself handle that kind of a situation? He was certain he wouldn't do well if John was out having fun with other guys while he stayed home, but that wasn't the question, was it? The question was whether he'd be okay with another guy if they were both there. This was such a new idea he couldn't process it. "I don't know," he finally answered slowly. "I've never thought about it before. It would have to be just the right guy at just the right time. Is that okay?" "Of course it is!" John assured him without a trace of either disappointment or eagerness. "I'm still getting to know you, but it surprised me a little bit that you'd suggest it." "I thought I was being funny." "You were! But there is always truth in humor, so I thought I'd ask." "That makes sense." Did it? Did it really? Andrew always took pride in his intelligence, but he was starting to feel like John was running rings around him with insight. He was going to have to watch what he said: with John, anything was up for reinterpretation and a response. He decided there were many worse vices to be had, and this motivated Andrew to try to think about what he said before speaking instead of just blurting out whatever came to mindÑa valid habit in any case. It was only a few minutes later that John pulled up to a little white restaurant with blue trim. Andrew had driven by it many times, but never actually stopped. "So do you mind if we go in and eat, or are you in too big a hurry?" John asked with a twinkle in his eye. "I suppose it would be nice to eat at a table," laughed Andrew. "I was hoping you'd say that," John confessed. "Even gyros are hard to eat while driving." "For sure," Andrew agreed as they climbed out of the car and made their way inside. The place was nearly full, but they got one of the last available tables and settled in to look at the menu. "So what's good here?" "I've loved everything I've triedÑeven the spanakopita, which is usually way too sweet for me. But my go-to is definitely the gyros." "Then I'll try that. I was leaning that way anyway, but that totally seals it." "Happy to help!" When their waitress walked up moments later, her stunning blue eyes lit up when she saw who was at the table. "Johnny!" she exclaimed. "It's so good to see you!" "You too, Thea!" he said with an equally big smile as he stood up to give her a hug. "It's been too long, and I just had to stop in!" "I'm glad you did!" "Althea, this is my boyfriend Andrew," John said, gesturing across the table. "Boyfriend? Really! We go way back, John and I, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Andrew!" "You too!" "I wish I could sit and catch up right now, but we are hopping tonight. Do you know what you'd like to drink? I'm guessing the usual for you, right, John?" "Of course! And we know what we want to eat too." "Great! What will you have?" "I'm just going to have a gyro and a salad." "You got it! And how about for you?" she asked as she turned back to Andrew. "Actually, I'd like the same thing with a Perrier, please." "Ooh, fancy!" Althea said with a wink. "I'll be back in a few minutes with your drinks." "Thanks, Thea!" said John. "Of course!" she replied even as she turned to hustle off. "Wow," Andrew said. "She is beautiful!" "Yes, she is," agreed John, settling back into his seat "Where do you know her from?" "Her family lived next door while we were growing up, so we've always been thick as thieves. I honestly kind of think of them as my own family." "Ah, cool." "Just wait until you meet the rest of them," John laughed. "They are a blast!" "Okay then," Andrew laughed back. Althea swept by again a few minutes later with their drinks, and Andrew was again struck by her stunning olive skin, lustrous dark curly hair, and wide smile. "There you are!" she announced as she set their drinks before them. "Your order is in, and I will bring it out as soon as it's ready." And then she was off again to take care of another table. "She looks like she's been doing this a while." "She has," John chuckled. "This is the family's restaurant, and she's been working here since she was thirteen." "Ah, I see!" "Yep; they all put in their time here, I can tell you. They have a big family too. In fact, everyone working here is part of it." Andrew looked around and now that John mentioned it, he was surprised he didn't see the family resemblance in everyone earlier. They talked a little more about the two large families living next to each other and some of the past adventures the herd of kids got in until the food arrived. Andrew didn't realize he was so hungry until his plate was in front of him, and after the first bite, he was all about that for a while. John seemed equally ravenous, so conversation ebbed as they enjoyed their meal. They were done quickly, and John caught Althea's attention with a wave, who promptly produced the bill. John already had his credit card in his hand, and she was off to process that in no time. "She doesn't look to be the only one with well-practiced skills here," Andrew observed. "What?" John said with a briefly puzzled look. "Oh, that! I try to be quick now so they can seat more people as swiftly as possible. I used to take my time and chatter away for hours, but I overheard Althea's dad griping one day that they would make more money if people didn't linger during the busy times, so I'm doing my part to help with that. Did you notice they have a line of people waiting to get in now?" Andrew had been too engrossed in his food to look around before, but a glance confirmed John's observation. "I will have to introduce you to all of them sometime soon," John said as Althea made her way back to the table. "Here you go, Johnny!" she said as she handed him back his card and receipt. While John signed it, she continued. "Ya-ya's birthday is coming up in three weeks, and I know she'd love to see you at the party if you can make it. You can put Andrew here through the ringer and show him off too, of course: I'd love it if you could both come!" "That works for me," John replied as he looked over at Andrew. "Want to join me?" Andrew shrugged. "Sure! What day? "Monday," Althea answered with another mirthful smile. "I'm in!" "Great! I will see you boys then. Now don't get into too much trouble in the meantimeÑand I'm tired of having to fill out police paperwork for your bail, Johnny!" she added with another wink to Andrew. "Bye!" And with that, she whirled away back to her other patrons. "Jail?" Andrew asked with a quirked eyebrow. "It's nothing. Was nothing, I meanÉ" John trailed off as he stood up to leave. "Come on, I'll explain in the car." They made their way out to the car and were about a half mile down the road before Andrew's curiosity got the better of his patience. "So, jail?" "Yeah," John said slowly. "It was really nothing, but she never lets me forget she literally had to bail me out of jail once when I was a teenager." "What happened?" "It's embarrassing." "I figured that part out from Althea's wink. Now I want to hear the story!" "Basically, I was brought in for indecent exposure and I didn't want my parents to know, so I called Althea to bail me out instead." "That's it?" "Like I told her, I was jerking off behind a dumpster when a cop happened to see me when he drove by and took me in. "I expected more," Andrew said, shaking his head. "I haven't known you as long as Althea, but to me, that hardly warrants you being too embarrassed to talk about it. There has to be more to the story!" John sighed. "I'm right, aren't I?" Andrew insisted. "Fine, but you have to swear to keep it between us and only us. I've never told anyone more than what I've already told you. Can you do that?" "Of course I can!" replied Andrew eagerly. "Okay then. Do you remember that old bookstore on Elm?" "You mean Treasure Box?" "Yeah, well I found out they had an adult store in the backÑ-" "What?!? I never saw that! And I used to go there all the time!" "You couldn't get to it from the street side unless you went through the emergency exit door; it really only opened into the alley behind the building." "No kidding! I would have never guessed!" "Yeah, they kept it super quiet so they wouldn't have problems with the neighbors." "Wait, so you're telling me it was like a secret bookstore?" "Yeah, kind of like a speakeasy. It was only known by word of mouth. They had a high privacy fence and they would only let you in after they checked your ID." "I found out about it and tried to get in once when I was seventeen. I made a fake ID and I was going to try my luck, but when I turned down the alley, so did another guy in his forties who vaguely reminded me of my dad and I suddenly came up with a better idea. Long story short, I talked this guy into saying I was his son for fifty bucks so I could get inside." "No way!" "Yes way," John laughed. "It took a little convincing for the doorman to buy the story of a dad introducing his son to the world of sex, but as luck would have it, the guy and I did look alike enough to pull it off. The way the guard looked at us, I think he might have been into that sort of thing anyway, so we eventually got him to let me in with my `dad'." Andrew was incredulous. "What then?" "Then we went inside and went our separate ways. I tried to look through some of the magazines, but they were all Saran Wrapped shut. There was a small book section with sexy covers, and then I looked down the video aisles. "There was a black curtain at the end of those, so I went through it and found some coin-operated video booths. I happened to have some quarters with me, so I went into the first one and started it up. I felt terribly dirty in that little black booth, but I was too worked up to stop watching and jacking off. "I kept getting distracted by what I thought were mice in the walls before I finally noticed someone had stuck their fingers through a little hole in the wall and were scratching the wall with their nails. I must have jumped six inches, hahaha. "I had no idea at the time what they were doing, but eventually I walked over to it and tapped the fingers so maybe they would go away. They did, but seconds later a tongue came through instead. That's when I finally figured it out what was going on. It didn't take me long to push that tongue back through the wall with my hard cock and fill the mouth on the other side. "I don't know if it was because I was so turned on, or if the blowjob was really as good as it seemed, but it didn't take me long to shoot my load down that throat, let me tell you! "I didn't want it to end, so I kept pumping in and out of that hot velvety mouth for several minutes before I had another idea. "When I pulled back that time, I quickly dropped to my knees and stuck my tongue through the hole as far as I could and we had a weird but hot tongue duel. It was almost a kiss, but the wall was a little too thick for that. I could taste my own cum on the tongue too, which added even more excitement to it. "After a little while, I heard some rustling, and the tongue and mouth backed off quickly. I was bummed and figured my fun was over, but then as I was starting to stand up, I realized they weren't done yet: a nice hard cock slid through the hole and I pounced on it, licking, sucking, and slobbering all over it. "As I worked him over, he didn't last long either and blasted shot after shot of his seed into my hungry throat. I kept trying to suck more out until he yelped from the sensitivity. "He must have dropped back to his knees again, because I heard him whisper `That's enough for now, son, but that was super hot!' through the wall. "I tried to peek through the opening, but I think his pant leg blocked the view, because I couldn't see anything for a long while. I could hear him fiddling with his belt, and then suddenly I could seeÑvaguelyÑfrom the pale light from the TV screen. It wasn't until he opened the door to leave that I got a good look at him and confirmed my suspicions. It was my `dad'Ñthe guy who snuck me in! "Being seventeen, I was still hard as a rock, of course. I put in another quarter and tried to decide if I should leave or wait a little bit longer and see if something else happened. I was stroking when I noticed a little flash of light from the glory hole. I figured someone else had taken the room, so I quickly put my eye to the hole to see if it was a guy or a girl. "It was definitely a guy. He was about five foot six and slim. I couldn't see much at first because the video player had stopped. "He carefully and methodically stripped, folding his clothes in a neat stack as he went. Once he was naked except for his socks, he stood up to put a quarter in the player and I caught my first glimpse of him. He had a tight stomach, small but well-defined pecs and that waist vee like you do. His cock hung down surprisingly low at first, but filled out rapidly once the flick started. "I was a little disappointed that I could hear women in his video, but then he sat down and I saw his face for the first time and was dumbfounded. I kid you not, it was my school librarian!" "Holy cow!" Andrew exclaimed. "You have no idea! I had the biggest crush on him forever! I knew he was married, but I always hoped he was at least bi and dreamed of ways to find out. Of course, I knew that was a disaster waiting to happen, so I never did anything, but now... "I put my fingers through the hole like my `dad' had done earlier to see if he would respond. "In no time, I felt that hot and heavy dickhead on top of my fingers, so I pulled them back and opened my mouth to receive the meat stick offered me. It was much wider than the one I had just serviced and it seemed longer too. It was definitely a mouthful! "I had to work to remember how to open my throat enough to get it all inside, and I could feel my cheeks bulging from the invasion. I think I must have groaned, because I heard him say `shhh!' from the other booth. It didn't slow me down in the slightest, though: I was loving this challenge! "After several minutes, my jaw started to ache, but I wasn't willing to let this perfect cock go without sharing its treasure. I knew I couldn't take much more, but then I started to wonder if I could take it another way. "I had been literally drooling all over this schlong, so with one hand, I gathered as much spit as I could and started working it into my asshole. I knew without looking that I must be leaking pre-cum too, so I scooped that up and pushed that in too. "As soon as I felt ready enough, I let his throbbing tool slip from my mouth and stroked it a few times while I turned myself around. Then I took a big breath, tried to force myself to relax, and shoved myself back hard to impale myself on that gorgeous big ol' cock. "It hurt like hell for a second and almost literally took my breath away, but I heard a loud moaning grunt from behind the wall and it didn't matter anymore: I was making that cock happy! "I tried to slide myself back and forth on it, but I had trouble keeping my balance, so I ended up just keeping my butt mashed against the wall and let him do the pumping in and out of my hole. "It was so hot to be living out this fantasy, I can't even tell you! "I could hear him growling on the other side as he pounded my ass hard. Not only was he hung, but he had the energy to keep going. Eventually, he reached that peak, because he froze for a moment and then the shooting started. "He would grunt with each blast he shot up my ass, and he must have shot a lot, because I could feel it dripping out of my ass and down my legs. After he spent himself, he pulled out and I could hear the plop sound when it happened. "I moved back to the bench to sit and rest my tired legs, but I was careful to keep my back to the wall with the glory hole in it because I didn't want him to find out who I was. "I went back to jacking my raging cock, and, I swear, not ten seconds later, I was blinded when the door swung wide open--" ********* 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: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 01:55:52 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #4: My Master Visits Last week, I was very surprised to receive a phone call from my Florida senior Master. He ordered me to strip down before talking any further. I did as told and then received the news that he was visiting MY city in 2 days! He gave me the name of his hotel and other instructions on how I was to prepare myself to serve him. To say I was excited is the definition of understatement. I didn't expect to be able to travel to see him again until June or July, now here he was coming to ME, and in only 2 days! Yikes! I'd better get busy preparing. With all my personal hygiene preparations complete and my calendar cleared for the day, I got dressed up in a sharp suit and tie outfit and drove in town to see my Master. I rang the bell to his room and he opened the door, as handsome and stern as ever. My heart began to beat heavily and I could feel the sweat forming on my brow. He was wearing only a bathrobe and had the room heat over 85 degrees! He made me sit in a chair in direct sunlight and commanded that I remain fully suited. He showed me the video from my first visit to him and kept repeating the part with his fellow Master fucking my mouth. This seemed to excite him and he suddenly grabbed me by the ear and flung me across the bed face down. He pulled down my suit pants like a savage and began to fuck me like an animal. He called me dirty names and slapped my ass cheeks ass he rode me. He came fairly quickly and fell on the bed beside me. After a few minutes of respite, he ordered me to strip full nude and stand in the "display" position so popular with Masters, legs spread, chest out, stoamch in and hands folded behind my head. Having me stand like this for a long time, he walked about casually, having a smoke, calling for room service, watching the TV, etc., leaving me posed and ready for further use at his leisure. He then began to watch a gay porno and I started getting a serious boner. Attaching his collar to my neck, clothes pins to my nipples, and his plug up my ass, he moved me in front of him, pulling me down to my knees before him and slid his hard cock into my willing mouth. I sucked his cock like a pro when suddenly came a knock on the door.......it was Room Service! Unbeknownst to me he had unlocked the door and simply said "Enter", the young (mid 20's) doorman entered and smiled widely as my Master held my head on his meat while casually conversing with him. He signed the bill and actually asked the young fellow if he'd be so kind as to take a few pictures of us with his camera on the nightstand. So, a total stranger took pictures of me sucking my Master's cock! He gave him a 20 dollar tip and the boy left very happy indeed. After cumming in my mouth, he told me I could leave, but not before jerking off in front of a mirror for him. I did as I was told and before long was fully dressed in suit and tie again and allowed to leave. Exiting the hotel lobby, I saw the Room Service guy once more, he smiled and waved at me. I could feel myself blushing but I obeyed my Master..........and that's what counted!

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More than I Wished For The following story is fiction. It contain scenes of domination, spankings and sex between adolescent males not always totally consensual. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. Call me Ishmael. OK, just joking. The name is William A. Tilson but everyone calls me Billy. I'm practically fifteen and finishing my sophomore year of high school but that damn 'y' is always attached to my name. I don't really act like a kid but I have this problem and the operative word is "I Have" because the doctor says: "We have to wait until he is sixteen before we can start hormone treatment." You see I haven't grown pubes yet; only a couple of the other guys in my class (and that's over hundred guys) are similarly bald and they are at least six month younger. I get laughed at every time I take a shower at school. My thing does work and is often hard and I love jerking off. It gets hard when I think about sex with girls; sex with boys; sex with anything that would cooperate. Gosh, everything makes it hard. Life is pretty decent for I have a good home and parents and except for being bald down there I only have one complaint. I don't get spanked. My parents don't believe in it and the school stopped it a long time ago. When I fu..., er, mess up I lose things -- mostly my freedom (they just love to ground me), my allowance, my phone, my computer (except for school). Never; never ever has dad whacked me on the butt much less yanked down my pants and briefs and hauled me across his lap for a good bare ass spanking like grandpa gave him. Not even once! The birthday spankings were always gentle pats that would not have caused a toddler to look up. For years I have been fascinated with the idea of being spanked and I mean significantly harder than a birthday spanking. As you can imagine, I have tried spanking myself. It works for me about as well as self-tickling does. I've searched the web and found reports of guys that spanked themselves hard enough to turn their butts red and even cover them with welts but it does not work for me. Even a playful birthday spanking is better. When I do it, I know exactly where, how and when it going to connect and it is not a thrill. I come to the conclusion that I need to get someone else to do it to me without me being in control. The problem is that there is no one to ask. I looked at the ads on the web but that scared me particularly because of some of the horror stories that are around. I did learn a whole lot of stuff in my surfing though. It took me months but I figured out a way -- make myself look like a victim of a prank. It was on the Ides of May that I put my plan into action. There is an area of the nearby county park that's not used very much by anyone except for getting high, fucking and for map and compass exercises by the Boy Scouts. I got there mid afternoon and the place was pretty deserted so I put my plan into action. I stripped down my briefs. Oh, yes, briefs; good old-fashioned boyish tightie-whities. I asked Mom to get me boxers like all the guys wear but she got me these instead. She dismissed my complaints as nothing and added insult to injury by saying I did have any hair so I was still a boy and beside since she had already washed them they could not be returned. I guess it could have been worse as they could have had cutesy cartoons on them. I stuffed all my stuff into my pack and hid it in the brush. I carefully tied the two ropes to the branch so when I slipped my wrists through the loops and pulled them tight I would just touch the ground. Then I hung the sign a foot away, taped my mouth closed, tied my bandana about my eyes (covering much of my face also) and slipped into the rope loops and pulled tight. Now all I could do was wait. I wondered about who would find me -- young tenderfoots or older first class scouts with big muscles. Would they spank me, ignore me or free me as their "good deed for the day". I was not expecting was first showed up. The first thing I heard was a deep voice (an older guy who would really spank me hard I thought.) "You're doing well, Pat, were almost at the fourth point. Just the important skill you need for our summer camping trip." The reply was much higher pitched -- surely from a younger boy. "There someone hanging here." came the squeal. The first voice called out: "John; Sally come here -- quick." OMG I thought; a girl! I had never considered that might happen. Pat read aloud from my computer printed signs. THIS NAUGHTY TEEN HAS BEEN ACTING LIKE A LITTLE KID. PLEASE SPANK HIM HARD. Thanks "Sounds like fun." giggled Sally. The two guys agreed enthusiastically. "Marcy, you go first since you found him." said one. "Yeah, go for it girl." agreed the other one. It was worse than I had originally thought -- there were two girls rather than just one. But there was nothing I could do about it. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. "Hold it. Spanking should be BA." They all laughed. "Pull those baby tightie-whities off." A couple of hands yanked then down. I could feel the breeze on my just bared skin. "He sure is a boy. Smaller than my ten year old kid brother. Not a hair either." There was more laughter; lots more. They all had fun with my butt. Though all their laughter the four of them kept a steady rain of hard SPANKS. It was my first spanking and it was thrilling. My little, hairless thing was hard as a rock. I wished I could jerk it like I did night after night in bed but my hands were definitely staying above my head and away from it. Marcy and Sally touched it a little only to laugh at it and then tell their boyfriends how much bigger and more manly they were. One of them gave me a lecture about how little boys get spanked when they are naughty and that I had better mend my ways. Then they pulled my briefs up to my thighs and left. I hung there, exposed, thinking about my first thrilling spanking. I lost track of the time as I reveled in the wonderful feelings radiating from my hot bottom. Those pitiful self-spankings were as erotically exciting as falling through the ice on the lake on a cold winter's day. Suddenly, a voice. "What's hanging about here." There were two guys. They felt me up and then read the sign. I could smell the weed they were puffing. "Let's give him a spanking; give me your sandal." one slurred blowing smoke into my face. A hand grabbed my cock and balls and then I felt the sandal connect with my already sore butt. It was very erotic; very exciting to be held and get my ass pounded as the guy squeezed my package hard. I lost track of the of how many times he whacked me and gave me more second hand smoke. "He loves it; he's harder then when I started." Another hand grabbed me and started beating my butt again. I wished that I could scream but all I could do was just hang there as he beat my ass and crushed my balls. It was wonderful. I wonder if the weed did anything for me "Guess that our good deed for the day -- giving him a spanking; let's go." "Look he kicked off his tightie-whities off." A few seconds latter, I could feel him pulling them over my head. "Looks better that way. Covers his pale cheeks and shows off those hot crimson cheeks." He blew some more smoke into my face and my briefs trapped it. As they passed around the MJ and admired me. They each gave me another spank and they went off laughing at me. Once again I could only hang and wait again. Then I heard another voice, "Come on men, we got another two miles to go." accompanied by batch of running feet. Followed by "HALT, one, two." "Jones, describe what this is." "Yes, Sir. It's a youth hanging from a tree with a butt spanked red. He obviously does not know his ass from his head since he has his briefs on the wrong set of cheeks. And a sign ordering him to be spanked, Sir. The sign claims he is a teen but his hairless crotch and little pee-pee are more like that of a little cub; maybe just ten, Sir." "Well, Men, should we help him." There was some whispering and then a chorus of young voices: "SIR, YES, SIR, we think that he should get SPANKED, Sir." "Very good, men. Jones give me your belt and go cut a switch from that willow tree. The rest of you line up and watch." "Yes, Sir." the troop chorused. As Jones was getting the switch, the leader gave me three hard strokes with the belt before binding my ankles together with it. I wanted to yell but I could not with the tape over my mouth. Jones was very quick getting the switch for the patrol leader had barely finished when I heard Jones cheerfully announce his return as he demonstrated what a lovely swosh the fresh-cut switch made. "OK, men, this is how a switch is used. Watch carefully and then you'll have your turns." the patrol leader ordered his troops. As the patrol joyously acknowledged the order, the leader proceeded to give me three hard, stinging blows that had my mouth not been taped would surely have caused me to scream again. Then one by one each member of the patrol had his go at my butt and there were more than five of them. As you can imagine, I lost count and was crying into my blindfold. "Good work, men." roared the leader. Then there was a woosh and the switch crashed into my rampant little rod. I was in agony as they trooped off to the next marker in a rush to get back on schedule and filling my blindfold with tears. I hung there a long time with my butt feeling like it was stuck into a furnace. My scout scarf had loosened up (perhaps from getting soaked by my tears) and I slowly began to realize that the sun was going down and it was getting late. (I could see it was getting dark but nothing else.) I struggled to free myself but all I accomplished was making my wrists sore. The tape was holding very well so I could not yell. Gradually my fourteen year old mind started to realize the dangerousness of the situation I was in. Not only did my butt hurt from being beaten by more than a dozen people but the rest of me was stiff from not being able to move. My toes were barely able to reach the ground now. I was not as bad off as the Romans' prisoners nailed to crosses until they died with their blood all in their legs in the roasting Mediterranean sun nor as the pitiful pirates tied by their thumbs to a yardarm at the pleasure of a cruel chain-smoking pirate captain. At least my feet were on the ground and I could kick about. The only way to escape was to get hold of the branch either by swing up or climbing up. I tried but could not get anywhere either way. It could be a long time before I was freed ... or died. Then I heard voices. High pitched boys voices. "There he is, E.B., just like your brother said." Then I was surrounded by the three boys. They each played with my hot ass (need I tell you that they slapped it a few times -- hard) and with my baby-size boyhood. "I was this big than this when I was nine." boasted one as he squeezed my balls hard making me scream into my taped mouth. "Me too" said another with a laugh and continuing, "but he's tall enough to be sixteen or seventeen." "No!" said E.B. with finality, "He is only fourteen." 'Shit!' the guy is right on the mark. I wondered how he could be so sure. "Did you see how his little pee-pee bounced when you spanked his little bottom?" asked one as he slapped my little rod. "Yeah. And it stiffened too. Bet he likes this." With that he began to jerk me and the others were spanking my bum -- one on each side. I grew harder than I had ever been and my breathing was labored. "He loves it! Don't let him come." The little bugger had my number and he knew it. The jerking stopped and so, surprisingly, did the spanks. Then it was quiet for a bit and then WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! "Yeah. That's the thing." One said as a belt crashed into my already sore ass. I practically jumped out of my skin it was so hard. Then it hit again. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! The strokes came hard and fast. Two of them must have been doing it. My world became nothing but PAIN. The exquisite pain I had yearned for. I forgot how dangerous my predicament was. Then it stopped and I was on my knees. They must have taken me down. I was not able to move being over whelmed by the pain of the strapping and the stiffness from hanging. As I regained my senses and realized that I was lying prone on the ground. It did not matter that I was not tied for I couldn't get up. "I WIN!" one of them yelled. "I'm first." There was a pause and he added: "after you E.B., of course." Then the three of them were on me. They gripped my ass checks pulled them apart. They held my wrists firmly. Something wet hit my bum hole and then a finger was shoved in. The kid was rough. He pulled it out and immediately forced a couple in. I knew was going to get fucked -- raped! I had set myself up and now was totally helpless. My heart raced with excitement; excitement far more than I had dreamed of. The three boys were in charge and going to have their way with me. His knees pressed into my thighs assuring that I could not pull my legs together and then he leaned forward pressing his hard rod into my defenseless fuck hole. Even not being experienced, it was clear to me that his cock was bigger that a finger -- certainly bigger than my little pee-pee. As he thrust in and out, he constantly hit something inside and it felt great. I couldn't help but to push back at E.B.. I was about to come when he yelled that he was coming and blasted his load into me. I was no longer a virgin but, of course, I could not tell my buds about this. Before he pulled out he rested a bit. Now I could tell he was shorter than me by several inches for I felt his chin dig into my back. "My turn." and he was quickly replaced by one of the others. I was all primed and welcomed his entry knowing that I liked it. I hoped for my own orgasm while he continued to fuck me but it did not happen. The third one was even faster. He was very anxious and came almost immediately. I wondered if he could shoot yet or was dry like I was. The second and third ones were smaller than E.B. both in cock size, height and weight. They rolled me over and laughed at my small erection. "He liked it -- he's still hard." shrilled one of them. Then one of them grabbed my hard dry spout and started to jerk me. He was rough and it was dry. It hurt but still felt good and soon I was bucking my hips. They were laughing at their helpless hairless boy-toy responding like Pinocchio when they pulled my strings. PARADISE! as I orgasmed and shot come for the very first time. I don't know what happened then for it was sensory overload. When I recovered was able to free my mouth and eyes and I realized that I had not been bound as they fucked me. It was already dark and nobody was about. My butt was on fire. My asshole was sore. My little penis was sore. But I was happy for I was no longer a virgin and at long last had a real orgasm -- a WET orgasm. I was certain that pubes surely would follow soon. I also knew that it had been younger kids that had their way with me. I found my clothes and it was evident that somebody had looked them over although my wallet and school ID were intact. (So that's how E.B. was so sure about my age.) I slowly made my way home to a cold shower. My butt was sore for a week. It was a couple of weeks latter and I was itching again. I though about what had happened every time I jerked off. I couple of times I wandered over to the woods and though about doing it again. Common sense told me it was too dangerous. I needed a safer plan and I tried to think of one -- one where I could escape if need be. That had been the major mistake in my plan. The third time I went there, as I passed a kid reading in the grass he spoke. "Been a good boy this week, Billy-boy? Need another spanking?" As I stopped, he laughed. I did not recognize him and he knew my name even insultingly using a diminutive. He got up and I could see he was only eleven -- twelve at the most -- or so and several inches shorter than me. He was in a T-shirt that showed that he had some muscle development already and jeans that clearly showed he was more of a man than a boy; certainly more than I was with that little pee-pee in my briefs although today I was in shorts having left my briefs at home so I could jerk off more easily. I probably looked more like a boy than he did. My pitiful excuse for a cock had hardened immediately hearing the word 'spank'. I said: "Been a good boy this week, Billy-boy? Need another spanking?" I stood mute, like a dummy. He immediately took charge. Picking up his pack and shoving his book into it, he commanded: "Follow me, naughty Billy-boy." Then without looking back he headed for the thickest part of the woods and I obediently followed like I was his docile puppy on a leash. Eventually, he sat down on a rock and pointed to the ground in front of him. I moved to the spot and he began to lecture me like he was my father or the vice-principal and I was a very naughty boy who needed to be severely punished. He said the sorts of things that I had dreamt my father had said to me. Occasionally, the lecture would call for an response from me and I dutifully and respectfully responded with a "Yes, Sir." or "No, Sir." I stood frozen as he opened and removed my belt. I remained mute as he undid my button and unzipped my fly. My shorts fell to my ankles and he could see my hard pricklet at attention with one lone hair above it. He stood up and grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. "Lose the sneakers and socks, Billy-boy." he commanded. I yanked them off and soon was naked as a jay-bird. Here I was a high school guy almost finished with his freshman year naked because a middle school kid -- probably not even twelve -- had ordered me to strip. He pulled me over his lap. I could feel that he was strong as he held me in place and caressed my butt with his other hand. He started slowly but throughly spanking my ass. I knew I was just a naughty little boy, Billy-boy he named me, getting a well deserved spanking. I knew that I must not resist him in the slightest way but must take my well-earned punishment spanking for he clearly had the authority to administrate it. At first it did not really hurt but with time the pain and sensitivity grew and it hurt. I was begging him to stop and promising to be good; promising to be a very good boy like all the report in the book about a boy being spanked by his father. I was even sobbing like I was a little baby boy. It was just like I had fantasized about for a long time. He paused to get something from his pack. He then resumed spanking me now with short leather strap. It hurt a lot more and I was soon bawling. I was almost fifteen and this eleven year old boy had just taken me over his knee and was showing me who was boss. He pushed me off his lap and I was kneeling before him like I was a slave. I could see how his manhood was pressing hard against his jeans. As I stared, he slowly opened his belt and unbuttoned his fly. He pushed his manly boxers down with his jeans. I was awestruck when I saw his development. He had a thick bush surrounding a generous erect cock and big balls. Perhaps not man-sized but when it grew more it was sure to be awesome. "SUCK! Suck my man-cock, baby Billy-boy!" he commanded. As I opened my mouth and I got my first taste of a cock, he continued, "Get it nice and wet, pussy-boy." He grabbed hold of my ears and pumped in and out. I was his hot ass pussy-slave-boy to be used as he wished. What he wished next was evident. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and after pushing me to my hands and knees got behind me. With a vice-like grip on my hips he rammed into me. Mixed in with the hurt was that strange pleasure inside that I felt the first time. I was close to coming as he fucked me and nothing had touched my little but hard pee-pee. Suddenly, I exploded shooting my load on to the grass. Soon after he roared and blasted his load deep into my pussy-boy hole. He pulled out and sat on the rock again. "Suck me clean, pussy-boy; get your ass-hole juices off me." he commanded. Of course, I obeyed. As I cleaned him he shot a second load into my mouth which I swallowed as commanded. He then got a magnifying glass out of his pack and carefully inspected my crotch. "I don't want you to have any hair here, boy." he said as he plucked my two hairs out with a tweezer. Gosh, I did not even know I had had two already. "Assume the position, Billy-boy." he said and I did. He used my own belt to give me six strokes. I cried like a little pussy-boy. Perhaps it was because he had spanked me so much. Perhaps because I'm just a little pussy-boy with a hairless little pee-pee. As I cried, he pushed me over so I was lying at his feet. He placed one foot on my neck and shoved the other into my face. "Kiss me, pussy-boy." he ordered. I kissed his cross trainers. I recalled laughing when reading about this on the web, but it was different now. "You're my little hairless pussy, Billy-boy." I continued to kiss them until he stepped back laughing. I just lay there waiting as an obedient pussy-boy does for his master's orders. Then I felt the hot wet stream as he pissed on my hair, down my back and then my ass. "Roll over, pussy-boy." I did and he then marked my front starting with my face and finishing on my crotch. He walked away laughing. I jerked off thinking about how he was so commanding rubbing his hot piss all over my bald little, but hard, pee-pee until I shot again. I stayed hidden in the woods for some time reliving what had happened. Eventually, I dressed and went home to shower. The actual stink washed away but I knew that he had marked me for life with his man-juice deep inside of me and outside. Over the remaining three weeks of the term, my enthralment increased for E.B. took control of me once a week. He never told me when I was to serve him but just appeared and ordered me to follow him. I was powerless to resist. Then he disappeared for the summer and all I could do was dream of him wished he was around to spank and fuck me. During the summer the change I had been desperately yearning for occurred. By the time school restarted, I actually had a bush. Granted it was small and not very dense but it was there nevertheless. Showering at school was not the problem that it was before. The guys checked me out and left me alone. A couple even congratulated me for finally getting pubes. Even my cock had grown during the summer so I did not feel like the class baby. Whenever I jerked off in the morning before getting out of bed and at night in bed and times in between I played with my new pubes. Jerking off was simply more fun now. It was even more fun to just pee, for when I reached into my pants to extract my hose, the hair was there. Now I was hoping for a larger hose. I still thought about E.B. but did not see him that week or the next. Of course, he still was in middle school. Maybe he moved during the summer. It was after school Thursday and I was playing three-on-three with several of the guys in the school yard. For a change I was not thinking about E.B. but just the game. Just as a pass came at me, there was a call -- "Hey, Billy-boy." that caused me to turn and miss the pass (allowing them to score). "Baby Billy-boy, get your sorry butt over here." E.B. repeated and the game stopped as I stood frozen. "NOW! Boy." he barked. I trotted over to the fence already embarrassed and blushing. "Get your shit and come, Billy-boy." he said. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. "I haven't got all day, Boy; NOW. Move it!" with a definite 'or else' tone. I muttered apologies as I grabbed my pack and dashed for the gate. E.B. had started to peddle off already and as I ran after him I yelled for him to slow down. As I turned at the end of the field, I my buds were yelling at me about what's happening. I ran after E.B. and was winded while still within sight of the guys. E.B. stopped and waited until I caught up and rode ahead again. It did not take long for me to drop and he rode back. I stood on the buddy pegs holding on to him. He then rode right back pass the guys and off to the country park and privacy. Hidden in the woods, he ordered me to strip and grilled me on my summer. Soon I had confessed to several misdeeds and was over his lap once again after he had totally stripped me. I could not understand what power he had over me but power he did have and spanked me long and hard until I was in tears. I had to stop crying when he shoved his cock into my mouth and face-fucked me hard. He did not take long to blast a load down my throat. "That's my good pussy-boy." he exclaimed. I was thrilled that he still thought of me as his. I spent the next few minutes, lying at his feet worshiping him. I don't know why but it made me feel good. Being with him made me feel good. Obeying him made me feel very good. "Go cut a switch boy." he said and dropped his jack knife on my chest. I got up and quickly cut one from the near by tree and brought it back to him. "Bend over and hold your ankles, boy." He must have given me at least fifty cuts on my butt and thighs. Then without any rest, he tossed the switch away and commanded: "On your back, pussy-boy." He placed my legs on top of his shoulders and rubbed some stuff on my fuck hole. I could feel his fingers slip in a lot easier than they did before. Then he pressed his hard shaft in position and pushed it in as was his right with his pussy-boy. It felt so great as he fucked me that I forgot my ass and legs were hurting from the spanking. He came with a yell but remained inside of me. He let my legs fall to the side and got something from his pack. He turned it on and it was a familiar sound -- like at the barber when he does the neck line -- a clipper. "I told you I did not want you to have pubes, pussy-boy." and pushed the sharp cutter right through my small bush before I could even consider saying anything. Four quick passes and all I had was sparse stubble. "Not only didn't you stay smooth, but you showed them to everyone in school." I was about to object but he snapped at me: "Silence, boy." Then he squooshed shaving cream on the stubble and made a few quick passes with a safety razor so that I was as smooth and hairless as in the spring. "This should constantly remind you that you are my pussy-boy and not to play with anyone else, Billy-boy. I told you that I did not want you to have pubes and you disobeyed me. Now you'll stay smooth for a long time, boy. We just restart the clock on how long you're hairless and add another three months penalty." As he said that, I could feel his cock go from hard to very hard in my pussy-hole. He started to fuck me once again. He also took hold of my cock and jerked me as he fucked me again. I squirted my spunk on my chest and while he filled me with his. He smeared my come on his fingers and had me lick them clean. He then made me suck his cock clean. Of course, he shot again and it all went directly into my stomach. "I'm going to wash it down, pussy-boy." he declared and took hold of my ears. He did exactly what he said and washed my mouth with his piss which flushed all his come down into me. He did not empty his bladder completely into me but finished by washing the shaving cream off my once again bald crotch. I watched my master walk away knowing I was totally his to command. As you can imagine, I thought about him a great deal. I realized that I knew nothing about him. I noted that over the summer he had grown some, put on more muscle and that his cock was fully man-sized already. One thing had not changed and that was his commanding way with me. I was pretty much in a daze even on Friday when I had to go back to school. My friends were asking what was going on when I rode off with that kid but I refused to answer them. It was in the showers when one of the guys announced to one and all: "Tilson forget to put on his wig today." Everyone turned and looked at my bald crotch." I was the only one without hair. Last year there were a couple of others and there was some sympathy generally but now they knew I had tried to fool them and that insured that I was to be ridiculed by everyone. The sniggering was wide spread and many called me names. When I turned to face the wall, my problems increased. The switch had left its calling card for my classmates to see. This started a whole new set of taunts that I had been spanked like a little baby boy. One name caught on -- Bald Billy-boy. By the end of the day B3 was what every one called me and it was common knowledge that I was the oldest without a single hair on my pubis. Even the girls were snickering at me in the hall. But the questions stopped; for it was obvious that I had been treated as a naughty boy losing my pubes and being spanked. By Wednesday, I knew I had another problem. My pubes had regrown just enough to be noticeable stubble. I did not want to shave them off but I was afraid that my master would see it and punish me. He had already expressed his great displeasure that I had let my bush grow over the summer. Also, as bad as it was to be bare, losing my pubes again would be even worse. Thursday two things happened. First in gym, Ken commented on my 'five o'clock shadow' and asked it I had painted it on. Everyone made sure to take a look and chuckle. Second when I got my stuff from my locker I discovered that an ad had been shoved into my locker. It was for a hair remover showing a lady using it on her legs and complete with a coupon. I wondered if it was from E.B. in which case it certainly was an order or from one of the guys at school. Both ideas made me worry. The first meant that E.B. had an agent in my school who knew what was going on and the second that someone was getting into the game. I walked home slowly and without paying attention to my route but I suddenly realized that I was in the shopping plaza with its huge drug store right in front of me. My pee-pee stiffened like it wanted to lead me there or at least to point the way. Inside my head I could hear E.B. saying «I want you hairless, pussy-boy.» and «Restarting the clock.» The memories of a year of desperately wishing for pubes to grow did not come to mind; just the commands of E.B. I obeyed the remembered orders. I knew what I must do what he told me to. I found the depilatory section and had to choose from a dozen. I picked one that was for the bikini area which claimed to be gentle on the skin and through on the hair even getting the roots. I worried that the cashier would snigger at me, but she did notice anything but the price on the register. I stuffed it into my pack and continued home. At home I read the directions carefully and smeared the goop on my pubes and around my little package to the image of a smiling E.B. A half hour later, I scraped the stuff off and showered. I felt so smooth without any of those nasty forbidden hairs I had before. It was even smoother and more sensuous than after E.B. had shaved me. I jerked off happily confident that E.B. would be pleased. I wondered why I hadn't realized how sensuous smooth was a year ago. I was disappointed that E.B. didn't pick me us after school on Friday and I even hung out in the park (doing my homework) hoping that he would appear out of the mist like Hamlet's father. I was disappointed. Monday night I used the depilatory again as E.B. ordered and it made me feel better. At least when he did appear I would be acceptable. It was Wednesday when I found another note in my locker with orders from E.B. I wondered what he planed for me as I read his note for the thousandth time. «Be at the park at 10 Saturday morning. Wear a T-shirt, short shorts and sneaks ONLY. It's a special day of celebration.» I just did not know what to make of it. But I knew that I would be there. I even knew that I must be sure to be extra smooth so I used the hair remover before I had breakfast. I could not eat very much at all. I was at the appointed spot by 9:45. I did not dare to be late. When he showed up a little late he was his usual commanding gruff self. He tied a bandana about my eyes and lead me off without a word. Soon I could sense that we were deep in the woods and he ordered me to strip. I was pleasantly surprised when he complimented me on the way I was so smooth. As he played with me I got hard knowing (well, hoping) that he was going to fuck me. He asked me a lot of question, as usual, about being good and jerking off. I could honestly say that I had been a good boy, boasted how I kept myself smooth and always thought of him when I jerked off. He told me he was pleased. It was strange that with my eyes blocked, I thought I heard things moving but I figured it was just the wind. "It's your birthday next week and we going to celebrate it now. First you going to get a birthday spanking." With that he pulled me over his lap and rubbed my butt. Then he gave me a hard spank. "Count them, Billy-boy." and hit me again. I was feeling wonderful already. "One, sir." I said had he had taught me. SPANK! ... SPANK!! "Fifteen, sir." He stood me up and standing behind me told me that it was time to blow the candles of my birthday beafcake. That was puzzling until he removed the blindfold. In front of me were some fifteen guys, most from my class and all with rampant cocks from hairy crotches showing above their open jeans. I was shocked. I would have bolted but E.B. had a good grip on me and I couldn't. Everyone in school; everyone in the world would know that I had been doing. E.B. made a signal and another kid held a bag before me and E.B. said to pick a slip from inside. I pulled a name and Johnny stepped forward. He was handed a paddle by another kid. Were these the two that fucked me last May when E.B. did? "Everyone gets to give you one shot. Bend over, boy." commanded E.B. Johnny swung the paddle and it connected firmly but not as hard as it could have. E.B. pushed me to my knees and Johnny grabbed my ears and shoved his hard cock into my mouth. In a few minutes he blasted his load down my throat. "Happy Birthday, Billy-boy." I had blown the first birthday cake candle. I picked another name, got another whack and blew the second cock. This was repeated until I had blown all fifteen of them. Then E.B. fucked me with all of them watching followed by everyone singing happy birthday. One by one they thanked E.B. for the party and drifted away. As E.B. marked me he told me that he was pleased with what a good obedient boy I was. I stayed there a long time feeling good before going home. It was not until much later that I realized that life at school would certainly be different now that everyone knew about me. I was surprised that Monday at school was more pleasant than usual. The guys that had been my birthday beafcake apparently had not told the world and gave me some enigmatic smiles. Don't get me wrong, I was not suddenly Mr. Popular but just not the constant target of derision. It was Tuesday, my birthday, in gym that things happened. After class I was surrounded by the guys and Happy Birthday was sung to me. Then they gave me another birthday spanking. They each got one spank but they each made it count as they used their wet hands on my wet butt. My butt hurt for some time but it felt real good. The End © Copyright A.I.L., September 23, 2002 Your comments are appreciated. YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com Visit my site at http://www.asstr.org/~YLeeCoyote/

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Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2020 23:41:23 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 5 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 5 John looked down at his new boyfriend, still thrilled that he had said yes to him. He looked down at that bright hair that nearly glowed even in the darkness, and down the long lean arm to where his hand rested on his knee. And there, next to that hand, was something else. John blinked to be sure the shadows weren't playing tricks on him, but sure enough, there was a definite boner trapped in the leg of Andrew's jeans. That needs to get out! He leaned down toward Andrew and lightly kissed the top of his head. Andrew raised his head to look up into John's face and was rewarded with a series of kisses across his forehead, his eyes, and his nose before they found his lips. John moved around until he was kneeling in front of Andrew and held his face in his hands as he continued to smother him with light and tender kisses, which Andrew naturally returned fervor as John teased his lips with his tongue. Andrew grew more and more fervent as his ardor grew. The feel of John's firm tongue sparked a need for more definite contact. Soon, with their lips locked together, their tongues intently explored each other's mouths. 'Oh yes,' John thought to himself. 'I knew this boy was ready to go!' Finally tasting each other, the last unfulfilled sense remaining between them was finally bridged. And neither could get enough. John was a little surprised at how quickly the intensity had ramped up. He knew he was revved up, but he didn't suspect Andrew would let himself loosen up so rapidly. He was pleasantly excited that behind the restrained front, this handsome man seemed to be eager to pursue the physical with such ardor. And this was just the start! But he wanted this time to be special, and quickly decided on a plan to make sure that happened. John's hands moved down the sides of Andrew's face slowly but surely while they continued to make out. His fingers traced the outline of Andrew's jaw before sliding down to his neck and then the front of his chest. His downward progress paused to flick and tease Andrew's nipples under the thin t-shirt. His efforts were rewarded with stiffening nipples and light groaning. 'This boy is going to be so much fun!' John thought as he continued. He tweaked those nipples just a little bit more before he moved his hands down to the firm stomach. With their tongues still dueling, John firmly took hold of Andrew's hips with his hands. By this time, they were taking turns sucking on each other's tongues in the familiar back and forth rhythm of passion, each trying to outdo the other. Their tongues curled around each other, stroking each other and intertwining and bringing them both to the point of breathlessness, but the pursuit continued. John slid his right arm further around Andrew and pulled him closer. He could feel Andrew's hard on pressing against his side and drew his left hand back to very lightly trace its length with one finger. A gasp escaped Andrew as it jumped and pulsed at his touch, so he followed its length back down from the tip to the base and then up again. It was clearly trying to break through the leg of his jeans. After one last pass, John's hand continued forward to move between them, where his fingers adroitly grasped the end of Andrew's belt. He slowly pulled it out of the buckle and moved onto the prong, pulling it back to slide the leather through the loop and out. John backed off a little bit and began to nibble on Andrew's right ear lobe while Andrew continued to cover John's neck with as many kisses as he could. He was so focused that he didn't even notice as John's skilled fingers began popping the buttons open on his jeans. Andrew gave in to each new sensation and let them wash over him, thrilling to the firing of long-neglected sensory inputs. John moved down from playing with Andrew's ears and latched onto his neck like a vampire, alternating his lips with his tongue to find, tickle, and caress sensitive spots he discovered. His target was squirming now, unable to hold still under the onslaught and the tickling of John's short beard across his smooth skin. But John wasn't finished with him yet by a long shot. He pinched the hem of Andrew's t-shirt between two fingers and slid his left hand up the tight stomach, between the superbly toned pecs, and then up to the left where he clasped his shoulder. John then dove for the spot just below the Adam's apple from underneath the bunched-up shirt, kissing and tonguing there too. Andrew tried to move back a little, but John's right arm held him firmly in place. There was no escape from this now! Knowing he had found a good spot, John made a mental note to himself and then slowly made his way further down. He loved the taste of Andrew's sweat as he completely covered his chest with kisses until he reached one of those nipples he had teased earlier. He stretched his tongue out to lick the very tip, then swirl around the outside in tiny circles until his lips encircled it and he sucked it hard into his mouth. Holding that nipple captive inside his warm mouth, John nipped at it lightly with his teeth while his tongue continued to lick and flick at it. Andrew grasped John's head with both hands to try to gain some control, but John wasn't about to relent on his mission�a mission that now had Andrew gasping for breath. After a few more minutes of manipulation, John slowly released the nipple from his mouth. Andrew tried to catch his breath, only to have John send an electrifying chill through his body as he blew a breath of cool air over the spit and sweat covering his fully engorged nipple. He shivered at the feeling even as John dove back down on it and nipped at it once with his teeth and then slathered it again with his tongue. Andrew braced himself for a repeat performance on his other nipple as John slid his tongue toward his sternum, but John surprised him when that tongue took an abrupt turn downward in the middle of his chest. It traced a line straight down to his navel and then dove in, exploring the little cavity thoroughly with his tongue. John opened his mouth wide and took a big mock bite around his belly button and then softly dragged his teeth inward toward the center, rasping against Andrew's flesh as they went. Just before his jaws closed into an actual bite, John suddenly lifted back a little bit and repeated the "bite", but this time instead of teeth, it was nothing but John's firm lips that drew in Andrew's flesh. Andrew struggled again out of reflex as this activity was as tickling as it was hot. He was finding it hard to breathe again as he tensed and relaxed his ab muscles trying to cope with all the conflicting sensations causing such sweet agony to his body. Having drawn enough skin into his mouth to make folds, John started to French kiss his navel. 'Wait,' thought Andrew to himself. 'What?!? What is he doing? So hot! But no! I'm too ticklish there! I've got to get�I can't�I can't move! Oh my god, I can't breathe!' Andrew suddenly went rigid and arched backward. John instantly stopped. "Andrew! Are you okay?" Andrew reeled forward and gasped for breath. After a few gulps of air, he nodded. "Yeah," he panted. "I just couldn't breathe for a second there. Wow! No one has ever done these things to me before. I don't know how much more I can take of this." "I'm sorry if I pushed it too far�" "Oh no, you're good�really good, I'm just ticklish there and what you were doing was�I don't know. A lot." "I didn't realize that. I can stop if it's too much." "Don't you dare!" "Okay then, I won't!" John dove back down for Andrew's belly, but was a little more aware of how much to tease and how much pressure to use to keep from pushing Andrew quite so far. John smiled inwardly: so sensitive! He only stayed at the belly button for another moment before he began licking and kissing his way down further. His tongue swirled around in Andrew's bush lapping at the point where the hard cock met the rest of his amazing body. John's tongue slid down beside and around, but never quite touching Andrew's manhood. John literally lifted Andrew right out of his seat before he began to pull on the waistband of Andrew's jeans with his other hand. Andrew quickly assisted, grabbing his jeans and pushing them off his hips and down. John set him back down and used both hands to clasp and slide down Andrew's legs, pushing the jeans down and off. He quickly tossed them to the side and then slid his hands back up to the knees, which he grasped firmly and pulled further apart. There before him was Andrew's hard and dripping 8" cock standing proudly out from the beautiful blonde bush it was nestled in. below it hung the most perfect set of balls he had ever seen. They hung down several inches with clearly fully round plums inside a ruddy and wrinkled bag covered in more soft blonde hair. And they were calling his name. 'Damn,' thought John. 'I can barely believe he's real!' John swooped in again and began to lick around the edges where Andrew's balls met his body. He gently lifted Andrew's knees up for better access until Andrew had his hands on the ground behind him to keep from falling backward. This rendered him practically powerless to what John was doing, but stopping John was the last thing on his mind right now. John's tongue was flicking at the joint between his legs and his pelvis, making Andrew jump. And a few moments after that, John began to do his "French fish kiss" again, latching on with his lips and then driving him wild with his tongue. Andrew wriggled under his ministrations, but that was about all he could do with John firmly holding his knees in place and his arms busy keeping him from falling on the ground. John then did the same thing at the spot just below his balls, and Andrew could feel John's beard prickle his ball sack as he worked his magic between his legs. After a few minutes of this, John slid his tongue up and began to slather Andrew's bag, lapping and caressing those precious balls thoroughly. Once they were completely moistened with spit, john blew a cool breeze over them and then pounced on them, completely engulfing first one and then both inside his warm mouth. Trapped inside this confinement, they were treated to yet more of John's talented tongue work, stroking and gently nudging them around and against each other. Andrew's cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum now and it flowed all the way down his long shaft and he watched transfixed as it covered John's nose and face until his face shone with its shiny new coat. It wasn't until John's face was completely covered that he released Andrew's balls from his mouth. John nuzzled the sides of his balls and other nooks and crannies in Andrew's groin before he looked up at him and they locked eyes. With his eyes transfixed on Andrew's, John dragged his tongue over to the bottom of Andrew's cock and very slowly licked up the shaft as if to collect every single iota of that delicious pre-cum it was producing. When he finally got to the top, he kissed the piss slit softly and then proceeded to envelop the tip in that talented mouth, followed by the rest of the sleek arrow-shaped head and then down, down, down the solid shaft until his nose was buried in Andrew's bush. With their gazes still locked together, Andrew couldn't look away. This amazingly kind, stunningly handsome man had swallowed his rod completely without taking those chocolate brown eyes off his. John slowly slid up Andrew's pole until his lips were clamped around the head. He swirled his tongue around it and then slid back down again with his tongue trailing the shaft to one side as he went down. He lowered Andrew's knees until he could put his feet back on the ground again and John released his hold of Andrew's legs. One of John's hands traced its way up to the formerly neglected nipple and proceeded to lightly pinch and twist it while the fingers on his other hands lightly brushed Andrews balls, stroking them and teasing the hair. All while completely swallowing his fuck pole. Every trip he spent up and down Andrew's pole was accompanied with a twist: a new tongue action, or something else that made every one a different experience�all with his eyes locked on Andrew. John was watching Andrew's responses and noting the ones that gave the best reactions. He loved the new instrument he was playing and was going to make absolutely certain he could play it like a master. All Andrew knew was that he was not going to last very long at all. He was actually surprised he hadn't cum already with the working over John was giving him. He had never been this turned on, there was no doubt of that. John continued to tease Andrew's balls, and then his thumb started to roam around a little bit, putting a little pressure here, a flick there, and a micro massage over there. Before long, it was getting close to Andrew's hole, just working his cheeks apart a little bit and then teasing the sensitive ring around it as if stalking prey. This continued while John continued to give Andrew a thorough blow job. John was about ready to drain this bone dry, so he started picking up the pace, tightening his grip a little bit more as he started to actually suck on it to draw out that big load he knew was down there. Andrew was starting to thrust himself into John's mouth and John knew he would shoot his wad soon. The pace was frenetic now, becoming a blur as the finish came blazing up. Once John started really sucking on his cock, it brought Andrew right up to the edge and he could feel himself about to explode at any moment and tried to warn John. "Unh! Unh! I'm about to� I'm gonna� I'm gonna�" he babbled. Just then, the tip of John's thumb finally nudged itself inside Andrew's tight ass, and that was it. "Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" Andrew yelled out as he felt the surge within him release. He felt his molten load as it coursed up through his cock and then blasted to the back of John's throat over and over again. John had sucked his way back to the top of Andrew's dick and braced himself just in time to be perfectly ready for Andrew's load. He suspected it was going to be a big one, and he was not disappointed. Andrew shot volley after volley after volley and John was barely quick enough to swallow before the next one landed. Jesus, this kid is never gonna stop, John thought to himself as he downed yet another dose of Andrew's load. It was a good dozen shots before they started to lessen in intensity and volume. Once Andrew's spurts had finished, John carefully dove back down to the base of his cock and slowly milked out every last drop from within, licking the long rod clean as he came back up. Having just shot the load of his life, Andrew grit his teeth at the feelings from his over-sensitized nerve endings. John had to hold Andrew's hips as he slowly drew back over the head of Andrew's cock and sucked the very last drop of cum from him. He savored the taste of Andrew's cum as he licked his lips clean. "Well, well, well," said John when he finally came up for air. "Damn, boy! How long have you been saving that?" "I don't know, maybe a day." "No kidding! That is some serious shooting!" "Well I blame you," retorted a slightly embarrassed but pleased Andrew. "Oh, do you? Why is that?" "Nevermind." "Come on, you can tell me." "You've had me on edge all day, if you must know," Andrew finally admitted. "I was hoping that was it, but I wanted to hear you say it out loud." "Please! You know you're sexy as all hell." "You are very kind," said John. "But I am resigned to my averageness." "Average! What are you smoking?" "Campfire at the moment, haha!" "Oh geez. Well you are far better than average!" "Well I'm glad you think so at least." Andrew's cock had finally started to go down, and he struggled to get back to a sitting position on the log until John pulled him back up. Andrew looked at him with a gleam in his eye. "Ok, Boyfriend, your turn!" ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 11:50:02 -0400 From: Mike Kliewer Subject: Arresting Officer Arresting Officer By Michael Kliewer bearly1dawg@hotmail.com All normal restrictions apply to viewing this kind of material. Also the writer holds all rights to this material. No part of this story may be reproduced, edited, or used in any context without express permission of the writer. Ever watch the television show "Cops" and wonder about those wonderful men in uniform? I know I did, and I got to find out too. One of my friends is a police officer for the local area, and he knows that I have a major attraction to cops. He suggested that I get involved with the "Ride Along" program that the force sponsored, and it would give me a first hand look at the men and their jobs. Fortunately for me I was allowed to ride with my friend Matt and his partner Kip. Matt stands about 5'10", 195 of solid muscle. He has brilliant blue eyes, and just the faintest hint of a mustache. For all the macho image, his facial hair just won't cooperate. Kip is much larger in stature; build more like a linebacker I would say. His head is shaved and the shadow on his face, gives away his hirsute body. With his Italian good looks who wouldn't be attracted to that in or out of uniform. The night started out quite enough and Matt and Kip were great to hang with. They went into some length about a typical night out on the streets, but did warn that it was always a surprise. The conversation lead to sex, and I tried to keep everything nondescript. However, I knew my buddy Matt was gay, even if the force was not aware of it. Matt said that he was attracted to me, but was very shy about approaching guys, especially given what he did for a living. We played a couple of times off and on, but nothing serious. From what I knew, Kip was unaware of Matt's orientation, and I felt like it was not my business to say something. But it did seem that Kip kept hinting at things during our conversation. Nothing specific, but both Matt and I clued in on it. Just when I thought the night would end uneventfully, a call came through from dispatch. There was an apparently breaking and entering at a local warehouse, and Matt and Kip were the closest to the location. Matt told me not to get out of the car when we got there, and they would be able to handle this. I was excited to say the least, and I could tell that both men were keyed to what might await them at the warehouse. Speeding down the highway, Matt cleared the corner with aplomb, and jerked the car into park as they approached the warehouse. Before they exited the vehicle, Kip radioed in for back up. I was on the edge of my seat. Both men opened the car doors quietly, and stealthily walked to the entrance. Weapons drawn, I could see Matt signal Kip to go around the back of the building. Matt entered cautiously. I could hear on the radio that another cruiser was on its way, but would not be there for another 10 minutes. That does not seem like a long time, but when you are up against the unknown, it is an eternity. I stayed in the back of the vehicle, waiting with bated breath. All of a sudden there was a commotion, and I heard what seemed like a fight going on. No shots were fired. All of a sudden I see Kip come out the front of the building and wave me in. This I thought strange, but I quickly made my way to the site. Inside Kip lead me to an open area of the warehouse. Rows upon rows of boxes lined the warehouse space, and just a few yards ahead; I could see Matt with his gun pointed at a suspect. The guy was on his knees, with his hands behind his head. What was funny was that it seemed his pants were down at his ankles. Just a few feet away knelt another guy, who apparently was in the same predicament. From what I gathered, the two guys had opened the door to the warehouse for the purposes of getting it on. They must have been in the middle of fucking when Matt and Kip interrupted them. The one guy still had a raging hard on, and the sight of which was getting me hard. The guys were rough looking but in a way that is really sexy. Matt stilled had his gun pointed down at the guys, but Kip's was now back in its holster. "So we got us a couple of fags, breaking into a warehouse to fuck!" Kip said sarcastically. "Looks that way buddy" Matt responded. I said nothing but let the scene play out. "What do you suppose we should do here, bud? "I mean these criminals need to be taught a lesson about breaking and entering". Matt chuckled at that comment like there was something else Kip had in mind. "What do you think, Mike?" I was startled out of my daze, and surprised he was asking my opinion. Then it dawned on me that what Kip had in mind was some fun with the two guys. As I looked down Kips body, I noticed that his crotch now sported quite a bulge. "I think we should show them exactly what punishment comes from breaking and entering," I suggested. Kip winked in my direction, and smiled knowingly at his partner Matt. "I think you are right, Mike, I think these fucking fags, need to service my cock". The look on the criminal's faces was of astonishment. I guess they figured they would be immediately arrested, but now it seemed, that they were going to finish what they started. Kip walked up to the guy who had been fucking the other guy, and asked, "you a top boy?" the guy looked right into Kip's eyes, and said "Yeah, I'm a fucking top, why do you want my dick up your ass?" At that Kip backhanded the guy across the face. I jumped in surprise and was nervous with anticipation. "No motherfucker, I want you to suck my cop cock, my buddy will want you to fuck him!" Kip barked out. Matt looked up and was surprised at what Kip had just said. Kip noticed his partner's surprise, and said "don't worry buddy, I have known from the first day we hooked up that you were gay". "I also figured out you liked riding cock too." "Ever since I have been looking for an excuse to approach you on it, but it never seemed the right time." Matt just stared, and then he saw the warm smile on Kip's face, and knew that everything was cool. At that point he really got into what his partner had in mind, and thought that I would as well. "Yeah buddy, I think these two ass wipes need to be taught a lesson," Matt said with a sneer. "Hey Mike, get your ass over here, this man needs a cock to suck". I walked over to where they guy with his pants around his ankles was still positioned. I opened up my button fly, and hauled out my semi-hard cock. "Suck this dick boy, or this cop is going to blow you brains out" As the man opened his mouth and took my cock head in, I looked over to where Kip was standing and could see he had dropped trou completely. The guy on his knees was now forcibly sucking his thick Italian cock. While I was busy getting my dick sucked, Matt took the time to get undressed. He positioned himself behind the guy sucking my cock, and was eating his ass. Kip glanced over, and smiled. This was going to be hot, and he knew it. After what seemed like hours, positions changed for all Matt was now lying on his back, legs up in the air, awaiting the second perpetrator to access his hole. The guy was athletically build, but not bulky. The cock he aimed at my friends hole, looked to be about 7" long, and about 4" in length. At Matt's mouth, Kip had shoved his thick meet into the waiting hole. Matt gobbled down his partner's cock with ease. I was now positioned to fuck the first guy. Lean, and lanky, but with great muscle tone, the guys ass looked as hungry as any I had ever seen. Although professing to be a top, he knew he had no choice but to capitulate. Just as it seemed we were all alone, the back up Kip requested showed up. Guns drawn and looking for any sign of violence. The two cops stumbled across our orgy in progress. At first Jake and Stan, just stood there watching for a few seconds. Then reviewing the situation holstered their weapons and moved in. Jake was the first to speak, "Kip, looks like you bagged yourself a good collar tonight, mind if we join in?" "Hell no, take a position anywhere and help yourself. Now Jake was a stocky man. He had seen many years on the force, and although a bit hefty around the middle, it was not unattractive. The ponch around his gut gave him a more weathered appeal that was striking. He wore his hair cut in a high n' tight, and with flecks of gray running through is dark hair. Jake's piercing blue eyes were hypnotizing. I wouldn't have minded bagging him anytime. Stan on the other hand was the complete opposite of his partner. Tall and lanky, with a runners build, Stan had fiery red hair, and green eyes. I also noticed that like many tall men the dick sliding down his uniformed pants was long. That proud piece of man meat was getting harder by the minute. It didn't take either man to get undressed and join the fun. However, just to be sure there were no further interruptions, Jakes radioed back saying that they had the situation under control, and would be transporting awhile later. Jake positioned himself under the guy I was fucking so that he could get a really good angle at his cock. Jake loved sucking off his arrestees; to him it was just getting them prepared for jail. He also loved to just suck cock. Married for 20 years to the same woman, two children, but still a man that loved the bonding between men. It was one of the reasons he became a cop. Stan on the other hand moved around to the other side of Kip. Stan's now very rock hard slab of meat standing straight up from his abdomen must have been a good 11 inches long. He spit into his hand lubed up his cock and slid it all the way in Kips muscular ass. It wasn't long before Kips was shooting a load of hot cum down Matt's throat, the perpetrator shooting an equally hot load up his ass, and Stan filling Kips hole with cop juice. I had already shot my load into the other guy, and he had rewarded Jake with a healthy load down his throat. The cops seemed very satisfied. But the scene was not over yet. As I rested atop one of the nearby boxes, I noted that the two burglar's were being dressed, and handcuffed to a nearby pole. I was not sure what was happening, but it seemed strange. I noticed the four hot cops discussing something but could not make out the words. All of a sudden they all start moving in my direction. "I hear from Matt here that you are fucking nuts for cops?" Jake said. I looked at Matt, then at Kip, and then at that the other two police officers. There was a conspiratorial look in all their eyes. Each man was stroking his hard cock, and it dawned on me what was up. "Seems those to punks over there are not the only one's in need of some Police Brutality" Stan sneered. Kip forced me to my knees and demanded that I service all four of the cops. Starting first with Stan, I gulped down as much of his hard 11 inches as I could. I was in heaven and wanted to be sure they all got my respect. Stan clamped his hands onto my head and started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I nearly gagged as he pushed it further into my throat. The more spit I coated on that knob the easier it slid down my gullet. Neither one of us wanted him to cum yet, so I moved onto my buddy Matt. Even though Matt is a confirmed bottom, he still enjoys the servicing of a hot man. I took his respectable 6" cock into my mouth, and made love to it. I showed it how much I loved its taste, its texture, and its hardness. I moved down underneath and suckled on his balls as well. Next up was Jake. His presence was undeniable, and his thick piece of cock was tasty. Uncut and still sweaty from a long day, I could still taste the acid flavor of his piss mixed with the load he just recently shot. He too grabbed my head and pumped his cock into my throat, but he was far more vocal about it. "Take my fucking cock, boy, yeah service this cop!" "Damn, you have a hot mouth, and it sure knows how to make my dick feel good". His talk was getting me hotter, and I had to stop stroking my own weapon for fear of shooting too soon. I could tell he was a passionate guy in bed, and probably rocked his wife's world. All the time Kip watched, he muttered similar things under his breath. As I moved onto his prick, he was anxious to have me swallow his rod. "Fuck man it is so hot to see you swallow my buddies cocks" "Never thought I would get these three hot fuckers into a scene with a guy who really knew how to work a dick" I worked my wonders but my jaws were starting to ache. I think all the men were ready to get into something heavier and I was at their mercy. Kip and Jake hauled me up on my feet; hand cuffed my hands behind me, and pushed me over one of the boxes. My legs were spread apart, and my hole was exposed to the four cops. I knew that I was in for the brutal fucking of my life, but was more than prepared for anything these Bad Boys were going to throw me. Stan stepped behind me and knelt down. He took a long hard whiff of my ass, and declared it smelled good. He then spread my cheeks even wider, took his tongue and wiped up the crack of my ass with it. "Damn that is one tasty hole," he declared. Jake in his usual gruff style came around to my face, lifted my head, and looking into my eyes said, "Now we each are going to take a turn at that hot hole of yours, but you have to lube up our cocks first with that equally hot mouth". I was ready. Stan stayed down at my hole, sucking, licking, chewing, and tongue fucking my hole till it opened even wider. I was ready for his cock, and needed it badly. Jake was feeding me his cock, in anticipation of making his own trek up my ass. Stan poised himself at my sphincter, and as the mushroom head of his cock pierced my hole I about swallowed all of Jake in one thrust. The pain was lasted just a brief moment, but I knew I was being stuffed to the hilt. His long shaft drove deep into my guts with ease. He held onto my hips and slowly started to rotate his hips. The churning motion, massaged my insides, and sent shivers of electricity up my spine. The then started to pull all the way out and pack in with long slow strokes. He had me peaked, and I still had three cocks to go. He swiftly increased the speed of his thrusts, and I knew it would not be long before he unloaded another cum load up my ass. It would be the first but not the last of the evening. Once Stan removed his spent cock, he moved around to my mouth for me to clean his cock off. I could taste his cum, and my ass juices. It was warm, and tangy, and tasted incredible. The scene being performed was nothing like the energy in my head. Matt and Kip were nearby and Matt was on his knees making sure his partner was well taken caring of. Jake for his part was rutting me like a boar, and taking no mercy on my hole. He fucked like a pile driver, and was making certain he got his nut. Screaming obscenities, he came quickly and deposited another hot load of police cum up my well-used ass. Kip pulled out of Matt's hungry mouth, and quickly replaced Jake at my hole. Jake did as Stan did and had me clean his cock off. Again the tastes were wild. Not only did I have Stan's cum to taste, but now I had Jake's as well. Kip was being a total cocks man at my hole. Working his cock at different rhythms, and intensities to rock my world. He had me moaning with guilty pleasure with each thrust. Matt came in front of me to have his cock serviced. He watched with awe as he witnessed my complete use as a cock whore. I knew he wanted to get fucked in the same way and was just biding his time. Kip was a master at fucking and he held off for sometime before unloading into me. I was in complete pig heaven with cum oozing down my leg and another load deposited into me. Matt was not eager to fuck me, and I understood. I was quickly released, and after regaining the movement in my arms, took care of Matt. I suggested to the men that one of his biggest fantasies was to be double fucked. That intrigued all the guys. Kip and I volunteered to make that fantasy come true. Jake and Stan handcuffed their buddy, and then helped to get him into position. Kip lay down on his back on one of the piles of boxes, with his legs dangling down off the edge. Matt then squatted over his cock and just took about an inch or two in. I then came in from behind, positioning my dick on top of Kips and started to push in. Matt's hole was resistant to the additional stretch, but with a hit of poppers I had, his hole opened up and accepted my cock head. Then both Kip and I pushed in as Matt distended his hole, and pushed down. Before long we were well into his ass. Matt moaned in sheer ecstasy, as he lived out his fantasy of being double fucked. I have to admit that the sensation of rubbing against Kip's cock, and being inside of Matt was incredible. I was in a better position to maneuver, but worked myself and Kip into Matt as much as we could. The other guys had retreated back to the prisoners, and were now forcing gobbling the criminal's cocks. The sight of Matt getting double fucked, and the preceding events must have been a sight for the two perps. With both Stan and Jake now gobbling down their cocks, they we ready to shoot. It wasn't long before my balls retracted and I knew I was about to shoot. Kip was in the same boat as I could feel his cock expand just a bit more. As Matt continued to impale himself on us both, I was the first to cry out in pleasure. My pent-up load shot volley after volley of hot jism into my friend's ass. Kip followed almost immediately so that the force of our loads was doubled inside this young cop. I could hear in the background the moans of the two handcuffed perps as they unloaded their juices into the mouths of the two handsome cops. Both Jake and Stan swallowed every last drop of cum that was spent. Once we were all spent, I slowly slipped my now exhausted cock out of Matt's used hole. I then helped him down and let him rest on the warehouse floor. Jake and Stan came over and the four cops were discussing what they should do about the two guys they were holding. Matt suggested letting them go, saying they had served their time for what they did. They all agreed, and with a promise from the two guys that they would not be caught again, they were let go. Jake said he would radio in that they had only found some homeless people seeking shelter and had let them go. No one would be the wiser and the whole episode was cleared. However, we all agreed that this would not be the last time the five of us got together. Matt was looking forward to feeling each and every one of us in his hole, and even Jake had a few fantasies even his wife would be surprised at.

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Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 13:55:37 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme Subject: Discipline Encounter #10: Humiliation Therapy, Part One It had been only two days since my last discipline encounter with my new master, Master Billy from Connecticut, when he called me to set up our next meeting. On the following weekend I was to drive to Falmouth MA, one hour south of my hometown, and meet him at his motel room. Given the motel name, room number, and a list of things to bring and wear, I was fully prepared for the trip, or so I thought! Arriving on time, as usual (and per orders) fully dressed in a suit and tie, I knocked on the door and he opened it. "Great to see ya kid!" he happily said as he shook my hand. He stepped out into the hall, where others passing by could see us and buttoned up the buttons of my suit coat. Primping my tie knot and pocket hankie, he said, " And yer lookin' sharp as a tack too! Damn, ya look great boy! Come on in". He walked me to the small kitchenette where he gave me my instructions for the day. He was hosting a reunion of old Army buddies, several of whom were also discipline masters. I was to serve as waiter and bartender for the party and also be on call for whatever other duties might arise. I gulped with a tense nervousness about exactly what THAT might mean. As the guests arrived, they were mostly jovial and congenial older guys, casually dressed in Hawaiian shirts, shorts or Speedos, and sandals. Some of them commented on the necessity of my formal attire, but Master Billy said that it was all part of my training and that I wasn't quite ready yet to dress down. Master John from our Labor Day weekend suck-a-thon was there and gave my ass a good slap as he walked past me. I noticed him whisper to few of the other guys and they began to ogle me and chuckle among themselves. As the time went by and the beer and drinks continued to flow, some of them became quite randy, grabbing at me as I served hors d'ourves, pinching my ass, etc. Finally, one particularly inebriated old timer, name of Gus, razzed Master Billy saying, "Hey Bill, what the hell? You gonna strip this bitch for us or what? Let's see what you've got here!" Master Billy laughed and said, "Sure Gus! I was just waiting for one of you old queens to ASK!" Laughs were heard all around, then, looking over at me he said one word, "STRIP". They formed a makeshift circle around me as I slowly stripped out of my suit and tie outfit. This was extremely embarrassing for me, to be doing this before a good dozen men, mostly strangers I had just met, but obeying my master was my first priority. "Leave the undies on, boy" Master Billy said just before I was going to drop them and the small crowd booed. "That's enough for now guys, maybe more later." To me he said, "You get back to work". This was definitely not enough for Gus, after a few minutes he began following me around the suite, trying to corner me, pinch a nipple, or tugging at the waistband of my undies, trying to pull them down. Masters Billy & John were noticing this and getting quite a charge out of it. I, however, was obviously upset at this sort of treatment. Master Billy took me aside and explained, "This is your first session of Humiliation Therapy, boy. You're doing well so far but you're far from done yet, so suck it up and be ready for anything. OK?", I nodded my head and returned to work. After a bit, randy old Gus finally cornered me in the kitchenette, blocking me literally into a corner, grabbing at my tits, slapping my face, and sucking my nipples before he pulled my underwear down and completely off. "Oh yeah, yer gotta great arse, kid!", he exclaimed as he slapped my exposed buttocks. Then he pulled me by the earlobe to the main living room. "Now, will ya look at this guys!", he roared, "Check out the sweet arse on this bugger!" as he turned me around to show them all my naked ass cheeks and his red handprints thereupon. "GUS!" yelled Master Billy, "Did I TELL you you could do that??" "No, ya didn't Bill", he said, "But ya waited too long to get 'im naked, didn't he boys?" Resounding cheers and laughs of agreement went all around the room. Master Billy threw his hands up and laughed, "Oh shit, I guess I'm outnumbered here! OK boys, here's my gift to you, you've got one hour to play with him, don't hurt him, no visable marks, he's got a day job to go to on Monday the poor shit, and NOBODY and I mean NOBODY fucks him but ME! Ya got that?" Cheers of agreement and high-fives went all around the room as many of the old timers began stripping down and stroking their meat. The cameras came out and began flashing as Gus pulled me by the nips across the room to the chair he sat down in and ordered me to kneel before him. Flopping his huge cock and balls out, he began wiping his cockhead across my lips and said, "Here ya go honey, start working on this beauty first. C'mon cutie give it a lick, eh? You know you want to." I looked over at Master Billy for help, but there would be none found there. He sternly said, "Do it NOW, boy!" As I began to lick the tip of Gus' cockhead I wondered what else the remainder of the hour held for me..........TO BE CONTINUED! yours, Heywood

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Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2001 09:07:14 -0800 (PST) From: Conor O'Leary Subject: Baseball Team Rapes Teacher, Part 7 Baseball Team Rapes Teacher Part 7: The Gang Bang Continues by Conor The boys abruptly stopped the sexual activity and waited patiently as Andy ran off behind the backstop to retrieve the "secret weapon." Mr. Flanagan was still on his hands and knees in the dirt. Cum was dripping out of his mouth and asshole, and someone had shot a load on his back and in his hair as well. He felt like he had been completely dehumanized. These boys, whether young freshmen boys or hot senior studs, truly viewed him simply as an object to be played with. Not once did they stop to think about their teacher's feelings or even about his own sexual pleasure. Soon Andy, the smallest of the three freshman, returned from behind the backstop. In one hand was a wooden baseball bat. In the other hand was a paper bag. Mr. Flanagan didn't understand what was going on -- at first, he thought the boys were going to beat him with the bat. He thought back to the time Coach Jackson had struck him across the face, and then kicked him in the ribs after he had fucked him. The boys gathered around the teacher as Andy handed the baseball bat to Kevin. "You see this, Flanagan?" Kevin sneered, waving the bat at the teacher. "We use these everyday in baseball, but today we're going to use it for something different." It was only when Kevin pulled a jar of Crisco out of the paper bag that Mr. Flanagan realized what would be happening. The boys forced Mr. Flanagan to roll over onto his back. Ryan and Eric each grabbed a leg and forced them apart, exposing the teacher's gaping asshole. The other boys held Flanagan's arms, pinning him to the ground. Mr. Flanagan watched in horror as Kevin smeared Crisco all over the thick end of the baseball bat. The teacher tried to struggle, but he was being held down by six strapping teen athletes, and he knew he was trapped. Kevin laughed at his teacher's efforts to get away, and said, "What, are you scared Mr. Flanagan? I would think you'd be looking forward to this! We all know how much you love taking our big bats up your ass." All the boys laughed, and Kevin began to rub the greased end of the bat up against Mr. Flanagan's hole. Suddenly, Mr. Flanagan yelled out, "No, Kevin! Please, it's too much!" The boys laughed again. But Kevin pulled the bat away, and said, "Okay, Flanagan, you're not ready yet. Do you need some warming up?" The teacher said nothing. "Fine," Kevin continued. "Kenny, get over here. Give our teacher a nice stretching." Kenny eagerly jumped up and moved into place behind the teacher. He lined his 10-inch rod up against Mr. Flanagan's hole and slammed it in. The teacher groaned in pain, but soon adjusted to the size of this freshman boy's tool. Kevin, bat still in hand, directed Kenny to fuck the teacher even harder. "We want him to be ready for the main event, don't we?" After a few minutes, Kenny pulled his enormous erection out of the teacher's ass and shot his load, spraying it all over Mr. Flanagan and on the other boys, as well. Kevin said, "Okay, Flanagan, enough of this nonsense. Spread `em, boys." Ryan and Eric pulled his legs as far apart as they would go, and Kevin placed the tip of the bat at Mr. Flanagan's bruised pussy. Slowly, he began to slide the huge piece of wood into his ass. Mr. Flanagan had never felt such pain in his life. He'd been taking hard cocks up his ass since high school, and Kevin and his friends had certainly given his ass a workout in the past year. But nothing compared to this. Soon, Kevin had forced an entire 12 inches of the bat into Mr. Flanagan's butt. The boys looked on in awe as the bat continued to slowly slide deeper and deeper into their teacher's body. After he had buried the bat a few inches deeper, Kevin began to slide it out. "Okay, Teach, time for the real fun." Kevin began to brutally fuck the teacher with the bat, pulling it almost all the way out and then slamming 14 inches of the bat back in. Mr. Flanagan thought he was going to pass out from the violent fucking he was receiving. Soon, Billy, the hot freshman, forced his 7-incher into the teacher's mouth, and the other boys began to pair off. Jeremy, always an eager cocksucker, took Kevin's enormous dick into his mouth. Ryan decided that Kenny, the horse-hung freshman, would make an excellent cocksucker. Ignoring the younger boy's complaints, Ryan forced him onto his knees and slammed his 9-inch cock down his throat. At the same time, Eric and Andy began to sixty-nine, sucking on each other's little hard-ons. Soon Kevin took mercy on Mr. Flanagan and removed the bat from his battered hole. This mercy was short-lived, however, as the boys once again began taking turns drilling their teacher's ass and fucking his face. This continued for over an hour, and by the end Mr. Flanagan was barely conscious of what was being done to his body. He remembered the bat being forced into his body one last time before he passed out. * * * * * * * * The teacher woke up several hours later. Looking down, he realized the wooden bat was still inside him. He slowly pulled it out, wincing at the sharp pain it caused. Mr. Flanagan's body was bloody in places and sore all around. This, he thought, had been the worse experience yet. He had been looking forward to the end of the school year, when Kevin and his fellow seniors would graduate and, hopefully, finally leave him alone. Now he knew that their departure would not end his servitude. They were training a whole new group of boys, who would be at the school for four more years. The thought of being a sexual slave for that long was unbearable. As he lay on the baseball field, dirty and bloody, Mr. Flanagan thought about his options. There has to be something I can do, he thought. Something. To be continued... ========================== Alright guys, there you have it. How'd you like the baseball bat? I hope it wasn't too brutal. Anyway, as always, please send your comments, suggestions, and questions to me at conor500@yahoo.com. Can't wait to hear from you all! Later...

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Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 01:20:08 EDT From: Arablover100@hotmail.com Subject: Bobby was the Boss Bobby was the Boss By Arablover Bobby Mettry was only two years older than me but at 20 he was already a strong, hard-bodied man with big hands rough from lugging blocks of ice and heavy cans of kerosene up tenement stairs. It was the early '60's and Manhattan still had a lot of railroad flats without refrigerators, without steam heat. Bobby's Dad sold tenants ice for the icebox and kerosene for the oil burner. Bobby worked with him. I was just the opposite. I'd never done physical labor. Didn't play any sports, either. "Jimmy," Bobby once told me, "You're as weak as a girl and your hands and face are just as smooth. I think that's why I like you." Bobby and his Dad had moved into the tenement next door that Spring. It wasn't until summer that I got to know Bobby when, same as me, he came down to the street most nights to take some air before going to bed. It turned out we were both half-orphaned as kids. I'd lost my father. He'd lost his mother. He talked about his mother some but mostly he talked about his Dad. They were close and you could tell by the way he spoke he admired his father a lot. Bobby liked to talk about sex and his father's studly ways with women. Queers loved his dad, too, he told me. His Dad told him queers were okay if you didn't have a woman handy. And his Dad got a kick out of pissing in queers' mouths. It embarassed me when he talked that way. I liked to talk about movie stars and school and fashions and such. I guess I could be a bit gushy. After observing my animated way of speaking often enough, he asked me one night if I was queer. I told him "absolutely not!" Bobby said that maybe I should try sucking his dick sometime, I might like it. I tried to end the conversation by saying I had to pee and I was going back upstairs. "Your apartment's three flight's up. The cellar in my building's open. One flight down. Why don't we go down?" I didn't want to go with him. But when he cocked his head toward the stairs I couldn't refuse. Frankly, his unsmiling face and his physical presence intimidated me. In the cellar I told him "all of a sudden I don't need to go." "I do," he said. I started to go back up the stairs. "Okay, I'll see you." "Wait for me," he said. "I'll go back up with you." He turned his back and started pissing down a drain in the floor. I sat down on the lower step of the stairs as if I'd been nailed there. When the stream stopped he shook off the last drops and turned to me with his penis still hanging out. It made me more uncomfortable. In another instant I was alarmed. "Take a taste," he said, crowding my face. "Get lost," I said, pushing him away. I tried to get to my feet and was knocked back by a slap across my face. "Do it, Jimmy." His wide palm hit my cheek again, stunning me. "Don't hit me," I said. "I'll have to explain to my mother if my face is all red." "Then take my dick in your mouth and you won't have any explaining to do." I looked up into his eyes. There wasn't anger there but determination. He was going to make me do what was right. He started to raise his hand again and my shoulders sagged in resignation. I opened my mouth and he pushed his uncircumcised, piss-wet penis between my lips. "Suck it," he said. Slowly at first and then with a faster rhythm I moved my head up and down on his hardening shaft. "Oooh," he moaned. "Tastes good, eh?" I nodded without stopping my pistoning. After a while, he withdrew from my mouth. "Lick it, like a lollipop." I obliged and now the heat in my face was not only from being slapped. I was aroused. "Such a good girlie," he mocked. My prick jumped. But I had to protest. I stopped licking. "I'm not a 'girlie'!" Bobby raised his hand. "Yes, you are." My eyes must have told him there was no need to carry out the threat. He moved forward again and thrust his dick in my face. "Open," he said and I obeyed. Now he took over the pistoning, plunging again and again against the back of my throat until I felt his stiff penis expand even more and with a moan he splashed my tonsils with his load. He sighed as he withdrew. "Good, good, Jimmy " he said, patting my hair as if I were a dog. I hawked his scum from my throat to spit it out. "Swallow," he demanded. I shook my head. He slapped my face again hard. "Swallow or you'll have a broken face to explain to your mother." Wincing, I swallowed his slimy scum. Bobby chuckled. "Mmm, yummy, yummy you got my cream in your tummy." I felt like scum. His scum. "Don't you ever tell me you're not a homo again," he said. "From now on you do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it." I nodded as if hypnotized. Bobby moved in toward my face again and automatically I dropped open my mouth. "Just hold the head in your mouth," he said softly. "Close your lips around it." I did as I was directed. "I gotta piss again," he said. "Just gulp it down as it comes." My brain was screaming at me to resist. But I was numb. Once I'd swallowed his semen it was as if all the barriers had been broken down. When the bitter, salty stream started I just glugged it down as he ordered. "I told you queers drink piss. I'm just helping you get adjusted." His words cut. "But don't kiss your ma when you get upstairs," he snickered as he finished. "You don't want to have to explain why you got piss on your breath." He leaned in and whispered in my ear: "My piss." Bobby turned his back to me and pulled his pants down. "Starting now and everytime we're alone from now on, you don't say 'hello.' You kiss my ass instead to show me you know who's boss. Understood?" He looked over his shoulder and I nodded in agreement. I kissed his crack lightly and he blew a loud, wet fart in my face. He turned and it broke him up to see me flailing away at the stench that surrounded me. "That's how Bobby says 'thanks for the kiss'." I covered my nose with my hands. "It's okay, Jimmy," he said. "We're done for tonight." He took my hands and raised me from the step. Go home." He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. As we started up the wooden stairs together, Bobby rubbed my hair again and put his arm around my shoulder. "Hey, buddy," he said. To be continued. Comments invited Arablover100@hotmail.com

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Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 11:18:34 EDT From: JSmith1480@aol.com Subject: Bobby was the Boss - Pt. 2 Bobby was the Boss - Part 2 By Arablover Now that Bobby had things settled between us, it all got easier. As the weather cooled, the late night encounters on the stoop were less frequent. If Bobby wanted me, he'd call me up instead. I'd tell my mother I was going for a walk and I'd meet Bobby in his cellar. Bobby never washed before seeing me. I guess he figured he'd have to wash up again anyway when he was done. He also never pulled back his foreskin when he pissed. When he got a boner and the head was exposed, there was always a "ricotta" coating for me to deal with. Smegma tastes bitter and it stinks but after a while I'd have missed if he had been clean. I got good at pleasuring him. I learned from his reactions what sort of tongue action he liked best. Slobbering on his balls made his penis go from zero to 60 in seconds. When I blew him I'd concentrate on rubbing my tongue on the back of his dick at the point where the foreskin attaches to the shaft. It made him shiver with pleasure. In fact, he would withdraw when he was in danger of coming too soon and plant his ass in my face instead. He rarely hit me anymore. Just as well. Though I realized I kind of liked him smacking me around, I didn't want to be damaged. Bobby was big and strong enough to hurt me seriously, even if he didn't mean to. About the only times I got hit anymore was when I resisted some new debasement. The first time he told me to get my face into his asscrack and "lick his asshole, suck on it", I was put off because he wasn't clean and the stench itself hit me like a blow. A rap across the face and then another convinced me I was going to do what he wanted, one way or another. I said "okay! okay! uncle!" He turned his ass to me again. Reaching back he grabbed my hair and forced my face into his crack. It was my first experience with actually having a brown nose. Brown around my lips, too. Afterward he washed my face in his piss. He cared enough to give me his handkerchief to wipe my face. "Keep it," he said. Bobby always finished up by pissing in my face and in my mouth because he liked to and, he said, because I needed to be reminded that I was a lowlife, piss drinking fag who wasn't much good except as a toilet. I guess I knew we were a couple when on a Sunday afternoon in November Bobby asked me over to meet his dad and watch a football game. Bill Mettry answered the door. He must have been young when Bobby was born. He looked no older than 39 or 40. He took me into the living room where Bobby told him what a real helpul pal I was. Father and son each had easy chairs. I was conveyed to the couch. Like his son, Bill Mettry had a trim, hard, workingman's body but he was shorter than Bobby. And while Bobby wore his dark brown hair to collar length, his dad wore a crewcut. >From the questions I asked about the game, it must have been obvious I knew nothing about football. Conversation ground to an awkward stop and we all stared at the TV. Bill broke the silence. "I'll get us a beer," he said, getting up to escape. "Let him get the beers," Bobby said. "Jimmy, they're in the fridge in the kitchen. Go find them." As I passed Bill's chair, I saw him out of the corner of my eye raise his palms and hunch his shoulders, as if he were asking Bobby "Where did you find this nerd?" >From the kitchen I couldn't hear what Bobby said but I heard his father say "Oh." And then, "Hell, why be shy about it? You work hard. This is your home, Bobby. Enjoy." Bobby said something else I couldn't hear and his father hooted. "A fag breaker just like his dad," I heard Bill say triumphantly. As I approached the living room with two beers and a soda, Bill reached across to his son and firmly shook his hand. I gave each of them a beer and rested my cola on the coffee table. "Hey, Jimmy, this isn't the cellar," Bobby said. "Make yourself comfortable. Why don't you get naked. All naked. Take off everything." "Do it, Jim, " Bill encouraged. "I couldn't understand why my son would have such a wimp for a pal. But you're a special kind of pal, aren't you? My son tells me you're his fag. Is that true?" I flushed and nodded my head as I stripped. A minute later I was naked, I had removed Bill's socks as he directed, I was flat on my belly and I was sucking his toes. I might have knelt but Bill didn't want me blocking his view of the televison. "I like that," he affirmed, enjoying the shrimping. He held his feet together so I could brush all his toes with my spit without a break. "Bobby, there's nothing like a tongue massage for your feet. Your mother used to do it for me. She was good. Jimmy's good, too." "I'll try it sometime," Bobby said. "But I got other things for faggo to do." His father was oblivious to his son's hint. He separated his feet, sticking out his left. "Show me respect," he said. "Put as much of my foot in your mouth as you can." Wha? But I dared not question. I tried to oblige. I was able to get all the toes in my mouth but not much more. "You can do better than that ," he said. I shook my head in the negative. He withdrew his foot. "Here," he said, standing up. "I'll teach you both a lesson. Lay on your back-- Faggo, is it?" He looked down at me and cocked his chin. I opened my mouth. Bill braced himself with his hand against the wall and proceeded to gradually fit about half his big foot down my mouth. I was choking and expecting my jaw to pop. "See, Bobby," he said, "Never take a fag's word for it. They'll always try to get off easy. Just like women. But they can always take more of anything you want to dish out." Mercifully Bill withdrew his foot and I gasped for breath, relieved that my jaw was intact. "Yeah, Dad, that's nice," Bobby said, "but I wanted him to suck my asshole." " 'S okay with me," said his father. "Just giving you a few pointers." Bobby got out of his slacks and shorts and sat back hoisting his legs over the arms of his chair. Without being told I crawled over and pushed my face right into the sanctum, that hairy, marvelously musty place. I began slurping and sucking noisily on Bobby's dirty hole. "You hear that, Pop," he said. "He's a fuckin' pig. This fag loves to suck on my asshole. Don't you?" I nodded without stopping. "Piggy," he taunted, grasping the back of my head and crushing my face deeper into his hole. I knew he liked me to make sloppy, animal-like noises when my face was in his crack. Without further prompting, I started making grunting, snorting sounds that made them both roar. Bobby grabbed my hair and pulled up me from his crack. "You really are a pig." His pressed his thumb to the base of his dick making it bend toward my lips. "Now suck on this for a while," he said. "You plowed him yet?" his dad asked, whacking his dick . "Nah," he said. "I don't want to take a chance on getting fagshit on my dick." "Who cares? If he gets you shitty, he'll clean you up. He better," Bill said. "I'm gonna break him in for you." Bill headed for the bathroom cabinet and hustled back with a jar of petroleum jelly. My ass was already in the air while my mouth worked on Bobby's dick. Bill handed me the jar and told me to grease up good. I did the best I could without interrupting my work for Bobby. As Bill pushed in, the pain was tolerable. In spite of the gruff talk, Bill was considerate enough to start nice and slow. But after a while the increasing intensity was becoming too much for me. I knew that asking for a break was the worst thing I could do. To get my mind off my sphincter I put my whole concentration on giving Bobby the best damn hum job he ever had. Finally Bill shot, then Bobby. When at last my holes were empty, I dropped to the floor for a rest. Everyone rested. Bill went back to his chair. His stuck out a foot and tousled my hair with it. "Good fag," he said softly. "See, Dad," Bobby said quietly. " He's a live one." Before the afternoon was over I had cleaned off Bill's dick, sucked his asshole as I'd done for Bobby, and had my thirst quenched with their piss. They had me kneel in the bathtub. Bill and Bobby stood side by side, dad's arm around his son's waist as together they relieved themselves into my wide open mouth. Bill had had a good time. So had Bobby. And though I thought my jaw would fall off by the end of the day, so did I. But I never had the pleasure of Bobby's dad again. I could only figure that Bobby preferred being my sole controller. It was back to Late Night in the Cellar for the rest of the time I serviced him. By Christmas, Bobby had a girlfriend named Cathy and he said no longer needed me. I knew the gal from school. She had seemed normal to me. But if she was doing half the things I did for him, she must have been a secret masochist (hey, so was I). I hardly saw him at all after he got with her. When I graduated college I moved downtown where I could live my life openly. But I'm grateful to Bobby for bringing me out and introducing to the all the things I love to do. Comments invited Arablover100@hotmail.com

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Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2001 22:38:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Conor O'Leary Subject: Baseball Team Rapes Teacher, Part 6 Baseball Team Rapes Teacher Part 6: Outdoor Gang Bang by Conor Mr. Flanagan was walking to school on a brisk autumn morning. The new school year had just begun. It had been over a year since his first encounter with Kevin, the tough, cocky, horse-hung baseball star. Mr. Flanagan had been servicing Kevin pretty regularly since then, and it seems that Kevin appreciated having his teacher all to himself. Only very rarely did he include anyone else in their activities. Kevin was a senior now, which had made him even cockier and more popular at the school. Brian, the former star quarterback, had graduated the previous year. After that first time at Mr. Flanagan's house, Brian couldn't get enough cock. His cheerleader girlfriend dumped him, and then outted him, after she caught him giving a blow job to her 14-year-old brother. After that, Brian became a full-fledged cock whore, giving it up for any and every boy and man that came his way. Still, Brian had managed to receive a football scholarship to the state university. In his first week of practice over the summer, however, his desire for cock overcame his dedication to football. Brian was in the locker room with one cock up his ass and another in his mouth, with five other players lined up to take their turn, when the coach walked in. By the next day Brian's scholarship had been revoked, and Brian's football career was over. Kevin still came to Mr. Flanagan's room at least once a week and demanded sexual favors. In reality, though, he really didn't need to force the teacher to do anything. Mr. Flanagan had long since accepted his fate as Kevin's sexual slave, and was simply grateful that he had not been forced to service anyone else in months. Some of the other boys sometimes made comments to him, and Coach Jackson treated him with open contempt, but so far no one else had found out about Mr. Flanagan's sexual adventures. Mr. Flanagan walked into the school. A few students were walking through the halls as he entered his classroom. When he got to his desk he found a note with his name on it. He thought nothing of it until he opened it and read its contents: "Meet us on the baseball field at 7:30 tonight. You know what will happen if you don't show up." A sudden panic gripped Mr. Flanagan's body. He knew Kevin was responsible for this, but the note said to meet "us." Who, exactly, would he be meeting? He figured he'd just have to wait and see. * * * * * * * * Mr. Flanagan arrived at the baseball field ten minutes earlier, hoping to get there before anyone else. No one was there, but he did find a note lying on home plate. "Take your clothes off," it said simply. Mr. Flanagan looked around nervously. Darkness was falling, and the school grounds were deserted, but still -- it's not a great idea for teacher's to wander around the school naked. So he took off his shoes, shirt, and pants, but left his black boxer briefs on. Maybe he'd get in trouble for that later, but he didn't care. What else could these boys possibly do to punish him any further? After a few minutes, Mr. Flanagan heard a noise behind him. He turned around to find Kevin wearing running shorts and a tank top. Already, his massive phallus was forming an obscene bulge in the flimsy shorts. "Hello, Flanagan," Kevin said with an evil grin. "You like my little joke?" "What do you mean?" asked the teacher. "It's just me here, silly. I just thought we could stand a change of scenery." Kevin started to stroke his monster cock through his shorts. "I'm so sick of fucking you on your desk, you know?" Without another word, Mr. Flanagan fell to his knees and pulled down Kevin's shorts, releasing his 12-inch log. He started sucking it, and in a few moments had his nose nestled in Kevin's pubic hair. "That's it, you cocksucker," said the baseball star. "I don't even need to tell you what to do anymore, do I?" Mr. Flanagan, of course, could not answer. After a few minutes of this, the teacher thought he heard some noises behind him. Then, he felt something brushing against his still-covered ass. He pulled his head off of Kevin's rod and looked over his shoulder. There, standing in a semi-circle around him and Kevin, stood six boys from the baseball team, in various stages of undress. A couple of them already had their dicks out and were stroking them as they watched the teacher suck off their team captain. Mr. Flanagan recognized three of the boys who had all participated in the original locker room gang-bang that started all of this. The other three were younger boys who Mr. Flanagan didn't recognize. "Say hello to the baseball team, Mr. F," sneered Kevin. The teacher, still on his knees, looked up at his student and said, "But I thought it was just going to be you, tonight." Kevin just laughed at that, and said "Okay, boys, get those clothes off!" The baseball studs all stripped out of their remaining clothes and gathered around the pathetic teacher. "Flanagan, you remember Ryan and Jeremy and Eric, right? I believe you've serviced them before. These other boys are freshmen on our team, we thought we'd show them one of the benefits of being a baseball player!" Kevin ordered Mr. Flanagan to remove his underwear, and said, "Okay guys, let me show you what our teacher here can do." In one stroke, Kevin buried his entire foot-long rod in Mr. Flanagan's asshole, and the boys all gasped in awe. The teacher, by now used to such abuse, buried his face in the dirt of the pitcher's mound. "Oh, Flanagan looks a little bored," teased Kevin. "Why doesn't someone give his mouth something to do." Ryan wasted no time in thrusting his 9-inch hard-on into the teacher's mouth, forcing him to swallow it to the root. After a few minutes of this, the boys began to rotate. First, Kevin gave up his position at Mr. Flanagan's ass, allowing Eric to plug it back up with fat little 6-incher. The teacher could barely feel it at first, since Eric's dick was only half the size of Kevin's, but Eric made up for that by his rough style. Then, Ryan pulled his dick out of the teacher's mouth, and Billy, the best looking of the three freshman, replaced it with his own 7-inch prick. He clearly enjoyed it. "Oh yeah!" yelled Billy. "I can't believe this faggot teacher is sucking my hot freshman cock!" Billy grabbed Mr. Flanagan by his short hair and rammed his rock-hard prick into the teacher's throat. A moment later, Andy, the smallest of the freshman, stuck his little 5-inch dick in Mr. Flanagan's face as well. The teacher began to stroke it with one hand, but Kevin, who was stroking his mammoth rod as he monitored the gang-bang, said, "Okay faggot, you've had plenty of practice sucking cock. Do you think you can handle two freshman dicks in your mouth at once?" Billy and Andy eagerly squeezed their young hard cocks together and placed them at Mr. Flanagan's lips. Slowly, Mr. Flanagan slid his mouth over the two boys' cocks, until his mouth would not stretch anymore. As Eric continued to pound away at Mr. Flanagan's ass, the two freshman began to fuck the teacher's mouth. By now, Jeremy was on his knees sucking on Ryan's 9-inch dick while he jerked off his own 8-incher. Kevin walked over to Kenny, the last freshman, and began to stroke the boy's long, thin 10-inch prong. "Hey Flanagan," Kevin shouted over the moaning and grunting of his teammates. "Kenny here is shaping up to be another star on the team, if you know what I mean!" Mr. Flanagan, of course, with two cocks in his mouth and one in his ass, could not respond. "You ready for a shot at that ass, Kenny?" asked Kevin. As if on cue, Eric pulled his plump 6-incher out of Mr. Flanagan's ass and screamed as he shot his load all over his back. Kenny pushed him aside and thrust his lengthy member into the abused hole, and began to drill away. "Hey Flanagan," taunted Kevin, "how do you like servicing three freshman boys at the same time?" The boys all laughed. "You know," continued Kevin, "these guys are gonna be here for four more years. That's a lot of time for you to be their slave, isn't it?" After watching this scene continue for several minutes, Kevin got bored. "Okay, Andy, remember that little secret weapon I had you bring? Why don't you go get it?" The little freshman reluctantly pulled his dick from Mr. Flanagan's mouth and ran off behind the backstop. Kevin fondled his large balls as he waited for Andy to return. "Wait till you see what we have in store for you, Teach..." To be continued... ========================== Hey everybody. Sorry about the delay in getting this new chapter out -- I've been busy with other things. Anybody figure out what the secret weapon is going to be? I think you're going to like it. ;) As always, please feel free to email me at conor500@yahoo.com with any comments, questions, or ideas for the next chapter. Later!

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Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2020 13:17:37 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 2 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 2 By the time he reached the door, his thoughts had only swirled faster into a big blur. He took a deep breath, turned the handle, walked in, and�- Wait! What was this? All the raging thoughts were suddenly displaced by the shock of what he had walked into. All thoughts except for the need to use the facilities, that is. This was no outhouse! Was this an actual bathroom built into the hill? He found a real honest-to-God toilet with water in it. He flushed it once just to make sure he wasn't imagining things. It flushed and refilled swiftly and quietly. 'My God,' Andrew thought, 'I'm fascinated by a toilet. What is wrong with me today?' He sat down to do his business and tried to gather his thoughts together. This was obviously not just an outhouse, but why here? How did they get plumbing up the mountain? It was just too bizarre and there were no answers. Once he was finished, he looked at the room more closely. It was huge, maybe twenty feet across once you got past the outhouse-sized entryway. There were two stalls with a fancy two-way toilet paper dispenser between them and nearly full-height doors for each. The sink under the big mirror on one wall was one of those ultra-modern trough-style sinks that looked like an eight-foot long shelf with a slight angle down toward the wall. There were three faucets evenly spaced that were mounted higher than normal�as if they were meant for a kitchen instead of a bathroom. There was a very large shower with a built-in bench along the back wall and more spray nozzles than he would have ever imagined putting into a single shower. Rather than the typical tile, the walls and even the floor seemed to be carved out of the natural rock. There was no glass or divider of any kind between the shower and the rest of the room, and he realized the floor of the entire room was tilted ever so slightly toward the shower, where there was a drainage slit under the shower bench. The ceiling was made up of light panels of some sort that almost appeared seamless. This was some outhouse! Andrew also noticed a door to one side of the shower. He went to open it out of sheer curiosity, but there was no visible handle and he couldn't budge it by pushing against it. He pulled on some of the rocks protruding out of the wall trying to find a secret handle, but to no avail. 'Well, Alice, this is some rabbit hole you have found,' he said to himself. He washed his hands and used the hand dryer conveniently mounted on the wall next to the entryway. He tried to turn off the light on his way out, but there was no light switch, so he just went out the door and made sure to shut it behind him. Even knowing what was there, he could hardly make it out from its surroundings. It looked for all the world to be an ordinary, if tidy, outhouse placed against a sheer cliff. He glanced toward the track, but John had indeed driven off without him, so he looked back to his right in search of the stairs. They were right there. Andrew half expected them to be rough-hewn cliff-hugging steps with a sheer drop to one side, but although they did appear to be hewn from the rock itself, they were very even and level and almost disappointingly regular. He could see they descended out of sight on one side and performed a similar feat going up in the other direction. The smooth metal handrail on one side was a welcome feature after the first five minutes of trudging up the steps. Just as he was coming up with some particularly choice words to describe John, there was a little alcove with a bench and a water fountain. Water fountain? Yes, and it dispensed the cleanest tasting water he had ever had. He hadn't realized he was thirsty, but he had to be careful not to drink too much too quickly. He sat on the bench for a moment to catch his breath. 'Maybe I should succumb and go to the gym after all,' he grumbled to himself. As he sat there, he glanced out to see a beautiful view just higher than most of the surrounding trees. He was caught up once again with just how glorious nature can be. As he stood to leave, he noticed an envelope lying on the bench. He hadn't dropped it, had he? He picked it up and noticed it had his name on it. He didn't recognize it, so he was pretty sure he hadn't brought it with him. But it said "Andrew" in clear lettering across the front. Was this letter for another Andrew? Left here in the middle of the woods? 'What are those odds,' he asked himself with a chuckle. Curiosity got the best of him and he opened it: My Dear Andrew- I really hope you find this letter. I have really enjoyed spending time with you the last few weeks, and I am glad you came with me today. I hope by the end of this evening, I make you feel as special as you make me feel. You mentioned that you wish you did more hiking, so I thought this might be a good first go at it, hahaha. I am so excited to see you at the top, but don't forget to check out the views along the way. After all, life is about enjoying the journey, not a race to the finish line. -John Andrew's eyes welled up as he read and he could barely read at all by the second time through. 'He really wrote this for me? How could he know I would end up taking these stairs? Did I really make him feel that special? How can I possibly have made him as happy as he makes me?' With renewed vigor, he took to the stairs once again. 'If he really wanted to spend time with me, why did he ditch me and make me take the stairs? I hate stairs!' It wasn't long before he spotted another bench and fountain. After taking another drink, he looked out over the landscape. He was definitely higher now, only a few trees rose higher than this vantage point. The canopy of the trees below him spread like a brilliant carpet of green with brightly colored birds darting around to and fro. Off to the left far below, he could see the ribbon where the road cut through the forest on its way to other places. Thinking of Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken,' he looked at the bench to find another envelope. My Dear Andrew- I'm going to assume you got my other letter first. If not, I ask you to just go with it. I love this spot because it reminds me of that old poem that says something about there being different paths to take and the best one is usually the one that others aren't taking. I don't really remember how it goes, but you might. I always wish I could remember the words when I look down and see the road and think of all the people driving right through this forest and not stopping to take it in. I'm glad you stopped to take it in. I will see you at the top! -John Andrew mounted the stairs once again, hoping that this would be the last leg of his journey. He was working up an appetite and hadn't thought to grab dinner before they left. On a normal Friday at this time, he would be watching some TV show that he recorded during the week. This was definitely a change of pace, and he was enjoying it quite a bit�despite the stairs. The view made the steps much less onerous. He was so lost in thought that he almost missed the next bench. He took a drink from the fountain and looked for the note before looking at the view this time. Sure enough, there was another envelope with his name on it in John's tidy handwriting. My Dear Andrew- This is the last viewpoint before you meet me at the top. I call this my "Oyster Spot" because I always feel like I can reach out and take the world as my oyster from here. I can't wait to see you up top! In this envelope, you will find a key. I remember you saying you like mysteries, so here is one for you to ponder. If you figure out what this goes to, I will admit it, but otherwise I will tell you when the time is right. For now, I am only going to say that it unlocks a whole new world. -John Andrew looked out and was amazed at how small everything had become. It really looked like everything was in miniature. By this time, even the trees weren't distinctively trees, but just single stitches in an intricately woven tapestry. It was stunning, but Andrew was impatient now and wanted to get back to John�-although he couldn't decide if he wanted to punch him or hold him when he did. He took the key from the envelope and found it had been threaded onto a dog tag chain. It was clearly a door key, but beyond that, it was pretty nondescript. He wanted to think it might be to John's place, but didn't dare to really hope for that. 'Mystery indeed,' he thought as he thought as he put it down around his head and tucked the key into his shirt before heading up the last section of stairs. 'That works for me.' Andrew thought about the day's surprises and even though they seemed to discomfit him, he realized that he had asked for it. Not in so many words, of course, but he began to remember a few offhand remarks he had made while talking to John over the last couple weeks. It was almost scary to recognize that, because it meant that John was listening and remembered what Andrew had said and found a way to make them happen. Andrew also realized he was actually enjoying every minute of it all. 'I guess I won't punch him in the face after all,' he thought as he climbed. Before he knew it, he had reached the last few steps. As he made it to the top, he was taken aback by what he saw. Directly in front of him was a beautiful 30-foot waterfall cascading down the rock face into a lovely little natural pool. The spray of the splash at the bottom threw brilliant little rainbows in every direction. And right in the middle of its waist-deep water stood a shirtless John with water running down his furry chest. It took Andrew's breath away. ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2021 01:35:32 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 23 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 23 Though still quite a distance away, Andrew could see John waiting for him on the bench of the landing where the cliff path met the stairs, looking out over the tree tops. Andrew had pretty much decided to break it off with John by then. He was just too big a mess to lay claim to a man like him, and he cared about him too much to drag it out and pour extra heartache on the sweetheart when he knew they were doomed to future failure. But then he saw John and was immediately uncertain. Here he was congratulating himself on being strong enough to break up with him, and the mere sight of John wiped away all of his determination. Besides, which was the greater measure of strength, saving someone from the pain of potential future loss, or deciding to face the potential pain yourself and endeavoring to avoid that loss altogether by changing yourself enough to make a long-term relationship work? He had no answers. Either way was gambling on the future. He drank in the view of John as he drew closer to him, and it became crystal clear to him that he would rather gamble on a future that included John in it. John turned his gaze from the trees to Andrew as he got closer. His face lit up as if it had been a week since they parted ways this morning in haste. "Well, hello there, sexy! Have fun?" "Oh yeah," Andrew declared. "Taking a dump is always a celebration!" "I see," John laughed. "Maybe you will have to share your secret with me sometime, because `bombing the throne' has always just been a necessary evil as far as I'm concerned." Whoops�he had momentarily forgotten that every word he said around John was liable to be fodder for teasing and jokes. "Maybe someday I will," Andrew retorted. "Looking forward to it," John replied, sticking out his tongue. "I'd keep that inside if I were you: never know what might happen." "Words to live by," John agreed. "In other news, thanks for packing everything up! It made it super quick and easy to toss in the Jeep." "My pleasure." John looked him in the eye. "I've got a question for you." Andrew instantly broke out in a cold sweat. John knew. He had to know about his breaking into the security cameras and now this breach of trust was going to end everything. He braced himself for John to deliver the breakup that Andrew had imagined himself giving not even ten minutes ago. "Ever surfed the forest?" "Um, what?" "Have you ever gone surfing in a forest?" "Of course not: there's no water in a forest." "Well, no. But I can show you how if you want to try it." "I thought we had to get back to town." "Oh, we do, but you can just as easily surf out as drive out." "Really?" Andrew asked skeptically. "And how would we do that?" "I'll show you if you're game." There is no way he wouldn't rise to any challenge John gave him. "Of course I'm game!" "Great!" John answered brightly. "Let's double check camp for any trash and then we can head out." "Okay." They went down the trail along the cliff one more time and quickly verified there was no trace of their having spent the weekend there. Back at the Jeep, they made sure everything was secured�mostly in those lockboxes, of course�and got ready to go. "Okay," John began. "Forest surfing's pretty simple, but we're going to do it beginner style first. The last thing I want to do is hurt you on your first run, you know." "Thanks," Andrew offered agreeably. "What do I do?" "First thing is to get up and stand behind the front seats." Andrew obliged, holding on to the rollbar that stretched across the width of the cab. "Perfect," John said, grabbing some rope. "Now I'm going to lash you to the bar so you don't accidentally go airborne. Before I do, make sure your feet are braced in the corners so you don't slide around too much." Andrew did as instructed, which lowered his height a little bit, and John tied the rope around his waist and the padded rollbar until he was cinched in snugly. That finished, John grabbed the sleeping bag rolls and stuffed one around each of his feet and ankles. "Trust me," he explained. "You will be happy they are there at the end of the ride." Andrew nodded, feeling very trussed up and a little nervous. John climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and looked up at Andrew again. "All you need to do is pay attention to what is coming. I will try to avoid all the big branches and stuff, but don't count on me. You'll have to duck, deflect, and whatever else along the way. Ready?" "I think so..." "Okay then, here we go!" John eased the Jeep back a little bit and then started forward, turning into the track. Without the windshield in front of him, it seemed to Andrew that they were careening recklessly through the woods, though he knew they weren't. John seemed to be taking great pains to drive the smoothest path possible, because Andrew felt the jolt of every bump go through his body. The wind rushing over his face and through his hair was thrilling. It was how he imagined riding a motorcycle would feel without having to wear a helmet. It was exhilarating and fun and nothing like anything he'd experienced before. It wasn't long before Andrew adjusted to the rhythms and motions of the Jeep and having a blast. It seemed like just a short time later that they pulled into the clearing and parked near the garage doors. Andrew sighed. "How was it?" John asked as he looked up at him. "It was fun! Though it seemed way shorter than the drive there." "I'm sure," John laughed. "It's always quicker when you are an active participant." "I don't know how active I was," Andrew replied. "I could only move so much trussed up here like this." "Mmmm, that's true," John agreed. "But think how different it would be if I tied your hands down too!" "No thank you! I needed them!" "Which is the only reason I didn't," John laughed. "Besides, you're going to feel plenty sore tomorrow night as it is." "I'm sure," Andrew agreed. I have a feeling this was the ab workout I didn't know I signed on for." "Think of it as one of the benefits of an adventurous afternoon." "I will try, but can I get off now?" "That is an excellent idea," John agreed as he turned around, reached up to grab both of Andrew's hands in his own, and literally licked his lips as he eyed Andrew's crotch. "I meant�" began Andrew before John distracted him by opening wide and munching on Andrew's cock through the fabric of his shorts. "Ohhh..." He instinctively jerked back at the sudden contact. Or at least he would have if he hadn't been bound so tightly to the Jeep. As it was, his flinch was practically non-existent. John took advantage of Andrew's surprise and went to town gnawing on his crotch, his own saliva quickly saturating the front of Andrew's shorts until they were a sodden mess. Andrew was lost again in new sensations at all the rubbing against his hairless groin. It wasn't long before he was tenting out so far that John's mouth could only reach the head of Andrew's cock. Andrew had long ago stopped trying to pull his hands free and aimed to just experience the moment, so when John let go, Andrew didn't immediately move them. When he did, it was just to work his fingers into John's short hair and guide his movements as he worked on Andrew's cock. John had finally released his grip because he was impatient for more of Andrew's cock in his mouth. He grabbed at the button on Andrew's shorts, fumbled a moment and quickly tore it free, not caring that he broke it clean off in his haste. He yanked the zipper down hard and fast to get to his prize, but because Andrew's stance was so wide, it didn't help him gain any more access. Now that the zipper was jammed too, John threw caution to the wind and took both sides of the fly firmly in his hands and in a burst of bestial hunger and impatience, tore the sides apart until he was rewarded with the sound of ripping fabric as the crotch seam gave way. The remains hung loose to either side of Andrew's fresh-looking junk. Andrew had fortunately decided to go commando, because those too would have been ruined in John's pursuits. Released from the hot and damp confines of his shorts, Andrew's cock twitched in the shock of being free in cooler air. His balls, however, were another story: no sooner had his shorts given way than John had drawn them both into his mouth where his tongue teased and lapped at them, sending little jolts of joy up through his core. John somehow managed to stick his tongue out and lick along Andrew's perineum without letting his balls free. "Oh my god, John�" Andrew moaned. John reached up and grabbed his hands again before he finally let Andrew's slathered balls loose and straightened up to shove his head under Andrew's shirt and kiss his stomach, completely ignoring Andrew's throbbing cock for the moment. Andrew kept trying to move his hips for more cock contact, but he was still strapped to the rollbar and could barely move at all. Every once in a while, John would brush it with his shoulder while he spent time on Andrew's belly, taunting him and whetting Andrew's appetite for more. John's saliva dripped down Andrew's tummy and seeped between his skin and the rollbar until Andrew was finally able to have a little success with his efforts to thrust his hips, though contact with anything but air proved elusive. "Please, John," he moaned. "Please..." Finally, John backed off and looked up at Andrew with that goofy grin of his. "What?" he asked innocently. "Here I am, giving you a working-over and asking for nothing in return and you still beg for more? You're so needy sometimes!" he exclaimed with a glint in his eye. "You make me this way," Andrew whined. "I'm not normally like this, I swear. You just�get me all riled up." "So now it's my fault?" "God, yes, it's your fault! I was fine until you came along and now�" Andrew trailed off. "Yes?" John coaxed, "And now?" "And now everything I thought was enough isn't anymore. I'm finding things I never knew I liked and I just can't get enough. Most of all, I need more of you." As he said this out loud, Andrew knew it was one hundred percent true. He may not feel like he was worth John's time, but he also knew he needed him like food. John refreshed him and gave him hope. Like water. He just couldn't live without him. Like air. "I need more of you too," John said. "And I know where to find that!" With a quick wink, John dove all the way down his pole in a single motion that drove all other thoughts from his mind. "Fuck yeah!" shouted Andrew in blissful abandon. John smiled to himself as he worked the rock-hard cock pulsing in his mouth. It had swollen noticeably already, and John was at the limit of his ability to accommodate it, but between Andrew's cussing and the ragged gasps of breath, he knew it was going to blast any second. Sure enough, on John's very next balls-deep plunge, Andrew roared and John could feel his cum surge through the bulging cock in his throat. He quickly backed off so he could try once again to see if he could take every drop of Andrew's load. He was almost too late, but managed to open his throat in time for Andrew's first blast. He could feel the force of it hit the back of his throat, and his eyes watered as he resisted the urge to swallow and risk losing the next shot of his precious milk. Again and again, Andrew's cum blasted the back of his throat, but John's determination paid off and he didn't lose a single drop. After what seemed like ages, Andrew's jets of man-juice started to taper off, and John was able to swallow and catch his breath. It took several swallows before he could finally start to breathe normally again. Once he was sure he had downed every drop, he tenderly slid off the spent cock in his mouth. It still twitched, but wasn't at full mast anymore. "I think I finally did you in," John chuckled as he raised his gaze. Andrew did not respond. He was slumped over the rollbar at his waist, his shiny red cock laying over his smooth sagging balls between the remnants of his shorts. His hands dangled over the frame of the windshield, and his head rested on one of his arms. What frightened John was the very blank expression on his face and traces of tears in his eyes. "Andrew?" John asked him worriedly. "Andrew!" Andrew still didn't respond, so John dove at the rope tying him to the Jeep and furiously unknotted and unwrapped it. Just before it was all the way off, he grabbed at the stuff he had shoved in the corners and tossed them out of the Jeep to free his feet. That finished, he took off the last loops of rope and lifted Andrew out of the Jeep in a fireman's carry and gently set him on the ground. "Andrew?" John asked again, almost in a panic. "Talk to me Andrew!" Andrew blinked a couple times and the vacant expression melted away. Then he grinned. "Ferris Bueller, you're my hero." "What?" "That was weird; I don't know what happened." "You scared me half to death." "My bad," Andrew replied sincerely. "The last thing I remember was you milking the living daylights out of my cock and then I got all tingly. Next thing I knew, I was sitting here." "Clearly, I shouldn't have left you tied up so long." "It's all good, really. The surfing was fun and the sex was hot! I'd do it again!" John looked at him strangely. "What?" "I don't know, I'm just trying to set some sort of limit so this never happens to you again." "Party pooper," Andrew teased. "Next time, I will have to make you pass out with pleasure and then you will see that I really would do it again." "Okay," John said doubtfully. "As long as you really are okay." "I'm fine, already." John looked relieved. "Though I can't really say the same about my shorts," Andrew laughed. "I think these are done." "Yeah, sorry about that. Kind of..." "I'm not," Andrew grinned. "I can't tell you how hot it was to have you literally rip my clothes off!" John grinned back. "I want to do that to you all the time." "As hot as that would be, I can't afford to buy new clothes that often," Andrew laughed. "Noted! Now, what do you say we get going? "Sure! But first, where's my bag? John found it and tossed it to him so he could put different shorts on. Andrew gathered everything that had been tossed around and started pulling out everything that didn't stay with the Jeep while John opened the garage and pulled out his car. Once they loaded it up and put the Jeep away, they headed back to town. They hadn't gone far when Andrew noticed a sign on the right side of the road for the first time. It had a large red backwards 3 at the top with a big red arrow beside it pointing into the woods, a blue "Jacks" below that and a red neon "vacancies" sign below. "Hey, what is the name of your campground?" "Three Jacks, why?" "I just saw the sign for it. I hadn't noticed it before." "Ah! Just now, huh? Not much of an attention grabber then, is it?" "It looks fine to me." "Fine? That's hardly a rousing endorsement for the public face of a going concern, is it?" "I guess not, but I do like it." "I actually put a lot of thought into that. I think the sign will grow on you as you get more familiar with the camp. Besides, like I said before: I don't really want it to get too big anyway. I'd have to cut more trees down and build more stuff, and that's not really what I'm going for. It's plenty big enough already, thank you." "That's cool. I'm looking forward to checking it out. When are we doing that, by the way? Next week?" "If you want to, sure!" John agreed. "I just don't want to hog you all to myself if you have other plans." "Hog away! I rarely do anything on weekends. I don't usually even get dressed. "Sounds hot!" John teased. "Not really," Andrew protested. "It's just me by myself doing nothing." "I find that hard to believe." "It's true!" "I can't picture you doing nothing, that's all." "Well, okay, I do laundry, read a book, or watch TV usually, but nothing productive." "No need to apologize! That's what weekends are for, aren't they?" "Maybe. I've just always been something of a homebody and it seems so uninteresting when I say it out loud." "No worries. It's not like I paint the town red either." "But you have the campground..." "Well, yeah, but I don't go as often as you might think. I kind of got bored with it until you were around to take with me." "Oh!" "But now it's fun all over again because I get to show you around." "That's cool�it's been fun so far!" "And more to come!" John said with another trademark smirk. This time, though, Andrew was not confused at his double entendre and laughed. By the time they pulled up to Andrew's house, they were chattering away about favorite bands. "So next week then?" "For heading back to camp, yes, but I can't wait that long to see you again," John laughed. They agreed to meet up again for lunch the next day, and Andrew grabbed his bag out of the trunk. John hugged him and gave him a long, hard kiss that woke his cock yet again and then with an unabashed leer, gave Andrew's crotch a solid grab. "See you tomorrow, sexy!" Andrew smiled. "I can't wait!" "Me neither!" Andrew paused outside his door. He watched John back out of the driveway and waved as he drove away. He fumbled with his key for a minute before he finally got it in the lock and opened the door. He dragged his stuff upstairs to the laundry room and as he leaned over, an envelope fell to the floor behind him. What was this? He picked it up and saw his name written in John's handwriting. He must have stuck it in Andrew's pocket during that last kiss. He opened it up and started to read: `Please don't hate me...' ********* 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, 28 May 2021 02:51:30 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 21 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 21 Andrew was startled awake the next morning when John suddenly jerked rigid behind him. It took him a few moments amid John's convoluted efforts to open the zipper behind him before he heard a buzzing sound and figured out what had woken him. Andrew had to suppress a giggle at the way John was floundering around half awake trying to escape the bag. John finally made it out and dove for his shorts, trying to fish his phone out of the pocket in time to catch the call. "Hello?" John barked breathlessly as soon as he hit the accept button. � "Oh hey, Coop!" � "I should have been up anyway, so don't worry about it. What's up?" � "I see. Of course, I trust you to handle it however you think best. Unless you want me--" � "Ah! Well in that case, I can be there in less than half an hour." � "Sure thing! See you in a bit." Andrew had rolled over during the exchange and caught John's eye. "What's up?" Andrew asked in a hoarse morning voice. "One of the campers is causing trouble and Coop wants me to take care of it real quick. At least it shouldn't take long. Want to come with? Andrew stared at him for a minute before answering. "Nah," he finally said. "I think I will wake up first, unless you really want me there." "Actually, I was planning to show you the camp next weekend, so I'm fine with letting you wake up at your own pace," John said. "That way, the camp can sort of be its own event." "Sounds good." "I'm sorry, Andrew. I feel weird just leaving you here, but I do need to hurry." "Hey, don't worry about it!" Andrew assured him, "Just get it taken care of and come back to me when you can." "`Cum on your back'? What?" "Dork!" Andrew retorted, wishing he had something to throw at him. "You know me," John grinned. "I'll be back soon," he hollered over his shoulder as he hurried up the path to the Jeep. "I'll be here!" A few minutes later, Andrew heard the Jeep start and then rumble back down the trail. He stretched as he thought through his options. He was woken so suddenly that he knew there was no going back to sleep, so that wasn't an option. But he could just enjoy this coziness until he returned: the bag was comfortable and still smelled like John. Ultimately, though, he finally decided to get up and start packing things. They had been so good about picking up after themselves that he didn't have as much to do as he thought and was done in about fifteen minutes. Well now what? he thought to himself. He had already rolled up the hammock, so he couldn't go back to bed. He did need to use the outhouse though, and suddenly he remembered the shower screen that could access the security system. He smiled to himself. Yes, that could keep him occupied nicely! He grabbed a towel just in case he might need it and headed up the trail to the steps. After he had taken care of his business, he made a beeline for the shower and tapped the screen to wake it up. As soon as it lit up, Andrew had second thoughts. This wasn't his place, and he had no right to be snooping around on all the cameras. It would violate the trust between John and himself. He promptly turned on his heel and walked out the door. He made it about five steps down the stairs before he paused, second-guessing himself. After all, John HAD shown him how to use it and it didn't seem to be a big deal to him. Andrew turned around and walked back through the trees to the outhouse door. He walked in and again went to the shower wall. He tapped the screen to wake it up and looked at all the icons. The security system one seemed to pulse at him before he finally tapped it, bringing up the password prompt. What was he doing? Was he really going to intrude into this system? It wasn't as if he didn't know the password: he had watched John type it in yesterday. But talk about violation! The very fact that this required a code to open proved this is not an open access deal. His hand dropped to his side. He would honor the principle of privacy. He laughed at himself, straightened his shoulders, and walked back outside again. This time he didn't quite make it to the staircase before he paused and half-turned around again. John had purposely told him to watch before he typed in the password. Surely that was giving tacit permission, right? He had to know Andrew was going to remember everything he typed and the sequences he used to move around the apps. He started moving back toward the outhouse. Again... He wrestled with himself as he walked back and forth between the outhouse and the stairs for nearly fifteen minutes before his curiosity finally overcame his reservations and he went in and entered the password he had watched John type the day before. He had remembered correctly, and he looked at the new icons on the screen. Each was labeled with its location, and Andrew could see there was a lot more to this place than just a garage and an outhouse. The icons teased him with "Barn," "Bonfire," "Cabin," several "Camp Sectors," "Commons," "Garage," "Grotto," "Gym," "Hall," "Kitchen," "Lodge," "Office," "Outhouse," "Patio," "Play House," "Pool," "Restaurant," a few "RR"s, "Shed," "Stage," "Store," and "Treehouse." Treehouse? He almost tapped it before he suddenly decided that even though he had given in to logging on, he would still limit his intrusion to those areas he had already been to. It was clear that John had some sort of method or plan to showing him around, so he would honor that. It was a nice justification to somewhat soothe his troubled conscience. But that meant that he was limited to the grotto (he assumed that was the waterfall with the pool that they had been to twice), the garage, and the outhouse he was standing in. He didn't see ones that seemed to go with the alcove in which they were camping or the little "Hobbit Hole" down by the river. He tapped the one for the garage and was rewarded with a view of the cars gathering dust in their quiet home. From the angle of the camera, he could see that it was longer than he thought with what seemed to be a hallway at the end. It was dark in the back, so even though the resolution was good, it was still tough to make out anything clearly. Oh well. John had said he was going to show him around more later anyway, so he curbed his curiosity for now and backed out to the previous page. He hit "Grotto" next, and it was indeed the pool with the waterfall. He could see the water cascading down and the sunlight casting little rainbows in the spray. He saw the rocks on which he and John had played and smiled at the memory. He could even see the hollowed-out portion behind the waterfall where they had lounged a bit. He could practically visualize them together back there kissing and watched as John put his hand on the back of his head to�no, wait! He wasn't imagining that at all! There actually were people back there! It was pretty shaded from this angle, but he could make out the silhouettes of two people engaged in some clearly private activity. Out of habit, he put a finger and his thumb on the screen and drew them apart and was rewarded with the camera zooming in, though it soon reached its limit and the subjects were still in shadow. He looked around the screen a little bit and found numbers along the side. Maybe... He tapped one and the view immediately changed. So there was more than one camera out there! If the numbers were to be believed, there were eight of them. The second and third cameras were wide shots like the first, with one on either side of Camera 1. Then he clicked on Camera 4. This one must be imbedded in the underside of the rock, because it was much closer and looked almost straight down at the couple. 5 was similar, but on the opposite side. 6, however, picked them up nicely. It was still a little dark because the waterfall and the sky were bright in the background, but now he could easily see that both were men. One looked to be about forty with thinning brown hair on top and a noticeably receded hairline. The color of his eyes was a mystery since they were closed, but he looked like he could be a good-looking man. That was all Andrew could make out of him because his partner's body blocked the view of the rest. The one in the foreground had his back to the camera, but he was skinnier and looked to be much younger. He had spiky blonde hair that was much lighter at the tips and no stubble on his jaw. His smooth back tapered down into a cute little butt that could just barely be seen at the bottom of the camera view. The older man's hairy hand held the back of the blonde's head in place as if he would run away if he didn't. He needn't have bothered though: Andrew could see the younger man's jaw move as he participated fully in their deep kiss. Andrew clicked on Camera 7 and found it to be the mirror placement of 6, showing the back of the older gentleman and a front view of the blonde. There wasn't much more to see just because they were so close to each other, but Andrew could see the blonde didn't have many of the so-called "feminine" qualities he expected, but rather a more square-jawed look and naturally nice, if somewhat strong, eyebrows that didn't appear to have ever been attacked with tweezers. He held the older man's shoulders tightly within his arms. Andrew watched as they lingeringly broke off the kiss. The blonde broke into a smile that was absolutely radiant and happy as he gazed at the older man with his chocolate brown eyes. The dimples in his cheeks made him look even less like the typical twink Andrew had initially guessed him to be. There was something open and unhindered about his smile that was supremely attractive. Andrew switched back to Camera 6 to see the older man had opened his hazel eyes and was grinning back at his playmate. The blonde's jaw started to move as if he was speaking. Andrew naturally wanted to hear what he was saying, but of course there was no sound. Or was there? He looked around the screen again and found a little speaker icon in the bottom center of the screen. He blinked to make sure he wasn't imagining it, then tapped it. "�no, really!" he heard a deep voice say. "I want you to. Please?" "You are a hungry little bastard, aren't you?" the older man responded in a soft voice. "I'd say you know that full well by now. Come on, it's been hours and there's no one around." The older man looked toward the stairs as if someone might pop up at any moment. "You never know when people will be watching around here," he said nervously. "So what?" the younger man answered flippantly. "Are you afraid they will steal me away? Or maybe join in?" Andrew could see from the man's expression that was exactly what he was thinking. "I'm not leaving you for anyone and this is such a romantic spot, I really want to fuck right here," the blonde pleaded. "What do you say?" "Fine," the older man finally agreed quietly. The blonde immediately went in for another kiss and they made out for a few moments before he pulled back again. "You won't regret this, I promise," he assured his companion. "It's such a rush to do it in the open air with just a hint of danger, don't you think?" They were clearly of different opinions on that point, but having made up his mind, the brunette wasn't going to waste time discussing it. He was already pushing the other man back and kissing his way down his chest. Once he had made his way to his navel, the blonde was all the way down. The brunette used one of his hands to reach up to a pierced nipple standing up at full attention amid a small patch of hair and pinched and twisted it sharply. The young man groaned in pleasure at the ministrations and then suddenly gasped as his slender cock was swallowed in its entirety. "Oh damn, Ron!" yelled the blonde. "That feels amaz�uh!" before he was cut off by another good tweak of his nipple. Ron seemed to know exactly how to play the body he was working on, keeping him tense and on edge as he sucked on his cock and played with his nipples. Andrew didn't consider either one of them really his type, but this was so hot that his cock was hard and throbbing and he couldn't turn away. Apparently he was something of a voyeur now too. Who knew? Well, his dick certainly did... He wished he could be closer to the action than these views allowed until it occurred to him that he hadn't tested the last camera yet. He clicked on Camera 8 and got a view between 6 and 7. He pinched his fingers to zoom in as much as he could without letting the action go offscreen. He watched Ron lustily impale his face on the rigid pole in front of him over and over as Andrew's hand unthinkingly started stroking his own cock slowly. Before too long, Ron licked and slurped his way along the outside of the blonde's cock before he started moving lower to lick the tight balls underneath. He slathered them up generously, lapping at them like a thirsty dog. The blonde's body shuddered with the sensations and tried to pull Ron's face even closer with a hand. But Ron was one step ahead of him, and had started to push his knees up toward his chin. The change of position meant the blonde had to use both hands to keep his balance while Ron's tongue licked the underside of his balls and moved inexorably toward the hole in his tidy little butt. By now, the blonde's ass was almost straight up in the air as Ron buried his nose and tongue in it. He was standing on his knees now, and his proud member was on full display in front of the camera. It looked somehow sleek and rumply at the same time until Andrew realized he was uncut. The longer he watched, the more of the head slipped out of its sheath. Andrew realized he had never played with an uncircumcised guy before, and now he wondered what it would be like. The blonde had grabbed the back of his knees and held his legs out wide to give Ron more access, and Andrew watched more and more of Ron's cock poke out as he devoured the ass in front of him. The slurping sounds he made were coming through the microphone loud and clear, almost drowning out the blonde's moans. With a sigh, Ron finally backed off his prize. Andrew watched as saliva slowly dripped down from the object of his attention. The blonde whimpered. Ron spit into his hand and coated the end of his cock with it, then looked up and into the blonde's eyes. "You want this?" he asked in his quiet voice as he lowered the guy's butt a little to line it up with his cock�-and, conveniently enough for Andrew, Camera 8. "You know I do! Please!" "I don't know, Brad. You seem kind of half-hearted about it," Ron said with a quirky grin tugging on the edge of his lips. "Fuck me already!" bellowed Brad. "If you say so," replied Ron in his unflappably calm manner. His cock had continued to grow through the exchange. It had almost no flare to the head and wasn't particularly thick, but Andrew was impressed with how long it had gotten. It looked like a rocket ready to take off. As soon as Ron was lined up, Andrew realized he wasn't the only one who thought so. "All systems go?" he asked Brad placidly with a grin. "Yes." "Then here we go in three, two, one�" And with one lightning quick massive shove, Ron buried himself to the hilt in Brad's ass. "YES!!!" roared Brad so loudly that the audio cut off and Andrew could have sworn he heard it through the walls of the outhouse. Andrew couldn't believe he had taken that entire thing in one go without preamble and only spit as lube. He watched Ron smile as the audio returned. "How do you want it?" "Long, hard and fast, definitely!" replied Brad. "You got it!" Ron slid his red rocket all the way out of the stake it had just claimed and then as quick as the first push, was back in. Andrew had never seen someone pummel an ass so hard while long-dicking, even in porn. It was amazing to watch. The video feed made it look like there were two Rons: one standing behind Brad's hole and the other standing practically inside it. Only the visible length of his cock connected the two images. "Yeah, Ron!" Brad egged him on with his deep voice. "Give it to me good!" Ron didn't respond other than to keep drilling the living daylights out of him. "You feel so good!" Brad panted. "Are you close? I'm about to shoot!" Ron nodded just as Brad stiffened and cum started shooting out of his cock in ropes that flew over his head. Andrew was amazed at the load he was shooting, and then he saw that it was actually two loads: just as quickly as he had imbedded himself earlier, Ron had pulled out and was shooting his load in exact sync with Brad. How was that even possible? Andrew had been so enraptured with watching Ron and Brad that he didn't even realize he had been stroking himself until he shot all over the shower wall mere seconds later. It took him a few minutes to catch his breath, just as it did for Brad on the screen. Somehow Ron looked like he hadn't even broken a sweat. He gently helped Brad lower his feet to the ledge on which he lay, then moved around and out of view of the camera. Andrew switched back to Camera 6 to see Ron had walked up to Brad's head so his lover could suck the last drops of precious cum from his cock. Brad eagerly licked Ron's cock and took great care to make sure that the foreskin was completely clean before he let Ron's cock retreat into its sheath. When he was done, he looked up at Ron and smiled. Ron leaned down and began to lick up the mess that covered Brad's chest and stomach. Once he was satisfied he had gotten everything, he licked his lips and planted a kiss squarely on Brad's mouth, sharing the taste of their union. When they broke the kiss, they shared a long look of afterglow adoration before Brad got a gleam in his eye and chuckled. "See? No one bothered us the entire time!" "I'm guessing they just haven't made it up the steps yet. I think they heard you clear back in town." Brad grinned. "I'm okay with that," he said. "You know you're incorrigible, right?" "Yeah, but I think you secretly like it," Brad suggested. "I can be bold and loud enough for both of us." "That you can," Ron agreed. "But for now, I'd like to get out of here before they arrive." "Okay." While they did that, Andrew rinsed off the shower wall. By the time he finished, the men were out of view of all the cameras. He thought about what he had just witnessed. They didn't seem to be strangers to the place. How did they know about the grotto? Were these guys friends of John's? What would it be like to meet them in person now that he had watched them have straight up sex together? This was definitely a good thing not to bring up, of that he was sure. He doubted Brad would care, but Ron would undoubtedly be embarrassed. Or maybe he was reading too much of himself into the situation... He finally decided to put it out of his mind and cross that bridge later�-if he ever came to it. After all, no one knew he had watched them, so he could avoid that drama easily. He closed the grotto window and tapped on the icon for the outhouse. Now that he knew what to look for, he noticed there were ten cameras in here too. Wait, ten? How could this be? He hadn't seen a single one! He started clicking through them one by one. The first one had a view outside from the front door. The second angle was from...where is that? The top corner of the sink mirror? He looked, but couldn't see any trace of it. The third was from the other top corner, but he couldn't find that one either. The fourth was right in front of him, but a little higher. He looked up and found it recessed inside one of the holes he had thought were lights. The fifth was the same story behind him. The sixth one was looking at the shower from across the room. He found that one subtly placed in the wall of the stall facing the shower. The seventh one showed what looked kind of like a sauna with a wooden box in the middle of a room with three built-in wooden benches facing it. One was below the camera, while the other two were on the opposite wall facing the camera with the back one raised slightly like stadium seating. The eighth, as Andrew knew before he even clicked on it, was the same view from the opposite side of the same wall. It was the ninth that stunned him. He could see the double benches below the camera, the box in the middle, and the single built-in bench on the other side as he expected. But above that bench was a window. A window that clearly showed a beautiful ultra-modern slab sink with two stalls beyond it to the right and a large shower area to the left. That mirror above the sink was one-way glass?!? ********* 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, 07 Jun 2021 01:52:58 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 22 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 22 Andrew spent a few moments looking back and forth between the screen and the mirror above the sink trying to confirm it was real. He finally stuck his arm out as far as he could and watched his arm wave back through the screen. If there was a room behind that wall, there had to be a door, so he started looking more carefully at the wall between the sink and the shower. Now that he knew that something had to be there, he could make out an even seam at the bottom where the wall did not actually touch the floor. He couldn't see one at the top due to the angles, but it could easily be the same situation. As for the sides, he couldn't find a single trace of where a door would be. He was about to give up when he noticed that a small piece of stone next to the mirror looked like it was breaking off. He wiggled it a little and found it was actually plastic painted to look like it was part of the stone surrounding it. Fiddling with it for a moment, he discovered that it swung up to reveal a keyhole. His breath caught in excitement. Could it be? He took the key out from under his shirt where it hung from the dog tag chain around his neck and tried it. It was a perfect fit. He turned the key to the left and heard the clack of a bolt moving inside the wall, though it didn't immediately seem to open anything. There was still no handle or anything, so he pulled on the key itself and found another surprise. He couldn't find a door because there wasn't one: the entire wall began to swing toward him. It was so well balanced that it was easy to move despite its obvious weight. Andrew felt the rush of discovery and a mystery solved as the wall opened to reveal a small alcove. The walls were comprised of vertical wooden slats that ran floor to ceiling. He could tell they were cedar from the pleasant smell. The right side and facing walls looked clean and featureless except for a set of switches on the side wall. He flipped the nearest one to turn on the lights. With the extra light, he could see the back side of the door/wall matched perfectly, although it had a large push button like he had seen before inside walk-in refrigerators. Where the fourth wall would be was simply open into the bigger room he had seen from the cameras. He closed the big door behind him�-still marveling at how easily it swung�and walked into the bigger room. He saw that the box in the center enclosed a large heater. That was when he realized that this entire room was a sauna. This outhouse just kept getting more and more upscale! This room was the size of a small bedroom, making it the largest sauna he had ever seen and easily bigger than the one at the gym. He walked around the center island and was about to head back into the other room when he noticed the outhouse was now occupied. Ron and Brad had come in and each claimed a stall. Andrew was nervous now. Should he sneak out and leave before they were finished? He wasn't really up for meeting them yet�he was certain he'd give himself away that he had watched them play just a few minutes ago. Should he stay here? That should be fine. He had been here several times and never knew this sauna even existed. But they were clearly more familiar with this campground than he was. What if they knew about this room already? What if they caught him in here? How would he explain himself? Then again, he had to use a key to get in and had closed the door behind him, so unless this key wasn't as special as he had assumed, they couldn't get in anyway. He decided he would wait them out. But could they see through the glass? He never had, but then he hadn't been looking to, either. Just as he heard the very muted sound of a flushing toilet, he remembered he had turned the light on. If anything would give him away, that would be it. He dove for the light switch and flipped it off as quickly as he could. Then he went back to sit on one of the benches. He watched as Ron walked up to the sink and turned on the faucet. It felt very strange to be right on the other side of the glass from someone who was using it as a mirror. He felt like he was intruding on a personal moment as Ron looked at himself in the mirror. Andrew was also certain he'd get caught. But Ron made no indication that he could see him through the glass. And Brad didn't either when he joined him at the sink a moment later. Perplexed, Andrew watched as both men looked oddly at the same spot in the glass for several moments while they spoke. He could hear a mumble of their voices but couldn't make out anything they said. Was there a hole in the glass? Was he reflecting light somehow? He was confused until he realized they were looking into each other's eyes through the reflection of the mirror. Disconcerting, but fascinating. Ron suddenly blushed and looked down, clearly a little embarrassed by something Brad said to him, which made Brad smile his bright mischievous smirk. They moved over to the side to dry their hands, and then Brad gently took Ron's chin in his hands, raising it up so Ron had to meet his eyes. He must have said something sweet, because Ron teared up before Brad bent down to kiss him tenderly and then wrap him in a hug. After a moment's hesitation, Ron hugged him back. When they broke apart, Brad put both of his hands to the side of Ron's face and wiped his tears away with his thumbs. Ron smiled, and Brad grabbed one of his hands and practically pulled him back outside. With the coast clear, Andrew left the sauna and headed back to the shower. He woke up the display screen and made his way back into the security system. He wanted to make sure everything was just how he had found it. He tapped the garage icon and made sure it was set to the same camera as when he had opened it, then did the same thing for the grotto (also making sure the audio was muted again) and the outhouse. As he was about to close the screen, he noticed a blue dot in one corner with a "3" in it. What could that be? He was about to tap it when his phone burbled in his pocket. "Hello," he answered. "Hey there!" came John's voice. "Where did you go? I thought you were going to wait for me here at camp." "I just came up to the outhouse." "Oh?" Andrew could tell that was a weighted response that meant there were questions. "Yeah," he said as nonchalantly as he could. "I needed to use the facilities." "I see," John said cheerfully, though clearly not buying it. "How long before you can get back?" "I'm on my way now," Andrew assured him as he closed out the apps on the shower screen. "Okay, see you soon!" "Roger that." Andrew felt dirty as he hung up and headed back down the mountain. Why couldn't he just be completely open and honest all the time? He had clearly developed some bad habits somewhere along the line. Sure, it would be easy to blame it on suspicious former boyfriends or justify it with the circumstances that led him here, but deep down he knew that those were just handy excuses and not the real issue. He liked to pat himself on the back for not being a liar, but his well-developed knack for using misdirection and avoiding the questions he didn't want to answer was really no better when it came down to it. John seemed to see through those pretty easily, and it was making Andrew feel...ashamed. That was it: he felt ashamed of himself. He would automatically default to answering questions that way, and when John didn't buy it, he would feel cheap and disingenuous. John was amazing and didn't deserve that kind of treatment at all. He was worth complete honesty. He constantly demonstrated his commitment even when Andrew was coming apart at the seams. Why was it so hard? It had to be fear. He was afraid if John saw all his faults, he would run the other way. And Andrew wouldn't blame him in the least. He was really messed up in a lot of ways. Some of which would probably take time to fix. And patience. Andrew admitted to himself that he didn't know if this relationship was going to work. But patience seemed to be a strong suit for John. He appeared to actively make space for Andrew to be himself and encourage his individuality. Even when he broke down. Even while he pretended to believe Andrew's clearly shoddy attempts to be mysterious or misleading. Why would he do that? What an unnecessary headache and effort to bring upon himself just to keep a relationship going. It would be understandable if he were all that, but he wasn't handsome enough or rich enough or talented enough or confident enough to justify that, was he? John was way out of his league and deserved to be with his own kind, not an insecure flawed guy like Andrew was. Maybe he should just break it off now before it went too far along. It would only get harder to break up the longer they were together, wouldn't it? Better to nip it in the bud and save themselves any greater heartache... �A couple hours earlier� John was pleased that he had been able to handle the situation so swiftly. Only a few minutes after he had arrived, everything had been resolved and everyone was reasonably satisfied. Now he could get back to Andrew! "Alright, Coop. I'm going to head back up now. Let me know if you need anything else, but I have someone waiting for me." "He's a handsome one too, isn't he?" Coop replied with a comically big wink. "That he is!" John grinned. "Why do you think I'm in such a hurry to get back?" "Can't imagine," answered the older man drolly. "I can't remember the last time you dated anyone." "You can't blame me for being picky, can you?" "No, I'd be the last one to do that," Coop said shaking his head sadly. "But I was starting to worry on your behalf that you might stop looking. You're good people and deserve that happiness." "Thanks, Coop." "Now get out of here already!" he said, making shooing motions with his arms. "Go take good care of that boy!" "Yes, sir!" John replied brightly. "`Sir' he says," muttered Coop as he walked back to his office. John smiled as he climbed back aboard Old Red. That old man was "good people" too, and John hoped he was at least as happy as he seemed to be. He made his way back to the campsite in good time, but Andrew was nowhere to be seen. Where could he have gone? He reached for his phone to text him, and found he had some alerts that had popped up while he was driving. Alerts from his security app. That is odd: he only gets alerts when someone else accesses the system. Then he remembered Andrew's curiosity and questions yesterday and smiled. Of course! He tapped to access the system himself and was puzzled. There were seven alerts of entry, but all of them were for mere seconds each with several minutes between attempts. He pulled up the outhouse cameras knowing that would be where Andrew would have gone. He could see Andrew pacing from the shower to the door and back, sometimes going outside completely in his indecision. John felt sympathy for him. He could imagine how hard it was for Andrew to wrestle with himself like this. Andrew had no way of knowing that John had baited him and purposely made him watch as John slowly and carefully entered the password to be sure Andrew would remember it. He wanted to see what Andrew would do with it, and with any luck, that moment was at hand. After a few more aborted entries and lots of pacing, Andrew had finally made his decision. John watched as Andrew pulled up the site icon screen and saw his finger hover over "Treehouse" before he tapped on "Garage." He followed as Andrew soon moved on to "Grotto" and started changing camera views. He was as quick to learn the system as John knew he would be, not that it was hard. Andrew's expression turned to more concentration, but John wasn't sure why, so John replaced his view of the outhouse for the grotto view Andrew was looking at. Ah! Ron and Brad were there today! How would Andrew react to that? John switched back to the outhouse view to watch Andrew spy on the other two. He saw him get hard and absentmindedly fish his rod out of his shorts and stroke it while he watched the other two go at it. He saw Andrew shuffle a few of the controls and realized he had found the audio controls. No moss on that one, as his grandfather would say. Andrew's jacking pace picked up and soon the shower stones were decorated with another of his hefty loads. Just like the fastidious man John knew him to be, he immediately cleaned up every trace. John knew that the guys he had been spying on would be long gone by the time Andrew was done, and sure enough, he quickly moved on after he turned his attention back to the screen. Where to was the big question, and John had missed the moment to see what he had picked, so he switched to what he called Big Brother Mode, where his feed would come directly from the access point chosen. As soon as he clicked it, he figured out why Andrew had chosen those spots to look at. It pleased him that Andrew respected his preference even when given full access. Now that Andrew was looking around the outhouse page, John started having second thoughts. Maybe it was too soon to reveal everything... He had to man up now. It was his brilliant plan to let Andrew in and now he would have to take the hit if it came to it. He watched Andrew flip through the cameras one by one until he came to the sauna views and saw him do a couple double-takes of the mirror and the screen. John smiled to himself. Come on, Andrew: you've got this. He saw Andrew search the wall for clues, stumble across the access cover, and open it up. He almost cheered aloud as he watched Andrew pull the key out from the necklace around his neck and try it in the lock. Finally! He switched camera views to see the expression of wonder and satisfaction on Andrew's face as he swung open the portal. That right there was what he wanted for him�every day, if he could manage it. And it felt great that there was one less secret between them, too. He had to admit he was pleased that Andrew only gave the entry area a cursory look before he moved into the sauna�the rest could be saved for later. He saw Andrew start and look through the window at Ron and Brad as they came in. Now it was getting interesting! How would Andrew react? He quickly turned off the light, which made it harder for John to watch him, but at least he didn't run out like John half expected him to do. Ron and Brad had their moment and left. John was rooting for those two, hoping their complimentary strengths would help each other instead of rip them apart. They had come a long way already, so there was hope that would continue. Then he saw Andrew moving back to the shower panel. If John stopped him now, he could save the biggest jolt for later. He quickly closed the security app and dialed Andrew's number. "Hello." Was that nervousness John detected in his voice? "Hey there! Where did you go? I thought you were going to wait for me here at camp." "I just came up to the outhouse." Uh huh, sure, buster! "Oh?" "Yeah, I needed to use the facilities." "I see," John said, trying not to laugh at the obvious deflection. "How long before you can get back?" "I'm on my way now." What he wanted to say was "Um, I can see you, and you're still standing there," but what came out instead�mercifully�was "Okay, see you soon!" "Roger that." Andrew closed the app and immediately headed out. That was close! It wouldn't have been the end of the world, but he had to figure out the best way to tell Andrew the next surprise� ********* 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: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 04:53:50 -0400 From: Tom Cup Subject: Spanked - G/M Y/A Auth HS Spanked by Tom Cup Copyright 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth and adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This story is part of the Tom Cup Short Story Galley To support this and other stories by Tom Cup visit: http://tomcup.isCool.net ***** Spanked By Tom Cup "How many times have you been late for class this week Scott?" Principle Jackson asked. "This is my third time," I whispered. "Three times," He frowned, "The first time I let you go with a warning. The second time you got detention. Neither of those seemed to work." I heard the heavy desk draw open. I knew immediately what was about to happen. My ass muscles harden and I fought the tears that began welling in my eyes. I hated being paddled. It wasn't the pain as much as the humiliation of it all. Being bent over the principle's desk, pants and underwear down around my ankles, was bad enough but knowing that everyone in school knew that I was heading for the paddling was the worst. "Please Mr. Jackson," I begged, "I'll do better." "I'm sorry Scott," he said standing up and moving around the desk, "This is for your own good. Let's go." I hated things that were for my own good. Grown-ups only say that when there is pain involved for the kid. I bared my ass and leaned over the desk. The board cracked me four times. I didn't cry; I wouldn't give Mr. Jackson the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I counted out the licks stoically and when it was over got my permission slip to re-enter class. Mr. Reese had been my favorite teacher until that morning. I begged him in the hall to let me enter class and not to send me to the principle's office. Of all my teachers, I thought that he would cut me some slack. He took the entrance slip without even looking at me. There were snickers from some of the boys that knew what I paid for that slip. I didn't even bother to open my book for the class and when it was over gathered my things quickly to leave. "Scott," Mr. Reese said as I passed his desk, "I'd like a word with you." Now I was pissed. Hadn't he embarrassed me enough for one day? Now he was making me stay after school as well. I sat back down at my desk and folded my arm across my chest, defiantly staring at him. "Sorry I had to send you to the principle," he began, "but rules are rules." "You didn't have too," I insisted, "You could've cut me some slack." "I suppose," Mr. Reese confessed, "But then the class would have known that I was treating you different." I looked up at him. "So?" I answered still feeling like he betrayed me, "It's better than being paddled by that asshole." Mr. Reese smiled. "Would you have preferred that I paddled you?" he asked. "No," I whispered, "I didn't want anyone to paddle me." "Oh," he said, "I see. You just want to come and go as you please without consequences." "No," I argued looking up to find him smiling at me, "It's just not fair. If an adult is late, it's assumed that there's a good reason. If a kid is late, it don't matter if a atom bomb was dropped on his house. We get our butt busted." Mr. Reese thought about this for a moment. I pressed on. "It's true," I asserted, "You've been late twice this year and I bet you haven't been paddled. You didn't even give me a chance to explain. You just sent me off to be paddled." "That's not true Scott," Mr. Reese argued, " I sent you to explain to Mr. Jackson why you were late." "Mr. Jackson doesn't give a shit about reasons why," I snapped, "He don't even ask. It's just drop'em, bend over and whack, whack, whack, whack." I realized by the expression on Mr. Reese's face that he was completely unaware of how the principle dealt with us kids. Silence filled the room until I looked up at the clock. "Shit!" I exclaimed, "I'm gonna miss my bus!" "You can go," Mr. Reese said weakly, "and Scott, I'm sorry. I didn't know." I got to the bus lot just in time to see my bus drive away. Great, I thought, now I got to walk home. This day was turning into one pain in the ass. I was about three blocks from school when Mr. Reese passed me. He circled back and offered me a ride. I figured it was the least he could do. I was telling him how to get to my house when he suddenly made a left turn instead of the right I instructed. "Hey," I said, "You're going the wrong way!" "I know," he stated calmly, "I'm going to make today up to you. Trust me." What could I do? I sat back and went a long for the ride. Mr. Reese drove me to a small house about fifteen minutes from were I lived. The house was in a suburban neighborhood, grass lawn in front and back, and a track of sod separating the houses. As we entered, Mr. Scott directed me to the basement. He closed and locked the door behind us once we entered. I was a bit frightened but curious also. The basement looked like a small apartment of its own. There was a bed in one corner, a desk with a chair in the other, and a stool in front of the desk. Mr. Reese went to the desk and pulled out a paddle. I freaked. No way was I gonna get another paddling. No way! I told him. He shook his head and said that it wasn't for me but for him. He said that he had been wrong to send me to the principle's office and the only way he could think of to make it up to me was to let me paddle him. He step out of his shoes and then striped off his pants and underwear. I stood shocked as I looked at my teacher's bare legs, swinging cock and low hanging balls. He walked over to me and handed me the paddle. "You said that I was late twice," he said, "So I guess I should get two paddlings for that and one for sending you to Mr. Jackson before letting you explained what happened." "I don't want to paddle you Mr. Reese," I said feeling both excited and humbled by the situation, "I forgive you." "No," he said, "Nobody forgave you. You can't forgive me." He knelt over the stool, his butt high in the air. I felt my cock stir at the scene. I stepped into position admiring the smoothness of his ass. I lifted the paddle and swung as hard as I could, closing my eyes as the paddle met his ass. "One," he counted off. Again I swung the paddle. "Two." "Three." "Uhn... Four." "Had enough?" I asked getting into the role. "No sir," he answered immediately, "More, please sir." I swung again and again. Each time I hit that soft flesh, it reddened, I felt my cock grow harder. I adjusted my pants more than once in between swings. At about twenty-one whacks I was getting tired. Sweat was rolling down Mr. Reese's back into his ass crack. I was sweating and panting. I slid down and sat propped up against the bed. Mr. Reese was sort of whimpering still bent over the stool. "You can get up," I told him. He slid off the stool on to the floor next to me, laying on his back. He was hard as a rock and panting. He laid there for a while catching his breathe before opening his eyes and looking at me. "Feel better?" he asked. I nodded and couldn't help adjusting my pants again. "Here let me help you with that," he said sliding closer to me. He stared into my eyes as he undid my pants and pulled them down below my knees. My cock was jumping to the rhythm of my heart and the head was wet and slippery. "After this," he smiled, "We'll be even again." I closed my eyes as his mouth engulfed my penis. His hand fondled my balls. I moaned and laid flat on the floor. His tongue swirled around my stiff member, played with the slit and rolled over the head. I began to cry out in pleasure. Small shots of pre-cum leapt from my body. My hips pumped upward into his warm, moist mouth. I grabbed his head and forced as much of me into his mouth as possible. He sucked harder casing more blood to be trapped in my already blotted cock. I began to tremble with delight. My balls rose toward my body. My cock began to jump madly and I felt the rushing of my boy juice leave my body and shoot into his mouth. "Ugh, ugh," I groaned still holding on to his head and pumping my cock wildly in and out of his mouth. I kept pumping until my climax end and the feeling in my cock returned to a nice mixture of release and tension. Mr. Reese released my cock and smiled at me. "You see," he said, "I never learn. I'm a real bad boy. Please make me be good. Please." In no time he was on all four. The paddle marks had left their distinctive sign. I ran my hand over the hot flesh. My cock led the way as I mounted him. It was the most wonderful, wet, hot, and comfortable feeling I have ever had. I pumped into his upturned ass with abandon as he yelled, "Spank it! Spank my hole!" Again, sweat poured off my body. Again, my cock jumped and twitched. Again, cum rushed from my body into his. ***** I was tired when I got home but satisfied. I had to go to bed without supper because I was late. That didn't bother me so much. I realized that some punishments are better than others. 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Date: Sat, 08 Dec 2001 04:00:28 +0000 From: Heywood Jameetme <suitandtieguy@hotmail.com> Subject: Discipline Encounter #1 I met him on an Internet video chat. His screen name was MasterSilverBear. He sounded perfect for the discipline I sorely needed. We connected on live chat and he exceeded my wildest expectations. He was so handsome and stern that I couldn't resist obeying him. On our first chat he laid down the rules, I was to only call him "Sir" or "Master" and obey his every whim. I willlingly agreed. Next, he made me strip nude and stroke myself hard but did not allow me to cum. I was not to cum until our next encounter. This was to teach me self-control and also inspire me to make that next connection. I did, three days later............ By this time, I was so horny I could barely stand it. This time, he made me strip slower, and stroke longer. He had me pinching my tits while jerking my red-hot cock for a half-hour before finally allowing me to cum. I shot like a geyser and it was beyond all doubt that I HAD to meet him and receive his discipline training IN PERSON. It took a while to arrange it but I finally arrived at his condo, ready for anything, and he was incredible. Barely in the door, He strapped a collar around my neck and hooked a chain to it. I was his boy and would be chained to him at all times. Yes Sir. Next he ordered me to strip naked and start stroking myself hard. When fully erect, he put a cock-ring on my genitalia and stroked it himself while sucking my tits beautifully. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, clothespins on my nipples, buttplug in my anus, and his cock in my mouth. I orally serviced him to completion, and he did the same to me. It was the BEST orgasm I ever had. He made me shower with him and suck him off a second time while in there. Eventually, I dressed and left. Aching for more. There would be another encounter..........(to be continued!)

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Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2001 14:36:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe White Subject: Paradise Found and Lost (inter, M/M, oral, NC) PARADISE FOUND AND LOST (inter, m/m, oral, NC) By Joe7white@yahoo.com. Comments welcome It was snowing. Bill thrust his hands into his pockets and quickened his step. The only good thing about his nightly walk home from the train station through this rough neighborhood was passing the Puerto Rican tavern called the Paradise Club. Through a large window he could see young Hispanic men drinking at the bar, shooting pool, milling around the jukebox. It surprised Bill to glimpse more than one Latino in wife-beaters, exposing cinnamon brown shoulders and arms, as if were just a summer night and not the dead of winter. Must be fuckin' hot in there, he figured. Bill wasn't contemplating picking up an hombre for sex, at least not consciously. Bill was thirty years old, with short blond hair, a goatee like Brad Pitt's, and the body of a gym rat. His first lover Juan was a bisexual Mexican in the Army, who broke Bill's heart when he left him for a woman. Bill never had sex with another Hispanic again. Bill was living with a black guy now, named Marcus, another bisexual who strayed, but Bill was satisfied with their arrangement. Marcus was not only discreet about the girls he fucked on the side, he had a steady job and was built like a football player. While pumping Bill with his nine-inch, black-iron rod, Marcus would whisper in his ear that Bill was the only man he could ever love, the only man he could he ever fuck in the ass like it was a cunt. And Marcus was always horny. He liked getting his dick sucked for a few hours while he drank beer and watched TV. Then, he would watch a porno flick and bust his nut deep in Bill's throat. They slept in the same bed. Almost every morning Marcus would roll on top of Bill and fuck him lazily for about twenty minutes, then cum again. Marcus never brought girls home. He always paid for a motel or fucked them at their place. Usually on Friday nights, Marcus went out drinking with his boys at a strip club, and sometimes didn't come home until early in the morning when he would wake up Bill to suck his dick, smelling and tasting like pussy. Bill didn't mind, content with the knowledge that he was the only guy Marcus would ever mess with. Bill was a few blocks from home, still thinking about the Paradise Club, tempted to venture in there some night. Just for a change, he told himself. He had no intention of picking up a guy. Sex was the last thing on his mind. His throat was still sore from the night before and his ass was sore from that morning. Bill was glad it was Friday night. At least for a few hours he would be spared Marcus's insatiable cock. When Marcus came home it would be another story, but there was enough time to step out for a drink. Bill walked past the Kit Kat Tavern, the go-go joint where he was certain Marcus was already carousing. Across the street was the only gay bar in town. In the three years since he had been with Marcus, Bill had been to the Lavender Lounge maybe three times. He didn't care much for gay bars. There were just too many queens, and Bill had learned from experience that it was always the butch ones who were the first to spread their legs. Bill preferred the company of what he called "real men," like the macho guys at the Paradise or the horny studs at the Kit-Kat (where he met Marcus in the first place). Rounding the corner, Bill happened to glance back and was so stunned by what he saw that he almost slipped on the snow-covered sidewalk. Marcus was coming out of the Lavender Lounge with a tall, white guy with blond hair and a goatee like Bill's. They walked to Marcus' car and drove off. In shock, Bill went directly home and poured himself a strong rum and coke. He chain-smoked and downed several more while he paced, angry, hurt, and miserable. He had to get out of the house, had to go somewhere, anywhere. It was in this mood that Bill decided he was going to the Paradise Club. By the time Bill returned to the Paradise, he was already good and drunk. This was how Bill met Rosario, Flaco, and Jose. By the time Bill walked into the Paradise, he was already good and drunk. He sat down at the bar and ordered a Coors Lite. For the next hour he drank a few more beers and watched the latino guys around him. Most of them were speaking in Spanish to one another. Some of them were wearing wife-beaters, just as he had seen through the window, but there was one guy who had no shirt on at all. Bill couldn't keep his eyes off that guy, a young man in his early twenties with no hair on his slim, muscular torso, but with tatoos on his chest and arms. There were no women present. The place reeked of tobacco and testosterone. Bill made small-talk in English with the buff hombre sitting next to him, a young Puerto Rican with thick black browns and a bright Ricky Martin smile. His name was Rosario. He wasn't very tall. None of the men in the bar even matched Bill's six foot, two inches. But Rosario's compelling good looks and excellent physique more than compensated for his lack of stature. Cannon-ball biceps filled Rosario's short black sleeves and his thick chest and broad lats rippled under the fabric like the muscles of a black jungle cat. Rosario had small perfect ears, both sporting a silver hoop. His thick black hair was cropped very close to his skull, as if recently shaved. Rosario was very friendly and apparently knew everyone in the bar. He introduced Bill to anyone who stopped to talk, and told him gringos were always welcome at "el Paraiso." "You don't mind if I call you a gringo, do you?" inquired Rosario, with a thick accent. Bill didn't mind. He was already a captive of Rosario's masculine charms. Bill even let his eyes linger over Rosario's bulging crotch, wondering what it packed, imagining Rosario naked, picturing in his mind Rosario's juicy uncut sausage. "Yo, gringo, you okay, man?" said Rosario, bring Bill to his senses. "Yeah, I'm okay." Bill tried to dispel his fantasies. He reminded himself that Rosario was straight. Rosario bought them both a shot of Bacardi and Bill returned the favor. By the time Bill returned from the men's room after a long piss, the bar was slowly emptying. Rosario was paying for two Corona six-packs to go. He introduced Bill to two compadres of his, Flaco and Jose, who looked barely old enough to be served. Flaco was thin and wiry with dark, burning eyes, faint mustache, dark brown, pockmarked skin, short hair; he wore wife-beaters tucked into low-hanging baggy jeans, exposing two inches of red and white striped boxers. Jose wore a short suede jacket over his bare lean torso, a backwards baseball cap over a shaggy head of hair, black locks hanging in his narrow eyes. Jose had the high cheekbones and small, boyish build of a Guatemalan. Bill walked with his three new friends to a rowhouse several blocks away. The living room was lit by one small lamp in the corner. There was a TV on, playing loudly a Spanish channel. Half a dozen Hispanic men of all ages were lounging around on threadbare sofas and worn cushions, smoking, drinking from forties. A plump hispanic girl, no older than 15, was giving a shirtless hoodlum a slow, lazy blowjob, while the guys on either side looked on, rubbing their crotches. Bill figured they must be next in line. Rosario hurried Bill through the living room and up the stairs to another room which looked much the same, only it had a bed against the wall. Bill sat down on the edge of the bed. Flaco & Jose flopped down beside him. There was a TV set on the nightstand with a pile of videos on the side. Flaco turned it on and put in what turned out to be a porno flick. Rosario pulled up an armchair and passed a beer to each of them, followed a few minutes later by a thick cigar emptied of tobacco and filled with reefer. Jose pulled off his jacket, brushing his bare, firm shoulder against Bill who would never get used to the freedom Latinos felt in showing off their bodies. Rosario flashed a smile at Bill and told him to chill out. "You hangin' with the vatos, gringo! You don't got to be nowhere to go, do you? You gonna hang with us tonight, verdad?" Bill thought of Marcus cheating on him and decided he didn't want to be home when Marcus got there. "Yeah, this is cool," said Bill, nervously. "Then get comfortable, yo," said Flaco, kicking off his sneakers and letting down the bib of his coveralls so that his skinny chest and washboard stomach were exposed. Rosario peeled off his tight black tee shirt and put his hands behind his head, flexing his pecs. It almost seemed to Bill as if Rosario was deliberately teasing him, as if he knew Bill was gay and was testing him. Because Bill was very drunk and high, he stared at Rosario's muscular, brown physique a little too long, admiring the cut of his pecs, the six-pack abs, nipples that stuck out like tiny erasers, the lush black hair of his armpits. "So you gonna get comfortable or not?" he urged. Bill slowly took off his heavy parka & set it behind him on the bed. Rosario, Flacco, and Jose just looked at him, grinning, as if to challenge his modesty. If Bill had been sober, he would have ran out at this point, realizing that he was getting in over his head. But Bill wasn't exactly in his right mind at the moment. All he knew was he didn't want to go home to Marcus, and here he with a group of friendly Latino boys who seemed to accept him as one of their own and just wanted to hang out. Bill unbuttoned the cuffs of his flannel shirt and then unbuttoned the buttons down the front. His fingers fumbled nervously. The way his three new amigos were watching made him feel like he was on display, giving them a strip tease. But that was ridiculous, he told himself. These guys were as straight as they come. The only interest they had in checking out Bill's body was to compare physiques. Won't they be surprised, he thought, when they see the results of four trips to the gym every week for the last ten years. What he lacked in Rosario's definition, he made up for in height, and his chest, biceps and shoulders were bigger than Jose's or Flaco's. "I think my gringo be workin' out," said Rosario, leaning forward to squeeze Bill's arm. Flacco laughed and said something to Jose that didn't Bill didn't understand, except for one word. Maricon. Faggot. Were they talking about him? "Check this shit out," said Jose, pointing to the TV screen. A white woman with short blonde hair and big tits was on her back surrounded by a gang of men, mostly black and Hispanic. She had a thick brown dick in her mouth, while another guy was pumping away at her pussy. "Yo, that's what I'm talkin' about!" exclaimed Jose. "Shit, I wish we had some pussy! I told you we needed to get a puta up in here tonight." Flacco unzipped his fly and started stroking his long thin brown cock nonchalantly. Nine inches of hot Puerto Rican sausage. Rosario laughed, "Don't mind him, gringo. Flacco can't help himself. He like to jerk off all the time. You like pussy, don't you gringo?" Jose said, "Mire, jefe. Creo que el gringito se gusta su bicho!" (Check it out, boss! I think this white boy likes your dick) Rosario: "Is that right, gringo? Jose says you like lookin' at Flacco's dick. You into guys, man? That's okay if you are. Jose hates fags, but Flaco and me, we don't got nothin' against maricones." "You think I'm gay?" asked Bill. "I'm not like that. I got a girlfriend." Bill was drunk, but not too drunk to realize he had gotten himself into a potentially bad situation. Rosario said to Jose, "See, my man ain't no maricon." Jose said, "He acts like a cocksucker, man. I say we fuck this bitch up for tryin' to play us. He just lookin' for some dick!" He pronounced that word deek. Flaco said something in Spanish that Bill couldn't translate, but it made Rosario and Jose snicker. "What did he say?" Bill asked. "Flaco says if you want to hang with us you got to pass the initiation," explained Rosario. "What kind of initiation?" Flaco said something else in Spanish. Rosario translated: "Flaco says you got to jerk of with him. He don't like to jerk off by himself. He says you should have brought yo girlfriend with you." Bill stood up and grabbed his shirt. "Look, I got to go now. My girlfriend's waiting for me." Rosario shoved Bill back down on the bed. "I think you better do what Flaco wants, gringo," he said in a low, deep voice that was not accustomed to being disobeyed. Then, Rosario reached into a drawer and pulled out a small, black long-barelled handgun. Bill's heart started racing. Now he knew he was in trouble. "Take it out," demanded Rosario. Bill hesitated and looked around nervously. Flaco and Jose were staring at him intently with evil grins. "Do it now," said Rosario, absently stroking the barrel of the gun like it was a cock in his hand. Nervously, Bill lowered his black denim jeans and pulled out a limp, shriveled, pallid cock from his white briefs. Flaco said, "Don't be a pussy, get it hard." "Yeah, get yo shit hard, hombre," said Jose. Even though he had the physique of a young boy and wore loose-fitting pants slung low on his slim hips, there was the noticeable outline of his large, man-sized cock. Bill stroked his meat but it wouldn't get hard. "I can't do it," he pleaded, on the verge of tears. "You ain't goin' nowhere, gringo, until you do it. Get it hard." "Told ya he was a faggot," said Jose. Bill fought back the tears and focused his attention on the porno flick, hoping it would get him aroused. An older Latino with a potbelly was licking the pussy of a very pretty black girl with big tits who had her face buried in another black girl's cunt. It wasn't the sort of scene that turned Bill on. He stole a glance at Rosario's firm, muscular pecs and six-pack stomach, but he was still too frightened to get hard. "Try spitting on yo dick, man," said Rosario, looking Bill dead in the eye. Bill spit into his hand and continued stroking. "No, gringo, I didn't say spit on yo hand, I said spit on yo dick. Tu bicho, tonta!" (Your dick, stupid!) Bill's mouth was dry but he managed to work up enough saliva to spit on his cock. The spittle overshot the mark and landed on his pant leg. "Otra vez," said Flaco. (Again!) Rosario said, "Do it again. Don't miss this time. Flaco wants you to spit on your fuckin' gringo dick, puta. Do it. Make Flaco happy. All you gotta do is jerk off with Flaco and you in with us tight." Bill's spittle struck his limp cock and hand, but as hard as Bill tried, he couldn't get hard. "Open your damn mouth," barked Rosario. "Wider! Yeah, like that. Keep it open." Bill did as he was told. He was leaning back on one elbow, stroking his limp white cock with the other hand through the slit of his white briefs, jeans down to ankles. His head was thrown back and his mouth gaping wide. He expected a Latin phallus shoved down his throat any second. Jose said, "Look at this white bitch. I told you he was a faggot! Flaco, don't he look like a fag to you?" Flaco, who was absently stroking his long skinny cock, muttered something in Spanish which made Rosario chuckle. "Yeah, do it, jefe," said Jose. Rosario leaned forward and slid the long barrel of his gun between's Bill's lips. "Suck it, chump," he ordered. "Suck it like your life depends on it." Bill wrapped his lips around the barrel & did exactly as he was told, while Jose went through Bill's pants pockets. Jose pulled out Bill's wallet and tossed his driver's license, credit cards and cash onto the bed. "Looks like we're getting paid tonight," said Rosario as he snatched them up. There was $53. He gave a twenty to Juan and Flaco, and pocketed the rest. Sucking on steel, colder and harder than any cock, was the hottest thing Bill had ever done. He knew if it went off, his brains would be spattered on the wall. Maybe it was the threat of death that thrilled him. Maybe it was being at the mercy of three Hispanic roughnecks sitting around him with their shirts off, robbing him at gunpoint, making him do these things against his will. Maybe it was the bulge in Rosario's white pants. Whatever it was, Bill's spit-soaked cock began to stiffen in his sweaty hand. "Yeah, you got it now, chica," snorted Rosario, pulling the barrel of his .38 out of Bill's mouth. "We never seen no gringo play with his shit before. Can't you get it harder than that? Is that you all got?" Physically, Bill towered over these thugs and his gym-trained physique was the equal of Rosario's, if not superior being taller and better cut, but Bill's thin circumcised penis stood a little less than six inches. Most of the gay men he had sex with, certainly all of his lovers, passed over Bill's inadequacy with disdain and took him in the mouth and ass like a woman. "Told you he was a fag," said Juan. "All white boys got teeny dicks," said Rosario. "That don't make him a fag." Flaco was slowly stroking his long brown cock between his long brown fingers. "I don't care if the gringo is a fag," he said, "I want to get some head. Puta, I like how you sucked that gun. Te gusta mi herramienta? Es dura como acero! Chupamelo!" (You like my hard tool? It's hard like steel. Suck it!) "You heard the man," said Rosario. "Suck his dick!" "Yeah, lo quieres chupar??? demanded Flaco. (Do you want to suck it?) Rosario grabbed Bill by the hair and pushed his face down onto Flaco's crotch. The scrawny Latino's stiff nine inches, oozing precum, pressed hard and hot against his face. Bill opened his lips and took the cock into his mouth. He felt Flaco's hands grab him by the ears, working his head up and down. Flaco worked his long, thin cock all the way down Bill's throat until the white boy gagged. Then, Flaco pulled it out almost to the head & plunged it in. Again and again he pumped his cock, all the way in and all the way out, like fucking a pussy. "Look at that faggot go!" said Jose, with perverse glee. "Fuck her face, Flaco! Fuck this little white girl!" Rosario and Jose watched with evil grins as Flaco pounded Bill in the mouth with his cock. "Awww, shit, I'm gonna cum, this bitch is makin me cum. Yaaah, keep suckin. Suck it chump or lose yo life. You wanna die on this pinga don't you bitch! Chupamelo duro!!! Tragate mi jugo!!!!" (Suck it hard! Swallow my juice!!!) "Look at him, he wants it!" laughed Rosario. "He's like a little wild animal Suck dat pinga bitch!!!" "Give it to the bitch. She wants it. Give her that dick!!!" said Juan. At that moment, Flaco grabbed Bill by the ears and flooded his mouth with hot cum, spurt after spurt shooting into Bill's sore throat. "Aww, shit, that was some good head, bitch!" said Flaco, breathing hard, pushing Bill away and zipping up his pants. "Yo, who wants to go next??" Rosario and Jose were both sporting hard-ons beneath their pants, but neither of them were interested in taking it to the next level. "Aiiiight, maricon, we done with yo ass," said Rosario. "You gotta go now, gringo." 'Let's fuck this bitch up," said Jose." "Chill, vato!" said Rosario. The three thugs led Bill downstairs. Bill was shirtless and shoeless, but they let him keep his pants. They took him to a back door and thrust him out into an alley. It was still snowing hard. Bill didn't waste any time in running home through the snow-covered streets, ignoring the stares he caught from strangers. He knew that he was lucky to get away with his life. When he walked into the house, there was his lover Marcus with the white guy he had seen him with. They were watching TV, sharing a joint. Marcus rushed over to Bill with a puzzled look of concern. "Billy, what happened to you? Are you all right???" "I got mugged!" lied Bill. There was no way he was going to tell anyone what had happened to him. "So, who's your friend? I can't believe you would bring some whore into our house!" "Hold up, man! Chill! It's not like that," said Marcus, gripping Bill's bare shoulders and searching his face for some clue as to what was going on. "Chad, this is my lover Bill. Bill, this is Chad. Chad is Leroy's lover." Leroy was one of Marcus's best friends, a down-low brother who worked with Marcus. "Leroy asked me to show Chad around until he got off work. He had to work overtime, but I thought the four of us could go out tonight." "But, I thought - " stammered Bill. "What did you think???" "Never mind," said Bill. "What's that on your face?" asked Marcus. Bill felt the dried, crusty cum on his cheek and chin. It was all over. Marcus, who would never cheat on his lover, realized at once what Bill had been up to. Marcus turned to Chad and said, "C'mon, let's get out of here." He glanced at Bill. "I'll be back tomorrow to get my shit." "But, but - !" "I don't want to hear it," snapped Marcus. "You fuckin little whore! I never thought you would do this to me! I thought I could trust you! C'mon, Chad. We're outta here!" Bill was left standing alone, barefoot, bare-chested, bereft of his dignity, $53, and the man he loved.

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Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2020 21:11:26 +0000 From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com> Subject: The Manwith the Jeep, Chapter 4 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 4 After a little while, John loosened his grip. "Well, bud, I hate to move, but it's time we got going." "Do we really have to leave?" "I'm afraid so: it will get too dark to drive back down unless we leave now." "But I like it here." John laughed. "Me too, but we aren't set for an overnight stay tonight." Andrew sighed to himself. 'So much for forever,' he mused. John got up and started to gather the remains of lunch back into the lockbox. "Still working on that sandwich?" "Yeah, I'll finish it off." Andrew reflected on what had happened. His unexpected breakdown led to one of the most intimate moments he had ever had. 'Well, I did want to get to know him better,' he thought. 'Mission definitely accomplished. Of course, I may have shown more of myself than I intended to, but John certainly stepped up to the plate with understanding and didn't seem to be phased. In fact, he seemed to revel in being supportive. That is definitely not common in my experience. In my experience, the guy goes quiet, says some platitudes, and disappears. But John asked me to be his!' "Hey Andrew! Did you grab your shoes already?" "Um, no but I can get them." "Cool. I think I've got about everything else taken care of." Andrew got up and walked back to the pool to grab his shoes and socks. Even without John standing in the middle of it, this was truly a beautiful spot. 'I definitely want to spend more time here,' Andrew thought to himself. 'Maybe John will bring me this way again.' He walked back to the old Jeep that John was already in. "Promise me we can come back here sometime." "Of that I can assure you," John said. "We will be back." Satisfied, Andrew clambered aboard and down the trail they went. When they came to the "outhouse," John pulled off the trail a little bit. "Pit stop," he said with a grin. "Good idea," said Andrew. "By the way, what's the story with this? This seems really out of place here!" "Well this was my contribution to the place actually," John said proudly. "Everyone who has owned the property has put his or her own stamp on it in some way, and this is mine. And who says you need a particular location for a nice wetroom?" "Wet room? Who calls it a wet room? I've heard bathroom, restroom, even toilet, but wet room?" "Well in my defense, there is no bath and I wouldn't say people really rest in it. And I've never liked calling a room a toilet, soÉwet room." "I see." As they walked inside, Andrew was again taken aback by the incongruity of the inside from what could be seen outside. "This is pretty incredible." "Why thank you! There is so much more to it than you can see, too." "Like what?" "Nuh uh: you will just have to wait until next time and see," answered John with a devilish grin. "For now, just do your business so we can get going." Andrew did as requested, but his curiosity had returned with a vengeance and his thoughts didn't slow down just because John told him to hurry up. All this investment and care had to have been done for more than just to avoid using an outhouse. And the finishes and attention to detail could not have been cheap to do. He just couldn't get over how nice this place was. Andrew met up with John at the sink to wash his hands. "I can't stop thinking about the mystery of this place," Andrew admitted to John as he stood at the adjacent faucet. "That makes me happy," John beamed. "I was kind of hoping it would inspire that love of mystery you have. But let's go; it's time to take your mind out of the bathroom." Andrew groaned in response. "Oh come on, you had to appreciate that one! It fit perfectly!" "Whatever, you dork!" They climbed back into the Jeep and headed down the path. John proved just as adept going downhill as he was going up, controlling the old machine as smoothly as if he were part of it. Andrew was once again captivated watching John's leg muscles bulge and relax as he worked the clutch. He loved seeing his arm muscles flex and ripple with every movement of the wheel and the shifter. He wanted nothing more than to have them in his hands, feeling their warmth and their strength under his fingers. Or to watch them flex and move above him under that sexy fur of his as theyÑ "Watcha thinkin' about over there?" John suddenly broke into his daydream. "Oh! Um, nothing," Andrew stammered. "Uh huh," said John, with a knowing smirk. There was absolutely no doubt this time: Andrew could feel the burn in his face that told him he was bright red. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're busted," John said, still smiling at him. "I don't know what you're talking about," Andrew insisted, pretending he wasn't blushing to his hairline. "That's okay, sexy, but I'm pretty sure I do." Andrew felt everything unraveling again and quickly turned his attention in the other direction, unaware that now John was finding his own difficulties concentrating. With Andrew freeballing, his rock hard cock was on clear display for John to appreciate. Oh yes, he knew what Andrew was thinking about! And now he was tooÑnot that he hadn't been all dayÉ In an effort to move on from his embarrassment, Andrew was again taking in the environment. With the different direction and deeper shadows, it was like a completely new trip from the one they had taken earlier that day. It was just as enthralling for Andrew. The forest seemed moreÉserious was maybe the right word. But his heart was still singing from lunch and being with John, so it was with a pleasing satisfaction that he watched the birds and small mammals playing in the dappled shade of the trees. They reached the little clearing at the bottom of the trail just as the afternoon was stretching itself into evening. They pulled around the last tree and Andrew could see the "old" garage nestled under the trees. John pulled up to the door and turned to Andrew. "So, Mister Boy Scout, think you can start a fire over there?" John pointed over to the middle of the clearing, where a few logs were placed in a circle around some rocks that defined a fire pit not far from a line of firewood. "I have some kindling in that box there that should help," John said, pointing to yet another lock box in the Jeep. "Jesus! Is there anything you don't have packed in these?" "There is a reason I have so many," John chuckled. "Chalk it up to years of experience, if you want." "Yeah, okayÉ" Andrew took the indicated box with him to the fire pit and began to set up for the fire. He found not just kindling in the box, but also lighter fluid and matches. Once Andrew had the kindling in place, he walked over to the wood pile, selected a few logs to burn, and arranged them in the pit. He sparked the kindling and coaxed it into actual flame. Just as the logs were starting to catch, John walked up with a small packet in his hand. "Looking good there! Maybe you actually WERE a Scout!" Andrew looked up at him. "I AM a Scout, thank you very much! Once an Eagle, always an Eagle. It doesn't expire." "My bad! I didn't know you could still be a Boy Scout once you weren't a boy. Of course, now that you're MY boy, you could be my personal Boy Scout!" "You just don't quit, do you?" "Why on earth would I do that?" "Mercy?" "Oh, that's a low blow, Fire Lighter." "I always blow low, if you want to know." "Oh, do you now?" asked John with one eyebrow cocked and a mischievous grin on his face. "Do pray tell." "Did you really just say that?" "Apparently," John laughed. Andrew loved that laugh. It wasn't chortle, or a guffaw, or a snicker. It wasn't sharp and piercing or obnoxiously loud. It was just a genuine laugh with an undercurrent of growl to it. Another perfect part of John. Not sure how that laugh made him fall off his train of thought, Andrew moved past the innuendo he was trying to cultivate and settled on admiring John again. 'This is absolutely ridiculous,' he thought to himself. 'It's like I'm that silly proverbial schoolgirl when he's around. I find myself slipping from my normal thoughts and habits in favor of just thinking about him. Not that I'm complaining at all, it's justÉdifferent.' He remembered a line from an old Disney movie: "I'm sorry, but you've thrown off the emperor's groove!" 'That perfectly describes John's affect on me. I can't seem to keep it together. But I wouldn't trade it for anything, either.' John continued. "So I brought a little something for dessert, but it's decidedly not as fancy as lunch was." "Let me guess: smores?" "Well I thought about it, but I decided that was just a little too predictable, so I settled on something else. They are called `Cinnamon Rollups.' I know you're not super big on sugar, but I took a chance." "I can't wait to try them. After that lunch, you've certainly earned some trust on my end." "I am so happy you said that, becauseÑwait, never mind. I was about to go off again, and I think I will try to give you a break for a bit on that," and John laughed again. "You are all heart." "Now who's spouting clichŽs?" "What can I say? You're inspiring!" "Hardy har har," John retorted, though he looked truly pleased. "Anyway, these are more of a nostalgia thing for me. My family would light a bonfire and all the cousins would sit around and make these." John went over to one of the logs and rolled it back to reveal yet another long metal box mostly buried underneath it. He opened it up and pulled out two long chrome bars that split into two skewers near the end. On the opposite side from the spikes, each bar had an open half sphere with a leather-wrapped handle protruding in the opposite direction. "Those look almost like rapiers," Andrew observed. "I know, right? We used to get into trouble sword fighting with them," John grinned. "My uncle Joe made them, and he was never happy about that. He beat our butts every time we did it. Which was nearly every time we had a bonfire, ha ha. He knew how to leave a good sting, that's for sure. Good times. Anyway, what they are actually intended for is cooking things in the fire without burning your hand." "What a great idea," said Andrew. "He has a lot of those. He thinks like an inventor." "Is that what he does?" "Only for fun. He makes a living as an accountant, so it makes sense that he would want to do something tangible after work. Wait until you see his house, it's got all kinds of fun stuff in it." "He sounds like a cool guy." "He is. He's inspired me to try to think outside the box about a lot of things. I know you'll like him too. But for nowÉ" John trailed off as he opened his little parcel and pulled out a package of crescent rolls and a flat container of granules. "So we pop open these rolls and wrap them around the skewers before we kind of roll them around in this sugar and cinnamon. Then we just bake them over the fire until they look right." "Crescent rolls? Really? Why not just get the cinnamon rolls and roast those?" "Because they don't stay on the stick as well," John answered. "I tried that once. It did not work at all." So they set about making their rolls and then sat next to each other rotating their spits in the fire. "You know what would also be nice?" "What's that?" "Making something that you could rest your arms on while it cooked." "I know what you mean. I'd hate to block the heat completely because then you get cold and also it makes for an obstruction around the fire, which is kind of lame, but maybe we can come up with something. Of course, there is still no solution to the smoke, but at least there is no wind tonight, so it's going straight up. That's a total bonus in my book." It was nice to hear John making plans that included both of them. Visiting his uncle and inventing things were not really short-term suggestions. And it reassured Andrew that John might not change his mind when they got back to town. "I'd like that," Andrew finally replied. John described a couple of his more memorable sword fight escapades while they finished up the treats before he abruptly stopped. "I'm sorry, I just got carried away getting all sentimental there. I hope it wasn't too boring for you." "No, it was nice." "I'm glad to hear that," John replied. "But you know what's even nicer?" "What's that?" "Being here with you. I just love it." And with that, he reached his arm around Andrew and tucked him in close to his side. Andrew let himself be taken in and rested his head against John's shoulder. "Me too," Andrew murmured happily. "Very much." They sat like that for a while just enjoying the closeness and warmth from the encroaching cool night air. It had gotten dark by this time, and the flames had died down a bit but were still casting reddish hues on everything and forming endlessly changing shapes as it crackled away. The heat it produced had dropped from furnace level to a throbbing almost sub-sensory radiance. It was absolutely wonderful. Just like the man whose solid arms were now wrapped around him. Andrew sighed to himself. Oh yes, he officially decided, he could be content with this guy. He could feel the warmth from his body, smell what must have been a light cologne or aftershave, and even somehow hear his heartbeat through his shoulder. He had been staring at him pretty much all day, so rather than moving his head from John's shoulder, he pictured that part of John's body in his head. His strong-but-not-quite-square jaw over his solid neck where it met his collarbone making that sideways vee that thrust out towards his shoulder in tandem with that thick trapezius that tapered down toward his arm from behind his neck. And just below where that vee and his neck connected was that glorious fur. God, he was stunning. John's thoughts weren't very far removed from Andrew's. He was thinking how fortunate he was to have found this kind, sexy guy who laughed at so many of his cheesy jokes. He was so unassuming and humble, it was clear he had no idea how attractive he was. His personality was so warm once you got him to open up a little bit. It was clear he had a big heart that had been battered before and was now afraid to show. John was determined to make that heart flourish in security. And Andrew had such a hot body! So lithe and toned and flawless. John loved how lean he was and his smooth perfect skin. And those captivating crystal blue eyes! He was going to keep him forever, that was for sure. He was never more certain of anything. ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Wed, 05 Aug 2020 01:03:31 +0000 From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com> Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 3 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 3 "You made it!" John cried exuberantly, "Jump in and cool off!" "I didn't bring a swimsuit or a towel," Andrew protested lamely. "That's ok, you are already wearing shorts and you brought jeans to change into, so why not? You know you want to!" "ButÉ" began Andrew dubiously. "Just take off your shirt and shoes and get in already," said John. "Don't make me come out and drag you in." "Fine! You win!" replied Andrew. He kicked off his shoes and socks and walked up to the water to stick a foot in. "Yikes! That's cold!" "Only because you are overheating from that climb, now take off that shirt and get over here," John insisted. "I want to show you something." Andrew reconsidered punching John as he removed his t-shirt and put it on top of his shoes. He shivered as he waded over to where John was waiting for him. "Now what do you want to show--" John suddenly grabbed him by the waist and hauled him over on his side and dunked him in the water. "Hey!" sputtered Andrew as he came back up. "What was that for?" "That was for taking too long," John said with twinkle in his eye. "Oh yeah?" Andrew retorted as he launched himself shoulder-first into John's stomach knocking him over into the water. "Why youÉ" sputtered John as he came back up. "I'll get you for that!" "Promises, promises," laughed Andrew as he danced out of John's reach. "Oh, I make good on every promise I make," replied John. "It's a matter of personal pride." "Well you know what they say: `pride goes before a fall.'" "Do they now? Well let's see if we can make that true!" While John was speaking, Andrew had apparently stepped on a loose rock and found himself slightly off-balance, which gave John the opening he needed and he lunged for Andrew as quick as a flash, and down they both went. As they grappled with each other, Andrew reveled in the feel of John's taut and toned muscles under his perfectly pelted skin. It was distracting enough that John was able to catch him unaware and shove him underwater more than a few times. Andrew was normally pretty competitive, but he didn't mind losing on this occasion because it meant more direct contact with his companion. He tried valiantly not to steal glances and "inadvertently" brush John's package while they played in the pool. He failed. Being this close to him was intoxicating and the heft of what was between John's legs did nothing to dissuade Andrew from his efforts. He knew without checking that he was more than half hard himself. John rewarded him for his musings with another trip below the water lineÉ They sparred, trading splashes, dunks, and topplings until they were both laughing and gasping for breath. "Now that was fun," laughed John. "I haven't had a proper water fight in years!" "Me neither," laughed Andrew as they waded back onto dry land. Andrew made it a point to keep ahead of John to try and hide his fledgling boner. "My cousins and I would play here when we were little, and it was always a good time," John said as he made his way to the Jeep. "So, your family has had this place for a while then?" "Since before even my grandparents were born, yes. Apparently, an ancestor of mine made it out West to avoid the Civil War and staked his claim here. Back in those days, you could own a property just by living on it for a while," replied John, pulling towels out of one of the lockboxes in the back of the Jeep and handing one to Andrew. "He fell in love with this area and built a little shack not too far from here. He did a lot of trapping and would work at some of the local farms. In fact, that's where he met my however-many-greats grandmother: she was the daughter of one of the farmers he worked for and they hit it off. As evidenced by the long line of family living here, I guess." While John was talking, Andrew was trying to dry off pretending not to obviously stare at the handsome man toweling himself off just a few feet away. Now that he was standing there just wearing board shorts that clung to his body, John had never looked sexier. He could clearly see from the broad thighs that John was not one to skip Leg DayÑor any other day at the gym from what he could tell. Andrew could not get enough of John's perfect fur. Rivulets of water flowed from his head down the side of his neck, and then down over those solid pecs where they marked their passage by making tracks in his chest hair. A few lines ended by dripping off his nipples, but most continued down his stomach to his shorts, around that noticeable bulge in the middle, and down until they dripped from the edge of his shorts onto his feet, where they joined the water rolling down from his legs. "That is pretty awesome actually," commented Andrew. "I don't know of many places that have stayed within a family that long." "Well it helped that my family has something of a tradition of big families, so there was always at least one who wanted to keep it," John said, laughing. His hair got lighter as he rubbed it dry with the towel, returning it to that chestnut brown on top and the more golden tones over the rest of him as the towel moved downÉ "No kidding! I can't even imagine that." "That's right," answered John. He scrubbed his shorts as dry as he could with the towel before he bent over at the waist to get his legs. "You only have two siblings, right?" "Yeah, just a sister and a little brother for me," Andrew replied, now mesmerized by John's broad back and shoulders as he watched the muscles moving to dry off his feet. "There was a time that I dreamed of being in a family that small," admitted John. "But looking back, I wouldn't trade my family for anything." "Well, like I said, I can't even imagine it." John stood up straight and draped his towel over the roll bar of the Jeep to let it dry in the warm evening air. He looked over at Andrew, who was still drying off, and chuckled. "Are you about done with that, or what?" "Yeah, almost," said Andrew, who had just barely shaken himself out of his reverie. "Good. Could you hang it next to mine when you are done?" "Of course!" "Cool," said John. "Then we can eat. I don't know about you, but I'm kind of starving." "I didn't think to bring any food," said Andrew. "I thought this was a road trip, remember?" "Not to worry," chuckled John. "I think I've got you covered." There was that humorous twinkle in his eye again, thought Andrew. "Why do I keep getting the impression that you have all these inside jokes I don't get?" "I'd have to say that it's because you are observant and smart." "What?" "And your favorite word is back for an encore!" laughed John. "You heard me. Just stick with me and you will soon be on the inside just like me, I promise." His gleam was unmistakable now. What is he up to? wondered Andrew as John grabbed yet another lockbox. "Okay, while you finish up with your slow-motion drying program, (Andrew made a face at him) I'm going to set up lunch right over here," John said, walking around to the front of the Jeep. Andrew finally finished drying himself off and was about to hang up his towel, when he suddenly remembered that he was still wearing wet underwear under his somewhat-dried-off shorts. He groaned inwardly. This just won't do. He reached for the box containing his jeans and pulled them out. He quickly shucked his wet things and pulled on his jeans. He wasn't used to freeballing, but it was better than wet shorts. Of course, anything is better than wet underwear except for wet socks according to Andrew. He stashed his wet things in "his" lockbox and put the towel in place on the roll bar. Andrew walked to the front of the Jeep to find John had laid out a classic red and white checkered tablecloth and set out an impressive spread for lunch. He had little ham canapŽs with olives on top, chicken salad and swiss croissant sandwiches, some kind of green soup (he later discovered was cucumber gazpacho), and peppermint brownies for dessert. "What is all this?" asked a surprised Andrew. "Um, it's called lunchÉ" "But it looks so fancy!" "Is that not allowed?" "I'm just surprised," admitted Andrew. "It really looks amazing!" "Well sit down and try some," said John with a welcoming sweep of his arm. "Hopefully it tastes amazing too." He dug in and wasn't sure if it was partially because he was so hungry, but he couldn't remember a better feast. "Hey, slow down there, champ!" exclaimed John. "You're going to make yourself sick if you eat that fast!" Andrew nodded and consciously slowed down to make sure he was actually chewing his food. "It's just all so delicious," he said when he had swallowed his latest bite. This is like a collection of favorites for me." "That was the idea," chuckled John. "You mean you chose all of these for me?" "I sure did." "But how did you know?" "You're not the only one who tries to be observant, joker. We've been out to eat several times now, and I pay attention to what you order. I also listen when you talk, so I have a fair idea of what you like by now. I just hope it's up to par for you." "I'm not as picky as all that, but this is incredible! Where did you find all of it? I've never been able to find restaurants that do these things this well." "I have the World Wide Web at my beck and call whenever I need it, so I just did a little digging and voila, there it all was!" "But where did you order it from?" "I didn't order anything," John replied. Andrew stopped with another canapŽ halfway to his mouth. "You mean you MADE all this?" "Dude, you're getting weird. Of course I made it!" "I had no idea at all you could cook!" "In a big family, everyone learns to cook. I happen to enjoy it. In fact, the hard part for me is not making things in bulk for the masses, so this was fun. I felt like it was more food art than real cooking." "It certainly looks like art and tastes even better. I can't believe you did this for me." Andrew's eyes started welling up with tears. "Well believe it, because I did. I wanted to give you back some of the joy you have given me." "But I haven't done anything!" "You don't have to do anything at all, you just have to be you. It is who you are that I find so amazing. Your friendly nerdy humor, your insight, your wonder, your acceptance of all kinds of people and letting them be who they are (even the strange ones), your optimismÑI love just being around you." Andrew had a lump in his throat now, so he put down his sandwich and just tried not to cry. He had never felt like he was worth much, let alone all this. And now this sweet stunning man was telling Andrew he valued him and respected him for things Andrew couldn't even see in himself. It was too much. "I'm not worth all thatÉ" Andrew started. John moved behind him and wrapped his strong arms around Andrew's shoulders drawing him close as his tears started to fall. "Yes, you absolutely are worth it, Andrew." John continued to hold him tightly as Andrew broke into sobs. What has come over me? Andrew asked himself silently. This is not me: I do not do this! Why am I crying? Now John is going to think I'm just a basket case. But I can't stop crying. This is so embarrassing! But having his arms around me feels so right!... After what seemed like forever, the sobbing subsided. Andrew felt drained and more than a little embarrassed for having completely broken down like that in front of John. He wiped the last of his tears from his eyes with the heel of his hand. "I'm sorry, John. I don't know what came over me. I don't usually put on that kind of a show. "No? What kind of show do you usually put on?" "One without waterworks, I guess," Andrew chuckled. "I honestly can't even remember the last time I cried." "Well if you can't remember when it was, then you were WAY overdue for it," replied John. "How are you feeling now?" "Good, but a little embarrassed if I'm honest." "Honesty is all I ask," said John. "I kind of feel like I weigh twenty pounds less somehow." "Yay for weight loss programs!" laughed John. Truthfully, Andrew felt better than good with John's arms still wrapped tightly around him. He would be content to stay here forever feeling the warmth emanating from John's chest against his back. Andrew could feel John's breath against his neck, and he decided there was no place he would rather be. His fears of alienating John with his emotional outburst subsided the longer they stayed like this. Maybe he hadn't freaked John out after all. "Thank you for putting up with me. I'm sure this scenario wasn't on your agenda for the evening." "No worries at all, man. I admit I wasn't expecting it, but I'm just going to take it as indication of a job well done." "A what?" "Oh come on," answered John. "You don't think I did all this for no reason, did you?" "Well, no, I guess not. In fact, that reminds me: what was the errand you brought me along for?" "Seriously? I think it is more of a mission than an errand. Or was, anyway. I wanted to spend time with you at a deeper level than we've done so far. Mission accomplished?" "Mission definitely accomplished," Andrew agreed. "Awesome." John paused for a few moments before he continued. "So, I have a question for you." "Yeah?" "Would you be open to officially being boyfriends? I am happy to just be your friend if that's all you are open to, butÑ" "Absolutely yes!" exclaimed Andrew. He covered the arms encircling him with his own in a feeble attempt to hug John from his position of sitting in front of him. "Awesome," John repeated. Andrew leaned his head back against John, and John leaned forward a little bit more to kiss the side of Andrew's neck. "I can't tell you how happy I am right now," John whispered into Andrew's ear before moving his attention back to Andrew's neck. Andrew melted even more at the contact. "Me too," he said. "But you still might be able to tell how happy I amÉ" With that, Andrew took one of John's hands and placed it over his heart so he could feel it race. "Now that you mention it, you might be able feel how mine beats for you too," said John as he pulled Andrew even tighter up against his chest. Andrew could definitely feel the pit-pat-pit-pat of John's pulse through his back. In fact, in an odd way, it felt like they were enmeshed together and were sharing the beat of one strong heart. He had never felt this close to anyone before. ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 19:35:12 +0100 From: bchaim@hotmail.com Subject: Rooms-for-Willem 2 Rooms-for-Willem 2 By Chaim from the Netherlands. bchaim@hotmail.com March 2001. Nifty: Authoritarian / Adult Youth AGGSM: t/M/ t/M/t/t bond NC This second chapter is again nearly totally fiction. Any relations to living persons are just in my mind (so not real). This story depicts act between gay people. If this is distasteful for you, stop reading! If it is illegal to read it. It is at your own risk, and so don't... do it. Save sex isn't always in the story. Do it real life! The copyright is by Chaim (c). ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You have to read rooms-for-Willem 1 first, to understand this story. Hopefully you do. ALL Comments are very welcome at: bchaim@hotmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Willem, just 18, crossed his neighbours wall. After a meeting with a strange guy... (he never saw, but told him he will be his Master) He is "forced" to do some rooms. Jan, takes over, he is a smooth man from Asia, to comfort him, and to bring him to The Rooms. Dave is his trainer, the giant, beautiful man, they met already in the first Room. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- What came after the first room... Jan took me by the hand and brought us back to our room. He smiled his big smile. I'm still naked, but don't care anymore. Jan is nice. 'Get dressed' He handled me a fresh pair of tight briefs, 'I have a big surprise for you!' I really didn't knew what he mean. I struggled to get his white briefs on, these were small, very small for me. Jan helped me to get my small teen boy dick inside, stroking my hair. 'Your next room is in two hours... have a nap' 'O.K' I laid down on our bed. Trying to relax. Jan laid naked next to me. I hugged his little strong body, drifting into a dreamless sleep. Jan shake my naked shoulders. 'Wake up, Willem, it is time!' I felt my little eager cock pressing the soft cotton of my small white briefs. Feeling Jan his soft naked cock on my warm smooth belly. He gave not a reaction. Just took my hand and lifted me from our bed. 'Before we go on, I have to ask you some questions, but you are already used to that, don't you?' 'Yes, but question are welcome by you' We both smile... 'Tell me about your class mates' 'Why?' 'Just do! Willem' 'OK, we have a study group... about 16 pupils, not very special, you know' 'No one round, who is special to you? Never jacked yourself thing of one of them?' Jan was getting to his point. 'Well, uh... I think so' 'Ruben is a great guy, he is very hairy, uh, he is really grown up for his age. I mean: We showered together, so I could see him naked. Just looked, nothing more! Just at his chest and big dick, he will not have noticed. But, trust me, Jan, never did anything with him! He is The Mister Hetero himself. He would have killed me by the idea alone. I was straight myself, before I met you.' Jan laughed loud. He stroked my smooth chest and lifted me up from our bed. We walked through the house, the cold stone floor is cold at my feet. Jan stopped at a closed door. I wanted to ask him what to expect. Jan silent me putting a finger to his beautiful lips. 'Walk in and sit on the chair in the middle of the room. No noise, just do what I told you!' I walked in, the room was dark. I found the chair hitting it. Hell this was weird. I sat down on the chair. In a flash the lights were on. Jan was standing at the door at his position, standing at attention. Next to the chair was a big double bed. I couldn't believe my eyes! Before my own eyes: Roger was there! He was spread out his wrist in leather ropes, his ankles bound to the bedposts... just wearing very tight black jockeys. Roger was blind folded. He could not see me or Jan. I looked at Jan, and he gave me one of his beautiful knowing smiles. I breathed hard. I still couldn't believe my eyes! Roger was there! My hero... taking a shower in school was hard to do: To meet his big, grown up body. Not getting a boner. To avoid showing any sexual interest. He, Roger, who came back in my dreams, late at night, at my bike driving around. Roger was in my dreams, naked, wet. I listened to his stories about getting chicks... His young chest, powerful, strong, hairy, full of black hair. Roger my dream! Strong black hair between his nipples on his pecs, the ladder from his belly button to his big cock. All the hair I miss, just having three of them between my nipples on my smooth chest. He treated me always like shit. I was always intimidated by him! He gave me names, threw my belongings on the wet floor, if they were in his way. And he shouted at me 'faggot', when I did something wrong in his eyes. Roger was always making statements about my results (mostly A, so between a good or the best). Roger... he was my, and the schools sports hero. You don't have to be gay, to have an idol. Roger is so big for his age, a real tough sportsman. My wet dream... tell you that! Girls and boys are begging for his attention. Jan spoke before I could say a thing. 'This is room three. You may NOT speak, otherwise you will be punished by Dave. You will find out his other, harsh way! You see this boy?' Of course I saw! I saw Roger! This bloke, my sport hero, nearly naked on this bed! I didn't speak as ordered. Not the fear Dave could punish me, silent me, just the sight of Roger, laying there before my eyes, powerful, Just in his tight black jockeys! Jan smiled. The door opened and Big Dave entered. Strong and big, young, blond, a beautiful giant. Just dressed in white tank top and black jogging pants. Of course he is much bigger and stronger than Roger. He is a grown up, he is the, a Real Man. Dave walked to me, putting his big hand on my head, stroking my hair. I couldn't help, but melted under his touch. I nearly spoke to him, giving a sound under his strong but tender touch, Dave silent me up, putting his big hand over my mouth. My small my cock was growing in my tight white briefs. Dave spoke to me: 'Look at our soccer friend here, he is our guest. You did a very good job this afternoon, your Master is very pleasant with my report. He, the Master, convinced our guest to come in. You have to take care of him... before I take care of you.' Dave opened his big hand close to my nose. He saw two ear plugs in his hand. 'Put them is his ears, so we can talk freely' My legs ware shaking, but I walked to the bed, putting the ear plugs into Roger his ears. I had to bent over his strong muscular body, smelling his man smell coming from his sweaty hairy arm pits. I couldn't see his eyes, but smelled also his fear, being in his bondage situation. I looked at his strong beautiful face. He didn't shave. Roger looked great, so fucking great! Dave spoke, entering my horny dream. 'Jan, do your job!' Jan went over to us, at the big bed and took Rogers ankles from his bonds, putting them to his strong chest, as he did in room 1, with me before. Roger gave a moan, but didn't fight him. I could see his muscled butt, wondering what happened. My cock was fighting its own white bondage. Looking down I saw an embarrassing wet spot at the top of my white briefs. My little cock was giving me trouble, leaking pre-cum again. Shit! Dave saw what I saw, just giving me a smile and ordered: 'Get on your knees behind him!' Of course, I obeyed his authoritarian voice. I dropped to my knees in front of Rogers butt. Looking direct into his ass, covered by his tight black jockeys. Dave shoved them down. In a flash I was just some inches from his naked butt. His butt, his crack was shaved! I couldn't believe my eyes. Big Dave was standing now very close to us. He stroked my naked back with his soft pants. A shiver went through my spine. 'Boy, Spit!' I didn't know what to do... spit on Roger? To spit on the ass of my soccer hero? Of course I understood, I understood these were the most bizarre hours of my young life. Being a virgin, a closet gay of just 18 years old. In a way a kid. I accept the training... I accepted Jan and Dave. But this? Hell! Dave pushed my head, whispering 'Do it!' I couldn't help myself. Obeyed and spit into the crack of Roger his beautiful now, smooth ass. Dave his strong hand pushed my head forward. 'Again' I obeyed his hand and voice. 'Lick' I never thought about such a thing in my entire young life, but did. Eager, I bent and started to lick, licking my hero. Licking Roger in his crack. The soft flesh of his ass opened for my tongue. To tongue another guys ass! I expected, filth, a bad smell, but his smell was bitter, but so nice! I heard Roger groan... My cock is now bigger and bigger. I feel a mounting excitement. The pressure hurts... there is no way out. Wouldn't dare to take it out myself. It leaks tons of pre cum. I nearly came in my tight white briefs. Doing him, Roger... fucking him with my tongue. I just moaned with pleasure. Dave took my hair, bringing me back to reality. 'O.K. my little sport, stand up!' I did, trembling of excitement. Dave stroked my wet briefs. 'Get them off!' In a flash I was stark naked. My little strong teen cock, free from its white cotton prison was slapping my belly. Pointing at my belly button. Dave took my cock and brought it to the very wet ass of Roger... I couldn't believe it. I, Willem, will fuck him... Roger? 'Feel and enjoy!', Dave said. I couldn't help myself. Dave covered my eager dick with a condom. He coated my cock real well,, he squeezed a great amount of lube on my now condom covered dick. I was afraid I would cum, just feeling his little strong fingers. Jan pushed me towards the beautiful strong ass of Roger. My tip entered. I pushed slowly, Dave pushed my butt, but he, Roger closed. I knew he couldn't hear me. I slapped his ass... The sound filled the room. Feeling all the frustration of the last two years. Dave stroked my hair. 'Slowly boy, take your time' I pushed again but got no further. My first fuck will end in a disaster. Dave took my slim hips. 'Take him, he is yours!' Pushing me inside. I drove into him... just a inch or so. 'Go on, you can do it! Fuck the guy' Dave whispered in my ear, stroking my smooth butt. In a flash I see Jan walking to Roger his head, taking off his blinds. Taking out his ear plugs. Jan strokes head, taking away the sweat dripping now of his forehead. Roger is lifting his head, as far as possible, his hands are still secured above his beautiful head. 'YOU!' 'Oh, please' 'Let me in, god dam mid!!!' The only reaction I could give. I pushed again, and this time he let me in. My whole little cock head entered him! Roger gasped. He was fighting me again! 'You?' Roger groaned. 'Yep, me!' I pushed harder and he accepted me. I broke the rules and stroked his chest, his nipples, pushing in more! 'You feel wonderful Roger, you are my first wonderful fuck... O, man, give your ass to me' Inch by inch my cock went into his warm ass. I pushed, Dave pushed my naked butt, with his freed hands now. Gliding in him, all the way! It and I felt great! I felt Dave his big hands, spreading my butt. A finger was pushing... Demanding to enter. 'Oh fuck...' I tried to relax. Feeling Dave his little finger entering my virgin ass. Dave finger fucked me the way I fucked Roger. I drove into Roger faster and faster 'Fuck me, Willem!' Roger whispered. 'Beg for it!' 'Please, Willem, fuck me, I want you so bad!' Rogers voice is loud now! Those words drove me wild. My young smooth body shaked, a finger up my ass and my little cock inside my hero! I couldn't stand any longer. I let myself go... deep down into Roger, giving him all the cum I had into my little balls. Pushing Dave's finger out... Not thinking, Just fucking... I spilled all my sperm into his beautiful strong body Roger his body is shaking. I stroke his bound body. His nipples on his strong chest. I see a fight... He, Roger is also horny as hell. His big cock is fighting the cotton of his black briefs. His body shakes. I see his jockeys becoming wet of his own cum. Roger is coming! Dave pushes my head down to Roger his soaking wet jockeys, I start to lick... No order was needed. Just licked. Big Dave stroked my smooth body. My butt, my back, my body. 'You did well, my boy'. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Will be continued (if you like) All suggestions are welcome! Thanks Chaim bchaim@hotmail.com

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Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 10:30:47 -0400 From: "Richard (writing from home)" Subject: Fantasy Realized He had shaggy hair, a weak chin and features that would look boyish even when he was a old man. A plain white long-sleeved dress shirt, jeans and sandals (I have a fetish for this outfit although I prefer old-fashioned sneakers, he wore sandals today because they were easily removed). As I turned the key in my front door's lock I turned to him. "You can still change your mind if you don't feel ready yet. We can do it another time. Otherwise you become my slave as soon as we enter and the door closes." "I - I've wanted to do this for so long ... Please could we just go in." His voice was barely above a whisper. I kissed him lightly on the forehead and opened the door. We'd met and talked several times. I had little bondage experience, he none. Finally he felt as though he knew me enough to trust me. Our scene would be simple and very light. Few words. No titles. Hopefully we'd get fancier on future dates. I went directly to the couch in the center of the room and sat down. My voice dropped as I told him, "Come stand in front of me. Keep your eyes at my feet." I let him stand there a bit. I was pretty sure I detected a couple of barely suppressed shivers. Whether from excitement or fear I couldn't tell. Probably he couldn't either. Time to get started. "Step out of your sandals, then take off your t-shirt." That done he started to fidget. "Take off your jeans, then keep your hands together behind your back." Now nude he was blushing more than a little. He was even thinner than I'd realized. Scrawny was the word. I'd always been turned on by frail guys. They make me feel protective and strong. Nothing had seemed more arousing. But his submission was raising it to a new intensity. "Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to me." He had already been pretty near so this was the work of a few moments. "Look me in the eyes." Ordinarily sharpness and clarity of his eyes made him seem enormously intelligent and capable. Now apprehension and bafflement made him look more like a child even though he, like myself was in his mid-40s. It sent a strong jolt of some kind of euphoria through me. The whole world seem condensed and concentrated in his vulnerability. Now to the next stage in our script. "To show your complete submission you will pick up each of my hands, the right hand first and kiss each knuckle." His hands trembled just a little he kissed four knuckles on each hand. Not knowing what to do he looked at the floor. Putting a couple of fingers underneath his chin I turned his eyes back to mine. "My thumbs have knuckles as well. I told you to kiss each knuckle. Since you did not obey me I have no choice but to punish you to insure that you don't repeat your error." "Come around to my right side and stretch yourself across my lap." When he was in place I place my left hand gently but firmly against the back of his neck. "I have ten knuckles so you'll get ten across your backside." My hand - I hoped - came down came down just hard enough to cause a sharp sting. His soft whimper made it clear that he felt it but that it didn't hurt any worse than we'd agreed upon. Checking my watch I put about 30 seconds between each slap wanting to draw it out without letting things drag. I'd gotten more aroused than I expected: didn't want to stop slapping and wanted to slap harder. But we'd agreed how far things would go the firs time and I knew I'd feel like scum if I broke his trust. So I shoved him off my lap onto the floor. "Get back on your hands and knees on the floor." When he did I stood up and grabbed a handful of his hair as a leash. I gave it a tug. "Come." It was a little awkward as bent slightly I led him to the bedroom. "On the bed on your back." I picked up a pair of padded cuffs and wrapped them though the brass bars of the head of the bed. I took one hand then another and locked them in place. Since he was in physical bondage I looked closely at him to see how he was taking it. I knew that as badly as he wanted to try this it had taken a big leap for him to trust me. He didn't seem to even see me. It was as if finally living out years of dreaming had so exalted him that the outside world, even me had vanished from his awareness. Next came blindfolds. What I'd bought looked something like the ones you sometimes see rich people wearing in old movies to help themselves sleep. They were easy to put on and comfortable. I heard a startled "Oh!" as I think he came back to earth. Then I stripped. I'd had an erection from the moment he was first on his knees. I'd barely noticed it before being wholly absorbed in his submission. I started pinching him: ear lobes, nipples, the spaces between his fingers and toes. Then I tugged on his crotch hair. Always just enough to cause the beginning of pain but no more. My hands wandered around at no pattern and he'd jerk just a little with an occasional moan of pain. For a time I focused on his fore skin and balls. His strongest fantasies and biggest fears were of genital torture. It took very little to induce a shudder. Testing and stretching limits would be for a later day. It hadn't really been very long but I knew the time was coming to finish. I brushed my finger tips and the back of my hand along his cock. He told me he'd almost never had an orgasm so I expected it might take some work to get him off. I'd barely started when his back arched and the semen started spurting out. I new a guy who claimed he could come just by fantasizing but never asked him to prove it. This was pretty close to that. It was what was going on in his head that brought him off moreso than my fingers. As soon as he'd stopped I removed the cuffs, gag and blindfold. He was murmuring incoherently. While I couldn't make out the words I knew what he was saying: the incredible fulfillment of a fantasy realized. I kissed him, slid into the bed beside him, he curled up, put his head on my chest and rubbed his cheek against my chest hairs. Very quickly he nodded off. My own orgasm would come a later when he awoke. Richard Evans Lee - http://www.livejournal.com/users/richardevanslee

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Date: Mon, 03 Dec 2001 07:59:29 +0800 From: Terry Davis Subject: Club Rendezvous The following contains same-sex situations. Reader discretion is advised. All work is copyright of author in his own name. No reproduction without author's written permission is permitted. -spooky Club Rendezvous Dancing in the club with two girls when one of the staff dances over to me, takes my arm and pulls me to a corner. He moves close, presses his body against mine in that casual sort of way as he leans in and speaks in my ear so i can hear him above the music. He tells me he wants to dance with me as his lips brush my ear.. Tells me he's straight but wants to dance with me. Meanwhile one hand is on my waist, pulling me closer to him as he grinds a rhythm against my pelvis with his hips.. his other hand burning a path up my thigh.. "You know how to move," words burning into my senses, mixing with the music, as his tongue sears a path along my earlobe, his teeth gently biting.. The song switches, the tempo speeds up. His hips gyrate in rhythm with the song, his hand on the small of my back to haul me closer to him. Sliding his hand down to my ass as his other hand slides between us.. My breath catching in my throat as he begins to rub me, massaging me in a skilled way that speaks of practice. He tells me again that he's straight, he just feels like dancing with me. Both hands slide to my ass as his leg slips between mine.. He grinds against me, pulling me closer so that i'm riding his leg in rhythm to the music.. He trails his tongue down my neck, nips at my flesh with his teeth. My crotch rubbing against his leg, his hands rubbing and squeezing my ass. As the song once again switches, he pulls away, leaving me aroused, confused, breathless. He motions for me to follow him and moves off the dance floor, into the shadows. I follow as the music pounds around me, my body swaying unsteadily with vodka and desire. I join him in the dark corner, away from the dancing, drinking masses, away from public eye. His hands on my hips, pulling me to him, his tongue teasing my lips as he backs me against the wall. His mouth possesses my own as one hand slides to my ass, the other slides between us to unzip the vinyl in which i'm clad. A moan escapes my lips, drowned out by the music, as i feel his hands on my bare flesh, touching and caressing. He breaks the kiss, his lips to my ear now. Chuckles as he slides a condom onto me, whispers the word "faggot" in my ear as he grinds his pelvis against my hip. Pulls away for a moment, and i make out in the darkness that he's sliding one onto his own erection. He turns me to face the wall, his hand sliding down the front of my pants, his crotch pressed hard against my ass. His lips are burning paths along my earlobe, down the side of my neck, as he begins to stroke me. My hands against the wall, the music masking my moan, I press back hard against him, feeling him simulate the motions of fucking me. He whispers yet again that he's straight, but that he would fuck my pretty faggot ass anytime. His other hand slides into my pants as he strokes my cock to rub my balls, his own erection pressed hard against my ass, thrusting against it, fucking it through my clothing. He suddenly pulls away from me, grabs my arm and pulls me to a small hallway near us. He guides me up a small set of stairs, to a door marked 'Employees Only'. Opens the door, shoves me into a small, unlit room. He closes the door behind him as he enters, then crosses to me. Grabs me by the hair and kisses me hard, then turns me to face the wall. A soft groan from him as he pushes me against the wall, presses his body against my own. His hands slide up to my hips and he pushes my pants down, exposing me, exposing my ass to his erection. He begins to stroke my cock, his other hand rubbing my balls, as he presses his erection against my ass, rubbing up and down, his hips gyrating against me, searing my flesh with desire. He's fucking me without penetration, his cock sliding up and down, between my ass cheeks, his hands stroking and rubbing and bringing me closer to ecstasy. I want him to claim me as his own; I've wanted him from the moment he approached me on the dance floor.. His thrusts become faster, harder, as his hands work magic on my throbbing cock. I moan, the sound echoing in the small, dark room, as he squeezes my balls tight in his hand. A final, hard thrust, and he's groaning, his body tight against mine, his cock shuddering against my ass. His hand squeezes my balls tighter, harder, as he jerks my cock and groans the words 'faggot' and 'bitch' in my ear. With a moan, I explode, my cum filling the condom, my body arching against his hands. He strokes me, long slow strokes, his hands massaging my balls, drawing every drop from me. He then whispers in my ear, his teeth nipping my earlobe, "Remember, bitch boy, I'm straight. I just like to fuck pretty little faggots like you.." He laughs, pulls away to remove the condom from his cock and button his jeans. He tosses the condom in a trash can as he heads for the door. Light momentarily fills the room as he opens the door and exits; it shuts behind him, and I'm alone in the dark.

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 18:31:09 +0100 From: K9 Canine Subject: Puppet of his master (m/m mc sci-fi robot) Puppet of his master (m/m mc sci-fi robot) Dogslife (k9canine@hotpop.com) "Wake." I heard the voice and opened my eyes, feeling very strange and distant. I try to blink my eyes, but nothing happened. Two men were standing in front of me: one tall, blond and good-looking, the other shorter, dark-haired and quite attractive. "Where am I?" Well, that's what I tried to say, but nothing came out. I tried to raise a hand to attract the men's attention, but nothing happened. "You will see that the subject is completely paralysed at the moment," said the blond man, "I have finally perfected my brain control techniques: a combination of drugs and a deep form of hypnosis more similar to programming than anything tried before." The shorter man waved his hand in front of my face. Panic was beginning to rise within me at the situation I found myself in and I was desperate to try and make some movement or sound as the shorter man began to poke and prod me, ending up with a twist of my balls. I felt the pain all right, but I could do absolutely nothing about it. I was standing up. As far as my peripheral vision went, I seemed to be in some type of cubicle, but I had absolutely no idea where it was or how I had come to be there. "Impressive," said the shorter man, "but an immobile body doesn't really prove anything." The blond man sighed. "Okay." He turned towards me. "Take two steps forward." My legs moved of their own accord, I had nothing to do with it, I was beginning to feel as if I were trapped within my own body. I came to a halt, suddenly aware that I was wearing a pair of briefs and glad that at least I hadn't been humiliated by being naked as well. My steps took me close to the dark-haired man. "I control everything he does. Everything. Kiss him." The last was an instruction to me. I leaned forward slightly until my lips made contact with those of the dark-haired man. For the first time since waking up, here was something I felt okay about, even though I was not even controlling it. He grabbed the back of my head (my arms were still by my sides) and kissed back, exploring with his tongue. "Stop kissing." I pulled back immediately from the man, even though I could have happily continued. "Hey, not fair!" The blond man chuckled. "He's my toy, Ryan. I get to play with him first." Ryan smiled at this. The blond man continued. "Watch this... Piss yourself." My god, he controlled my bladder! Without any chance to stop it, piss began gushing out of my cock, soaking the briefs and running down my legs. "Connor..." Connor held up his hand. "It gets better. Shit yourself -- and don't stop until your bowels are empty." I wish I could have run away or blushed or anything. But all I could do was stand there as my arse opened and my briefs began to fill with soft, warm shit. My piss flow finally slowed to a trickle but it took a good few minutes for me to stop shitting myself. My briefs hung low, filled as they were with the mess. I was completely humiliated, both by the mess and my inability to stop this happening to me. "Complete control, see? I can have him crying like a baby or doing anything I want. Forget the old hypnosis thing about not being able to make someone do what they don't want to. My method gives me total control." "I'm impressed. But can we do something about this smell?" "Sleep." My eyes closed. * "Wake." I opened my eyes again and saw Ryan and Connor watching me. Something felt different. I realised that I was covered from head to toe in a very thin, lightweight, skin-tight suit. "This is the final part of my project. This suit has the ability to pick up the wearer's thoughts and use them to realign itself to an appropriate shape and texture." Ryan was staring at me thoughtfully. All I could do was scream inside -- nothing I tried to do would release me from Connor's control. "Watch." Connor looked me in the eye. "Dog mode." I could feel myself shrinking away inside, my feelings and thoughts becoming unclear. I sank to my hands and feet. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of my fur-covered legs. I winced inside as I felt pressure at my arse and then something push its way in. "Wow! I can't believe the way the suit developed fur. Shame you couldn't get it to grow a tail as well instead of sticking one up his arse." I could hear the words but they no longer seemed to make much sense. Only in a tiny corner of my mind could I cry out that this was not right, everything else about was rearranging the worlds into smells, black and white vision and simple instructions. Connor lifted one of my hands (paws? I was confused about who or what I was). "Not just fur, Ryan. It even simulates paws." Connor stroked my back. Now that felt right. I looked up at my master and let out a short bark. He stroked my head. "You want to go for a walk? Well, I guess a short one wouldn't hurt us. You up for it, Ryan?" Ryan hesitated. "Well, I guess it is quiet in the grounds." "No-one will see us if we go out for five minutes," murmured Connor as he fastened a collar round my neck. "And he looks enough like a dog if they do." He clipped a lead onto the collar and set off, with me instinctively knowing to follow just behind him. The voice at the back of my mind arguing against this was growing quieter and more distant. I barked again and wagged my tail. "Quiet." A door off the room led directly to the grounds and Ryan and Connor walked slightly ahead of me. "This is kind of weird." "Stop worrying, Ryan. Oh, look. Spike must have got out from the farm." We stopped as a large, friendly-looking Alsatian approached. It came behind me and I paused as it sniffed at my arse and crotch. I then turned round and returned the favour, noting that his cock was partially erect. My cock began to stir as well -- this was a fine specimen of doghood. I growled very softly in my throat, as the Alsatian licked my face. I felt my collar being tugged. I pulled back against it, but was yanked away. "Somebody's getting randy, I think. Another time perhaps, but not right now." After some initial resistance, I allowed myself to be lead back inside. The tail was pulled out of my arse. "Human mode." I rose slowly to my feet and felt the fur fade away and my thoughts and sense return. My initial feelings were revulsion -- how could I have sniffed at the dog's arse like that? How could I have allowed myself to become aroused? I stopped, as Ryan and Connor spoke quietly on the other side of the room. My cock was still half erect and was actually growing. Amidst my humiliation, could it be that I was actually becoming turned on by being controlled? Could I grow to enjoy it? Well, there were much less good-looking people to be attracted to than Connor. I felt my cock strain within its covering. Connor glanced over and shook his head. "A couple of bugs to iron out, I think. End arousal." My cock immediately went flaccid. I could only feel those feelings inside now, not even in my cock. Connor and Ryan returned. "It'll work." Ryan grinned. "Okay, so it's a bit of a strange fetish, but I like the idea." He looked me in the eye. "Robot mode." Again my thoughts and feelings faded away until I could barely feel myself there. Replacing them were cold, analytical thoughts, programs, algorithms. I noticed without any feeling that my suit had turned silver. "Turn and face the mirror." I followed Connor's instructions and saw a handsome, well-defined, silver robot, functioning well and ready to serve its masters. "Turn back and bend over." With slightly stiff movements, I turned back and bent at the middle. My true self seemed just a minor programming aberration. My program was to serve. "Lift your head and open your mouth." I did so and saw Ryan unzip his trousers, lower them and his white briefs and place his cock in my mouth. "Oral pleasure mode." Under the control of my central processing unit, I began to suck gently on his length, while my tongue explored it. I heard a soft moan, as his hands grasped my metallic head. Then I again felt pressure at my arse. "Anal pleasure mode." My programming instructed me to relax that orifice and I felt Connor's large cock push its way inside. My programming recognised pleasure, but only as an archaic sense that humans enjoyed. My robot alternative was satisfaction at my programming working well in serving these two men. Both men began pumping into my anal and oral orifices, arousing themselves more and more, and completing my programming needs. I sensed that both men were close to release and tightened both my orifices to make the experience more pleasurable for them. After precisely one minute thirty-eight seconds, they withdrew almost instantaneously. My hearing sensors detected sounds which led me to believe that my service had been satisfactory. "Stand up." I straightened back up to standard position number one, my CPU aware of low-level system checks, but otherwise satisfied to wait. "Human mode." Like a jolt of electricity my sense of self returned, as my skinsuit faded back to its basic shade. For a few seconds I raged at the indignities being heaped on me and then I paused. Actually, I had really enjoyed being fucked in my mouth and arse. In fact, I was already beginning to adjust to the thought of being Connor and Ryan's puppet. Somehow, losing control of my life seemed less important than I might have believed before. "Step back into your booth." I stepped back. "Attach yourself to the umbilical." I pushed myself back until a thick tube slotted into my arse. "Umbilical?" "Yeah, Ryan, I thought it would be a good idea if our puppet didn't need to eat or drink. The tubes in the umbilical provide all his needs and take waste products away." Ryan nodded. "Saves a lot of messing about, I guess." As I felt the gentle vibration of the tube in my arse, with things being added to and taken from my body, I wondered if this could turn out to be the best thing that had ever happened to me. "Sleep."

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Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 12:26:27 EDT From: Slavecrw@aol.com Subject: All The Right Moves All normal notices, disclaimers and warnings apply. What follows is a true story among two consenting adults who enjoy the world of bondage. Comments are welcome slavecrw@aol.com All the Right Moves First let me tell you a little about me. My name is Mike Black. I am 43, 6'3", 175 lbs, do some work as an athletic trainer and have the body to prove it. I have short salt and pepper hair and a moustache, a nice covering of body hair on my chest and belly, shaved nut sack and ass crack and a thick 7.5" cut cock. I am bi-sexual but prefer time with other guys, especially guys who like to be guys and be with guys. I also like to walk on the dark side some and play a little in the bondage arena. I live in a small mid western city with conservative values and little opportunity to meet the type of man I am looking for ..... so any resource is utilized. I had recently discovered the wonders of Internet dating, but with limited success. Again, my location fails me. But I had posted an ad on one site that was specific for bondage and discipline. I was surprised to one day get an email from the site, that an ad had been posted by someone in my town. I mean I got posting notices all the time, but never someone in my State, let alone my town. So I checked out the ad.... (Risky74u) 37 yr old male, 6', dark hair and eye, defined body, average endowment, fit body .... looking for the same..... could be a dominant top or a sub pussyboy, would like to be controlled by a daddy and maybe try out a rack. "Wants to know he is with a man". I about shit my pants, I mean.... it said lives three miles away. I immediately responded to the ad and then waited in anticipation. I knew it was probably a sham, probably a 60 yr old fat, fart who likes to wear panty hose. A day later, I got a reply, he had checked out my ad and was interested...... so I wrote back and over a course of a couple of days we started chatting online. I posed that maybe we knew each other, I mean a small town with just a couple of gyms and we both worked out..... so I let down my cover a little and told him I trained at three clubs in town (we have a total of 5), said maybe we had crossed paths. He wrote back he did not think so.... but it was possible. Turned out he does work out at one of the clubs where I train and he tells me he will be there the next day on his lunch hour if I want to come and scope him out..... I am like, wow, but as luck would have it, I was scheduled with a client at another club. I wrote back I would not be able to make it, but told him that I would be teaching a class at his club the next night if he wanted to sneak into the gym and scope me out..... easy for him to do and I would know none the less. I did not hear any more until the next night after class. He had to work late and did not make it by during class, but had been there at lunch and checked out the class schedule.... said he knew my name was Mike and that he was certain we had not met, but he heard several of the ladies at the club talk about me, my class, my looks and my body. I was a little embarrassed, but he said he defiantly wanted to meet me. Asked if I would be willing to do a blind date, public place kind of thing. I wrote back YES and we started plotting for Friday night at a local Bookstore/Coffeehouse/Gallery. Said his nickname was Wes. Friday comes and the butterflies come with it. I try to stay busy and not think about the date.... but every now and then it pops into my head. I had just finished lunch when I got an email from one of the clubs that there were some problems with the equipment for a class I was scheduled to teach on Sunday evening, could I possibly stop by Friday afternoon and check things out. Well, I needed to go to the bank and the market, "so lets go do all this now", I said to myself. Off I went. As I pulled up at the club I decided I would only be there a few minutes, no reason to fight the free parking lot for a space, there was a meter right out front. As I parked I noticed a really cute guy get out of the car in front of mine and dart into the gym. I was not even thinking, I looked at my clock, 1:15 PM, and it hit me like a ton of bricks that could be him. No, I thought you mind is playing with you...... Well this club has one of those ID card systems where you swipe your card, if you are good, your picture and name pops up and the attendant opens the door. So as I walk in I look at the monitor and before I swipe I check who had just gone in.......Wesley White. Oh shit. It is him. I am shaking as I walk to the gym. I check out what I need to and thought I bet he is still in the locker room. I will walk in and check him out, maybe holler Hi, but not engage in conversation and certainly not make myself known. I walk thru the trainers door into the locker room. My locker is the first one.... and there he is right next to my locker, bent over looking the other way, pants around his ankle, baby blue briefs clinging his tight little ass. It took my breath away. I walk up and start keying my lock, he absently moves forward without looking. I say "Your OK, Wes, you are not in my way". He looks up and see's me with a strange look on his face. I smiled and opened my locker and quietly asked if he was busy later.......... he responded "Yes" in a real strange way. I looked over and started to walk away and then turned and said "See you later, buddy". I just about ran out of the club. I knew I had errands to run, but I had to be home by 2:15 when he said he would email me with final plans for our meeting. I walked in to my house at 2:05. I logged on to AOL and there he was sitting in my buddy list just looking at me.... he was home..... I had mail from him.... just a subject, no text : "So you thought you'd surprise me........" I mailed him back and tried to quickly explain what had happened. Hoped he was OK with it and was still planning on meeting me...... the silence was deafening, no reply, I could tell he was not even reading my mail message............. I start to panic, he was still sitting there on my buddy list so I take a chance and send an IM.... "I am sorry if I startled you!" I get a reply back, "hey, your cute, are we meeting later, I have been busy fixing lunch..... call me later" and he gives me his phone number. I waited a while and then called. He sounded really nice, upbeat, fun. We had a nice conversation. He laughed that I looked as startled in the locker room as he must have. He knew it was me right away since I was dressed all in black. We decided to forego the coffee shop and I invited him to my place that evening. We agreed on 7:15. Right on the nose of 7:15 my door bell rings and there he stands, the most adorable thing I have seen up front in a long time. He looks down and says, "May I come in sir?". I respond yes boy and in he comes. As soon as the door is locked, I have his arms behind his back and rope around his wrists to restrain him. A small gasp comes from his throat. I walk him to a couch, sit him down and untie him telling him to make himself comfortable. He takes off his jacket and rests his foot on the base of a new St. Andrews Cross I had built last summer with the help of a friend. I tell him to take it easy, he will be spending a lot of time on the cross. After a little ice breaking conversation I told Wes I want to see what I am getting and direct him to stand in front of me and strip....... my turn to gasp, a nicely defined chest and a flat belly .... followed by a nice thick 7" cock with a nice set of balls, bound in a cock ring.... nice thin thighs to hold it all up. Really the only body hair was around his cock, balls nice and smooth from being shaved. I knew he had some piercing from his ad, but saw none, turns out his nipples and his cock were pierced, but it knew I was not into it and so he was not wearing any jewelry. I played with his cock and then added a second cock ring and attached to by chain to a dog collar I put around his neck. A pull on the chain and his hard cock just bounced..... I reached down and got ankle and wrist restraints and placed them accordingly..... I then walked around to check him out.... nice smooth back, beautiful mounds of ass and a crack as clean and sweet as they come..... I unbutton my shirt and lean my hairy chest into his back, again a gasp from him as I start to nibble along his neck and reach around and play with his cock. I drop down to my knees and have go through a series of training stretches that bend him forward and spreads his ass cheeks. My tongue slides easily into the crack of his ass as his cheeks part as he leans over even more. He had told me he fantasied about being worked over by one of the trainers, I was making his dream come true as my tongue moved in and out, up and down..... I stood back up and move back in front of him, standing there bare chested, for the first time he see's my hair covered pecs, his eyes go bright and his hand goes to his cock. I bat it away, "Not yet boy, you play with that when I tell you to....." I reach over and put two throw pillows at my feet and ask him"Know what those are for"? He responds by dropping to his knee's in front of me...... I start to unbutton my black 501's and they drop down to my thighs. There I stand in black boxer shorts, 501's around my knee's and cowboy boots. I pull his face towards my crotch and tell him to read my shorts..... Around the waist band is printed "Don't Panic".... and he reads it.... Down my left leg it states "I'm hear about the blow job". With that he tugs my shorts down and my hard 7.5" cock moves to his lips. In one fast gulp he swallows me whole. My boy knows how to suck cock. We both start to moan as he moves up and down on my shaft. His hand again moves to his cock and I kick it away..... I pull away and tell my boy to take off my boots and jeans, and he does, reaching for my cock at every chance....... Now totally naked I walk back over to my boy, pull his head towards me and start to face fuck him. A nice slow pace of moving in and out, him moving up and down on my cock. I slowly start to move closer forcing him to bend backwards..... I reach and hold him as he falls back on to my cross, my rack. I quickly fasten the restraints to the clip hooks on the four corners of the X. Now fully bound I want more. I take the rope and tie each restraint a second time, creating a box with an X. I pull the rope down and around his cock and balls and then back up and tie it off around his neck. My boy is now totally bound and totally mine. I reached for a blind fold and pulled it over his head. Now for the fun to begin. For the next hour, I alternated stretches of sensory pleasure torture, use of a light feather, a luffa sponge, drips of warm water...... all over his stretched body..... there were times when I would silently walk away, never leaving the room, but letting him be bound in silence and darkness.... watching his cock twitch and pulse..... soften a bit and then get rock hard. His nuts filling up with sweet cream. I also took pictures with my digital camera to memorialize the evening. After about an hour I slid down to the floor and started to lick and suck on his cock. Nice slow movements with my warm mouth. He was rock hard in a second and dripping sweet dick juice. I started to move my tongue action up his body across his belly to his chest and his sensitive nipples. I started to suck and lightly bite. I could feel his cock jumping and leaking on my leg. I continued on up and found his mouth and stuck my tongue deep into his throat, he responded with his own and we suck each others mouths .... all my body weight now on him and the cross, creating that much more tension and resistance. I started move my body further up.... lifting my chest to his mouth and he sucked on my nipple. I moved further up and eventually put my cock back in his warm mouth and started to slowly face fuck my pussy boy..... moans and gurgles come from his throat as I started to unload my pent up load into him.... but stopping just short of going over the top....... I pulled out and removed the blind fold, once he adjusted to the light he laid there and looked up at me, both our bodied glistening from a mixtures of sweat spit and dick juice. My boy, Wes, said his left hand was getting numb. I quickly released the left restraint and massaged his arm, hand and fingers, feeling the warmth come back. I placed his hand on his dick and added a squirt of lube. "Boy, beat off for your daddy" I said. I stood back over top of him and started to pull on my full meat as he start to pump his cock into his balls. I felt it coming close for both of us.... as he started to gasp, I knelt down over his chest, feeling the rhythm of his hand...... and then warm squirts of cum out of his cock onto his belly, my ass and my back. It as too much for me as my balls flooded over and I pumped a load of cum on to this chest and neck. I leaned down and kissed my boy and again laid on top of his warm wet body. We laid in silence for probably 5 minutes, just the sound of our breathing in the room. I slowly released his right hand and his feet and helped my spent boy wobbly to his feet. He fell into me, kissed me and said it as wonderful. I led my boy to the bathroom so he could clean up self up and take that much needed post cum piss. He came back and asked if we could do it again soon. Of course I said, just let me know when. "Maybe next time" he said, "you'll be the one on the bottom". "Maybe so boy, Maybe so...." was my sole reply.

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Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 21:11:11 +0000 From: jamie free Subject: maid service *** Phew, I've got to go get some relief after this story - hope it does that for you too! Love to hear from you, email me at charlie_4u@hotmail.com *** I imagine we all have our little fantasies, favorite ideas and images of sex play... A favorite fantasy of mine happens to be that of providing "maid service," and I've been lucky enough to have been able to find some "clients" for my service in real life this last year. It's been fun, and pretty damn hot at times, so I thought you, dear reader, might enjoy hearing about my moonlighting career as a maid. Yes, a maid; I go to my clients house or apartment dressed conventionally enough, but underneath my jeans I'm wearing a thong, and I have a black frilly French maid type apron to wear with my thong when I work; otherwise, it's bare feet and bare assed I go about the house. I bring a bucket of "cleaning supplies" in to my jobs, in which I keep my apron, which I change into once in the house, and a stash of KY lube, condoms and a selection of dildos and other sex toys. I'm a married guy in his 40s, decent looking, manly, 6' 185lbs and well built. I have a sensitive and eager mouth and a smooth round ass that my clients seem to enjoy very much! I'd had some man sex when younger, before getting married, and then had gone without for many years; too many! In the last couple of years I began exploring sex with men sites on the Internet, and branched out from there. I met a couple guys, had a couple of meetings, which were great, and then got to emailing with another guy. Somehow one day when we were chatting live this little maid thing of mine came up, and Jack loved it. He urged me to act it out, with him of course, and I thought why not? Jack lived in a village in the countryside south of me, and one Sunday afternoon I drove down there, with my bucket of supplies I'd assembled and kept hidden in my garage. It was a 45 minute drive, and as I drove through the countryside I was feeling both very horny, and quite amused with myself; after all, what would the other people on the road think if they'd known where I was going?! By the time I got there I was quite nervous and excited. I pulled into the driveway of Jack's old Victorian era house and parking my truck walked up to the front door, bucket in hand. Jack stepped out to greet me, smiling wickedly and asking, "Ace Cleaners?" I laughed excitedly, and thought how I liked the look of Jack's big burly build, and the yummy looking bulge in his jeans. I don't mind'em a little chubby, as long as they have a nice fat cock too! Jack let me in, and I asked where I might change; he said right there in the adjacent parlor was fine, and so I undressed slowly, putting my folded clothes on the one chair, enjoying feeling Jack's eyes on my smooth round ass as I bent over to set my clothes down. When I had my clothes off, apron on over my thong, and cleaning bucket in hand, I stepped up to Jack and asked where he'd like me to start. He smiled and said that the kitchen really needed cleaning, and so off we went. I hadn't actually expected to have to really clean, but there was a big pile of dirty dishes in the sink, and more on the counter. Jack waved his hand at them and said, "OK, here they are Miss Maid!" I obediently went to the sink and began running some hot water. Jack told me he was going to the living room, and would I make him some tea and bring it out when I was done. It seemed like he was carrying the maid thing a little far, but I'd started it, so I couldn't say much, could I? It took a half hour to wash all the dishes, and then make the tea. All this time the tails of the apron were swishing back and forth over my ass while I moved about, and the thong was rubbing inside the crack of my ass, stimulating my tight little man hole. It was rather exciting, and when I brought the tea out to Jack in the large living room I hoped that we could get down to some sex, maybe in front of the fireplace with its cheery glow. Jack however, had other ideas. He told me to set the tea down and then said I could wash the kitchen floor if I was done with the dishes. I didn't really want to wash the floor, and made a little face. Jack immediately got up out of his chair and said, "Now what's this Miss Maid, disobedience? Bend over that armchair this moment, and I will give you a spanking with this hairbrush I have here." Licking my lips in anticipation, I bent over the armchair, exposing my creamy round ass to his punishment, thinking that he would follow his spanking with a nice hot fucking. Jack had different ideas however. He gave me 10 very hard cracks with the hairbrush, 5 on each cheek, leaving my buns stinging and pink, quivering gently from his blows. Then he surprised me by tying my hands together behind my back with a rope, and next told me to get up, turn around, and get on my knees. I did as he said, rather breathless at the sudden way he was dominating me, but liking it too and as I knelt before him he unzipped his pants and unlimbered a thick, swollen cut cock, with a big set of hairy balls dangling below it. He frowned at me and said, "Here I am trying to read, and you insist on jiggling that sweet ass while you clean, distracting me from my work. Well, let me use your mouth to take the edge off, so I can get back to work." I opened my mouth, licking my lips, and he stepped up to me and popped the head of his cock in my mouth. It was slick with his precum, and I sucked and licked it, relishing its sweet taste while he slowly stroked one hand up and down the shaft of his cock, with the other fondling his ball sack. He was very close, and in moments began thrusting into my mouth, while I tipped my head and tried as best I could to swallow his cock. He was careful to mostly use his hand, so I didn't gag on his thick shaft, and when he came it was in thick hot strands that I eagerly gulped down as he jerked himself off into my mouth. My knees rocked on the hardwood floor, my head bobbed up and down on the spurting business end of his cock, and I managed to swallow most of his cum, with only a strand or two gently running out of the corners of my mouth. When Jack finished massaging the last of his cock's cum into my warm mouth, he stepped back, leaving me to sink back onto my heels, my lips parted and me breathing hard as I looked up at him for his next orders. Smiling at me now, Jack said "Well, that's better. Now I want you to clean my toilet. Come with me, Miss Maid." He gave me his hand to help me up, untied my hands and led me upstairs, me licking his cum from my lips. Upstairs there was a large bathroom with an old fashioned tub, a big old thing, and Jack left me there to scrub it and the rest of the room. He was back in a moment though and told me to be sure I got everything good and clean, or else... The "or else" was a thin, whippy looking wooden cane that made me gasp just to look at it, with a mix of fear and pleasure. This was turning out to be more than I had bargained for - or was it hoped for?! I could hardly tell, except that my cock was aching and dripping precum, the taste of cum in my mouth was ever so sweet, and the thought of that cane cracking into my soft round ass cheeks made me just melt inside... Jack gave the cane a little flourish and then left me to my work. There were some cleaning supplies in my bucket that Jack had told me to bring up with me, and I went to work, trying so hard to do a good job, and being so distracted by delicious thoughts of what was to come. About fifteen minutes into the job Jack stepped back into the room and went to the toilet. He motioned me to him, saying "Here Miss Maid, why don't you hold it while I piss?" I helped his cock out of his pants, and held it aimed at the bowl, enjoying the feel of his piss streaming through his cock, and the smell of it turned me on too. When he was done he told me to suck the last few drops off, and I knelt down to slowly take him in my mouth again, this time to have a last few drops of warm sharp tasting piss come in my mouth, and to my own surprise I swallowed them, eagerly, sucking at him, wanting whatever he had for me. Jack laughed in pleasure and said, "Now now Miss Maid, you are an eager beaver. Jack will have more for you in a bit. Back to your cleaning!" With that he left and I continued cleaning his bathroom. In another half hour I was done and I hurried downstairs excitedly to tell Jack. He put his book down and came up with me to inspect my work, and for a bit it looked like I had done a perfect job. Suddenly though Jack noticed a cobweb behind the door in a corner I had missed and he turned to me and snapped, "I HATE spiders! How could you leave that there? Come with me." He marched me into his bedroom and ordered me onto his bed, legs tucked under me, ass up in the air, arms stretched out in front of me. He had a big posted headboard and he tied my hands to the center posts. That done, he got his cane and telling me to lift my head he passed it across my mouth, telling me to kiss and lick it. I did, giving in to this total domination of his, and then he pulled the cane to himself and pushed my head down, telling me that I was going to get my punishment. My head was pressed into the covers, my ass was fully exposed, cheeks parted and there to see, Jack having told me to take off my thong. I was both very fearful and very excited, panting with anticipation. Jack started by reaching between my ass cheeks and firmly squeezing my dangling balls, and then with a hard slap to my ass he stepped back. Suddenly I heard the swish of the cane and then it snapped sharply across my right cheek, stinging and burning. I quivered and shifted, whimpering a little in mingled pain and pleasure, and Jack mercilessly continued, caning my soft round ass until it was burning, stinging, quivering, and there was a noise, which I suddenly realized was me begging him to fuck me. Suddenly the caning stopped, and I slumped into the bed a bit, whimpering and moaning, begging for him to fuck me. When I felt his cool kisses on my burning, welted ass, I almost came from the pleasure it gave me, and my man hole opened easily to his fingers, which worked thick cool blobs of some lubricant into me. Jack got behind me and slowly, slowly, rubbed the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, popping it into my hole just a bit each time. I was wild to have him in me, arching my ass towards him, begging him to stick it in... Suddenly he obliged me and with one long smooth thrust rammed his cock deep in my ass. I grunted and gasped as he slammed against me, the pain making me catch my breath. As he fucked me in long slow steady thrusts the pain was replaced by a pure pleasure that carried me away, and I was nothing but an ass, filled with cock, living for cock, and practically weeping to be used so well and hard. When Jack came he fucked me even harder, slamming me into the bed, mercilessly spearing my soft ass with his cock. I cried out over and over, moving with him, arching to him, squeezing my stinging welted ass cheeks around his cock as he grunted and empitied his load of cum deep in my ass. Done, he collapsed on top of me, panting on my neck, kissing me there as he gave a last few thrusts to empty himself completely in me. After a bit he rolled off me and untied me, saying "Now, would Miss Maid like to cum?" Then he rolled me on my back and laid his head on my belly, taking my throbbing cock into his mouth. After just a little of his attention, I began bucking and pumping up into his mouth, and came and came, my balls drawing up tight as I shot bolt after bolt of cum into Jack's sweet warm mouth. After that we rested a bit, I made us some tea, and then I left. Next time Jack requested me to be the maid for a poker party he has every month with a few friends; I can't wait!

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Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 23:10:20 -0500 From: K Subject: Oh Daddy My Daddy -11 The following depicts graphical sex between men and young men - so again all admonitions apply. You know what they are ... This is pure fantasy. Otherwise enjoy. I'm back!!!! Although under a new email name ( iamk@earthlink.net ) This story is number 11 in the "Oh Daddy, My Daddy" series. Adam and Skip return by popular demand. Their Daddy shows them off to a road construction crew. While hopefully this tale can stand on its own, you might want to catch how it all began in Chapters 1-10. Many thanks to all who wrote saying they've been enjoying the series and asking for me to finally get off my butt and continue it. But it sometimes seems like only a small dedicated following - thanks guys, it's always great to hear from you! I would love to hear from others. Keep those "cards and letters" pouring in for inspiration! Now relax and enjoy - this is a long one! Oh Daddy, My Daddy-11 Dig My Boys Hi, my name's Steve, but I suppose you already know that if you've been reading my story. I thought it might be best if I took a short "time out" here and tell you a little more about me. Why? Well, you know that guy who's been transcribing my tapes? No? Oh, that's right! You probably don't know him. Well, he's been taking forever to publish my journal lately - says he's been "busy" - Yea, sure! Busy fucking, sucking, and rimming, I bet! That's how I met him - rimming . . His tongue . . That tongue was so long, wet, and thick . . and he went soooooo deep! Oh, damn! I'm getting a hard-on remembering! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Damn! This cockring I have on is too tight!! Yea, well ... mmmmmmmmm .. I love when my cock gets hard and just throbs. Oh man!! . . Well, not much I can do about it this second - Can't even reach it .. Oh, that's right, you can't see. I'll explain in a minute. Anyway, I wanted to tell you about me. Like I said, my name is Steve. I would tell you my last name, but I work for a small company in the city, and I'm not sure how'd they take it if they ever read this story and realized it was me. Well, actually . . I wish my hunky boss did read this. He's unbelievably hot looking - hairy, hard muscles - big basket with this big cockhead that presses against his suit slacks - I wish he'd get all hot and rip my clothes off and fuck .. Gezzzzz. I gotta stop letting my mind wander like that! Damn, the precum sliding down my hard cock feels so good!!! You ever slowly jack and just stare at your precum drooling down your cock? Hot, huh? Ever taste it? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. OK, OK, back to me, Steve. I'm a 36 year old guy and really proud of how I've kept myself in shape. Stats? Well, I am 6 foot one, and weigh 190. That's pounds for the international crowd. I never could figure out the kilos or stones thing. Strange, huh? - cause I am good with numbers. I'm an accountant. Oh yea, you probably want to know about my other "special" number. OK, my cock is 7 inches. Nothing amazing I know, but it is thick, and oh yea, cut with a nice fat cockhead. Mmmmmm damn! It feels like it's almost 8 inches right now! This cockring feels soooooooo good on!!! I have a pair of fat egg-sized balls too that hang nice and low. I keep them shaved. But my best feature is my ass! Damn I work hard on my ass - all those exercises have paid off. I've been told I have a real "hot" hard ass. I really get off on some hot muscle stud playing with my ass and . OK, OK, and I have short brown hair, dark brown eyes - nothing spectacular - but I am told I am a good looking guy. Mostly smooth too, although I do have a little chest hair. Well, I have always been into guys. But lately, let me tell you, I think I am becoming a total male slut. It's happened so fast too! My friend John brought me to the "Club" last Thursday. Oh wow, that's only 8 days ago! It's Friday night and I'm back here again. No, not another big gathering like last weekend. See, Carl - the stud I met that owns the place. Oh damn, damn, damn. I get sooooo hot when I think of Carl - big mega muscle stud with an 11 inch cock that drives me wild!!! Carl invited me back before the next big gathering again at the end of the month. He said something about "training." And well, I am, see, like tied up here in a back room. Oh that's right - I should tell you I am audio taping this right now to pass the time while waiting for Carl to come get me. Carl lets me have a small tape recorder on a cord around my neck. I can just move my hands far enough to work the buttons. See? Oh yea, right . of course you can't. My hands are bound to the wall just so I can't touch my cock but still move around a little. Carl likes his "boys" full of cum so no jerking myself off he said. Damn! He calls me "his boy!" I love that! He'll sit next to me and play with my ass, sticking one of his big fingers in and call me "boy" and .. Oh wait! Hold on! Someone just opened the door ... "Hey! How youse slutboys doing?! Just hanging around? Hahahahaha .." "Well aren't you the pretty one . . you like that, cockslut? Huh? Like Miguel playing with your balls? Hahahaha!" "Oh and look over `ere at Senor Slutman! What you doing with dese pretty boys? Huh, Slutman?" He walked over to me, looking my naked body up and down. "Oh slutman likes when Miguel twists hese tits? "Arghhhhhhhhh .." I groaned. "You like dis too, slutman?" "Ohhhhhhhhhh .. Please!!! Ohhhhhhhhh please!! ..." I pleaded. "Please what, slut? You like Miguel fingering your hot manpussy? You say, `please?' Please what, cocksucker? Want Miguel's big cock to fuck dat pussy?" "Ohhhhhhhhhh.." "Oh yea, feel Miguel's fingers, slut. Nice and tight in there! Hot too! Miguel likes dat. Oh Yez, hot pussy take Miguel's big fingers. You want my big thick cock fucking dat slut hole, man? It's real fat - stretch your pussy good. Hahahahaha!" "Arghhhhhhhhhhhh...!" "Well, too bad, pussyman. Boss said jez to check. Maybe you come to Miguel later tonight, huh? Miguel treat dat pussy good with hese big cock! Hahahahahaha .." (pause) Oh gezzzz. I'm sorry! You probably caught all that on tape, huh? He's gone. Oh man, I am so hot right now. I need cock! I need a big hard mancock fucking me and ... OK, OK, sorry. Wait, let me catch my breath. (pause) OK, I'm better now, and yea, I'm not alone here. Adam and Skip Tillsman are here too. You know . the boys from the woods. Yea, that's right! I told you about Bobby being staked out on the ground for them to find while Bobby's Dad and we watched hidden in the hunting cabin. Phil, that's Skip and Adam's dad. Man! Is he a stud, or what?! Carl told me that Phil owns a few video stores in surrounding towns. Well, both his boys are here with me tonight. They are chained naked to the wall across from me. And yea, wow . both their cocks are soooo hard - just pulsing and drooling over there. But they got cockrings on like me, so none of us can cum. They got these leather collars on too - around their necks. Oh and there is one other kid here. His name is Matt and he's the high school quarterback. He was one of those 3 boys who was in training last week with their Dads. You remember - the Dads that fucked their sons for the first time. Yea, Matt is the son of that buzz haired guy - the one I thought was a Marine. You remember? His real name is Frank and he owns a landscape business Carl told me. Well all that hard work sure paid off - what a body! Frank has this brown buzz cut hair and a squarish face. I love his massive biceps, and his smooth, chiseled chest with those huge lats and pecs. Damn! Every time I see him, I drool at his rippled abs and thin waist. My cock throbs at his flared corded thighs, and hot bubble hard ass! - the best part though is his great thick 9 inch cock. Oh shit! - it makes me so hot just to look at him! Well, Matt is a young version of his Dad. He's tied up next to me. Damn, you should see the precum drool rolling off his rigid 8 inch boycock! There must be a 3 inch round puddle of it there on the floor under him. OK, while we wait, I thought I would tell you the story that Adam and Skip told me earlier. When I arrived and was brought in here, Adam and Skip were already strung up. They told me what happened to them the next day after they went home last weekend. Wow, it made me so horny just to hear it . I hope I do their story justice . . * * * * * Philip Tillsman's throat rumbled in a deep groan as he woke and stretched his long 6 foot 6 inch frame in his king-sized bed. His huge biceps bulged and flexed as he extended his arms up above his head with a yawn. The movement exposed his dark hairy armpits and tightened the muscles in his thickly-corded shoulders. His stretch strained his tremendous chest, etching each of his pectoral muscles in tight relief. His half dollar sized nipples hardened at the sensuous feeling. At the same time, he extended out his iron-hard legs, thigh muscles popping, as he curled the toes on his large size 14 feet. Phil's thick 10 inch cock was hard as steel. It pointed upwards across his flat, hairy stomach, topped by a plum sized cockhead partly hidden inside a thick foreskin. The fat shaft was covered in gorged veins that throbbed as he strained. He felt relaxed and rested. Calls of "Morning, Dad!" reached his ears, clearing his early morning fog. "Ahhh, boys! Good morning," mumbled Phil as he looked down past his throbbing 10 inch cock to the foot of the rumpled bed. His two boys, Adam 16 and Skip 20, lay at the base of the bed, naked except for the leather collars around their necks. "Have you been good boys all night, like your Dad ordered?" "Oh yes!!" both boys exclaimed in unison. "Good boys! Now let daddy check," Phil said as he reached down to his goose egg-sized ballsack and fondled himself. "Ahhhh good boy, Adam! Daddy's big balls are all wet and sloppy!" he said with a smile as he moved his spit dripping hand to his youngest son's face and smeared the slop all round the boy's already wet lips and cheeks. "You're a very good slut ball-licker, boy! You love your Daddy's balls, don't you? Now tell daddy the truth. You licked and sucked at your daddy's balls all night like I ordered? Never licked daddy's cock?" "Yes, Sir . I mean, No, Sir . but .." replied Adam with a guilty look on his young face. "But what, slut?" asked Phil sternly. "Well .. Daddy .. I only licked your balls, like you said, but .. but .. I did lick your precum when it dripped down. Was that OK?" Adam asked with a worried look on his face. "Ahhhhhh yes it was, slut! If it was on daddy's balls, it was OK!" answered Phil with a satisfied look. "Oh yes, Sir. It was!" Adam responded quickly with an open honest urgency. "Well, OK boy. I know a good cockslut like my Adam loves his daddy's precum! Right, boy?" "Ohhhhhhh yes, Daddy!! It tastes so good!" said Adam with a big smile flashing his snow white teeth. "And you didn't have your boycock shoot its cum, did you?" "Noooooo Daddy! I almost did so many times, but I pinched it hard and obeyed you!" answered Adam. "Excellent! That's a very good cockslut!" said Phil as his son Adam beamed. "And you, Skip? Were you a good boyslut too for your Daddy?" asked Phil turning to his eldest son. "Yes, Sir!" replied Skip in a much deeper voice than Adam. "OK, let Daddy check," responded Phil as he reached over his hip to finger between his hard masculine ass cheeks. "Mmmmmmm ..," moaned Phil. "Yes! Daddy's asshole is all wet and soft!" "Ohhhhhh Daddy!" Skip blushed. "I love eating your hole! I got my tongue soooooo deep!" offered Skip proudly. "Even when you moved in your sleep, Daddy. I make sure to keep my tongue in your hole!" "And no cumming?" asked Phil questioningly. "No Sir!" answered Skip. "Ahhhhh, that's my good boysluts!" smiled Phil holding out both his hands to his sons. "Such good sons. Come kiss daddy, Good Morning!" The two boys quickly slid their naked bodies up on the bed and pressed their soft lips to their father's. The three shared a wet, spit-soaked kiss as all three tongues fought for supremacy. Their warm saliva drooled down over their chins. As Phil open-mouth kissed his boys, tongues trading wet spit, he slid his large hands down their smooth muscled backs and squeezed their small, firm boy asses. His fingers searched for and found that both boys still had in the large buttplugs that he fit into their boypussies last night. Satisfied, he broke off the kiss and used both his hands to force the boys' wet faces down across his chest to his throbbing 10 inch cock. "Your reward, boys! Suck on each side of Daddy's cock and you can share Daddy's morning cum load!" ordered Phil as he pressed his boys' spit-soaked faces to his cock. Phil's sons moaned and attacked his cock in a frenzy. They each wrapped their soft moist boylips around the base of their Dad's huge cock, their upper and lower lips just touching to cover the girth of the fat dadcock. With lips nibbling and tongues lashing, they both breathed deep of the man sweat odor coming from their Dad's cock and balls. Pressing their faces toward each other to give their dad's huge cock the most sensation, they slowly worked their mouths upward to the big leaking cockhead. "Yeaaaaaaaaa!" moaned Phil. "Suck your dad's big cock, cocksuckers! Feast on my cock!" Both boys started to moan as they sucked and slobbered over their daddy's throbbing erection. As Skip worked his mouth up the towering shaft, he made sure to suck and nibble at each passing cock vein hoping to add to his Dad's pleasure. He loved his daddy's big cock. Adam's tongue was in a dancing fury against the hard cockstalk, his lips savoring the silken softness of his dad's cock skin as it covered the underlying blood rigid meat. His warm boy mouth was flowing with spit as he matched his older brother's pace up the cocktube. Higher and higher they went. Phil was in ecstasy, his huge cock soaked in his boys' warm saliva, sucking, nibbling lips moving towards his sensitive cockhead. "Ohhhhhh fuck!!!!" he moaned, thrashing his head back and forth in his pillow. "Ohhhhh fuckin' cocksluts!! Eat my cock!!! Show Daddy how much you need his cock!" Both boys continued their attack as their lips approached their daddy's cockhead. Thick streams of Dad precum was now flowing off the swollen glans and against their warm, wet tongues. As they reached the fat rim under their daddy's cockhead, they stopped and flicked their tongues rapidly at the fleshy ledge. Dad's foreskin was sliding off the glans and they pulled and teased it with their lips and tongues. "Arghhhhhhhhhh!!!" screamed Phil. "Oh Fuck! Fuck! Suck that big mancock!" In unison the boys reached one hand in to fondle their daddy's big churning balls, fingers bumping together as they fought to pleasure the big sack. As their lips crossed over the ridge and onto the fat surface of their Dad's precum soaked cockhead, their sucking mouths made loud slurping noises drawing in the drooling slime. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!" wailed Phil, his mouth open in a gasp! The boys in perfect unspoken unity stuck out their wet tongues and stroked the tips of them back and forth across the long wide cockslit, rewarded with thick throbs of precum pumping from the gap. Phil struggled to look down, his mouth open and panting - down across his muscled hairy chest, across his tight rippled abs, past his thick bushy black crotch hair - watching his handsome boys slobber on his dadcock with wanton lust. "Yeaaaaaaaaa!!!! Worship that big cock, sluts!!! Show your Daddy how much you love his cock!!!" he grunted. Adam and Skip lewdly laved the cockhead then moved their sucking mouths back down the shaft. The boys bent over naked on their hands and knees working their mouths up and down the 10 inch cock. Each pass of their wet sucking boy mouths gained in speed - up and down, up and down. Phil dropped his head back into the soft pillow, thrashing it back and forth, as he moaned, "Ohhhhhh fuck!!!! Pussysluts!!!! SUCK!! SUCK !! SUCK!!! Cocksuckers!!! Fucking cum pigs!!!!! EAT THAT DAD COCK!!!!!" As Phil' 6 foot 6 muscular body contorted on the bed, he struggled to reach down and grab at his boy's free hands. Dragging them up across his sweaty chest, he moaned, "Pinch my hot nips, sluts! Service me!!!" The boys groaned wetly against their Dad's fat long cock, now one hand pulling at his eraser hard nips and the other still fondling dad's huge, hairy cum-filled balls. Their moaning and rapid sucks up and down the huge cock made precum splatter all over their wet faces and Dad's heaving abs. "Ohhhhhh FUCK!!!!" screamed Phil. "SUCK!!! SUCK!!! MILK THAT DAD COCK, SLUTS!!!!!" Phil's cock strained against the onslaught of his two sons, pulsing and throbbing. Hot sex flashes shot through his body like lightening. A searing white heat began centered deep in his manly asshole, spreading outward. In a lust fever he lifted his muscled arms, biceps ballooning, and leaned his contorted face into one of his dank, sweaty armpits - breathing deep of his man smell and mouthing the coarse hairy pit. Drool and obscenities poured from his gasping mouth, "FUCKING SLUTS!!!!! SUCK MY COCK!!!! EAT MY HOT SCUM!!!!!" His mouth and tongue slobbered onto one of his rock hard biceps and he bit at his flesh, savoring his muscular maleness. Adam wrapped one of his sweaty hands around his Daddy's cockshaft as best he could, jerking it as both boys' salivating mouths sucked at the big drooling cockhead. His small fingers could not reach around the thick cock but slipped easily up and down on the spit, precum, and sweat coated shaft. Skip removed his hand from fondling his father's big balls as they tightened and rose up against his dad's groin. He shoved his hand lower into his Dad's hairy, sweaty asscrack and thrust two fingers deep into the man's pulsing manhole. "Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Phil howled. "Awwwwwww!!!!! PIG CUM SLUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Phil's strong hips jerked up off the bed - once, twice - Adam felt the big cock go steel hard and shockingly thicken even more - then a throb against his small hand as his Dad's hot cum load shot up the long 10 inch cock tube. "UGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! UGH!! UGH!!! UGH!!!!" Phil grunted into his hard bicep as his man load exploded from his gaping cock slit. Both boys moaned "Daddyyyyyyy!" as thick white globs of their Dad's hot cum blasted against their lips and faces. The boys wildly slurped at their daddy's man seed, sucking it into their mouths, savoring its hot saltiness. Five bolts, six bolts, .. now ten bolts of Phil's scalding cum spewed from his engorged cock. Both Adam's and Skip's faces were flooded with sperm as they fought to eat as much as they could. Finally, with a long deep satisfied groan, Phil's hips relaxed and his body sunk back into the sweat-damp, rumpled bed sheets. "Ohhh FUCKKKKKKK!!!" That was GOOD!!!!!!" panted Phil. Adam and Skip knelt at their Dad's groin staring up at him with big smiles on their cum covered faces. "Good boys!" said Phil as he looked lovingly at his two sons. "Now you cocksluts, show your daddy how much you love each other. Kiss each other!!! And lick daddy's cum from your faces." Skip looked into Adam's cum smeared face and said, "I love you little bro!" Adam smiled, a string of cum stretched across his parted lips, "I love you too big bro!" and they kissed - a wet, open mouthed cum sloppy tongue kiss. Phil smiled and looked on as he caught his breath. "OK, boys. Before Daddy gets up and let's you get some sleep - I want some boycum juice!" "Oh Dad!!!" Adam laughed as he broke his kiss with Skip. "Kneel on either side of me, boys - up here near my face," explained Phil. As his two sons moved into position on their knees, Phil grabbed a remote control from the bedside table. "OK, sluts! Jack your boycocks at your Daddy's face," commanded Phil as he simultaneously flicked a switch on the remote. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" both boys moaned as the large buttplugs stuffed up their boypussies started to vibrate. Phil dropped the remote onto the bed, and reached up with both hands to fondle his boys' hanging ballsacks. "Yeeeaaaaa, pussysluts .. Jack those cocks .. Daddy wants your boy cream!" taunted Phil as he opened his mouth and stuck his big tongue out. Both boys rapidly pumped their hard cocks. Phil knew it wouldn't take them long since they had been kept on edge from cumming all night. "Yeaaaaa, let me hear those sloppy cock strokes!!" teased Phil as he in turn spit a large glob of saliva at each cock in front of his face. The boys felt the hot wet slime of their Dad's spit as it hit their cocks and pumping hands. It felt so nasty it made their balls churn and they speeded up their stroking. Both boys began whimpering at the hot sensations flooding their naked sweaty bodies. "Jack those boycocks, sluts! Still taste Daddy's cum in your mouth? Feed Daddy your boycum!" gibed Phil as he rolled both boys' ballsacks in his big hands. Adam was the first to cum. The vibrating plug deep in his hungry boypussy, combined with the still lingering swirls of his Daddy's cum in his mouth and his Daddy's playing with his balls, pushed him quickly over the edge. With a groan his fat 7 inch boycock spurted. "Dadddddddiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee," Adam wailed as lick after lick of his sperm splashed across his father's rugged face. Phil's tongue lashed out to capture as many of the flying streams as he could. Skip followed close behind. He heard his brother's wail, and looked at his brother's cum spurts lacing across his Dad's manly face and felt his own orgasm erupt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Cummmmmmmmmmmingggggggggg!!!!!" screamed Skip. Both boys jerked and swayed as their cocks exploded pent-up gobs of their hot sweet boycream into their Dad's face. Phil was in "daddy cum pig" heaven eating the tasty boy loads. As their orgasms faded, the boys collapsed onto the bed. Phil jumped up and said, "You pussyboys sleep - you earned it. Daddy has some work to do." As Phil walked naked towards the bathroom and a well deserved hot shower, he turned back and glanced at his boys. They were hugging each other, already asleep, their still cum covered faces pressed together with smiles. Phil left the vibrating buttplugs on low. * * * * * Hold on, there's a lot more to their story, but right now I hear someone at the door again . . "Pop!!!" gasped young jock Matt. My mouth dropped open as I stared at the satanic body which seemed to fill the open doorway. I heard groans across the room from Adam and Skip. Whether of shock or of lust, I didn't know - my eyes were locked on the impressive vision as he entered the room. Could that be Frank, Matt's Dad? - the same man I remembered from last weekend? He was hot then, but this man was so fucking fantastic, my cock felt like it would spew untouched! He stood like a towering mountain of chiseled rock, his muscles oiled and gleaming. Every one of his vein swollen muscles seemed to be accented by the full leather body harness he wore. It crossed his massive chest in an "X" shape, meeting at a large gleaming metal ring centered on his chest. The straps framed and highlighted his flared pecs and large brown man nips. A thick leather strap extended down from that chest ring across rippled oil-shiny abs to another acting as a cockring around his thick 9 inch mancock. That fucktool pulsed and drooled sticky precum over the fat glans. The added touch of black leather arm bands around his huge biceps, and a pair of shiny black boots on his muscular legs had my balls churning in their sack. I could only imagine what the sight of his father dressed like that was doing to young Matt. He strode into the room directly up to his son, and grabbed the boy behind the back of his head, pulling him into a wet, sloppy open-mouthed kiss. I could hear Matt moaning as his father's tongue pushed into the boy's throat. After minutes, he broke from the tongue kiss, and forced Matt's head down, stretching the boy's bound hands as far as they would pull from the wall, and said, "Look at my COCK, boy!" "Sir?" asked Matt meekly, his face inches from his father's large, cum-soaked cockhead. "You want that, boy, don't you? You WANT my cock. You NEED my cock, don't you, slut?" "Yesssss, Sir," moaned Matt with wild desire in his eyes. Daddy's gonna train you, slut! Train you to milk his big cock! Eat my cum! Make you earn that dad cock!" Matt strained his jockboy body further at his bonds, his tongue extended trying to lap at the thick cock ooze dripping off his father's fat cock glans. "Not YET, pig!" roared Frank as he shoved his son back against the wall. Staring his boy nose to nose, he sneered, "You're gonna work for it, fucking jock pigslut! Soon .. Gonna work hard for your daddy's creamy load! Teach you to worship my cock! Worship ALL big mancock!!" As Frank stormed out of the room, my eyes followed his muscular ass. His cheeks flexed back and forth highlighted against the leather straps of his harness as they framed his ass like a jockstrap. Matt slumped against the wall, sweat dripping from his face. He kept mumbling, "cock ... cock ...cock ..." I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. (pause) Well, I guess we still have to wait. So maybe I can tell you more about what happened to Adam and Skip on Monday . . * * * * * "Ohhhhhhhhh, Daddy noooooooo!!! It hurts!!!" Skip sobbed, tears streaming down his handsome face. "Shut up, cocksucker! I told you a pussy cunt like you needs to be clean!" yelled Phil. "You never know when a real MAN will want that tight ass!" Adam huddled naked in the bathtub and watched, a grimace on his own face. Skip sat naked on the toilet seat, his legs raised and spread. Phil held a large enema bag over his head as its hot soapy water drained down the long feeding tube to Skip's boypussy. The muscular 20 year old sat crying, his stomach painfully distended with the cleansing water. Phil leaned forward. He too was naked, his 10 inch cock hanging semi-erect over his massive balls. Phil grasped the based of his cock and held it up, pressing his fat cockhead to Skip's lips. "Here, slut! Suck on daddy's cock! That'll shut you up!!" Skip immediately stretched his mouth open around his father's cock and sucked in at least 6 inches of the fat cocktube. He moaned. With tears still streaming down his face, his cheeks pulsated from the deep sucking he was giving his daddy's cock. Adam, idly fingering his own boypussy, watched his Dad's long cock pump wetly into his brother's sucking mouth. "You pussies cried enough when I shaved you. I don't want to hear it anymore. Every good boyslut knows to shave their pits and crotch. Now when we're done here, I want both you sluts to shower and meet me in the living room," ordered Phil. "And make sure those pussies are sparkling clean!" * * * * * The door to our holding room crashed open! In strode Police Chief Tommaso in full uniform, his 6 foot 4 inch muscular body barely clearing through the doorway. Behind him, he dragged a struggling young blond-haired boy who was totally naked except for a leather collar around his neck. The Chief pulled the sobbing boy into the center of the room using a leash attached to the collar by a large silver ring. Tommaso's 245 pound, muscled body strained the thin fabric of his light tan uniform as he panted and glared at the boy. The cop's immense 50 inch chest, capped with jutting pectorals, stretched as he grasped the boys hands and deftly locked them together in a pair of gleaming stainless steel handcuffs. "All right, punk!" Tommaso growled, "Now we'll see how tough you really are!" I watched Tommaso's 20 inch biceps bulge as he unsnapped the boy's leash and reconnected it to the chain between the cuffs, then strung the other end of the leather to a hook in the ceiling above them. The Chief's Roman nose flared and his clean shaven square jaw clenched as he tugged at the leash, pulling the young boy's hands up. The Chief lewdly ran his big hands down the boy's naked heaving chest and grabbed both small brown nipples in his enormous fingers, twisting them hard. "Arghhhhhhhhhhh!!!" screamed the boy. "Yea, hot little piglet," laughed the Chief as he squatted and noisily slurped the boy's semi-erect cock into his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" moaned the young blond. As the Chief deep throated the boy's ample 7 inch cock, I saw him reach into his back pocket and withdraw a large black butt plug. Reaching between the boys quivering legs, he centered it and shoved it up between the boy's tiny ass cheeks. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!" wailed the handsome teen. The Chief pulled off the boy's cock, leaving it pulsing erect and dripping spit. "That'll hold you slut! Until you get the real thing!" he sneered as he groped his massive crotch. With that the Chief turned and left the room. I exhaled deeply, not even realizing I had been holding my breath. I could feel my rigid cock pulsing wads of precum. All I could think was "what do they have in store for all of us?" * * * * * Later that afternoon Phil called to his sons, "Boys!! Get your asses in here NOW!!!" Adam and Skip ran naked into the living room at their Dad's order. Their cockringed boy cocks slapped back and forth as they hurried to comply. Phil was seated on the couch, legs spread wide. He was dressed in a pair of cut off shorts, but otherwise naked - his massively hairy chest exposed to their adoring eyes. They loved their Dad! "Are you sluts clean?" "Yes Dad!" both boys answered meekly. "Turn around and bring your pussies up here and let me check!" commanded Phil. Skip was the first to turn and move between his Dad's muscled legs. He submissively bent over and reached back to spread his boy ass cheeks, exposing his newly shaved pussy hole to his father. Phil ran a thumb down his eldest son's ass crack, stopping at the boy's pussyhole to press and tease it. He then ran the thumb under his nose and smelled. Satisfied, he leaned in and tongued Skip's pussy, getting it sloppy and wet. Phil then pushed Skip away and conducted the same procedure on Adam, his youngest son. Making the boys then face him, he reached up with both his large hands and stroked each of his sons' cockring bound cocks until they were rigid and dripping with precum. "All right, now put these shorts on, we're going outside . . . someone I want you boys to meet," said Phil, handing over two pair of small gray cotton shorts. The boys immediately slipped the shorts on. Phil prodded and pulled at the shorts to adjust them just right. Both boys blushed. The paper thin material barely covered their denuded cocks. Their precum rapidly soaked through in a wet, dark gray stain. The back of the shorts had been cut so they hardly covered half of the boys' naked ass cheeks, while they dug deep into their tight ass cracks. Rising from the couch with an obvious hardon pressing against his own pants, Phil ordered, "Follow me!" With Phil in the lead, the three proceeded out the front door and out across their front yard towards the road. Phil and his boys lived out in the country in a secluded area - the nearest other house was 2 miles away. However, this afternoon, both Skip and Adam saw there were two large trucks, one with a cherry- picker arm and basket, parked at the side of the road just off the grassy area of their yard. It looked like four men were working some type of small road construction project fixing broken pavement near the wooded tree-line. As the boys trailed their Dad, their hard cocks rubbed lewdly against their shorts producing more and more precum, turning the material almost transparent around their cockheads. "Stan!!!" yelled Phil as they approached the four men. A large bear-like man who stood off to one side looked up and waved to them. The other three men who were working on the road stopped their work to watch the trio approach. Phil went straight to the large man and shook his hand warmly. "Stan, you old dog. How are ya?" "Great Phil," the man answered with a big smile then looked over to the two virtually naked boys and raised his bushy eyebrows. "Stan, meet my boys!" exclaimed Phil, drawing his boys to either side of him with his massively muscled arms around their naked shoulders. "Boys. This is Stan. He's done a lot of work in his spare time for me at our video stores, helping me get them ship-shape," stated Phil. "Stan, this here is Skip - my eldest. And Adam he is my baby!" said Phil as he indicated each of his boys in turn. Adam blushed at being called baby. Stan shook hands with each of the boys, casting his eyes up and down their almost nude bodies. He could not help but notice each of Phil's sons was visibly aroused in their small tight shorts. He cocked an eye at Phil and said, "Er Phil . .. ah . .. er . . what's .. ah . what's with ..?" He nodded his head in the direction of the boys' nudity unable to find the right words. "Huh? .. Ohhhhh yea!" Phil laughed when he realized what Stan was stammering about. "My boys been working out - building up their muscles! They get excited by that. They love muscles!" The three other workers approached, ogling the two almost naked boys. Stan introduced the three to Phil. "This here's Ted, Brad, and Edwardo," said Stan to Phil. "Howdy men!" responded Phil with a big smile, his arms still around his sons' shoulders. All three stood and just stared at the boys, nodding in reply. The boys' eyes quickly returned to Stan. He was a mountain of a man - standing almost 6 foot five with a huge barrel chest. The boys were in awe of how hairy he was. Thick lush black tangles of hair exploded out from around the dirty, sweat stained muscle shirt he wore, It flowed out from all sides, covering his neck, shoulders, and arms. You could easily see massive swirls of hair on his chest through the damp, clinging shirt. Adam was first to look lower, as his tongue wetted his lips, but Stan was wearing baggy, nondescript jeans. The thought of a jungle of black hair hidden under the jeans made Adam blush even further. "Like I said, Stan, my boys really love muscle - specially their Daddy's muscles! Right, boys?" interjected Phil as he slid his arms from around his boy's shoulder, grasped their hands and started to run them across his chest. The four men stood open mouthed as they watched Phil caress himself with his boys' hands. Both Skip and Adam got a dazed look on their faces - their other hands moving to touch their Dad's body almost by rote. They caressed his arms, his hips, and down to his thighs. It was obvious to all that Phil was sporting a huge hard-on with all the attention. "Here boys. Stan's crew has some great muscles too - from all their hard work. Don't you men?" asked Phil as he moved his boys towards Stan's three workers. Directing his boys' hands to the chests of two of the men, he looked into the men's eyes and winked, "My boys really like men's muscles!" "With calls of "Oh Yea!!" all three men smiled and jockeyed to let Adam and Skip caress their sweaty bodies. Phil turned back to Stan and started talking about the next video store he intended to open and asked whether Stan would help him again with the construction. Ted, a tall lanky blond dressed only in cut off jeans, focused on Adam. He gabbed both of Adam's hands and ran them over his naked, sweaty chest. "Like my muscles, boy?" The other two men centered on Skip. Brad was medium build, wearing a bandanna around his head. Edwardo, obviously of Latin decent with olive skin, wore a tank top like Stan the boss, and cut off cargo pants. The two pressed themselves against Skip seeking more flesh contact as they both muttered, "Oh yea! Oh yea!" Adam oh'ed and ah'ed as he felt Ted's body, but then his eyes were drawn to the cherry-picker bucket. The boy turned and stepped towards it. Ted felt his fat 8.5 inch cock thicken in his tight cutoff jeans as he stared at Adam's tight ass cheeks. The thin gray cotton material hugged the boy's melon ass, dipping deep into his tight boy ass crack. The man felt a tightness in his gut as he watched Adam's bubbled ass flexed back and forth while approaching the bucket. Separating himself from the others, he quickly re-approached the boy. Ted causally put his arm around Adam's shoulder, savoring the warm flesh to flesh contact. Leaning down to the boy, he asked, "Would you like to go for a ride in it?" Adam excitedly turned his handsome, young face up to the tall, muscular man and gasped, "Really? Could I?" "Sure!" answered Ted with a smile as he ran his strong hand down the boy's naked smooth back. "Let me help you in." "Oh wow!" exclaimed Adam, as he lifted his right leg up over the edge of the bucket. Ted grabbed one of Adam's thinly covered ass cheeks as he assisted the boy up. He gently squeezed the small firm ass, the tips of his long fingers digging deep into Adam's warm ass crack, as he helped lift the boy up and into the bucket. "OK now, move over. I have to ride up with you . . . just to be safe," said Ted with a leer as he quickly climbed in behind the boy. In the close confines of the bucket, Ted pressed his naked chest against the boy's warm back. When he reached around the excited boy to grab the control lever, he felt the boy's melon ass cheeks press back into his bulging crotch. The heat of the boy flowed across his groin, and spread upwards into his muscled chest, making his dark nipples harden. "Here we go," said Ted as he pushed the lever forward and the bucket started to rise. "Wow!" Adam cried out, shivering in excitement. "Calm down now," said Ted, wrapping his left arm around the boy's chest to hold him steady as the bucket rose higher and higher. Ted slowed and stopped the bucket at about 25 feet in the air. He glanced down to the other men below, seeing them occupied in some discussion amongst themselves and taking no notice of Ted and Adam now high above their heads. Releasing the lever, Ted placed his right hand on Adam's naked arm and lazily rubbed it up and down. He leaned down to the boy's ear and asked, "Excited?" He warm breath flowed over Adam's ear lobe and the boy shivered. "Ohhhh yes!" exhaled Adam, as his body seemed to relax and press back against Ted. Ted ran his large right hand down along Adam's side to his thigh, as his left hand held across the boy's chest. His fingers brushed lightly across one of Adam's nipples. "Mmmmmmmmmm," moaned Adam, his head rolling back across Ted's muscular chest. "Ohhh, you like that, don't you baby? Like when I touch your little tits?" Ted taunted into Adam's ear as his fingers started to pluck lightly at the boy's nipple. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Adam moaned softly as the man continued to pull and twist one of his now hard pointed nips. Ted began to rub his large, strong body back and forth across the boy's back, pressing his now massively swollen crotch into Adam's bubble ass. "Oh baby! You need that, don't you?" Ted breathed hotly into Adam's ear. The boy just whimpered, and Ted reached up with his other hand around the boy and grasped a nipple in each hand, pulling and twisting harder. "Answer me, baby! Feel good?" Ted pressed for a spoken reply. "Ohhhhhhh yessssssssss!" Adam hissed between his tightly clenched lips. "Oh yea, baby!!" Ted grunted into Adam's ear, his tongue sliding out to wetly lick across its surface. Adam moaned at the feeling. Ted slowly slid both his hands down across Adam's naked chest, to his hips and on downward to the boy's trembling thighs, as he humped his crotch into the boy's ass. "You're a hot little bitch, aren't you, baby?" teased Ted into Adam's ear. Adam just moaned and melted back into Ted. The man quickly reached up and roughly twisted one of the boy's nipples. "Answer me bitch! You're a hot little boy slut, aren't you?!" "Yes!! Yes!! Yessssssss!!" moaned Adam, breathing heavy. "Good little bitch!" sneered Ted as he continued to tease the boy's nipple. His other hand pulled back to cup one of Adam's shorts-covered ass cheeks. He squeezed the firm ass. "Yea ... I know what a hot little bitch needs!" Before Adam could gasp a breath, Ted pulled the boy's thin shorts down over his bubble ass, wet one of his long thick fingers and plunged it into Adam's tight ass crack, searching for the boy's pussyhole. Finding the puckered pussylips, he thrust his finger deep into the boy's hot tight hole, as his other hand steadied Adam. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" groaned Adam, his mouth open and warm saliva leaking over his lower lip. "That's it, baby! Moan like the slut you are!" jeered Ted as he deeply finger-fucked Adam. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" panted Adam. "Yea baby ... you have a hot ass, don't you? . . . open that pussy for me, baby," Ted urged as Adam whimpered. The man worked Adam's body - deeply fingering him with one, then two fingers as he continued to twist and pull at the boy's nipples with his other hand. Adam arched his bubble ass up and surrendered himself to the hot sensual feelings coursing through his young body. Ted slid his thick fingers from Adam's ass and ordered, "Kick those shorts off, cunt!" Adam composed himself and rapidly slid his paper-thin shorts down from where they were gathered at his knees. He kicked them to the side and arched his now totally naked body back against the man. He felt a huge hard log press into his ass cheeks and a sweaty, hairy crotch. Ted had dropped his shorts too! Ted grasped one of Adam's smooth, bubbled ass cheeks in each of his large, strong hands, spreading them. "Open your slut legs, baby, I've got a present for you! You like muscles? Well, I have a real muscle for you!" Adam shuffled his legs apart and immediately felt Ted crouch behind him and felt the man's massive cock shaft slide under his shaven balls. He looked down and saw Ted's fat, precum soaked cockhead extend far out from between his thighs, under his own rockhard boy cock. Ted towered behind the boy and sneered as he saw Adam look down. He roughly grabbed Adam's hair on the back of his head and forced the boy's head lower. "Yea, slut, look at that cock . . . you want that cock, don't you baby?" "Ohhhhhhhh!!" moaned Adam licking his lips as he stared at the huge cock. "Answer me slut! You want cock. You need cock. Say it baby!" "Ohhhh yesssssss!" groaned Adam. "I need cock!" "Oh yea, baby. You'll get cock alright!" taunted Ted. He reached over the boy and grasped Adam's right hand, drawing it to his precum soaked cockhead. Swiping Adam's fingers across his massive cockhead, he coated them in his warm, thick precum. He then drew Adam's hand up to the boy's mouth. "Lick it slut!" he demanded. "Awwwwwwwww!" groaned Adam as his mouth closed over the dripping fingers. He sucked at the big wet fingers, twirling his tongue to gather up all the thick cream. "Ohhh yea, baby . You want cock! You need cock!" Ted withdrew his fingers from Adam's milking mouth and placed them behind the boy's naked thighs. "Lift up, baby. Put your feet up on the bucket sides," ordered Ted. Adam did so and lifted his body upward. Ted's massive cock snapped up and centered itself between the boy's spread ass cheeks. Ted reached down and grasping his thick cock at it's base, rubbed its leaking cockhead against the boy's gaping asshole. "Sit baby!" he commanded. Adam groaned as he lowered himself - Ted's big cockhead pressuring and spreading his ass pussylips. "Ugh!!!" the boy grunted as the big wet cockhead pushed into his tight hole, his asslips snapping around the glans. "Ohhhh fuck!!!!!" groaned Ted. "Damn! Your ass is tight!!" "Oh yea! Oh yea! " Ted moaned as the boy lowered his ass further and further, sucking Ted's rockhard cock deeper into his boy pussy. "Ohhhhh fuck!!!! So hot and wet!!" groaned Ted as the boy's steamy ass took 5, then 6, then 7 inches of the man's thick cock up his ass. "Yea baby!! Take it ALL!!!!!!!" grunted Ted as he grabbed Adam's shoulder and forced the boy fully onto his 8.5 inch cock. Adam whimpered as he felt his asslips spread wide for the thick base of Ted's cock - the man's bushy crotch hair mashing against his now tautly stretched asslips. "Ohhh fuck baby!!!!" groaned Ted. "Take my cock!!!!!!" Ted snorted, gasping at the tight, hot sensations flooding his massive cock. Adam moaned at the stuffed feeling in his boypussy and started to impale himself up and down on the rigid shaft, his own cockringed boycock bouncing up and down slapping against his belly. "Ohhhhhhh FUCK!!!!!!!!!" roared Ted. Up and down Adam pumped his ass over the huge cock, grunting each time he hit bottom. Ted moaned and spewed obscenities each time the boy sat back down on his cock. "Ohhhhhh fuck!! You cockslut pussy!!! Ride my cock!!! Oh baby!!!! So hot!!!" Sweat poured off Ted, as he savored the boy's wet, velvet ass milking his cock. He began to flex his muscular hips up to pile-drive into that sweet ass each time the boy moved downward. "Ohhhh fuck baby!!! Work that cock!!!" moaned Ted. As Adam pumped his boy ass up and down on the big cock - faster and faster - he reached one hand down between his legs to fondle Ted's huge, hairy balls as they flopped up and down. "Ohhhhh shit!!!!!!" bellowed Ted at the feeling of the boy coaxing out his hot load. Ted leaned his back into the side wall of the basket to attain a lower angle and then started deep, long thrusts into the boy's tight ass. "FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!!" he cried out with each pounding thrust, reaching around the boy's chest to twist both the kid's nipples. Adam cried back, "Ohhh! Ohhh!!" "Ohh fuck, baby!!! Oh fuck, baby!!!" Ted continued to groan, lost in the erotic sensations of the wet, milking ass. The bucket bounced in the air as the two fucked like wild animals. Ted lost it when he happened to look down at the men below. There was Skip - naked on all 4's - with Brad holding onto Skip's hips as he rabbit fucked his big cock into the boy's ass. Edwardo had his pants at his ankles, hands in Skip's hair, roughly directly the boy's mouth up and down his fat uncut Latino cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ted screamed and his huge 8.5 inch cock expanded and burped out huge wads of scalding mancum. Adam felt the cock in his boypussy discharge and shudder, his own boycock exploded untouched, long bolts of white boyseed spurting over the edge of the bucket and falling to earth. "UGHH! UGHHH!! UGH!!!!!" groaned Ted at each wad of his cum pumped up Adam's milking ass. Below them, Edwardo was hammering his fat cock deep into Skip's mouth, "Suck it slut!!! Swallow my cock!!!!" as his spit soaked shaft impaled the boy's throat. Brad was silent except for deep panting breaths bursting from his open, drooling mouth as he drove his long cock deep between Skip's tight ass cheeks and into the boy's hot ass pussy. Stan was agitated at the scene in front of him. "Phil! For damn sake, how can you let your boy do that?!!! he implored. Phil had his arm around Stan's shoulder easing him. "It's OK, Stan. It's OK, really. My boys are cock sluts!" "Damn, Phil! I dunno about this. It just don't seem right!" answered Stan. Phil yelled over to Skip. "Hey, boy slut! Work those cocks!!! Reach for those man balls and milk those fucking cocks!!" Skip obediently reach one hand up to fondle Edwardo's low hang ballsack that was wetly slapping his chin. With his other hand he reach down between his legs to caress Brad's fat balls. Edwardo held Skip in position by holding the boy's head and driving his cock over and over again into the sucking mouth. Both men growled lusting groans as the slut took their cocks and played with their balls coaxing their hot loads. "Ohhh fuck bitch!!! Your slut mouth is hot!!!" growled Edwardo. "Use that tongue!! Slobber on it, bitch!!" Phil and Stan watched the two workers double fuck Skip. And Skip was loving it!! He fucked his ass back at Brad's driving cock shaft trying to get every last inch deep into his hot hungry boypussy. As he sucked and deep throated Edwardo's big cock, he swallowed around the fat, uncut cockhead as it drove deep into his throat. The smell of sweat and man crotch was making him lightheaded. "YEAAAA!!!! FUCK MY BOY!!!" yelled Phil. "Feed the slut your cum!!!" Edwardo abruptly pulled his spit soaked cock from Skip's milking mouth, and spun around, shoving his hairy ass crack into the boy's face. "Eat my ass, slut!!!" he commanded. Skip moaned and thrust his handsome face deep into the hairy, sweaty crack. He clamped his lips around the man's rippled asslips and sucked, darting his wet tongue repeatedly into the steamy hole. "Ohhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaa!!" moaned Edwardo. Brad looked up across Skip's naked back to see the kid bury his face into his buddy's ass and it triggered his orgasm. "AWWWWWWWWWWWW CUMMMMMINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!" he screamed as he buried his cock deep into Skip's boypussy, mashing the boy's ass cheeks flat. His big, bullish ballsack tightened and thick shots of his creamy cum fired deep into Skip's bowels. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!" groaned Stan as he watched. Phil tightened his arm around Stan to prevent him from turning away. Brad stumbled back from Skip, his long cock sliding out of the boy's now cum drenched asshole with a wet slurp. He staggered a touch - weak in the knees from his explosive orgasm. Just then Ted and Adam appeared naked standing next to Phil. Phil looked at the two of them with their swollen cum dripping spent cocks and leered. Stan looked at Adam and Ted with a shocked look on his face. "Relax Stan. Here sit down," said Phil as he guided Stan over to a large covered box of tools. Stan grunted as he sat, totally taken aback at the raw sex he was seeing. Phil stood behind his friend and started to massage his hairy shoulders. "Easy buddy. Told you my boys are cocksluts." "But Phil, damn! I have a son Joey, Adam's age. This isn't right," exhaled Stan. "Yea man, the boys need cock. Lots and lots of big mancock," replied Phil. "I dunno," answered Stan shaking his head. "Adam, over here!" ordered Phil and Adam immediately moved to his Dad's side. Phil grasped him by the hair and shoved his face into Stan's lap. "What do you smell, slut!" he barked. Stan struggled shocked at the new turn of events, but Phil held him tight. Adam pressed his handsome young face into the folds of Stan's boxy pants and rubbed back and forth, almost snorting from his nose. "Well, slut? You smell cock?!! BIG COCK?!!!" "Ohhhhhh Daddy!!!" moaned Adam into Stan's crotch. "Go for it, pussy!" "Ohhhhhhh no, no, no!" Stan pleaded. But Adam was in a lust craze. He quickly opened the snap and slid down Stan's pants zipper, pushing his moaning face into the gap. Ted laughed and help the kid slide the pants off of a struggling Stan, releasing the man's cock. They all gasped!!! "Holy shit!! muttered Ted. "You fucking stud!" laughed Phil. Adam merely groaned at the sight. Stan's cock rose rock hard from a massive jungle of black curly crotch hair - rising to a towering 10.5 inches!!!!! - a truly massive beer-can thick shaft topped by an apple sized cut cockhead, now soaked in thick streams of precum pouring from a wide cockslit. Even Brad moved over to stare. "Ohhh baby!!! Feast on cock, Adam!" taunted Phil. Adam went wild wrapping his wet boy lips around the glans, sucking in the thick precum. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" moaned Stan, his legs going rigid. Adam slurped and sucked at the monster cock, jacking the base shaft with both hands to force out more and more tasty precum. "Suck a MAN's cock, slut!" commanded Phil, roughly forcing Adam's head down onto Stan's cock. The boy stretched his wet lips wider than he had ever before and felt inch after thick inch of cock meat slide into his mouth, bumping against the entry to his throat. ""SWALLOW IT, PIG!!!!" demanded Phil, pushing Adam's head down harder and forcing the massive cock into his son's throat, distending it. "Holy shit!" muttered Ted again as he watched the boy's lips press into the wild mat of Stan's crotch hair taking the entire 10.5 inch weapon. "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" screamed Stan at the tight, wet sensations pulsing through his cock. No one had ever taken all of it!!!!!! "Enough, pigslut!" barked Phil jerking Adam's face off the formidable cock. The boy's face was flushed and spit soaked as his mouth hung open. "Lift him up!" Phil ordered Ted and Brad, and the two men grabbed Adam by his thighs, lifting him in a sitting position. Adam's ass cheeks spread wide flaunting his boypussy to Stan and his father. "Look at it, Stan!" said Phil seductively to Stan. "Look at the slut's boypussy! Hot, wet boy cunt!" "Play with your pussy, boy! Show Stan your pretty pussy!" Phil ordered his son. As he continuously stared at Stan's massive erect cock, Adam reached a hand down between his legs and began to finger his asslips. Phil grabbed one of Stan's hands and moved it up to his son's asshole. "Touch it Stan! Touch that sweet wet pussy!" He forced Stan's fingers back and forth across Adam's wet asslips as the boy finger fucked himself. A stream of cum seeped from the hole. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Stan continued to moan as his massive cock pulsed under the onslaught. Phil could see his Adam staring at Stan's huge cock, mesmerized by it. "What do you need, slut?!!" he barked at the boy. "Say it cocksucker!" "Ohhhhh Daddy!!!! COCK!!!!!!!!!!" pleaded Adam. "Lift him higher, guys!" Phil ordered Brad and Ted. The two men's biceps flexed as they lifted Adam and positioned his wet, dripping pussyhole over Stan's drooling cock. They lowered the boy a touch and the sticky cockhead bumped against Adam's spread pussy. "Reach down, boy! Guide it in!!" "Ohhhh damn! Oh damn!" Stan reacted when he realized what was about to happen. Adam pulled his fingers from his boypussy and placed them against the fat cockhead, aiming it at his now gaping hole. Phil nodded to the two men and they slowly lowered the boy. "ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" wailed Adam as the massive cockhead spread his pussylips wide. "TAKE IT, SLUT!!!!!" ordered Phil. Adam's strained pussy gave and the huge cockhead pushed in, his asslips snapping tight around the glans. Stan grunted. Adam started to sob. The two men continued to lower the boy. Phil watched inch after massive inch sink into his son's ass. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" groaned Stan as Adam's bubbled ass cheeks pressed down on him. The boy had taken it all!!!! ALL FUCKING 10.5 INCHES!!!!!!! Phil leaned to Stan's ear and hotly whispered, "Bet you wish that was your Joey's hot little ass!" Stan groaned. "SKIP!!!! Get your tongue outta that ass and get over here!!!" Skip crawled over on his hands and knees and his eyes grew large as he saw the size of the cock emerging from his brother's ass as Ted and Brad lifted the boy slowly. "Get your slut mouth between Stan's legs - eat HIS ass and suck those big MANballs!" Phil ordered Skip. "Yes Daddy!" Skip answered obediently and dove to his task, burying his face deep into Stan's hairy ass crack. "Ohhhhhh FUCK!!!!!!!!" screamed Stan as he felt the boys wet tongue find and stab into his asshole. No one had ever eaten his ass before. "NOW FUCK!!!!!" ordered Phil and the two men lifted and lowered Adam repeatedly up and down Stan's rigid cock. The boy whimpered and cried. Stan bellowed moans and pants. Edwardo stumbled over and took one look at Skip on his hands and knees and the boy's upturned ass and drove his big Latin cock straight into Skip's pussy. "Mmmurphhhhhhhh!!" Skip grunted into Stan's ass crack as his pussyhole was slammed full of cock. Brad and Ted got into a rhythm - up and down - up and down - fucking the boy onto Stan's huge cock. Their own cocks rose up hard again and Adam's dangling hands found and grasped them. The up and down movement had Adam being fucked but also jerking off his accomplices. "Fuck my boy! Fuck his slut ass!" panted Phil lewdly into Stan's ear. He ripped his own 10 inch cock out of his pants and started jacking it, when he thought better and grabbed Adam's hair, pulled the boy forward and forced his precum drooling cock into his son's mouth. "SUCK YOUR DADDY, SLUT!!!" The five men and two boys thrashed in unison as a massive sex machine. The smell of sex and cum and sweat surrounded them. Edwardo pounded his long cock in and out of Skip's boypussy as he spewed Spanish obscenities. Skip fucked back at the wonderful cock filling his pussy as he moved between sucking on Stan's orange sized hairy balls and deep tonguing the man's wet asshole. Ted and Brad grunted with the effort of raising and lowering Adam repeatedly on Stan's huge cock, the hot sensations of Adam's hands jerking their own big cocks spurring them on. Adam moaned and slurped on his father's big cock inches away from Stan's face, his warm spit splattering the man's face. It was too much for Stan .... with a scream that scattered the birds from the trees he CAME!!!!!!!! "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" It triggered all of them! Phil exploded into Adam's sucking mouth, his sperm flooding the boy and spilling out onto Stan's hairy, heaving chest. Brad and Ted's cocks both jerked and spewed long white ribbons of mancum across Adam and Stan. Edwardo roared "FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!" and erupted up Skip's ass, which triggered Skip's own boycock. As Adam felt his entire guts balloning with hot cum, his boycock flexed and spewed his boycream in streams across Stan's face and open screaming mouth. Stan continued to bellow in the most massive orgasm of his life. "ARGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! JOEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" End of Chapter 11 (Now go clean up!) Young Lonnie returns in Chapter 12. His dad sends him out into the neighborhood on a special mission to "Borrow the Neighbor's Cream"! I'd love to hear from you ... I have a NEW EMAIL address >>> iamk@earthlink.net

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Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 09:30:51 EST From: AdvnturPup@aol.com Subject: happy birthday to me, part 2 DISCLAIMER: Well, not really a disclaimer -- rather a claim: this is a true story, dialogue as recalled the very next morning. But the "handle" of the Muscle Guy was made up for this purpose. Other than that detail, this is as precise a representation of the experience as i could conjure. Enjoy! ********** There I am, leaning over the bed... "You want that butt fucked, boy? That's what you said you wanted -- I'm gonna give you your birthday present now...." So I stick my butt up in the air. "Show me your butt, boy." And I reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart so he can see it. He starts teasing my hole with a finger and stroking his own cock. "Nice tight butt boy..." I hear a condom pack open and hear him spit out part of it. I hear the rubber snapping on his hard, perfect cock. I hear the lube lid open and that wet sound telling me we're getting ready. "Take those poppers now, boy, if you want 'em..." and he throws them on the bed next to me -- I take a hit... The world dissolves around me, around my butt, around his cock as it presses forward. He pushes and I open around his cock, now like steel. He goes in deeper. And deeper. Sinking to the hilt and holding it there. "Who's butt is this boy?" "Yours SIR!!! YOURS!" "That's right boy! and now I'm gonna fuck it!" He starts to fuck me; slow at first, with long strokes. He's looking at himself in the mirror again, the black vest hanging back off him, the muscles tensed and straining -- totally pumped from the exertion -- that glint in his eye shining in the reflection, matching the flash of light on his lubed cock as he pulls out then pushes in. He steps up the pace and slaps my butt. Faster still! And slaps my butt!! He's starting to sweat now, his whole body glinting with the effort of plowing me. He grabs the harness and pulls me up and back, driving deeper inside; and that's when I moan... "Fuck me SIR! FUCK ME!" And he just pounds me -- it goes on and on -- until I'm just suspended by his grip on the harness hanging like a limp doll off his cock. Then he pulls out and I drop forward. "Too hot in here boy." I need to cool down a bit so I ask him to lie down on the bed, "Let me take care of you Sir? Please? Just lie back and let me take care of you?" So he lies back, the vest falling to either side of that beautiful smooth pumped chest, and I start to lick the sweat from his body methodically. Starting on his right pec; one long lick of my tongue under the pec. The sweat smells sweet and tastes lightly of salt and I drink him in another way... I clean his right pec, one long stroke at a time. I run my tongue up between his pecs and up his neck; he moans a bit and turns his head this way and that to give me access. And I return to his left pec and lick the sweat from that, stroke by stroke; tasting him, lost in his scent and taste. I ask him to raise his left arm, and my face reaches under the vest for his armpit -- licking, stroking -- his smell, the smell of the leather. Cleaning out his armpit with my tongue. I raise my head and come at this arm from the other side of the vest, from the outside; and, from his armpit, start licking out along his arm. He flexes his bicep for me and I swoon. How hard and literally hot it is from the previous efforts. Pumped. "You like that arm, boy, huh?" "Yes Sir!" And he flexes it more -- turning it this way and that. And i worship it, what i was made to do... Worshipping that ultimate symbol of his strength. And i start to move my tongue up the forearm and back down, trailing down, back to his torso down the flare of his lats, smelling the leather of the vest again. Down his tight stomach; down his crotch. My face brushing his cock. Down his powerful thighs that steadied me so before.... Down his calves, along his foot and down to his toes, sucking each one. Caressing, adoring, worshipping. Back along his foot, up his leg; my face gliding between his thighs, my tongue reaching his balls. He bends his knees and raises his pelvis slowly as I start to tongue around the base of his cock, between his thighs, behind his balls. Reaching his butt. And he starts to moan a bit; he likes his ass rimmed. I spend time there bringing him pleasure, which, after all, is my pleasure... and his cock gets hard again. I come back and start to suck it, feeling it swell and fill my mouth, feeling his control reassert itself. His hand on my head now, forcing me down. He sits up and starts bucking his hips. And, hand holding my head at his crotch, he moves from the bed and stands over me. "Get me another beer boy, I think we both need a drink." I get him another beer and he starts to drink it while I suck his cock. One hand lifting the bottle to his mouth, flexing his arm, displaying his power; the other hand on my head demonstrating his power -- muscle and will, strength and domination. He knows what he has before him. "You were very good boy and didn't spill a drop last time, so this time we'll just stay right here..." We're by the mirror, between it and the bed and i have to make sure not to spill a drop. He pours some beer down his cock and I drink it up; he leans down and feeds me some beer from his mouth and I drink it up. I feel that trembling in his legs as he struggles to relax, to fight the urge to hold it back from me. And he starts to moan. His leg muscles flex. My cock is rock hard in my hand, his cock filling my mouth. He moans and yells: "HERE YOU GO BOY! DRINK IT!" He starts the stream and its coming in torrents this time, filling my mouth every two seconds. I can't let it spill so I'm swallowing and swallowing and he keeps it coming and coming. I'm stroking my cock, his hand on the back of my head keeping me clamped to his crotch. I'm struggling to keep pace with it and it flows and flows and flows... He drinks some more beer and i'm lost in him. Drowning in him. Clutching him. Sucking him down. And, barely touching my cock, as my mind starts reeling at the effort of keeping pace because he just keeps pissing! My cock, with one light touch of my hand, explodes... my body bucking off of his while my mouth stays clamped, drinking, swallowing, cumming and cumming and drinking and drinking. "Good boy! Yeah, good boy! Drink it boy! Good boy.... yeah.... good boy..." And as the tremors in my body slow, his piss starts to recede and I begin to breathe again. Still sucking; still swallowing -- sagging against the pillars of his legs, his hand stroking my hair and my mouth cleaning his cock of the last drops. And he pets me on the head "Good boy!" I sag to the floor. "Now its my turn boy... get on the bed... Lie on your back" And he kneels beside me on the bed and starts stroking his cock. I'm looking up at his amazing face, his astonishingly beautiful body, the tan glowing in the dim light. He starts to stroke his cock as my hands run over his body from below. "Oh Sir, what a body you have. Look at you, just look at you Sir..." My hands grabbing the meat of his pecs, running over the hard rippled stomach, and I start to blow lightly on his balls and his cock. He starts to moan as his cock gets harder still, and, as I blow on his balls and crotch he moans even deeper than before and SHOOTS on my face, on my chest, on the harness, on the bed. He shoots and shoots, his body spasming around his crotch; and he shoots and I feel the warm cum on my body and know that, for this night, he's made me totally his... We wash, he brings a towel and cleans my body. We dress and he stands by the door and kisses me ever so sweetly and says good night, and leaves. And that's how my birthday ended!

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Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 20:08:26 +0100 From: bchaim@hotmail.com Subject: "Rooms for Willem 1" ROOMS FOR WILLEM 1 February 2001 By Chaim of the Netherlands bchaim@hotmail.com Nifty: Adult Youth / Authoritarian AGGSM: t/M/ t/M Bond NC The following story is nearly total fiction. Any relationship to persons is just in my mind. This story depicts acts between gay people. If you find this concept distasteful, stop reading! If it is illegal where you live to read it, think about your laws. In the Netherlands: You have to be 16+ to read this story. English is not my mother tongue. Sorry for any mistakes. If you have comments, they are very welcome at: bchaim@hotmail.com "Rooms for Willem 1" by Chaim I'm William, living in the outskirts of Amsterdam. We have a nice little house in a very green area, they call it "Het Gooi". Next to our back garden there is a big villa. My parents told me not to go there. I belongs to a man, who is very big in the IT business. He must be quite young. "Rich and wealthy and nearly a teen", my father said, I didn't pay attention. His garden is really big, and I heard there is a big swimming pool behind those walls. I don't know who told me. We can't see anything of it. There is a brick wall and a lot of trees protecting his house from any view. I'm 18, a high school student, last year, at our local gymnasium. I play soccer at our school team. My mates are mostly younger. I don't know why. Puberty hit me late, I was bare like a baby till I was 15. I hated that! Nude in the showers my class mates made fun about me. Now I have some hairs above my crotch area, some fuzz on my legs and even three black hairs between my little nipples. Still hoping for a trail of hair between my belly button and the soft hair above my crotch. No way, till now... I shave. Oh, yes, nearly every day. No need for that, to be honest, once in the three days will keep me smooth. It was a very warm day. I came home from school, sweat all over. Nobody was at home. Nobody will be, this weekend. My parents are in Antwerp and I have the weekend for myself. They think I am old enough to stay alone at home. I took a shower and put on my black Speedos with baggy black Adidas shorts over it. Nearly naked, but what the hell, who could see me in our back garden? We have some trees, so lovely shadow, but no swimming pool. I took a beer and another one. I know my parents hate that, but this was my weekend! The sun was burning on my already tanned skinny body. The beer hit me hard. I like to swim, so wondered what happened behind the wall. He, mister X, can't be home, he has to be at work, it was two pm. Friday afternoon. I couldn't help myself. I climbed the big wall, and went on top. To my big surprise there was a ladder at the other side. It was like someone expecting me. I didn't pay attention. I rushed down. I was proud I did the wall in a couple of seconds. Standing between the trees in our neighbours garden. I walked to the house, a little white villa was between trees, and next to it a nice bright blue swimming pool. All curtains of the house were closed. The place looked deserted. Great! Just a quick swim and after that, back home. The beer gave me the courage I needed. I decided to try my luck. I stripped down my shorts and Speedos. Nobody around, who cares. I heard stories of friends, telling me swimming nude must be great! So, why not, I will try it out, here. I dove into the swimming pool and swam naked around. It felt kewl. Nobody will notice, and I didn't harm anybody. After one hour or so, I decided to dry up and to go back. Just putting on my baggy black Adidas shorts, leaving out my Speedos. o reason to put them on. I closed my eyes enjoying the sun. I must have drifted away. A strong hand was on my shoulder, another hand took my wrist. I yelled, but it didn't help a thing. I shook my body to get out that grip. No way, nothing helped. Before I knew, I was taken into the house. I didn't see my attacker. What the hell is going on! My wrist were behind my back and secured by two strong fists. The room was dark and cool. Nearly naked I was put in the middle. I still couldn't see my attacker, he was standing behind my now shaking body. I just could hear his voice. 'Didn't expect guests! You must be the boy next door' 'Yes Sir, sorry Sir, I ...' 'Get on your knees, and keep your hand behind your back!' His voice was nice but firm. Not asking for nay discussion. What could I do? I went down, my knees to the floor, still with my hands behind my naked back. He let me go, but I didn't dare to place my hands somewhere else. I was terrified. I felt a warm hand on my naked back, stroking me between my naked shoulder blades. It wasn't a bad feeling. I tried to relax. 'Did I invite you to use my pool, boy?' 'No, Sir, you didn't, but...' I couldn't finish my words. The same firm voice, kind but with authority. 'Right' His hand stroked now my short blond hair. 'Don't you think you own me a favour ?' 'Yes, Sir, Such as, Sir?' Thinking about cleaning the pool or something. The clue was totally different. 'Close your eyes!' I was frightened, but did what he told me to do. 'Relax' His hands were now on my naked shoulders, stroking them firm with his strong hands. 'You are soft and smooth, boy' I didn't know how to react. Nearly naked on my knees, my hands behind my back in a dark room in the villa of our neighbour. 'O.K. I see you lost your tongue. No problem, you will find it back, just answer my questions honest.' 'You are the teen boy from next door, are you not?' 'Yes, Sir' 'You climbed the wall and went on my property. By the way, I wondered why you didn't before... the ladder stands there already a couple of months.' My mind was puzzled... 'You mean, you expected me?' 'I like the "Sir" bit into your answers, boy. Try again.' 'Yes, Sir, I did climbed your garden wall and was on your land, Sir' His warm hand stroked my hair again. 'Good boy, you are learning fast, thought so.' Damp cotton covered my eyes. In a flash I knew, my own Speedos! He must have taken them from the pool. 'Smell it' This was extreme weird! I tried, but I smelled nothing. 'Try it harder... can you smell your own cock? Take another sniff' I closed my mouth and used my nose the best way I could. His tone made me weak, following his strange orders like a puppy. I couldn't help myself. I did smell my own body. He took my Speedos off my face. 'You liked your own smell, boy?' 'I don't know, Sir' He ignored my comment. 'Is it correct you are naked under those baggy teen shorts, or did you bring some other underwear with you?' He laughed, 'It seems you like to stay a lot of time with me.' He laughed again in a nice way. 'I will take care of that, boy! 'No, Sir, I mean, Yes, I mean...' I whispered, 'Sir' Not knowing what to think about this situation. 'Save your energy, boy. You will need it'. 'We will work it out, just answer my questions!' I didn't now what he meant with those words. 'Yes, Sir' He stroked my short hair again. 'Don't worry, we have all the time of the world, boy' All the time of the world? I just came here to swim, to dry and to go back. This is a mess! 'You are 18?' 'Yes, Sir, just two weeks ago I became 18' 'Describe your body, boy' 'My body?' He didn't answer me, just waited. I heard the death silence in the room. After a few seconds, I heard just my own breathing. Is he serious? 'Ahh, I don't know Sir...' No reaction. 'Ahh... I'm skinny, but developed some muscles, I have a flat belly. I try to work out on school, but most of my class mates are bigger. Coach told me I can be a swimmer at the University. I swim and sometimes play tennis, Sir.' 'Go on, boy, this is a good start' 'I swim a lot, and it shows, my coach told me last week. I don't know, Sir. I'm rather good in swimming' I wondered or he wanted to hear my results. 'Go on, but I asked about your body, not your marks during sports' Is he serious? Oh, hell! 'I have a bronze tan, little nipples on my chest, some pecs, a flat belly, still smooth. O, yes, not only smooth, Sir, some hairs in my armpits, and have three hairs on my chest, but that is no problem at our swimming team'. The last line was full of pride. I couldn't help myself. 'Go on!' I described my body, all parts of it. I couldn't imagine, he would be interested in my private parts. Who the hell could be interested in that? I never found girl who took any interest. They all look for "Man", not a boy, telling them he is already 18. 'Good boy!' 'Thank you, Sir!' 'You forgot something' 'Did I? Sir?' 'Take your time, think about it' 'What do you mean...?' 'Your body: All of it, I said' I took a deep breath. Oh, he is serious! 'I have a small cock, maybe 5 or 6 inches, (making the best of it) and balls and a little white smooth ass, Sir, I think you will think I'm 16, I mean (this is terrible) it shows it belongs to a 16 years old or something. Sir!' 'You did well. Boy! Don't be shy' I couldn't help myself... I went on. I don't know why, I had to prove I'm a man. 'Puberty, well, those physical effects, I mean, went slowly... I look down there very young for my age... Sir' I was relieved, nearly all was said. Still wondering what this had to do using his swimming pool. 'Some little questions, boy, what kind of underwear do you use?' Now used to his strange questions, I was relieved to answer a simple one. 'Boxers, Sir' 'You jack off a lot?' My face was turning red now... 'You mean?' 'Yes, to jerk, masturbation' 'Sometimes' 'Which means every day a couple of times?' I feel my cock, always a will of its own, taking more room against the cotton of my Adidas shorts. 'Yes, Sir, I think so' 'Don't be shy, this house is just for men, like you'. 'I know you have visited a lot of gay sites on Internet the last weeks, boy' Oh, hell. No way to ask him how he found out. 'Ever had sex in reality?' 'Ahh, no, Sir' 'You will not leave without..! I promise you!' 'My butler told me you are free this weekend to stay with us' 'What do you mean, Sir?' 'You know exact what I mean' 'My parents are not at home... but they can call!' 'We will take care of that' My voice was begging... 'But nobody knows I'm here!' 'Don't worry, nobody has to know' 'Can't I go home?' 'No, boy, you will not go home for at least 48 hours' 'Get on your feet' I was standing up, with the strong desire to turn around to see him, to run away, I don't know. He took my shoulders avoiding that move. I trembled under his touch. After a while, a big strong hand stroked my chest. He found my nipples, stroking them, making them hard. 'Relax, You like that?' I couldn't help myself. My cock showed all, pressing against the black cotton of my black shorts. Pointing out. Horny. 'Yes, Sir' 'Good boy' 'I will tell you the rules of the game... You have to go to several rooms to get access to mine. In other words you have to earn it! Every room has a new dementia. You have to learn a lot before you can serve me! The route is nice and easy when you listen... rough and hard if they have you to show the way. You understand? Make me proud! And you will be my Boy!' You are not allowed to wear anything besides the white tight briefs, Jan will give you. So strip, everyone has seen you naked in the pool, but don't turn around, don't even think about it!'. I didn't know what to do... all those questions strange rules... and Jan? This strong man behind my back. No way I could escape. 'Yes, Sir' I whispered, afraid what would happen, not following his commands. I put my hands from my back, bringing them to the waistband of my black shorts. Putting them down slowly. Stepping out of them. I couldn't help myself. My little teen cock was strong and heavy against my smooth belly. 'Good boy' I felt his naked! warm body against mine. He must be strong and big!!! His cock pressed against my back, on my spine, far above my little ass. It was like he was reading my mind. 'Don't fight it, a good teen boner is a joy for everyone in this household, and your cock is after all, mine' 'Take your cock and stroke it' I took my eager cock in my fist, stroking it, as ordered. What could I do? 'Listen carefully. I'm rather young myself, strong, you will find out, and will be your Master! No doubts about that, boy. Feel my chest against your back, my big cock above your little ass. You have to learn a lot before you can be my Boy! I will be your Master' 'Stroke your cock' I whispered 'Yes, Sir' 'Good boy, do it for me and do it for yourself!' 'Please Sir, let me have a look!' He moved away, that great strong body. 'Remember me!' 'I will, Sir!' 'Stroke your little eager cock, Stroke it... you will come, don't care about the floor, be a good boy, cum for me!' I stroked my cock, I was excited. My hormones were taking over. I closed my eyes and took in my other hand on my nearly smooth balls. Hell, what ever, it were his own words. An order from my Master! The image of a big strong man crossed my mind. The Man of one of my sites? The man I dreamed about? The man I love so much, stroking my cock in the privacy of my own room? His big hands are on my nipples. I wanted to be between his huge hairy thighs. I loved the thought. A big Man, a real friend taking care of me! I shot my load all over myself and on the floor. In a flash I was back in reality. The lights went on. My strong attacker, my Man, my Master, was gone. Panting, I felt a little tongue on my chest. A little "boy" was on his knees in front of me, licking the cum of my chest, taking special care of my belly button. I had no words. I couldn't help myself stroking the back hair of the boy in my after glow. He smiled up to me! 'I brought your briefs, Willem, can you lift one foot... and the other?' 'Yes, sorry' I have to take his head to keep my balance. He lifted a pair of tight white briefs on my legs. They just covered my spent cock. My little soft crotch hair was still showing above the waistband. But who cared? The boy was naked himself. 'I'm Jan, I will support you during your trip in the rooms. Your Master told me to collect all your cum... so I did my best!' 'You did well, Jan, I can't believe this! I'm new to this... but, Thank you!' Jan smiled to me. His naked totally smooth body was glistening in the light. He was so beautiful and handsome. His cock on his little body was beautiful and huge! I looked at it puzzled. 'You are a boy, his boy?!' 'No, no, I am one of His Lordships servants with special duties. I am older than you are!' Looking me up to me, his smile was big, showing bright white teeth. 'I'm 20, but from Burma, small all over and some of us, like myself, don't have much body hair. And what I have I shave off, like shaving your face... you understand?' 'I don't understand a thing right now... but I will' We both laughed. 'The rooms?' 'Yes Willem, I will bring you to several rooms. 'Jan, tell me, who is the owner of this place? Who is this guy, you call His Lordship? Who got me at the swimming pool? Who... O, please, tell me!' 'He is your Master, Willem. If you past the tests in the rooms, you will be The Boy! My face must be worried. Don't worry, I will help you!' 'First our own room!' We walked through the house entering a big room with just a double bed. Jan showed me the shower and the toilet. A glass door was leading to a terrace and the swimming pool. Jan danced in the room. 'We share this room! You like it?' I was sitting on the edge of "our" bed. My head in my hands. 'Please!' His naked smooth body pressed against mine. 'Don't worry! I will help you, you are great!' I stroked his soft skin. 'Thank you, Jan' 'Never stroked another boy like this before, I am totally new to this.' Jan smiled his big smile. 'I know, we know a lot!' 'Never stroked a boy? They saw you twice together with a younger guy fooling around at your room' 'Oh Shit, what do you know...? I jumped to my feet, 'I have to go home! Leave me alone.' I run to the door. Locked. To the garden doors, also locked. Jan was still naked, very naked on the middle of the bed. Watching me. 'Come here!' I didn't know what to do. Just following his voice. Tears in my eyes. I jumped on the bed beside him. 'Please let me go!' He brought my head to his smooth chest. 'Suck my nipple' He took my ears in a very kind way bringing my mouth to his nipple. I started sucking his little nipple. My cock, still with a mind of its own, was fighting the white cotton briefs. Jan stroked my hair... '45 minutes they told me. Get on your back' Jan went straight to work. He took my white briefs down, leaving the waistband behind my nearly smooth balls. Pressing them this way more closely to my body. He kissed my cock, the head, licking its crown. Nobody did that to me before. I groan, feeling my nuts boiling. 'Jan, I will cum, please' It doesn't stop him, he took my teen cock in his mouth. Sucked me. Aggghhhh! Sucking me all the way. I feel my spares smooth crotch hair at his lips. Shaking, O hell, I spray my cum into his mouth. In a flash, Jan sits on my chest. His big cock pointing at his small belly button. Kissing me, giving back my own salty cum. Never tasted my own, never tasted any cum! He sits there, bringing his big cock to my face, putting his balls to my mouth. 'Lick my balls, Willem!' I started to lick his smooth balls, tight in their sack. With that, no sec, I feel Jan his boy cum all over my face. I lick it all. His, Jan's warm salty cum. A little devil is in my chest: I had my first sex! No virgin any more! 'Thanks, my beautiful boy, thanks Jan' 'Sorry, Willem, Thank YOU! You are great' We smile to each other. I see strains of cum on his beautiful face. 'Was this "the rooms", Jan?' Jan smiled. 'No, Willem, this is just the beginning'. Jan kissed me, licked me all over.... 'You will do great! Trust me' I smiled. 'Shall we?' 'O.K.' Jan gave me a clean pair of briefs, but he didn't want me to shower. He kissed both my ass cheeks putting them on. 'Ever thought of your back door?' 'No, what the hell, should I?' Jan smiled. 'You will!' We walk through the corridor and enter a room. My first room, I think... or second? Is my room with Jan also a room? I didn't know, who cares. I didn't care anymore! "Let's be it" The room is also Spartan. There is just one black leather table in the middle, with in my eyes strange instruments. Jan smiled at me, his golden smile. 'Get on your back on this table, Willem' I did as told. I trusted Jan. Put your legs in these stirrups. The only thing I knew in a couple of seconds: my legs are wide apart. Jan put my naked feet into the aluminium holders, moving my ass to the edge of the smooth leather table. He secured my feet with leather ropes. 'To make sure there will be no harm done' I face must be a puzzle. He took my wrists, taking them far above my head. 'What are you doing? Jan, please' Jan smiled. He stretched my hands once more. 'Be brave, you have nice armpits' 'Please' I begged. 'Trust me! Willem, in the long term you will like it! And I will always be there to collect your cum.' He licked his lips and stepped forward to give me a kiss on my right nipple. Nibbling it... O, shit, my cock asked, begged for his mouth again. 'Leaving you now to the Big Guys!' 'Jan, tell me what's going on...' He didn't leave the room, smiling at me, he stand as a little soldier at attention, close to the door.. Here I was, totally exposed and bound. It didn't hurt. No, but just there alone. Just with my -to tight- white briefs on, on a leather table, my little butt in my tight briefs, on the edge of this table, exposed, my hands in leather above my head, my feet secured in some kind of doctors thing. What would you think?! I hadn't much time to think. A big man, just in a very tight black leather boxers entered the room. Doing so he slapped Jan his naked ass. 'You did a good job, Jan?' This man is a dream. Twice my size, no doubt. Blond, young, a giant! 'This is my room, we have all night to tell you all the ropes. I'm David, call me Dave.' With his words he took a pair of scissors out of the only cupboard. 'You asked for that?' Pointing at my briefs. 'No... uhhh, sorry, Jan gave them to me' He laughed. 'Guess so... he put them on you after a big cum, didn't he?' 'Yes, Dave' 'We have to get rid of them... don't we? I will strip you later, no problem, but I like the sight of tight briefs on a little cute cock'. Naked and bound in front of this big man.. I didn't know what to say. 'I'm here to tell and show you about your mouth and ass!' 'You ever played with your ass before?' 'No, Dave...' 'Someone else did?' 'Oh, No!' Just the question was making me red. Telling him, I didn't made it less. Hell, I was embarrassed, telling my young truth to this giant! 'Don't worry!' Dave smiled at me. 'Yes, I will play with your back door, and I will open up your beautiful boys ass... No problem, but I will go slow, very slow. At the end you will beg me to fuck you!' I was trembling with fear and excitement. He walked between my wide spread legs. His big hand moved on my crack, pushing the cotton of my tight white briefs between them. 'Try to relax' 'Yes Dave', I said obediently. I tried. His big hand moved over my briefs, stroking my eager cock. Wandering back to my ass. 'Feel good?' Dave asked me. 'Yes, sure' 'O.K.' He lowered his black briefs, exposing his nearly soft but very huge cock. Never saw such a thing in my life. I always thought some of my class mates were blessed with a big cock. But right here, just between my own legs, there was the biggest cock ever. Dave looked in my surprised excited eyes. 'I told you, you will feel good, very good' 'Look at me more closely, Willem!' I tried to look up, lifting my head even more, which was not easy, my hands bound to the top of this strange long leather table. Dave slapped me in the face. 'What are you going to do?' I asked him, now with some fear. Without answering my question he stroked hard my butt, making my ass twitch, flex and un-flex. The blows continued, not once or twice, but again and again. Under my tight briefs, I must be damn red by now. I felt my own hot cheeks. It did hurt, but at the other hand, it made me horny as hell. This beautiful man, putting his strong energy on my slender young ass. 'Tell me, you will take everything I give you?' 'Yes, Dave, I will!' 'Anything I like?' 'Sure, I will try, Dave, please!' I couldn't control my voice, my emotions, I was begging for more. Suddenly I realized what I did say. He could do everything! I didn't know what, but to expect, but I wanted it all! Slap! He hit my ass again a lot of times. 'My blows will loosen you up, take it!' He hit me again. Not very hard, but firm. I felt his naked hardness, between my beaten buttocks, pressing the cotton of my white briefs deep into my crack. 'Please, do me, Dave!' 'You are begging for more? I told you I would go slow, didn't I?' He spoke to Jan, still standing at attention at the door. 'Jan, come here, we need your help'. He stood between my legs. Un-fasted my feet from the stirrups. 'Don't think this is the end of your trip, Willem!' He moved my feet together up in the air. Dave knotted at Jan, who took very slowly the waistband of my tight briefs in his little hands. Putting them down, giving Dave the full view on my boner and small smooth balls. I could see Jan enjoyed his job. He had a hard-on too! Dave gave me a knowing smile. 'Put his feet back in place, Jan' Jan didn't say a word but followed all Dave his orders. Putting back my feet in the stirrups and securing them again with his leather ropes. 'O.K. The serious part of this room!' Dave looked at my damp briefs next to my body. My sweat, and pre cum? made them wet. He brought them with his big hand under my nose. 'Smell it' I smelled my own body, sweat, hormones, fear, excitement... My cock went harder. Looking at my begging cock on my smooth belly, he said, 'Good boy, I understand very well, why our Master picked you' 'You know you have a lot of holes in your body...' he smiled, 'I here to teach you how to use them'. 'Yes Dave', I could whisper, not really understanding the meaning of his words. Dave stroked Jan his long black hair. 'Your turn, my boy.' Jan just climbed the table, sitting naked on my chest. His cute little boys ass just above my erect nipples. Jan's knees in my armpits, he put his hands next to my ears bringing his stiff beautiful cock to my lips. I could see the pre-cum glittering at the top of his cock. Jan brought his cock to my lips. 'Kiss it, Willem' I lifted my head to kiss the thick head of his cock. Jan brought his big cock to my lips and ran it up and down very gently. He whispered 'Now open up!' 'Don't use your teeth.' I didn't know what to do, just open my lips, my mouth, to welcome his big beautiful invader. 'Breath through you nose! Don't speak! Get used to it, taste it.' Feeling his nice cock on my tongue. 'How does it taste?' I ran my tongue over his slit. 'Lick' I opened as wide as possible, I had to, to get the head of hi big cock into my mouth. 'I can't take it all', I managed to whisper. 'Yes, you can!' Jan replied firm, 'of course, you can take everything you wish.' My face was flushed. I opened wider, to get more of his great cock. 'Suck!' I feel encouraged, trying to do my very best, to satisfy Jan. Jan pushed his huge cock in my mouth. Inch by inch I took it. Stretching my mouth to the limit. Sucking his beautiful cock. 'Great, Willem, keep sucking!' Dave intervened, stroking my hair. I was really amazed, I could do it, taking it all! I took another inch, and another, Trying to relax and to use my nose to breath. After a while a felt his smooth belly against my nose. He left his big cock into my mouth. I sucked my beautiful invader. I wanted Jan to come in my mouth! I begged him with my eyes... No way, they had different plans. Jan took his cock out of my sucking mouth. 'You did marvellous, Willem' Jan sighed. Dave took over. He lifted Jan from my chest in one move, putting him on his feet besides the table. I could see Dave stroked Jan his wet cock, wet of my spit. Dave smiled at him. 'Get your reward!' Jan spread his legs, mowing his cock in and out of Dave his strong fist. He groaned, looking me in the eyes. Jan sprayed his cum on his smooth chest! I was disappointed. I wanted Jan to cum for me. Not stroked by Dave. My mind spinning. I couldn't help myself... I wanted Jan to cum on my belly or even in my mouth! But the site was so horny. My own little cock was leaking tons of pre-cum. I felt my own hot leakage on my belly. Dave turned to me, looking at my cock. 'I see, you liked it a lot!' 'Yes, Dave, sorry' 'Oh no problem, you have to wait to get your reward, Willem. You haven't taken My cock yet.' I looked at his enormous heavy hard on. Hell, how could I take that? I was excited but also afraid. I felt the sweat running out of my exposed arm pits. Dave stroked my armpits... light. I gasped, 'Please!' 'Is something wrong, Willem?' continuing his light strokes. This was real torture. 'Too, bad, because we are here to train you!' I knew, I had no choice. 'Yes, Dave, but please stop this.' The stroking continued. I could not help myself. Struggling in my bounds. 'Lie still for me!' 'Don't disobey me, Willem' 'Oh, I'm sorry, Dave, just this is so new to me, just you get me so excited. Please, Dave, You make me crazy with this!' I begged! 'I will try to please you! Really Dave!' Dave smiled at my red face, 'You will, I know' Dave un-fastened my bound hands above my head. Ordering Jan to un-fasten my legs from the stirrups. I didn't dare to move. Still there, stretched, now by my own will. Was Dave disappointed at me? He will sent me away? I didn't know. But I knew one thing, I didn't wanted to be sent away, I want this to continue. It was the most strange feeling ever!!! I wanted to see my Master, the strange Man, in the living room. And I wanted them to have sex with me, sucking Dave an Jan. I wanted to cum... not only at my own bedroom at home looking at gay sites. I wanted to come in front of these great men. Jan was at his position next to the door, standing at attention, his hands behind his back. His big cock limp between his legs. Dave, himself stroked my smooth chest, feeling my nipples on my pounding chest. He broke my line of thoughts. 'Relax... you did well, get from my table, Willem.' 'Yes, Dave.' I stepped from the table. Feeling very little compared to his big and compact body. 'Get on your knees, Willem.' I went to my knees in front of him. My cock stirring, watching his strong, muscular frame. Dave walked to me, stopping inches from my face, his strong beautiful hands on his hips. My eyes stared straight ahead, right into his hairy crotch. I broke into sweat. Horny and excited, tears sprang into my eyes. Dave will not sent me away? Dave inched his strong body forward. His crotch was nearly touching my face. I could smell his strong manly body. I knew what was coming. I hoped for it. 'You want this?' I managed to speak, to mutter a whisper a weak begged 'Yes, Please, please! Dave!' He stroked my smooth chest again, stroking my nipples soft. In a flash he twisted my tits painfully, I groaned, but wanted more. Dave continued to work my nipples, pinching them. 'Don't be scared, you can take everything, Willem.' 'I will, Dave, I will!' A tear started to creep from my cheek. 'I will' Dave edged forward and met my lips for a tender kiss. 'Open your beautiful mouth' I opened up as far as possible, feeling his tongue deeply into my mouth. Feeling in heaven, I let out a moan. Dave brought his huge erect cock close to my face. 'Feel it, Willem' I managed to take his cock in my small hand. Stroking his beautiful monster with one hand. 'Mmmm, that's nice! Open your beautiful mouth' I did as ordered, of course, I wanted to suck on his big monster cock. No doubt about that. Getting my face so close I feel his flat stomach at my forehead, his public bush at my eager lips. My lips parted kissing his cock head. Licking it, without permission or orders. I did what I only had dreamed about. Far away in my room, in another life... miles and ages ago. Licking his pre-cum from his slit. Tasting it, begging for more. I felt Dave his big hands cradle my head gently into position, pulling my mouth toward himself. I felt his cock hardening even more. Encouraged, I licked his pole. It throbbed against my sucking and kissing eager mouth. I licked his big hairy nuts, my head went blank. Dave his big hands guided me towards his big cock again. My lips opened and sucked the head. I sucked it deep, opening my jaws wider ever thought possible. I took his cock head! It was now motionless. I tasted the richness of his pre-cum against my tongue. Dave stroked my air and ears. 'Good boy' He started to hump his hips, gliding his big cock over my tongue. I griped his hips pulling him even closer. Sucking. Dave was fucking my mouth with is big tool, and I could take it ALL! I sucked, hoping to enjoy his cum in my mouth. Begging silently he will not withdraw to leave me alone with my frustration. This has to last forever. My cock was strong and big of excitement, my balls tight from their sac on my excited body, begging for release. I reached between Dave his legs taking his big balls in my small hands. Knowing I wanted his cum in my mouth...! Dave fucked my warm red face with slow strokes. 'Your great' Dave groaned. 'Here it cums! Take it, Swallow it' Dave shove his big tool deep into my mouth. Dave groaned ecstatically, getting my head firm in his big strong hands. Spurts of jism hit my throat. I gasped, but swallowed. 'Yeah, great sucking boy, take my load! I sat there on my knees panting. My own cock was reaching nearly orgasm. Suddenly my dick could not take it no more. I shot the digest load of my life! Just in the air, on my belly, my face, my chin. I grunted loudly. Sucking Dave his big softening cock, licking his juice. I looked up at Dave, this big great man, my face covered with cum. Smiling. I could manage to ask, 'Did I do well, Dave?' He stroked my hair, 'You did great! Willem!' He playfully slapped my balls... 'Empty?' 'For you never!' In the mean time, Jan was between our legs, smiling, to collect all the cum. Will be continued (if you ask) bchaim@hotmail.com ---------------- You liked my story? Do I have to continue? All comments an suggestions are welcome! If you sent more than just a one liner, which are very welcome, no doubt! I will write back if possible (give me time...). bchaim@hotmail.com

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Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 03:08:17 -0800 From: Anon Emus Subject: Late Night with Straights Feedback is appreciated at Anon_Emus_00@hotmail.com. Feedback is appreciated as this is my first story, and I need to know if I'm good at it. Anyway, onto the fun! --- I sat there typing away and glanced at my watch for the seventh time that hour. It was 10:30 at night. Guys in high school should be out partying, drinking, and doing drugs this time on a Saturday, but I had a prior commitment. I was on the yearbook staff and was tediously placing together pages to meet our next week's deadline. Stuck in a room with three other guys, how painfully boring. My name is Andrew, and I'm the Editor-in-Chief of the High School Yearbook. I'm a senior and just turned 18 two weeks ago. The position is great to have on your college applications, but a totally pain in the ass otherwise. Dealing with bullshit photographers, staff writers, and other editors completely sucks. Right now I'm stuck with Aaron, the fine arts editor, Marcus, the photography editor, and Bryan, the sports editor. All three of which are extremely hot and unfortunately extremely straight. Aaron is the most beautiful, in my opinion, of the entire group. He is taller than me by about an inch, around six foot. He has a beautiful tanned body, which goes wonderfully with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Marcus is a Cuban who has a wonderful accent. He's much shorter than I am, by about three inches, but is in gymnastics, so he too has a wonderful body. His best feature, besides his six-pack and inherently huge penis, are his green eyes. Bryan is the jock of the group, playing football, basketball, and baseball. He has a brain as well as brawn and is the tallest of us all. Bryan always wears tight shirts showing off his well-formed muscles, which I'm constantly staring at. I wish I was sucking these guys off, but instead we were just sitting there, typing on our computers. Aaron got up to stretch and crack his back. Out of nowhere, he begins to laugh out loud. "I was supposed to meet my girlfriend two hours ago," Aaron said. Marcus looked up from his computer and laughed at Aaron. He went backed to typing. "She's going to dump you if you continue to treat her like that," Marcus said. I just smiled at the argument that was going to erupt between Aaron and Marcus, and I could sense that Bryan was from the opposite side of the room too. Marcus was always on Aaron's case for treating his girl bad since Marcus was a hopeless romantic. Aaron was always on Marcus's case for being a faggot. Little did Aaron suspect that it wasn't Marcus who wanted his cock. "Yeah, you would like that, just because you want to get in my pants," Aaron retorted. "You wish. I hope your girlfriend dumps you, then I can really please her," Marcus snapped back. Bryan and I just giggled as Aaron was visibly getting red in the face. These showdowns of testosterone were fun to watch, and although Bryan was the manliest of the entire group, he hardly got involved. "Fuck off, Mark. Just because my dad didn't fuck you last night, doesn't mean you don't have to get your panties in a wad," yelled Aaron, angrily. Marcus jumped out of his chair, red in the face, pushing Aaron back. "I'm not a fucking faggot, you're probably the pansy here!" I turned around, shocked. Marcus and Aaron always quibbled back and forth, but this time it looked like there was going to be an all out fist fight. Bryan saved the day and got up. He pushed Aaron aside, and put his arm around Marcus. "Relax you guys, who cares if anyone here is a fag, I don't. Fags give great blow jobs." "What the fuck?" exclaimed Marcus and Aaron at the same time. I didn't know whether to laugh out loud or join their astonishment. I just continued typing on my computer, pretending that I was doing some work. "You guys know Nathan, right? He's on the basketball team, tall guy?" Bryan questioned. "Yeah, of course we do..." answered Aaron. Bryan began his tale: "Well, last year, Coach was going through the lockers because he got a report that someone had pot, and he opens up Nathan's locker, and there is this gay faggot porn mag. He got embarrassed and he quit the team because all the guys gave him shit about it. A couple months later I'm at his house doing some lame project, and the guy starts telling me about how he's all gay and stuff. It's all cool, and then he tells me that he had this major crush on me! I start freaking out, but I'm cool with it and all. Well anyways, we didn't finish the project, so I decide to spend the night. He starts acting all girlie, and he wants to play Truth or Dare. I knew he wanted to suck my cock, and I hadn't had any action for a while. So I dared him to give me head. He nearly ripped off my shorts, and swallowed my cock whole. He fucking blew me and then swallowed my load. Best fucking blow job I've ever had." Through the entire tale, I began to fill my cock stirring in my pants and began to get semi-erect. I'd fucked around with Nathan before, and so I knew his story was probably true. Marcus threw Bryan's arm off him, and started cussing him out. "Bullshit that happened! Nathan is the fuckingest straightest guy I know!" "Then you don't know bullshit, because that fucker gave me good head. And he also told me other queers that give good head too," Bryan smirked, and I could feel his eyes staring at me. I began to type faster, and he walked over to me, and placed both of his arms on my shoulders. "Nathan said that Daniel here is queer too. I didn't think so, but I've seen the way he checks out my bod when I'm wearing my tight shirts," stated Bryan, half-jokingly and half with an ulterior motive. I was in a predicament. If I stood up to defend my manliness, my boner would show, and if I said something to defend myself, my nervousness would come off and my voice would crack of something. I decided just to do the latter, since standing up would be like sealing my fate. "Bullshit I'm gay..." I said with no certainty whatsoever. "Oh my god, you're fag, Daniel? You want to suck my cock?" asked Aaron. "I already told ya: NO!" I was getting nervous, but turned on at the same time. Then, Bryan outright exposed me. With his hands clamped around my shoulders he picked me up and turned me around, showing all three of them my boner. I tried to cover up, and I sat down in another chair, but this time facing all three of them. "He is a fag!" Marcus exclaimed, "So, Daniel, you gonna suck our cocks?" I blushed, and I tried to say no, but the next thing I knew Bryan was undoing his belt buckle. His shorts dropped down to his knees, and all he was wearing was boxers. He grinned from ear to ear, and he pulled his cock out of his boxer slit. Aaron and Marcus continued to grin the whole time. Bryan advanced, and began to stroke his cock. It was massive soft, about 4 inches, and as he approached me it got harder and harder. He stood in front of me, which his rod. Hard, it had to of been 8 inches long and 6 inches around. Nathan's prick was 7 and a half inches, but that was nothing compared to this monster. "You going to suck my rod?" Bryan asked, already knowing the answer. "Yes, sir." I replied. Aaron and Marcus got a kick out of this, and then began to giggle. I saw that they had hardons growing in their pants, and they pulled up a chair, rubbing their cocks through their pants in anticipation for their turn. I fell down to my knees, and wrapped my mouth around Bryan's cock. I started sucking the head and about two inches down the shaft, but that wasn't good enough for him, as he put his hands behind my head and shoved my mouth all the way down his rod, until I was pressed against his boxers. I gagged at first, and tried to pull off, but he forced me on. "Relax, faggot. Just let your throat widen. You like cock, don't you?" Aaron and Marcus laughed and I looked over at them. Marcus had pulled down his pants and was stroking his Cuban prick, but Aaron continued to feel his cock through his jeans. Bryan caught me looking at Marcus, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and slapped me with it hard across my face. This caused Aaron and Marcus to start laughing hysterically. "You fucking look at your master when they are giving you what you want. You understand?" Bryan shouted. "Yes sir, I will do whatev..." I didn't have time to finish, and he shoved my mouth down his shaft again. I looked up at him, but his eyes were rolled back in his head as he started to fuck my face. He pulled back until his head was at the tip of my mouth, and then plunged all the way back in. He grabbed my hair with both his hands, and pulled it tight as I sucked his cock. Tears began to well up in my eyes from the invasion of my throat, but I was enjoying it so much. Everytime his head was at the top of my mouth, I'd like the shaft all around, right before it slammed to my tonsils. "You like that, don't ya fucker? You've fantasized about this a lot, huh? Yeah, suck my fucking cock." Bryan shoved it deep in, and then pulled it halfway and began to jerk himself off. His hand hit my face over and over again as I slurped on the tip of his head and halfway up his shaft, which tasted great. He started jerking harder and I could feel him tense up. I knew he was about to cum, and he shoved my head further down his cock. He started blowing a huge load, and I gagged again. Some of it started dripping out of my mouth, and he shoved me farther down his cock. "If I give you my fucking cum, you better drink it faggot." Bryan shouted. He shot five more times, and I slurped it all down. Bryan took his cock out of my mouth, and then he slapped me with it a couple more times. I stayed on my knees as Marcus approached. I went to suck his prick, but he held out his hand. "Nah, I don't want you to suck me...I want to fuck your ass." My eyes lit up, as my hole was virgin. This was turning out to be one crazy night. * TO BE CONTINUED *

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Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2000 03:48:27 +0000 From: Daddy Rain Subject: A Mouth to Remember January 8 2000 - (Gay [M], BDSM undertones, Oral) Comments (Please send!); And/or Requests for other stories: DaddyRain@crosswinds.net =-----------------= A Mouth to Remember By Daddy Rain A truly dedicated sub is hard to come by these days. My first boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cumslut so fabulously. I used to especially enjoy the nights when I'd sit relaxing in my overstuffed armchair after dinner with my pipe, and he'd come crawling over to my chair, beautifully naked with his collar jingling, to kneel at my feet and stroke my cock while I read my paper. After a while I could tell he was quite excited and I'd often times reward him with a brief rubbing of his crotch, which he'd respond to with a lovely little whimper. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire. After removing my hand from between his slim thighs, he would reach to lift my robe from my knees to allow his head access to my balls. I'd spread my legs a bit so he'd know that I wished him to continue, but left them close enough together to make him have to bend his entire body over my lap. His cock would slap up against my knees as he lapped hungrily at my scrotum. He had such a pretty mouth, my boy did; big full lips with a wide, inviting aperture - perfect for sucking me off as I so enjoyed. He'd suck my balls with such a fervor that I'd feel myself trembling, trying to maintain my composure as I read the paper, feeling the pressure mount in my loins. I'd hear him suckling away like a hungry piglet, watching him use one of his slick hands to pump my shaft in rhythm with his sucking. I'd begin to rock my hips, and drop the paper to take hold of his head and guide his mouth to wrap around my cock, now throbbing and twitching. Groaning loudly, I'd push his head futher down my shaft with each thrust, nearly ready to explode as his experienced tongue swirled around the head. All at once I would feel the pressure mounting at such an enormous rate that I would barely have time to ram his head violently into my crotch and hold it firmly in place, impaling his face with my member and listening to the wonderful gagging noises he'd emit as I blew my load down his tight contracting throat. He'd gurgle, and adding to my enjoyment, he'd cum all over my feet as I'd pull my cock out of his mouth, dribbling a bit of excess cum down his chin. What a sight, my little slut, full to the brim with Daddy's juices, and emptied of his own. With a satiated sigh, I'd pull him up onto my lap and kiss him full on the mouth, sucking at his lips to taste remains of myself. DaddyRain@crosswinds.net =----------------------=

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Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2002 10:11:52 -0800 (PST) From: Frat Bro Subject: Caught Sniffing His Socks In the Locker Room Here's a story a buddy of mine wrote for me a while ago about what he was going to do to me when he caught me in the locker room. If you like the story, or if you're into these things, let me know. frat_bro01@yahoo.com. I have a couple more to share too. ********************* Caught Sniffing His Socks in the Locker Room by soxstud So I come walking in from the weight room and I look over to my locker and I see this dude sniffing some old socks and holding some tennis shoes that look like mine -- the ones I wore to the gym before I changed into my work out clothes. I think to myself damn, I must of be mistaken maybe I am on the next row of lockers as I walk through the locker room I notice no one else is in there and that you in fact are sniffing my old dirty socks and shoes that I had wore to the gym so I go over and lock the door so no one else can come in. You never noticed me before because your were to much into the socks. So now I walk right up behind you and see that you ve got a huge bugle in your sweats and a precum spot developing, and I finally say "damn you relly like those nasty socks dontcha buddy!!" You nearly jump out of your sweats and your embarased to death you start appologizing and saying that its not what it looks like. SO I say I know, you just so happened to have a boner while buring your face in my nasty socks. Then I ask you what would of happened if one of my buddy s caught you doing this, would they think you and me were in it together. Well I tell you that sorry is not good enough and that you owe me. You keep appologizing and I tell that its either getting your ass kicked or sucking my dick and which one will it be. You tell me neither and start to walk out right when you pass by me I grab a hand full of your hair and pull you down to the bench ripping your tank off and then I cram your face in my sweaty shorts and tell you to take a wiff, you start trying to fight so I punch you in the gut hard and you lay over while you are trying to recoop I remove my shorts and underwear, when you finally get the strength to look up you feel my grab your hair again and i pull you right up against my balls and tell you to lick and you start to comply, my crotch is really rank and sweaty because of my work out after awhile of this I tell you that I am going to fuck your face and that I am going to be in complete control, as I say this I began to tie your hands to each side of the bench whith my jumping rope. Next thing you know your tied down on the bench legs apart and hands on boths sides of the bench fully secure. I walk right up to your face and slap you you with my dick, and I tell you to tell me how bad you want it and you tell me to fuck off, I ask you to repeat what you just said and as soon you open your mouth to say it I stick half my dick into your mouth I grab both sides of your head with fists full of hair and tell you we can do this the hard way or the easy way but either way I am going to fuck your mouth boy and maybe your ass unless you do a good job. So you comply, I tell you to look me straight in the eyes and don t look down, you notice I remove one of my hands and you cant tell what I am doing, from the corner of your eyes you see me lay something white accros the top of my dick right up next to my pubic hair then I grab back the hand full of hair and start sliding in deeper to your mouth. you start to gag so I pull out and then pull your face deeper into my crotch you start to smell something realy bad then I pull your face off again and tell you to hold on and I pull your face all the way into my crotch my dick going all the way down your throat then you noticed I have laid my sweaty sock on the top of my dick and your nose is resting up against my pubes and sock. On every stroke you gag and smell my sock, then I stop buried all the way in your mouth and tell you to lick my balls while my dick is buried in your throat. I then ask you if you would like to breath and you look at me with pleading eyes so I back off a little then I tell you its time for you to eat some come and I start fucking your face hard over the next ten min. your jaws become sore and I noticed that you have already come twice and I start to boil over, you feel my dick grow larger in your throat as it begans to twitch I pull half way out and you feel your mouth get hit by th first wad, then sec, third, forth, and fifth I tell you to swallow or you will be sorry. As I pull out of your mouth still coming I shoot on your face and you start to spit out my come, so I slap my dick across your face a few times and I tell you that your going to be sorry and tell you to get cleaned up because I am taking you home with me.

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Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 19:00:56 -0800 From: TopLegal Subject: "Iroppoi Herususentaa (Part 2)" (MM, Mind-Control) Part 2 ====== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Opera with Webster-san ---------------------- Tim led the way to his private box at the opera. I meekly followed a step behind submissively. When we arrived he had me sit down next to him and promptly unzipped my pants and whipped my cock out from my underwear like it was second nature. I sat there calmly and allowed this to happen without even flinching. "So Patrick, it seems like your training is progressing well," Tim commented as he stroked my cock into a frenzy. "You must feel quite embarrassed and powerless to be out in public and having your privates fondled." He was right, I was embarrassed, but somehow despite that I had no ability, or even will power to move away from Tim's control. "Oh, and Patrick," Tim continued, "I know you might get a bit excited as I continue this hand job, but I expect you to make absolutely no sounds." His words were like a command. Suddenly I found myself completely unable to make a sound. Tim laughed quietly at my predicament, "oh and one other command Patrick, despite my work on your cock, you will ~not~ orgasm until the very end and you ~will~ pay close attention to the opera no matter what I do to you." I nodded, but made no sound. Not cumming was slightly easier than I expected, but focusing on the opera was more difficult. Tim would squeeze my balls painfully or tweak my nipples through my shirt at the most in opportune moments and yet I had to try to keep my eyes and ears on stage. The whole experience was awful. Strange thing was that I felt a bit schizophrenic about the whole thing. The Patrick Cody I had always been hated the torment. The Patrick Cody I was becoming loved every minute of my escort duties for Webster-san and relished each of the tweaks he found to drive me crazy. Just as I contemplated my schizophrenia, the opera came to a close and I shot a massive load of cum onto the floor in front of me. Tim released my cock and applauded the performance. I was worn out and remained seated in my chair with my now limp dick dangling between my legs. "Patrick," Tim said, "I hope you enjoyed the opera since I've purchased your escort services for every performance this season." I nodded appreciatively, but remained sitting impassively. "Tsk, tsk," Tim said, "look at the time and you haven't even taken your evening dose of the mind control pills." With the mention of my vitamin supplement, I suddenly felt nauseous for not having taken my evening dose. I reached into my pocket and found the maindokontorooru pirus and then quickly took one and immediately felt better. Tim chuckled again, "well the training at the club is top notch; put your dick away and lets go back to the limo." I immediately put my cock back in my tuxedo pants and stood up to follow Tim out to the limo. He led the way and again I followed meekly, a step behind him. In the limo, Tim gave some directions to the driver in Japanese which I could not quite understand and then raised the partition. "Just so you know Patrick, once your training is over I won't have any special claim to you," Tim said, "but for now as your sponsor, I get free use of you within certain guidelines." I nodded. Limo Ride --------- "You can talk freely as long as you remain respectful Patrick." "Webster-san, domo arigatou gozaimasu," I responded politely. "Good," Tim continued, "a bottom costs about $200,000 to train. Members pay those costs as their final initiation fee, I won't become a full 'top' member until your training is complete." "Two hundred thousand?" Tim snorted, "your wardrobe alone was a significant chunk of that." I looked down at my gorgeous Rolex watch. "But you are wondering about the rest, well the medicines and inoculations against the diseases are expensive and the psychoactive training drugs come at a great cost as well." "Webster-san, is that why when you told me not to speak I could not open my mouth?" "Exactly Patrick, you are being injected every time you go to the club with massive doses of a mind control drug and then subjected to extensive programming sessions. The pills are boosters that raise your brain's sensitivity to the drug itself." "Why?" Tim grabbed me from the seat across from him and sprawled me over his lap and smacked my bottom firmly five times and then said, "Politeness, Patrick." Then I was shoved back off his lap. "Sorry Webster-san; what I meant was Webster-san, why are you programming me?" "Actually, whether you can believe this or not, your selection as the bottom being paid for with my initiation dues was complete chance." "Really Webster-san?" "Does that make you feel better about becoming a sex-worker, bottom?" "Yes." Tim chuckled again, "I really did not expect it to be anyone I knew. I only found out while you were undergoing your first treatment." "Feel guilty?" Apparently he did not, because I was hauled over his lap again for impoliteness. After the spanking was finished I quickly apologized: "Sorry Webster-san." "Not a problem, anyhow, the fact that it is you is irrelevant once the first three months of training are finished since you and I will only have the most general contacts." "But till then... Webster-san?" "We will be having quite a bit of contact." "I look forward to it Webster-san," I said the words but could not believe they had come out of my mouth. Sex --- We pulled up two blocks from the graduate apartments and I followed Tim out. "Follow at my side and respond normally to any law school chums." I took a step forward and walked along side Tim and into our apartment building. We took the elevator to my floor and I let the two of us into my apartment. "Strip," Tim said firmly and I wanted to resist and yet I could not. Instead I stripped naked and stood in front of him helpless to resist anything he might demand. There was no condom, Tim forced himself onto me in a mad passion. We were barely inside the door and I was tackled on the floor and the part of my body and mind that wanted to struggle was completely unable to achieve any movement. Tim fucked me passionately and was clearly enjoying the bareback sex. I found my body responding to please his needs and was helpless to resist. He achieve orgasm quickly and stood up and walked out leaving me on the floor like a used garment. I fell asleep naked on the floor crying with Tim's cum filling my ass. I woke up the next morning with a bad headache and a burning desire to take my vitamin supplement. The previous evening's events were hazy. I could remember being at the opera with Tim and that was about it. I took my pill and felt better. Dream Walker ------------ The rest of Sunday was completely uneventful and the next day would be the start of my internship with the public defender. I decided to shower the night before and while I was showering my tattoos seemed to glow faintly. But the more I tried to stare at them the more nauseous I became. Then I got the bright idea to force myself to remember my visits to the club and only succeeded in vomiting. Deterred and frustrated at my predicament as a drug controlled sex slave there was very little I could do to fight back that did not induce tremendous waves of nausea. Finally I set upon a plan. I had been able to train myself to remember and write down my dreams. I cued myself to dream about my training at the Iroppoi Herususentaa and then lay down to go to sleep. I woke the next morning at 0400 and found two pages of notes in my dream code. I took the notes with me to the kitchen and popped my maindokontorooru piru without even thinking about it. At the table I pulled out my laptop and transcribed my dream notes. It was devastating. The most devastating aspect was that I could not see an out. Even reading the instructions reinforced their power over me. I found myself shredding the paper on which I recorded my dreams and deleting the files on my laptop. Then I vomited all over the table and felt like shit for being a sex-slave and worse still for trying to decode my programming. Public Defender --------------- I cleaned myself up and then got dressed for my new job. At the public defenders office the next morning I involved myself totally in learning about my internship and put all of the thoughts about the club out of my mind. It wasn't until lunch time when I crossed paths with Tim in the courthouse cafeteria that the club came back to my mind. "Hey Cody, how you doing," he said jovial as ever. "Nauseous." "Just relax, working in court will become second nature." "Not that." "Oh," Tim said, "sorry, I actually am finding this pretty nerve wracking." "Nah, the court stuff is a piece of cake, I will get lead on the bail hearings for petty felonies this afternoon. It's this club stuff." "Is it bothering you?" "Yes," I said a bit too loudly for the cafeteria. Tim offered, "Patrick just go talk to Lane if you aren't feeling well about your workout?" Something about what he said calmed me immensely. I decided that I would go straight from work to the club and talk to Lane Tanaka about how I was feeling. I popped one of the maindokontorooru piru and Tim and I finished by talking only about our mornings. Tim was finding the whole experience at the DA completely unnerving, but I was actually doing fine. I mused, some of the training from the club was generally helpful for helping me deal with a new situation like my job. We parted ways and as promised by my mentoring attorney I got to serve as lead on the bail hearings. It felt good to be in the lead again and at the end of the hearing the assistant DA commented to my mentor that I had performed well. My mentor commented, "Good work Patrick, the hard part is continuing to care after many years." "Thanks Nancy, how long have you been doing this?" "Ten years." "Do you still believe in what you are doing?" "Most days, yes. I work out every evening to let off steam and that helps a lot." "Cool, I'm going to hit my club actually." "Enjoy," Nancy said as she took her briefcase and left the courtroom. I paused briefly and then followed her example. Club ---- I reached the club around five and remembered to take my pill on the bus ride over. At the club the same receptionist as always greeted me and invited me to sit for Tanaka-san. When Lane finally emerged over an hour had passed and he guided me upstairs. "Sit, sit, Cody-san." "Thanks, I've just been feeling very nauseous." "Cody-san, that is terrible, Thompson-san had a similar problem during his training. He fought the training drugs the longest of any boy in the history of the clubs worldwide: one year." "I don't want to work here, I want my life back." "Cody-san, let's look at some basic facts here, you ~did~ fill out the application of your own free will, no?" "Yes." "And you came here to the club for the first time of your own free will, no?" "Yes, but then you drugged me and my life has been upside down ever since." Lane sighed, "we only want willing bottoms at this club if you don't want this job we can give it to someone else. We get hundreds of applications a week, we only select the best. You have the potential to beat even William Thompson. But the best are always difficult." "So if I say I want to leave I can just leave?" "Yes, we would of course have to deprogram you." "And if I stay?" "You will make a generous living, have fine clothing, and enjoy more sex than most men ever dream about." "For how long?" "Most bottoms stay with us three-to-five years and then move on into a relationship with a client who must then resign the club or become a staff member." "What about Tim, I mean Webster-san, did he really have no idea I would be his trainee?" "Cody-san, no initiate knows who their payments will bring in, the situation with you and Webster-san is unfortunate. By the time I realized the mistake it was too late to adjust course as your programming was underway." The needle went in. I woke up in a small white prison cell in a cold sweat. "Let me out!" The lights began to flicker and an audio track in Japanese came on. I passed out again. The next thing I knew I was walking out of the club in a clean suit towards work and took a moment to pop my pill. Seeking Help ------------ On the way to work I resolved to extricate myself from the club. I was assigned as a clerk in a capital case going to trial and lost track of time. By the time I finished the day I found myself heading back to the club. I did not want to go but I felt like I had no choice. At the club Lane spent two hours making me practice a variation of the squat thrust technique with a dildo and then with his own cock. As we parted he commented that I was showing potential to be a better bottom than Thompson again. That made me feel good. I got home around 2100 and remembered my earlier thought and decided to try an ex-boyfriend for help. "Hey Raiza," I said over the phone. "Patrick?" "Yeah, sorry to call so late, but I could use a hand," I stammered, my nausea started to set in, but I steeled myself, "can I come over?" "Patrick we broke up three months ago and not so much as a call and now you want me to drop everything so you can come over?" "I need help Raiza, I'm in trouble," I said as I vomited into my trashcan. "Are you vomiting?" "Yes, please," I said and started to cry. "Ok, stay put, I'll be over." I put down the phone and curled up crying in bed until the phone rang again with security asking me to sign Raiza in. We hugged warmly and he came up to my apartment. It was close to midnight already, "Look Raiza, you may not believe anything I'm about to tell you but it is the truth, and I need help, and you are the only person I trust to help me." Raiza's emotions at that moment were indecipherable. A young Arab from Saudi Arabia raised in a strict Islamic family but educated in the West, Raiza had always been an enigma. Our relationship had failed when he had been overcome with self-loathing about being gay. "I'm here Patrick and I'm listening." "Ok, I signed up to join a health club." "FUCK! You hauled me across town cause you are too wimpy to get out of a health club contract!" "NO, Please Raiza, listen," I pleaded. "Is this some fucking mind trick to trick me into living a disgusting faggot lifestyle?" "RAIZA," I screamed his name and pounded my fists into his chest and then vomited bile. He helped me to the bathroom and let me explain about the situation. "What a mess Patrick," he remarked as he looked down at the floor to avoid making eye contact. "You always had to be on top with me, I never knew you would take it up the ass." "Raiza there is a lot more to this then whether I'll take it up my ass." "True," he commented, "so what should I do kidnap you and tie you down until you go cold turkey on their programming or something?" I thought about it, it was not as crazy as it seemed. "Well maybe if you came with me you could make them put me back to normal?" "Maybe they could help me stop being gay?" "Raiza they seem to be more into the gay business than into making people straight. Plus once they drug you." "Ok, well let's go together and perhaps we can straighten out your situation. I'll meet you at the courthouse at four?" "Great," I said, "and thanks Raiza, maybe we could try being friends again?" "Patrick you know how hard it is for me to reconcile my upbringing with my sexual and emotional needs for male relationships." "Fair enough, I can sleep on the couch, you take the bed." "Who says I'm staying?" "It's one in the morning Raiza." "Fair enough," he said leaving the room and taking my bed. I curled up on the couch. Frontal Assault --------------- Making it through the day was challenging and despite my best efforts my attempts to avoid taking the mind control drugs that masqueraded as vitamins was unsuccessful. When Raiza arrived in the courtroom, my anxiety level actually climbed rather than dropped. I broke into a sweat as Raiza approached. "You ok Patrick?" "Just nervous, you?" "Yeah a bit, you look awful though." "Let's get this over with." Raiza hailed a cab and we were dropped off in front of the club. I was drenched with sweats and in terror. "We don't have to do this Patrick." "I want to be free." "Ok," Raiza said as he guided me into the club. 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Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 01:43:14 -0000 From: joesslut joesslut Subject: Make Me Your Slut (M/m) You read my story on the internet and something about it appeals to you right away. Your cock tingles as you read about this young man who wants to be controlled by you. I provide you with my e-mail address, so you write me a quick note. You don't have much to say...you know what you want and you know that telling me what to do is what I want. So you write " Respond to me SLUT". Your pulse races as you begin this chase. Will I respond to you. Did I receive many replies and was yours the right one? Were you too degrading to call me a slut so quickly. Your questions are answered when you get my reply. "Yes Master". Your confidence builds as you know that I enjoy being degraded. You send another message demanding more information about me. You learn that I am 35 and have a girlfriend. You learn that I am a high school teacher. You learn that I have never been in a homosexual relationship but have fantasized about being dominated by a gay male for many years. You learn that I am Asian, have a good physical body, am very intelligent and do not act gay. You also ask for personal information such as what is my deepest fantasy and what part of my body when touched makes me lose control? You learn that what turns me on is to be humiliated and degraded. I tell you that my nipples when pinched and anything inserted into my mouth makes me lose control. Being told this information you now know how you will be able to capture me. You now know how you will be able to control me and You now know I will become your Slut. You are very pleased so you write me another note. "You have pleased your Master very well SLUT. You will become mine very easilty. Tomorrow, you will make yourself available for my commands. I will send you your commands into a chat room. They will start at 12:00 noon. Get e-mail in your home and make sure no one is around." Your cock gets hard when I write back saying "Yes Master". At 12:00, the next day you send the first command. "Strip!" You imagine what I would look like stripping for you. How I will do whatever you tell me to do. "I am nude for you Master" you read. Your next command is "Pinch your Nipples." Followed by "Harder, SLUT! Your hands are now my hands." You know that this is the type of humiliation that turns me on and will make me yours. You ask if I am turned on. I reply Yes, Master. Your next command is "Get on your knees in front of the computer screen" "Play with yourself like the whore that you are...but do not come!" You ask me "Are you playing with yourself you little slut?" I reply "Yes". "Do you want to come for me, my plaything?", you tease me. I reply "Yes, Master" You then say "Beg for it like a whore" I type back "Please Master, Please let me come" "Pinch your nipples harder SLUT", is your next command. I do. "Beg again", you command. "Please Master", I continue", please let your slut come" But you don't let me come. You imagine me on my knees just as you commanded and touching myself but only allowed to come when you say so. This gives you a sense of power that excites you. You tell me to write back and describe how I feel. I tell you that I am very excited and enjoy being under your control. "Good Little SLUT" you write back. You then command me to get something big and long around the house and suck on it like it was your cock. I get a banana from the kitchen. You imagine how my tongue is your servant. How it longs and lives to please you. How it goes up and down on your cock and gently sucks your balls. You tell me to do this but I am not allowed to touch my cock. You now wait for about 10 minutes as you know that the longer you wait the more out of control I am. You then tell me "Pinch Your Nipples My Little Cocksucker". "Put my imaginary cock deeper into your mouth" "That's a good boy" Pinch your nipples Harder SLUT. Your body belongs to me! Tell me your body belongs to me!" You know you have me under your control when I write back "My body belongs to you Master. My body belongs to you Master. My body belongs to you Master." You are very pleased with me, your slut. You are very pleased with how I responded. You are very pleased with how much control you have over me already. However, you also know that in order to truly capture me, you will have to control me in other ways. One of these ways is to control who I have sex with. You know that by forcing me to have sex with whoever you choose and forcing me to not have sex with my girlfriend will strengthen your control. You tell me that you are very pleased with me and that you will let me come if I promise to do 2 things. I tell you "Yes Master, Whatever you want" You tell me that if I break this promise, then you will not write to me again. I tell you that I will not break this promise. The two promises are that 1) I will always be honest with you and 2) I am not to have sex with my girlfriend again till you say so. You do not get a response back from me as you know that this is a pivotal point. This pleases you because you know that I am taking these promises seriously. You know that if I agree to these promises I will not break them. You are very happy when I type back "Yes Master". You ask me if I am busy tomorrow. I reply Yes. You then tell me to cancel all my plans and to be available again for you tomorrow at 12:00 noon. You enjoy your sense of power as I reply "Yes Master" You know how much power you have gained in your first day. You write back saying "Good Slut, Come for me now!" You then logoff, not joining me as I come. This is your show of humiliation... you show me that you really don't care if I come or not... that my pleasure is not ours to share....that your pleasure comes in controlling me and in humiliating me. You just know that the next day at noon I will be waiting for your next command like a dog waiting for his Master to come home.

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Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2002 15:02:26 -0800 From: TopLegal Subject: "Iroppoi Herususentaa" (MM, Mind-Control) Part 1 Iroppoi Herususentaa: Part 1 ============================ By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Application ----------- "Hey Patrick," Tim called out, "are you ready for our property final?" I was sitting in the cafeteria at the law school focused on the more immediate civil procedure exam and responded to Tim, "let's get through civ-pro first." "Good point," Tim said as he sat down at my table. "Where do you work out Tim?" "I just use the university's gym." I nodded, "It's just that I've heard the new gym near the dorms is supposed to be out of this world." Tim snickered, "Yeah out of this world expensive; it is over a thousand a month." "Oh, they did not have prices on their web site." "Patrick, you will be working out at the school gym for the rest of law school." I shrugged. I had filled out the gym application last night and figured I had nothing to lose. The application itself had been quite long, and unusually prying. I guess in the "euphoria" of finals at law school, submitting naked pictures for a gym membership seemed like a fun lark. Email ----- A few days after that conversation with Tim, I was up late finishing my last review of criminal law for the final and received a peculiar email: > Cody-san > > As for your request for application to our health club, we would > be most humbly appreciative if you would pay us a visit tomorrow > at two. > > Lane Tanaka, Membership Director > > Iroppoi Herususentaa The awkward English of the whole thing surprised me, but my interest was more piqued than before. I thought through the timing. My criminal law final would be over by noon. The post-finals party did not start till five. Two was spot on. I replied: > Tanaka-san: > > Thank you, I will be at the front desk at two. > > Patrick Cody Iroppoi Herususentaa -------------------- I finished my final and had lunch at the cafeteria with Tim. For some reason, I decided not to mention the health club. We dissected the final and then around one, I left for the dorm to grab my gym bag and make my way to the health club. I arrived a few minutes early and was greeted in the lobby by a young man. "Konichiwa Cody-san," the man said as I entered. If I had an iota of common sense I would have turned and run at that point, but I simply waved back and sat down on the only chair in the waiting area. Two guys came in a few minutes later and were each greeted by name and buzzed through a wood door without showing any sort of membership card. I was left waiting for a bit and noticed the strongly Japanese style influences throughout the room and artwork. "Konichiwa Cody-san," a new voice said from behind me, "I am Lane Tanaka." I turned to see an extremely handsome, young, white man, who clearly worked out daily. I extended my hand to meet his and greeted him back. "Cody-san, let us go to my office," Lane offered as he extended an arm to point towards a smaller, now open, door that was camouflaged in a side wall. I led the way and he followed shutting the door behind me. We walked up a flight of stairs and into a small, windowless office. "Cody-san, please sit down." I did. "Cody-san, our committee reviewed your application closely and was quite excited to extend an offer of membership to you." "But," I started. "Please Cody-san, allow me to explain, we have many membership classes here at the club and you will be at a rate that is most accommodating of your situation." "Oh." "Not to worry Cody-san, can I take the required blood draw now?" "Uh, sure," I said, vaguely recalling some discussion of that on the web site. Lane came around and got chatty with me about how the club was owned by a Japanese consortium and the staff was required to use certain polite terms and language. He really set me at ease so much so that I did not notice the syringe in my arm until it was too late. "Relax Cody-san," Lane instructed as he removed the syringe and inserted the phlebotomy cup to draw my blood. The strange thing was that I had not already gotten out of the chair and run screaming from the club. "Stand up now Cody-san," Lane instructed and I did. "Take your clothing off and put this swim suit on," he said handing me a pink Speedo bathing suit. After putting the bathing suit on, I felt quite sexy. "Let's head down to the floor," he said leading me out a different exit from his office and down a longer staircase which opened into a hallway with a set of pictures lining the wall. "This is the main corridor to the locker room, we have the schedules of all of the bottom-boys along the walls Lane said pointing out a photo and corresponding schedule. We walked closer to the locker room and he showed me my picture, which had an "In Training" sign below it. If I had anything to say, I was unable to say it. Whatever drug he had injected me with was leaving me quite out of control. "Don't worry Cody-san, we will provide you plenty of training before you are part of the schedule, pink indicates trainees, black tops, white bottoms, blue employees. Sex with employees is forbidden. Bottoms are paid for by the tops and are 100% available to all tops. Sex is as instructed by the top. As a club rule, we do not permit condoms. Presently we have 18 bottom-boys. You will be nineteen. We have 100 top-members and prefer to have 20 bottom boys, but there is always turnover. There are five employees." I found myself propelled down the corridor and inside a stunning indoor swimming pool with a glass roof. I noticed that it was dark outside and realized that I had been at the club longer than I suspected. Lane gave me no time to think about that and guided me to a starting block and was quite loose and free about touching my body as he positioned me to take a dive. "Give me five laps." I dived in without question and gave Lane five laps. I got out and noticed that several men in black suits were eying me closely and one was even talking to Lane. "Ah, Cody-san," Lane said, "allow me to introduce Wolf-san one of our more junior tops." Almost instinctively, I bowed slightly and greeted Wolf-san in Japanese: "Konichiwa Wolf-san." Wolf-san grabbed my groin and felt up my cock without asking. I just stood there impassively and allowed him to do so. He commented to Tanaka-san, "Amazing how quick the first programming session takes in these boys Tanaka-san." Tanaka-san responded, "Quite, but we still like to allow three months for training to ensure that the boys are capable of fully enjoying their jobs." Wolf-san leaned in close to me and forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed me roughly. "See you in three-months Patrick," he said and walked away. Lane smiled at me, "he his quite looking forward to fucking your ass. He says you 'ring his bell.'" I nodded meekly and followed Tanaka-san from the pool area to the workout room. A pink jockstrap and matching shoes and socks were sitting by the entrance and without prompting I changed from the bathing suit to that outfit in front of the room. About six guys in black jockstraps were working out and there were two guys in white jockstraps working out. Lane guided me through an intensive cardio workout and commented, "of course when you are working you need to interrupt your workout for the tops." As he helped me up from one of the machines I saw a bottom doing squats onto a top's rigid, bare cock. "That bottom is William Thompson, he is one of our best. The squat move is his signature and none of the other guys have the upper body strength and control to do squats like that on another guy's shaft. Makes him quite popular. We had to place some limits on the tops to ensure he did not get worn out." I nodded approvingly and followed Lane back to his office. Back in Lane's office I willingly let him give me another injection. Dorm ---- "Ok, Cody-san, see you same time tomorrow," Lane said as he helped me out into the dark street. All I was holding was a small bottle of pills in one hand and a membership card in the other. For a second I thought it was strange that it was late out, but then it passed. I looked at the card and aside from my picture and my name "Patrick Cody", the rest was in incomprehensible Japanese characters. Same for the pill bottle. My name was printed on a label, but the description of the pill was in Japanese. I remembered Lane explaining it was a special vitamin supplement, maindokontorooru piru. I was to take it three times a day. I took my evening dose, shoved the bottle and card in my pocket and then decided to walk over to the party. Nobody but Tim noticed I was late, and a quick excuse about falling asleep from exhaustion made complete sense to him. In the morning, I quickly regretted getting piss drunk. My head was throbbing and Tim was laying naked next to me. "About time we fucked," he commented as I opened my eyes. I kissed him, "Suppose so, but don't get any ideas about love or relationships." "Of course not," he said as he pushed me out of bed onto the cold floor. I landed unceremoniously and looked up at him. Tim and I had made winks but never fooled around seriously, now in our piss-drunk stupor we had fucked, or something, last night. Barely awake for even five minutes, I had a strange need to take my vitamins. I scoured the floor for my jeans and reached into the pocket and pulled out the bottle. It was not until I swallowed my morning maindokontorooru piru that I felt ok. Tim was still lounging in bed and called out, "Patrick, I always had you pegged more for the top-type. But man, you sure know how to suck dick and take it up the ass. And you were fucking insatiable." "Well as long as you enjoyed your one and only shot at my ass," I quipped back. "Nah, I'll just get you drunk again." "Fuck you," I said as I headed towards the in-apartment shower. Showering I noticed several characters tattooed on my shoulder. I was torn between which was the odder part, the fact that straight-laced, suburban, white-boy Patrick Cody suddenly had a tattoo or the fact that I could read, and understand, the Japanese characters, they simply said my name: "Patrick Cody" The more I tried to focus on the tattoo, the more I felt disoriented. After a minute, I stopped and took my shower. Tim was standing naked in the bathroom when I stepped out of the shower. "Leave any hot water for me?" "Nah," I retorted, "you'll have to make do with an ice bath." Tim chuckled and stepped past me and into the shower. I dried off and got dressed. I was lying in bed with blue jeans and a white T-shirt when Tim came out, "Any chance of another blow job now that you are sober?" "Scram," I said, "I start my internship at the public defenders on Monday and I don't want my weekend ruined with some lusty teenager who thinks he's in love with me cause we fucked while we were both drunk." "Hey," Tim shot back, "you're the baby here at only twenty-one in law school. As for 'love,' fuck that, I'm just looking for a good fuckbuddy." "Oh, well perhaps from time to time," I commented, "but we are working on opposite sides this summer, and sleeping with the enemy seems so wrong." Tim giggled and finished dressing himself. We kissed warmly and he headed out. I was out the door a few minutes behind him and headed towards a local Nordstrom. In the store I went up to the personal shopper department and gave my name to the clerk who immediately said, "Yes, Mr. Cody... Sorry... Cody-san, we have the items you requested ready for you to try on." I tried to remember calling Nordstrom, but drew a blank. I followed the clerk to a dressing room and tried on a perfectly tailored suits and approved its matching cousins. The suits were followed by dress shirts, then casual pants, casual shirts, jeans, t-shirts, shoes, underwear, every conceivable item of clothing had been selected for me. "Cody-san, would you like us to deliver these to your apartment?" "Yes," I said admiring my body in the mirror wearing some of the casual clothing. "Very good then Cody-san, everything is paid for and will be delivered to your address. Do you have time to pick out your new Rolex?" "Um, sure," I replied. "Very good. You had indicated you were not sure which one you wanted and so I thought it best to show you the range here," he said as he pulled out a small tray filled with gorgeous watches. I gravitated towards one of the chronographs and the salesman gently encouraged me to try it in. "Quite nice Cody-san," he said. I liked it. The salesman said, "why don't you wear that out. All I need you to do is sign the receipt in a moment." "Sure," I said. The salesman disappeared for a minute and returned with a long receipt and a pen. I signed for close to twenty-thousand dollars of merchandise and walked out wearing my new watch. Looking down, I noticed the time and felt a strong need for another one of my vitamins. I took the bottle from my pocket and swallowed another maindokontorooru piru and relaxed again. I took a bus back to the graduate apartments and found that Nordstrom had already delivered much of the merchandise. It took me four trips in the elevator to get all of the bags to my dorm room. By then it was 1330 and I realized I needed to head over to the gym. I checked for my membership card and my vitamins and headed out the door. Second Visit ------------ I arrived at gym two minutes before two and the same receptionist was working. Again I was invited to sit down and wait for Tanaka-san. I tried to detect where the door to Tanaka-san's office was but could not see even the hint of it in the wall. I noticed Wolf-san enter the gym again, he made a point of waving to me. Around 1415, Tanaka-san came down and invited me to his office. "So, Cody-san, did you enjoy your shopping trip?" "Quite Tanaka-san." "Good," he said as he jabbed my arm with a needle. "Today we are going to give you our special inoculations to protect against diseases." Another needle jabbed my arm and I felt hopeless to do anything about it. In all, I received seven injections before I blacked out. I woke up, sort of. It was a very dream like haze. Lane Tanaka was explaining some important instructions to me, but I couldn't fully understand them cognitively. It was as if I was standing outside my body. I knew every word being spoken was resonating with my body, but I would be damned if I could repeat a word of it to you. "Cody-san, let's go down for your workout," Lane said and I suddenly could move. "Ok," I said as I followed him past the hall of bottom-boys towards the swimming pool. "Notice the schedule Cody-san, each bottom is scheduled for three 8-hour shifts a week and four 2-hour shifts." I nodded. In the pool area, I was the only one wearing a pink-trainee Speedo. Again Lane felt free to touch every part of my body in positioning me and training me in how to swim and dive. Again a number of the tops looked on in black Speedos approvingly. As I finished in the pool, I noticed Thompson-san doing his signature squat-thrusts on one of the top's hard cocks. I followed Lane into the workout area and switched to a pink jockstrap for my cardio workout. After we finished this time, Lane showed me the extensive locker room/sauna areas where we found an orgy of about ten members in equal numbers of tops and bottoms. Wolf-san was standing to the side watching the orgy and stroking his dick off. He smiled at me and when we walked by he tweaked my nipple. I bowed politely and thanked him before moving on. It just made sense. By the time I left the gym again, it was close to midnight and I quickly took my vitamin and then headed back to the dorm. There was a message on my machine from Tim inviting me to meet him at a bar. I ignored it and hit the sack. In the morning, I woke up to a phone call that at first I could not understand. Then I quickly found myself responding to the call in Japanese. The call ended immediately and when I tried to remember what I said my head hurt. I took my vitamin and forgot about it. In the bathroom, I noticed another tattoo, this time on my other shoulder. This was also in Japanese characters and read something like, "Treated - Disease Free - 5/19/2003." I shrugged and took a shower. Wearing my new clothing and watch felt great and I felt sad that I had no workout for the Saturday. Tim --- Tim stopped by around 1000 and talked his way in. "Stood me up last night." "We are ~not~ dating." "Ok, but still, you could have called." "I was out." "Anyhow, I get a free blowjob for you standing me up." "I'm not stupid Tim, we just fucked last night you can't possibly be that horny already." "Pent up needs," he responded. I supposed that made some sense. Tim had not dated, or fooled around, all semester. I on the other hand had been through five different guys in series. "If we are going to do this fuckbuddy thing, there need to be some groundrules." "Like what," he asked. "Like, if you want sex you just have to ask for it and the other person will give it, no excuses, no kissing, no falling in love," I responded. "Fair enough," Tim said, "now come suck my dick." I went over to him and got on my knees, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and began to suck his dick. Tim moaned quite pleasurably as I gave an expert blowjob. I was shocked at the quality of my technique and my knowledge of how to keep him on the edge of orgasm for close to twenty minutes. For me it was an enjoyable game that I was somehow quite expert at. Tim's appearance--which was quite attractive--was uninteresting to me. His pleasure was my paramount concern and I found the more I focused on that the more pleasure I got. After about twenty minutes he said, "Cody, I want your ass again." I came off his dick and told him to get a condom and lube from the bedroom and I would be waiting. I stripped naked and kneeled on the coffee table, ass out for Tim's hard rod. "Fuck Cody," he exclaimed on re-entering the room, "you really know how to turn a guy on." He entered me swiftly and I found I was able to easily control the tightness of my ass to slow his ability to reach orgasm and enable him to fuck me for ten or so minutes before shooting inside me. "I really like this fuckbuddy thing," Tim said as he pulled out and hit the showers. I waited for him to finish before showering myself. When I finished he was watching TV. "Quick question though, what if I want another blowjob now?" "Just ask," I said. "Cool," he responded, "can I buy you dinner?" "No, that's against the fuckbuddy rules," I said. "What if you start dating again, can we still be fuckbuddies then?" "Sure," I responded, "whoever I'm with will need to just understand." "So you'll be fucking them and getting fucked by me Cody?" I shrugged; somehow I did not think I would be dating anytime soon. We spent the afternoon watching football and drinking beer. Around 1700, my phone rang and again a strange voice was giving instructions. Again, I responded in Japanese. "What the hell was that Cody?" "Oh, wrong number I think," I said. Escort Duty ----------- Tim mentioned something about a formal dinner and headed out. I found myself getting dressed in one of the tuxedos from Nordstrom and then heading over to the club for an 1800 rendezvous. Lane was standing in the lobby, "Ah, Cody-san, sorry to call you in but we have very little time to review the escort rules before you need to depart." With that I followed him quickly to his office and submitted to another injection. By 1900, I was standing in the lobby waiting with Lane Tanaka. Tim entered and Lane greeted him, "Konbanha Webster-san, your escort is ready." Tim looked at me and smiled, "excellent that will be all Tanaka-san." I greeted my friend Tim, Webster-san, appropriately with a slight bow and followed him out to the waiting limo. "Remember our conversation Patrick about how expensive this club is?" I nodded. "It's nice to be wealthy," he said. The limo pulled up outside the opera house and the two of us exited. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@mac.com. See other works by me at $$

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Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 23:01:23 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: My Encounter With Slim 2 After my adventure that night with Slim, I began to see a pattern in my sex life. A man says to do something, and I do it.... period. It doesn't seem to make any difference how low or how humiliating it is I still just do it. I got an the pc when I got home, and saw an email from the guy on the bch, that I had sucked, and it simply asked for my work schedule this week, so he could figure out the best time for me to come to his place for another injection of protein. Well, well, here we go again. Alan, his name, didn't ask, he simply stated his intention. And, to make matters worse, I did as he said, emailing back my schedule. In an hour or so, I got back another email from him, saying, to be at his house the following day, at 7:30 pm. He put directions in his email, and sure enough, I got all tingly inside, thinking about going to his house, and having him use my mouth as a cum receptacle. How did he know I'd be so easy? Maybe because of my smile when I swallowed his juice on the beach? Maybe cause I sucked him off, a complete stranger. Maybe I send out radar, as to my submissive nature. Maybe my moaning around his cock, while it was buried in my mouth and throat was a dead give -away...hehe. Needless to say, I was at his house, 7:30 sharp, the next night, and was met at the door, by a big, hairy guy, who introduced himself as Sam. He was huge, big boned, muscular, dressed in tight red running shorts, and tank. I couldn't help but look at his crotch. It was full, and I mean FULL, of manmeat. He saw me looking, and smirked, when our eyes met. I wanted to crawl in to the woodwork, but I understood he knew why I was there. Evidently, Alan had brought over a friend to help with my injections. He told me to go to the back of the house, to the pool area. His stare, behind me, was making the cheeks of my ass burn. I wiggled my hips, with a little exaggeration, to get him going, too, so I did ask for the staring. After all, he was here because I was here, so why not have some fun. Alan was lying on his back, nude, sipping a drink, when I walked up. He asked me if I wanted something to drink, and I said, "Oh, yes sir, I sure do.", and looked directly at his hardening cock. He actually laughed at that. Then, I said, "A glass of water would be fine, thank you." "Remove your clothes, Ross," he said. Again, not a request, but a definite order. I did as he said, stripping down, to my bare skin in two quick movements. I was getting boned, as he said, "Now kneel over here, so you can please my cock again, like you did on the beach." He opened his legs, wide enough for me to slide in between and have access to his groin. I leaned over the lounger and began to lick and suck on his cock and balls. "Nice tongue, slut." I moaned a "Thank you, sir". His balls were hairless, but very large in relation to his now hard cock. I tried to get both of them in my mouth at the same time, but couldn't, they were so big. "Thanks Sam, as I heard the sound of glass on glass. He must have brought out my water. Then, I felt a coolness on my pussy, a rush of air. And then, the air got very warm, and very wet, as a tongue started licking and probing my tight little pucker. Alan turned over and had me clean out his ass, too. I love to suck on assholes, as it's so nasty. His little opening was sweet, to say the least. He must have showered quite recently, as I could still smell the soap...Irish Spring. Anyway, my tongue wanted more, so in and in I went, trying to get my whole head in. His hole was an asslicker's dream, as it wasn't tight, but just big enough to be able to slip my tongue in and almost wiggle it. He pushed back at my probing, letting me know he like what was happening. I pushed back, too on the tongue in my twat, letting him know the same...the feeling was incredible. Then, the tongue was gone, and the cool air returned, as I was splayed wide open with the breeze cooling off my wet hole. I felt something else, though, in my crack, as Sam knelt behind me, and pressed his hardness to me. Slimy fluid must have been oozing from his cockhead, as it was even wetter, than my existing skin. The slippery head kept pushing at my backside, trying to gain access to my secret inner pussy. Finally, with a grunt, from both of us, he got the head of that monster inside. I moaned from pleasure and pain, into Alan's ass, as Sam slowly pushed in. It took him, at least 2 minutes to actually get all the way in, ever so slowly, forcing his mammoth cock into my wanting pussy. I made a mental note to get a look at the baseball bat that was screwing me. It must have been the biggest cock that had fucked me, and yet it was so gentle. "Nice, tight pussy you have there, bitch," hissed Sam, as he started slowly removing himself from me. Again, another few minutes, on the outstroke. This guy was a master at "slow fucking". The next thrust however was much quicker, more deliberate, more powerful, which both caught me by surprise, and forced my head damn near up Alan's asshole. I couldn't breathe for a few seconds, from the force. "Oh, yea, baby, get that sweet tongue way up there. Clean out my hole, real good with your hot mouth," Alan moaned. I had no choice, as Sam had literally force my face into Alan's ass with the force of his lower body. Now Sam began to fuck me, earnestly. If I weren't enjoying it so much, I would have been in some major pain. His cock felt huge. He knew what he was doing, too, hitting my prostrate every time, he moved that monster inside me. I was hard as a rock, myself, from the anal punishment I was receiving. As mentioned, I just love being taken from behind, like the bitch I had become. Alan then turned over, presenting his hot, hard, dripping cock to my waiting, wanting lips. I devoured it in one stroke, not wanting to go into any preliminaries. I wanted his cum, deep in my mouth, so I went after it with a vengeance. All of us were moaning, loudly, by this time. Alan, from my oral talents, Sam, very close to his explosion, and me, being in the middle of these two studs, being totally used by them. We were all in our own little sexual world, and just about to give into the overwhelming desire to orgasm. Sam was the first to indicate he was going to cum, as he began to moan loudly on each thrust into, my cunt. He was actually moving me, pushing me onto Alan's cock, with each of his pushing movements. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS", he announced and his cock got harder, swelled a bit more, (didn't seem possible), and fired his first shot of his juice into me. I could feel the force hitting my anal canal, as he shot off. I tightened my hole, to give him more pleasure. I could also feel my sphincter being opened and closed a little with the surge of his cum, up the tube on the underside of his dick as he filled me. I couldn't believe how much of his precious juice he shot, because he kept plowing me with each squirt, what felt like a dozen times. My asscunt was sloshing, it was so full. Seeing him get off must have spurred Alan on, too, and he filled my mouth and throat with his hot seed, almost making me gag. I tried to pull off, so I could taste it, but he held my head down as tight as he could, until his spasms subsided. Only then, did he loosen the grip on the back of my head, to allow me to slide off and tongue out the last few drops. Neither man moved, keeping me full of cock, one in each hole. I was in total, complete bliss, feeling them still inside my slut body. "Enough, now, I'm getting sore", Alan announced and pushed me off his deflating cock. My lips made a smacking sound, as I was still trying to milk out the last few drops remaining in his semi hard meat. One drop was left, as I leaned in and licked it out of his pisshole. He chuckled, saying, "My, my, you sure are a cockhound, aren't you?" Sam also retreated, again with a slight plop, leaving totally empty of cock. I wanted more, and said, "Yes, Alan, I am, and you can give me your juice any time you want." I turned around, wanting to see Sam, wanting to see just what he had put up my pussy, as he leaned in, and kissed me. I was surprised, at this, but returned his caress, willingly. He then stood up, presented his softening member to me, which I gladly, slurped in to my mouth, cleaning him of all his cum, and my cuntjuices. The combination was exquisite, a perfect blend of sweet and sour. I was right, he wasn't only huge in the body department, but also huge in the cock department. Only at half-mast, he was a good 10 inches, and fat, about the size of a glass Pepsi bottle. My pussy lips were tender and swollen, I noticed, as I sat down, but realized why. LOL, that monster had been inside me, thru my little pucker. No wonder I was sore. But, that small amount of discomfort was a small price to pay, for the fucking Sam had given me. "Thank you, very much", I said, as I began to get dressed. "You're thanking us? Now that's the sign of a true slut, thanking us for filling him up with two loads of cum. You really like us using your body, huh?" Alan quipped. "Oh, yes, I did like it very much. Alan, that is my calling, to please men, sexually. I have to. I live for it, as if my body craves the ` injections' that only men can deliver. I am so content, inside, knowing I was able to satisfy you both. The man I'm with now, has taught me that his cock is my master. I do whatever he wants, cause then I get to have his dick inside my body, shooting his creamy spunk. I'm addicted, I think to that fluid." With that, I reached back, with my fingers and scooped up, some of Sam's cum that was oozing from my love hole, and brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking off all of the liquid, and smiling. "Wow, I've never seen anyone do that before", he said. "I bet you'd like to be able to suck your own ass, after you'd been fucked." "Oh, yea, that would be great", I said, getting another glob of cum, and sucking it down. I closed my eyes, relishing the moment, licking my fingers of his tasty spunk. I was in my own ecstasy, especially with them watching and getting such a kick out of it, and knowing how nasty it was to be sucking the cum from my own ass. I continued to get all of the slimy juice until it was gone, at least gone to the point, where it wasn't sliding out, anymore. "Well, we'll give you what you want and need, slut, no problem. You'll have to prove to us, however, that you're worthy of our cum, so we'll have some challenges for you to overcome. When you accomplish your tasks, we'll give you your required `shots`, got it?" I had no idea what they were dreaming up, but, figured I could always say no, and not go on with those "challenges". HAHA, to that. I know I'll do it, so I can get more of their baby batter. I can't say no. I'll give in to their every whim and desire. There is no, "I'll think about it". I'll do it, no matter how humiliating or debasing the order/request is. I've become that person; now, willing to do whatever it takes to get cum. "Yes sir", was my only response. I got my self together and left, thinking how much I enjoyed my last hour with them. Another feeling hit me, as I was walking out.... that slimy, gooey, freshly-fucked walk, that kept me reminded of the fuck. My pussy lips were oozing, making it very squishy as my inner cheeks slid together with the slimy cum, each time I took a step. What a tremendous feeling, I thought, smiling a big grin, feeling great, inside. I wanted to get my fingers in there, again, but waited till I got home.

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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 17:18:32 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: Slim 3 My Encounter With Slim 3 When I got home, there was a message on my answering machine, from Slim. I called him, and he said, "Get over here, right now, bitch. Where have you been?" I lied, saying "I had to go to the grocery store and run some errands. I 'll be there shortly, sir." "Now" was his response, as I heard the phone click. Uh, oh, I'm in trouble, as my pussy is still full of cum, and he's sure to find out. What to do? Oh, ok, I'll douche, like a good cuntboy, and be nice and clean for my master's invasion. Quickly, I filled the bulb with warm water, inserting the nozzle inside my tender pussy lips, twice, being sure to get all of Stan's remaining jism out of my well-fucked bottom. I wonder if Slim will be able to tell that I had just been fucked? I hope not, but have no choice, but, to go over to his place, now. If necessary, I'll have to pay the consequences. I was at his place in about 1/2 hour, after my cleaning session, and finding some clothes to put on. He met me at the door with a glare, telling me to follow him into the bedroom. "Strip", he ordered. Taking all my clothes off, he told me to turn around and bend over. I did as told, of course, but was very worried he was going to see my swelling pussy lips. I felt a whack on my ass, as his hand smacked me, almost knocking me over. Again, he smacked me, and again. I was almost in tears, as he said, "You've been out fucking around, haven't you bitch? I can see you're all swollen from someone else's cock being up in MY pussy. That's right, you cunt, your body is now MY body, and you have let another man have their way with you." "Slim sir, yes I did let someone else fuck me." He slapped across the face, saying, "You didn't hear me, did you, you lowlife pussy. I said it's MY body, not yours. So, you let some one fuck MY body, right?" "Yes, sir", I mumbled. "I can't hear you, you piece of worthless shit, tell me again...Who's body did you let that man fuck?" "Your body, sir." "And, is it right for someone to be fucking ME? Tell me. Am I to be fucked, like a lowlife cocksucking, asswipe that you are?" "No sir, of course not. That's not what... "You're Goddammned right, it's not," he interrupted. "I don't ever want you to be out there, without my ordering you, you got that? NO MORE, got it? If I ever, EVER hear of you fucking around again, you're gone. I'll kick you out so fast, that swollen pussy of yours will be out the door five minutes before your cocksucking head. I started to sob, crying at his harsh words, knowing he was right, though, that I shouldn't have gone without his permission. I knew it, at the time, but thru caution to the wind. Well, the wind was coming back to chill me. "Yes, sir, I have it", I cried. His words were stinging me, worse than the slaps. I didn't want to be out of his life, so I vowed to be faithful to him, always. "Get yourself together, you wimp, stop crying. We're going out, to get some things to remind you, who's your master. Get dressed." We stopped at an adult novelty store, first. He told me to follow him, very closely, but, not too close. He walked around the store, looking at various pieces of bondage material, clothes, dildos, butt plugs, harness, nipple clamps, leather restraints, blindfolds, and other various adult themed merchandise. I followed like a puppy, not saying a word. He evidently knew the clerk/owner, as they spoke frequently about this and that. They would look at me, every once in a while, and both either laugh, or snicker, as if they were talking about me, and making a joke or some snide remark. I was far enough away, not to hear it, but I knew that's what was happening. "Go wait in the car, girl", he said. I was shocked, by the "girl" comment, but did as told. About an hour later, he came out with two large bags, full of things, I assumed were all for me. "You're going to pay for every bit of this, somehow, you know. I'll figure a way for you to earn the money to repay me. I'm not going to let you get away with this, so there are going to be some changes in your life. I'm going to be sure I can trust you, in the future." With that said, we went to a tattoo parlor. I asked, "Why are we here? Are you getting a tattoo?" "Hell no, YOU are. Let's go." "What? I don't like tattoos at all, sir. I don't want one." "Listen to me, my little pussy girl, you have really pissed me off, and I' m going to protect MY body from now on. No one will mess with you, after I'm done. If that's not in your plans, then, get the fuck out, right now." I was petrified at his words, and yet, somehow intrigued. What could he have tattooed on me that would stop me from "fucking around"? And, did I want to do this.... Have a tattoo on my.... ooops, Slim's body. And damnit, there was that "girl" thing again. What was up with that? "Well?" he said. "Sir, I have two questions." You only get one, so decide which is more important." Hmmmmm, now what. Girl issue, or tattoo? I was in a quandary, for sure. Which one was more important to me? Both have, what could be long lasting affects on me, and both are totally out of character for me. Well, well, which one? "Now cunt...let's get going.... sometime today!" "Well, I'm not sure which is the best decision." "Ok, I'll make it easy for you. I'll count to three, and you better have started the question by then, or you'll get none...got it?" Oh, shit, now I'm in deep. "One, two..." "Ok, what is this `girl' thing you keep referring to?" "Oh, that's an easy one. You're going to be my pussy girl, instead of my pussy boy? I'm going to transform you into a female cockwhore. Hell, you' re halfway there, now, right? I mean, you're certainly a cockwhore. You've proven that, already, haven't you? Now, let's get that pussyass of yours the tattoo it needs." He pushed me into the shop, telling the clerk, what he wanted. I was in shock, not understanding, comprehending anything that was going on around me, at the time. `Transform me into a woman?' What the fuck is going on here? And this tattoo shit.... what's he going to put on me? I'm too old to be ` transformed into a female'. What is he talking about? Before I knew it, I was laying face down, on a sterile, stainless steel table, with my shorts down at my ankles. They were quietly talking, and again, the snickers, which drove me crazy with humiliation. And, I have no idea what he's talking about, with this woman shit. Ok, let's get real here. The pros to this woman thing, are, I'm tall, thin, love to have sex with men, but, that's it. The cons are: I'm a man, for Christ sake! Ok, realistically, have knobby knees, lots of body hair, deep voice, adams apple, big feet, a cock and balls, and have no idea how to be a woman. Ok, I like to wear women's panties...and maybe a blouse or jeans shorts, and maybe night gowns, and I like to "swish" a little when I walk, and sit down to pee, but, that doesn't make me a female. "OUCH!!!!! I yelled, as the artist went to work on my ass cheeks. He just said, "Relax, you pussy", and continued with his movements. Slim left for a minute, returning with an item, he had bought, earlier. "Hang on , Harley," the artist's name, "I have something here she's gonna love." I felt a pressure at my pussy lip, and then was filled with a huge butt plug. "Just wiggle that every once in awhile; bitch, to take your mind off the pain." It's shape, held it inside me, of course, as that's the design of those things. It hurt just a little as it went in, but, now, my sphincter has closed back up, on the small part. "OUCH," again, and I did as he said, grabbing the base of the butt plug and wiggling it. Now, that's more like it, I thought. "That's right, just think of it as your master in there, and pretend he' s filling you, giving you the strength to endure the pain," Slim chuckled. They both laughed, as I kept playing with that invader, making little moaning sounds, and easing the pain of the needles. After an hour or so, of this humiliation and pain, Harley announced, "Use your other hand, now, cause I'm going over to the other side". Ok, now let's get this straight. I'm on my stomach, in a tattoo parlor, naked, getting my asscheeks tattooed with some thing Slim as instructed Harley to put on me. With that, I'm diddling a butt plug in my cunt, to ease the pain, and it's working. Wait a minute, what about the `woman' issue? What's going on? Where is all of this going? "Ok, now you're going to have to pull that out, cause I have to work a little closer to your hole", Harley announced. Closer to my hole? What the hell is he inscribing on me, which needed to be so close, that no one will ever see it? I pulled the plug out, reluctantly, as it was helping with the pain. "You'll have to spread your cheeks apart some, for me and hold them, till I tell you to stop", he instructed. They talked a bit, again, and Harley, said, "Oh, yes, that will be great." "Get up on your hands and knees, with your face down on the table, like your master was going to fuck you doggie style. You won't have to hold yourself open, that way. As a matter of fact, you can put the plug back in, now, and play with it, as much as you want. Oh, thanx a lot, I thought to myself. "YEOWWWW!" I cried out, as the needle hit a sensitive part of my anal area. WOW, that hurt. "Hold on, that's too painful." Slim held a hit of poppers under my nose and said, "Inhale, and it will lessen the pain, then." Needless to say, I did, and it did help somewhat. He was still standing in front of me, and said, "Here, this might take your mind off it", and stuck his cock in my mouth. Now, I have to admit, it did help, as I began to give him one of the best blowjobs I've ever done. A combination of all that I had been thru in the past few hours, and the butt plug in my asscunt, was making me horny, so his cock was just what the dr. ordered. "Slow down, pussy girl, make it last." Damn, I forgot all about the ` woman' shit, again, just has he buried his cock, deep in my throat, making me gag, and almost pull back. "Don't move, now, as I'm in a very sensitive area, back here," Harley said. `No shit', I thought. I'm the one who has to feel every fucking prick with that needle. What I really wanted, was to feel a prick fucking me, hehe. My master was sliding nicely now; in and out, giving me chance to breathe, as he fucked my mouth, easily, slowly, almost lovingly. He was giving me, just exactly what I needed...his hard manly, cock, deep in my mouth. I was melting, as he stroked himself in and out, feeling that wonderful piece of manflesh, using my mouth for it's pleasure, making me want it more, craving it all the time. Harley announced he was finished, just as Slim blew his load into my mouth, forcing me to swallow it, rather than let it lay there, allowing my taste buds to enjoy the texture and taste. Our simultaneous moaning was enough for Harley to chuckle saying "Wow, she does love to be mouth fucked, doesn't she slim? Listen to her moans as she is sucking up all of your cum." He was right. I was moaning with sheer enjoyment, of sheer bliss, of sheer contentment, for that brief period of time, until, he pulled his cock out of my sucking mouth, and proceeded to look at Harley's work. "Oh, nice job, man. That is exactly what I wanted." "Can I look?" I asked. "Sure you can. Look at your pussy, and how everyone will know to stay away." Looking, I saw in disbelief, what had been inscribed on my body... "Slim' s Pussy!" The `s' in Slim's and the `P' in pussy were the two letters he put on the sides of my inner cheeks, so, that when pulled apart a bit, it was obvious what it said. Just walking around, it would be difficult to understand what it said. "Now if someone bends you over to put it to you, they'll see my brand on you, and won't go there, even if you try to be unfaithful, they won't take another man's girl, now would they?" The horror finally subsided, after a few minutes, as I began to see the severity of my situation. I was going to become his slave; it sounds, with no rights of my own, just his wants, needs and desires. His branding of my pussy cheeks and converting me to be his "woman", was way farther in this scenario than I thought I would ever go. I still had no idea what he meant by `making me into a woman'. The whole thought seemed ludicrous.

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Date: Wed, 12 May 2021 02:13:14 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 20 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. *** I apologize to those who have been reading up to this point for the long wait for this new chapter: moving across the country and buying a house turned out to be much more involved than I expected. I hope to get back on schedule from here on out :). Thanks again for your patience and I hope you enjoy this latest 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 20 After several minutes of intense making out, John finally leaned back to catch his breath. "Well, I guess that answers that," Andrew laughed. John grinned back at him. "Good!" They proceeded to get themselves and each other shampooed, showered, and all cleaned up and dressed again in short order. Once again, Andrew was feeling it was time to wrap up the day despite knowing in his head it was only around dinner time. "I'm tired again now," he chuckled to John. "I hear you. Hard to believe we just had a nap not long ago, huh?" "I know, but we've been busy, you know." "Oh, I know!" Andrew smiled. "Oh!" Andrew suddenly exclaimed. "What does that control panel next to the shower knob do?" "Ah, you caught that, did you? I tried to hide it so it wasn't obvious, you know. It does a lot of things: lights, music, and some other stuff." "Oh no you don't! You aren't weaseling out of this one so easily!" Andrew declared. "I want to know what all the icons are for!" "Fine," laughed John. "Although you're ruining my campaign to keep you interested, just so you know." "I'm still interested, but it's time to throw this dog a bone." "Yes sir," he laughed as he led Andrew back into the shower and tapped the screen to wake it up. "This one's for music: it pulls from my library in the cloud and has all the controls you'd expect," John began. "This one controls the lights. Not just the ceiling lights in here�-which include fade and multicolor settings, by the way--but also other zones. One zone is just for the shower with all the same bells and whistles, one is for the grotto pool area, one is for the lights in the garage, and there are others for different spots you haven't been to yet. And before you ask, no, I'm not going to tell you where they are until we actually visit them." "Fair enough," Andrew replied with a sigh. John spared him a sympathetic smile before continuing. "This one is for the temperature controls for the room, which is all radiant heat from the floor, though like I mentioned before, the sink is routed through the system as well. "This one is for the security system, which is linked to all the other buildings and even the campground if I felt like checking on it. "Even this outhouse?" Andrew asked. "Sure thing!" John said. "Watch this." Andrew observed his every move as he tapped the system icon and typed in the password for access. A list appeared and John tapped the one marked "Outhouse." A new window popped up showing a low resolution wide view of the room they were standing in. The front of the sink could be seen on one side and the very edge of the shower on the other. Andrew could see his elbow sticking out, so he waved his hand to watch it in the display. "That's cool�-and crazy too!" "I know, right?" John grinned. "So that's how that works," he said as he closed the app and continued his tour of the main menu. "This one monitors the electric systems, including the solar panels, the hydro-electric generators, and usage from the grid. I'm very proud we generate more power than we use, so I don't check that very often either. "The rest of them are just normal apps from my phone: audio books, bank, email, that sort of thing." "That's a lot of apps for an outhouse," Andrew observed. "Well yeah, maybe it is," laughed John. "I wanted it to be as current as possible because who knows when I'd need to update something." "Of course!" "So there you have it! Ready to roll?" "Sure! And thank for indulging me!" "My pleasure, good sir!" John proclaimed with a ridiculously big sweep of his arm. They took a quick look around to make sure they didn't leave anything and headed out the door. As they descended the stairs toward their camp, Andrew thought about the security system app. That could be very interesting to explore. He had seen the feed for the outhouse, but there seemed to be several more locations than he had seen so far. It would be fun to check out other spots too--assuming he got the chance. On the way down the steps, they fished their climbing equipment out from under the bench where they had left it earlier and kept heading downward. They made it down to the little grassy ramp of the alcove and turned in the opposite direction to load their gear into the Jeep. "Saves us a load later, you know," explained John. "You think so?" Andrew asked with a smirk. "I don't think this will make any difference to me!" "How else do you expect�" started John, before he realized what he'd said. "Oh! Well, you may be right," he acceded. "In the meantime, what do you say to some dinner?" "I say let's do it!" "Great! Also, there should be some aloe lotion in the glovebox, if you want to grab that. It should help our fried skin." "Good idea," Andrew agreed. They made their way back to camp and John started the dinner fire while Andrew cleaned the grille to make sure it was good enough to put food on. Having satisfied himself with that, he took out a couple of potatoes and wrapped them in aluminum foil before placing them in the fire. "You know that you're supposed to wait until the coals are good and established, right?" John teased him. "Yeah, but I don't want to wait that long," Andrew confessed. "I get it," John assured him. Next, Andrew grabbed some chopped vegetables and the chicken that had been marinating from the cooler and started spiking them onto skewers. Once he had them all prepared and placed on a paper plate, he looked at John. "They're all ready, Chef John!" "Okay, I'm drawing the line here for now," John laughed. "The chicken has to wait." "I know," Andrew replied. "I just want it ready for you when the time comes�-as soon as the time comes!" "Funny boy." Andrew looked at John sitting on his little stool feeding the fire and once again felt amazed that they were now boyfriends. He grabbed the other stool, put it right behind John, and sat on it, wrapping his arms around John's waist and resting his chin over his shoulder. "Mmmm," murmured John. "I love feeling you around me." "Me too," Andrew answered. They stayed like that for a while, just quietly enjoying their close contact. John finally deemed the fire established and got up to put a few more pieces of wood on it before placing the grille over the flames. "NOW we can do the chicken." Andrew grinned back at him. John placed the kabobs on the grille and sat back down so Andrew could entwine himself around him again while John tended the food. "This is going to be interesting," Andrew said quietly in his ear. "What is?" "These chicken tikka skewers. I've had chicken tikka masala I don't know how many times, but I've never had this before." "If you like tikka masala, I'm sure you'll like it." "I'm sure you're right, but I'm used to the sauce and the rice with it." "Yeah, that doesn't serve well on a skewer." "True, but I could probably come up with something to make it work." "Good luck with that," John chuckled. "You have zero faith in me," Andrew complained, trying to sound hurt. "On the contrary!" John protested. "If anything, I have too much faith in you!" "How do you figure?" "You can't figure out Coop's secret, and I've given you a key, but you don't know what it goes to. I was sure you'd figure out one of them by now, but nope: you can't be bothered." Andrew's defenses popped up instantly at the challenge even though he could hear the teasing in John's tone. "Maybe if you'd give me all the pieces to your puzzles, it would help!" "I see; you want the easy way out," John laughed. "Easy way?!?" Andrew was suddenly speechless. "Clearly!" John replied. "I give you these mysteries on a silver platter and now you want me to ruin the fun." Andrew sputtered wordlessly. "No sir, Sherlock: you get to figure them out without my help!" "I will!" Andrew retorted with some heat. "I don't doubt it for a second!" Andrew took a minute to calm back down. This was clearly no big deal, and yet he had escalated himself almost to an argument instantly. He needed to get himself together so John wouldn't see him fall apart. And for nothing! He fumed at his own foibles and determined to conquer them. Again. If he wanted to keep John, he would have to be the best person he could be, and this would not cut it. At least he hadn't really gone off and said something stupid or hurtful. He knew without the shadow of a doubt that someday the luster of fresh love would fade, and he didn't want John to regret their time together in any way. He had broken bad habits before and knew he could break being so quick to anger. Eventually... "I'm sorry," Andrew apologized. "I don't know what came over me." "I do," John said sadly. "You do?" asked a skeptical Andrew. "Sure! I only meant to be funny, but I completely baited you. And you are hangry and tired already, so my timing was bad. I'm the one who should be apologizing." John turned so he could look Andrew in the eyes. "I'm really sorry for being so thoughtless," he said earnestly. "Would you forgive me?" "Of course I forgive you!" Andrew exclaimed and planted a solid kiss on John's mouth. Tears welled up in his eyes and threatened to run down his face. God, I'm so emotional again, Andrew thought to himself. What is up with me? "Thank you," John said simply after the kiss ended. Andrew watched as John turned back and flipped the skewers over again. He still felt like he should apologize, but he wasn't quite sure what for. He definitely got defensive, but he wasn't sharp or even rude, so what was there to apologize for? He was having trouble focusing his thoughts. Maybe he should just tell John what went through his head. He was certain John would understand, and this way he might prevent some future drama. In the long run, that alone would be worth the hit to his personal pride. Full disclosure is always good for the soul, right? "John?" "Yes?" Andrew paused for a moment. Now that he had the floor, he had second thoughts. It's not like he jumped into sudden murderous rages or anything. Really, it was just an internal monologue that was just distracting and inconsequential. No, he decided, he didn't want to talk about it after all. "Never mind." "Okay, buddy," John replied. It was just a few minutes after that when John started taking the food out of the fire. Taking that as his cue, Andrew got up to get plates and utensils for them to eat with. John divvied up the kabobs between the two plates and then fished the potatoes out of the coals with some tongs. He peeled the blackened foil back on one of the potatoes and stuck a fork in it. "Well, putting those in so early was the ticket," John announced. "They are almost perfect now." "I remember from Scouts that potatoes take time. Carrots are even worse, which is why I refused to get those." "I see," laughed John. "I have myself a rebel after all!" Andrew stuck out his tongue in response. "Careful, your face might freeze that way!" John retorted. "Wow, you really do have a last word for everything, don't you?" "I'm all about dropping the mic." "And the soap?" "When it's appropriate," John agreed with a laugh. "But never on accident." "I see..." Andrew took the other potato and removed the hot foil before putting it on his plate. He reached into the cooler for the butter when he noticed that John had put a golden gravy on his. "Where did you get gravy for that?" "Well, it's not really gravy," John began. "It's that tikka marinade stuff. I just figured it might add flavor to the potatoes that would kind of go with the kabobs." "How is it?" Andrew asked. "Dunno yet," John said. He scooped up a small bite and put it in his mouth after blowing on it to cool off the potato. "Well?" "Not so good," John admitted. "You're better off sticking with the butter there." "I suppose it was worth trying," Andrew offered. "Everything is at least once," John agreed. "But once is all this gets for me," he laughed as he tried to scrape as much of the sauce off as he could. "Would you like half of mine?" "No thanks; one has to take the bad with the good sometimes." That line resonated with Andrew. Mostly about accepting the consequences of actions taken, but he also wondered dryly what his ratio of good to bad was as far as John was concerned. He stopped himself from going down that rabbit trail of thought. He had enough on his mind to think about already. After dousing his spud with a liberal amount, he put the butter back in the cooler and pulled out another small container. "Almost forgot!" he exclaimed. "What?" "This!" "What is it? "Mint cucumber dip for the kabobs!" "No kidding!" "Yeah, it sounded good, so I made some to try." He put half on his plate and handed the little tub to John. John dipped his chicken into the mixture and took a bite. His face instantly lit up. "Oh, that's good!" he proclaimed. "Maybe I will leave the edible concoctions to you from now on." "I'm game," Andrew replied. "My mom says I've always had a good knack with flavors." "It must be because you're so sweet." "Hardy har har." "Just saying." They both ate their food while chatting about the weather and the merits of their mothers' cooking. Once they were finished, they cleaned up all the food mess they had made and settled back on their camp chairs to gaze out over the treetops from their eyrie. "Thanks again for taking me out here." Andrew said. "I do miss being in nature like this. I forget sometimes." "I think we all do," John said. I have a huge advantage of having this place, and I forget to come out here for months at a time sometimes." "Well maybe we can remind each other so neither of us forgets." "Excellent plan!" John agreed. "What shall we do next?" "I think we stay right here until the sun sets and then go to bed." "Another excellent plan!" Andrew moved his chair closer to John's and was suddenly grateful neither had arms as he leaned over and rested his head on John's shoulder. John responded by reaching his arm around Andrew to draw him closer. They sat like that for the next forty-five minutes watching the sun lower itself slowly past the horizon. "Another thing that is too often forgotten," John remarked. "I hate taking anything for granted, and I have to admit the sun takes the brunt of that." "I know what you mean. I think..." "You do think a lot," John said. "It's another thing I love about you. Most guys are so damn shallow." "Yeah. I'm not pretty enough for that." "Aw! I disagree, but I'm glad you aren't vapid." "Ooh! Vapid!?! How long have you held onto that one?" Andrew teased. "I forgot I even knew that word until it came out of my mouth!" While he was talking, Andrew let out a big yawn. "Speaking of open mouths!" he said, grinning at Andrew. "I'm sorry. I'm just so tired." "Then let's hit the hay." "Yes, please." "Could you grab the aloe?" John asked as he put out the fire. "I want to douse us before bed too." "Sure." Andrew grabbed the bottle and followed John to the hammock. "Okay," John ordered. "Strip!" "What?" "That sun got every part of you, so the aloe needs to too." "Yes, boss," Andrew said as he started to undress. Once John made sure that every millimeter of Andrew's smooth skin had aloe applied to it, Andrew did the same for John. Andrew chuckled as he finished up. "What's so funny?" "Shaving saves money on lotion," he said. "I think I just three times as much on you as you did on me." "That's not just because of hair," John protested. "I am bigger than you, you know." "Are you though?" Andrew smiled quizzically at him. "Yes, I am," John assured him. "I could wrap myself around you and have some left over." "Can you really?" "I'll prove it!" John said with a gleam in his eye. He reached over and opened the sleeping bag. "Hop in and you'll see!" Andrew climbed into the hammock and settled into the far side of the bag. "Nope," John corrected him. "You have to face the other way." "Oh, okay." Andrew said as he repositioned himself as instructed. Once he was in place, John climbed in behind him and zipped up the bag behind him. He spooned around Andrew and wormed one arm under him and the other over until he had wrapped his arms completely around Andrew. Then he wrapped his legs around Andrew's as well. "Okay, you can completely cover me," Andrew admitted. "But I don't think you have any extra of you left over." "No?" John asked with a chuckle. "No, I don't�" With amazement, Andrew felt John's cock get fully hard in mere seconds within the crack of his ass. "Oh!" "Extra," John whispered. He hunched a little for positioning and slowly slid his cock inside Andrew's hole until he was all the way in and just held it there. "You know just what to do with that extra, don't you?" "I don't waste anything." "Mmmm," Andrew moaned in contentment. Enjoying the feel of their bodies together, they were both asleep in moments. ********* 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, 18 Mar 2021 01:22:50 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 19 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 19 "Wow!" breathed Andrew. "That was hot!" "I agree," said John with a glob of cum dribbling from his smile. "I just have to say again that you are sexy as hell." "Well, you ARE looking in the mirror," Andrew quipped. "So that makes sense!" "I am looking at YOU, Bonehead!" John responded before he raised his eyes to see his own reflection in the mirror. Andrew took in the view at the same time John did: four wet trails of milky substance streaked diagonally across John's face and in his hair with a large glob beside his nose that looked like it was melting down over his mouth. A few other spatters on his cheeks and chin completed the look. He was thoroughly doused in spunk. How he didn't get any into his eyes was a mystery. Andrew's supposedly spent cock twitched as John stuck his tongue out and licked up as much as he could. "Mmm!" John exclaimed. "You taste as good as you look!" "Yeah, okay," an embarrassed Andrew retorted. "Whatever." But John's verdict made him feel warm on the inside. Even if he was overwhelmingly cheesy and probably exaggerating, John did seem to be quite happy, which was what Andrew wanted. To be honest, he still wasn't really sold on the whole shaving thing�at least not yet�but John obviously enjoyed doing it and the process felt amazing. It didn't take much for Andrew to shoot at the end, that was for sure! Now he was wracking his brain trying to think of some interesting way to get John off in return, but nothing was coming to mind. John broke his reverie. "Well, I suppose we should clean up," he laughed. "If you want to get the shower started, I will join you in a minute." "Okay," Andrew agreed. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the counter to stand up, but then paused for a moment. How had he not noticed just how smooth the hard ledge was before? He realized with a start that the sensations of the counter under his newly bare ass were emphasized now that all the hair was gone. It was like a layer of insulation had been removed and the signals were less muddled and more direct. 'OK,' Andrew thought to himself. 'This shaving thing is suddenly more interesting.' He hopped off the counter as John went in to use one of the toilets. Andrew continued to try to come up with something fun to do for John while he moved to the shower and got the water running. Waiting for the water to warm up, he looked more carefully around the shower. To one side of the sleek shower control knob, he saw what looked like a very large black tile set in the raw black rock. Curious, he ran his finger over it, and it lit up from behind. 'You have got to be kidding.' It wasn't a tile at all, but rather a digital touch pad controller. It reminded him of an iPad with all the icons that popped up. He couldn't make out what all the apps were for from the icons. One seemed to be for music and another one for lights. Why would those be here? He looked more carefully at the ceiling and found that imbedded in the exposed rock were small speakers at each corner. There were other small apertures that could very well be recessed lights. Then he noticed something else. Halfway between the waterfall shower head in the center and each corner were black D-rings with oval-shaped surrounds laid flush with the rock. He reached up and flipped one of the D-rings out, and then tried to flip the surrounding ring out as well, but as soon as he let go of it, it sprang back into place. He grasped the ring more strongly and pulled it out to find it was secured to a strap not unlike the ones he was tied to the sink with. He also noticed the ring wasn't solid as he had first thought, but rather had a folding section in the middle like a carabiner. It was then that he noticed several more of them in the walls at different heights. 'No way! Now we are getting somewhere!' He pulled on the ring he had tried before to find out how much strap there was and managed to pull out about three feet before he carefully let it retract back into the ceiling. It was clearly on a spring of some kind that kept tension and scrolled it back when not in use. 'Yes, this will do nicely...' He heard John flush his toilet and quickly flipped the D-ring flush again. John came out of the stall, went to the sink, and looked at Andrew as he washed his hands. "I know, I know," he laughed when he saw Andrew's quizzical expression. "It's kind of silly to wash my hands when I'm just going to hop in the shower, but old habits die hard." "That makes sense," allowed Andrew. He wasn't thinking about that at all really; he was wondering how many more surprises this place held. "I get it if the shaving thing doesn't work for you, but I have to say I like it on you. Not that it makes you any sexier than before�I think that's impossible�but it's another look for you if you like it." "Okay," answered Andrew. "It's too early for me to know that yet." "Fair enough! Did you grab the soap and shampoo already?" John asked him as he shook off the excess water from his hands. "Um, no," Andrew replied. "I was just about to." "I'll get it." "Cool." John crossed the room from the sink to the bench where they had stashed the toiletries, his heavy dick leading the way. Not exactly hard, but definitely filled out, it swung back and forth with a hypnotizing rhythm. 'I could watch this all day,' Andrew decided to himself. John snagged his little bag with a swipe and happened to see Andrew's gaze glued to his cock. With a quiet little grin, he slowed his pace a little and subtly exaggerated his movements so he could watch Andrew's eyes move back and forth in sync with his steps. He got a little harder twitch by twitch as he took in the sexy man-boy staring at him. Andrew jerked his eyes away from John's groin as he got under the spray with Andrew. John casually drew out one of the hooks in the wall and hooked it through one of the grommets on the bag. "That's handy!" exclaimed Andrew, in his best "Gee-I-didn't-know-that-was-there!" voice. "I really did try to think of everything when I designed this place," John laughed. "You haven't seen everything yet!" "I only see you here," Andrew declared. "Okay, now you're just lying," John laughed. "Besides, I thought I had the King Clich� title pretty well cinched by now." "Maybe you're a little bit contagious, so let me rephrase that: When you're here, you captivate me and nothing else matters," Andrew amended. "I'll take it!" John beamed at him. "And I'll take you!" Andrew said, leaning in to give John a big kiss. Andrew's arms wrapped themselves around John's waist while John's encircled his shoulders. They made out for a long while under the steady stream of the shower while their hands roamed each other's bodies. Andrew enjoyed feeling the soft but slightly prickly texture of John's hairy chest and legs on his newly exposed skin, until he could feel his randy cock waking up again. He drew his hands back to John's waist and slid them straight up, forcing John's arms over his head. Once Andrew's hands encircled John's wrists, he stepped up the intensity of his kiss, making John almost take a step back in surprise. But he quickly responded in kind and matched Andrew's fervor. It was then that Andrew made his move. With John's attentions focused on winning their tongue duel, Andrew copied John's move from the day before and held both of his wrists up with one hand and used the other to snag one of the hooked straps from the ceiling and pull it out. In a flash, Andrew looped the strap around John's wrists a few times and cinched it down the middle. It was the cinching that finally caught John's attention, but Andrew had hooked the end into a D-ring before John could do anything about it. John's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped in surprise. Andrew locked his eyes onto John's. "Do you trust me?" Andrew asked him with a bit of fire in his smirking eyes. "I am yours," John assured him with an answering grin. "Even if I don't really have a choice, being trussed up like a chicken and all!" "Don't act like you don't like it," Andrew scolded him, swatting at the proud erection between his legs. "I know you better than that!" "Busted," John laughed. "I'll show you busted all right," Andrew replied, his eyes narrowing and gaining an evil gleam. He leaned in to kiss John, then pulled back at the last second, leaving John's puckered lips kissing air. "I don't think you are ready for that yet," Andrew declared. "Maybe later." "Okay," John responded. Andrew frowned at him. "What did you say?" John's puzzlement turned into comprehension. "I said `yes, sir!'" "There we go!" This was new for Andrew, and he had no idea what he was doing, but he wasn't about to let John know that. John had been just a little too sure of himself, and Andrew was out to see if he could rattle his cage a bit. So far, he figured he had surprised him just a little, but John adapted quickly to the situation as usual. He stepped back to turn off the water and eyed his prisoner. Andrew observed John as he stood there with his arms stretched up and almost touching the ceiling. The wet hair of his armpits, chest, groin, and legs all that sexy dark auburn color. His cock stuck straight out at a ninety-degree angle with his balls hanging low below. He noticed John's nipples peeking out from the chest fur and he had an idea. He moved close to John again and initiated a kiss, but broke it off almost instantly and trailed his tongue down John's chin to his Adam's apple and then slid it sideways until he had reached John's right armpit, when he suddenly dove into it with mouth and nose. He teased John with mock bites and an exploring tongue, which had John squirming. It seemed that Andrew wasn't the only ticklish one! He dug in with more gusto once he figured that out and relished making John move and gasp under his ministrations. Once John started gasping, he decided maybe he was pushing too hard in one spot. He stuck out his tongue and retraced his path back to John's neck and up his chin into a kiss, intending to give him a quick peck like he did before, but John was ready for him and lurched as forward as he could for a stronger kiss. Andrew quickly put both hands on John's pecs and pushed him back to arm's length. "Not so fast, Bucko!" "But�" "No!" "Yes, sir," John said, apparently remembering the correct response. Andrew's hands enclosed until John's nipples were gripped between Andrew's thumb and forefinger, when he suddenly pinched and tweaked them hard. John yipped loudly in surprise before he said "Thank you, sir!" in a loud voice. Andrew smiled and slowly circled around his trussed up boyfriend, dragging his fingers across John's flesh as he did so. "What am I going to do with you?" he wondered aloud. "Whatever you want, sir!" was John's prompt response. Too amenable by far, Andrew decided. But what could he do about that? He had circled around John completely and faced him again. "What do you think I should do with you?" he asked again, his finger gently stroking the underside of John's twitching cock. "Use my body to give you pleasure, sir?" "Yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes, sir!" John declared obediently. "Maybe I would too..." Then another thought hit. He looked in the bag John had hooked to the shower wall and found exactly what he had hoped would be in there. He pulled out the small bottle of lube and noted happily that it was silicone and not water-based. He poured some into his palm and put the bottle back in the bag. He rubbed his hands together as if it was massage oil that needed to be warmed up and then reached for John's straining member. "Oh yes, sir," John moaned in expectation. "Thank you, sir!" "You are most welcome, boy" Andrew said, trying hard to sound stern and not break the mood. He was, after all the shaved one and John was the burlier and hairier one, which made him want to laugh at the juxtaposition. Without breaking character, he took a pointer finger and traced John's piss slit and then traced the outer edge of John's cock head twice. Dripping and twitching, John was clearly expecting more contact, but he was left wanting when Andrew moved the finger toward his lips to lick it off. But instead of doing so, he put his hand on his own neck and stroked downward, spreading the lube down his chest as he went. His second hand joined it until his hairless chest was completely slicked up and shiny, when he moved down and coated his own dick and balls. John watched his every move and was practically drooling as Andrew did his little tease. The edges of Andrew's mouth quirked up as watched John's reaction as he started to turn around, lubing the globes of his ass until they were as shiny as his chest. He stroked his chest again to reclaim any excess lube and then he slid his fingers into his crack. John's eyes were big and he kept licking his lips as Andrew worked the lube into his ass. Now with his back to John, Andrew leaned forward and stuck his butt back to open his smooth crevice a little more, exposing his pink pucker while he teased in and out of it with the lube. From between his legs, Andrew could see John's cock leaking in expectation of entering that private space. He moved himself back so he was closer to John's raging member. By this time, John was straining at the straps above his head for all he was worth to get his dick into the tempting hole that was so close, yet just out of reach. Andrew slowly moved back, getting closer and closer to John's monster until his butt grazed the very tip of it, wiping away the precum that had formed on the tip. "You want this, boy?" Andrew asked John. "Is this what you want?" "Yes, sir!" John shouted. "How much do you want it?" "More than anything, sir!" John gasped. "Please let me in!" Andrew moved his hips up and down, just barely grazing the tip of John's cock, but no more. Andrew could feel moisture on his rear and knew John was leaking precum in a steady stream now. Andrew abruptly stood up and turned around to face John, who was whimpering at the change. "Please, sir," he begged. "Let me cum!" "Of course," Andrew assured him, now comfortable in his control. "Exactly when I want you to." "Yes, sir." Andrew saw what might have been a tear in one eye as John looked at him beseechingly and decided he had to let him off the hook soon. He stood slightly to one side of John and wrapped his arms around his captive's neck. He gave him a good deep kiss while he made sure John's cock had nothing to rub against. He could feel John's hips move as he sought something�anything�to help him get off. Andrew broke the kiss and used his arms to try to pull John down to the ground. John grunted in surprise before he braced himself to resist the pull downward. Andrew sensed the change and jumped up and wrapped his legs around John's waist. They were both now entirely supported by John's strong legs. John's eyes opened wide in surprise and uncertainty before Andrew slid his lubed body down John's and used one hand to grasp John's turgid fuck pole. Andrew aimed it upwards and slid down a little bit more until he could feel it against the smooth skin of his ass. "Are you ready, boy?" Andrew barked. "Yes, sir!" cried John. Andrew adjusted himself, causing his butt and John's cock to lose contact for a split second in which John whimpered, but then Andrew slid himself down and impaled himself on John's thick tool. "Fuck yes!" exclaimed John as he felt the warmth of Andrew's hole finally grip his throbbing cock. Andrew let himself adjust to the sizable invasion before he used his arms around John's shoulders and his legs around his waist to hold himself slightly up so John could start to thrust his hips and drive that rock hard cock deep into his bowels. Andrew felt the rasping of John's fur against his own bald skin as they moved together in their lust. Andrew wasn't sure how long John could hold him like this, but it turned out he needn't have worried. After just a few dozen thrusts, John froze, buried to the hilt inside Andrew's ass, and let out a roar as he exploded so hard that cum shot out of Andrew's ass around John's still-buried cock to dribble down Andrew's butt cheeks and splatter on the floor. John stood still, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath again. Andrew's impish streak returned, and he started to slide up and down on John's still-sensitive dick. "Ah! Ahhhh!" bellowed John at the over-stimulation. "Please! Oh God, stop!" he gasped between breaths. "You're gonna kill me!" Andrew pretended not to hear him for a few more strokes before he finally pulled himself off completely. He unwrapped his legs and stood�a little wobbly, to be honest�on his own two feet. He quickly reached up and unhooked the strap from the ceiling and unwrapped John's wrists. "Are you okay?" he asked the still-panting John. Instead of replying, John made a sudden lunge and pinned him to the wall of the shower just as he had done at Andrew's house the morning after he had spent the night. He smothered Andrew with a strong kiss, one that encompassed the passion and intensity he felt in no uncertain terms. ********* 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: Tue, 2 Jan 2001 03:07:13 +0100 From: bchaim@hotmail.com Subject: Stephan (authoritarian/adult-youth) Stephan 1 Copyright Bchaim English isn't my mother tongue; sorry for any mistakes! Reactions are welcome at: bchaim@hotmail.com More stories of bchaim? See Authors at Nifty: bchaim ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Happy 2001 to all of my readers and their friends! thanks for all your reactions the last years. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stephan 1 Stephan is a slim guy. He lives in a village close to Utrecht, the Netherlands. He is on a special High School. He has to learn the rules of the game called life. Yes, Stephan has a history. He got into trouble after primary school. He hanged out with friends a local take away. Bored, small talk, every night. After a some time, Stefan and his friends went out stealing. Little things, just for the excitement. He got sometimes in trouble visiting disco's. Joy riding, and hitting a police officer, did the close the door behind his nice teen butt. Stephan is on a special school now. Strict rules, no alcohol, no smoking, no drugs. All boys are intern. Stephan isn't a boy anymore, anyhow he thinks so. He is proud to be a teenager! Stephan works out a lot in the gym, and it shows! He is getting some real nice biceps and his little nipples show on his nice light brown chest. No fat, no way, his abdomen are strong muscles. Stephan is worried about his small cock and the lack of hair around it. There is just a small line of hair above his 5 inch cock. No stairway of hairs to his belly button right now. Not even a single hair on his balls. No hair on his so well trained chest. Will it ever come? He wonders. Stephan hates to be late, he really hates that! He has some hairs on his strong legs, and yes, under his arm pits. But that's nothing compared with his friends at school. They all bigger and have hair everywere! This evening Stephan is with his ass up in the air in the locker-room. Naked, just wearing his grey, a size to small, boxer shorts. He likes te feeling of the cotton pressing against his teen cock. The grey cotton on his little firm ass. The whole building is dark. And, he knows all to well, he is not supposed to be here! Wanding around is off limits, and you can get severe punishments for that. He looks for the special coin he dropped this afternoon. It shows a nude wrestler. He wants to be like this man, being close to such a Man. He kept it in his pocket all the time. Shit! And now, before going to bed he couldn't find it. It is against all the rules of the school to wander around the building, but the time being long no one found out, Stephan wants his coin back! A strong hand is on his ass! The light is on! "Looks you are in deep trouble, boy!" Stephan turned around to see Rick, their coach, glaring at him. Rick has a strong body. Twice the size of our poor boy Stephan. He is the coach, he trains this kids to get in shape and give them direction and attention. He has to walk his rounds this night, to make sure nothing happens. He left his house on the greens, wearing just his sweats and a thight t-shirt on his strong naked body. Not expecting to meet someone on his way. He looks at this boy, his pupil, Stephan. Stephan is very nervous, he knows he made a big mistake! Of all people, to be caught by Rick, their coach is the worst thing what can happen in your teen life. He can report him to the director, and they can sent him to a youth prison. Coach can keep him out of all the fun. No working out anymore. "Stupid boy! You kow the rules around here! This is not new. Do you want to smoke, do you have any pills?" The big man, Rick, his coach is getting him on his feet. "So, tell me!" Rick his voice is firm. "No, Sir, nothing like that!" Stephan, with a deep red face, now in the strong light of the toilets. He doesn't dare to move. He knows his nearly naked teen body is exposed to his coach. Rick thought he was never interested in kids. He feels his big cock stir against his sweats, looking at this young, nearly naked teen. He looks at Stepan his thight grey boxers, seeing clearly the out-line of his young little cock. Rick is gay. He knows it and he has a lover. They live close to the school, at the grounds in a little house, making their own lifes. His lover Zvi, is seven years younger, 21, a great guy and bottom. Rick likes to be the Master, but by his knowlegde, he never showed it to his pupils. They are too young! He likes Zwi, his little but very strong swimmers adult body with some teen signs. Zwi is shaved all over, but is really not such a kid. He takes and does everthing Rick wants to have fun! He turns his attention to the boy in front of him. "Stephan, you are in big trouble! You know the rules around here! What made you to be at the lockers with your ass up in the air? Boy!" Stephan is silent. He doesn't know what to do or to say. "You need special training, boy, you agree?" Stephan looked at his naked feet. His head bows, ... Whatever.. His body is reacting. Shit, his little cock is growing bigger in his thight grey boxers. "Yes, Sir" "You are so stupid! Follow me..!" Rick, the coach is turning, he walked through the door, Stephan only can follow him. No way, to avoid his fate. He looks at the firm ass in front of him, in those blue sweats, those big shoulders and strong back of his Coach in his t-shirt. He really feels like a boy! Coach Rick walked through the dark corridor to the main hall. Stephan followed him like a puppy. Without a word Rick is leaving the building. His mind is racing. Should he do it, give this little shit the training of his life? To bring this beautiful boy to their house and teach him good manners there? On the green, Rick stopped suddenly! Stephan with his mind far away, didn't paid attention and jumped into the back of his big coach. In the dark Rick whispered to the boy: "You need to tell me why you was there! Don't you, boy? We have to punish you for disobeying the rules..." "Yes, Sir" Rick couldn't help himself he stroked the boy's hair, his hand wandered down on his slim naked but strong back, ending at the firm ass still in those grey boxers. Rick reaches for Stefans ass and stroked the boy's cheeks over the cotton all over. Stephan never had such a feeling. Another male touching him all over! He can't help himself. He moans, getting tears in his eyes. He want to drop to his knees pressing his body into his Coach. He feels his boy cock pointing out. Shit, he gets a boner! Stephan fears Coach can see his boner, see his reaction. He tries to step away. Coach Rick, however, is very strong, putting his big hands on his naked shoulders keeping him in place 3 feet from his body. Looking at this teen he makes up his mind. Rick feels his boner pressing against the cotton of his briefs in his sweats. He will show this boy the ropes. Yes, he will! "Strip, boy!" Stephan can't believe his ears. Naked here??? Outside the schoolbuilding, far away from his own quarters... O, hell, no! Coach will see his cock! He knows he had no choise. He feels humiliated by the question alone. Rick looks into the boys eyes. He feels the hesitation, the fear of getting naked in front of him. This boy has to learn a lot! "Do I have to help you, boy? Or don't you can take orders?" "Yes, Sir!" Stefan bends over to drop his boxers. He gets his tumbs on the waistband of his boxers. Slowly he tuggs them down. He turns around, praying his cock will go down. He exposes slowly his smooth firm hairless butt for his Coach. Taking them down over his nearly smooth legs. His pale ass is in the air, taking them of his feet. He has his boxers in his hand, not knowing what to do with them. Rick looked at his strong teens butt. Pale in the moon light. He knows, he took the right move. This boy will be his! He will do his duty at his home. In a flash he wonders what Zvi would think about the situation. "Follow me!" Rick walks to his house... Stephan follows naked. Entering the house, Stephan feels to terrible stupid. The blinds of the house are closed. He stands in the hall now. Very aware being naked, with his grey boxers in his hand. He wants the floor to open to swallow him, to disappear, with no return. This is so embarrising! A young man, beautiful and a young adult in Stephan's eyes, entered the hall. He is nearly naked, just wearing a white jock. He is just a little taller than Stephan. He is strong, Stephan can see his mucles on his smooth body. No body hair at all. Coach Rick steps forward kissing the young man, strongly on his lips, stroking his black hair. His strong hands wander for a moment down, stroking his little nipples on his strong smooth chest. "Sorry, Zvi boy, caught this little fucker, with his ass up in the air at the lockers. He can remember the rules, and can't tell me what brought him there. He needs to be taught a lesson! Don't you agree? So, I brought him home to ge some training. I think you can be very helpful at the proces". Rick produces a big smile. He knows Zwi his fantasies about a trio, being his Masters helper on another bottom. Zvi doesn't know how to adress his Master and Lover in front of this naked teen. Rick laughed aloud, looking at Zvi his face. "My Zvi! Act normal!" "Yes Sir!" Before Stefan's surprised eyes Zvi is on his knees in a flash. He takes of Rick his trainers and socks, kissing both feet. After that Zvi gets on his knees, before Stefans surprised eyes. He takes off Rick his sweats, exposing his hairy legs slowly. Rick, Stephan's Coach, stands still during this proces. He seems to be used to it. Rick steps out his sweats and his big cock is now just in a pair of tight back briefs. Stephan looks with big eyes at the big cock clearly visible under the black cotton. He spreads his arms, to allow Zvi to take off his t-shirt. Stephan sees that Zvi smells all those items before putting them away. Rick's body is fucking great. Of course, Stephan has seen his coach before. Not the way it is now. Nearly naked, a huge man. A dream like his coin. He nearly forgets why he is here. Naked. Seeing his own secret dreams before his own eyes. He knows his cock is total erect, seeing this show of love and respect. He tries to hide his boner with is hands. Coach looks at him. "Get your hands on your head!" Stephan knows he has no choise, he puts his hands on his head. With that showing his little teen cock to these beautiful strong man. "Zvi get some briefs for this little fucker, one pair I bought you in the beginning." Zvi smiles a knowing smile. Of course he knows 'The Tight Briefs', Rick told him to wear in the beginning. Sweet tough memories cross his mind. "Yes Sir!" He walkes to his room, to find them. Which isn't hard, they are right below his pillow. In a flash Zvi is entering the hall again in his hand he has a pair of very tight white briefs. They look like they are made of a 10 years old boy. And that is true. Kids-wear, no doubt. "Very good, Zvi, put them on this little fucker boy. Be sure his little cock is stored". Zvi drops to his knees in front of Stephan. He takes one foot and let Stephan step in. He takes his other foot. Taking the small tight little boy briefs, UP with a powerful thrust. Stephan feels the briefs go on his legs, on this strong butt and he feels Zvi covers his little... but now rock-hard cock in them. His cock isn't going down, the presure makes it even harder. Hell! I is hard to keep his hands on his head this way. He spreads his legs a little bit more to keep in balance. The briefs are so damn thight! They nearly cover his teen dick, a line of cockhair above the waistline is still visible. Zvi looks at his handwork, smiling! He puts a hand on Stephan's erect cock to move it in a horizontal position inside the small white briefs. "Zvi, my boy, very good!" To Stefan in his to small white briefs, Coach says: "O.K. boy, come over here! I will tell you the 'Rules of the House'." "Yes, Coach..." Stephan responds shy, moving to his Coach, obeying his strong voice. He stands now very close to him, waiting for further instuctions. "Looks like you are very horny for this, Stephan boy." Coach his big hand wander over Stephans smooth teen chest, feeling his small nipples, taking them between his strong fingers. "Oghhh !" Damn it hurts...! Hurts like hell! Coach knows what he is doing. He smiles at Zvi, he feels Stefans nipples are becoming rock hard, they start to point out. Great! His hands wander down stroking the kids belly button. Going down, he strokes the wet damp spot on the little, so tight, white briefs. Zvi put on him. Stefan tembles now. Hell, he is so excited! He little teen cock has a life of its own. Trying to escape from its narrow cotton prison. Coach puts his big hands on Stephan shoulders, stroking the soft skin. "Relax, boy, this is just the beginning, believe me, my little!" Stefans looks down at his feet standing apart at the floor. "Listen carefully! Boy! 'The House Rules' are: One: I will train you and learn you your manners. Zvi, is my assistent. He will get his orders from me. Second: Never... never speak to us unless one of us asks you a question. Third: you will never touch your little teen cock before I, or Zvi, with my permission, order you to do so! You understand? Boy?" "Yes, Coach!" "Coach or Sir is fine for me, you have no right so adress me otherwise! Zvi, you can call Zvi, but never get the idea you are equal to him, Never! Remember that! Zvi has his own power, and is my Lover and with my permission HE can do everything he wants!" "I didn't hear you boy, get your chest forward and answer me in a proper way!" Stephan puts his chest out, taking a deep breath. "Yes, SIR!" "Good boy, that's the way!" Coach Rick feels his own cock getting harder any second in his own black briefs. He knows his limits. There is a long night to go. Rick strokes Stephans smooth shoulder and takes him by his arm. The three of them walk into the house. But instead of walking into the livingroom, or what Stephan silently hoped for, to their bedroom, they walk down to the basement. Stephan can't believe his eyes. They enter a big dark room. Just lit by some real candles. He feels smooth leather under his feet. The walls are also covered with black leather. Chains and ropes and other object Stephan doesn't know, are hanging there. There is a big antique cup board, a black leather couch and in the middle.. space, it is a very big room. With just one chair and a strange table. Both covered with the same black leather. Stephan has never seen such a room in his entire life. He feels like being in a Castle. The room, he wanted to be in, in his wet dreams. Coach brings him to the middle of he room. Touching his back, he understands the silent order now. His chest must be proud and forward! Zvi takes his position just in front of him. In the mean while Coach is sitting in the black chair. Coach is stroking his own nipples and chest-hair. He loves it, looking at this couple. His lover, Zvi, strong, mature, with his muscled body, he knows so very well and this small pale beautiful teen in front of him. "Zvi ask your questions!" "Yes Sir" Zvi nods his head to his Master in his leather chair. "Boy, your name?" Zvi his tone is soft, Coach Rick wants to hug him for that, but he is silent. "Stephan... Zvi" "My Master caught you with your ass in the air at the lockers at your school at 10.15 pm this night?" "Yes, Zvi" "He brought you, boy, to our house to teach you a new life, did he?" "Yes Zvi" "How got it, you where here, in Our Hall with a boner, little boy?" Stephan is hit by this question and the tone of 'little boy'. His fingers play with his (Zvi's ?) tight shorts. No boner any more. Fear is in his stomach. "Sorry" "Nothing to feel sorry about, just tell me, Stephan boy" "Uhhhh... " "Yes, BOY!" Zvi his voice is getting firm. "I was naked... looking at Coach, your Man, Sir Rick... uhhh... I couldn't help myself, sorry, please understand... please!!!!" Zvi strokes the little teen in front of him. He knows what he feels. He was at the same spot and nearly the same good (...) humiliating questions some years ago. "Calm down! I understand". Zvi his hands has a will for themselfs. He takes Stefans wrists in his hands putting them in his neck. He smells Stephans armpits. He loves it! "Stay this way during my questions!" Zvi orders. In a flash he looks at Rick his Master, is he going to far? Coach Rick just nods his head. He loves the sight and is proud of his lover. Wondering or he is real a bottom. Zvi stands proud now before this teen, his 6 inch cock is fitting his white jock very well. Secretly he hopes the teen is impressed. "Do you masturbate?" "Yes, Zvi" "You are a virgin?" Stephan turns red now. "Yes, Zvi, I think so... yes" "Never had sex with a man or woman?" "No, no, Zvi!" "Sure?" "Yes, Sure!" Zvi smiles, at his age he was certianly further. "You wank?" "I told you, yes." "With in your mind a man or a woman?" "uhhhh... uhhh... sometimes a man" "Sometimes?" "Mostly, Zvi... yes, a man, a friend, a boy... but not that bad, mostly with their briefs, boxers, speedos on! You know, not naked!" "Calm down, I know what you mean, it sounds healthy, Stephan, don't worry" "You can spray a load on your belly?" Stephan feels just anger on this question. His hands leave his neck, and he spats out: "Yes of course I can!!! Zvi! What do you think!" Stephan's mind is racing, what does this strong little man think of him? He knows he is little, and puberty hit him late, but this is an insult! So humilating! Zvi strokes his smooth shoulders with his strong warm hands. Feeling his chest, finding his nipples, pinching them. "Ouch" It hurts again, Zvi takes his nipples hard. "Get your hands back where they belong!" "Yes", "Yes, Zvi, sorry" Stephan brings his hands back to his neck. O, shit, he forgot everything! All those 'House Rules'... hell! There is a deep silence in the room. "I think it is time to bring you outside!" "Oh, please, Sirs, I need this so bad" Stephans knees are shaking. "Please, Zvi, Please Coach, don't do that!" Zvi reachs up to the boy's nipples and graps one in each of his strong hands. He teases them back and forth between his tumb and forefinger. "Look at your Coach, right in his eyes! And don't make a fucking move, otherwise you are OUT!" Stephan, still confused by his own emotions looks at the Coach in his chair. Coach Rick sees just hungry lust in his eyes. He is so proud of Zvi! Still stroking his big cock through his briefs he nods at Stephan. "Are you really ready for this, boy?" Stephan's mind is in overdrive. He wants to stay HERE! It cost a couple of minutes to find his breath again. "Yes, Sir, oh, YES, please Sir, let me stay!" With these words, he wants to make his smooth teen chest strong, to show his developing mucles, to place his hands strongly behind his neck. A silent pray to heaven... please let me stay with this man! Zvi pinches his nippls again, but harder now. Stphan feels this is like the test. He wants to cry out. Nothing comes from his lips. Stephan knows he wants to stay here. To be their boy, kid, if they want, whatever they want. Past and present! All those feelings. Zvi stretchs the nipple flesh, pulling them out from his smooth chest. Here and now! Yes, feeling the pain. Stephan doesn't cry, he doesn't move away, he can't. Zvi pinches and pulles them even harder, between his strong fingers. PAIN! "Aaghhhhhhh!" Zvi looks him strong and direct in his eyes. "Please continue! ... please, but ask your Master to let me stay here! Please!" Stephan gaspes, his naked toes strong into the black leather, hoping this beautiful man will go on and will at least say he did his best. Whatever, he will take everything. He has to stay! To become a person! Shit! Stephan wants to be their obedient and willing boy. "Please, let me stay!" The pain on his nipples is worse now. Tears are in his begging eyes. Zvi leaves is nipples stroking his smooth chest. With one look at Rick, his Master, he knew the answer. He strokes Stephans trembling body. "Shhhh... you have to learn to take it, but you did great! You will stay. Zvi licks the tears from Stefan's face, travelling to his neck and his right arm-pit. Licking the fresh teen-boy hairs and musk, sweat of fear and hope. He looks at his Master, Coach Rick. Rick is pleased with the situation, but his eyes tells Zvi to stop. Zvi stands before the teen again. He has respect. The things he did were heavy. He couldn't take that the first night, no way. It cost him half a year... Stephan is so turned on, it is hard to stay into position, his cock is fighting to get out of his small white briefs. He is ready to explode, to fill this room with his cum. "Ohhhh..." Stephan knows he can't. His hands are in his neck and his eager cock is in those white tight briefs Zvi put on him. They feel now like a prison. But he wants to show Zvi, and Coach, he really can cum, not only on his belly, just everywhere. Zvi srokes his sore nipples now. To Stephan's surprise he feels Zvi his tongue on his chest. In a flash Zvi licks his way between his nipples. Giving them both a little kiss. "You are beautiful and strong, I like that" Zvi whispers in Stephans ear. Zvi turn his head to Coach Rick, his Master. "Sir, I think your boy is ready!" Coach Rick smiles. He knows they never played this game before, and it feels so natural. Zvi has to know his limits. OK, but he is young and eager. Rick wonders, can he have two boys? What to do tomorrow. Stephan has to be back at school. Coach stands up from the black leather chair, which isn't as confortable it looks. He made his with his own hands, not to be confortable...! He smiles at Zvi patting his strong naked back. "You did a great job, my boy! I'm realy proud of you!" They are kissing just before their now 'poor' Stephan, who is in terrible need to come. His legs spread strong apart, like a soldier, and his hands in his neck. Struggling to stay in position, getting even more horny every second. Stephan is very aware of the 'Rules of the House', as told him before. He doesn't want to spoil anything. He just looks at his feet. He hopes that's the best way. Coach brings Zvi to one of the corners of the room. Zvi lies down on his stomach on the soft leather of the floor. Coach pats him on his strong butt in his now wet undies, before returning to the centre, to Stephan. "Boy, we are just getting started. Relax a little" With those words Coach hands wander down and reach for the waist-band of his tight shorts. "I need you naked again, boy." Stephan's mind is racing! Great! "It is time to be Nearly... naked again" Coach pulls the top of the tight briefs out from Stephan's waist. Stephans rock-hard boner springs into the air, little drops of pre-cum are everywhere. "Making a mess, my boy?" "Yes Sir" "Sorry, Sir" Coach is smiling, with a tug, he brings the waist-band below Stefan's smooth balls. It hurts! His little smooth teen balls -full of cum- and -ready to shout their load- are pushed up just above the base of his cock. But his young teen cock stays hard, even getting harder... What the hell is happening to him? "Turn around" Obedient as he wants to be he turns around, looking Zvi right in the eyes who is laying there on his belly. Coach is stroking his cotton covered behind now. A hard slap on his ass, makes the world the real again. "Aaa, Sir!" Coach his big hands are feeling the cotton of "his" (Zvi's) white briefs. Finding his crack, getting into his crack, making the waistband in front, on his cock and balls, go stronger and tighter. It hurts so good! Stephan can't help himself he pushes out his firm little ass, to give Coach more access, knowing very well this way, his balls will be streched up to their limits! Stephan doesn't care anymore. He wants to pleasure his Coach, he wants to pleasure Zvi. "I will train you all the way" Coach whispers in his ear. "Yes Sir, please SIR!" Coach looks at Zvi, who knows, this silent order all to well! Zvi is getting between stephan's legs. His face up, his naked back and ass a little in the air. Zvi looks up, begging eyes. He hopes for it. He wants this teens load, better Stephan's load! Right in his face! Coach gets his hands in front of Stephan, pressing his torso into his back. Stephan feels great! Feeling the Coach strong body everywhere. Smelling his sweat, his strong body. He gives pressure back to get closer to this big man. His Coach, his Master, his Judge and Teacher, whatever... he never felt so good in his life! One hand on his left nipple, playing with it, slowly. Not hurting him like Zvi. But he liked that, never tehe less the pain. Coach his other hand is slowly stroking his wet dripping cock, avoiding the tip. Stephan is on fire! "Please Sir, don't stop! Just don't stop! Please!" Coach Rick graps his blond long hair. "Remember the 'Rules of the House' boy!" "Sorry, Sir, It will not happen again! Coach, Sir!" Coach doesn't respont. His big hand just takes Stephans cockhead in his strong hand. Pre-cum leaks everywhere. He leaves Stephans cock alone, bringing his hand to Stephan's nipple. Coating them with his own pre-cum. Coach Rick smiles. He knows your own spit and pre cum are the best medic after a good work out... He stretches Stephan's other nipple with his hand full of the boys own pre-cum. This boy is so eager, he is a fucking A ! Bringing back his stroking hand, he whispers into the boys ear: "You do everything for me and my boy Zvi, don't you?" Without any hesitation Stephan answes "ALL, Coach, everything for you both, Sir" "Get your reward, you have been a good Boy!" Stephans heart jumps! Pressing his teen back as close as it can be into his Coach front. Zvi is now on his knees his handsome face just some inches from Stephan's eager teen cock. He can smell the musk and pre-cum! "Fill Zvi's mouth with your teen cum, boy!" Coach orders! Coach his hands are wandering down in a flash. They shove away the tight briefs, so they hang on Stephan's now nearly wide spread legs, giving his smooth teen balls some freedom. Stefan's balls stay up, close to his little cock. He is so horny!!! Zvi opens his mouth wide. Coach touches his wet glans. Stephan's body shakes and rockes. He looses all his control. Cum is everywhere. "Agghh! Sirssssss" Coach has to keep his shaking body. Shaking Stephan's cum is everywhere. Coach is pointing his little dick, so the most direct in Zvi's mouth and throat. "Yessssssss... I can come, feel it!!!! Zvi!!!" Coach turns Stephan around... kissing him direct on the mouth. "Remember the 'Rules of the House', my boy, whatever you made a comitment, I, your Coach, and Zvi, will get you for this!" "Yes Sir, whatever!" Stephan kisses the big man on his cheek. "Thank you, Sir!" "You are welcome, boy" Coach kisses Stephan brief on the mouth, his tongue wandering inside. Stephan has to lick Zvi and the leather covered floor clean. Of course... but that is another story.

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Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2002 17:16:19 +0000 From: fueroth@hotmail.com Subject: A Decision (Part 2) If he could have said anything about the house, it would have been that it was strikingly ordinary. A well- tended garden with flowers to endure the winter chill, a freshly painted exterior that looked much the same as its neighbours. In his earlier reflections, Bob's imagination had conjured images of a bleak, impenetrable fortress on top of a jagged mountaintop: a proper setting for a fairytale hero to venture into and vanquish evil, but considering the sheer unremarkableness of this house, it was unlikely that an ogre awaited him inside. There would be no trolls in this fairytale, he realised; no wicked witches, or three little pigs. This was his fairytale and Bob, the unlikely protagonist of this story, had a growing uneasiness in the back of his mind that told him that his destiny lay in front of him. If his first step towards the unassuming structure could have been called difficult, the next one was an exercise in resolve. A third, a fourth. this was getting easier. a fifth. it rather brought back memories. a sixth, a seventh. yes, only three years ago. Why did it seem like yesterday? An eight. was it really this difficult? A ninth. the silent count never stopped. Yet. "Get in here boy." Sir Thomas had growled, "It's cold and you're gonna be no good to me if you catch your death out there." Bob had hastened his steps hearing his Master's command and subconsciously moving to obey. His Master was taking him home for the first time, and now, metres away from the threshold, he had petered on the edge of indecision. Only his Master's reassuring growl had kept his nerve from breaking by reminding him of who made the decisions for him. It was a small matter of a half dozen more steps covered in haste, and Bob was inside where he belonged. And he was warm. Bob shivered reflexively. The wind was picking up and a light drizzle was beginning to fall. thirteen, fourteen. `was it warm inside?' he wondered. Was his soon- to-be Master going to open the front door any second now and order him indoors? Fifteen, sixteen. `would it be the same?' he wondered. Would it begin as it did all those years ago? Would it be the same? "Relax boy, relax." His Master crooned reassuringly. "You'll learn to obey promptly if it's the last thing I do." A red ass and a bruised ego were testament to another display of disobedience, or to be more precise: belated obedience. "Your punishment's not over yet boy." His Master warned him. "I'm training you boy. I'm breaking you in, but you have to want it too boy." His husky voice had an exhilarating edge to it, and Bob was forced to suppress a shiver. "You have to want it boy, and you're going to beg me to punish you boy. You're going to beg! Beg for it boy!" "Please Sir," Bob began breathlessly. "Please punish me more Sir." The impact of the next stroke rang in his ears. His Master had decided to employ the paddle this time. Perhaps his hand was getting sore. Perhaps Bob should be punished for that too. Thwack! Thwack! The steady rhythm continued as, in between gasps, Bob begged, and pleaded, and cursed himself for his transgressions: past and present. How he loved his Master, he professed. How his Master was everything to him, and how he was nothing without Him. He might have begun to recite a Shakespearean sonnet. he wasn't sure. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Between gasps and tears now, he was begging, but finally the punishment was over. "There boy. You're finally worthy enough to take my cum again." His Master's voice announced somewhere above the clouds of pain and remorse. Somewhere in his mind, Bob was grateful. "Well boy? What are you waiting for?" Bob mustn't have heard the sound of his Master's pants being undone, because all of a sudden, sitting in the armchair in front of him was the most inviting piece of Master-meat that he had ever paid witness to. "Down boy!" His Master commanded. "Down and suck my cock like the dog that you are!" Bob barely managed a mumbled "Yes Sir," before his hungry lips gratefully enveloped his Masters throbbing flesh, already anticipating the sweet, satisfying taste of his Master's cum. His Master similarly expressed his growing pleasure, groaning a "Yeah, good boy," here and an "Oh, that's right boy," there. Bob tasted precum and felt his Master's growing approval with his tongue. Safe in the knowledge that he was pleasing his Master, Bob savoured the taste of His salty cream and wanted more. Harder, harder, deeper, deeper, Bob pushed himself. He had failed his Master and paid the price already. This time would be different. He would not fail his Master now. He would be a good boy for his Master. He would be a good boy. The thought circulated through his mind as his Master neared orgasm. A few trickles of precum at first, finally became a flood as his Master's meat throbbed, pumping His delicious cum into Bob's mouth and down his throat. Swallowing appreciatively, Bob consumed every last drop before lift his head away, cleaning with his tongue as he went, and rested his head atop his Master's gently heaving chest. "Good boy. That was very good boy. Did you enjoy that?" Murmuring "Yes Sir," Bob let his eyes close, drifting off into a deep, satisfied sleep. The rain was starting to really come down now. Bob felt drenched to the skin. twenty-two, twenty-three. winds that had previously chilled, now numbed him to the bone. Wrapped in a blanket of his memories, Bob continued toward his goal. He remembered smoke. Smoke and sweat and an alcohol fuelled buzz. A warm, clammy hand rested on the thigh of his jeans and a stupidly smiling face regarded him happily. "Are you having a good time?" Neil asked him, patting his thigh. "Uh, yeah. But it's pretty busy." Bob said. "I'm not too comfortable around crowds." "Oh, well we could grab a few beers and head back to my place." Neil wasn't exactly the most tactful of people with a few pints on him. "I don't mind. Whatever you think." Bob answered, also considerably less tactful with some beer to cloud his brain. "OK. Let's go then." Bob wasn't sure he'd expected this answer from Neil, but nevertheless, he had agreed to it. Shuffling to their feet, they gathered their coats and hastened out the door. Stopping by an off-license, Neil picked up a dozen cans of beer and led Bob back to his apartment in a more-than-half drunken stupor. There, through the drunken beer haze, Bob watched Neil put on a kinky porn video and open a can of beer, offering another to him, which Bob accepted gratefully. "Thanks Neil." He said slurring and collapsing onto the sofa. Neil set down his can and removed his jacket, throwing it over the arm of the sofa, and then his top. "It's warm in here." Neil answered weakly. Bob watched as Neil removed his pants and finally all of his clothing, before sitting down calmly beside him. The hand was back on his thigh. "You shouldn't need that top here Bob. It's very hot in here." Bob wasn't sure whether of not Neil was flattering himself, but his hand did feel very good as it slid up his thigh and caressed his crotch. "Why don't you take it off and make yourself comfortable, like me?" At this, Bob's cheeks reddened visibly. "What's the matter Bob? Your Master doesn't have to find out. Besides, there's nothing wrong with being naked around a friend. He's wouldn't mind. Come on Bob. Make yourself at home." Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, Bob watched as Neil undressed him until finally, as the last article of clothing fell away, Bob was standing naked before him and shivering slightly. "Come here. Let me warm you up." Neil said invitingly as Bob lowered himself onto the sofa beside him. Neil reached over and pulled Bob into an embrace, kissing him deeply. Bob felt his hot breath, fetid with the smell of too much beer, as Neil kissed Bob all over, his sweaty hands rubbing over Bob's shivering body. Finally Bob placed a tentative hand on Neil's chest, and allowed himself to be pulled forward into a deep, passionate kiss. About a half hour later, Bob was retching over the toilet bowl. Waves of guilt and nausea washed over him as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the white enamelled bowl, watching the churning of the mixture of water, bile and dinner as he pulled feebly on the handle. Standing, he wiped his face with a facecloth, and fought back the urge to vomit again. Staring into the shaving mirror, Bob wasn't sure he recognised the face staring back. His Master's obedient boy was gone, replaced by this treacherous interloper. He felt sick. Bob shuddered. Not all memories were happy ones. The rain was coming down in sheets now, and he took his next numb steps. The warm glow of the hallway was reassuring, offering him a better life inside. An existence with meaning, with purpose. a second chance. twenty-seven, twenty-eight. Not all memories were happy ones. "You've betrayed me for the last time boy!" He Master shouted angrily. "I can't believe that I put my trust in you and you went behind my back like this. What were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?" Bob knew that he deserved this tirade. For what he had done, there was no excuse, no forgiveness. No amount of punishment could ever absolve him. "I'm sorry Sir. I wasn't thinking. I was drunk and I made a mistake Sir." "A mistake? Forgetting to put on clean underwear is a mistake. Leaving the fridge door open is a mistake. What you did was nothing short of treason. You know what they did to traitors in feudal times, don't you boy? Why should I be any easier on a treacherous scumbag like you?" "Because I love You Sir. I need You Sir." Bob pleaded. His Master choked back a derisive laugh. "You've shown me exactly how much you love me boy. I don't need that kind of love. Now get out! Get out before I throw you out." There was nothing left for Bob to do. There was nothing he could say that would have changed his Master's mind. Bob wasn't even sure if he deserved a second chance. Faced with the knowledge that the last two years of his life had been an expensive lesson in loyalty, Bob had no other choice but to pay the price of failure. A year passed and Bob never saw Him again. Bob suddenly realised that he was standing in front of the doorway. Rain lashed down from the sky, as If trying to beat him to his knees and somewhere in the distance he could hear a low peal of thunder. "I have suffered the consequences, I have paid my price, and I have walked my lonely road for long enough." Bob chanted inaudibly "Now I have a second chance. One that I don't deserve, one that I shouldn't have, but I will take it. My time in purgatory is over, and now I will reclaim my life. I will be happy." Bob finished his silent mantra and reached up a numb arm to push the button for the doorbell. "I will be happy." A ringing sound reached his ears, a pure sound, and the sound of his salvation. Footsteps followed and the door swing open slowly, letting a warm golden glow spill out onto his shivering, rain soaked form. Almost weeping with joy, Bob let himself be led into the hallway, where he was warm, and dry, and happy. NOTE: the author of these stories has been instructed to write based on his personal experience. He is a young submissive, in a serious long-term ownership. The stories are not completely autobiographical, but they include some experience. Master Greg

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Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 21:04:02 -0400 From: "Richard (writing from home)" <richardevanslee@nc.rr.com> Subject: Crotch Boy Randy had a weak chin and big brown eyes. He was 38, with fluffy bright blonde hair and very much a nancy-boy. When we first met I thought we'd get to know each other better but he had a strict routine that he liked. Since it was fun for me I never resisted sticking to it. The doorbell rang and I let him in. He was dressed in the 'uniform' I liked to see guys in and he always wore for me: white dress shoes, white dress shirt and old-fashioned ankle-high sneakers. Where I got that combo from I don't know but I do love it. "Come assume your position." It was what I said every visit without fail. I saw it quietly and impersonally. We went to my favorite chair and got on his knees in front of it. He clasped his hands together at his back and pondered a blank spot of carpet. "Slutboy I don't think you really tried hard to please me last time you were here. Are you forgetting that your only role here is to serve and service me?" He knew not to answer until I asked "Do you want me to send you away and never let you come back?" "No sir. Please let me - " I always loved the whispery abashed tone he had at these moments but stopped him cold. "Shut up. I think you deserve a little lesson. Drop your pants and bend over on your hands." I picked up the plastic ruler I always used. It would snap if I hit him too hard but was stiff enough to give a good sting without leaving a mark. "Count each blow and thank me for each." I slapped his ass. "One, thank you, sir." Again. "Two, thank you, sir." After then tenth I hit him one more time. "Eleven, thank you, sir." "The last one was to remind you that you don't have any rights here and no matter what I may promise you I'm not bound to keep my word." This was pure hooey but he loved hearing it. "Take off your shirt and I'll get you ready." I used some white medical tape to bind his wrists together. If I had a heart attack or stroke he'd be able to free himself but he would be securely bound for what was to come. It was painful to rip off but I think it was the one painful thing he really got a kick out of. I put a pair of blindfolds on and sat down in the chair. He jeans were still around his lower legs which made him look especially helpless and slutty. I clasped the back of his head and pulled him to my crotch. "Rub your cheeks against my legs going back and forth from leg to leg. Glow slow and let your lips touch my crotch before you pass from one leg to the other." He was very good at this. I'd had a mild erection from the moment he was on his knees but now I was rock hard. I let this go on for not quite ten minutes before I pulled him away by his hair. I got up and unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them. But I left my underwear on. Sitting back down I pulled him back to me. "Like the inside of my things. Keep licking until I tell you to stop." As his tongue flicked along my skin I felt more and more aroused. I don't think I lasted five minutes before I pulled his head back to stop him. "Run your lips up and down the side of my cock." My shorts were quickly soggy with his saliva. I didn't want this over yet but was begining to feel like it would be. Pulling him away again I got up. "Sit there and think how much better you're going to service me than you did last time." I went to the bathroom and threw the shorts in the dirty clothes hamper. Then I just stood there for a couple of minutes while I cooled down. I went back to the chair and sat. "Now my sweet slut I want you to kiss the head of my cock. And keep kissing it until I stop you." I guided his head in position. They were soft slow kisses, not pecks. After a minute of this I told him "Now like it, up and down, lick my balls some too, you've been neglected them." That tongue was sheer bliss. I was grunting and moaning. I reached out and gently pushed the head of my cock into his mouth. He took the cue and started pumping. I help myself back as long as I could but finally my cock exploded while my mind went into orbit. When I recovered I picked him up and carried him to my bed. We'd rest a bit before I reciprocated by giving his ass a good workout. Richard Evans Lee : http://www.livejournal.com/users/richardevanslee

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Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 14:15:51 -0700 From: bluejay1501@juno.com Subject: "The Weakest Twink" Gay Authoritarian ========================================================================= This story is from imagination. If you don't realize that and you think it is true, you need help and should not be at this site. You ought to get out in the fresh air and toss a football or something. I wish you well. Goo'bye ========================================================================= "The Weakest Twink" I believe the world is not divided between man and woman; gay and straight, rich and poor etc. rather it is divided between the weak and the strong; the one who gives orders and the one that takes orders. It's the Yin and Yang of creation. Don't feel sorry for the submissive one; no, he loves his inferior position. It is not necessarily sexual but often to gain control, one must dominate sexually. That's lots of talk. Now let me show you from my life. I am 24 years old. I'm six feet three, blond, weigh 250 lbs. I've pretty imposing. In addition I'm very good looking in a manly way. I have a natural dominant leadership style and I have never had any problem bending others to my will.and they were happy with the arrangement and begged for more. I run a landscaping service. I have three crews going at all times and I deliver them with the equipment at the various homes and then pick them up after an hour. They are expected to be finished at the site in one hour, or else. I recruit my workers from high schools and local colleges. They are naturally about 17 to 20. I look for jocks and post my notice for new workers in the gyms. Jocks are best because the have the strength and the ability to take orders (thanks to the coaches.) In addition, jocks like outside physical work to keep up their bodies during the summer and after school during the year. There is a large turnover because the kids graduate or get better jobs. Therefore I am interviewing someone almost all the time. This particular day (not untypical) I was waiting to see a Jeff McNally. He showed up, knocked politely on the frame of the open door. He was a typical high school jock: muscular, wearing an athletic shirt and short shorts. His smooth forearms and shoulders were exposed and looked strong and sexy. He was a good looking dude: nice open face, short cut light hair and nice blue eyes. I immediately grabbed the upper hand. "Come in Jeff. Close the door." That was two orders to soften him up. He jumped to comply. My strong tone of voice confused him and I could see his eyes slightly glazed and a spot of color on his beardless cheeks. I got up and purposely allowed his letter of application to slip from my hand and onto the floor. "Get on your knees and pick that up," I commanded. This was the final test. If he objected, then I would ease off. I might still hire him but it wouldn't be as much fun. He started to get up after retrieving the paper. "I didn't tell you to get up. Crawl over here and give it to me." He paused a moment, sighed and began crawling on his knees toward me. "You are a nice doggy," I said, scratching his hair behind his ear. The boy breathed audibly and rubbed his face against my hand. "Nice doggy. Come here." He crawled until he was at my feet. I took his head and pushed his face into my crotch. "Smells good, doesn't it?" The boy mumbled and continued to sniff and rub me. He was not sexually aroused but he was getting something he wanted: orders from someone; a chance not to think, but obey. "Jeff, boy, open my zipper." He was breathing hard from confusion and a new sense of sexual excitement. This was something forbidden but made OK because I ordered it. He opened the zipper. My cock was already lengthening because I get off on a kid's submission. "Kiss the end of my dick." He looked up at me questioningly. "Yes boy, it's OK, I'm ordering you to." He kissed my pisshole. He moaned because of the unfamiliarity of this action. "Lick!" He put out his smooth tongue and licked the head, then warming to his task, he licked the whole shaft. "That's a good boy. Now open your pretty lips and take my cock inside." Again Jeff hesitated, looked up at me. I slapped his cheek lightly. "Learn to take orders boy!" He sighed and took my dick in his mouth. His mouth began to water and I could see saliva dripping down. He slipped me deeper. He was almost again my hairy pubes. "Now suck gently." He was very gentle; almost loving. It was an excellent suck. I knew I'd have him for my pleasure anytime. He was loving it. I noticed he opened his pants and took out his very long cock and began pinching and stroking it and pulling on his balls. That was good because he will remember this as pleasurable. "I think I'm going to come." I lifted his chin and looked into his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth still puckered for sucking. "You want my sweet cream don't you." He opened his eyes and looked at me. There was complete defeat in them. He nodded humbly. "OK a few more deep sucks and I ugh, ugh aaah." My whole body vibrated and I began shooting. He couldn't take it all. I could see his own cock shooting on the floor as well. "Jeff, you got the job." "Do I have to do this again?" "Do you want to?' He stared in my eyes and then he said softly "Yesss." Well I had some good fun with Jeff and a few other of my pets over the next few months. Not all the kids I hired were submissive. It's interesting that some of the most easily conquered ones were very aggressive away from me and could dominate their work crews if they had to. A few months later, one of my kid broke his leg in a motor cycle accident. Again I was in the market. I check over some of the applications and picked out one at random. His name of Raul Lopez. I noticed that he was a star pole vaulter. "Maybe he can vault my pole," I laughed to myself. The day of our appointment Raul came in, no knock, just sat down on the other side of the desk. He was a bit cheeky. Let's see if I can tame him. I began asking him the usual questions. He was a very attractive kid, tannish Latino skin. wearing a short tee shirt which exposed his belly and low slung black pants. He had a tattoo of a knife dripping blood on his slim but muscular upper arm. His exposed stomach was smooth and glossy. I found myself looking at it. He had fine features and a shock of black hair. His most arresting feature was his eyes: they were coal black and crackling fire, set in put whites. His smile was very confident and he displayed gorgeous white teeth framed by the most beautiful puffy lips I had every seen. I tried to pull myself together and gain control of the interview. "Do you think you have the strength to do this landscape job?" He laughed and moved right up to my chair. " I'm slim but I'm strong. Here feel these pecs." He lifted up his cutoff shirt and exposed a nice set of pecs and tight muscled stomach. His nipples were dark brown and seemed to be erected. I leaned forward and felt. He was so smooth. I looked up. He was smiling encouragingly. "Lick those nubs." I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out. They were hard, like little cocks. His body smelt intoxicatingly: sweat, sweet and a little rancid. He looked down at my lap. My large penis was sticking up in my nylon shorts. " You like making Raul happy, don't you?" I nodded dumbly and would agree to anything as long as I could continue to sniff and lick him. "Let's have fun. I've got my trusty Vasoline tube. Here, let me help you." He lifted me out of the chair. He was a strong kid. He turned me around and bent me over the desk and in one motion, pulled down my shorts. I wasn't wear anything underneath. "A nice, white, gringo ass. Some fuzzy hair, but we'll forgive that." He leaned forward, greased my hole and entered part way in one single coordinated move. I let out a groan of surprise and a little pain. "Hang in there Baby. You are going to love this." He eased a few more half inches in. I felt better. In fact my cock which had retreated, began to rise and press against the desk. "Oh yeah, one more magic inch and we'll be home and you will cry when I pull out." He began lightly slapping my ass and I opened up and he was there. I felt like I was filled beyond my capacity. He began to slowly move, in and out, panting against my back. I heard myself say. "Fuck me Raul. I'm almost ready to come." He began slamming me, my cock was rubbing against the desk. Suddenly he yelled something and I could feel his spunk inside me and I shook and came. "That was very nice, boss man," he said. "Of course I got the job. Yes?" "Yes," I said weakly. Now I'm not so sure that we are, each one, exclusively dominant or submissive. I guess some dominants haven't met Raul. End Hope you liked it. Regards, Jay Robert.

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Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 17:27:58 +0000 From: Graham Kavanaugh <fueroth@hotmail.com> Subject: A Decision A Decision By: Graham Kavanagh 26th November 2002 please email feedback to fueroth@hotmail.com A Decision Awash in a crushing sea of bodies, noise and smoke, Bob found himself cursing again as more beer spilled over the rim of the glasses and onto the already-soaked tray that he was carrying. Dodging one man's elbow and another man's chair moving backwards, Bob picked his way through the crowd with grace that spoke of years of experience. Coughing slightly in the din and smoke, he circled around the room towards the table where his patrons were waiting patiently. On any normal night he would have said that the atmosphere was positively charged and the crowd were in high spirits. On any normal night he might have said the same for himself. Not tonight though. Tonight was different. Tonight he was working. Two Heineken and a Guinness; four scotch and red with ice; three Smithwicks, a Bulmers and a Miller. the orders kept coming unabated, and with no respite in sight for Bob, except for the still distant paradise that was his break. Two hours to go yet. He consoled himself with the fact that tonight the eye candy was especially good. Tonight was the men's night in the gay bar where he worked and already he had lived out three fantasy romances with some of the patrons and had estimated that two orgies and five romances later, he would be on his break at last. Forcing his way through another knot of men and passing the general congestion around the front of the bar, Bob was soon cursing again as he felt the crowd open reluctantly to let him pass and closing behind him, engulfing him as he pushed towards the table with his latest order, two cabernet sauvignons and a pint of Carlsberg. After finally setting the drinks on the table and collecting their payment (including a not insignificant tip) Bob returned to the bar and found a new order waiting for him. "Here, Bob." Alan told him, "Take these drinks here to the table in the corner there." Still cursing under his breath, Bob took the drinks, two cokes and a Guinness, and made his way carefully, to the table in question. There, he was greeted with a sight to give him pause. Seated at the table were three men, two wearing chain collars secured by small padlocks. One of them wore a rubber shirt and a pair of jeans and had closely shaved hair. The other wore a leather vest over a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans and had spiked hair dyed red at the points as well as several facial piercings. The third man was the most attractive man that Bob had ever seen. Lounging lazily in his chair, this was a man who was practically dripping with authority. Looking at him evoked images of a king on his throne, flanked by his two personal guards. This `king' however, wore a black waistcoat over a black t-shirt and black leather pants. Grey eyes regarded him intently beneath dark eyebrows and his lips quirked in a predatory half-smile. Realising that he was staring at the Master (which this man certainly must be), Bob quickly averted his eyes. He didn't need to see the Master's growing smile to know that he was blushing. "Um. your. ah. drinks Sir." Bob mumbled while hastily setting down the glasses. "Good boy, and so polite. Now how much is that?" The Master said in an amused tone as Bob's face grew redder and redder. "It's. uh. ten forty-five please." Despite avoiding eye contact, Bob could feel the Master's appraising stare as he paid Bob the money. The other two men, his boys, Bob realised, said nothing, but silently stole considering glances in Bob's direction. Leaving the table, Bob realised that he had been holding his breath. Shaking his head, he breathed a sigh of relief. The Master was definitely very, very good looking, but being around him was an unnerving experience for Bob. Still, he decided to keep an eye on him. Tonight had just gotten interesting. It was about forty-five minutes later when Bob received the Master's next order (which was much the same as the last one). Making haste to the table, Bob once again was unnerved by the Master's stare and this time the boys seemed to share their master's grin. This time, Bob resolved not to avert his gaze. He met their stares with a look of determination. When the master arched an eyebrow though, it was all he could do not to burst out laughing. He tried a tentative and polite smile, and set down the drinks carefully. "That's ten forty-five please." Bob managed to say, silently applauding himself on his composure. "Here boy, keep the change." The master replied, handing Bob fifteen. Taking the money from him, Bob was suddenly taken aback. The master was no longer grinning. His smile was now a warm and friendly smile. It was a puzzled Bob that made his way back to the bar. Had he passed some sort of test? Had he imagined it all? The masters smiling face filled his thoughts. Finally Bob's break came. He set the tray down and got himself a drink of orange juice and went into the back room behind the bar where the staff would take their breaks. With a sigh of satisfaction, Bob lowered himself down onto the couch and took a sip of his drink. Suddenly the door opened and the master swept into the room, closing it behind him quietly. "Relax boy, I'm a friend of the manager. My name is Sir Paul. I've heard a bit about you boy." "What are you doing back here? If James comes in here we could both get in trouble." Bob hissed. "Manners boy. Call me Sir, as is appropriate, and James already knows, in fact it was his idea." Sir Paul replied coolly. "But what are you doing back here. um. Sir?" Bob whispered. "Why looking for a new boy of course. And here you are boy. James told me about your last Master. I'm sorry to hear about it. Well I'll be precise. I saw you in the bar; I thought to myself `now there's a boy that would look good on my dungeon wall. now how do I get him there.' " Sir Paul paused to catch a breath, "Let's face it, I don't do this kind of thing so often that I'm a pro. Well anyway, I was just wondering, are you interested?" Bob had never seen a Master look perplexed or at a loss for words before, so he wasn't sure at first what that kind of facial expression looked like on a Master. now he knew. He just sat there; dumbfounded for a few moments, before realising that Sir Paul was waiting for a response. "Well, ah. you've said quite a mouthful Sir. I don't really know what to say. I mean I know absolutely nothing about you, yet you say you know a little about me? Have you been stalking me or something?" "Nothing like that boy. No. I was just talking to James last week and he mentioned you to me, and I was intrigued. From the sound of things you were a pretty loyal and devoted to your Master. I didn't hear why he let you go, but it's none of my business. If and when you start serving me, you get a clean slate boy. It's one of those few mercies I afford to boys who please me." If his smile earlier was predatory, the one he gave Bob now was positively chilling. After a few moments of silent contemplation Bob finally answered, "Well, I have to admit that I'm tempted Sir, and even flattered, the fact still remains. I know almost nothing about you." "Very well boy, I'll tell you a bit about myself and then leave you to make your decision." Sir Paul began, "I'm 35 years old, as you can see, and I have one boy and a dog already called Johnny and Spike. I've been a Master for almost 3 years now, so I have some experience, and I am a member of several BDSM groups. I'm out to my friends and I a very open and honest person. I like reading, television and gaming. I do some sports in my spare time and am an avid student of martial arts. I'm friendly, as you can tell," another flash of that predatory grin, "and sincere but if you disobey me, you will get punished. I don't like repeat offenders, so my punishments are usually strict, but I'm an understanding guy." Bob sat silent for a few moments thinking. Here was a Master who was intriguing, honest and brave. More than that, he was attractive. Looking at him made Bob's heart ache. Thoughts and considerations flew through his head. Finally he decided he needed more time. "I'll need to think about it in my own time and get back to you. I don't know when. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I don't know exactly. Is there a number where I can reach you Sir?" "Better boy, here's my address. When you've made up your mind drop by any time after seven in the evening. And dress appropriately boy." With that, Sir Paul swept out of the room, leaving Bob alone with his thoughts. By the time his break was finished, Bob still hadn't decided, in spite of having lived out two fantasy romances with Sir Paul. The rest of the night passed quietly, and Sir Paul left early. Finally, James told Bob to clock out and head home. Bob tossed and turned all night. The next day passed agonisingly slowly as Bob deliberated over his choice. finally seven o'clock came around, and Bob found himself donning a pair of jeans and a white t- shirt. He hadn't decided yet, but there was no reason not to wear them. Then, after a frugal dinner he decided to go for a walk. It came as no surprise to him at all that he ended up standing outside Sir Paul's house, still wracked with indecision, and staring like some stray. A light was on in the hallway, and shivering in the cold, Bob thought about how much warmer it would be inside. Finally a gust of biting cold wind decided it for him. Bob took his first step into his new life.

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Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2021 01:25:54 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 18 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 18 John's eyes opened big in surprise before his expression morphed into a big grin. "Yes sir!" He rummaged through his heap of belongings to find his toiletry bag and get what he needed out of it, casually swiping at his phone before he turned to join Andrew, who was climbing up to lay on the sink as he had last time. Was that just yesterday? "What's the plan, sexy?" he asked, noting the tiny red light illuminated in the corner of the mirror behind Andrew. "How far do you want to go?" "All the way, of course," Andrew replied in a tone of voice that implied John was silly to ask. "Just checking," John chuckled. "It will grow back, of course, but I didn't want to assume..." "Pretend this body is yours and do with it what you will." "Really?" "Yes, already." "God, you're sexy," he breathed. He could tell from Andrew's expression that he was growing more impatient by the moment. The time for talk had passed. John took a washcloth and got it wet with hot water. He wrung it out loosely and wet Andrew's closest arm before applying shaving cream to its entirety. It wasn't as if Andrew was very hairy to begin with, but John was going to be sure to do a complete job of it. He started at the shoulder and moved down towards the hand and then down each finger until he was certain not a hair remained. He then moved Andrew's arm upward to expose his pit. He looked into Andrew's eyes. "Last chance for limits." "I don't want any." "Okay then." He lathered and then shaved Andrew's armpit, reveling in the trust Andrew was showing him. It turned out Andrew was ticklish, but he was determined to finish what he had started. John did his best to be mindful, so they successfully made it through. Andrew continued to lay still on the shelf with his eyes closed, so John decided to make this as sensuous as he could. Although he had never heard of a spa shave, he was going to see if he could make it as much like a massage as he could. John felt it was a little strange to be working on Andrew's body lying on a table this way. The few times he had done this for someone before, they were both standing in a shower, which was an entirely different arrangement. Andrew was so passive�surprisingly, after the way he had asserted himself to get to this point�that John had to fight off internal comparisons to a mortician's actions. But instead of being cold and lifeless, the flesh under his hand was hot and sexy and attached to the man he wanted to hold onto forever. He lathered up the nearest half of Andrew's torso from the neck down to his waist and began to rid that of hair as well. He worked in long, smooth strokes, overlapping each one slightly to make sure nothing was missed. Andrew again had to work not to twitch while John worked on his ticklish sides. John was able to closely study every inch of Andrew's body as he went. The super toned muscles, the supple fair skin, and even the flutter of his breathing were absolutely captivating. He couldn't help stroking Andrew as he worked, enjoying the smooth feel under his hands. He kept working his way lower, lathering up Andrew's upper thigh next while avoiding the crotch area for now. He used smaller strokes now, as Andrew had more fur on his legs than appeared at first glance due to its light color. John smoothly swept the hair off one spot at a time. And so it continued from the mid-thigh to the knee: dampened with the cloth, lathered with the shaving cream, shaved with the razor, wiped with the cloth, stroked with the hand. Below the knee required even shorter strokes due to more of the longer hair. He also took extra care to make sure he didn't nick Andrew's skin on the unyielding shin and ankle bones. Now he was down to Andrew's foot. John wasn't a huge foot fetish man, but he still had to admit he thought Andrew's feet were shapely and perfect. Continuing the process he had already established, he wrapped and cleaned the foot with the warm washcloth, lathered it up, and removed the hair. Then he wrung out the washcloth and wiped off the excess shaving cream. Once he had gotten it all, he ran his fingers along the newly smoothed skin in such a way that it really became a sensual foot rub as he kneaded Andrew's toes and the (luckily not too-ticklish) sole of his foot. After he had done that for a while, he lightly traced his finger up Andrew's body from his big toe all the way up his leg, over his hip bone, up his stomach, across his nipple, over his shoulder and then back down his arm to the tip of his pointer finger. He noted happily that Andrew's cock was hard as a rock again. "Okay, kiddo," John said. "I need you to turn over face down now." Andrew sat up and turned himself over, not even bothering to open his eyes. He grunted when he first tried to lay down face first, and had to reach down to point his cock down before he tried again. The second attempt worked, but John guessed his dick was still complaining at the strain of being pushed in a different direction from its natural inclination: up. "You okay?" he asked Andrew. "Yeah, I'll be fine." "Okay, let me know if that changes or you need a break." "I will." John started just as he had before, taking care of the arm first, though he waited on the armpit since Andrew was face down this time around. He then proceeded to Andrew's shoulder and back. There was virtually no hair here, but to keep the feeling of a complete spa work over, he continued as if it did. Warm wipe, lather, swipe, wipe, stroke... Quickly finishing that, he moved down to his butt. John admired the beautiful concavity of the cheek in his hands as he rubbed it with the warm washcloth just a little bit harder than he had yet with any other section. Once he had brought to a bit of a red glow, he lathered it up and shaved it clean of any hair. He went up to the crack of Andrew's ass, but didn't shave inside. He was saving that for later! Next, he tackled the back of Andrew's thigh and upper leg, naturally followed by the lower leg. He spent a little extra time on Andrew's calves, because he remembered he always loved that when getting a massage. Since Andrew was face down, he decided to postpone the foot as well. Just like before, when he was finished, he traced his finger up Andrew's prone body in a tactile final gesture. "Are you still awake down there?" he asked, chuckling. "Barely," groaned Andrew. "It's time to flip again, isn't it?" "Yep," John confirmed. "And this time I need your head to be where your feet are now." "Okay." Andrew scooted himself back and up into a crouch, turned around, and laid back down. He wasn't as hard this time, so it went smoothly. He was quickly sprawled out again. John went back to his task, repeating every move he had made last time. After he had made it to Andrew's ankles and double checked his work, he went back to that tidy bum turned up so appetizingly to him. He got it damp and clean with the warm cloth as usual and then applied the foam, making sure to work it around thoroughly until it was well coated. Then, pulling his cheeks apart, he shaved every pit of hair inside the crack, keeping the razor well clear of Andrew's little pink rosebud. Having satisfied himself that he had gotten everything, he wiped Andrew clean. As John inspected his work, Andrew's pucker kept drawing his attention until he finally leaned down and swiped it with his tongue. He felt Andrew shiver at the contact, and then decided to make absolutely certain he hadn't missed a single hair by running his tongue over every bit of Andrew's cleft several times. And several times again. Andrew was no longer passively relaxed as he hunched his butt back for more contact with John's licker. John obliged him and started rimming him for real, driving his wet hot tongue deeply into Andrew's hole. He lapped at the walls of Andrew's channel and teased the opening until he knew Andrew was revved up and wanting more. He stopped to take a peek at Andrew's cock, and sure enough, it was an energetic red with a single bead of precum at the tip of his piss slit. He leaned down again and kissed each cheek of Andrew's sexy butt. "Okay," he announced a little too loudly. "I'm finished with this side! You need to roll over now!" When he turned over this time, Andrew wore the incredulous expression of one utterly dumbfounded and maybe even betrayed. "Trust me," John said more gently. "You don't want me to forget to finish, do you?" Andrew looked at him strangely. It was then John realized the words he'd just used. "I won't forget to finish," he assured Andrew. "Anything. Especially you. I will always finish you! And whatever I'm doing, too. If I'm doing you, there's no way! I mean�" John faded into silence for a moment. "I'm making it worse, aren't I?" Andrew's expression gained an extra glimmer of...something, though John had been caught off stride and had trouble getting his bearings back, so he couldn't quite read it. "Yes, you are." "My bad," John said after another pause. "I'm shutting up now, but if you will please lay back down, I can get you all finished up." Andrew smiled. "You're the boss." He laid back down and closed his eyes again. John noticed that Andrew's cock had gone down and kicked himself mentally for breaking the mood. Determined to recreate the mood, John went back to work. Just as he had done before, he started at the top of Andrew's body and worked down, section by section. He first shaved Andrew's armpit and then moved to the shoulders and chest. He took a little longer this time and added a lot more "quality control" strokes. John wasn't sure if it was working or not until he had reached Andrew's hips and noticed that his rod was waking up again. With that burden lifted from his mind, he was able to focus on the task at hand again. He hadn't given Andrew so much as a nick so far, and he was determined to keep that going to the end. True to form, he went around the crotch area and continued down to Andrew's toes and followed up with a proper foot rubdown as he had before. With that accomplished, he lightly traced his finger up from the toes to the knee, and to the hip, but then he stopped. Instead, his finger traced sideways into Andrew's bush, around his cock without touching it, and down below his balls. He added other fingers as he teased them lightly from underneath. Andrew's cock pulsed and twitched in response. He was ready for the next stage. John wet the washcloth thoroughly once again and doused Andrew's middle with it before lathering him up with more shaving cream. He started by holding his balls in one hand and holding them to one side and then the other while he used his other hand to remove the hair from between Andrew's legs. Then John pulled each ball sac taut one at a time to deprive them of their covering. After a considerable time of tugging and holding, John rolled them around in his hands until he deemed both balls satisfactorily hairless and baby smooth. That finished, he grabbed a nice firm hold of Andrew's rod�to hold it out of danger, of course�and began to carefully shave away the surrounding bush of hair. He had to keep moving the ragingly erect penis out of the way at different angles to get just the right angle for the strokes, which proved somewhat difficult since the shaving cream left it all slick. John was determined though, so he just gripped tighter and every time his hand would start to slip off, he would shift his grip back down to the base. Eventually, no more hair could be found, but he kept looking for more, holding Andrew's slippery cock first this way and then another, continually having to push his grip down to keep it from sliding off. Andrew squirmed more and more until John finally looked up to see he had raised himself onto his elbows and was watching him intently. Well, maybe not very intently: he had the glazed look in his eyes of someone who was on the very edge of consciousness. While John continued to try to keep a grip on the shaft in his care with one hand, the long finger of his other hand followed a trail of shaving cream down one of Andrew's smooth balls and then further down until, slick with the foam, it slipped into Andrew's warm and slippery bung hole until it bumped into a small nodule. No sooner had John bumped that button than Andrew cried out and his cock exploded like a volcano, spewing its white load all over the shit-eating smile on John's handsome face. Andrew came in ropes. If he hadn't known better, John would have sworn Andrew had to be edging himself for weeks for a load like that. But he did know better. This sexy man was a sperm machine. And he was all his. ********* 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: Tue, 16 Feb 2021 01:30:47 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 17 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 17 "You weren't listening to me at all, were you?" John asked with a grin. "You were talking about how fast I ate." "And then?" John prompted. "And then something about picking things up going down," Andrew answered sheepishly. "That's what I thought," John replied, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?" "I can think of lots of things." John laughed. "I'm sure you can, Horndog. Now leave your climbing gear here under the bench and we can get going." "Yes, Boss!" After they stowed all the equipment, they headed up the stairs and soon made it to the outhouse. After using the facilities, Andrew joined John at the sink to wash his hands. John was looking at him through the mirror, but it seemed as though he was looking through him rather than at him. "What's up?" he asked. "Huh?" John responded, startled out of his reverie. "Oh, nothing. What do you say we leave our towels here and get them later?" "Aren't we going for the grotto?" "Yeah, but I'm thinking if we use them there, they won't be dry for our evening shower on our way back down. It's a nice sunny day, so we could just lay out and dry in the sun and save the towels for later." "Are you sure it's warm enough?" "Sure!" "Well okay, we can do that if you want to," Andrew said with more confidence than he felt. Not having a towel with him at all sounded foolish when he knew he was going to get wet. It went against everything his Scout training had drilled into him about always being prepared. On the other hand, he wanted to show John that he trusted him. 'When in Rome...' he thought to himself. They hung their towels on hooks next to the shower and made their way back outside to the stairs and up toward the grotto. Whether it was having John with him or being in a familiar setting, it didn't seem to take near as long as last time to get to the top. As beautiful as he remembered, Andrew admired the dark wet stones and watched the rainbows dance in the waterfall's spray before John cut him short. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" he hollered, yanking at the hem of his shirt and kicking off his shoes. "Dork!" yelled Andrew as he followed suit. He was mere moments behind John as they scrambled into the water buck naked. "I win!" crowed John. "So I'm an egg," retorted Andrew. "What of it?" "I don't care what you are, Egghead," John declared as he reached out to Andrew to pull him close. "The truth is, I claim you for good!" "And hopefully evil too," Andrew added with grin. "Definitely," John assured him. Andrew felt John's perfect fur against him again as they hugged each other close right under the waterfall. The rough texture highlighted the slickness of his own skin and did nothing to conceal the hardened nipples poking his chest. It went without saying that both cocks were awake and vying for attention as they were mashed together, but for once they were forced to wait as neither man wanted to let go. They kissed for a moment before Andrew lay his head on John's shoulder in utter happiness. John followed suit and they continued to share the warmth of this peaceful moment. Andrew could feel the flutter of John's heartbeat through their full body contact, and noticed his own was perfectly in time, though ever so slightly off from John's: bu-bum, bu-bum, bu-bum. Andrew could feel a slight rumble from the body he was holding as John murmured in his ear. "I love feeling your body against mine." "Me too," Andrew sighed. Then he chuckled. "What's up?" "I was just thinking that part of it is I get to pretend for a second that I have the same glorious fur on my body that you do. I'm so jealous." "What? Really?" "Yeah! What's so surprising about that?" "I wouldn't go so far as to say I hate it, but I always wanted to be sleek and sexy like you." "You're joking!" "No, seriously! Maybe it's because I was teased for it in my teens, but it took a long time for me to be comfortable with it." "I was teased for being late to the party," Andrew confessed. "I think I was the very last in my class to hit puberty. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die." "Oh no!" "Well kids are mean, and teens suck especially." "Yes, they certainly do!" John agreed with a humorous glint in his eye. "I still have to pretend I'm over it. Eventually I'll convince myself." "It'll happen," John assured him. "For the record, I absolutely love the contrast between us." "Me too, actually," Andrew admitted. "If I can't have it myself, I am thrilled to enjoy it on you." "So now I'm your vicarious vessel!" "My what?" "Oh, sorry: you get to live your fantasies through me." "Yeah, kind of, I guess. As long as I'm living them WITH you too!" "You aren't getting rid of me any time soon!" "I'm holding you to that, just so you know." "I wouldn't have it any other way!" They gave each other an even tighter squeeze to seal their agreement, then one of Andrew's hands moved down John's naked flesh until it reached and gripped one of his furry butt cheeks. John mirrored the movement until he had half of Andrew's ass cupped in his hand as well. Andrew turned his head and started to nuzzle and kiss below John's jawline. As before, John mimicked him and was soon doing his best to create a hickey on his neck too. Meanwhile, their hands had not stayed idle, as they each rubbed and kneaded the mounds they held. Andrew extended his fingers into John's crack to tease his hole, and John continued to match him move for move. Their cocks felt like they were burning between then, still being deprived of any attention besides the continued pressure of trying to occupy the inadequate space between their bellies. Andrew grew impatient of John copying his every move, so he suddenly dropped to his knees and dove face first onto John's turgid pole. Andrew impressed himself that he was able to take it all in one quick try, though it stretched his jaws to the limit to manage it. John gasped loudly. "Damn, boy!" He exclaimed. Pleased with himself, Andrew continued to give the thick rod in his mouth his full attention. He even managed to get his tongue involved despite the limited space in his mouth left from John's manhood. John was panting faster and faster until he suddenly leaned over and literally lifted Andrew up out of the water and off his cock. Andrew felt himself lifted and swung to one side as John took a couple steps toward the edge of the pool where Andrew spied a smooth flat stone a little higher than the water line. John dropped him there on his hands and knees and quickly shoved his face into Andrew's ass. Andrew moaned as John's tongue gave him the most insistent rimming he had ever experienced. Not harsh, but direct and deep without any of the teasing that their previous encounters entailed. This tongue was on a mission. Andrew got even more turned on knowing what would follow-�soon! Sure enough, only a few minutes later, that squirming tongue at his back door was replaced with the solid end of John's cock. It felt impossibly hard and impossibly big, but Andrew wanted it inside him as badly as it clearly wanted in. He felt it push firmly against the resistance of his hole. Suddenly he felt a sharp smack on his ass. He yelped and his hole loosened in surprise, and that was all it took: John was inside with one big whoosh. Damn, he felt huge! He grunted loudly in surprise more than anything else and heard his own voice speaking: "Fuck yeah, John! Drill me!" Normally, Andrew was not a fan of rough and tumble sex, but here he was not only resigned to it, but egging John on, and of course John was only too happy to oblige. He found himself moving his ass to John's rhythm, pushing back to give each thrust of that thick man meat a little more impact and to elicit more bestial groans and panting from John. It was wild, and Andrew could feel his own cock throbbing in response to the intensity of the moment. He gripped his dick with one hand while John continued to plow him from behind, and it only took a few quick pulls to bring himself to explosion. He dowsed the rock he was on with volley after volley of his seed. He could feel his ass clamp down so tightly that John couldn't pull his cock out. With each burst of cum, Andrew's ass squeezed tighter, massaging and milking John's cock without his having to even move. With the gripping surge of his last shot, his ass muscles brought John to climax, practically sucking out John's semen as he lost his load into Andrew. "Fuck!" yelled John, his cock still buried to the hilt in Andrew. Andrew agreed as he tried to catch his breath from under him. He swore he could literally feel John's hot load seep into his inner core. Andrew felt John's arms hook under his and he was pulled up until he was standing on his knees with John's member still nestled inside the warm cocoon of his ass. He turned his head to the side and was greeted with a long loving kiss from the sexy man behind him. John gently pulled his spent cock from Andrew's tenderized hole and helped him get up from the rock and back into the waist-deep water of the pool. "Are you all right? I think I got carried away again..." John trailed off. "I'm fine," Andrew assured him. "That was hot!" John grinned in relief. "It really was! But I thought you weren't a fan of the Quick-and-Dirty." "I didn't think I was either, but apparently I am. With you, anyway." John smiled broadly. "I'm so happy to help you expand your horizons." "I'm sure you are," Andrew laughed. "But so am I." They stood under the waterfall again and rinsed off all the sex sweat from their bodies, spending a good amount of time stroking each other-�just to be very sure no spots were missed, of course. Having satisfied themselves with the impromptu shower, they got out of the pool to find somewhere to sun themselves dry. John led Andrew around to the side of the grassy knoll on which they had eaten their first picnic lunch toward several flat rocks similar to the one on which Andrew had perched a short time ago next to the water. It was clearly a natural arrangement as it was not flat, but it reminded Andrew of a flagstone patio. John laid down on one that had a second rock slightly higher that could function as a very hard pillow. Andrew decided to lay down next to him and put his head on John's shoulder without a word. John put his arm around Andrew and rested his hand on his chest. Securely nestled, it didn't take long before Andrew was fast asleep. John closed his eyes as the sun warmed his skin. He felt the warmth of Andrew's body beside him and even his heartbeat under the palm of the hand that he loosely placed over one of Andrew's pecs. He felt that pulse slow down and realized Andrew had drifted off. A part of him felt a little guilty because he had promised himself not to get too aggressive with this sexy man beside him without asking first, and he had just steamrolled right over the boundaries he had set for himself. Andrew seemed to be okay about it, but it pained John to have lost his self-control like that. He was much more used to the "hearty" side of sex than Andrew seemed to be. Such a romantic! But aggression had become the norm for John when it came to sex, and he had to consciously remember to view things through Andrew's eyes. He didn't want to scare Andrew off by taking things too far too quickly. 'You're just over-thinking things,' he told himself. 'He said he enjoyed it, so get over yourself and relax. Besides, you know very well there is a tiger under that reserved fa�ade.' 'Yes, but it has to be brought out carefully to flourish and bloom. You never know what could trigger a withdrawal, and I have a feeling it would take some hard work to bring it out again if I misstep.' 'You worry too much.' 'Only because I've been there myself.' 'Sure, sure, and look at you now!' John mentally shook himself to bring back his focus. Andrew wasn't apparently put off by anything so far, but he also seemed surprised to be enjoying it. That was odd. Maybe he just hadn't been exposed to much. With porn so prevalent, that was kind of a ridiculous notion, and yet... There is a big difference between enjoying the idea of it in porn or in your imagination, and something else entirely to experience it firsthand. That must be it, he decided. Revelation struck as he realized just how far back Andrew had been holding himself. He probably had never let himself explore his own sexuality. Everyone he knew went balls to the wall for experiences just after puberty, but it seemed Andrew took an entirely different approach and walled himself off. John's heart hurt for him even more, realizing how isolated Andrew probably felt. Of course, maybe he was reading far too much into his impressions and Andrew was just coy. He doubted it, but it was possible. Either way, he figured he would continue with his long-term plan: take it easy, step by step and go from there. He had to admit that slowing down and looking at everything with fresh perspective made everything interesting again, where it had felt boring and predictable before. Nothing felt boring where Andrew was concerned. It was like every sense was cranked to eleven when they shed their clothes. How long it would continue to be like this was anyone's guess, but he was going to do his best to perpetuate it indefinitely. He pondered the tidbits he had gleaned so far. Andrew was clearly not used to being openly naked, but the idea of Duncan taking pictures had seemed to inspire curiosity rather than shame. That was a good sign. That train of thought had already started rolling down its track in John's mind. Then he remembered what Andrew had mentioned in the grotto about wishing he were hairy but liking the contrast between the two of them. John loved the juxtaposition too. Maybe... They were both startled awake later by the cry of a nearby hawk. "Oh no!" exclaimed an apprehensive Andrew as he looked to his wrist for a watch that wasn't there. "How long were we out?" "I'm not sure," John admitted. "But I would say a little too long. I can feel the tightness of my exposed skin, if not a burn." "Did I burn?" "I don't think so," John assured him. "You look a little dark, but not red." A moment later he had to retract that somewhat: "Actually, on second look, part of you looks a tiny bit pink," he said gesturing toward Andrew's crotch. Andrew looked down with dread to see the barest hint of pink. "Maybe we woke up just in time," he suggested hopefully. "Could be, but I think it's time we got moving." "Agreed!" They went back to the grotto and donned their clothes again. "Man, I hope I didn't burn," fretted Andrew. "Well, there's nothing we can do now, so try not to think about it." "I'll try." "Thatta boy!" "Yep, you're still a dork." "Thanks ever so much, Sleeping Beauty!" As they trooped down the stairs toward the outhouse, John stopped at the first rest spot for some water. "Ok, champ, drink up!" Andrew obeyed. He was thirstier than he realized. Once he had drunk his fill, John replaced him at the fountain. He looked out over the valley below them. He noticed the sun was much farther along its path than he remembered. They must have slept a couple of hours, he guessed. Good thing they had gotten up when they did, because he could already feel the day starting to cool off. Once John was finished, they headed down again. "I have a question for you," John started as they passed the last bench before the outhouse. "Yeah?" "How adventurous are you feeling?" "Is that a trick question?" "It's not supposed to be," John laughed. "I'm not sure how to answer that," Andrew replied, carefully guarded. "What are you thinking?" John picked up on his hesitation. "Okay, do you remember what we were talking about under the falls?" "Which time?" Andrew asked as his mind raced through recent memories. "You mean about hair?" "Exactly." "Yeah, so what?" "So, we both love the contrast we have together, right?" "Yeah." "I was thinking maybe we could emphasize that and see what we think." "Huh?" "Well, what do you think about making the contrast greater? Feel free to say no if you aren't comfortable with it, but it could be hot." Andrew's mind raced as he finally figured out what John was hinting at. (Hinting? Since when did John just hint?) "You mean for me to shave my chest, don't you?" "Well, yeah," John said. "You don't have to at all, I was just thinking it could be fun and maybe even hot to try. We wouldn't know until we did it." "I see..." "You know what? Never mind; it was just a random thought." "Okay." But Andrew didn't stop mulling it over as they finished the last bit of their journey. It really could be interesting. He was kind of jealous for the little he had, so he had never even considered shaving it before. But now that he had a boyfriend's pelt to enjoy, it didn't seem so vital to protect his own. Plus, it would presumably grow back anyway, so why not try it? He might even like it. The more he thought about it, the more excited about the idea he became. They finally arrived at the outhouse and went inside. John headed straight for the shower and started to strip. Andrew only made it as far as the sink before he shucked his clothing into a heap on the floor. He couldn't tell if it was just the mental rush of breaking out of another comfort zone, or the sensual promise of the reward, but either way, now he wanted to do this. Immediately. John finished removing his clothes and looked back to see what became of his boyfriend. There in front of the sink stood Andrew, half hard as usual and completely naked except for the most direct expression John had ever seen on him. His eyes locked onto John's. "Shave me," he said. "Now." ********* Check out my other posts! 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Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2002 01:04:47 -0700 From: Ken V <kenv483@hotmail.com> Subject: Starlight Slasher - Part 5 Starlight Slasher - Part 5 "You're right Tony, you may not get used to being a blow-up doll for my boys, but I can assure you, there will be plenty of opportunity for you to see whether you will enjoy it or not." I dragged him off of the bad and shackled him to the floor. "Good night boy." ********** The next morning, I awoke to find Tony glowering at me from his spot on the floor. I got up and pet his head as one would a dog. "Good morning boy," I said happily as I passed him on my way to the bathroom. When I returned to the bedroom, I asked, "Are you ready for the day boy?" "Yes sir." "Good. Good." I unlocked his chains and he rose to his feet. I knocked him off balance and flipped him on his back. "And so am I boy." I found my hole and forced in. He cried out but never stopped glaring at me. I leaned down and kissed him. As before, he returned the kiss in a mechanical fashion. This disappointed me and I pounded harder into his ass. I could tell he was sore. When I finally came, he looked almost relieved. I blindfolded him again and repeating the actions from the night before, brought Justin and Sean in for a turn. When they were finished, I sent them off to make breakfast. I removed his blindfold and he glared at me. I smacked him across his face. He returned the glare. I smacked him again. He finally softened his gaze a bit. I smacked him one more time. The glare left his face. "That's better." Dragging him from the bed, I chained him up and left for breakfast. ********** Life with Tony in the house proceeded much the same way over the next few months. I hadn't reached a point of trust with him, as I had with Justin and Sean, so I had never removed his manacles. At night, I kept his handcuffed and blindfolded at the foot of my bed. He had spent several more days strapped to the table in the garage. I purposely kept him and the boys separated, but had reached a point when I felt that he needed to meet his other two 'masters'. So one afternoon I brought him into the family room and had him kneel before me. "Tony," I smiled, "would you like to meet the other boys. I mean, after all, you have been their woman for so many months now, it only seems right that you should finally meet your other men, don't you think?" "Oh yes sir," he sneered. A quick shot of the hand caught the side of his mouth. You would have thought that by now, he would have learned. "Boys," I called. The door to the mudroom opened and Justin came into the room, followed by Sean. I thought Tony's eyes were going to pop out of his head when he saw them. "You son of a b..." My hand caught the side of his head, with far more force than I usually wield. The blow threw him forward and sprawled on the carpet. "I've had enough of you boy. Justin, bring me the phone. I know who has the patience to shape you up Tony." I dialed the numbers from memory and listened to the phone ring. "This is Andy." "Hey bud." "Is that you Neal?" "It's me." "How have you been. It's been too damn long. Ever since you started filling more stalls in your stable, you have been way too busy for your friends." "I know and I am sorry. I would like to make it up to you. Are you free for dinner?" "I am." "Great. How does 5:00 PM sound?" "Perfect. What can I bring?" "Your appetite. Both of them. Oh, and I have a belated birthday present for you." "What?" "You'll see." ********** I ran to the store and bought supplies. While I was gone, I gave Justin and Sean explicit instructions to clean house and get themselves and Tony ready for company. When I got back, I was pleased to find the family and dining rooms were ready for company, and all three boys were well groomed. "Sean, get dinner started. Tony, you can help. Justin, come help me get ready." He obediently followed me to my bedroom and instinctively knelt at the foot of my bed. With precision, he quickly undressed me, allowing his fingers to accidentally brush against certain parts of my body. He proceeded to the bathroom and started the shower. My home was custom built and I had designed a large shower with a bench. Feasibly, I could comfortably entertain eight people in there. By the time I reached the bathroom, the water was a perfect temperature and the door was being opened for me. I grabbed Justin's hand and dragged him after me. He knew his job and immediately went to work cleaning me for my guests. Once I was cleaned, he returned to his knees and engulfed my cock in his mouth. The water sprayed against my chest and washed down my stomach to his mouth. He had one hand on each of my ass cheeks, knowing better than to venture further. As I reached climax, I grabbed his head and forced myself down his throat. He handled the maneuver like the pro he had become, never missing a beat. When I orgasmed, he sucked every drop from my shaft. I helped him rise to his feet and kissed his mouth. He was still hungry. We sidled over to the bench and I sat down. He turned his back to me and lowered himself onto my rod. He rocked back and forth and found the rhythm that he knew I enjoyed. He worked his inner muscles and milked my cock for all it was worth. I smacked his ass a few times during his motions. This seemed spurred him on even more. When he felt me finally cumming, he pushed back, forcing my cock as far up his ass as it would go, the milking sensation never stopping. When we were done, I leaned him back and held him against my body. The water had long since turned cold. "I love you sir." "I know you do boy." ********** The doorbell rang and opened to the door to find my friend Andy standing on the porch. "Neal!" "Come on in." I shut the door and he threw his arms around me, in a huge bear hug. I felt engulfed in his arms. He was solid as a rock, a good six inches taller than me and had far broader shoulders. If a white man saw this big, black stud coming at him down the street, he would certainly shit his pants in fear. As soon as he smiled though, the illusion would be lost. He was nothing but a big teddy bear. "It is good to see you." "And you. Come on in the family room." "I finally get to see your new boys." "You do and I think you will find them most interesting." As we turned the corner, Andy locked his eyes on the sight of the naked and shackled Tony. "Covarrubias?" Just then, Sean came into sight with a bowl in his hands. "Gaines? This is what you have been hiding from me Neal?" "What do you think Andy?" I walked over to Sean and fondled him like a piece of meat. I spun him around and spread his ass cheeks, showing Andy his hole. "It looks like you have broken him in." "I have. Tony." Tony reluctantly shuffled over to where I stood and I repeated the motions with him. "Ooh wee. I never thought I would see the day that Covarrubias would be taking it up the ass. Hey Neal, where is that sexy boy?" "Here sir." Justin said from behind. "Now there's one sweet piece of ass you got Neal." As Justin went by, Andy took a quick grab of his ass. He knew he could go no further. "Let's have a drink while the boys finish dinner." ********** Sean had done an excellent job with dinner. I asked him to fix a three bowls and the boys were kneeling on the floor eating their dinner. "Man, you have got it made. How the hell did you get to these boys?" "Let's just say I helped them finally use some good judgement." We had talked a while longer, when I noticed the boys were finished eating. "Are you ready for desert Andy." "No man, that was a great spread. I am stuffed." "Wrong desert Andy." It finally dawned on him what I meant. "You mean your boys?" "Well, one of them at least." "Do I get to pick?" "No Andy, you can't have Justin." He laughed. "Hey, you can't blame a man for trying. Can you?" "Now, I would certainly make a try for that too. I was thinking more on the lines of letting you test drive, and if you like him, take Tony home with you. I know how special he was to you on the street." "Covarrubias? Are you serious?" "Yes, I am. He needs special attention and more patience than I am willing to give right now. Besides, I have to beautiful and well-trained boys that do just fine in meeting my needs. Now, would you like some desert?" He thought about for a moment. I watched his eyes follow Tony around the kitchen. He watched the sway of his cock and shape of his ass. "Yeah, I think I would like some desert." "I thought you might. Tony. Come here!" I had seen Andy in action before. I had never seen a beer can cock before and never seen one since. Tony was definitely going to be in for a huge surprise, both literally and figuratively. "Yes sir." "My friend would like some attention. Please see to his needs." He shot me look and appeared as if he was going say something. "Yes boy? Do you have something to say?" "No sir." He moved over to stand before Andy I saw Justin and Sean watching with great interest out of the corner of my eye. "Well boy, you forget where a master's cock is kept? Get to work!" I snapped at him. With fell to his knees and began fumbling with Andy's shirt. "Sean, I also need your attentions." Sean quickly came over and in a matter of moments, caught up with and passed Tony's clearly slow movements. "Andy, if that slave moves too slowly, you can smack it to get it to move faster." Without a second thought, his hand shot up and caught Tony against the side of his head. "Thank you Neal, I will." Tony sped up and soon he and Sean had us down to our shorts. I was watching intently for when Tony removed Andy's boxers. As expected, his eyes bulged in his head. He suddenly realized he had screwed up one too many times and he was receiving a very big punishment. "Come one Covarrubias. Show the nice policeman how much you want to clean his night stick." He put his hand on the back of Tony's head and helped guide him to his cock. He struggled against the grip and Andy smacked him again, harder. Tony finally forced his mouth around the huge pole in front of him. Andy pumped into his face as best as he could. Tony would require more training before he would be able to handle Andy's mass the way it needed to be handled. I watched as Andy stood and rolled Tony onto the floor. Once down, he pumped into Tony's mouth hard. When he shot his load, it appeared that Tony might have gagged on it's mass. He sat up but left his cock in Tony's mouth. "Oh Neal, this is one hot boy you got here." I was getting ready to orgasm, so I ignored him for a minute and allowed Sean to finish his work. When Sean was done milking it, I smiled at Andy and said, "I'm glad you enjoy him. He has a great ass too. Would you like to try it out." "Absolutely." Before the word completely left his mouth, Tony started squirming below him. He rolled Tony over on his stomach and pinned him to the floor. "Where do you think you are going my pretty? Our date isn't over yet." "Justin, get the lube from the bedroom." "Yes sir." A few moments later, he was back with the tube. I pointed to Andy and he handed the tube to him. I patted the couch and Justin sat next to me. Both he and Sean watched with amazement as their Andy greased up his cock and shoved a finger in Tony's ass. "You ready boy?" "No sir." "Oh well," Tony smiled as he lined up his cock to Tony's hole and pushed in. Tony screamed in pain. I felt both Sean at my feet and Justin at side jump noticeably in their seats. He pushed in until his mass had filled Tony's hole. Tony was visibly crying now and moaning loudly. I pointed to the lube and Justin reached over and grabbed the tube. I handed it to Sean, who greased me up and then sat down on my cock. I had Justin stand in front of him and he blew Justin as he rocked on my cock. I saw Tony look up from his point on the floor and watch the happenings in front of him. I smiled at him and he looked away. Gone was the hatred and anger. In its place was fear and terror. It appears that Tony may finally have been broken. I orgasmed a bit before Andy and had the boys finish the kitchen while he and Tony finished. I went to the den and pulled out the disc I had created with the evidence against Tony on it. I slid it into a mailer and sealed it. When I returned, Andy was still going furiously. I returned to my seat and watched. Andy looked up at me just as he climaxed and mouthed a 'thank you'. I smiled and gave him a nod. He dropped against Tony's back and lay there panting. Tony was still crying. When he pulled himself off of Tony, he climbed up and sat on the couch. I handed him the mailer. "What's this." "This is my decision maker for Tony. Hang on to it. If he ever gets out of hand, look at it. You will know what to do. Until then, it's best you don't know." Tony turned his tear-streaked face up from the floor. "Tony, my friend enjoyed your company this evening, so I have given you to him as a belated birthday present. You are his slave now. You will do as he tells you and you will make him happy now." "No, please sir, no!" He jumped to his knees and crawled over to me. "Please, I'm sorry, I'll do anything. Please, anything!" "Anything Tony?" "Yes, anything, sir, anything!" "Sorry, Tony, it's too late. I am tired of dealing with you." Andy had finished dressing and was obviously amused by the scene. "Andy, if you back your car into the garage, you can load him in as is. I wouldn't remove the shackles though. I don't think he can be trusted." "I will. I won't. And thank you Neal. This is the best present you ever gave me.

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Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 08:12:44 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: My Encounter With Slim 1 As usual, if you're not old enough, 18+, don't read this as it's an adult themed m/m, control, story, based on fact, but mostly fiction. Any duplication/use must be OK'd by me, the sole author. My Encounter With Slim Well, here I am, writing another story relative to my newfound episode of being a pussy. A little info about me, I guess is necessary, to give you the whole picture. I'm 55, tall, thin, and ok looking, with a 6"thin. cut cock. I have known from a very early age that my sexual preference in life is to please men, and up until about 6 months ago, completely orally. I sucked any and every hard cock that was presented to me, loving the feeling of power it has over me. My friend, Bob, who I have written about, took my anal cherry, back then, in an another episode of my life. Once he had violated my asshole, I wanted more and more, and became a true bottom, wanting to be fucked in either orifice, or both, all the time. My life used to be just cocksucking, and now it has grown to being a pussy slut. I can't help it, anymore. Oh, yes, I do have some limitations as to whom I will let have my body, but, after last night, I'm not sure, anymore. Sexually, I'm very submissive, giving in to most men, who "take charge", and especially when they talk dirty to me. Oh, my, do I love being called dirty names, when in the throws of sex...whew.... It's a major turn on. It might also be good to know that only 3 men have been in my pussy, each of them, more than once, but, just those 3. I met this guy, about 4 months ago, thru a friend, (who has had me, btw). At our first meeting, I gave him a very slow, deliberate blowjob, swallowing his entire precious cum, after he shot in my mouth and throat. His name is Slim, and he's a hunk. He's a black man, like Bob, but, not the class that Bob presented in life, about 6'3", 250lbs, 8"cut, thick cock. Well, I went thru a bout of depression, and haven't done anything, I mean nothing, for a few months, and we both just drifted apart. He was going thru some shit too, so; it was like it was meant to be. I've come out of it, now, mostly, and got an IM from him, asking me to go to the car races, and then back to his place. Now, I also need to tell you, he knows of my submissive sexual nature, and also knows I want him, badly.... hehe. We've chatted/talked enough, in the past, that he's totally aware of my needs. Well, his request was like music to my ears, and my pussy started to twitch, just thinking about him. I was afraid I would have to work, starting a new job, but, turned out I was off, so, I emailed him back the next day, saying I would love to go with him. I had planned to go to the beach, on my next day off, and this would be perfect, as I'll be able to get a little tan, for our "date". I wear thongs, at the gay beach, and love the lines it leaves on my body, with that little patch of white, up the crack, against the tan cheeks of my butt. Being the slut I am, too, I did suck a guy there, right on the beach. I mean, what's a cum slut to do, when a good looking guy shows me his hard cock, out there, just begging me to suck it. He filled my mouth in less than a minute, with a salty, yummy load, that I just swished around in my mouth, while he watched, and swallowed. I saw a snicker on his lips and face, and he knew he had found a cocksucker for sure. Hopefully, I'll see him again, or go to his place for some more protein. We did exchange names, email addresses, and phone #s, so maybe I'll hear from him. Please forgive me, as I tend to ramble just a bit, while telling a story, because I think of things that are relative, or just come to mind as to the events...sorry if it seems to be out of sync. Anyway, I came home, bathed, shaved my face and pubic area, and pussy, douched, and applied my favorite lotion, Caress to my entire body, in anticipation of my night. I felt sooooooooo sexy, just thinking about the potential night, and what to wear. I chose a thong pair of white panties, 501 shorts, and a tank top. We were going to the car races, so, I figured I better not dress too slutty, but, I sure wanted to wear a pair of my women's jean shorts, that hugged my frame, like a second skin, and a silky blouse type top, that shimmers in the light. Oh, my I do love the feeling of that blouse and the shorts are much softer and more comfy than the mens. But, I needed to be a little less daring, based on our surroundings. I met him at his house, and hugged and kissed him, hoping to give him some head, before we left for the race. He told me to hold on, as we had better get going, and there was plenty of time for that, later. His voice was somewhat stern; giving me chills, good chills, I might add...hehe. Leaving his house on the way to the track, he unbuttoned his jeans, and said, "Is this what you were after earlier?" My only response was to lean over and hold his manhood, casually stroking it as it grew, slowly but surely, in my hand. "Oh, yes, sir." The windows in his car were tinted, quite dark, so no one could see as we drove. I leaned over and kissed the head, removing a large drop of pre-cum that had formed from my hand movements. He moaned a bit, saying, "That `s right, you little pussyboy, you love that cock, don `t you?". "Ummmmmm" was all I could say with my mouth around his hardness. "I don't want to cum, now, so, just mouth me. Just make love to your Master, cunt", he ordered. His words made me feel so good, as his cock was my master, at the time, and we both knew it. But, for him to actually say it was so cool. And, calling me a "cunt", was so humiliating, it made me tingle inside, feeling so used, by this man's, man. I felt so lucky to be here, I would have done anything he asked. Little did I know what he had in mind, and how far I'd go for him. When we got to the race, he got himself together, and told me to go and get the tickets, as he had some friends he needed to talk to. I did as he asked, and upon returning, I saw him with 4 guys, of all sizes, ages, and body types. They looked me up and down, as I walked up to them, and he said, "Ross, this is James, Andrew, Billy, and Sonny. They will be sitting with us." I was ok with that, as they seemed to be nice enough, and were friends of Slim, so what the hell. I knew I would get laid tonight, anyway, later on, so no big deal, if his friends were here at the race with him. I could share him, for that, no problem. After sitting down, we all started watching the time trials, and Sonny announced he was heading to take a leak, so got up and left. Slim leaned over, a few minutes later, saying, "Sonny needs a blowjob, and he's waiting in the restroom for you." I was shocked, looking at him, saying, "What?" He gave me a stern look, saying, "You heard me, you dirty little cocksucker, go get some cock." I sat there for a few seconds, contemplating what to do. I knew if I didn't go, I'd never get Slim's cock up my mancunt, so, decided that giving Sonny a blowjob was a small price to pay. "Ok", I said, as I left to go. "Oh, one more thing, Ross. Don't swallow, till you get back here, so I can be sure you actually got him off, in your mouth. I want you to show me his load." Well, needless to say, this was a shock, as I couldn't believe my ears. I thought for a second, saying, "Yes, Sir", figuring, what's the diff, if I don't swallow, right away. I wanted to swallow it, anyway, so, waiting till I got back was no big deal. I got up, went to the men's room looking for Sonny. He was standing at the trough style urinal, holding his cock, not peeing. He signaled me to go to the toileted area. I went in, sat down, and waited for him. On cue, he opened the door, closed and locked it, pulled out his semi hard cock, stepped forward, and placed it on lips. "Put your feet up, so only one set can be seen from the outside, and I'll feed you." This matter-of-fact attitude took me aback, a bit, but, I did as ordered, and he swayed his hips towards me, filling my mouth with his now erect, 6" male member. He was in total control, and began to fuck my face, with long slow, deliberate thrusts, that slowly but surely, ended up, just in my throat. We had to be quiet, in this tight cubicle, but, he was moaning under his breath, how good my pussy mouth felt, and how he was going to fill it with his cum. I wanted it, badly, so, worked as hard as I could, finally feeling him stiffen, ever moreso, and shooting his seed across my tongue, and into my throat. His manner changed completely after he had finished, thanking me, profusely for a great blowjob, and hoped we be able to do it again. I assured him, I would be happy to oblige him, when ever he wanted. We both went back to the stands, and I showed Slim my mouth full of Sonny' s cum. The other 3 guys also saw me show Slim, and started clapping. I turned five shades of red, knowing the guys had seen, and reacted to my mouthful. Thank goodness everyone around thought they were clapping to something on the track, not my cum filled mouth. The rest of the evening, went the same way, with the other 3, except, I had to drink Andrew's piss, b4 he would let me blow him. I had no choice, as I had to show Slim his cum, and the only way he would cum, was to pee in my mouth, first. It was very bitter, and tasted bad, but, I did it, unhappily. Wow, what the fuck was I doing, here. And, Billy wanted some ass action, me sucking on it, that is, so I obliged his desire, tonguing him, the best I could before he turned around and fed me his sweet baby juice. He really liked my ass-licking, and wanted more. Again, I said, "Anytime you want, stud". After the race, on the way home, Slim again, had me just mouthing his cock, as we drove, not wanting to cum. "You did a good job today, with my friends, so I'm going to reward you. I'm saving it", he said, "for your pussy." Oh, my, that's what I've been waiting for.....that mancock, inside me, fucking me, filling me, and cumming in me.....wow!!!! After getting to his house, he told me to strip, get in the bed, and wait. This was not a request, btw, but, a definite order. When he came in the room, he said, "Kneel, bitch." I got off the bed, and knelt in front of him looking up, at his stern face. His eyes, looked different, almost glassy, as he pointed to his crotch, saying, "Your master is needing some attention, and you're just the pussy slut to make him happy." I reached up, and started to undo his buckle, feeling a glow starting in my crotch, and going all the way up to my face. His jeans were tight, and his cock, was starting to harden, beneath their covering, making a nice bulge. I got his buckle undone, and undid the buttons on his 501's, exposing my master, his wonderful, strong, manly piece of cockflesh. I couldn't help myself as I leaned in and kissed the head, gently, lovingly, letting him know I was surrendering, completely. He knew I was in my place, giving in, to his every whim, earlier, sucking off, and swallowing four loads of his friends cum, eating ass, and swallowing piss, just so I could have my master have it's way with me. "You are pathetic, you manpig. Look at yourself, just sitting there, waiting, begging for my cock to use you. Only a lowlife cunt would let that happen. Only a faggot whore would want it to happen, like you." "I'm going to fuck your white pussy, tonight, bitch, and you're going to want more, beg me for more. Once I've taken that cunt of yours, you're going to want your master to be inside you, all the time, filling you with it' s power and strength." "That pussy hole and mouth of yours are going to want their master all the time. I'm going to impregnate you with my juice, making my mark on your bowels, forever. You will live to be my cuntboy, my slut, my bitch, craving my cock, anytime, and all the time. Do you understand me?" "Oh, please sir, I need your hard cock inside my mancunt. I need to feel it's power inside me, it's cum, the juice of the Gods. I'll do whatever you ask if you'll do that, if you'll fill me up. You can do that anytime you want, taking your bitch, and fucking me, using me for your pleasure." I had stooped to the lowest form a man could possibly go-----begging for a man's cock to be inside me, to be used by him, whenever he wanted, to be his cunt, his pussy, his whore, his cum receptacle, his boy, to be had at his beck and call. His grin made my knees go weak, as he looked down at his subject, knowing he has found a perfect specimen for his using. From my view, I was also very happy, deep inside, to know I had found a master to make me HIS, allowing myself to totally be subjected to his desires and wants. "Turn over, bitch, and get on all fours. Bitches get fucked from behind, like the lowly dogs they are. I'm going to fuck you good, tonight." I did as instructed, getting on my hands and knees, and pointing my hairless pucker at him, waiting for his entrance to my soul. Btw, that is my favorite position, to be fucked. I didn't have to wait long, as he applied some lube to his very hard cock, and put it at the entrance to my deepest hole. He grabbed my hips, letting me know it was coming, and pushed in, feeling my asslips surround the head of his shaft. I grunted with force of his thrust, but, felt very little pain. What pain I did feel, was overcome by the knowledge that he was going to go deeper and deeper inside my canal. He moaned just a bit, and started to slide in, more and more, until finally his pubes were tickling my pussy cheeks. He held it there, for what seemed like hours, just ever so slowly rotating his hips, making me completely aware of his control of the situation. "Nice tight pussy. MMMMMMMMM, you were meant to be fucked weren't you? You have known all along that my cock was meant to be buried inside your asshole, didn't you? Yep, you're sure a pussy boy, at heart, letting me just stick it to you, like this, begging me.......hehe. This big black weapon is going to make you into my white slut." His words were totally true. I was meant to be a bottom, in the most sincerest, sense of the word. I'm only happy when a cock is in me, filling my bowels, or mouth with the salty essence of mankind. With that, he started to make his words come even more true, as he started to fuck me, slowly, deliberately, in a rhythm that was as close to heaven that is humanly attainable. His movements were like a lovemaking idol, knowing exactly how, when, how much, and where to move. I did my best to move with him, wanting more and more of his hardness to entirely take over my body. My moans and his moans were almost simultaneous, as his pistoning increased to a tempo that had me being pushed towards the head of the bed. The shear force of his thrusts had my head banging against the headboard. All I could do, was hope I didn't have bruises, but, in my blissful condition, didn't care. He was a stud, a male fucktool, bound and determined to deliver his baby seed to his bitch, so he was pounding away, caught up in the adrenaline of the "fuck". And, I was his bitch, meeting his every thrust with my own, so he would fill me with his precious fluid. I can't tell you, or explain in words the feeling I get, when I'm being "taken", in my pussy. I'm sure there are a few bottoms out there that understand what I was going thru. That complete, total, full feeling, that I get when a man has himself buried up deep in side me, is one of bliss, of wanton, of desire, of lust, of wholeness, of fulfillment, of inward satisfaction, that is not even approachable from any other level. If you can, put all of the good, no great things that have happened in your life into one feeling, and that's the way I feel when he's in me. His pace quickens, and I know what's about to happen, and pray it will. I 'm so ready for his ejaculation, and yet, don't want his fucking to ever end. But, I also know, there will be a lot more in the future, and that his orgasm is not something that is debatable. He WILL cum soon! And soon is now.... WOW, is all I can say, as his assault on my cunt completely stops, and he unloads what seems like gallons of hot, slimy goo into my clenching ass. "I'm filling you up, bitch, giving you what you need...a nice load of my spunk." His movements slow down, but he's still fucking me with his hips. The "slapping" sounds of hips meeting asscheeks have stopped, as his orgasm ebbs. He has been in the throws of his relief for a minute or so and finally, slumps a bit, breathing heavily, in the aftermath. My pussy is all wet and slimy now with is cum lubricating me even more. The force of him shooting is still etched in my memory, knowing I'll get a bunch more of those. I back up my hips to his crotch, rotating them just a little, to let him know that I want him to stay inside me, and that I loved what just happened. I here a slight laugh, as he says, "Oh my, you do like to be fucked don't you, my little cunt?" I moan, "Oh, yes, sir. You make me feel wonderful. Thank you." I'm thanking him for fucking me.... What a low thing to do. I'm thanking him for using me, for making me into a bitch, a lowly fucktoy, and a cunt for his pleasure. Well, I guess that's me, and he knows it. He is softening, and slowly his slippery cock comes out of my well-used cunt, with a slight plop. I feel empty but satisfied, scooting back to try to get him inside me again. Chuckling, he says, "See I told you you'd want more. You can't get enough can you? Now turn around here, like a good pussy boy and clean up your master, now." Again, this was not a request, this was a demand. He lay back on the bed, spreading his legs, as I took his semi hard member into my mouth, tasting his cum, and my ass. I'm sucking my ass juice from his cock!!!! That 's something no one does, do they? The craziest part of the whole thing is, that I'm getting and erection as I'm doing it. I'm beginning to wonder what I WOULDN'T DO for him? What else is there that's more humiliating than eating your own ass fluid? I guess I'll find out, huh? Any comments, suggestions, are welcome to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2020 03:46:36 +0000 From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com> Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 1 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 1 They clambered into the old Jeep and headed out. Andrew loved this Jeep, and his mind drifted back to the first time he saw it at the beginning of last summer... He had already gone out on a few dates with John by then. Nothing fancy, just a movie here and a lunch there. He already knew that he liked John a lot, but Andrew had learned from past experience that not all guys are as they appear at the beginning, so while he enjoyed those times, he kept his thoughts of a future with John to mere daydreams. John was a lot more of a talker than Andrew, but Andrew didn't mind. He enjoyed hearing him tell stories of his past or observations from the day. His tales were always woven with humor and insight, and that made everything interesting. Andrew found himself captivated time and again with the conversations they had. Andrew would share as well, but he always felt that his life was kind of boring and dry compared to the vibrant pulse that seemed to come from the man on the other side of the table. One day, John asked him if he would be willing to accompany him on an errand he had to run that Friday evening. Apparently it had to be done that night and John knew that he would sometimes get sleepy after a long day's work at the office, so he thought it would be best to have some company along for the drive so he wouldn't drift off. Andrew's heart leaped at the opportunity to get to know him more, so after a moment's pause he said he would love to go. "How long do you think it will take?" Andrew asked. "I'm not sure exactly, but I would like to leave around three to try to beat traffic and I would guess we might not get back until 11 or 12." "Well I don't have to work Saturday, so that should be fine." John looked relieved as he smiled. "Thank you, Andrew. I really appreciate this!" "You're welcome. I'm happy I can help!" For the days leading up to the trip, Andrew found himself distracted thinking about the upcoming drive with John. Hours of time alone with the guy he had the biggest crush on. So many things could happenÉ What would happen? Would John get tired of him? Would he discover a dark side to John? Would his hopes to find a kindred spirit be dashed yet again? In the end, he decided that this would be a perfect opportunity to find out if there might be real potential between them. Friday morning came and Andrew got a text from John: 'I just wanted to check in with you and confirm that you can still help me out this evening.' 'Of course!' Andrew texted back. 'Thanks, man. I will pick you up at your place @3 then. I really appreciate it and I'm looking forward to it.' 'Me too! See you at three!' Andrew had a really hard time being productive that day, but somehow he made it through work without incident and even got done early so he would be ready to go when John picked him up. Andrew rushed home to clean up a bit and change clothes. He went to wash his hands at the sink and looked up to see a 6'1" blonde guy with a so-called "swimmer's build" looking back at him. All he saw was skin and bones and wished for the millionth time he had more bulk. To be fair, he admitted to himself, he wasn't emaciated or anything and his muscles had great definition, he just wished they didn't look so small. Working outside bleached his hair nearly white and gave him a really nice tan that set off his crystal blue eyes. Apparently, some guys liked that look; Andrew just wished he was one of them. It must be human nature, he mused as he dried his hands, to want what we don't have. At 2:55, Andrew heard John swing his small BMW into the driveway, but it wasn't until exactly 3:00 that he rang the doorbell. Man, was he prompt! Andrew was ready to go, of course. He was actually ready 15 minutes early and spent the remaining time twitching and fretting. This is ridiculous, he kept telling himself. It's just a drive! But his nerves were not listening. "Well hello there, Mr. Prompt!" said Andrew as he swung the door open. "Hey! Are you ready to go?" "As a matter of fact I am!" "Right on. Mind if I use your bathroom before we head out?" "Of course not, come on in. It's right over here," said Andrew as he led the way around the corner and pointed to a door on the left. "Thanks! Also, you might want to grab a jacket just in case," said John as he closed the door behind him. Andrew got his coat and wondered if he should grab long pants as well. It was summer, but his Boy Scout training from years ago kicked in and he ran to his room to grab some jeans just in case. John came out just as Andrew was on his way back. "Good idea," he said. "It's always good to be prepared." Once they were outside, Andrew paused to bolt the door. He nearly ran into John when he turned around to head for the car. He was so close he could smell his subtle cologne. Andrew could have sworn he didn't look quite this good yesterday at lunch. And that grinÉ "What?" asked the startled Andrew. "Oh nothing," chuckled John as he turned back toward the car. They got in the car and headed toward the mountains. "Where are we going, by the way?" asked Andrew. "Do you need to know, or can it be a surprise?" John asked, with a quick mischievous glimpse at his passenger. "I suppose I can be surprised, but I kind of like to know how far we are going so I can pace myself mentally." John laughed. "We will be on the road for less than 20 minutes before the first stop." "Oh! Okay," said Andrew. Apparently this wasn't quite going to be the extended road trip he had expected after all. "You okay, buddy?" "Yeah, of course! I just thought we were going to be on the road for a while, that's all." "Ah, well not exactly, but we do have a lot of ground to cover. You'll see what I mean." The drive through the foothills was pleasant with pretty views and not too much traffic. They began to talk about their dreams and future plans. John worked in an insurance agency, but was getting a little bored with it and wanted to branch out into property management and real estate, where he could still meet people, but do it on the go and not be stuck at a desk all day. Andrew was hoping to start a landscaping company and combine his artistic side and love of plants with his business degree. They definitely weren't the same goals, but they just might be able to fit togetherÉ Just as John had promised, he pulled off the road about 20 minutes later to take a dirt driveway that led to an old garage tucked under some trees. It looked like the same abandoned ramshackle Quonset hut used in all those horror movies. It was all too easy to picture a psycho wielding a rusty chainsaw to defend his territory. "Have you ever been up here in these woods?" John asked. "No," said Andrew. "I mean, I've taken the road up to the lodge at the top of the mountain to go skiing, but that's about the only time I've been up here. I've never stopped along the way. I tend to go to the beach if I leave town." "Well I think you'll like it. I'll be right back." John got out and walked up to the peeling old brown door, unlocked it, and went inside. 'Should I have gone with him?' Andrew wondered. He had hesitated because the place looked so foreboding, but he didn't want to be alone outside either. 'He didn't say to join him, but he didn't say NOT to go with him either. What if he's in danger? Oh Geez, I have GOT to stop letting my imagination run away with me,' he said to himself. He willed himself to calm down. The battle waged in his head for a few minutes and he was about to go inside and check on John when the old aluminum garage door swung up, and out he came, driving an old red beat up Jeep. He parked it next to the BMW. "Time to change steeds," he said with a smile. "What?" asked Andrew. "We are switching cars. That one won't make it to where we need to go, so hop in while I put the car in the garage. You can stash your stuff in one of those lockboxes in the back." "Okay," said Andrew, gathering his coat and jeans and getting out of the car. He found an empty box and put his gear inside. He turned to look as John pulled into the garage and noticed that the inside was surprisingly clean and caught a glimpse of what looked like another car under a cover. So much for rusty chainsaws and the Boogie Man, he laughed to himself. John closed the doors and locked up the garage before he rejoined Andrew in the Jeep. "That was a lot nicer on the inside than it looked from outside," Andrew remarked. "Yeah. When Dad first built it, the outside looked great too, but it kept getting broken into, so he hired an artist to make it look as dilapidated as possible." "Are you serious? You made it look terrible on purpose?" "Yep! We had to do something because we were tired of finding it thrashed every time we came down. So we `scarified' it and set up some...unique security systems to protect it. It's been fine ever since. And I pity the poor soul that tries to break in now!" "What kind of systems?" asked an intrigued Andrew. "Ne'er you wurry yer pritty li'l head about that rat now, boy!" John said in his best hillbilly drawl. "You just might'n be regrettin' it!" "Okay, okay," laughed Andrew. But he loved a mystery and still wondered... "So where are we headed?" "Oh, up there," John said, waving up the hill in a general fashion. "Is there a road?" "No. Why do you think we switched cars?" "I'm not retarded!" Andrew replied smartly. "I meant is there at least a path?" "Yeah, kind of. No one gets up here that often anymore, so it's not super maintained or anything. We find trees fallen down across it at times, so we always keep a chainsaw in the Jeep just in case." 'What is it with the chainsaw theme?' Andrew asked himself. Then John started up the Jeep and wheeled it through the clearing toward the trees at the far side. Andrew felt the rising sense of adventure as they went through the trees and began to weave through the brush. A Jeep isn't like a "real" carÑor at least not this one. It had no doors, no top, and even the windshield was folded down and lashed to the hood. It was an indescribable feeling to travel in it. Like you were part of the world in which you traveled. The incredible beauty and smells of nature with the brush of the breeze all combined to provide a rapturous experience. "Wow," breathed Andrew after a while. "What are you `wow'ing about?" "Nature is just amazing! I get so used to life in the city that I tend to forget to get out of town. I feel like an outsider here." "You did say you were a Boy Scout and loved being away from civilization, didn't you?" "Sure, but that was years ago. ThisÉ" Andrew trailed off for a moment. "This is now, andÉ" he paused again. "Thank you for bringing me along." "You are most welcome, buddy." Andrew noticed the road getting rougher as they climbed, but John had obviously been this way a hundred times and knew just when to slow down before a deep dip in the trail or dodge a particularly large rut. Andrew stopped puzzling over what kind of an errand they were on and let himself be swept away in the moment and simply enjoy the ride. It was nearly perfect. In his wildest dreams, there was only one thing that could make it better, and it might be present even now. Or rather he might be. He looked over at John and just took him in. He was about six feet tall with dark hair just long enough to betray its curly nature but not enough to look messy. He had just a few wisps of gray at his temples that were echoed in his neatly trimmed beard. Through the thin t-shirt, Andrew followed his surprisingly solid shoulder muscles to his clearly defined triceps and biceps that bulged nicely as he turned the steering wheel of the Jeep. Andrew could see his solid pecs stretching his shirt sideways before dropping to a stomach that was no washboard, but not bulging over his belt either. That was when it dawned on him what was different about John today: he had never worn a t-shirt and shorts before. On the most casual of their previous dates, John had worn jeans and an untucked dress shirt. Never a short-sleeved shirt and definitely not shorts! Andrew let his gaze drop to take in John's legs. They were thick and tanned and covered in lovely golden-brown hair. He remembered quite well that John's ass was perfectly perky from when he joined him for lunch dates wearing his work slacks, but picturing it furry like his legs took Andrew's breath away. He ventured a peek into the driver's lap and saw a nice sized bulge there too. Andrew reminded himself that pants just bunch up there when you sit whether or not the wearer has anything to fill the space with. Andrew had to remind himself of this a second later when he realized with a start that he had been staring at John for far too long and could feel the bulge in his own pants was far from empty. He quickly looked up and happened to spot John catching a glance into his eyes with a smile. Oh crap, thought Andrew, busted! He quickly looked back out into the forest hoping he didn't blush as madly as it felt like he did. After they had gone a little farther, Andrew realized that they had hardly spoken since they left the clearing by the garage. Usually John kept the conversation going when Andrew didn't know what to say. This was new... "Penny for your thoughts?" John stole another sideways glance at him. "It looked like you were at peace for the first time ever and I didn't want to interrupt it with my babbling," he said chuckling. "You don't babble at all. I really enjoy hearing your stories." "Oh, do you now?" "Yes I do. You seem to whisk me away every time." John smiled even broader. "Well that is interesting. Very interesting indeed." He seemed to be laughing to himself at some inside joke. "What?" "Nothing," he said, chuckling. "It just reminded me of something." "What?" "Is that your new favorite word?" "What?" "Yes, that one," he said grinning ear to ear. "Oh shut up, Doofus!" "Want to try to make me?" "What are we, five years old now?" "Hey, I've been waiting since first grade to use that line again and you are the lucky recipient!" "You are a regular comedian, you know that?" Andrew said, only half kidding. "Well I like being regular, you know. I don't like the taste of Metamucil." "Oh my God!" groaned Andrew. "Stop already!" "OK, OK," John replied, laughing. "How much farther are we going?" asked Andrew, "I need a bathroom or something soon." "Well there is actually something just a little ways ahead, if that works for you." "You're in the driver's seat." "As a matter of fact I am!" he said proudly. Andrew gave him a withering look. About five minutes later, John pulled to a stop and pointed to the left. "You see that little red roof there?" Andrew followed the line of his beautiful arm and spotted the little splotch of red about 20 yards away tucked under a tree. "Yeah, I see it." "There are the facilities you requested, my lord!" "Oh brother!" "Nope, and I am very glad of that fact!" Andrew hopped out and walked around the front of the Jeep before John could come up with yet another over-used quip. "Hey!" John hollered as Andrew took off through the bushes, "One last thing!" "Oh come on, John! I have to go! What is it?" "When you are finished, you will find some stairs alongside it. I'll meet you at the top of those." "Really? You are leaving me to fend for myself in this forest?" Andrew asked incredulously, hoping his very sudden and very real fear of being abandoned in the middle of nowhere didn't shine through like a beacon. "I really am asking you to do this," John said in a gentler tone. "I promise it will be worth your while, but you will have to trust me on that." Andrew's mind raced: 'I've known this guy for six weeks and I really like him, but what do I really know about who he is? He could leave me high and dry. I knowÑit's happened before. But I really don't think he would. Or is that my infatuation talking? I really have to go to the bathroom! I can see dusk approaching, but I can probably get back down the hill by myself if I need to. I don't think he would actually leave me here. Maybe it's a trick to see how far he can string me along. I really have to go to the bathroom! Is that really an outhouse out here in the middle of absolute nowhere? Maybe...' While he was still thinking, he heard his voice say, "Fine! I'll see you at the top!" and he turned and made for the outhouse. ********* If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

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Date: Wed, 08 May 2002 17:50:45 -0700 From: Ken V <kenv483@hotmail.com> Subject: Starlight Slasher 2 So many of you asked me to tell what happened to Coach Hargesson, but I really feel I need to tell the story in the order it happened. Because of this, the below chapter in our life has been brought to you first, I believe there will be three more prior to the two that will deal with Justin's Dad. . My thanks to everyone who sent feedback. I was glad to know so many of you enjoyed hearing about Justin and I. ***** Starlight Slasher - Part II Justin and I had settled in nicely together. He became use to being naked around the house and in the backyard. It did take him a while to get used to being naked in front of my friends when I entertained, but he finally learned to deal with it. While Justin was happy as my slave boy, he occasionally told me how much he missed some of his friends, even in spite of the way they treated him. Having been through the ridicule of coming out in high school, I could easily sympathize with his feelings. One night, we were finishing a rather intense session in the hot tub. He climbed off of my lap and settled in at my side. We had been drinking wine and he must have felt very relaxed, as he started talking. Out of the conversation, I learned that when he was much younger, he had had a few sexual fantasies regarding two of his friends: Sean and Tony. I didn't comment, as he appeared to need to talk more than he needed to listen. A few weeks later, I had received some bonds in the mail and went to put them in my safe. In the back, I spied a box that I had forgotten about. I pulled the box out, left the bonds and closed the safe. I called Justin into the den and he arrived as I was settling into my chair. His cock bounced from left to right as he bounded in. I could never get enough of his energy and naive beauty. "Yes sir?" "Come sit beside me son." He knelt on the floor beside me and laid is head on my thigh. I rubbed his head and rested my hand on his neck. He turned his head and using his mouth, began to tease my cock through my sweatpants. "That's not while I called you Justin." "Sir?" He replied, obviously confused. He was used to sitting under my desk tending to my cock while I worked on something at the computer. "I found this in the safe," I said as I pulled the box off of my desk and set it in my lap. "Go ahead, open it." He carefully lifted the lid and set it on the floor. Peering in the box, he was surprised to see the contents. In the box, sat a flask, pack of cigarettes, lighter, wallet and a small metal tin that he knew contained his old weed stash. "Do you remember this stuff?" "Yes sir. It is from the night we first met." "That's right. Do you need any of this?" "I quit smoking. I don't do drugs anymore. I drink only what you let me drink. You give me everything I need. I don't need anything else sir," he replied as he ran his hand over my still hardened cock. "Let's throw it away then." "Yes sir. That's a great idea." He rose from the floor and followed me into the bathroom. I handed him the cigarettes and he broke them up, tossing them in the toilet. The flask was next. He dumped its contents into the toilet on top of the floating tobacco. He screwed the cap back on and held it in his hand. He ran his finger over the engraved "H" on it's front. "Is there something wrong?" "I was just thinking. This was my grandfather's sir." "Would you like to keep it?" I could see the glow from his smile even before he brought his face up to meet mine. "Oh yes sir, thank you sir." He threw his arms around me and planted a large kiss on my cheek. Realizing the breech in protocol, he quickly broke the embrace and stepped back. Casting his eyes down, he quietly said, "I'm sorry sir, please forgive me." It was obvious that he was squirming, waiting to see how I would respond. During the silence, I noticed his cock stiffen and rise. Now, I had a choice, I could give him what he was obviously wanting the most or forgive him, throwing him off balance. I chose the latter, as I knew his breech was due to his youthful exuberance and not meant to be disrespectful. "I will forgive you this time Justin. I understand your excitement." His head came up again with a mix of happiness and disappointment. "Thank you sir." I handed him the tin next. He went to take it from my hand, but I didn't let go of my grip. "Sir?" "Justin, where did you buy your marijuana?" "There were a lot of guys who sold it at school sir, but I usually bought it from Sean and Tony. Being they were my best friends, I saw them all of the time and didn't have to hunt them down. Why do you ask sir?" "Just thinking son. Go ahead and get rid of it." He dumped the marijuana paraphernalia into the toilet. Ripping the feathers off of the roach clip, he dropped the pieces of it on top of the pile. "I'll keep the lighter. What do you want to do with your wallet?" Justin picked up the wallet and flipped through the pictures. There were pictures of friends, his parents, and he and his girlfriend at the junior prom. He pulled them out one by one and tore them up, dropping them into the toilet. He paused only momentarily when he came to his parents' picture, but it too ended up on the heap. He did the same to business cards and scraps of papers with 'important' notes on them. He pulled the money out and automatically gave it to me. He dug a condom out of the back, opened it and dumped it in. When the wallet was empty, he tossed it and his stash tin into the garbage can. Flushing the toilet, he watched silently as his previous life literally went down the toilet. It seemed like very apropos, considering how things really went down for him. As if to drag it out, it took three additional flushes to clear the bowl out. When the last piece had disappeared, he looked up at me with a confident smile. "Come on son." He came to me and I wrapped my arm around him. We left the bathroom and I led him to the bedroom. He knew what was coming and immediately knelt before the foot of the bed. He removed my shoes and socks, sliding the shoes under the nearby chair. Carefully folding the socks, he set them on the seat. He removed my shirt and repeated the process. When he turned back to me, he moved his mouth to my nipples and teased them to attention. The boy had a gifted mouth and my lessons had taken the gift and made it a supreme talent. I stood and he untied my sweats and slid them down my hips. My cock, already hardened, smacked down on the top his head as it was freed from its confines. He added my sweats and underwear to the pile. He kissed the head of my cock and ran his tongue along the slit, getting every available drop of my precum. His tongue continued down my shaft and with it he pulled each ball into his mouth, gently rolling it with his tongue. He went to swallow my cock and I stopped him, and extended my hand. He took it and rose. I led him to the bed and had him lay with his head hanging over the edge. I slid my cock into his mouth and began an assault, albeit a gentle one, on his throat. He took me like the pro he had become. Knowing what would come next, he lifted his legs and placed his feet flat against the mattress. This granted me easier access to his hole. I fingered his ass as I pistoned in and out of his mouth. Justin moaned as I slid a second finger into his ass. He squirmed and tried to force his ass further onto my fingers, but I pulled them before he could enjoy himself too much. A quick slap to his ass and he let loose of a disappointed sigh. I started to pull out of his mouth, but he threw his hands around my waist, planting one firmly on each of my ass cheeks. He was trying to pull me in to his mouth and not let me go. A very hard twist to both nipples got him to release his grip. "You know better than that boy!" I snapped at him. "I'm sorry sir. I don't know what came over me. I am just so horny." "Did I give you permission?" "No sir." "You disappoint me boy. Assume the position." "Please sir, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Really," he begged and pleaded. I grabbed my belt off the dresser and spun to face him. "Are you arguing with me boy." Fear filled his face. "No sir," he replied. He knew he had gone too far. He rolled onto his stomach and then climbed up onto all fours. He pushed his ass back, ensuring he couldn't tighten his ass muscles to ease the pain. "Please forgive me sir." "You need t be reminded who is the master and who is the slave Justin." I took the belt and looped it in half. I never wore the belt, but had used it many times in the past. It was a thick one, made in the seventies. I found at a thrift store and instantly knew it would be handy. It was an eighth of an inch thick and an inch and a half wide, and being 48 inches in length, even doubled it covered a large area. I swung the belt hard against his ass. The smack echoed in the room. "One. Thank you sir." He never ceased to amaze me. He was scared and knew he would soon be in pain, but was taking it as he had been trained. I gave him the total of a dozen strikes against his ass. When I finished, there were welts crisscrossed over a bright red background. Tears poured down his face and by the twelfth one, he was having great difficulty speaking clearly. "No get your ass out of here. Tonight, you are sleeping in your room." "Yes sir," he cried as he silently trod down the hall. His 'room' was a blanket in the mudroom, between the dryer and the ironing board. I went out to lock up the house for the night and could hear his cries and sobs. I felt bad, but he had to learn. He was my slave and I was his master. He had a place and a purpose and both of them were at my bidding. ***** The next morning, I woke to the smell of bacon wafting down the hall. I rose and pulled my bathrobe on. I went into the nook and sat in my normal place. >From this seat, I could watch Justin's every move in the kitchen, never loosing sight of that beautiful body. At some moments, I think he knew I was watching him. It appeared that he was putting on a show. He found the need to bend over several times and made needless extra trips across the kitchen. He brought my plate over and set it on the table before me. He took his normal spot kneeling at my feet. Not a word was exchanged between us. I wanted him to learn his lesson. About half way through my meal, he said, "Sir, may I speak." I slammed my newspaper to the table, waited a moment and then turned to face him, "What do you want boy?" "Please forgive me sir. I can't tell you how sorry I am. Please sir. Don't be mad at me. It hurts me so bad when you're angry." I returned my attention to my food, saying nothing to him. I took a few more bites and then spoke, "It appears that I have failed as your master Justin. If I had trained you correctly, that little incident last night never would have happened. Perhaps it is best that we end our relationship. You can find a new master and I a new slave." I hoped this comment would have the desired effect. "No sir! Please, no!" he cried out. I ignored his outburst and took another bite. "Please forgive me sir. I swear it won't happen again. Please!" He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around my leg, burying his face into my thigh. His body was wracked with the sobs that he made no effort to hide. I continued to eat the remainder of my meal. For a moment, I wondered if I was being too hard on the boy. He was only responding positively to sex. The sex I had introduced to him and taught to him. I thought a moment more and then pat his head and rest my hand on his neck. His sobbing subsided and I called his attention. "Justin." He raised his head and I looked into his red-rimmed eyes. "I trust we won't have to have this conversation again, correct?" "Oh no sir, never again!" He happily sniffled. "Then get to work." As soon as the words left my mouth, Justin was under the table and had his head buried under my robe. I soon felt his hot breath on my pubic hairs. I rolled the chair back and he crawled with me, never missing a lick. His tongue was wrapped around my cock and his mouth bobbed hungrily. Now that I could reach his head, I grabbed it and held it while I pistoned in and out. His mouth went from head to pubes without missing a beat. I felt my balls tighten and knew I was close. Two more pumps and felt my load surge through my cock and into his waiting mouth. The load was so large, that I felt its warmth against the sides of my cock before he swallowed it. He kept milking and sucking until every drop had been taken. When he was done, he released my deflating cock from his mouth and threw his hands around my waist. He had begun to sob again and soon I could feel his body quivering against me. I got him to lift his head. I took one look at that beautiful face and began to harden again. I pulled him up and pushed him over to the butcher-block island. Bending him over the surface and using the moisture he had left behind on me, I entered him. He groaned as he arched his back and lifted his torso off of the block. I pounded into his ass without mercy. I could tell he was getting sore, but having just orgasmed, it took quite a while for me to climax again. Over an hour passed before I was through with him, but finally I was. I was exhausted and had only the strength to lay against his back. He lowered his body back to the block and lay panting. Soon, our breathing was synchronized and my deflating cock pulled out of ass. I lifted myself from my beautiful boy and he did the same from the butcher block. I looked at the block and found that Justin had orgasmed not once, but it appeared he did so twice during our session. His sperm dripped down the side of the block and pooled on the floor. "Clean that up." I pointed. "Yes sir." He quickly dropped to his knees and licked the rivulets from the side of the block and then the pool on the floor. When he was done, he looked to me for approval. "Now clean up breakfast." He looked a little disappointed as he began to wash the dishes. He knew he was still in trouble and remained silent. I could tell that he was sore by the way he walked. I should have been gentler with the boy, but he was deserving of a rough ride. Now his ass hurt on the outside and inside. Maybe he would think twice before acting like that again. "I'm going to take my shower and get dressed," I called over my shoulder as I left the room. "Yes sir." He replied the disappointment very clear in his voice now. I went into the bedroom and saw my clothes from the previous night still stacked neatly on the chair. I grabbed them up and went to throw them in the hamper. As I balled them up, I felt something in the pocket of my sweats. I reached in and found the lighter I had taken from Justin the night before. Something about the lighter stuck with me, but it hadn't come to me yet. I set in on my dresser and climbed in the shower. I was shampooing my hair when it came back to me. Justin had said his two old best friends were also his dealers. With the right evidence, could they be enslaved as well? I began formulating the plan in my head. Soon enough, I was rock hard again. I knew what I needed. I opened the shower door and called out to Justin. Within seconds, he was in the bathroom, his hardened cock standing out in front of him. "Yes sir." He asked a little too hopeful, as he gave my cock a second glance and then third glance. "I need some attention." I snapped, hoping the intended anger came through. "Yes sir!" he quietly said, as he climbed in the shower and knelt before me. ***** I sent Justin out to tend to the yards. While he was outside, I took the plan from my head and put it down on paper. I knew it would work, but the key was Justin. Would he be willing to share? It wasn't that he had a choice, but I needed his heart to be in this plan for it to work. When he came in from the yard, I told him to wash up and sent him into the shower. He came out a short time later looking clean and somewhat I refreshed. I ordered him to make dinner, and while I watched his cock bounce around the kitchen, I determined how I needed to approach him with my plan. ***** Justin set dinner before me and knelt at my feet. It looked excellent. "Fix a plate Justin, I want you to eat with me tonight." Confusion flashed across his face. "Hurry up, before I change my mind." He rushed into the kitchen and fixed a plate. On his return to the table, he asked, "where should I sit sir?" "If I have asked you to eat with me, where do you think I want you to sit Justin?" "Sorry sir," he replied as he took the seat next to me. We both ate in silence for a few minutes. As was expected, I was the one to break the silence. "Justin, something happened yesterday that started me thinking." "Sir," he exclaimed, "I said I was sorry, please, please, please forgi..." "Justin!" I snapped. "Did I give you permission to speak?" "No sir." "Then shut your mouth and listen to me. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." "Now, as I was saying," I took another bite before continuing. "Yesterday, we threw away your old life. One of the items we threw away was your marijuana. You told me yesterday, that your friends, Sean and Tony were your dealers. Is that correct?" "Yes sir." "And I remembered a while back, you had mentioned that you had missed their friendship. Is that correct too?" "Yes sir, but that doesn't mean that I don't like you sir." "Quit sucking up and just answer the questions I ask Justin." "Yes sir." "I also seem to remember you mentioning that you had had a couple of sexual fantasies involving them. Isn't that correct as well?" "Yes sir," his confusion at my line of questioning was evident by the look on his face and the tone of his voice. "What if I told you that I had an idea that could make you friends with them again and maybe allow you to explore some of those fantasies with them?" He stopped chewing and simply stared at me. "Justin?" "They aren't into guys sir." "And neither were you when we first met Justin, but in time, you learned to enjoy it, haven't you?" "Of course I have sir." "Then why would they be invincible if put up against a similar set of circumstances?" "I don't know sir." Something in his voice told me that he did not want to share. "What's wrong Justin?" He immediately began crying. "What's wrong Justin?" I repeated. "I disappointed you and now you are angry with me and want one of them to replace me as your slave." In spite of the seriousness of the situation, I laughed. "Justin, as long as you obey me and continue to please me, I will never get rid of you. I am looking to enhance our lives with some new slaves. They would help you take care of the house. Plus, if you are a good boy, I might be willing to see some of your fantasies come to life." "You still love me sir?" "Of course I do boy. How could I not love the slave that I molded and trained? How could I not love this beautiful boy before me?" That ice-melting smile spread across his face. "Thank you sir." "Now that we have that silliness out of the way, answer the question I asked you." "I think it is a great idea sir?" "Well, I believe I have a plan. Now listen carefully," I said as I laid it out before him. ***** Justin called his old friend, Tony, and convinced him that in spite of his new desires, he still had a desire for weed and wanted to buy some. Tony was a little reluctant to deal with the "faggot" at first, but was soon convinced that this would be a large score. Justin arranged to meet him and Sean and the Sports Park across town. The time and date was set and had finally arrived. At the back of the Sports Park was a men's room. They had agreed to meet outside the bathroom at 10:00 PM on Friday. For the plan to work, Justin had to be completely unrecognizable from a distance. He would also need some clothes. I actually had to buy some for him to wear for this adventure. It had been so long since he owned anything except shoes and a Speedo, that it took two trips for me to find the right sizes. I looked at my beauty standing outside the bathroom. He had on baggy, low-riding pants and had a sweat jacket on. The hood had been pulled up to hide his head and face. One would never guess what lay beneath the nondescript outfit. I was hidden behind the backstop a short distance away, with my camera. The telephoto lens was on and already focused on Justin. He also wore a mike to tape the conversation. And, as a final step, I had a video camera on a tripod taping the entire transaction. Justin was instructed to keep his backs to the camera, so he would not be recognized on film. A few minutes after 10:00, two shadows made their way across the grass from an alley that led to the homes behind the park. From my vantage-point, I could see the figures reach the circle of light and cross over to where Justin stood. I trained my camera on the first one. He was a Hispanic, nice looking, not centerfold material, but he had that certain something. He had a stockier build and was a bit shorter than Justin, but he had a swagger and walked like he was king of the hill. He's not bad I thought. Taking a couple shots of him, I focused the camera on the other figure. I let out a breath in surprise. He had a build that appeared to be similar to Justin's, but was a few inches taller. He had on a shirt that clung to his chest and I could easily see how well defined he was. What really caught my eye was his head. He appeared to have jet-black hair and even from my distance, his silvery-blue eyes pierced my heart. Where Justin was beautiful, this boy was exotically sexy. I snapped off pictures of him and checked the focus and picture on the video camera. Justin had been given $500 to use for the buy. He pulled the wad out of his wallet and handed to the Hispanic boy. The youth did a quick count of the money and then motioned for silver-eyes to complete the transaction. Out of the band of his right sock, he pulled a bag of marijuana. He hefted the bag in his hand then handed it over to Justin. The Hispanic youth took on a different look now. His face showed anger and hate. Without warning, his fist shot up and caught Justin under the chin. Justin's head snapped back and he flew off of his feet and landed on the cement. The two boys laughed and after taking the opportunity to kick my beauty a few times, turned and wandered back the way they had come. When they were out of sight, I rushed from my hiding place to check on Justin. He lay on the ground with a huge smile on his face. "Are they gone sir?" "Yes they are. Why are you smiling boy?" "Because we got them, didn't we sir?" "I believe we did Justin, I believe we did." "Good!" he exclaimed, "I think I want a some revenge sir." "And soon you shall have it." I helped him up and he dusted himself off. We gathered the equipment and went home. As soon as the garage door closed, Justin was out of the car and removing his disguise. He gathered up the clothes, folded them and put them in a cupboard near where I kept the extra swimwear. He grabbed the equipment and followed me into the den. I gathered the three mediums together and got to work. Justin climbed under the desk and did the same. ***** Being it was Friday night, I didn't need to worry about work the next day, so I worked straight through into the morning. About 2:00 AM I leaned back and told Justin I would be done in about ten minutes. He released my cock from his mouth and replied, "Yes sir." His mouth returned and he put a new technique to work. If I planned to be done in ten minutes, that meant he had about nine and a half to finish his work. Just as I was saving my project, I felt the familiar tightening of my balls. As I hit enter, I released a mouthful, that Justin hungrily swallowed up. I had to admit the boy had talent. "Well done Justin. You just made it." "Thank you sir. I'm glad I was able to please you." "Now get up here and take a look at what we have done." He grabbed my cock and licked a final drop from my slit as he crawled out from under the desk. He knelt next to my chair and I hit the start button. On my computer monitor flashed Justin's back. Moments later, two figures emerged from the darkness and approached the lone figure. The Hispanic boy spoke first, "Hey faggot." "Hi Tony. Hi Sean," he said turning his head to the silver-eyed boy. "Hey," Sean replied. "So faggot, you're looking for a little smoke huh?" "Uh, yeah," Justin replied sounding very unsure. "Let's the cash!" Justin reached in his pocket and pulled out the roll of bills. He handed it to Tony. As I had seen earlier, Tony did a quick count of the cash in his hand and said to Sean, "It's all here. Give him the weed." Sean lifted his pant leg and pulled the bag out. He hefted it. "Here," he said and handed it to Justin. He was clearly a man of few words and Tony was clearly the leader of the pair. Tony said, "If you need anymore, let me know. And now that our transaction is done..." his face contorted and his fist slammed into Justin's face. "That's because I hate fucking faggots." With that said, he began kicking Justin and then Sean joined in. "Cocksucker," he spit as the pair turned and returned to the alley they came from. The screen then went blank and I turned my attention to Justin. "What do you think?" "It's great sir." "Tomorrow I will make a phone call and then we will be ready to put the last part of the plan into effect. Come on, let's go to bed." ***** "Hey Andy." "Is that you Neal?" "Yeah, it's me. How you been bud." "Okay, you?" "Good, real good." "How's that sexy slave you got Neal." "Excellent my friend." Andy and I had been friends for many years. We had met through a mutual friend and found that we had similar tastes. Andy was a detective with the local police department. His involvement was the final piece and was crucial to making this go off without a hitch. "What can I do for you buddy?" "I need some information on a couple guys." "What are the names?" ""Tony Covarrubias and Sean Gaines." "I don't need to look shit up about those two." "You're familiar with them?" "Oh yeah. Covarrubias has been to juvie a few times for drugs and theft. I haven't been able to get him on anything since he hit eighteen. I think it is just a matter of time though. As for Gaines, he is a follower. Used to be a good kid, but then he spent too much time with Covarrubias. Hasn't gotten caught doing anything, yet. Oh, how I would love to nail that little shit." "How do you mean that Andy? Nail as in throw him in jail or nail as in plug his hole?" "The first would be preferred, but I would settle on the second. Once my piece of dark meat slides through his guts, he will be scared straight." "One last question Andy, what would happen if Tony was found guilty of dealing large quantity of drugs or of a hate crime?" "What have you got brewing Neal?" "Let's just say that I might be able to you nail or nail your friend." "Well, shit, why didn't you say so. For drugs, it would be a third offense and even though the others were while he was a juvenile he has enough history to warrant about ten years. On the hate crime, at least fifteen." "Thanks Andy. I'll let you know how things turn out." "Wait a minute Neal. You aren't going to tell me what the hell is going on?" "It's best if you wait to see how things go." "Okay bud, I'll trust you, but you be careful. I get the feeling you are getting in a little deep." "No deeper than I have been before Andy. Take care and thanks." ***** With the final information, I was able to finish the tape. Now, when the initial interaction finished, a picture of Tony materialized on the screen. A synthesized voice came on and said, "You have been a bad boy Tony." His picture moved up and below it appeared his hands counting out the cash. "You're dealing drugs again. Didn't you learn the first two times? This time, you'll go down for at least ten years." The two pictures moved to the right and a video clip started up on the left. It showed Tony hitting a hooded figure in the face and then saying, "That's because I hate faggots." The synthesized voice came on again saying, "And no you have gotten into hate crimes. That's another fifteen years boy." The video clip started playing over again in the background. "Are you ready to give up twenty five years of your life Tony?" You will respond back to this email with one of two words: yes or no. If the answer is yes, I will send my picture show to the cops and you can face the music. If the answer is no, I will provide you with details as to what you need to do to save your ass. You are to say nothing to anyone. You are to discuss this with me and me alone. If you talk to anyone, including Sean, you can kiss your ass goodbye Tony. I will expect your response no later than 5:00 PM tomorrow. Do not be late." The file for Sean went pretty much the same way. Instead of listing Tony's past offenses, it discussed how many years he could get in jail and how badly his life would be messed up. If he was the follower that Andy claimed he was, this should be enough to get him to jump. "What do you think boy." "I think they are great sir." With a few simple key strokes, I sent each boy his file from a new Hotmail account I created: YourNewMaster. ***** Next time: Tony and Sean decide.

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Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2021 19:08:35 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 16 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 16 Andrew only stirred once that night when a nearby animal howled. John's arms were still around him and a night woody pressed thickly against his rear, so he quickly drifted back to sleep with a smile on his face. He didn't awaken from his dreamless state until John got out of the hammock late the next morning. "Sorry to wake you, sexy," John murmured to him as he climbed out. "But I need to get up." Andrew couldn't bring himself to get up yet, so he stayed in the warm sleeping bag and pretended to go back to sleep. He heard John walk over to the edge of the alcove and fuss with his belt and shorts for a moment before he heard a long, satisfied sigh. It just took a moment for Andrew to realize he was peeing over the side of the cliff. 'Well, why not?' Andrew thought to himself. 'It beats hiking out and back for no reason.' Having finished, John got a fire going in the pit and started rustling around with cookware and food. Andrew wondered what time it was, but not badly enough to find his phone. He suddenly missed wearing a watch. He still had the old stainless steel and chrome Casio that his dad had bought for him when he was twelve, but it pretty much stayed in a drawer these days. If he was going to make it a habit of camping out here with John, he should probably fish that old jewel out and keep it on his wrist again. Even with a good night's rest, he was still tired from yesterday. They had packed quite a bit into it, and he felt the stiffness of his muscles as he cautiously stretched them out one by one. He was definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but he didn't mind. As long as he could move today, he was good. His bladder begged for its morning release, but the sleeping back was so cozy that Andrew still didn't want to get up. It was a nice canvas bag on the outside with a flannel lining inside that didn't stick to his skin like the normal polyester and nylon ones he was used to. He realized it didn't rustle nearly as obnoxiously, either. His own mummy bag lost some of its luster after being in this cocoon. Plus, this bag smelled of John, so there was that. His need to pee finally pushed him to get up. He braced himself and unzipped the bag. While still a little chilly, it wasn't as sharp as he had expected, which he was very grateful for as he climbed out of the hammock. He stood there for a moment to let his slightly shaky legs wake up enough to be stable. "Good morning, happy camper!" John greeted him with a cheerful smile. Andrew remembered that he usually had a scowl on his face when he would first look in the mirror every morning. 'Even the Bible said not to be too happy in the morning if you wanted to get along with people,' he groused to himself. 'Didn't John get that memo? Maybe I am a little grumpy after all.' He did his best to smooth out his expression before he responded. "Good morning." "I will have coffee for you in a few minutes. If you need to take a leak, you can just let `er rip over the cliff if you want. That's what we always do." "Thanks," Andrew mumbled. He walked up to the precipice, opened his fly, and let loose. It was satisfying and even a little exhilarating to relieve himself this way rather than hiding in a bush worried that someone would stumble upon him at any moment. Despite being out in the open, there was a sense that the two of them were the only ones for miles. Maybe they were. He had no idea how far John's campground actually was. By the time he made it to the fireside, John deemed the coffee ready and poured him a cup. Andrew took it without adding any cream or sugar and took a first blazing sip. It felt like liquid fire all the way down, but it was just the soothing he needed to calibrate himself. "Thank you," he said with much more enthusiasm in his voice this time. "My pleasure," John replied as he doctored his own mug to his liking. They silently sat side by side on the camping chairs sipping their coffee and gazing out over the trees from their eyrie for a while watching the birds' morning antics and just absorbing the beauty of the trees and the surroundings. Before too long, the kettle over the fire began to whistle. "Breakfast is ready," John announced. Without getting up, he grabbed a handful of items and divvied them up. "One for you," he said, handing Andrew a banana. "And one for me," he said, putting his own in his lap. "One for you," he said, handing Andrew a spoon. "And one for me," he said, putting his with his banana. "One for you," he said, handing Andrew a packet of instant oatmeal. "And one for me," he said, dropping it onto his pile. "One for you," he said, handing Andrew a bowl. "And one for me," he said, placing it on top of the other items. "God, you really are a dork," Andrew laughed despite his mood. "At least I'm a dork that can find your smile, and that's enough for me." Andrew felt a warming inside that had nothing to do with coffee as he emptied the packet into the small bowl. John took the kettle off the fire and turned toward him. "Are you ready for this?" "Yes, please," Andrew answered as he held out his bowl to be filled. John put a good amount in Andrew's bowl and then did the same for his own. "There is milk and both white and brown sugar available if you want them, but I'm not getting up to get them," John declared. "I'm good, thanks," Andrew said, slicing some of his banana into the bowl. "Fair enough." They both stirred their bowls until the oatmeal was edible and dug in. Finally feeling more like himself after coffee and breakfast, Andrew brought up the agenda. "So what do you have planned today?" "Well, like I said yesterday, I don't exactly have a plan, but I do have some options. I was kind of leaning toward climbing this to the top," he said, gesturing to the back wall of the alcove. "And then maybe another dip in the grotto. What are your thoughts?" "That sounds excellent to me, but I'm not sure how much more physical activity I'll be up for. I'm already feeling yesterday." "Kind of my thought too," John admitted. "If it's warm enough, we can just lay out in the sun for a while after that. In fact, let's bring a sack lunch and snacks so we don't have to come back here until later if we like." "That sounds excellent." "Great! Let's clean up and get started then!" They cleaned up breakfast, dowsed the fire again, filled their CamelBaks with water, and began to pack for the day's adventures. They each included a towel, granola bars, and lunch ingredients. John also added his toiletry bag when Andrew was looking the other way. John pulled out some gear before he walked toward the wall. "Have you done this sort of thing before?" he asked Andrew. "Yeah, I've climbed rock walls at the gym and we used to do some rock crawling in Scouts, so I should be good." "Great! So this is essentially a mix of solo climbing and lead climbing. The way we do it is to climb up and clip a quickdraw into a hook. Once that's secure, clip your rope into it. Only then do you unclip from the extender below. In fact, I generally unclip the quickdraw from the hook itself and just move it up to the next one so the rope is always attached. We have a lot of hooks set in the rock to clip to, step on, or grab. They all should be solidly anchored, but of course, you should never count on that until you try them." "Got it." "PLEASE make sure your rope is always secure and hooked in! No one has been seriously hurt here yet, and the last person on earth I want to break that record is you. The last of my motherly advice on this is to be careful not to wear out your fingers and arms early. It makes the last part at the top nearly impossible. If you're tired, just hook your harness to one of the extenders and hang out for a bit." "Okay." They both donned their daypacks, harnesses, and helmets, then set to work on the ropes. John had given each of them plenty of quickdraws, one long rope, a little bag of chalk, and a bunch of carabiners. "Why so many of these?" Andrew asked John, holding up one of the carabiners. "Extras in case you drop some," he explained. "I have a bunch too. I put them in my pockets just in case. You might be surprised how handy they can be." "Fair enough," Andrew replied. As they started, Andrew realized he was a little rusty, but it was also a pretty easy wall with all the hooks drilled in. By the time the wall started to curve back out, he had gotten the hang of the system and it was getting to be fun. He had never climbed a concave wall before, so there was some thrill to it that he hadn't felt in a long time. Once they had made it about three-fourths up the wall, they hooked their harnesses to extenders and hung from them as they took a little break for a snack. "This is fun!" Andrew enthused. "I'm glad you like it," John answered. "I love to do this, and it's way better when you aren't doing it by yourself." "You do this alone?" "Sure! With the cousins all gone, no one else was interested, so I'd just come up here and go on my own." "But it's so dangerous!" "Well, yeah; that's why it's fun," John laughed. "I'm glad we are almost done, because I'm getting hungry," Andrew confessed. "We are only about halfway, you know." "I'd say we are a good seventy-five percent finished." "With the alcove, yes," John declared. "But this is the hardest bit and then we still have some sheer cliff above that to climb before we get to the stairs." "Ah! I didn't think about that." "Don't worry, we'll be fine," John assured him. "And then lunch and a dip!" "Brilliant." They stuffed the wrappers of their granola bars into their pockets and got back to climbing-�or hanging upward, as Andrew was beginning to think of it. The hooks imbedded in the rock face were as absolutely secure as John had promised, so he wasn't worried about falling. Well, not worried about the hooks anyway. He obsessed over triple-checking every connection to make sure the rope and the quickdraws were secure to those hooks. This was one of those times when his near-obsessive attention to detail was useful. He would not be falling today! John moved noticeably quicker, but Andrew decided to chalk that up to experience rather than a lack of care in his attachments. It wasn't too much longer before they were both dangling at the peak of the alcove wall. "Check this out," John prodded him. He hooked his harness securely into the hook and turned outward to enjoy the view. Andrew followed suit and was surprised at the subtle difference between this spot and the rest zones of the stairs above him. It wasn't higher, obviously, but it was more...free. Almost as if he was floating above it all. "This is so cool!" Andrew exclaimed. "I know it! Now if you really want an adrenaline rush..." John let go of his handholds and flipped upside down so his knees were against the roof of the alcove. Andrew's breath caught at the abandon with which John did his little maneuver, but he quickly calmed himself. After all, John did do this a lot, didn't he? Not wanting to regret not trying it, Andrew managed to let go of his hand holds after double checking the harness's linkage. Rather than just let himself flip backwards as John had done, Andrew extended his legs out so his toes were touching the top of the alcove and slowly leaned himself back. His abs screamed in protest at the strain as he carefully lowered himself backwards. At first, he was disoriented and had to fight the urge to panic, so he closed his eyes and kept going until he could feel his knees were bent at ninety degrees and he could feel the blood rushing to his head. Then he slowly opened his eyes. Another wave of disorientation swept him and he steeled himself to quell the nausea that threatened, but eventually he was able to enjoy the view. It was all wrong, of course: clouds "below" him and trees "above." A few nearby birds flying upside down did not help. Now this was a new perspective of everything: walking on air indeed! He turned a little bit to the side to see John smiling at him. "I told you!" he cried gleefully, his face all puffed up and red from being upside down for so long. "Okay, you were right, but this is crazy!" Andrew agreed as he decided a few moments in this position was plenty. He began to pull himself upright again slowly, using his legs and his protesting abs. The last thing he wanted at this point was a dizzying head rush. He eventually made it upright and realized he had held his breath for far too long. He consciously let it out and took a deep breath back in. He was still a little light-headed, but it was totally worth it. John was upright again by this time as well, though he looked a little unsettled. He must have come up too quickly. 'Ha!' Andrew exulted silently to himself. 'Serves you right for showing off!' "Okay, I'm good," John declared as he started to make his preparations for moving up the cliff. "I'm very glad to hear that," Andrew said with a grin. They didn't have any trouble with the last section with its vertical cliff, though Andrew was surprised how far up it seemed to go. His stomach grumbled to itself, reminding him he needed to eat. They clambered up onto the conveniently located rest spot with its bench and water fountain. "Well, this looks a bit familiar!" Andrew exclaimed. "How far up is this?" "This is the one just below the outhouse." "Oh good! I have the feeling I will be wanting that before too long." "You and me both, but let's have lunch-�I'm famished!" "Good call." They took off their helmets, removed their backpacks, and stowed all the gear behind the bench. They each opened their lunch cases and smeared the little peanut butter and jelly packets over the bread to make sandwiches, and then munched on those, carrot sticks, and potato chips. Aside from his scuffed hands and sore muscles, Andrew felt like he could have just walked here and stopped to enjoy the view. John practically inhaled his food. "Hungry much?" Andrew quipped drily. "Maybe, but I think you are too! Are you even chewing?" "What do you-�" Andrew started, and then realized he was eating even faster than John. Oops. "Maybe so," he laughed. It was disconcerting how much being with John made him literally forget himself sometimes. Having eaten everything he had in his pack, he once again turned his attention to his favorite subject. John was still finishing off his food, so Andrew just gazed at him. His hair was dark brown again from being all sweaty. It curled a bit around his ears and clumped up in places. He was certain John would hate a picture of himself looking like this, but Andrew loved it. He thought of it as honest and true to life. It was sexy. Not that fancy clean John wasn't sublimely hot too, but Andrew had to admit he liked the snapshot version of John in the middle of real life just as appealing. The golden-brown fleece of his legs was also matted and dirty from the climb and he could see some scrapes and scratches he had collected in his battle with the wall. His shorts were dirtied too, of course, but the way they bunched up in that climbing harness...woof! It framed his package in just the right way to emphasize the thick cock set on top of those full bull balls... Andrew was so distracted that he didn't realize John had been speaking to him. "...then we can just grab them on the way back down. Sound good?" "Sure!" said Andrew quickly, wondering what he was agreeing to. "Then let's go!" John said as he got up from the bench. Andrew was still quick to note that standing didn't do anything to lessen the impact of that bulge in the front of his shorts, but now John was removing the harness. "Well?" John looked at him. "Are we going, or not?" "Yeah," Andrew replied. "Sure!" He got up and climbed out of his harness as well, acutely aware that his train of thought was readily apparent if John happened to glance his way. He did. ********* 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: 11 May 2001 23:46:01 -0000 From: Greg Stone Subject: Cum Farm, part 1 (gay, authoritarian) Cum Farm by Greg Stone, gregstone@eroticstories.com Part I A cheer went up as the run-down school bus pulled up to the farmhouse. The seven young men who'd been riding in the dusty heat for the two-hour trip from the city were restless and needed to stretch, and a little sore from the hard seating. They were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts, each carrying with him a small duffle bag. Andy, a good-looking blond 19 year-old sitting at the front, mopped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand, looking forward to his summer job. "Exciting full-time summer work for young men 18-21, must be in good shape, room, board and work clothes provided," had read the ad. At the application office he'd found himself in a large room with a number of other guys who all underwent a very brief interview and physical exam. It seemed easy enough, and the pay was great. The driver honked three times as he parked between the house and a large barn, and two men, one about 21 and the other in his early thirties stepped out the front door, one dressed in work clothes, the other more businesslike in a tie. "Here's where you get off," barked the driver. The boys hastily picked up their bags and emptied out of the bus onto the dusty gravel drive. The young man in work clothes waved at the driver, who said, "There's seven on this one. Next one's coming next Thursday." The man smiled back as the bus took off. "My name's Joey," he said to the boys, "and this is Mr. Stevens. We run the show here, and there's plenty of work, but we want you boys to have a good time too." A small cheer went up from the group. Joey had them line up side by side then walked down the row, inspecting them. "If you're lucky you may get promoted. I was on last summer's crew myself and managed to work my way up to foreman. Now, I'm sure you boys will do just fine," he said with a grin. He stopped at the end of the line to check out Brian, a shy-looking 19 year-old with a mop of red hear whose sweaty shorts clung to his asscheeks. "We're going to start your training right now." Leaving their bags on the ground, the boys were marched off to a low concrete building attached to the barn. Joey and Mr. Stevens brought them into a small room with several chairs in a half-circle around a television set. They all immediately noticed that it was very warm in the room. "Sorry about the heat, boys," said Joey. "But the air's not working right now. Since we don't want anyone falling asleep, you boys should strip down to your underwear." Puzzled, but glad to feel more comfortable, the teens all slipped out of their t-shirts and shorts. They were all wearing briefs, and were all aware at once that the one thing they seemed to share was a generous cock endowment. Tyler, a dark-haired 18 year-old with a short, muscular build, stood out as having perhaps the largest flaccid cock, but 21 year-old Chad stood out as well with a hefty pair of balls. All of the boys were smooth chested and very lean. Stevens checked out the sizeable packages bulging through their y-fronts and licked his lips. He was a good-looking man of 31, successful, and used to getting his way. He stood back quietly while Joey ran the show. "Now you boys just take a seat and I'll start the training video," said Joey. He lowered the lights and slipped a tape in the VCR. The boys waited in the dim light, expecting a short film on farm equipment or animal husbandry. Instead, they were all shocked and pleased to discover it was a porno. It had been edited to get right to the action: a muscular blonde dude ramming his cock up a big-titted young woman's pussy, while she took from the front by a younger, dark-haired guy with a huge cock that she was trying desperately to deepthroat. The young guys gawked hungrily at the hot video and shifted uncomfortably in their chairs. Joey and Mr. Stevens, watching through a video camera in an air-conditioned room, could see the hardons starting to form in their briefs. They stole quick, awkward glances around to see if the other guys were reacting the same. All except Tyler, a cocky, red-headed 20 year-old who had already slipped a hand inside his briefs and was stroking his thick cock to full hardness. Seeing Tyler's comfort at stroking himself in the room, the other guys quickly followed suit, staring straight ahead at the porno so as to pretend they weren't aware of each other. It wasn't long before Joey and Stevens were treated to the hot sight of seven hard-bodied young studs stroking their huge cocks as they sweated away in the overheated room. The sweat lubed their hands and hard shafts, making it easy for them to jack off while they watched the flick. Joey and Stevens had edited it carefully so that it now mostly showed shots of the men in the video, especially lots of close-ups of their huge cocks and balls ramming away at the girl. "How do you boys like the training video?" asked Joey through a microphone. The boys were silent for a minute, focused entirely on the porno. Finally 20 year-old Will spoke up quickly. "Fuckin' hot man!" he said as he shafted his growing seven inches. As the video heated up, Tyler and Andy both brazenly slipped their briefs down to their ankles and started giving their cocks the full jack-off treatment while they cupped their heavy balls in the other hand. The other guys hastily followed suit, anxious to free their young pricks from their underwear. The sweaty white briefs lay in a pile at the center of the semi-circle, and the distinct sound of sweaty hands rapidly working over the seven huge cocks added to the porno soundtrack. Joey and Stevens surveyed the image on the monitor, their own cocks at full stiffness from watching the young studs jack off. It was clear from the picture on the screen that Chad had the longest cock, though Curt, a baby faced 18 year-old blond who looked almost hypnotized by the porn film, had an unbelievably thick one. They also noticed that Rick, a slim green-eyed 19 year-old in a crew cut, had a slight curve to his and was gripping his balls tightly in his left hand. "Just relax and enjoy yourselves," said Joey. "Don't be shy now, keep stroking those beautiful cocks as much as you want." Just as he finished speaking, the young stud in the video who was doggy-fucking the woman pulled and aimed his cock over her back. He gripped his balls and rapidly jacked his angry red shaft, then bellowed loudly and fired several thick streams of cum over her ass and back. Instantly Tyler, Andy, and Rick all followed suit, grunting and panting as they came, shooting their cum high into the air, all over their washboard bellies and smooth chests. Their muscular legs shook as they came, and a couple of Andy's wads flew to the side and landed on Tyler's chest. The other boys were oblivious to the orgasms around them, or at least pretended to be, and their eyes were fixed completely on the video. The blond dude who was getting deep-throated in the porno pulled out suddenly and made the girl kneel in front of him. As he desperately jacked his cock she opened her mouth wide to receive his load and stroked his thighs. The remaining four boys watching the flick heated up, leaning forward and increasing the speed of their cock-stroking. Their lips were parted as they breathed hard, working towards climax. Suddenly the girl in the video slipped her right hand between the stud's legs and in between his ass cheeks. The camera shifted and caught a very close-up shot of her middle finger slipping easily into his anus, right up to the knuckle. The next shot was of the young male porn star, who clearly hadn't expected the move, grunting and shouting as his cock jumped in his hand and blasted a good ten shots of hot cream onto the girl's face, only half making it between her lips. The unexpected finger shot was too much for Chad and Will. Chad let out a long, low groan and leaned forward in his chair, and soon a series of huge cum spurts flew from his thick shaft, landing squarely on the pile of white briefs in the middle of the circle. Joey and Stevens were amazed at how far his shots flew. Next came Will, who sat back in his chair, and whose other hand seemed to have moved from his balls to even further back between his legs, though no one could actually see if he was playing with his asshole. "Oh, fuck man!" he shouted, and instantly a huge volley of cum spurted from his cock and landed on his face and chest. He continued jerking and swearing, and his cock fired cum indiscriminately around, hitting the two boys beside him on their chests and legs. Finally, with a low groan, he gave his red shaft a slow, long squeeze upwards, forcing out the last thick blob of cum from his cock as if he were extracting toothpaste. Only Brian and Curt were left. They were both frantically jerking their cocks and stroking their balls as they watched the next scene on the porno. A minute went by, and from the way they were jerking and the looks on their faces, it was obvious that they were just on the edge of cumming, but couldn't. Their faces were contorted and their breathing ragged, and it was almost painful for the other boys now to see the extreme redness and stiffness of Curt and Brian's cocks. They were simply too nervous about cumming in front of other guys. Then Stevens, who until now had said nothing, burst into the room and confronted the other boys. "All right guys," he said. "You boys are expected to work as a team. That means that if one guy gets off, everyone gets off. So I want each and everyone one of you to lend these poor boys a hand and give them some relief. Understood?" The five boys who had cum looked nervously at each other. "Look, I'll show you," said Stevens. He took Tyler by the hand and placed his cum-slicked palm around Brian's scrotum. "Just keep stroking his sack like it was your own. See how he likes it?" Tyler did as he was told and caressed the younger guy's balls lovingly, and sure enough Brian relaxed and spread his thighs a little wider. "Now come here you," said Stevens to Chad. He made the muscular young dude kneel beside Brian and pushed his head towards the frantic boy's chest. "I want you to play with his nipples just like you suck your girlfriend's." Chad placed his lips around Brian's left nipple and began to suck and nibble it, while his other hand rolled and pinched the other nipple. Brian gasped and tensed up, his hand moving rapidly up and down his raging cock as the other boy's toyed with his balls and tits. Then at last, with a long sigh, his hips bucked spastically and a stream of fresh, salty boycream sprayed from his cock and all over his smooth torso. "Now that's what I mean by teamwork," said Stevens. "Now what about this poor boy here? He's looks exhausted." Everyone turned to look at Curt, whose sweat-drenched babyface bore the signs of excitement and frustration as he slowly stroked his huge eight-inch rod. He was totally worked up, but unable to cum in front of the others. Stevens directed Andy to kneel on the floor, while the boys lifted Curt out of his chair and laid him down on the floor, his head resting face-up in Andy's lap. Andy leaned over and starting to pinch and roll Curt's nipples in his fingers. Stevens then directed Will to kneel beside Curt and jack him off. Will had often secretly jerked off with other guys, and had no trouble giving his younger teammate just the handjob he needed. Finally, Stevens had Tyler kneel between Curt's spread legs. "Young fellah, you are going to have the best job of all," he said, and guided Tyler's warm hand between Curt's smooth asscheeks. He placed Tyler's middle finger over the boy's tender asshole and showed him how to caress and tickle it with his fingertip. "Just like that," he said, then removed his hand and watched as Tyler took over the fingering of Curt's anus. There was no denying that was just the trick Curt needed. With Andy playing with his tits, Will jerking his cock, and Tyler fingering his asshole, he went over the edge and let out a long high-pitched wail. "Oooooh my Goooood, Yesssss!" he shouted as an incredible series of cum wads sprayed from his pulsing shaft. They flew all the way up to his face, moistening his lips, chin, and his feathery blond hair. Andy and Will didn't escape the teen's huge orgasm, and saw their own hands coated liberally with his creamy juice. Everyone was so fascinated with Curt's incredible cum that no one noticed how Tyler had already gotten another chubby from playing with Curt's ass. "Now, that's what I call teamwork!" said Stevens. "Is everyone clear on what that means?" "Yes sir!" shouted the boys in unison. "Good. Now I want all of you to pick up your shorts and march through that to the showers and clean up." The did so immediately, and Stevens waited until they had all left so he could watch each of the seven sweaty young asses walk through the door. He walked back into the control room where Joey was waiting, kneeling on the floor. "I'm ready, Mr. Stevens," he said. Stevens unzipped his pants and whipped a raging hard seven-incher. He grabbed Joey by the hair and shoved his cock into his mouth. jack immediately began to suck expertly on the hot shaft, and Stevens let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Those boys will do just fine," he said as Joey slurped noisily on his cock. "They're really going to learn how to take it. " Then the thought of training yet another group of young studs overtook him. He held Jack's head tightly to his groin and grunted, shooting hot cum into the young man's mouth. Joey swallowed the salty juice obediently, just as he had last summer when Stevens had trained him as part of the first group. He thought about what the new boys were in store for, and felt envy. * * * * * Andy, Tyler, Chad, Rick, Brian, Curt, and Will sat on a bench in the shower room with pale blue towels around the waists, waiting for Joey and Mr. Stevens to show up. In the showers they had all washed silently, saying nothing as if the experience with the training video had never happened. They had barely even looked at each other, though Curt thought he'd caught more than a couple of the guys checking out his young bubble butt. They were all basically straight, and had girlfriends back in the city who were waiting for them to come back in eight weeks. The door opened and in walked Mr. Stevens and Joey. They ushered the boys into the barn. From the rows of stalls, it had obviously once been a dairy barn, but it was clean and odorless. There were still partitions up as there had been for the cows, but instead of hay each one had a cot raised just over four feet off the ground. The boys noticed that the cots were bolted to the ground, and that there was a curious railing system attached to the ceiling over each cot. "This is where you boys will sleep for the next eight weeks," said Joey. He assigned each of them a cot and recorded who was in which one, since they were all numbered. He disappeared for a second and returned with a wheeled cart laden with food. He handed each of the boys a large tray of beef stew, mashed potatoes and pie. The ate hungrily and noisily as they sat on the ends of their cots. "Now just wait here and we'll be back for the next part." He left them again. After their meals the boys waited anxiously, sitting on the edge of their cots and fidgeting. Since the partitions only covered the back half of the cots, they could all see each other. "Man, this is kind of weird," said Rick after a long silence. A couple of other guys agreed. "Hey, I don't mind it so far," said Chad. "They show us a porno, give us a shower, feed us, nice place to sleep. Not too bad." The other boys seemed puzzled by Chad's comfort with the events of the afternoon. Tyler was about to ask him something, when Joey and Mr. Stevens walked back in. Joey was carrying a large box that clinked with glass. "We need to run some health tests on you boys," said Mr. Stevens. "So each of you needs get on all fours on your cots, pronto!" The boys responded immediately, some of them trying to repress smirks at what they thought was another joke. They were kneeling on all fours with their ass pointing outward at the open end of their cots, so they couldn't see each other any more, or see what Joey and Mr. Stevens were up to. The two men were instantly impressed by the row of smooth asses and large dangling cocks that presented themselves to them. Tyler was in cot #1. Joey and Stevens stood back at first to admire the smooth, muscular bubble butt with the small tuft of dark hair between the cheeks, and the generous, thick cock and scrotum hanging down at the base of the asscrack. His thighs were just far enough apart that the men could see the anal rosebud between the firm globes. "These are very simple tests that we're doing just to identify your work," said Mr. Stevens. From the box Stevens produced a strange instrument with a long, thin closed tube at one end, and a small meter at the other. He set it down between Tyler's legs, then proceeded to apply a generous coating of lube to his right hand. He grasped the 18 year-old's thick cock in the lubed palm, and Tyler jumped. But he quickly relaxed as Mr. Stevens began to shaft his cock, which soon thickened and grew to full stiffness under his firm grip. "How's that feel, young man?" said Stevens. "Unnnh, oooh yeah, just great...awesome," groaned the teen stud as his hips pumped very lightly in response to his employer's handjob. "Fuckin' great." "Good," said Mr. Stevens. "Now, don't mind this." He dipped the index finger of his other hand into the jar of lube, and proceeded to massage the boy's anus with it. Tyler shook for a second, then moaned and wriggled his ass a bit as Mr. Stevens continued to caress and probe his taut young asshole. He coated the outside of it generously, then slowly worked his finger in up to the second knuckle. Stevens felt the boy's cock increase instantly in hardness. Suddenly he withdrew his finger and picked up the rubber tubing device. He held it by the middle and proceeded to push the tube up the stud's ass. It entered smoothly with only slight resistance, until it was in to the six-inch mark. "Hey, wh-what's that?" as Tyler through his hoarse breathing. "It's a device for measuring muscle strength," said Mr. Stevens casually. "We want to find out how in shape you boys are down there." He looked at the meter at the other end of the tube, which rated muscular tightness from 1 to 10, depending on how tightly the boy's rectum squeezed the tube and displaced the air inside it. Right now it was at 6. Stevens continued to jack Tyler off, increasing the speed with which he stroked the huge teen cock. The needle began to move, rising gradually from 6 towards 7, then higher. Tyler was breathing hard now, the slick handjob and the tube up his ass pushing him relentlessly towards orgasm. Stevens saw his balls start to twitch and sensed the cock grow even harder in his expert hand. He nodded to Joey, who produced a tall glass beaker which he placed directly beneath the purple mushroom head of Tyler's dick. Stevens aimed the boy's cock into the beaker and increased his speed. Suddenly the needle on the dial shot higher, and Tyler cried out with pleasure. "Oooooh, cummin', fuckin' cumming! Aaaaah!" he shouted as several generous dollops of his thick boycream spurted into the beaker. Stevens continued to shaft Tyler's cock until the last dropped had oozed from it. He raised the beaker, twirled it under his nose, and sniffed it. "Delicious," he said. "Eight point nine," said Joey, examining the meter still dangling from the teen's anus. "Very good." Then he took out an ink pad and a stamp, and stamped the image of a bright red cherry onto the young stud's right butt cheek. "It's almost indelible," he said to Tyler, who was still panting hard from his orgasm. "It'll wash off by the end of the summer." And he exchanged a knowing smile and snicker with Mr. Stevens. After labelling the beaker and recording the amount, the two men moved down the line to Rick, in cot #2, then Andy in cot #3. They repeated the procedure with each teen, stroking them to hardness, lubing and massaging their tight assholes, inserting the tension meter, then jacking them off and recording their tightness and amount of cum, which they saved. Each of them rated over 8 on the scale, and each received the red cherry stamp on his right ass cheek. Chad was in the fourth cot, waiting eagerly on his hands and knees. After listening to three of his teammates getting jerked off he was already hard himself, though he had no idea what else had gone one. None of them did until it happened to them. When the incredible sensation of Mr. Stevens' warm, well-lubed handjob was complemented by the rubber hosing being forced up his ass, it didn't take long before he was grunting and bucking his hips. Joey grabbed a beaker and placed it under his cock just in time to catch the first of several shots of cum. Chad shot so hard that the cum splashed up the sides of the beaker. "Cool," said Joey. Then he picked up the meter and read it out. "Six point three." He exchanged a wicked glance with Mr. Stevens. "Ever had anything else up there, Chad?" asked Stevens. "No way, man," he replied with forced indignance. "I never tried that queer stuff." "Sure," said Stevens, and he moved on to the next ones. He didn't stamp Chad's ass with the cherry mark. Brian and Will both did well, producing huge amounts of cum and getting high marks for anal tightness. They were so worked up by the sounds they'd heard and the rising odor of cum that there balls were ripe and ready by the time the bosses came around. They both got the cherry stamp. Finally they got to Curt, in the seventh cot. He looked a little uncomfortable, his freshly washed mop of blond hair hiding a nervous look on his face. Still, he relaxed enough to enjoy Mr. Stevens' skillful handjob. Stevens was just about to lube up the boys asshole, when he stopped to admire the incredible smoothness of his butt cheeks. They were completely hairless, and even his crotch hair was kind of scant. "Do you shave your ass, boy?" he asked, still stroking the hefty eight-inch cock. "N-no sir," said Curt. "I've just never h-had that much body h-hair," he gasped as his cock continued to thicken. Stevens couldn't believe it. He was sure he'd find stubble if he checked close enough. He ran a finger up and down the teen's asscrack, but it still felt smooth. The sensation also drove Curt wild. Stevens still couldn't believe it. "Well, there's only one way to be sure," he said. Then, still stroking the young stud's shaft, he parted his ass with his free hand, leaned forward and began to lick the hot asscrack. He ran it up and down the smooth cheeks, over the crack, and finally around the tender young asshole in the center. He probed and tickled it with his tongue, surprised at how unyielding the little knot of muscle remained despite the obvious pleasure its owner was expressing. Stevens increased the speed of his handjob as Joey set the beaker beneath Curt's spasming cock. Then Stevens licked the pinky finger of his left hand, and shoved it quickly up the teen's ass. "Ooooooow god!" he yelped at the sudden invasion, and instantly a seemingly endless stream of cum gushed from his swollen mushroom head and into the beaker. His smooth buns bucked wildly back and forth with each spurt, but Stevens managed to hold his own and keep the finger fully up the tight teen rectum. At last it was over, and all the boys had given a sample of their cum, and everyone but Curt had enjoyed the muscle tension meter up their asses. Joey picked up the device as if to administer it to Curt, but Stevens waved him away. "Never mind," he said as he withdrew his finger from the still-tight little aperture. "Just give him a nine point five." They stamped Curt's ass with the cherry, then packed up their samples and equipment, and Joey wheeled the box out of the room. Mr. Stevens stopped at the door with his hand on the light switch. "Lights out at ten every night," he ordered. "And if you boys want to jerk yourselves off to sleep, tonight's your last chance to do it." He shut the lights, leaving his last comment unexplained. Soon the seven young studs were snoring away in their beds, exhausted from their first day at the farm. End of Part I I always enjjoy feedback and suggestions from readers. Feel free to pass your comments on to me at Gregstone@eroticstories.com

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Date: 13 May 2001 04:20:45 -0000 From: Greg Stone Subject: Cum Farm 2 (Gay, rural/authoritarian) Cum Farm by Greg Stone, gregstone@eroticstories.com Part 2 The boys woke up suddenly to the sound of a buzzer ringing and the bright fluorescent lights of their bunker flickering on. Andy looked at his watch: it was exactly seven in the morning. Groggy and unaccustomed to waking up that early, he and the other six guys on the farm work team rubbed their eyes and stirred slowly in their raised cots. Each of them lay back for a moment, recalling vague but highly erotic dreams from he night before. Chad was the first to sit up. When he did he noticed something very odd: a clear rubber hose running from beneath the bottom of his sheets and up to the ceiling, where it was suspended by the metal railing system over their cots. At once he whipped off his sheet and was shocked by what he discovered. His flaccid cock was encased in a clear plastic vacuum pump, with a rubber ring at the base where it met his groin. Around the cock itself was a pink rubber ring attached by thin wires to the end of the tube, and at the very end of the pump was attached the hose that led to the ceiling system. By now all the boys on the team had discovered the same thing: their cocks encased in vacuum pumps that were so light and well fitted that they hardly noticed them, and each with a clear plastic hose that led up to the ceiling rails, where they all met in the center and fed into a single tube that ran through the wall to who knew where. Brian touched the pump and fiddled slightly with it. "Don't touch that!" someone barked. The boys jumped: it was Mr. Stevens. He had just walked in with Joey and seemed relieved to have caught Brian. "We'll show you how to remove those in a minute." He strolled down the aisle, checking out each of the hot, well-muscled teens in their partitioned cots. "How did you fellows sleep?" "Great!" they all replied. Joey smirked, knowing what that first night was like. "I suppose you young men are a little surprised at what you've found this morning. Well, let me explained." He held up a plastic jug on it with a picture of a flower. "This is what it's all about. You boys aren't here to harvest, to pick or plant. No, you're here--to produce!" Taking pleasure in their puzzled expressions, Stevens went on to explain. This was a cum farm, and they were the livestock who'd provide him with his product. He'd found a way to take semen and transform into a powerful and safe fertilizer, so effective it could make plants grow over twice as fast. But there was a hitch: the semen had to be very fresh when it was processed, and high in testosterone, and that meant harvesting it from healthy young men only. Their cum was highly valued too--up to $5 per milliliter, making Mr. Stevens a rich man indeed. "So that's how it works," he concluded as the boys' nervous snickering subsided. "You will all be milked on a regular basis--six times daily in fact, and all your cum will be reserved for processing. All you boys need to do is stay healthy, sleep and eat well, and enjoy yourselves." Then he walked out. Joey took over and explained the details. They would be milked at regular intervals, which meant every four hours. Last night their samples had been taken at ten, then after being fitted in their sleep with the pumps and hoses, they had been mechanically masturbated at 2 a.m. and 6 a.m. sharp. That would be the regular schedule, he said, and he would explain the rest as they day went on. He instructed them on how to remove and reattach the pumps; it was very easy, even pleasurable. Then they showered, put on uniforms of pale blue t-shirts and grey nylon shorts, and were led to the dining room. There was some snickering because they'd noticed that every one of them except Chad had their asses stamped with the red cherry, but they thought little else of it. They ate well and after a short rest were brought outside at eight-thirty. "For the next ninety-minute period you will exercise," said Joey. "The morning physical activity will change each day." They did jumping jacks, sit-ups, and finally ran. Stevens watched through binoculars from the side, enjoying the sight of the boys' large, flaccid cocks flopping up and down in their loose nylon shorts as they jumped and ran. They were not permitted to wear underwear, so their cocks moved freely in the thin shorts, and the frequent rubbing against the silky material ensured that they all had impressive hardons by the end of the workout. Their erect teen pricks jutted forward, causing the backs of their shorts to cling to their sweaty round asses. At ten a.m. sharp Joey blew a whistle and they all stopped. He ordered them over to a high brick wall at the end of the workout field and had them slip out of their shorts and face it with their hands on the wall, leaning forward, legs spread, as if they were being arrested. He walked up with a clinking box of glass beakers and a bottle of lube. "Milking time," he said. Stevens insisted on milking the boys immediately after heavy exercise, because it made their semen richer in oxygen and more fertile. That was fine by the teens, since they had been deprived of their habitual morning jack-off and were more than ready for a little relief. They lined up in the same order that they slept. One by one, with a hand almost as skilled as Mr. Stevens', Joey gripped the hard teen cocks in his well-lubed and jacked them off into the beakers, giving each a final squeeze as the panting young studs oozed out every drop of cum in their balls. It was a plum job for Joey, who got to watch their firm round asses buck and tremble as they came. He was permitted by Mr. Stevens to take small liberties, such as occasionally prodding or rimming a teen's asshole or tweaking his nipples if he seemed to be taking a little long. They were highly effective tricks and never failed to bring on the hot cream. When all the team members had given up their fresh cum, they headed off to wash up and relax in the lounge. After lunch, they had leisure time with video games, TV and movies. They were forbidden to drink or smoke, but being such healthy specimens they were hardly inclined. At two in the afternoon Joey and Stevens returned. This time Mr. Stevens explained the schedule. "Every afternoon at two you will have freestyle masturbation," he said. "You can do it however you like, and take as long as you like, just as long as you don't spill a drop." He smiled as he watched Joey instruct the boys in how to hold the beakers to their cocks so they could catch all the cum, remembering how he himself had trained Joey last summer with the first milking team, Joey who had been his top producer and was now his personal assistant. Each of the boys was given a bottle of lube. "There are porn videos and mags in the cabinet," said Joey's walked out with Stevens. "Help yourselves." Andy picked out a hot stag video--all the porn was straight--and slipped it into the VCR. Soon he was noisily pumping his slicked-up eight-inch cock as he watched a couple of women getting gang-fucked by five men. The other guys followed suit, watching the video, looking at mags, or just lying back on the sofas with their eyes close as they casually stroked their huge teenage cocks. After the rapid whack-off this morning on the workout field they were glad to have a more casual masturbation. Then the lounge doors flew open and the two bosses walked in, looking disappointed. "Sorry boys, but that's not quite how it works." said Stevens. "It seems you've all forgotten the important lessons of yesterday afternoon." The boys looked puzzled, their hands still lightly stroking their fully thickened cocks despite their apprehension. "Teamwork, God damnit! Teamwork!" shouted Stevens. "If you guys just do it by yourselves, you'll underproduce. But if you've got a buddy to get you off while you relax, you can produce ten percent more! Now, let's see a little team spirit here!" The teens were less awkward about this than they had been yesterday, and casually divided up into two pairs and a threesome. The fact was that the past twenty four hours had increased their comfort with homosexual activity and also made them more aware of what gave them pleasure. Andy and Tyler paired up, as did Chad and Curt, and Brian, Rick and Will formed the threesome. They began touching, then stroking each other's cocks and balls, and then each other's nipples and asses. Andy and Tyler were slowly but firmly jacking each other's cocks while Andy also fingered Tyler's nipples. In the threesome, Brian and Will started rubbing their well-lubed cocks together while Rick stood behind Brian. He pressed his cock right up against Brian's cheeks while reaching around to stroke Will's firm teen bubble butt. Chad and Curt formed a natural dominant submissive pair: Chad helped the baby-faced blond 18 year-old to his knees while Chad sat back on the sofa. Gently but firmly he held Curt's head between his heads and lowered his mouth onto his rampant nine-inch cock. He began to suck and slurp on the 21 year-old's thick meat, and responded enthusiastically when Chad also guided his hand to his balls and told him to caress them. Curt was only beginning to discover that he loved being told what to do. "Now, that's what I like to see," said Mr. Stevens enthusiastically as an obvious erection tented his crotch. "Everybody helps each other out--the team way--and that way we all win big. Just remember that if you're the one sucking or jacking your buddy off, you're the one responsible for making sure his cum gets saved in the beaker." The teammates did not respond, now fully caught up in the hot action and totally at ease with each other. Fingers were slipping into asscracks, teeth were gently nibbling erect nipples, and everywhere hips were pumping and grinding. A sweet, distinctive odor filled the room, which was also kept slightly warm to ensure increased productivity. Stevens and Joey walked out and headed to the control room, where they continued to watch on the video monitors. In the warm, relaxed atmosphere of the lounge, the team members were well into their mutual jacking and cocksucking. Rick had knelt down behind Brian and was noisily slurping away at the 19 year-old's asshole while Will vigorously masturbated him into the beaker. Brian was the first to cum: he let out a groan and a whimper, then fired a voluminous sample of jizz into the glass. Not forgetting his responsibilities, Will squeezed the last two or three drops from Brian's eight-inch cock into the beaker. The sound of Brian cumming set off a slow chain reaction over the next ten minutes in the room: one by one the young studs came, each one seeing his buddy capture his valued cum in the beakers. The bitter scent of cum mingled with the smell of sweat. First it was Tyler, gripping Andy by the shoulders and breathing hard as he produced an impressive series of thick of wads; then Will, leaning back against the wall and moaning loudly as Rick aimed his thick shaft into the vessel while Brian sucked his heavy balls. Rick was content to finish himself off, though Brian helped by kneeling before him with the beaker. Chad's groans were growing louder as Curt continued his apparently expert blowjob. Chad's big hands were wrapped around Curt's head to make sure he got sucked off. "Yeah, baby, suck it just like that...uh...fuckin' awesome..." he groaned. He started to buck his hips, banging his groin into Curt's face. Chad's young suckmate was gagging slightly and winced at the rough treatment, since Chad was gripping his head so close to his groin. He felt the older guy's cock increase in hardness, and reached for the beaker. "No...naw...it's too late...gonna fuckin' cum," he gasped. Everyone's eyes widened as they thought Chad was about to commit the forbidden act of wasting his cum, but before it could happen Rick raced over with an empty beaker, freed Curt from Chad's muscular grip, and jacked the groaning boy's thick cock off into the beaker. "Aw yeah....yeah...huuunh!" he grunted as Rick narrowly managed to catch the first volley of steaming jizz. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the last few drops dribbled down the inside of the glass. "Thanks, man," said Chad. Only Andy and Curt were left, both with raging purple hardons and sweat shining on their hairless chests from their efforts in the overheated room. Andy asked Curt to kneel on all fours beside him on the couch, with his ass pointing enticingly toward him. Andy sat back and let Rick jack him off with both hands, while he lubed up a finger and slowly wormed it into his anus. "Ooooh, yeah," said Curt, shuddering with pleasure and remembering how Mr. Stevens had fingered him last night. With Rick taking care of his cock, Andy devoted all his attention to finger-fucking Curt and stroking his amazingly smooth asscheeks. Tyler grasped Curt's huge teen cock from underneath and began to jack him off rapidly. The other four boys watched in silent amazement as the last of their teammates got their rocks off. The slick sound of well-lubed hands and fingers working away were barely audible over the heavy breathing and groaning. Noticing how fixated Andy was on the smooth boyass beside him, Rick obliged by snaking a finger under Andy's big balls and right up his rectum. That really got things going: the fingerfucking and cock-jacking sped up, as did Curt and Andy's breathing. Curt bucked his hot little ass against Andy's vigorous finger-banging, and Rick's wriggling finger up his ass brought Andy over the edge. "Aw yeah, hunh, fuckin' bitch!" he shouted, changing his caresses of Curt's bubble butt to two final stinging swats. He shook and fired his cum right into the beaker as Rick continued to bring him off. Shot after shot blew into the glass until he sat back exhausted and let his hand slip from Curt's tight anus. The other boys started to snicker as a flaming red patch began to from on Curt's ass cheek. But the boy himself was oblivious to it, bucking and thrusting his thick meat into Tyler's agile palm. At last he froze and shuddered, and with a long sigh ejaculated generously into the beaker. The teammates cheered one another, then lay down in the chair's and sofas, thirsty and exhausted. "Very nice," said Mr. Stevens as he watched the monitor in the control. "These boys are definitely high-calibre producing stock. Mmmm, yeah..." and with that he leaned forward and slid his hard seven-inch shaft up into Joey, who was leaning over the console with his pants around his ankles. Stevens had enjoyed the sight of the seven teenagers getting each other off, just as he'd watched Joey do it with his teammates last summer. He grabbed Joey's hips and pumped him harder. "Just as tight as ever," said Stevens. Joey did not reply, since Stevens had gagged him by shoving some of the boys' underwear into his mouth. It wasn't long before the boss himself was cumming, squirting his cum into Joey's bowels with a satisfied grunt. Joey was busy whacking off too. Then they would rest as well, and get the boys ready for the evening chores. * * * * * * For the rest of the afternoon the team did small chores around the farm: cleaning, gardening, and some laundry. They had a good time with it, since their spirits were high, knowing they were being paid well to do a little work and a lot of cumming. None of them even felt the least discomfort after being masturbated five times in the past day: they were all healthy young studs who were jerking off three times a day at home anyway, and would've done more if they'd had the chance. Stevens liked to see them having fun too, for he knew that keeping them in good mental health would keep their juices flowing. At a quarter to six they were marshalled off to the barn for the six o'clock milking. Stevens and Joey led them to the same room where they'd started yesterday, except now there were seven large armchairs seated around the large-sized TV, and there were wires and small machines leading from every chair. They stripped and each took a seat, and were ordered to belt themselves in with a kind of seatbelt. Each of them was given a bottle of lube and a special condom with an extra-large reservoir tip, designed especially for high-producing studs like these. Then Stevens and Joey proceeded to the wire the boys up. On each teammate they attached one electrode to the left chest, one behind the testicle, and one to the left temple, and then a small uninsulated wire to their right hands. The machines, which looked like miniature lie detector machines, were switched a made a low humming noise. When they were all wired up, Stevens stepped in front of them, with his back to the TV and videotape in his hand. "The morning post-exercise milking is done to obtain a high oxygen content," he said. "But because it is taken quickly other nutrients in your samples are deficient. In order to obtain a higher nutrient grade, the 6 p.m. samples must all be extracted very, very slowly." He turned and put the tape in the VCR and turned it on. To no one's surprise, it was another porno, and instantly the boys fitted their condoms and reached for their lube. "Now before you boys start spraying all over the place--" they laughed at this, "--you should know how this works," continued Stevens. "In order to allow the nutrients to build up high enough in your cum, you have to take no less than THIRTY MINUTES between the time you start jacking and the time you blow your wads. Is that clear?" "Yes sir!" they answered together, though they had no idea how they could hold off that long. Most of them were used to quick, furtive jack-offs under the sheets at home, and didn't last more than ten minutes when they were in the back seats of their cars with their girlfriends. "I suppose you're wondering how boys your age can last that long," said Stevens. "Well, in order to train you properly, we've included a little, er, incentive to help you along. That will be all." He left and took Joey with him to the control room. Back in the TV room the boys lazily stroking their big teen cocks while they watched a video in which a small blonde woman was sucking off a large black man. The electrodes on their balls, chests and temples sent information back to the machines beside their chairs, but the video was set loud enough to cover the hum of the machines. After a few minutes the action in the video picked up: the man picked the woman up by her waist and laid her on all fours on the bed. He got behind her and shoved his huge cock into her and started to pump her doggy-style. Immediately the boys responded by jerking off more rapidly, forgetting their instructions and obeying instead their primitive impulse to cum. Brian was especially caught up in the video: he loved doing it doggy-style and he thought the woman in the video looked a bit like his ex-girlfriend. "Unh, yeah bitch...take it all the way," he muttered as his lube-soaked hand flew up and down his eight inches. His breathing grew ragged as he approached orgasm. He looked at the clock: seven past six. There's no fuckin' way I can do this, he thought. The machine behind him whirred a little louder, and as he continued his frantic masturbating a small green light switched to yellow. "OW!" shouted Brian, as his hand leapt off his cock. A sharp electric charge had been delivered to his right hand, and it took him several seconds to recover. So that was it, since what else could keep a healthy, horny eighteen and nineteen year-olds from cumming in less than five minutes than a small dose of pain? Undaunted, and still extremely horny, Brian resumed a slow, careful jacking of his cock. Soon he was right back into it, experiencing for the first time the benefits of taking it slowly. The green light returned. There were a few more yelps in the room as Will, Tyler, Rick and Chad also got a shock. They too both took a minute to recover, but carefully resumed their masturbation. For a few minutes it seemed pretty easy, and the boys settled into a group rhythm of slow, firm stroking. But by a quarter past the pressure had become unbearable for them: their cock heads were hugely swollen and an almost unnatural deep purple, their hands were overheating, and their balls were starting to ache. Some of the boys shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, while others groaned with near-agony. It was too good, but it hurt too. The video had heated up to a group sex session of three women and seven men, making it impossible for these horny young studs not to watch. But none of them had ever taken this long to cum, and the strain was showing. Every one of them had a slow trickle of pre-cum leaking continuously down his shaft into the condom. By twenty-two past Tyler couldn't take it. "Aw man, I can't do it...can't hold off, gonna cum...yeah, gonna...OW SHIT!" he cried out. The next shock was even bigger than the first, causing his hand to literally spring from his cock. The discomfort in his voice instantly brought the other team mates under control as they dreaded suffering the same fate. It was unbearable: clear, fluent pre-cum was flowing freely from each of their cocks and lubing up their condoms from the inside, increasing the pleasure. Sweat ran down their hairless faces and chests, causing them to glisten in the low light. But their balls and cocks ached from the constant shafting and the long delay. At last it was twenty-nine after. The boys were panting and groaning, squirming in their chairs as they struggled to delay their orgasms for less than a minute more. Andy thought he'd never experienced such exquisite pain, aching deep in his groin but unable to take his hand off his cock either. Their groans and breathing deepened as the second hand ticked momentously towards the minute. Then finally it was six-thirty, and a small bell rang. The room exploded. Every boy in the room let out a loud yell and gripped his cock with intense pressure as they started to cum. Some buckled and sat forward, while others pushed back into their chairs and raised their legs and knees high into the air, exposing their assholes. However they were sitting, their balls were all spasming and pulsing in unison as they poured what felt like a double load of cum into the condoms. Shouting and moaning, not caring how they sounded, they squeezed their thick cocks tightly as every one of them experienced the most agonizingly delicious orgasm of his entire life. Mr. Stevens was pleased at the outcome, and amazed that the machinery had actually kept the boys from cumming until the 30-minute mark had passed. He congratulated himself on his ingenuity, and treated himself to the unusual pleasure of personally removing the condoms from each boy on the team. By the time he got back down to the TV room they were all lying, some still moaning lightly in discomfort at the ache in their balls. Their cocks were flaccid but still flaming red at the prolonged swelling, and the condoms slipped off easily without spilling their valuable, highly scented contents. As a reward the team was fed a very satisfying dinner and given plenty of time to rest. Despite their earlier condition from the six o'clock jack-off, they recuperated quickly and their discomfort soon passed. They played videogames loudly and made crude jokes in the lounge, talking about girls and how they would spend their paycheques. When, at nine-thirty, they returned to their partitioned cots in the old dairy barn, each of the boys found the following note taped to the inside wall of their partitions: "MILKING SCHEDULE: 0200 Mechanical collection 0600 Mechanical collection 1000 Post-exercise milking 1400 Freestyle masturbation--with TEAM EFFORT 1800 Delayed-response collection 2200 Evening sample collection Team members are responsible for getting proper rest and food intake. Alcohol and tobacco are strictly forbidden, and there is to be ABSOLUTELY NO unauthorized masturbation or other sexual activity without the consent of management." That last warning was a stern one: at a final market value of over $5000, the seven boys' daily cum supply was not something he wanted anyone tampering with. As they were undressing for bed the doors opened and the now-familiar sound of the wheeled trolley with the box of clinking beakers entered the room, with Joey and Mr. Stevens behind it. Tyler, Rick, Andy, Chad Brian, Will, and Curt all turned dutifully over and got on their hands and knees, ready to provide their bosses with the evening sample. They raised their asses high in the air, with their cocks and smooth balls dangling beneath them, and it was a sight that brought joy to Stevens' eyes. Soon the exquisite, awe-inspiring sound of seven young studs getting hard and cumming filled the room. As he and Joey moved down the line as they had last night, jerking the boys off into the beakers with a good night finger up their tight young asses, Stevens thought for sure that, for a moment, he deserved to feel like he had practically invented capitalism. End of Part II Thanks for reading. Comments are always welcome.

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Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 19:55:09 -0400 From: Robert Spencer Subject: BETTING IT ALL, PART 3 - THE DOUBLE DEAL Jeff sat at my computer desk, a cigar between his teeth. He was naked, as he usually preferred to be when he was home. We'd been sharing my new condo for a little over two months and the days he had worn clothes were few and far between. So I'd become accustomed to seeing his fat bearish body strolling around my home as if he owned the place and everything in it. Which in fact he did, including me. It all began a little over one year ago when we had made a fun bet over some games. I had lost the wager and Jeff through some trickery and my own enjoyment had made me his personal slave. Being a bit sexually adventurous, I went along willingly with his bet that became a form of sexual servitude. Things began slowly with me orally serving Jeff several times each week. The acts eventually progressed until Jeff surprisingly gave me a choice. He volunteered to end our bet and let me go free. But secretly he had trained me well enough that I discovered a new side to myself. I now wanted to be dominated by another man, and I needed his cock just as much as he needed me as his slave. It was my choice and I chose to dump my girlfriend Laura and completely give myself to Jeff and what he liked to call "Cock Worship". Jeff and I are both in our early thirties. We met back in high school and since then he's watched me score with lots of women. I'm thin and athletic have a quick wit and a way with the ladies. Jeff on the other hand is fat, bald, and prefers watching porn than trying to score with real women. In thirty-one years he'd never been laid or blown. Then our bet came along and I did what I was told. For the first time in his life Jeff was privy to plenty of gratification whenever we wanted it, which was often. Jeff loved my sexual servitude and basically wanted me at his beck-and-call 24-7. All things considered, Jeff was a very smart man and he got what he wanted, I gave myself completely to him. Over the past seven months I had gradually encouraged Jeff to take more and more control of my life. None of our friends had any clue what was occuring because in public we acted the same. However, once we were alone in my condo Jeff became my complete Master. I was his to use. Almost every day I would suck his cock, and sometimes afterwards he would fuck me in the ass. I would cook and clean and sometimes wear a collar or leash. It was also my responsibility to work and use my money to pay for the bills. Jeff had "better things" to do with his money. At night, Jeff would have me bathe and massage him and pamper him as often as possible. He would punish me as he saw fit whenever I did not meet his expectations. Sometimes I would be forced to sleep on the floor, other times I would eat my food from a dog bowl, and sometimes I would have to stoop so low as to kneel next to the toilet and wipe Jeff when he was finished. There was no level that my submissive side wouldn't take me to. A few times at the beginning of our arrangement Jeff would ask, "Mitch, is this OK with you?" But my submissive side had grown so much that I always said, "Yes." No matter how degrading I just loved it more and more. Jeff eventually grew into the role that I wanted...and needed...and he stopped wasting his time asking. Sitting at my computer, Jeff had been working on some business letters when my ex-girlfriend Laura had called. "Hey Laura. Sure I think next Saturday will work just fine for me. I'll look forward to seeing you." He had been casually seeing Laura for the past few weeks. She was his first real girlfriend, and the kicker was that she used to be mine. Jeff had made me choose between her and him. I chose Jeff and a few weeks later he asked Laura to accompany him to a wedding. It drove me crazy that he was probably fucking my ex-girlfriend, and yet I just couldn't bring myself to end this situation. Jeff hung up the phone, typed for a few more seconds and then said. "Looks like Laura and I are going out with some of hers and yours old friends next weekend. Kind of a couple thing. Is that OK with you, Mitch?" He looked down at me as he asked the question. I was naked and on my knees in front of Jeff. It was my usual spot, with my head between his legs and his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I stopped my duty for a moment and looked up, "I don't see why you made me dump her. I promised you that I'd keep going with our bet." He glared at me. "Did I tell you to take my cock out of your mouth?" Before I could respond he guided my head back down and I engulfed his rod which was starting to get much harder. He put one hand on the back of my head and held me in place. "Remember Mitch. I gave you a choice. You said you wanted my cock. Well if that's what you want, then you need to know that I don't share. Ever. Besides, I really needed a girlfriend...and Laura's working out well. She doesn't even mind not coming over here...I guess she's still disappointed that you dumped her." Jeff tried to keep typing but the mood had left him. "Fuck Mitch, you're sucking me off so good now I can't even keep my mind on my work." He reclined back in my desk chair and smoked his cigar while I continued lavishing his cock. After a few minutes my pace quickened and his balls started growing tight. Jeff stood up and began to fuck my face -- hard. "You want my load don't you Mitch? Even after everything that's happened! You want to swallow it, right?" This time I didn't remove him from my mouth; I simply mumbled a reply. "Good boy. Well get ready because here it comes!" Jeff pulled me off his cock while he grabbed it with one of his meaty hands. He pumped several times on his length. "Open your mouth, I want to give you a present." I did as I was told and accepted the hot juice that he began squirting into me. Jeff kept pumping and several of his shots missed my mouth and sprayed onto my face. The one thing about a large man like Jeff was that he always had a large load to unleash. His balls must have worked overtime after all those long years with no sex. "Swallow it!" Jeff said as he towered above me. I swallowed his scorching load and opened my mouth for more. Jeff stood over me and rolled his spent dripping tool along my face. "I love this. I love having my own personal slave! Who would have thought that after all your years of pussy you were just going to end up on your knees with me rolling my fat cock on your face. What do you think?" I looked up at him with my creamy face. "I'll do what you ask me to do." Jeff smiled. He sat back down in my chair, grabbed his cigar, and started typing again. "Good. Then get over here and put my cock back in your mouth. I've got another hour of work to finish up." The following Saturday Jeff was relaxing before preparing for his night out with Laura and their friends. He lay in the bathtub talking on the phone. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jeff said. Hot water and bubbles surrounded him as he lay back. I was on my knees next to the tub in case he needed something. Jeff laughed as he talked to his friend Wayne. Jeff and Wayne were drinking pals who used to work together. They had a big love of porn and often shared videotapes. "Ha! Is it any good? Then I've got to see it! Me? Just sitting here in my tub." "My tub," I said. Jeff merely looked at me. "Yeah that was Mitch." He paused for a minute listening. "Oh yeah. Sucked me off this morning." I still hadn't got used to this part. With our original bet Jeff had agreed not to tell any of our friends. But since our bet had changed and I had willingly accepted Jeff's cock, he had made some modifications. Our regular friends still had no clue what was going on. As far as they knew, Jeff had just moved in to my place to help save up some money. But, since Wayne only hung around Jeff and no one else, Jeff shared all the information about my servitude with him. Once he knew about my situation, whenever Wayne would come over he'd often brazenly say things to me like, "So boy, you swallow today or take it on the face?" Wayne was a real asshole. He was as much of a redneck as there ever was. He was almost ten years older than Jeff and I. Usually he'd call me "boy" just to make sure I knew that he was older and partially because he was just amazed at the role Jeff had me in. The bottom line was that Wayne knew my job in computers was more solid and rewarding than any career he'd ever had. When Wayne managed to hold a job it was usually as a janitor. But since he drank heavily and often smoked marijuana, and rarely showered, he didn't hold jobs for long amounts of time. He was the kind of guy who I wouldn't want within ten miles of my place, but because he and Jeff drank together and exchanged porn tapes, Jeff would usually have him over every couple of weeks. Jeff hung up the phone and looked over at me. "Wayne's coming over in a few minutes." Since Jeff had taken free reign of my place he didn't ask for my permission. Jeff began draining the water and stood up out of the tub. "Towel." I took the towel and began drying Jeff off. "Does Wayne have to come over tonight?" I asked. Jeff held out his arms as I continued my work. "Yes. He's going to drop off a new Ashlyn Gere tape and a couple others that I want to see. Is that a problem?" "Yes. You'll be going out with Laura and then I'll end up stuck here with him. The guy never knows when to leave." I started drying Jeff's balls and then his legs. "I just don't like the guy, he's kind of," I paused for a moment trying to be as delicate as possible. "White trash." Jeff let me continue. "He doesn't really bathe much, and besides he smokes so much that when you're both here this place reeks of smoke. I mean your cigars are one thing, but it seems like when you guys are together I spend most of the next day just cleaning up the mess and airing this place out. Just promise me that when you leave tonight you take him with you." Jeff walked into the bedroom. "I'll keep it in mind," was all he said. Wayne came over an hour later and was in rare form. He of course brought the porn tapes and then proceeded to "borrow" some beer from our fridge. As he sat on my couch I took a moment to look him over. He'd forgotten to shave, shower, or even pretend to make an effort. His long greasy hair and mustache made him look like a reject from a bad porn movie from the 70's. He and Jeff traded some stories and jokes for a while before Jeff finally said, "Well, I've got a few minutes before I have to leave. We going to watch one of these tapes?" Wayne said, "Sure thing. Have the house boy plop them in the old VCR." And, as Jeff handed me the tapes Wayne added, "And while you're up, grab me another beer, boy." I started the movie and did as I was told. Wayne smiled because he could see how much his condescending tone annoyed me. Jeff had warned me on numerous occasions that I wore my emotions on my sleeve, but it was just something I wasn't good at hiding. As the first few scenes ended Wayne looked over at Jeff and said. "So Mitch blow you after I called?" Jeff chuckled. "No we didn't really have time. Besides, I'm going out tonight with Laura so she may handle that end." Wayne laughed and then looked at me. "Isn't that your old girlfriend dude?" I nodded. "Man, that is fucked up!" He patted Jeff on the arm. "You hit a fucking freak of nature when you managed to sucker Mitchy into this whole servitude deal." Jeff laughed, "Don't I know it." He paused and then said, "I'm starting to think I should have gotten that BJ earlier afterall. I mean we're going out and then to some of her friend's houses. I may not get any action tonight and after watching these bitches on the tape I'm rock solid." Wayne lit up a fresh smoke and said, "Well go ahead. It's not like I don't already know about it. If you wanna blow a load. Don't let me stop you." This caught me off guard. As many times as I'd sucked Jeff's cock, there had never been any witnesses. I looked to Jeff as he stood up and started carefully untucking his shirt and pulling down his pants. "Mitch, get naked, it's time for some cock worship." With Wayne present I went slower than usual, but I managed to strip down and work my way over to Jeff. I took him into my mouth aware that Wayne spent more time watching me than the hot chicks on my television. Jeff sat back and enjoyed my work while Wayne who was sitting right next to him on the couch clapped his hands and joked, "That's right boy you suck that cock!" A few minutes later Jeff was ready to cum. "Oh yeah," he moaned. "You need to take it all, I can't get any on my clothes." And that suddenly Jeff was filling my mouth up with his cum. He leaned back with his last groan and got a few final drops out. "Whew! That was just what I needed." The living room was quiet for a few moments before Jeff stood up and started dressing. He looked over at Wayne, "Ok man. We have to get out of here so I can go pick up Laura." I was walking over to get my clothes when Wayne started talking. "Well you have to go. I was hoping I could stick around for a while longer...you know as your GUEST." The way he emphasized the last word made my stomach do a nervous cringe. I looked back at Wayne and his eager expression said it all. I felt my stomach tighten again. "I don't think so. Whatever you have in mind you can just forget it." Wayne looked over at Jeff. "Come on man, don't have him leave me hanging. You won't even be here, Mitch'll need something to do." The next few seconds seemed like they took an eternity to unfold. I was shocked because I could actually see Jeff thinking it all over. He was considering turning me over to this dirtball! Jeff walked over and put on his jacket. He checked his wallet and grabbed his keys. Wayne got up and stretched and then waited. "Well dude, what do ya say?" Jeff looked across the room at me and then turned to Wayne. "Normally I would have said no. But, I've kind of been running out of new punishments for Mitch lately. I think he could use a break from me." He then turned to me and said, "Besides Mitch, you were kind of rude earlier when you told me Wayne was white trash. So I think you owe it to him." Wayne looked to Jeff. "He called me white trash?" "Yeah. So I figure he can suck your cock and everyone will be even." I attempted to get out of it. "But Jeff, didn't you tell me that you didn't share, ever?" Jeff looked at Wayne and gave him a wink. "Well Wayne's my friend and friends share what friends have." Wayne stood up. "Sounds good to me." Jeff opened the door and left my condo. Wayne and I were alone. An hour later, the only light in the living room came from the TV and the next porn movie of the night. Wayne had drank a couple more beers. We had sat in silence through the movie and I could tell he was just making me nervous for what would inevitably happen. Finally, he looked over at me and said, "Boy, I just can't wait anymore." "Oh yeah!" Wayne was chuckling at me as he ordered me to remove his clothes. He stood naked before me. I could see he was still dirty and sweaty from work but his body was much harder and more defined than I would have imagined. Years of manual labor had at least paid off in some positive areas. It was a new experience for me serving another man and I might normally have enjoyed it...but this was Wayne. By the time I removed his pants we were both completely naked. His cock was huge. A considerable nine inches, hanging long. I know my eyes betrayed me when I stared too long at his slowly stiffening girth. "On your knees boy!" Wayne said as he looked at me with his lousy shit-eating grin. Unlike Jeff, I definately did not want to service Wayne, however he truly understood how to be a dominant force. With a strong arm he pushed me down to the floor and onto my knees in front of him. "That's right," he said greedily. "Now get busy." Jeff's was the only cock I had ever handled, and with Wayne I could tell I was in way over my head. However I didn't have any time to think things over because Wayne forcibly grabbed his cock and thrust it deep into my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah!" He groaned as my warm mouth took it in. I slowly began working his shaft, but he made it clear that this wasn't working. "Don't fuck around with me Mitch! Suck that cock like you want to suck it! Or else I'll find something else to kee us busy!" Wayne's cock got incredibly hard as he gave me the order, it was clear he loved the situation. I could feel the veins bulging out on it. He worked my mouth rough while his huge balls would swing forward and smack me on the chin. I just knew that when all was said and done he was really going to unleash quite a load on me. I continued sucking as Wayne began pumping hard into my mouth. He was eager to get his rocks off. Soon after he let out a roar and tightened his grip in my hair. "Here it comes boy!" As the words were spoken I felt a powerful blast of juice squirt from him into my mouth. It was more bitter than I was used to and I instinctively pulled back. "Oh no," Wayne said. He pushed deeper into my mouth forcibly holding me on his cock. "You swallow that load." I did as I was told and looked up at Wayne. He glanced at his watch and said, "Gee Jeff may have your old girlfriend in a similar postion right about now." He flexed his cock and dispelled the last of his cum into me. "I bet you loved how that bet started and now you're on your knees with my cum in your mouth." Wayne jiggled his shaft squeaking the last drops out. "I love how life can throw you a curve ball." Several hours passed and I kept my eye on Wayne the whole time. He was downing beers pretty steadily and he kept glancing at me and just giving me his patented smile. Still after the BJ, the night went smoothly enough. Wayne smoked a joint watched some more porn and was being uncharacteristically quiet. By the third movie he had fallen asleep on the couch. I was pretty tired too so I quietly got up and walked into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth thoroughly because I could still taste Wayne's foul load. As I was in the bathroom I heard the phone ring. I couldn't tell if the machine had picked up or not, but I just prayed that Wayne wasn't awoken. Of course, the way my night was going why should my luck suddenly change? I had just finished washing my face when the bathroom door opened up. I looked over my shoulder to see Wayne, still naked, enter and close the door behind him. "Hey there Mitch," he said. "I hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you. That was Jeff on the phone." "What did he want?" Wayne smiled as he approached. "Oh he wanted to know if you were showing me a good time." "What did you tell him?" "I said you did...and you would be in a few minutes." "I would be?" I could see that his cock was starting to show renewed signs of life in fact it quickly rose up and pointed straight at me. "Of course, you didn't think one blowjob was going to satisfy me did you?" With that he stood a few inches from me. "Where's Jeff keep the lube?" Wayne asked. "Don't even think it." I said. This made Wayne chuckle. "Dude, Jeff already said it was OK. I'd let you call him but he's probably fucking your ex-girlfriend right about now. Now where's the lube? Or are you telling me you want it rough!" There was no way I could outpower Wayne. I submitted again and pointed to the cupboard drawer. Wayne opened it, pulled out the K-Y, and began greasing up his rock solid dick. "I've been waiting for this all night. Been a long time since I did me any fucking. Turn around." I hesitated, thinking if there were any options left for me. Wayne must have read my mind. "Trust me, you want this. Nobody just lets himself be treated like this. Stop kidding yourself, Mitch. I've seen you look at me when I come over. And I sure as hell felt the way you sucked my cock. You were pulling that cum out of me! Don't deny it, you wanted to taste my load. It's probably what turns you on. That a guy you're repulsed by can come over here and have his way with you and there's nothing you can do about it. Face it, you want me to fuck you." The words hit home and I decided he was right. How many men would succumb to all of this for a simple bet? None. In my heart I knew I secretly loved this lifestyle, I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I paused for a moment and then simply gave in. I turned around. Wayne came up behind me. "Good boy." I could smell the beer and cigarettes on him as he breathed over my shoulder. One of his hands began rubbing lube in my ass and I felt his fingers lead the way. He leaned me forward and entered my ass. Up until this point Jeff had been the only person to fuck me. But, as eager as I thought Jeff was, Wayne obviously hadn't had a fuck in years! His thrusts were long and powerful. I couldn't believe the sheer girth of his huge cock as it spread my asshole wide. His strong hands were clenching on my hips as he had his way with me, gripping tighter with each push. "Ok, I'm giving you a choice Mitch," Wayne said. "I can keep going easy like this or else I can show you what a real man fucks like. What do you want?" I was silent as he rocked me back and forth. Suddenly, Wayne reached down and grabbed my cock. It was solid as a rock. "See, I knew this shit turned you on," he said. "Just imagine, Jeff's probably got your gal bent over now and is fucking her the same way. You're obviously not getting any pussy anytime soon you fucking cock-hound! What do you want! I want to fucking hear you say it!" It only took me a moment. I looked over my shoulder into Wayne's eyes and said, "Wayne, if you can, fuck me like a man!" Wayne didn't need to hear it twice. He released my cock and began pounding my ass like there was no tomorrow. His cock rammed deep into me. As he thrust one hand went to my shoulder and bent me down lower. The other hand began smacking my ass -- hard. "Oh fuck yeah! Jeff was right. You've got a great ass!" I began to help Wayne and our momentum was incredible. His nuts slapped against me as he continued delivering his monster fucking. Our bodies were covered with sweat. As the next few minutes went by the temperature in the bathroom was smoldering. My ass was really feeling the power of this fucking when Wayne finally said, "Ok boy! Here it comes." He pulled me as deep as he could and exploded inside of my ass. Long squirts of his cum launched into me as Wayne squeezed my hips tight and gasped for breath. He held me close for a while to be sure that every drop of his cum entered me. Finally he released me. "Thanks," I panted. "That was better than anything Jeff ever did." Wayne however gave me a stern look. "Oh no. This won't work, boy. We're not going to be all friendly now. Being all nice is not what you need." I didn't know what to say to this but before it mattered, Wayne continued. "I can't have you thinking I'm gay and we're gonna be all cuddling and kissing now," he said. "So let's try this, I have to go to the bathroom." I tried to step around Wayne but he reached out an arm to stop me. "Where are you going?" He asked. "Well I was going to leave so you could go," I said. Wayne smiled. "You don't understand." With that he motioned to the bathtub and pushed me towards it. "What are you doing?" I asked as he shoved me into the tub. Wayne pushed me down on my knees and I stared directly at his hard cock, still covered in his juices. "After that I can't have you thinking I'm a nice guy. So since you like being dominated so much, I'm sure you'll really get off on this." As soon as he said this a blast of piss came from his cock. He started at my head and began spraying his golden shower all over my body. The piss was incredible from all of the beer and it was steaming hot! I motioned for him to stop but Wayne didn't care, he was back to being a typical asshole. His long piss continued as he emptied his bladder all over me. The bathroom was strong with the smell urine, I would have gagged if I hadn't thought I would have drown in the shower. Finally, his spray began to slow down and I opened my eyes and looked at him. Wayne smiled. "There's a little left. Open your mouth." "No." Wayne laughed. "Look at you. You've had my cock in your mouth and ass tonight. I've fucked you. My cum is probably still dripping out of your ass. And guess what?" He paused waiting. "You loved every minute of it. You just love to be dominated and degraded. So what better way than to have a guy you can't stand piss in your mouth." I stared at him but didn't budge. Wayne reached down and jammed his cock against my face. "You know you want this Mitch. You're ready to handle me and Jeff both!" His stiff cock smacked me again in the face. "Prove it to me now. Open your mouth boy because I'm going to piss in it." I was ready to progress to a new level of submission that months ago I would have thought was impossible. I did as I was told and accepted the bitter salty juice from Wayne's rod. I swallowed what I was given and just watched as this dirty muscular redneck emptied the remains of his urine into me. Piss streamed into my mouth and down the sides of my face. When he finished Wayne looked down at me. "Mitch, this is going to be fun." "What do you mean?" I asked as I tried to ignore the taste in my mouth. Wayne washed his hands and looked over at me. "Well I can see you totally get off on all of this abuse, so I'll be glad to come over regularly and treat you to my cock...and then treat you as my toilet. Do you have a problem with that?" Lying would have made no difference, and I had little dignity left. "No," I said. Wayne laughed. "I didn't think you would. And trust me, I'm just the guy you want. My ex-wife said I was all about domination. I'll give you all that you want...and then some. Why don't you stay in here and soak my piss up for a bit. And I don't want to hear any showering either!" He opened the bathroom door and walked out to the living room, leaving me behind, covered in his piss. I couldn't believe the levels I had dropped to. Surprisingly, as I looked down I noticed that I had an enormous erection. Wayne was right, through all of the humiliation and disgust this had still been one of the greatest nights of my life. I remained in the bathtub for hours. Wayne came in a few more times and doused me with his steaming hot piss. I actually began to enjoy it because it allowed my freezing body a few seconds of warmth. Just when I was ready for his next visit, the bathroom door opened and I was surprised to see Jeff enter. "Holy shit! Look at you!" Jeff said. I smiled, "Yeah, you leave me alone with him and look what happened." "Damn, Wayne told me about it...but I had to see it with my own eyes. Mitch I just can't fucking believe you do this." I smiled. "Sometimes I can't either. How was your night?" Jeff smiled back. "Good. Good." He looked at me to see if I would ask about Laura. "Did you...?" He nodded. "Oh yeah. She fucked my brains out. In fact, I may be too sore to even work anything out with you for a day or two." I took in what he said and realized that now I was competing with my ex-girlfriend for the sexual servitude of my best friend. "She may even suck a better dick than you Mitch." Jeff stepped closer and unzipped his pants. He removed his cock and turned towards me. "Don't worry though, you're not quite out of a job yet." I was puzzled by this. "What?" I asked. Jeff made the same smile he'd made the first time I'd gone down on him. "Wayne said you loved this so I thought I'd give you a second helping." It then dawned on me what was going to happen. "Well Jeff, we're friends. It was different with Wayne, besides I --" Jeff paid no attention. He held me in place and began covering me with his piss. All he said was "Stop me if you want." His spray was incredibly long and doubly hot even for the sizable man that he was. I could tell as Jeff unleashed on me that he loved every minute of my degradation and although I futilely held up a hand, I let him finish. As soon as he left the bathroom I began to masturbate. My cock was so hard that I just couldn't help myself. I began stroking it and a few seconds later had the most intense orgasm that I'd ever had in my life. It was an orgasm that no amount of women or pussy could give me. I achieved this feeling from betting-it-all. TO BE CONTINUED???????? LET ME KNOW IF YOU'D LIKE TO READ MORE. RUNNER2K99@HOTMAIL.COM

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Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2021 00:23:39 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 15 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 15 "Relax," John said. "Do you trust me?" "Yes�" Andrew replied slowly as he tried to make sure he did. Of course he did, but what was John doing now? Andrew was suddenly much more aware of his surroundings. He could feel the cuffs around his wrists, snugly tight but not painful. He could feel the water from the sink starting to soak through his shorts as he lay upon it. His upper body was under the faucet neither of them had used earlier, so at least his sweatshirt wasn't getting wet. Speaking of faucets, they were high like kitchen designs, so he was easily able to lay under it�and probably still could even if he weighed half again more than he did. The slab itself seemed oddly warm now that he thought about it, but that was probably because he expected it to be cold like so many hard surfaces. It was most likely just room temperature and he was still a little chilly from being outside after the sun had gone down. It was odd to think he was literally laying in a sink, but it was such a sleek and shallow design that it just felt like a concrete slab. Probably because it actually was a concrete slab, he laughed to himself. The only real heat that he felt emanated from John's body as he stood over him. "Good boy." John assured him as he leaned back down to make out with Andrew again. This time, there was a little more teasing involved as John would sometimes pull back, making Andrew strain upwards to keep from breaking the kiss. Andrew used his tongue even more than usual to make up for his lack of control. John's right hand rubbed his stomach and chest under his shirt until Andrew could feel him working both his t-shirt and his hoodie upwards, exposing more and more of his midriff. When John had finally pulled it up as far as his neck, he broke their lip lock. He pulled the hem up like he was peeling a grape, and when he had pulled it up enough to cover Andrew's face with it, he left it there and started kissing Andrew's chest. With his hands secured above his head and now unable to see, the feelings John produced on his body were coming through loud and clear. Every touch, breath, and swipe of the tongue was amplified as John worked his way slowly down. He was clearly in no rush and enjoying every long minute of Andrew's expectant tension. John continued working down, spending a little extra time on Andrew's somewhat ticklish belly button, and happily making him squirm. He finally resumed his downward progress, licking and sucking little spots of Andrew's lower abdomen. He continued to work as he ran into the shorts, intermittently running his tongue and fingers under the waistband. Andrew was hard as a rock through all this, of course, so he knew what was going to happen next. John's breath backed away from his stomach and Andrew readied himself to lift his hips so John could more easily pull his shorts down after he opened the button and zipper. 'Come on, John,' he silently begged, 'hurry it up before I explode!' But it wasn't fingers on his button that he felt next as his ankles were suddenly clipped together with another set of the cuffs and he heard/felt John fumble with something under the slab on which Andrew lay. A moment later, he heard the same clicking noise he had heard earlier as John clipped the ankle cuffs strap to the wall just as he had done with Andrew's wrists. Now he was stretched out full length and could do nothing. With his shirt over his face, he couldn't even see to know if he wanted to. The anxiety was building inside him as he lay there and nothing happened for a few minutes. They seemed to stretch on forever and still nothing happened. He tried to be patient, but he could feel his breaths getting shallower and quicker. How long was John going to keep him here like this? He was on the verge of a panic attack before he finally felt John grab the front of his shorts. John unhooked the button, slowly slid down the zipper, and then Andrew felt John's hands on either side of his waist as he grabbed the waistband and excruciatingly slowly pulled his shorts down, down�what was taking him so long?�down, down until they were bunched up around the cuffs by his feet. It seemed like several more minutes of suspended torture before Andrew finally felt John's warm breath on his rigid pole. Just his breath, blowing hot and moist over his shaft as he breathed. 'What is he doing down there?' Andrew whimpered on the inside. 'Get on with it already!' He suddenly twitched involuntarily as the very tip of John's tongue finally made contact with his flesh at the exact spot where the bottom of his shaft met his ball sac. Ever so slowly, the sloppy tongue traced the underside of Andrew's dick from the bottom to the top, where it lightly flicked at the piss slit. Before it even registered to Andrew that he had broken contact, John's tongue was back at the bottom working its way up again at the snail's pace John was stuck in. Flick! For a third time, that luscious tongue slid up his member and flicked off the top. Andrew whimpered with frustration. He was rewarded with a small peck of a kiss at the very tip of his cockhead. His dick jerked so strongly at the tentative touch that it forced its way into John's mouth. John obligingly clamped his lips around Andrew's cockhead and went back to flicking his tongue over Andrew's piss slit. Over and over, John licked and flicked the very tip of Andrew's prong, making him squirm and try to thrust his hips to get more of his rod into that hot wet space. But John had other ideas, and held him down with his forearms so he couldn't buck his hips effectively. "Mmmmmm�" John hummed over his pole, sending vibrations running down the shaft and directly into his balls. It didn't take long before Andrew was right at the brink of shooting from that trick when John suddenly let his straining cock free and moved back far enough that not even his breath caressed Andrew's pole anymore. His hands caressed Andrew's stomach and balls and even tugged just a little at the very base of his dick. He didn't get any softer, but he felt the urgency to shoot rapidly die away. John waited for maybe fifteen (very long) seconds before he lowered his mouth again to engulf the turgid head of his lover's cock. John picked up right where he had left off with his lips sealed around the flange and his tongue caressing, flicking, and teasing the cockhead in his mouth. The humming was held back at this point, but soon he introduced something else: honest-to-god sucking. Andrew yelped in surprise at the sensation. He was no stranger to blow jobs, but he had never had anyone actually really suck his dick before. Or if he had, it was certainly not like this! John somehow managed to create a vacuum in his mouth that felt like he was using Andrew's cock like a straw to pull the cum out of the lowest recesses of his balls. "Oh, Jesus!" Andrew cried out. "Shit!" John was just about to succeed at pulling out that load, when he stopped cold turkey. Again. Andrew was reeling from this on-and-off manipulation. He was gasping for breath at his urgent need to finish even while the boiling surge inside him subsided again to a simmer. This time, the wait wasn't near as long before John went back to work. This time, he grasped Andrew's cock between his thumb and forefinger. Starting at the bottom, he squeezed upwards until he reached the ridge of the cockhead, then he loosened his grip and slid his hand back down. He repeated this several times before he paused with his fingers at the base. Andrew could feel John's hot breath again moments before he licked and sucked the very tip of his dick. "You have the best tasting pre-cum ever," John proclaimed. "You have to try it sometime! Not now, obviously, but sometime..." He went back to jacking Andrew off, gradually picking up the pace and adding fingers until he was seriously stroking the purple cock before him with his entire fist. His grip was not loose, but it wasn't strangling either: the perfect pressure to coax Andrew to shoot. Again, John seemed to know just when Andrew was about to peak, because he suddenly let go completely. Andrew was so hard that it didn't even fall back and hit him on the stomach. It ached with need. John gave it a moment, and then gripped the base with his thumb and forefinger again before leaning down to kiss the cock that he had primed for release. The kiss grew to swallow the head and his lips again sealed it in its warmth around the flange. This time, however, he started sucking again almost right away while his fingers resumed stroking the remaining shaft from balls to head. Soon, those fingers moved down to Andrew's raging balls, where they pulled and caressed the sac as his mouth slid ever lower down Andrew's pole. His pace increased in response to Andrew's incoherent moans and gasps until John was practically face fucking himself with Andrew's cock. Then he started to hum again. Andrew's covered eyes rolled back in his head as that finally triggered the monster orgasm that had threatened several times earlier. "Ahhhhh!" Andrew bellowed. "I'm coming!!!" John dove to the base once more, humming all the while, before pulling off Andrew's rod as if he was going to abort it yet again. His fist picked up where his mouth had left off for a few more quick, long strokes while Andrew's load made its way rapidly to its release. John opened his hand flat and pressed down around the base of Andrew's cock just as the first volley shot out. Andrew was on a delirious high and couldn't think straight by now, as he shot load after load after load from his spewing dick. He could feel the hot splatters on his skin as they landed on him. This was his third load of the day, but apparently he was still not completely out of nut juice. It felt like he was completely covered, but surely he was imagining it due to his deprived senses. "Oh my god, John�" Andrew started, "That was�" He cut himself off with a gasp as John had once more sucked his cock into his mouth. Still hard and super sensitive, Andrew gritted his teeth as John slowly pulled back, taking care to lick Andrew's tool completely clean as he went. That accomplished, John proceeded to lick all over Andrew's body from his knees to his crotch and then from his chest downwards, circling around the base itself, and finishing just above his pubes. "Oh, John," Andrew began again as he was momentarily blinded again by the bright light panels in the ceiling as John peeled his shirts down. "I've never�" John's mouth was suddenly on his and Andrew gave up trying to talk for the sake of a deep kiss, complete with all the tongue and�cum? John was sharing with him the load he had just shot moments before. He couldn't decide if he liked the taste, but it was an extremely hot moment. After several minutes, John stood up straight and gazed into his eyes. "So, what were you saying?" "I don't remember now. But damn that was hot!" "Yes, you were. You have no idea now, but hopefully you will soon." John reached above Andrew's head and unlatched the strap and took off the cuffs that had kept his hands stretched out. "Um, okay," Andrew replied as he brought his arms down. He discovered they were a little stiff and uncooperative after being held in place through all of that. John also released the lower strap as well as the cuffs around his ankles, and then whisked off Andrew's shorts, socks, and boots and dumped them in a heap on the floor. He gently swung Andrew up into a sitting position on the sink and gave him another kiss before enfolding him in his arms and held him there. "Thank you for letting me do that," John told him softly in his ear. "You're thanking ME? Thank YOU! That was amazing!" "I'm glad you enjoyed it�boyfriend!" "I really did," Andrew assured him. "I don't know how I'm going to repay you for that." "Don't worry about it. We both had a good time, and that's what matters." "Yes, sir!" John chuckled. "Good. Now let's get showers and head back to camp." "Sounds good, boss," chuckled Andrew. He leaned back a little bit so he could grab John's shirt and pull it off over his head. He almost wanted to pull it up and leave it covering John's face just he had done to Andrew, but decided to save that bit of "revenge" for later. He was too tired right now to go down that road. Having lost his shirt, John stepped back from the sink and over to one side so Andrew could get off the counter. Andrew promptly dropped to his knees and got to work untying John's boots. John used the opportunity to casually grab his phone from the counter. He made a couple sweeps on it and put it back before Andrew was finished. Then, while he was being relieved of his shorts, he stole a glance at the top corner of the mirror to make sure the red light was off again. Andrew stood up and peeled off his t-shirt and hoodie, tossed them onto the pile of his other dirty clothes, and followed John to the shower area after they retrieved their shampoo and other items. Andrew couldn't take his eyes off John's ass, but for once his dick was too spent to respond. No matter: it was as sexy as ever and Andrew would never tire of gazing at it. John turned on the water and adjusted the temperature as it warmed up. Once he was satisfied, he gestured to Andrew. "Don't be bashful," he said. "The water's fine!" Andrew stepped closer to be right beside John, but the showerhead still didn't spray wide enough to get him wet. As soon as he was there, though, John flipped a lever and the spray vanished to be replaced a moment later with soft rivulets of water flowing down from directly above. Had he noticed earlier there was a huge rainfall showerhead in the ceiling? He couldn't recall, but he was enjoying every minute of it now! They both got to work soaping each other up and scrubbing backs, but instead of a lusty affair like the last time at Andrew's house, this was much more sensual, with each of them simply enjoying the other's body as they washed each other clean. Once they were finished, they donned their clean clothes and straightened up the outhouse. They re-coiled the straps John had used and put them back in their under-counter cubbyholes, made sure there was no trash around, and swept the floor. Then they grabbed their things and headed outside. Once they stepped out of the bright outhouse into the dark of night, neither could see a thing, so they huddled together for a moment to let their eyes adjust. "I'm still amazed with this place," Andrew said, crooking his thumb over his shoulder to point at the outhouse. "I know it's just a bathroom, but I get the feeling there is still more to discover and will be for a long time to come." "Really? What makes you say that?" "I don't know, just a feeling." "Interesting!" "Like the rainfall showerhead: I would have sworn I saw everything last time, but I missed that. Not to mention those straps that you pulled out of thin air!" "I didn't pull them out of thin air!" John protested. "They were always there. I just like for things to not be obvious and everything to be out." "And those cuffs?" "They were in my pockets!" "Sure they were!" "Are you calling me a liar now?" "Hey, `if the shoe fits�'" "Well luckily for me, I'm telling the truth!" John declared. "Come on, let's go." They could only see vague outlines in the darkness, but made it to the stairs without mishap. The glowing paint made the steps surprisingly simple to negotiate. Andrew picked up where he left off. "You said you designed that outhouse, right?" "Guilty as charged." "So did you plan for that sink to be used that way?" "You mean specifically?" "Yes." "Yes," John confirmed. "That is one of the things I designed it to do. Did you notice that the counter was warm when you laid on it?" "I thought so, but I wasn't sure." "Well, it has radiant heat incorporated into it so it doesn't get too cold for someone to lay on." "I see," replied Andrew thoughtfully. "Are there other uses or features to it as well?" "Yes, there are, but before you ask, no: I won't tell you what they are." Andrew didn't have to see his face to know that he was wearing another of those mysterious smirks of his. "You will just have to come back and see." "It's like you have your own secret world, Willy Wonka." "Funny!" John chuckled. "Coop might appreciate some Oompa Loompa help around here." They reached the grassy strip and carefully descended down toward the alcove. "Okay, I won't lie; this is a little scary," Andrew confessed. "You get used to it, but it is much better when there are people already down there with a campfire going. I thought about leaving our dinner fire going, but the last think I need is to accidentally set the woods on fire." "Yeah, I recommend avoiding that if you can." "Whatever you say, Boy Scout!" Andrew groaned. "Are you ready to turn in now, or do we want to fire up the coals again?" John asked. "Oh no! I am exhausted! And I don't know how well I'm going to sleep in a hammock, either." "You'll be fine," John assured him. "In fact, I'd like to keep very close tabs on you tonight, if you're game." 'More puzzles? I'm too tired for this tonight,' Andrew thought. "What do you mean?" "Want to share a hammock? Mine works for two. I brought it just in case." "I'd love that as long as you are ready to get some sleep now." "Yeah, I'm good with that." "Well okay then! Do I need my sleeping bag?" "No, you should be fine in mine," chuckled John. They made their way through the dark to John's hammock, which he held steady for Andrew to climb into. 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Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2020 23:35:25 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 14 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 14 "You say I'll never guess, but it sounds like you want me to..." "Well, of course!" John laughed. "Gotta keep that big brain of yours active somehow!" "Fine," Andrew harumphed. "Well, it can't just be managing the camp if he had managed properties before." "Correct." "Being able to earn a living outside of the crunch of corporate America?" "That is a big part of it, yes," John confirmed. "Is it the restaurant part that stands out to him?" "Good guess, but no, that didn't turn out to be a big deal to him�except never having to worry about food or cooking again, of course." "Lucky bastard," Andrew laughed. "Hmmm..." With all the easy logical conclusions addressed, Andrew mulled it over for a while to see what more he could extrapolate. He ran through payroll deductions and tax withholdings no longer taken out of his paychecks. "Nope, that's not it," John told him. Same response for living out of town. Not carrying his family financially was also a big deal, but not what John was referring to. "His ex-wife had a fine job of her own and wanted nothing to do with him whatsoever, so she refused to give him a forwarding address or anything so he couldn't send her money if he wanted to. He still sets aside every cent he makes for his kids in case they need help from him at some point in the future, but he hasn't seen them yet." "Brutal!" breathed Andrew. "How old were they?" "Let's see," John said thoughtfully. "I want to say they were between eight and four, but I could be off by a little bit. I do know there are three of them: two boys with a girl between them." "Gotcha." Andrew couldn't think what else could be so profoundly different for Coop. He did, however, recognize that John was in the habit of giving him puzzles to solve that he may or may not have all the pieces of. He was still mystified what the key could be for and now he was supposed to guess Coop's big breakthrough to happiness? Sure, no problem... He replayed the conversation with Coop in his head. He hadn't recognized John at first because of his short hair, but that was more about John than Coop, so that couldn't be it. John hadn't let him know he was coming, so maybe he was reveling in being the big kahuna of the camp with underlings and such. That could possibly be why he didn't want to work for anyone else anymore. He suddenly remembered Coop mentioning someone named Duncan who had apparently been aware that John and he were there, but he couldn't remember seeing anyone. "So... Who is Duncan?" he asked John. "Duncan is what I would call a regular: he comes and stays at our camp pretty often. He likes to come up here and get out of town as much as possible. He enjoys getting out into nature and taking pictures of all the wildlife." "Well, there is a lot of that around here," Andrew noted. "Yes," laughed John. "Yes, there is!" "I haven't seen anyone though. How did he know we were here?" John thought quickly. He knew he was going to have to come clean soon about green-eyed Duncan stumbling into them at the clearing, but he didn't want to spook his new boyfriend into leaving before they'd even spent the night. He just wasn't sure how conservative-minded Andrew would react to the news that they had been watched�-let alone photographed! "Maybe he heard us driving in. This old girl isn't exactly a stealth machine, you know." "Yeah, I suppose that makes sense." John was actually disappointed that Andrew let it drop because keeping secrets always ate at John. He had held back telling Andrew more about this place and the people who were part of it for a few reasons. Yes, he had wanted to plant a seed of anticipation and mystery in Andrew, but he didn't want to start this relationship on the wrong foot with lies. John knew that was the quickest way to guarantee a failed relationship. Maybe he had been premature to ask for official boyfriend status, but he didn't want to lose Andrew. Of course, holding things back only sets the stage for that very thing. 'Tomorrow,' he assured himself. 'Right after breakfast I will tell him about Duncan. Hopefully he will forgive me for not telling him sooner...' Unaware of the turmoil in John's head, Andrew was still puzzling over Coop, but hadn't gotten any sudden revelation. John pulled the Jeep into the clearing again a bit before dusk. "Well, we made it back safely before dark!" John announced as if Andrew wouldn't notice. "So we did," laughed Andrew. "Now I'm going to grab a shirt-�it's starting to get cold out here." "Good call," John agreed as he followed Andrew down to the alcove. His dangling bits were cold too! He knew he would need to hurry to make dinner before it got dark, but he was sorely tempted to yank down Andrew's shorts and slide his cock inside that warm cavern again. Just thinking about it made his dick jump to half-mast. He managed to hold back, but if Andrew made even the slightest move that way, he would have lost that battle in a heartbeat. Andrew was too chilled after that bare-chested romp through the woods to be thinking along those lines though. He made a beeline for his duffle and pulled out a t-shirt and promptly added a hoodie once he had put it on. By the time he had turned around, John had pulled on some dry shorts and was crouched near the fire pit getting ready to light it. "Anything I can do to help?" Andrew asked him. "Yeah: could you get the stuff out for dinner?" "No problem." While he did that, John lit the tinder and coaxed it into a fire. By the time Andrew had found everything, the flames were burning merrily. "Thank you," John said. "Dinner isn't anything fancy tonight, just so you don't get your hopes dashed later." "I know: I was the one who bought the ingredients, if you remember." "Oh yeah, I forgot," John laughed. They made a decent little supper of spaghetti and green beans, which they finished cleaning up just as night finally fell. "Man, it has been a long day!" exclaimed Andrew with a sigh. "I'm beat." "Me too, actually. Ready to turn in?" "I feel like I shouldn't. I haven't gone to bed this early since I was eight." "It's totally up to you. I don't have anything specific planned, and we HAVE been going all day since early this morning," John observed. "You're right. My body is saying it's already been a long day and it's time to call it." "No evening shower?" "I'd say no due to the hike, but I also have to use the outhouse for its main purpose, so I might as well do that too." "It's not as far as you might think." "I hope not, because I'm not sure if I can make now that I'm thinking about it!" John laughed. "Well then, grab your gear and let's get started." John doused the fire and they both found their toiletries, towels, and a change of clothes and headed up the ramp to the stairs. Night had fallen swiftly over the camp, but the moon and stars provided enough light to see by-�barely. "How are we going to do this in the dark?" Andrew asked. "You will see," John chuckled. They made it to the top without falling off the side and Andrew let out a slow whistle. "No way!" "Yes way." The leading edge of every step was painted with a thin line of phosphorescent paint. Andrew had heard about this stuff, but had never seen it in person-�let alone on a scale like this! The paint didn't generate enough light to illuminate anything, but it made it easy to see where the steps themselves were. "You seriously have glow-in-the-dark steps out here?" "Obviously! My mom had to go down to the river to get us once because we stayed out too late, and we were still on the steps when it got dark. She was furious with us, but she learned firsthand how dangerous they could be at night. We had just finished them, so there wasn't a lot of money left in the fund for railings or lights, but then she had the revelation to use glow-in-the-dark paint. She started looking around for it, which wasn't easy. She did eventually find a company that made it and was looking for some way to promote it. She talked them into painting the steps in return for using them for their ad campaign, so it didn't cost us a thing. We have to re-paint it every three years or so to keep it up, but it's a cool feature." It is, though I'd hate to be the one to have to do it-�there are a lot of stairs here!" "That's why we do them in sections and cycle those at different times, so it's not so overwhelming. It was her favorite form of punishment for a while. We knew we were in serious trouble when she would tell us to load the paint in the car. The system still works that way, in fact." "I thought you said your family doesn't use the place anymore." "Well, not as much as I do, certainly, but they do come up sometimes. Almost everyone has moved away, so it's harder for them." "But they can't just load the paint up and send the kids out if they aren't here, can they?" "True. It has to be REALLY bad if they call to tell me the niblings earned a visit to the steps of shame, hahaha. Most of the time, Coop oversees it now." "Okay, now it makes sense. Sorry I'm so dense." "You aren't dense! You are one of the sharpest guys I know! I keep telling you stories with holes in them, that's all." "Holy stories?" "Yeah, like Swiss cheese tales, you dork. And behold your destination!" Andrew squinted into the trees to the right and could barely make out the roof of the outhouse. John led him into the shadowy gloom toward the door of the outhouse and pushed it open. Andrew walked in and was blinded by the brightness of the ceiling panels. But he had to go, so he stumbled his way to one of the stalls on the right to do his business. John apparently was of the same mind, because Andrew heard the other door open and close, though he was surprised it sounded so muted considering it was on the other side of the same wall. A few moments later, he heard it open and close again, but it didn't sound as quiet as before. He was so tired that maybe he was just confused. It wouldn't be the first time he imagined hearing things. He heard John`s voice clearly a moment later though. "I have a bit of a confession to make, Andrew." A knot instantly formed in his gut. Is this where it falls apart? "What's up?" "You had asked earlier how Duncan knew we were up here when you didn't see him." "Yeah?" he managed to croak out. Where was this going? "You remember fucking my brains out on the Jeep this morning?" "Of course I do!" Andrew replied as he cleaned himself up. "What do you remember after that?" Andrew flushed the toilet and went to wash his hands. "I think I fell asleep, didn't I?" "Yes, you did. For like fifteen minutes." "Oh man! I'm sorry! I didn't realize it was for so long!" "Don't worry about it, I was fine. Better than fine, actually," John assured him. "But shortly after you dropped off, I noticed someone was spying on us. That was Duncan." Andrew's hands froze for a second under the running faucet. "I should have told you right when you woke up, but I didn't want him to scare you off of our camping trip before we'd even spent the night. I'm sorry." Andrew took a deep breath. So this Duncan saw them on the Jeep. He had his cock buried in John's ass at that time, didn't he? Wait, what if he was there before they were finished too? "You're saying he saw me sleeping on top of you?" "Well, yes. He was behind us, so I'm sure he had a great view of your beautiful cock shoved up my butt." "How long was he there?" "I really have no idea besides I didn't notice him on the steps when we came up from the alcove." "So he could have seen more than just the aftermath." John took a deep breath. "Yes." "I see." Someone might have watched him drill John. Maybe even observed the good rimming he gave him before that. He didn't know this guy. What if�. No wait: who cares? He didn't know Duncan, so it wasn't like it would turn a relationship awkward or anything. He wasn't exactly thrilled with his own body, but he was kind of proud of what he done with and to John. What kind of a perv would watch strangers going at it in the woods? A perv like Andrew himself, he admitted. He would love to stumble across that scene, and no, he wouldn't leave until it was good and over. The hard part would not be joining in! John held his breath during the long pause that followed. "Are you mad?" While Andrew was doing mental gymnastics trying to decide if he was ok with this, he happened to glance down and see that his cock betrayed him. Apparently, his penis had decided it was super hot to be watched. Yes, it would, he agreed. "You okay over there?" John asked from the stall. "I think so," Andrew answered. A memory was trying to get his attention. What was it about Duncan that John had said? Oh yes: he liked taking pictures of wildlife. That would mean-� "Did Duncan have his camera with him?" John braced himself. "Yes, he did." Andrew looked in the mirror and watched his face go white, then red, then pale again. "I see." Pictures. Of him and John. Of him and John possibly having sex. What if Duncan posted them online or something? What if-�he stopped himself short again. He wanted to see those pics in the worst way. Yes, he was in them, but so was John! He would be able to see himself drilling John atop that old red Jeep. How hot would that be? His cock throbbed in response. Haven't you had enough today already? he thought savagely at his dick. Clearly not... John flushed, came out of his stall, and stood beside Andrew to wash his hands. He looked into Andrew's eyes through the mirror. "How are you feeling over there?" "Honestly? Kind of a headrush panic." John nodded and happened to look down to his plainly tenting shorts. "But also like I desperately want whatever pics he took of us." "Yeah?" John looked up into his eyes again with a happy twinkle in his. "You like the thought of pics of us doing dirty deeds?" "Actually, I like the thought of any pics of you in a compromising situation." "Oh really?" "Absolutely," Andrew assured him. "I think even if the pics had me in them, it couldn't detract from how sexy you are." "Well, I happen to feel the same way about you." He turned from looking in the reflection to directly into Andrew's eyes. "I think you are sexy as fuck." Andrew couldn't help but smile at the praise this hot man gave him. "In fact..." John trailed off as he grabbed his phone from his pocket. "I want a picture of you right now." Andrew blushed a bit, which John captured on his phone, much to his delight before swiping a couple times and putting his phone back in his shorts. "God, you're adorable," John said as he shot a super quick little glimpse to the top corner of the mirror to confirm a tiny red light was on. John leaned in and planted a firm kiss on Andrew's mouth before he reached one arm around his shoulders and the other around his waist, pulling him close. No sooner did Andrew feel himself melt into the embrace than he felt John lift him completely off the ground. John swung him sideways and up onto the shallow sink that was barely more than a back-angled shelf. Andrew didn't care as long as the kiss didn't end, and it didn't. John's hands stroked and explored Andrew's body as his tongue dove deep into Andrew's mouth. John's hands moved up and up, drawing Andrew's arms straight up over his head. Andrew let himself be mauled and manhandled while he reveled under John's touch. He moaned in his need to be close to this man, sharing everything. Without missing a beat, John subtly reached into one of his pockets and pulled out an open set of custom silicone cuffs. He stroked up Andrew's arms again and then quietly clipped them around Andrew's wrists. Andrew was so wrapped up in his tongue duel with John, he didn't notice. John continued to stroke Andrew's arms with one hand while his other reached under the sink and released the strap that had been coiled up there, pulling it through the cuffs and stretching it tight across the sink to clip into the wall directly under the mirror. Andrew's focus was snapped with that notable click. "What the--!" ********* 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, 12 Apr 2002 18:38:35 -0400 From: Robert Spencer Subject: BETTING IT ALL - PART 1 (AUTHORITARIAN) BETTING IT ALL PART 1 Jeff and I have been friends for years. You could not find two guys who are more different than we are. Jeff is 5'9", 250 pounds, pudgy, bald and bearded, quiet, and a big fan of sex and pornography. He may be a fan but he has little dating or sexual experience. I on the other hand am 5'11", 170 pounds, with blonde hair, a motor-mouth, with little interest in porn but big interests in dating and sex. For the past ten years, Jeff had been stuck listening to all of my stories about the numerous female conquests I've gathered up from college and work. Jeff would then usually comment that most of his evenings were spent jerking off while watching porno tapes. With my wit, it's easy to mock him about his lack of pussy. He's usually a pretty good sport about it. Once or twice a month Jeff will visit me for the weekend. Most of our time is spent watching hockey, going to the movies, or dueling at video games. This past January, Jeff was over and we decided to spend most of the snowy day playing video games. Now, aside from his lack of sex, Jeff is also pathetic when it comes to video games. I had managed to thrash him in every game that weekend. Trust me, they weren't even close! What started me on my way was the fact that Jeff is not a very good loser. And, being a typical guy, I had to send quite a bit of verbal mocking his way. Sometimes I think how differently things may have played out if I'd just shut my mouth but... "Ok wise guy," Jeff finally said, "Let's make a bet on who wins the next game." "Sure thing," I said. Jeff continued, "Fine. The winner gets to name their prize." We shook on it. My mind was already thinking money. "Good," I said laughing. "If I win I think I'll be adding $50 to my collection". "No problem," Jeff said. He took a long pause and added, "But if I win, you have to give me a blow job." "What!" I was shocked. A few times in my life the thought of sucking a guy's dick had crossed my mind but I was 100% into women! "That seems a bit extreme. Pick something else." He played it cool. "Hey, you shook on it. I didn't whine when you wanted $50. Seems to me you've got the safer end, I haven't won shit with this crappy controller all weekend. But if you're going to be a pussy about it." I never back down from a challenge so I added, "Oh no you don't! you're not patronizing me! Not on your life. Fine, your wager is accepted. Let's get this bet going." After all, I was riding a terrific unbeaten streak. Either the thought of what I had waged was on my mind or else the fates must have suddenly aligned against me, because fifteen minutes later...I LOST! So, there we were sitting in my living room. For the first time all-day I was silent. Jeff, however, had a smug grin on his face as he got up and closed the blinds to my windows and balcony door. As I sat on the floor, I was so stunned that I paid little attention as Jeff pulled off his shirt and began removing his shoes and socks. It was the sound of his zipper that snapped me out of my trance. Shocked I looked over to see Jeff slowly dropping his blue jeans around his ankles. He had a very hairy body with a fairly large beer belly hanging over his old and stretched-out jockey shorts. My eyes were caught somewhere between the large bulge in his shorts and that permanent smile that was plastered across his lips. "Ok," Jeff said. "I'm ready to collect on our bet." As he said this, Jeff stepped out of his jeans and pointed to the ever-growing bulge in his drawers. Staying low to the floor, I crawled over in front of Jeff. I was slow anbout it because I hoped that any second Jeff was going to say, "Gotcha! I was just kidding." The actual words that came out of his mouth were, "You'll need to remove those on your own." Pointing to his only remaining piece of clothing. There were butterflies in my stomach as I kneeled in front of Jeff. It was alot to take in. I never noticed how hairy and wide Jeff was until he towered over me almost completely nude. He bulging drawers were only inches from my face. "Come on Jeff, you sure you want this?" I was trying anything to get out of this bet. "I mean, with all the porn you watch. I know you're not gay. You don't want me to suck your cock." Jeff looked down at me and smiled. "Mitch, gay has nothing to do with it. I'm horny and I want my cock sucked. Now." I shakily reached up and began sliding his underwear off. I only got them a few inches down before his hard cock managed to get hooked on the strap. I adjusted the tension on the band and managed to get them down to his feet, thankfully without actually having to touch his member. The thought of his dick being in my mouth was a little more than I could fathom. I spent a long time looking down at the carpet and Jeff's feet. Unfortunately, Jeff didn't feel like backing out. When I looked forward, I was only inches from a thick bushel of dark pubic hair that was surrounding Jeff's enormous girth. It was rock solid and pointing due north about 8 inches. Like Jeff, it was fat! The head was pink and widening with each passing second. Underneath his cock were two monster balls hanging low. Long moments of silence passed. "Well," Jeff said. "You're not going to back out are you?" "No," I said quietly. "Good." Jeff's cock gave a couple eager twitches as he purposely tensed his muscles. It made him laugh as I jumped a bit back. Nervously I said, "But I've never given a blow job before." "I know," Jeff said. "I've had to listen to you brag about all the girls who've sucked your dick these past ten years. Over and over, that's all I'd hear. It pissed me off because the only action I was getting was when I jacked off. Well, this is my chance to shut you up, because my cock's going to be crammed in your mouth." He reached down with one hand and pointed his dick towards my mouth. "You're probably nervous so I'll help you out." With that, Jeff placed his other hand on the back of my head and directed me towards the tip of his fat cock. As I closed in I decided to simply accept my fate and open my mouth. I was amazed at how hot his rod was as it slid into my mouth. It was dry and tasted strange, but my mouth quickly added some natural moisture to the shaft. I slowly began moving my head forward and back. It slid a little deeper with each motion. With my eyes closed I could picture the tip of Jeff's dick sliding further and further down my throat. Jeff let go of the back of my head and instructed me to continue bobbing with the same rhythm. A few minutes passed and I could feel his rigid shaft now slick with my spit. The nervous tension was leaving me. I heard a moan and realized for the first time that Jeff was enjoying my work. I decided to open my eyes. I looked up and met his eyes. As Jeff stared down into my eyes he told me, "This is the first blow job I've ever gotten. I love the look of my cock in your mouth!" This really made me feel good. I suddenly decided to put a little more effort into my work. Our eyes remained locked as I began slurping on what I began to think of as a luscious tool. I pulled his shaft from my mouth and began pumping it hard with my hand. As I did this I leaned lower and began savagely licking at Jeff's huge nuts. I loved the feel of his balls as they rolled around on my tongue. His smell was deep and musky. I tried to breathe in as much of it as I could. Meanwhile, my hand continued pumping on his long hard length. Jeff was rocking forward harder with my motions. His belly occasionally slapping into me. "Mitch, get it back in your mouth." I released his rod and welcomed it back into my mouth. As I sucked, Jeff picked up his thrusting. He motioned my hands up into his thick chest hair and I massaged him as he pumped. The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was servicing Jeff. It was an incredible feeling to have the daily weight and stress gone and to simply pleasure my friend. "Oh god!" Jeff shouted. I removed him from my mouth and tugged on his shaft. "Feel like you're going to cum?" I asked. "Yes," Jeff managed as sweat poured from his bald head. "And I haven't jerked off in weeks, so if you don't put my cock back in your mouth I may shoot out your eye!" That was all I needed. I released his cock and immediately jammed it deep into my throat. I began sucking furiously as my hands massaged his wonderful sack. Jeff placed his hands on the sides of my head and began face-fucking me with renewed vigor. He was powerful! A few moments later his balls tightened and Jeff's hips gave a shudder forward. The next thing I knew a blast of hot juice squirted from the tip of his dick. A second and third shot followed and my mouth was filling up fast. Reflexively I moved to pull back but Jeff thrust both hands on the back of my head and moved his pole deeper into my mouth. "I want you to swallow it!" He groaned. I was not in a position to make any decisions. All I could do was take in all of the juice that Jeff sent my way. The sounds of my slurping must have really turned him on because he cock delivered more than I'd ever been capable of in all of my years of fucking. "That's right Mitch! Keep sucking every last drop right out of my cock!" I did as I was told. My face was buried against his hefty belly. As I continued to feel his tool shoot into me, I moved my hands to his ass and began squeezing tight. "Oh yeah!" Jeff shouted. "Keep sucking!" He has breathing like a marathon runner! His fingers tightening in my hair. I sucked on his cock pulling drops of cum from deep inside of him. The feeling was incredible! Jeff held my head fast on his cock. I could feel his slick tool slowly softening on my tongue. After another minute, Jeff let me go and slid his cock from me. He took a few steps backwards and collapsed onto my couch. His breathing was finally calming down and I could see sweat glistening all over his body. As I got up and moved over to a chair, Jeff reached over to the coffee table and lit up one of his cigars. "Hey not in here," I said. "You know I hate the smell of those in my apartment." "I know, but things are going to be a little different around here now," Jeff said taking a few healthy puffs. "What's that mean?" Jeff smiled. "Well for starters, I'm calling the shots!" "What's that mean?" "Any time you get the urge to brag about getting laid or feel the desire to put me down in front of the guys, just remember that you sucked my cock. It was a fair bet and I can tell anyone I want." I was shocked! This was not what I needed the other guys to know. "Don't worry though, I won't." He leaned back and blew out a long breath of smoke. "But when I come over, I get to smoke in your apartment. And maybe it'd be nice to have you wait on me too." "And..." Jeff looked at me with the cigar wedged around the most devilish smile I have ever seen. "Come on Mitch, it doesn't take a genius to figure this out. Any time I want, you're going to be sucking on my cock." "Wait a minute. I thought this was a one time bet?" The smile remained. "Well it was. But damn, you suck a great dick! I'd be stupid not to keep this going. Besides, I don't have to worry about going out and getting a girlfriend anytime soon. Plus, I won't feel like a loser the next time you brag to me. You can go and get all the pussy you want, go have your dick sucked by as many girls as you can." I was torn as Jeff continued his plan, with one bet I had awoken a greedy-nympho who was going to fullfil his sexual desires with me as his slave. "So remember, when we hang out you're the one who's going to be on his knees worshipping my cock!" Jeff looked triumphantly towards the ceiling and rolled the cigar around in his mouth savoring the taste. His free hand reached down and adjusted his slimy and spent tool. "Like now for example." "Now? But I just sucked you off a few minutes ago." The wicked selfish smile said it all. "Oh I know you did. But I've got some catching up to do. I've never had all that action you did. So now you can show me what I've been missing all these years. Crawl over here and take care of me for a few while more." Yes, I thought, it sure looked like things were going to be different. I crawled over and Jeff directed my mouth back to his slimey shaft. At his direction I began licking and swallowing the remnants of his earlier load. And no matter what I thought it all worked out to the same conclusion, some part of me wanted to be in this position...to service my friend. 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A Top's Transformation Chapter 5 "A Top's Transformation -- Chapter 5 " by Ryan Rizzler ryanrizzler@gmail.com ** No part of this story may be re-published elsewhere, either electronically or in print, unless advance permission is given in writing by the author. If you are enjoying this story, please make a donation to Nifty to help support this site. ** This is a true story about real situations and transitions in my life, although I have changed everyone's name, to respect their privacy. ** Dan had only sucked my cock a couple of minutes when, between gasps for air and my cock plunging into his mouth, he managed to get out "You ready to fuck?" WTF? With him being totally oral, I'd figured he was hoping I'd maybe forget what he'd agreed to. But it sounded almost like he was actually looking forward to it. Before I could answer, he stood up, turned around, and headed toward the bedroom. This was gonna be epic! As we rounded the doorway into the bedroom, Dan laughed and said something like, "I don't think introductions are necessary..." It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dim light in the bedroom. There, leaning back on his elbows, in the middle of the bed, was Mark! He was naked, stroking his cock, and looking a little stoned. On the bed next to him was some lube and a little brown bottle. Lying on the other side of him was a condom and...(gulp) that blue, jelly-like dildo of Dan's. I stopped myself from reacting when I saw it. To Mark I was a total top stud, who would never even think about bottoming for anyone. I didn't want him to know differently, so I needed to play it cool. I was a little shocked to see Mark like this or even see him there at all. I'd figured Dan had called me after he'd struck out with Mark. Man had I been wrong! All Mark said to acknowledge my entering the room was a sheepish "Hey...". I could tell he had been waiting for us the way he got up and kneeled on the bed when we walked in. Normally, I would have just taken control of the situation right then. But this was Dan's place. And since he had been nice enough to invite me over to join them, I thought I should probably lay back for the moment. Besides, I didn't know what they had in mind. Mark had never done a 3-way before, nor had he ever seemed interested in having one. He had always just been into having a bigger jock type guy like me fuck his hot little butt until he came. I was hoping that maybe they wanted me to fuck them both, or for Dan and I to tag team Mark's ass. But the conservative Mark I knew would have never gone for any of that. "Mark, are you sure you're up for this? "I said, accidentally slipping into "big bro" mode. Knowing Mark was messed up, I was trying to be a responsible guy. But my hand stroking my rock-hard cock was kind of betraying my half-hearted good intentions. Before Mark could reply, Dan said to Mark "Show him." It was an order, not a request, and the tone in Dan's voice was familiar... Mark didn't say a word. He just reached for the brown bottle beside him, raised it to his nose and inhaled. I was surprised, since this was the guy who usually didn't even drink. And yet he had so easily submitted to Dan's order As Mark did them, I said to him "I didn't know you did those. "Before tonight, he never had!" Dan gloated, never taking his eyes off Mark. I recognized the change in Dan's voice. This was the "other" Dan now. Mark laid the bottle back down and picked up the dildo. Raising up a bit from the kneeling position, he started playing with his hole with the head of the dildo. As much as he no doubt wanted it up his ass, he didn't go in. Instead he just teased his hole with the tip. I figured he was acting on Dan's orders not to go in. As many times as I had fucked this reserved, conservative kid, I never would have believed he would ever put on a slutty little show like this. Let alone that he would enjoy doing it. Which he clearly was. I broke the silence. "Mark, I didn't know you were into toys." "That's another thing he found out he liked, tonight!" Dan laughed, adding "When I started teasing his ass with it earlier." I was a little afraid Dan was going to throw in a comment about that dildo having been up my ass too. To my relief, he didn't. He was too into working Mark's mind. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Dan asked, already knowing the answer. Glancing down, Mark nodded, still a little embarrassed at admitting it. And maybe a little lost in how good his hole felt. "And you like us watching you like this, huh?" Dan taunted. Mark nodded again, this time a little less reluctantly. "And you want to get fucked, don't you?" I asked out sort of out of habit. I've taunted bottoms uestion many times before fu Mark nodded. This time without hesitation. "Yeah, I KNOW you do!" Dan chided, adding "But first tell him what you told me, earlier!" Mark's eyes suddenly opened wide and he looked a little alarmed. Apparently, he'd mentioned something earlier that he thought Dan had forgotten. Mark didn't say anything. He just kept stroking his cock and rubbing the head of the dildo against his hole. "You've already said it once. Say it again," Dan ordered. Mark resisted. He just kept stroking his cock and teasing his hole with the dildo. "TELL him what your secret FANTASY is!" Dan ordered again, in a more demanding tone. This conversation was starting to sound familiar. Dan had gotten Mark to divulge his secret fantasies...just like he had once done with me. It felt weird now seeing Dan do the same thing to Mark. But at the same time, it was hot as hell. Just like when Dan did it to me. Mark could have stopped it any time he wanted. Just like I could have when it had happened to me. But just like me, Mark didn't. He was loving this as much as Dan was. And as much as I had. Mark said nothing, still resisting. I knew that it was futile, because Dan had once had me to that point, too: Where your hole is so fucking hungry, and you want him talking to you and treating you that way. Because you know that if he keeps it up long enough, it will eventually send you over the edge. Dan walked over and picked up the bottle and shoved it under Mark's nose, and Mark inhaled. I could see the effect of it sweeping over Mark. "SAY IT, MARK! " Dan ordered again, loudly. "I, uh.....I want...I want to get fucked while someone else watches," Mark finally blurted out. "Is that all?" I thought, a little disappointed after that lengthy exchange. "And...?", Dan said, knowing there was more. "And I wanna be treated like a fucking whore!" Mark finally said with relief. Almost like he was admitting to himself for the first time. So that was it. Conservative, clean cut, hot rich boy Mark (who'd never even had a 3-way before) wanted to be treated like a whore while someone watched. I never would have guessed it. Dan's aggressiveness now shifted from just verbal to physical as well. He grabbed the dildo from Mark, threw it aside, and pushed Mark onto his back. Grabbing Mark's hips, he pulled him to the foot of the bed, and then grabbed an ankle in each hand. Holding Mark's ankles up and wide apart as he stood at the foot of the bed, Dan appeared to be about to mount Mark and pound him into the mattress. But instead, Dan turned his head back toward me and ordered "Get your ass over here!" I didn't like Dan giving me orders like that, but seeing my opportunity, I wasn't going to say anything about it at the moment. I stepped up next to Dan, not exactly sure what he expected from me. It didn't look like he needed my help fucking Mark. But then Dan basically handed me Mark's ankles and ordered "Fuck him like the little whore he is!" Though I was a little shocked, I was way too horny to think much about anything except Mark's hot little shaved hole. I took Mark's ankles and seeing that he already had the condom in his hand, I moved in closer. Mark knew that I get off on having a bottom put the condom on my cock. Just to show me how much he wants my cock in him. Without a word, Mark did it and then he gave my cock a couple of strokes, rolling the condom all the way down. He was a little frantic as he lubed up his hole and my cock, and then pointed the head of my cock towards his hole. Man, he wanted it really bad! I pushed against his opening and the lips of his tight little hole spread open as I slowly eased my cock into his hungry butt. WhenI was fully in, Mark let out a moan, and said "Oh yeahhhh...I love it", almost talking to himself. " I KNOW you do, you fucking whore!" Dan snarled at him. I started slowly at first, figuring that once Mark's hole relaxed some, I could start really drilling him pretty hard. "Take his cock, you fucking little slut!" Dan said, standing to the side and slightly behind me. He was just stroking and getting off seeing two guys he had the hots for going at it. When I finally started picking up speed, Dan moved in. He laid down on the bed next to Mark, put his head on Mark's abs and began sucking him like there was no tomorrow. It was so hot looking down and seeing my cock disappearing into Mark's shaved hole, while Dan did a masterful job of sucking Mark's cock at the same time. By now, I'd sort of figured out that Mark must have initially resisted Dan's advances. Dan knew that Mark liked me fucking him, and that I would gladly fuck Mark if I came over. So Dan had apparently orchestrated all this to get what he'd wanted: To suck Mark's cock. Between this being Mark's first 3-way, the poppers, the blowjob from Dan, and me really drilling his butt, made Mark was almost delirious. I figured we couldn't go at it like this too long before Mark blew his load. Maybe Dan too. But then Dan just suddenly got up off the bed and ordered, "Flip him over!" Mark's hole had relaxed a bit now. I just pulled out, rolled him over, and pushed his face and shoulders down against the mattress, with his ass still up in the air. Then I lined up my cock and just drove it deep into Mark's ass, burying it all the way to the pubes. Mark let out the moan of a bottom whose hole was in total ecstasy. His hole was totally mine now. I could fuck him as hard and as deep as I wanted. And he would love every inch and every merciless slam that I gave him. I pounded into Mark's butt like I never had before and harder than I had ever thought he would ever let me. Sometimes I repeatedly plunged it balls deep and then pulling it all the way out repeatedly. He took every inch I could give him, as hard as I could give it to him. Mark's only response was a moan of pure bliss like I had never heard from him. "What a fucking slut!" Dan taunted him. "You were too good to even let me suck your dick a few hours ago, and now I could line up four or five guys and no matter what they looked like, you'd let all of `em fuck you, wouldn't you? WOULDN'T YOU?!" he practically yelled. Mark was too far into heaven to speak, and just moaned and nodded. "Get a handful of his hair and pull him up on all fours," Dan said to me. Things were going too well for me to tell Dan to stop ordering me around. I got a handful of Mark's blonde hair, pulled him up onto his hands and knees. High enough that he was up on his fingertips in front. He was practically hanging by his hair, while I was pile driving his butt as hard as I could. The only contact between our bodies was my cock slamming his hole and my fist holding him up by the handful of his blonde hair. He looked so fucking hot with his back arched, lost in getting his ass pounded, while someone watched and told him what a slut he was. Working him over like this was mind blowing. I never would have guessed I could go this far with Mark. I knew he'd never been treated like this before, but he took it like a champ. Dan stepped over to the bed, grabbed the poppers, and shoved them under Mark's nose. After Mark finished, Dan got up on the bed and stood in front of Mark, facing him. Never taking his eyes off Mark's face, Dan ordered me "Pull his head back more!" I released Mark's hair, cupped his jaw in my hand and tilted his head back so that he was looking straight up at Dan. I knew where Dan was headed. As soon as Mark's head was as far back as it would go, I shoved a couple of fingers from my other hand into open Mark's mouth. As soon as Mark's lips parted, Dan plunged his cock deep into Mark's mouth. When Dan did it, Mark was unprepared for it, and gagged. Dan pulled out, cock-slapped Mark's face and loudly ordered "Take ALL of it, MARK!" as he drove it back in. In this last act of complete submission, Mark, the kid who wasn't really into oral, took the entire length of Dan's cock like an expert cocksucker, as Dan drove it in, balls deep. "Yeah, `atta boy! Just be the whore you know you really are! Swallow the whole thing!" Dan taunted. Dan kept it buried for a moment, and then began repeatedly doing what I had done to his mouth in the den when I first arrived: Slamming it in all the way to the pubes, slowly pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming it home again. Dan knew I loved doing that, and I think part of it him doing it was for my benefit. I decided what the fuck, and started doing the same thing to Mark's ass. I repeatedly pulled all the way out, teased his hole with the head, and the sank it all the way in. I knew he was loosened up and flying high enough that he could take it. And take it Mark did, as Dan and I both long-dicked him from both ends. The kid was in heaven. After we'd thoroughly plunge-fucked Mark's mouth and ass like that. Dan gave Mark's face one last hard slap with his cock and stepped off the bed. Picking up the bottle, he shoved it under Mark's nose again. Mark was still facing forward and a little lost in getting his ass pummeled. He just silently inhaled. Then Dan stepped back so that he was sort of behind me, and just watched as I kept pounding Mark. I knew he was enjoying the view of both Mark's ass and mine, as I continued fucking. Then to my surprise, Dan stepped over, shoved the bottle under my nose and simply said "Do it. He knew I wouldn't protest out loud and risk having Mark maybe turn around to see what going on. I inhaled from the bottle, as I kept slamming into Mark. Dan lubed up a couple of his fingers and without saying anything. With Dan's fingers teasing my hole, and the poppers hitting me, my hole was hungry for more. I knew Dan could tell it too. My butthole literally started to pucker from the teasing he was giving it. It was like my hole wanted it so bad that it was trying to come out and swallow his fingers. Once again Dan had gotten me where I was weak and wanting it. And he knew it. I just kept pounding Mark, who had no idea what Dan was doing to me. When Dan shoved the bottle under my nose again a few minutes later, I didn't wait for him to tell me to do them. I was afraid if Dan said something again, Mark might turn around to see what was going on and would see me getting my ass played with. Without prompting, I just quickly inhaled, to hurry things up. As I felt the rush, Dan pushed a lubed finger up my ass, never asking or anything, just taking what he wanted: My hole. "Yeah, take it up your ass, slut. You know you want it!" and Dan said loudly. Mark thought Dan was still taunting him. But I knew who Dan was really talking to, as he slowly worked his finger in and out. I was getting force-fingered by one guy, while I was pounding another guy. Yet another totally new experience, thanks to Dan. A few minutes later, Dan shoved the bottle under my nose again. When I felt them hit me a moment later, Dan pushed a second lubed finger in. It hurt a little at first, but by now he had my butt really hungry, and I was soon loving the second finger even more. I was totally into it. Each time I drove my cock into Mark, Dan would shove his fingers deep into my hole too. Between Mark's hot butt swallowing my cock, the bottle, and Dan's fingers, I was reeling. "You love that! Don't you, bottom slut?" Dan said loudly. Mark still thought Dan was speaking to him. Mark and I both nodded. I was totally into hearing Dan talk to me this way, which in turn, was making me fuck Mark that much more powerfully. It was so fucking intense, that just as I started to think I couldn't hold off cumming much longer, all Mark said was "Oh fuck!" as he shot and shot all over the bed. Mark's hole started contracting and spasming around my cock as he came. That, combined with the bottle and Dan fingering my ass and talking like he had, was an overload. I guess Dan could feel with his fingers that my hole was starting to spasm too, and just before I started to cum, he ordered "Shoot on his back!" I pulled out and barely got the condom pulled off in time, as Dan really drove his fingers up into my hole. I blew an epic load all over Mark's glistening sweaty back. Watching me hose down Mark's back was apparently all Dan needed to send him over the edge. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, stroked his cock and shot all over Mark's back too. Even though Mark had already cum, he seemed to enjoy Dan and me shooting all over him, too. More fulfillment of his fantasy to be treated like a whore that night, I guess. To be continued... ** If you are enjoying this story, please make a donation to Nifty to help support this site. 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Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2002 21:43:37 -0400 From: Robert Spencer Subject: BETTING IT ALL - PART 2 Two words described my situation. They were words I heard every week. These two words led my life in a direction that I could never have imagined. Jeff used the words and when he said, "Cock worship" I knew I was his to use. Jeff and I have been the best of friends for the past 15 years. People say we're opposite sides of a coin. He's 31, hefty, bald, bearded, a cigar-smoker, quiet, and has had few girlfriends. I on the other-hand am 31, thin, blonde hair, a non-smoker, no facial hair, quick-witted, and enjoy frequent dating and sex, with women. Our relationship pretty much consisted of guy things: sports, movies, games, bullshitting, bragging, and just having fun. Of course all of that changed last January. On a whim we had made a bet. I got cocky and bragged a whole lot before the bet was finished. To teach me a lesson, Jeff decided that if he won I was going to have to suck his dick. He did win...and he got what we wanted. One blowjob shouldn't change a person's life but it changed mine. I'd never sucked a man's cock before and I guess I went at it with a bit too much gusto. And since Jeff had never received a blowjob before he decided he liked it. He liked it a lot! Naturally he wanted more. In fact, as Jeff commonly does, he got darn right greedy very fast. He held the bet over my head with simple logic. His logic was: as long as I continued servicing him whenever he wanted he wouldn't tell anyone about our little bet. However the second I refused anything he asked for, he was planning on telling everyone about what I had done. Since Jeff and I have the same friends, and since Jeff knows my family, and more importantly Laura, my girlfriend, I was pulled along with his demands. I wasn't forced to change any part of my life, but Jeff made it clear that whenever he needed to have his cock serviced, he came first (literally). The next several weeks after our bet, Jeff began to train me. It started out with two to three blowjobs a week. This began to increase to six or seven. Eventually I was made to set Tuesday and Friday nights aside just for him. See Jeff was still a virgin and this was the first action that he'd had his entire life. The fact that it came from his friend was overshadowed by how good he felt getting it. So Jeff laid down the rules and I followed them. Laura wasn't pleased about my being increasingly away from her but I managed to come up with new excuses each week. The last thing I wanted her to know was that her boyfriend was busy sucking off his best friend. For my training Jeff instructed me in the ways he liked to have his cock sucked. Usually this would begin with me stripping off his clothes while he sat on my couch. I'd then spend long amounts of time massaging his arms and legs. Soon I'd be instructed to lick his hairy chest and hefty belly and work my way down to his balls. Jeff's crotch is covered in a thick mass of pubic hair and he has the largest balls I've ever seen. They pack quite a punch believe me. He often told me that he liked looking down at me with his huge ball sack dangling in my mouth. It made him feel powerful and completely in control. Normally Jeff would smoke a cigar while I took care of business, giving me orders and directions as he saw fit. Then after his dick had grown hard he'd stand up so I was on my knees in front of him. Jeff would look down into my eyes, smile, and say to me, "Mitch, I think it's time for some cock worship." This was his fun way of letting me know that even though I had a girlfriend and a life, it all was secondary to the needs of his cock. I was becoming a slave to that cock. After hearing Jeff demand cock worship I would then suck his dick until he came. Sometimes he would pull out and shoot his load in my face. Other times he would thrust deep into my mouth and make me swallow every drop. And on days when Jeff was angry or displeased with me he would shoot his load all over his belly, pubic hair, and balls. I would then spend the next hour licking him clean. Either way Jeff chose was quite an experience. His balls were so big that a normal ejaculation would be incredible. But since I was, as Jeff said, "in training", he had a special technique he would practice. On days when he didn't come over Jeff would masturbate two or three times, but never to completion. When it was time for me to engage in some cock worship I would get an intense jolt of the hottest thickest cum I could ever imagine. No matter how much I tried, I was never prepared for his first blast of the night. Even the second shot was of porn-star caliber. Over the next few weeks I became accustomed to my new role. There were even times when I enjoyed it. There was something secretive and forbidden that really got me excited. When Laura was over we would have some of the most incredible sex ever because it turned me on that she was unaware of the double-life that I lead. Occasionally she'd ask about Jeff and it would cause me to get the hugest erection ever. If she only knew that her man was sucking the cock of another man. Obviously, Jeff had the best role in the whole bet and he was enjoying himself all of the time. He began to make our time together more and more about me worshipping his cock. Sometimes he wouldn't even want to do anything else except have me service him. As things progressed and Jeff became more comfortable in his new dominant role in our relationship he began to test the limits of my obedience. The times where I did something that made him angry would bring about a stiff punishment. At the same time these moments repulsed me, enticed me, and changed me completely. Once Jeff, I, and several friends had been out at a Mexican restaurant with our girlfriends. Everyone had a girlfriend except Jeff. As guys are prone to do lots of teasing occurred about the "perpetually single man in our party". It was all fun and Jeff laughed along with everyone else. Regrettably I joined in and poked plenty of fun at him. When no one was paying attention Jeff tapped my foot under the table and said, "Mitch, you and I will need to straighten a few things out later. So make sure Laura goes home." He didn't look happy and I couldn't get my mind off of what might await me at the close of the evening. At the end of the evening I had dropped off Laura at her condo and headed home to my apartment. Jeff was already there waiting in the parking lot. When we met at the front door he said to me, "Did you have fun tonight making fun of me? Well, I hope so because now I'm going to have some of my own fun with you." I spent the next two hours buried under my bed sheets with Jeff's cock crammed into my mouth the entire time. Jeff lay comfortably smoking cigars and watching some of my porno tapes while I was beneath. The punishment was simple: hard or soft, I was not allowed to remove his dick from my mouth. It didn't take long for me to understand where Jeff's "fun" came into the equation. After the healthy Mexican dinner he was subject to some of the worst gas ever. With his cock in my mouth I had only one option for air. I could hear Jeff's laughter as he let blast-after-blast rip. "Maybe next time you won't be such a smart ass at my expense, Mitch." He said. To make matters worse he called our friend Dennis and talked on his cel-phone as I suffered this indignation. Jeff even playfully worked the conversation just to tease me with the fact that Dennis might pick up on what was happening. So as I was buried with his rod in my mouth I could hear him above the covers saying to Dennis, "Yeah, the next time I see Mitch I'm really going to give him a mouthful," this was followed by a forceful thrust of the hips so his cock sprang deep into my mouth. Later he added, "Man Dennis you and your Mexican restaurants. That food was so spicy I'm farting lava! And if you think I'm miserable, I've got Mitch trapped under the covers smelling the shit! Ha! Ha!" When his phone call was ended Jeff addressed me and said, "Boy if only the guys could see you and your big mouth now. I wonder how cool they'd think you were with my cock crammed in your mouth and you curled up under the sheets smelling my stank ass farts! Face it Mitch, I'm in the driver's seat so the next time you want to have fun at my expense things will go a lot worse for you than this." Then he laughed and said, "This bet just keeps getting better and better!" Another punishment came weeks later, Jeff came over for a few days when Laura was out of town. He made me wait on him hand-and-foot the entire time and I did my best to keep him happy. One thing was certain, I sure didn't want to spend any more time under the sheets. Things were going well except for the fact that I continually trounced Jeff at all of the video games we played. Jeff's payback was that he decided not to shower for the week. His cock and balls built up a powerful odor. I knew this because I probably spent more time between his legs than ever before. Jeff told me that he liked having his cock kept warm in my mouth whether I was blowing him or not. So he would sit on the couch naked, smoking cigars, playing video games (by himself) or watching hockey. I was in Jeff's favorite position, on my knees in front of him. I could see nothing because I was buried into his crotch as his free hand gently held me in place. He knew that what really pissed me off was when he gave me a patronizing pat on the head...so this became a regular addition to his routine. As my "guest", Jeff would answer the phone whenever it rang. So with me on my knees sucking his cock I was forced to listen to him dance around conversations with my family, my co-workers, and even our friends. Feeling really cocky, once he even mentioned to our friend Kyle that, "Oh Mitch couldn't answer the phone because he had my dick in his mouth." This was followed by a pat on the head. A few times during the visit Laura had called and left messages on the answering machine. Jeff would chuckle and say, "Hey Mitch do you want to come up and talk to her?" I would mumble a response from below. Jeff's reply was always the same, "I can't understand you. So just keep on sucking!" Now it doesn't take a genius to figure that anyone in my situation would have bailed. Hell, many wouldn't have been dumb enough to make the bet in the first place. But, after almost five months of Jeff's "training" I was learning quite a bit about myself. I discovered my submissive nature and how much I enjoyed servicing Jeff and his cock. The more dominant Jeff became the more I found myself eager for his next visit and possibly my next punishment. I even found myself ducking Laura some times just so I could be available for Jeff. Of course, I must have been easy to read because Jeff was making his own plans. He knew my third punishment was going to change our relationship completely. Jeff had arrived at my apartment directly from work on a Friday afternoon in May. I watched as he walked up the stairs slowly loosening his tie. I opened the door for him and he came in. "Hey Mitch. Ready for a good time?" I was truly ready for a good time but I tried to downplay it. "Well if you want to just play some video games that'd be fine with me." Jeff smiled. "After the day I had at work? Not a chance. You're gonna be wearing the skin off your knees by the end of the night." He dropped his suit jacket on the couch and pulled out his shirt. "I'm so freaking pent up I feel like a damn volcano. So come on over here and help me cut loose some of this tension." I walked over and slowly kneeled down in front of him. "You and this damn bet. You're lucky I'm even sticking to it. Won't you ever get tired of me giving you head?" Jeff smiled wickedly at me, "Tired of it? Do you know me at all?" And with that he simply motioned his hand. The only noise in my apartment was the sound of his pants unzipping. I reached up and removed his pants, dropping them down around his ankles. His underwear came next and then I was mere inches from his stiff cock. I opened my mouth and slid his warm tool into it. Jeff moaned with delight. As I began lubing him up I could feel his hands on the top of my head guiding my motions the way he liked. For the next few minutes I worked ferociously on his rod. His balls were slapping against my chin as he pumped harder and harder into my mouth. I could hear him moaning louder and as I looked up I saw his eyes were closed and sweat was forming on his forehead. His sweet pre-cum was dripping from the tip of his swollen cock and I savored the early taste. I knew he was going to be exploding in a matter of seconds. Things were building to a fever pitch when all of a sudden Jeff stopped. He pulled back from my mouth and simply pointed to the table. I was puzzled as I looked over, the only thing there was Laura's planner, which she had left over the night before. "Was Laura here last night?" Jeff asked. I stayed on my knees beneath him. "Yes. She usually is over on Wednesday. You know that." "Did you fuck her?" "Of course. Why is that important?" Jeff stepped back and pulled up his pants. He was tucking in his shirt and fixing his tie before it dawned on me that he was leaving. "Where are you going?" I asked. Jeff looked down at me. "Home." I was completely caught off guard. He continued, "Mitch. I don't think this is going to work out. Our bet is finished." Many people would have breathed a sigh of relief at this but I was still questioning why this had come about. "Why? What happened?" Jeff looked down at me. "It isn't going to work anymore. You've got your girlfriend and I don't have one. So you're getting the best of both worlds. I'm tired of sharing you with her. My cock needs much more attention than I can get with you spending time on her. So if you want her then you can have her and I won't hold our bet over your head any more." I stayed on my knees contemplating the events. "Well, we had a bet, and I'm just keeping my end of it. But..." I couldn't find the words. Jeff looked down at me...his expression was starting to change. "But what?" "I...I..." "Yes Mitch?" "Well Jeff, I want to suck your cock. I really like it." His smile broadened. "Really. So you like it. I thought you were only doing this to follow our bet." Now I could see that his actions were just a ploy to get me to admit the truth to him. Once more I had been outsmarted and this time there was no going back. Jeff continued, "What about Laura? You can't have us both. You're going to have to decide, right here, right now." I was on my knees with my best friend towering above me and now I had a decision to make. It took only a second and I surrendered. "I'll dump her. If that's what you want." "No, it has to be about what YOU want." "I just want to be able to keep sucking your cock!" I could barely believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I gave in so easily to the situation that it seemed like a dream. His smile continued to grow. "So if I let you suck my cock you'll dump her?" "Yes." "There will be no other women?" "Yes." "You'll worship my cock?" "Yes." "Whenever I want?" "Yes." Jeff reached down and grabbed my hair, tilting my head back. "Fine Mitch I accept your offer. You've earned a reward. So unzip my pants and start sucking my fucking cock!" It was like a huge weight had been lifted from me. I immediately dropped his pants and slipped his meat out. Jeff was still rock hard...maybe even harder than before. His mind game had worked wonders with both of us. The veins were bulging in his rod as I slobbered all over it. As the minutes passed, Jeff began removing his clothes. He even had me slide out of mine. Eventually we were both naked in my living room. Jeff's large hairy girth was standing over my smooth slender body. He began thrusting into my mouth with a vigor that I had never felt before. His fingers tightened in my hair, powerfully controlling the movements of my head. He made me realize who was in charge. Just as I thought he would cum, he again pulled from me. "What?" I was almost begging. Jeff tugged at my hair and made me look up into his eye. "Mitch, I think you're ready." Before I could answer he reached into his suit pocket and showed me a tube of KY-Jelly. "And I know I am. I've been carrying this around for two weeks. I knew eventually you'd admit that you needed my cock more than anything else. So now we're ready to move to the next step. You will take us there." He squirted a generous amount of lotion onto my hands. I began massaging it into his cock as he talked to me. "Turn around. I want you down on all fours right now." He would not be taking no for an answer. I was nervous but completely engulfed in the moment. I couldn't believe it. In less than twenty minutes I had promised to dump my girlfriend, I had sucked Jeff's cock, and now for the first time ever I was about to get fucked by another man. Jeff kneeled down behind me and began working his slick cock around my tight asshole. I could feel his large hand on one of my hips as he began sliding me backwards. "I have waited to fuck for thirty-two years. The bets over. You're mine now Mitch." I heard him chuckle as he pushed deep into me. "Oh shit!" I moaned as I could feel the heat from his shaft violate my virgin ass. "Get used to it. Up until now this has all been a warm up." He began working his cock in and out of me until my ass muscles and the lube were making things go smoothly. As he fucked me he said, "There will be no more pussy for you, Mitch. From now on the only dick around here that is going to see any action is mine. In fact I may even call Laura once she knows you dumped her and see if she wants to fuck a real man." The pain was intense as Jeff's cock went completely into me. I let out a loud yell that I knew my neighbors would hear, but I didn't care because the pain and pleasure was more than I could ever know. Jeff worked his sizable cock completely into me. His strong hands were on my hips guiding me. He was in total control of my body. He would vary his thrusts and show me exactly what he liked and then he'd lean back and make me take over the momentum. When he got tired of me being on all fours he directed me into a new position. "Down Mitch!" Jeff reached up and pushed me down so I was laying flat on my stomach on the living room carpet. He angled above me and began giving me the true fucking of a lifetime. I could feel his huge belly pushing against my back, his balls slapping against my ass, and his rigid tool having its way with me. Jeff leaned down as he thrust and said, "I want to hear it. Yell out so your neighbors know what's going on. They need to know that you're being fucked by a real man! This is true cock worship. Let me hear what you want." "FUCK ME!" The words burst from my mouth. "Fuck me Jeff! I need your cock! I love your cock! Don't stop fucking me!" His hands clamped down on my shoulders and his pounding continued and intensified. For his first time it was amazing of the total control he had over the situation. Jeff fucked like a pro. "You want my cum!" It was not a question. "Yes, please!" I was covered in sweat as his weight kept me pinned tightly to the floor. At my plea Jeff pulled out and spun me around. He straddled over my chest with his tool dangling inches above my face. He tugged his cock a couple times and then exploded with an immense orgasm. The amount of scorching cum his colossal balls had built up was incredible. He let out a bellow as the juice sprayed down onto me. Some of his liquid shot into my mouth, some onto my face, some onto my neck, some onto Jeff's balls, and the remainder smeared across his hand and rod as he frantically pumped. A few seconds later it seemed like anything near my face was covered in his cum. Jeff gasped for air and leaned back, resting much of his weight against my stomach, his cock and balls resting directly over my face, still dripping with scalding hot fluid. His bald head and hairy body were covered in perspiration. He hovered above me for several minutes, trying to catch his breath. Our body heat was so incredible that the entire apartment seemed like a sauna. Finally, Jeff leaned over and grabbed a cigar from his coat. He lit it up and took a few healthy puffs. "That was the greatest orgasm I have ever had. Did you like it?" I was in complete release. Even though I didn't cum this was the most satisfying sex I had ever been a part of. "Yes. You tasted awesome." As he smoked he brought his creamy hand down to my mouth. "I'm glad you said that, I'll need you to clean me up now." I did as I was told and took each of his fingers into my mouth, licking delicious cum from them. Jeff still crouched on me, smoking. He lifted his fat dripping cock over my mouth and said, "Everywhere." I took him back into me, sucked the last drops from him, and then tongued him dry. Our eyes were locked the entire time his cock was in my mouth. Next he lowered his balls into my mouth, and I followed my instructions. By the time he had finished his cigar I had slurped up every drop of his man juice. I was still pinned beneath him in total relaxation when I looked back up into his still smiling face. Jeff said, "You've got a girlfriend...or should I say EX-girlfriend to call." "I do, but can I get a bit more of you first?" Jeff leaned forward and allowed me to suck his cock, until he got hard. Then he rose above me and began to pump deep into my throat, fucking my face. It didn't take long before he was eager to explode another load. As he thrust he said, "I'm glad you like this Mitch because this arrangement will make us both happy. Just remember, your days of pussy are all over. No more dates, no more sex, no more women. The only thing you can get is my cock." I never responded because I was to grateful for another chance at cock worship. TO BE CONCLUDED IN: BETTING IT ALL, PART 3 - THE DOUBLE DEAL!

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Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 23:33:48 -0700 (PDT) From: neoboy_1 Subject: Jail life - Part 2 Usual disclaimers about gay adult material apply. Please send your comments to neoboy_1@gay.com JAIL LIFE - Part 2 By NeoBoy Next morning I woke up to the sound of cell doors sliding with a loud clang... A guard was standing at the door looking down at Snake and me laying naked on the mattress atop the cement floor... Snake still held me in his arms. "'Morning Sam..." said the guard smiling at Snake "heard there was some screaming in here last night so came to check on our new pussy. Was she to your liking?". I turned crimson at those words. I could accept being Snake's pussy, but being called a "she" by the guard was so humiliating. I recognized the guard from the day before. He was the one that was in charge of me after I was admitted, and the one who assigned me to this cell. Snake smiled back at the guard and started to get up, "She is wonderful Mark. Needs a lot of training, breaking in and adjusting, but she'll be perfect. A lot of potential there, good eye Mark." Snake turned at me and gave me a loving smile and winked. I didn't feel like smiling back at that point. I was furious. I gave him a hateful look which was noticed by the guard too. He waved his head in disapproval and said - "Now you're in trouble girl". Snake pulled me by the hair and forced me up to my feet. "Listen bitch" he snapped at me "you will learn obedience and respect. You will appreciate when I'm kind to you. Do you understand?" "Yes" I muttered out. I was so shocked and embarrassed that I could not lift my eyes from the floor. "Look at me when I'm talking to you bitch" Snake yelled "do you understand?" I looked at those brown eyes that were hard as steel. "Yes, Snake" I quickly replied "I understand". His eyes changed and there was at first only the hint of a smile in them, and then his whole face lit up. "Do you really?" he asked again. I managed to smile back, "I do". Snake hugged me to him, blocking the guard from my view and stroked my hair for a few moments. I remembered how loving and kind to me he was last night and wanted to feel that again. He took my head in his hands and gave me a long, passionate kiss. "Ahem..." came from the guard still standing at the door. Sam broke the kiss. "Much better, pussy" he said to me calmly, "but I do have to punish you for the way you responded earlier, you do understand that?" "Yes... Snake..." I acknowledged hesitantly. Snake went around me to pick up the mattress and put it back on his bed, leaving me in full view of the guard. Than I noticed the guard had two objects in his left hand. One was the piece of a chain, about four feet long, a kind that you would use to chain a bike... or a person... Suddenly I didn't like the way he was looking at me. The other object was even more unsettling: a huge pair of cutters... He left the chain and the cutters by the wall and motioned me to approach the fixed part of the bars that together with the sliding door formed the front of our cell. "Move over girl, I want to have a look at you" barked the guard. I couldn't move, I was so frightened. Snake put his hands on my shoulders from behind me and whispered into my ear: "Do as you are commanded pussy: now! I'll deal with your disobedience later." I stepped forward facing the bars and the guard stood behind me. He grab hold of my arms and placed my hands on the horizontal bar at waist level. Next he pulled my hips backwards forcing me to step back and bend over. Than he kicked my feet apart so my legs were spread and my hole was exposed to him. He ran his fingers up and down my ass crack a couple of times pressing slightly at the hole. He reached for something in his pocket and I was relieved to see it was a tube from which he squeezed a good amount of clear jell on his right hand. He put the tube back in his pocket and smeared the jell over my hole. It felt cool and pleasing. He proceeded to massage around my hole with circular motions rubbing the gel in, making me relax and enjoy it. He finally pushed against my hole and slid his finger in. The feeling was strange, but not unpleasant. He started wiggling his finger and moving it in and out, reaching deeper and spreading the cool gel inside me. Much to my shock, I started getting a hard-on. Snake had moved over to the door and was watching us from the side. He noticed my hard-on and smiled at me lovingly. "Keep it up" he said to the guard "the pussy likes it." Snake too was getting a hard-on, and his monster cock was raising. Now I could look at it in daylight and it was mesmerizing. I smiled at him. Soon I felt a second finger slide in, and my hole was stretched more. The guard was gentle and working his fingers inside me slowly moving them in and out, pushing deeper and finally he touched some spot that sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I released a loud moan, and my cock jumped leaking pre-cum - it was rock hard. He continued working my hole and stretching it for about five minutes, hitting the sweet spot from time to time and sending pleasure shocks through my body. I was about to shoot my load without even touching my cock, but then he pulled his fingers out. I was so frustrated. "Please Sir, don't stop now" I begged him. "Don't you worry girl" the guard responded, I'll give you something much better." I heard his zipper undone, his belt unbuckled, and soon his pants and boxer shorts were down. I tried to turn around as much as I could to see his cock. It was about seven inches hard, narrower than mine at the base, but widening towards the middle at the middle of the shaft - a nice barrel shape. I saw him smearing an ample amount of gel on it and throwing the tube on the floor. He positioned himself on my hole, grabbed me by my hips and commanded me "Girl, you push now, like you are taking a dump, so I can slide in easily." I did as I was ordered, and before I knew it, his head was in. I felt a slight pain as my hole was stretched once more, but he was gentle and gave me enough time to accommodate him. Than he started slow gyrating motions with his hips, pushing more and more inside me, working my hole in a most pleasurable way. About half way in, he reached the sweet spot. A shockwave hit me again. He continued to push in gently, until I could feel his bush brushing against my back and his balls touching mine. Than he started to ride me with longer strokes, pulling almost all of the shaft out and pushing all the way in, hitting the spot on every down stroke. I was loosing it. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. My moans were so loud that the whole floor must have known what was going on, but I didn't care. He picked up the pace and before I knew it I couldn't control myself any more: I was shooting. My spasms must have triggered him, because I started feeling his cock pulsate inside me, and his hot cum started filling my insides. It took some time for both of us to regain control of our senses. I felt his cock soften a bit and he pulled it slowly out of my hole. I felt so empty. He pulled his boxer shorts and pants up, and picked the tube from the floor. I remained in the same position awaiting his command. "Straighten up, girl and turn around" - he told me slapping me on my back. I did so. Snake was still standing by the door fully erect. "This girl was a virgin Sam - very tight, very fine." Snake gave him a broad smile. "So, you decided to keep her?" asked the guard. "You bet you" Snake confirmed. He moved towards me and squeezed my nipples hard, pulling me to himself, and placed another passionate kiss on me. The guard went to the door and picked up the objects from the floor. "You want me to mark her, than?" he asked as Snake was pulling away from me. "Mark me?" I thought, looking at the chain and the cutters... This wasn't good. Panic vas showing in my eyes and Snake noticed. "Relax my sweet pussy" he whispered to me, "no one will hurt you". He turned to the guard saying: "Show him". The guard again set the chain and cutters on the floor and started undoing his shirt. When he pulled the collar open I could see a chain around his neck, much like the one he had on the floor. The chain was relatively tight around his neck, and held in place by a padlock that rested on his chest, right below the base of the neck. Snake picked the chain from the floor and placed it around my neck. He measured it, leaving it hang a bit looser than the guard's. The guard picked up the cutters and snapped it in two. He took a padlock with a key from his shirt pocket and gave it to Snake. Finally, Snake placed the chain around my neck and closed the padlock. He put the key in a box on the shelf by his bunk. "Now you are my property pussy" he said to me, "like Mark here; and no one will mess with you".

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Date: Tue, 08 Dec 2020 18:18:24 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 13 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 13 Andrew leaned down and kissed his captive hard full on the mouth. His soft lips met John's while his tongue dove in to invade the space and duel with his. Andrew could feel through his crotch grinding that his sudden ardent attack inspired an equally passionate response from John's body: he sprang from barely past semi to completely hard in an instant. Andrew pushed his advantage, holding John's wrists down wide while he pressed his bodyweight down on John's midsection in case he tried to throw him off. He had a plan and John was just going to have to accommodate it, it was as simple as that. John might have been up for resisting for resistance's sake, but dissuading Andrew was the last thing on his mind as he gamely struggled underneath him. Andrew knew he couldn't keep John down forever, but he also knew that if he got him thinking with his cock fast enough he wouldn't have to. And with one fell swoop, he was sure he was pretty close to succeeding. He could hear John's labored, almost breathless breathing, and the half-hearted attempts to push him off. Yeah, he was all in now... Andrew reluctantly withdrew his tongue and roughly kissed his way straight down John's chin, neck, chest, and stomach. As he worked his way down, he released his grip on John's wrists and scooted back so he could keep moving lower on John's body. Down his lips and tongue went, down John's stomach and through his belly button, leaving a damp trail on John's thin t-shirt, making it semi-transparent to mark his passage. He continued down until he encountered John's belt buckle and gamely grabbed it in his teeth and shook his head with it almost like a dog with a new bone. This drew a chuckle from John, which was quickly replaced with moans as Andrew moved his attention to the prize straining under John's shorts. Andrew opened his jaws and clamped down on John's pole, shorts and all, and proceeded to gnaw on them. The fabric was thick enough that it didn't hurt at all, but it was certainly drawing more blood into John's already engorged dick. It was so hard that John was starting to feel pain as it continued to expand. Andrew clawed at John's belt until he got the clasp open and then grabbed them at the waist and promptly yanked them clean down to John's knees and then off completely without even bothering with the button and the zipper. He was not going to let mere fasteners slow him down now! While John's shorts were still sailing through the air over his shoulder, Andrew already had John's aching cock in his mouth. He had forgotten just how thick it was until after he dove onto it, but it only spurred him on further. John gasped and his hands grabbed for Andrew's bobbing head. He felt like he was going to explode in more ways than one at this point, and Andrew was pushing him faster and faster to that point. Andrew could feel John's hands try to direct him to slow down the pace. 'So he's getting too close already, is he?' Andrew thought evilly to himself. 'Well then!' Andrew abruptly took his mouth off of John's cock and sat back on his haunches and looked at John with a savage grin. He watched John's spit-shined rod pulse to John's heart rate as its color grew ever closer to purple from the dark red it had already become. Then he looked John in the eye with a smirk. "Well, it's good to know that still works," Andrew declared gleefully as he stood up and started to walk back toward the Jeep. John was stunned for a moment by the sudden change. "You can't just leave me here like this!" he exclaimed. "Can't I?" Andrew called back to him. John had been brought too far too quickly to just let go that easily now. He jumped to his feet and dashed toward Andrew, catching him just he was nearing the Jeep. John scooped him off his feet and carried him in his strong arms. 'Success!' crowed Andrew inwardly as John deposited him face up on the hood of the truck. John ripped off Andrew's shorts even faster than Andrew had removed his, and in no time was lapping at Andrew's little pucker. Andrew was in heaven. He knew John was too polite and considerate to be this aggressive without a push, so push he had. And now he had this sexy man licking his ass, getting ready to�- "Ohhhhhh...!" moaned Andrew when John suddenly started drilling his hole with his hot slippery tongue. "YES!" John attacked his hole like a starving child, pulling Andrew's butt cheeks apart with his hands and deeply darting his tongue in and out of Andrew's ass. He pushed more and more spit in to lube things up with every thrust and wriggled his tongue side to side and around and around to help Andrew loosen up. Andrew held his legs back by the knees to help John along. He hadn't touched his cock since shortly after he had tackled John, but it evidently needed no help as it throbbed strongly while John delved into his hole. Evidently satisfied with his handiwork, John withdrew his tongue and gave Andrew's ass a good resounding smack. "Leave me hanging, will you?" John asked with a grinning leer as he stepped up onto the bumper of the Jeep just as Andrew had earlier that morning. He spit into his hand and spread it around the tip of his cock. "There are consequences for getting a man worked up like that, and you aren't getting off that easily!" He lined up his throbbing member to Andrew's twitching rose bud. "Are you going to teach me a lesson?" Andrew egged him on. "Damn right!" John proclaimed as he began to push at Andrew's tight ring. Andrew willed himself to relax while John pressed his thick mushroom head forward. The building pressure started to move to pain and Andrew was about to admit defeat when it suddenly popped in. "Oh my God! Wow!" Andrew gasped at the incredible fullness. Just the head felt like an entire croquet ball had been shoved up his butt. He was determined to make it feel at home come hell or high water. But after a few moments had passed, he was still having trouble adjusting to the new invader. Shouldn't he be adjusting to it by now? Why doesn't it feel any easier? Realization seeped in as Andrew gasped for breath: John wasn't stopping for him to have time to adjust: he had kept pushing and pushing. Maybe he had gotten John a little too revved up in his teasing... Andrew could feel not just the head, but more and more of that thick shaft as well, continuing to stretch him tight and going deeper every moment. He continued to gasp at the intensity. John felt absolutely enormous inside him and he wasn't all in yet. He could just feel the beginnings of tears at the corners of his eyes from the effort. His cock, meanwhile, had started pre-cumming. He had very rarely pre-cum before, but today was another matter entirely. It seemed to be leaking a steady stream all over his stomach, and it was starting to trail down his sides. Yet another thing John pulls out of me that I'm not used to, Andrew thought. How many more surprises can there be? Andrew wasn't sure if he passed out or if his thoughts had enabled him to relax better, but he could finally feel himself adjusting to John's big cock within him and realized it had stopped moving. John was buried in him to the hilt. He hadn't closed his eyes as far as he knew, but nothing had registered since he saw his newfound ability to stream clear fluid from his dick. He looked up at John's face to see him looking at him intensely. "What?" "Are you okay? You looked a little... out of it." "I'm good," he assured John. Then he had a daring inkling of an idea. "But is this all the lesson you have for me today?" he asked with a pronounced disinterested innocence. John looked at him in surprise for a moment, and then grinned. "Oh no," John assured him. "This is just the start." John pulled out (mercifully slowly, to the relief of Andrew's cautious half), leaving a notable feeling of emptiness. Andrew could feel the flare of the head and prepared himself for John's next inward thrust, only for John to pull out completely. Andrew immediately thought he'd overplayed his hand and John would� A quick skewering from John killed that thought as Andrew completely re-lived the first entry, though much quicker this time. John quickly settled into a back-and forth rhythm as if he was using a metronome: in, retreat, in, retreat, in, retreat with such regularity that Andrew thought he could do it indefinitely. It was nothing like what Andrew was used to: buildup, ramp up, get off, and leave. He did enjoy new things when he let himself try them�-as he had been finding out more and more lately--so here was another one to check off his list. Even being outside was such a new thing. He was in a mad rush this morning and hadn't thought much about it, but with John's consistent unhurried pace, Andrew was far more aware of being in the open this time. Maybe it was just because there was no tree cover here next to the river, but it felt like he was being watched. And he realized that excited him. The constancy of motion mixed with the exposure had driven Andrew to the brink of suspense: What if Coop came back? What if someone else came by? How long could John go? Would this just go on forever? John clearly had stamina, that was for sure! Andrew decided he had been patient and submissive long enough. He extended his legs around John's waist and pulled him close ('No more pulling out and pausing for you, John!' he thought), and then started working his ass muscles to really grip John's cock tightly. It felt hot within him and now he wanted to feel it fill him up with cum. He caught John's eyes with his. "I want you to breed me, John." "You do?" "Yes, I do." "How badly do you want it? `Cuz I can do this all day," he said, winking as he threw some punches at an invisible sparring partner without missing a beat of his rhythm. Andrew groaned at the silly joke. "Bad enough to get you all hot and bothered and then walk away so you would have to chase me down for relief�-Captain America!" John smiled broadly. "Well in that case..." John's metronome was shattered as he picked up the pace and fucked Andrew for real. Breathless, sweating, and swearing, John transformed into a stud fucking machine, hammering Andrew deep and hard. "Yes, John, yes!" Andrew encouraged him. "Shoot in my ass! Stake your claim in me! Make me yours!" Andrew had never seen anything so breathtaking as in that moment when John's face and neck were flushed a bright red and veins began to pop out with his effort. His hair flung little droplets of sweat from the force of his dick slamming repeatedly into Andrew's gripping hole. The fur on his chest was now more visible as his t-shirt was completely matted with sweat. His chest heaved as he took in great draughts of air to fuel his powerful thrusting. He looked like a god to Andrew. "Fill me up with that cum, John!" Andrew cried. "Give it to me!" "Yeah, boy! Take it all!" John yelled. "Take my seed inside you!" With a final roar, John stiffened into a living statue as his cock froze in place inside Andrew and shot volley after volley after volley of hot cum deep inside him. The pulsing of his cock was the only movement John made as he spewed out his heavy load. "Yes, John!" Andrew cried. "Yes!" John slowly came back to where he was and his entire body softened a bit. "Wow, John," breathed Andrew. "Just wow. That was amazing!" "YOU are amazing, Andrew, and I see you enjoyed it too," he grinned, gesturing to Andrew's stomach. There, in addition to the stream of pre-cum he had noticed earlier, was a very large fresh puddle of an unmistakable white substance. "How did that get there? But I thought--no, I KNOW you shot inside me! I could feel it! How did you..." Andrew trailed off. "Oh! Did I...?" "Yes, you did," laughed John. "Now you know what it feels like!" Andrew was so certain it could never happen to him, but the evidence was undeniable. The puddle of cum on his stomach led directly to the end of his own cock. In fact, it was still dribbling out a little bit. Apparently, he could cum without touching himself just as well as John. "Alright, bucko," John said. "Time to get off and stretch our legs." "Didn't we just do that?" "Do what?" "Get off, of course! I don't think you've quite recovered yet if you're missing your own jokes." John turned his head sharply to look at him. "You may be on to something there," he said with a chuckle. Let's get off THE JEEP and stretch our legs, wise guy." "Yes, Boss!" John grabbed Andrew's arms and pulled him up as John fell/stepped off the bumper. "Oh! And it looks like you'd better watch your step!" "Or I could just copy you�" "Jerk!" Andrew had felt a little wave of passing dizziness when John pulled him up into a sitting position, so he did get up with care. After watching John for a moment, that is. Naked from the waist down, John walked back to where Andrew had tossed his shorts away. Andrew just sat and watched him as his ass bunched and released as he walked in the other direction. Woof! "Oh man!" Andrew heard him exclaim. "What's up?" "You tossed my shorts into a puddle and now they are soaked!" "I'm sorry," Andrew said with his hand over his mouth to try to hide his giggle. "Yeah, I bet you are!" Andrew beamed at him. "Well, I'm trying to be sorry at least. Does that count?" "Sure," laughed John. Andrew climbed down from the Jeep and retrieved his own perfectly dry shorts. "You know, I think you owe me for this," began John, holding up the dripping shorts. "And I think you owe me for this," Andrew retorted, pointing to his cum-covered shirt. "I wouldn't have shot all over this if it wasn't for you, so I say that makes us even!" "Oh you do, do you?" "Absolutely!" "Hmm, let me see," John said as he confidently strode back toward Andrew with his still-heavy club swinging back and forth before him. Andrew was of course captivated and completely distracted yet again. His hole throbbed in remembrance of the effectiveness of that tool. "Even, huh?" John snickered as he came close. "Fine, as long you don't wear half of your clothes either, I will count it even." He reached out and grabbed the hem of Andrew's shirt and peeled it up and over his head, smearing the mess across Andrew's face as he pulled it off. "Hey!" protested Andrew. "Hold still, you little baby," laughed John. He took his wet boxer shorts and gently began to use them like a washcloth. At first a little indignant, Andrew gave in to John's ministrations and was inadvertently rewarded with breathing in John's smell as his face was wiped clean. He inhaled deeply as John worked way too quickly for Andrew's taste. When he was finished, John leaned in and gave him a long gentle kiss. "There! That wasn't so bad was it?" "No, it wasn't," Andrew agreed. "You know I only want what's best for you right?" "Sure." And he did. Even through his doubts and insecurities, he was certain that John wanted nothing more than Andrew's well-being. After losing his shirt, he was grateful the day was pretty warm, but it was afternoon, and he knew that wouldn't last for long. "I suppose we should probably head back and get some clean clothes now, huh?" Andrew finally asked John. "Yeah, we do," John agreed. "I am not interested in catching a cold, thanks. Are you ready to go?" "Whatever you say." "Then let's go!" They climbed aboard the trusty old machine once again and John steered it back upstream where they had met Coop and then turned into the brush that still showed evidence of their earlier descent. As John retraced their path back to the alcove, Andrew looked at John as was now his habit. John's shirt was drying rapidly, but even though it was no longer see-through, it was still easy to see his nipples poking through and the muscles stretching the fabric taught over his chest. This time, however, he wore no shorts and sat his bare furry ass on that old vinyl seat. He had finally gone soft, so it was fun for a while to watch his flaccid dick bob over his big balls as they drove over ruts and rocks. It had been quite a day for Andrew. He thought about everything that had happened from the cliffside campsite to Andrew's topping John in the clearing to meeting Coop to exploring the little Hobbit house to John's ravaging of his hole. He had to admit that he was a little tired. There was no chance of falling asleep though, since an occasional branch would whip his bare chest and outside arm, so he let his thoughts wander. That Coop guy was an interesting fellow. His deference to "Master Johnny" was plain. What was it about John that inspired such loyalty in people? Then he remembered John had mentioned Coop was homeless when they first met. That could certainly explain it. He looked back at John. "So, I have a question for you," he began. "Shoot!" "How did you meet Coop? You said he was homeless, right?" "Yep!" "Do you always get to know panhandlers?" "Andrew, I'm surprised at you! Why would you say such a thing? He wasn't a panhandler!" "I'm sorry," Andrew apologized. "I didn't mean anything by it, really. That's just what comes to mind when I think of homeless people. I was only trying to be funny and didn't think before I spoke." He felt awful for what he said after he thought about it. It was exactly the kind of cutting humor he didn't appreciate from others. He was embarrassed it even came out of him. "Well, for your information, I met Coop one of the times I was volunteering at a food bank. Struggling families and homeless people would come in and get food that had been donated by local businesses. It's a cycle, you know. Most of us are down and out at some point in our lives. I don't know if I want to call it karma or universal balance or sowing-and-reaping, or what, but people were there for me when I was in need, and I just feel good being able to return that favor to others. Pass it on, and all that." "That's cool." "You should come with me next time. I'm always surprised how amazing it feels to help others out." "I'd like that," Andrew said, still feeling humbled. "So you helped Coop get some food?" "Yeah. On one of my lunch breaks, he came and sat down at the table with me and we got to talking. He told me he had been a property manager for a big apartment company and had been a bad workaholic, so his marriage completely fell apart and his ex-wife took the kids and left. Shortly after that, he was cut loose from his job with no warning. Part of his pay was housing, so suddenly he had 24 hours to get his stuff out and he had nowhere to go. He didn't find a job right away, so he lost the storage shed that had all his stuff in it and he was hard up. I felt bad for him because he seemed pretty upright." "Wow, that would be rough." "That's what I thought too. But one thing you learn quickly about the homeless is that there is always a story. I've heard many of them, from the plausible to the space aliens. Coop's seemed believable, and I really did need someone to oversee the campground, so that's why I actually asked around about him and verified his tale was true. I went back again the next week, and happily he was there, so I offered him the job and the rest is history." "How long ago was that?" "Oh, I don't know. Maybe ten years or so." John suddenly laughed as if to himself. "What?" "I guarantee he never figured he would be here doing what he's doing and loving every minute of it ten years later." "I'm happy for him, but what's so remarkable about that?" John glanced at him with that gleam of mischief in his eye again. "I bet you'd never guess!"

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Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2002 01:27:16 -0700 (PDT) From: neoboy_1 Subject: Jail life - Part 1 Usual disclaimers about gay adult material apply. Please send your comments to neoboy_1@gay.com JAIL LIFE - Part 1 By NeoBoy The circumstances that got me here somehow seemed unimportant. Why was life so unfair? For as long as I can remember I tried to help others and trusted them unconditionally. Where did that bring me? I was taken for a ride, used and framed, and finally sentenced to three years in this shit hole. And yet... On my first night here I had been thinking of my life: single white male in late twenties, disappointed in life, in people, realizing that I'll probably never find any love and understanding in this crazy world. So far, I was hoping against hope for a happy ending: a house, a wife, a couple of kids running in the yard, a dog, a cat, enjoyable work and modest savings account - but this put a definite end to it. To be honest, I never hit it off with girls - I had some good girl friends and I dated a few, but I left it at that. I was hoping for the right one to come, but she never did. Unlike all my friends who were constantly in sexual overdrive, my own needs were not that big. Also, I consider myself to be on the shallow end of the gene pool when it comes to cock size. It is very small when flaccid, and gets to about 5 1/2 inches when hard, thick at the base and narrowing along the shaft with a nicely shaped and proportional head. It comes with a pair of apricot sized balls hanging in a soft sack and that's it. Nothing spectacular. I'm nothing much to look at either: 6'1 with blond hair, blue eyes, fur covered hands, legs and butt, slightly overweight and always fighting to stay at least close to fit. I have a rough face and was never considered handsome. I used to change my looks every now and then: grow a goatee, or shave it off, dye my hair red or shave it off. I was looking for my true self, but I never found it. They put me in the cell with a huge 6'5 nigger called Snake. My large frame and 214 pounds seemed nothing compared to his 290 pounds of shear muscle. His head was shaved, mounted on a thick neck and adorned with a pair of almond shaped brown eyes, wide Negroid nose, big full lips and a strong square jaw. He looked like he could easily bite my head off. Wide shoulders and massive lats framed his torso: the huge pecs were standing out even through the gray cover-alls. His upper arms were probably the size of my thighs. He had a perfect narrow waist, and I expected him to have a matching 6 pack, even though I couldn't see. His thighs were almost twice as big as mine, but the most prominent feature on him was the massive weapon he packed up front. It was clearly visible in the sleeve of his pants, coming down his right thigh over two thirds of the way down to his knee. I was not comfortable being locked up in the same room with that animal, but somehow I managed to fall asleep. In the middle of the night I was woken up by being brutally thrown on the cell floor. Snake had grabbed me and turned me over, so I was lying on my stomach on the rough cement floor and then he mounted me, pinning my arms to the floor with his huge hands and my legs with his. I tried to break free, but his grip was like iron. I was still wearing my boxer shorts, but to may horror, I realized he was naked. His hardening monster was pressing on my butt crack and reaching almost half way along my back. He just held me there until he was sure I was fully awaken. Than he draw his lips to my ear and said in a deep low voice: "My white pussy, it's time for our first fuck.", and he started rubbing his cock on my body with long slow, fucking motions. I screamed off the top of my lungs: "Heeeelp!" He laughed continuing his slow pumping motion. My cry carried through the hallway, but nothing happened. "Help! He'll rape me!" I screamed again. He didn't stop for a second. He leaned again to my ear: "Listen pussy boy. No one will come. They expect me to do this. The management here decided it's best to pair us up and let us do whatever we want in our cells, as long as no one gets wasted. They supply us with lube and condoms and let us be. You can scream all you want, but no one will come. My last pussy has left, so they gave you to me. You are mine now, pussy." It took a few moments for the horrible reality of what he said to hit me. "Please, man, don't do this" - I begged him. "I'll do anything you want, but please don't do this". He never said a word, but just continued to rub his weapon against my back. I could feel it getting even longer and harder. I could not imagine being impaled on that thing. I was helpless, desperate. I started crying. He stopped the rubbing motion, but remained pressed against me. He brought my arms together and held them both in his left arm. With the right one he started stroking my hair. "Husssh", he whispered into my ear as he ran his hand gently through my hair. "Calm down, I haven't hurt you so far, have I?" For a couple of minutes, he continued whispering in my ear and stroking my hair, and my sobbing ceased. "Ok, pussy. I'll give you a choice" - he said. "You can choose to give your ass to me willingly, which is what I would prefer - or not to do it. Do you understand?" "Yes" - I managed to mutter out. "Now, I will tell you what will happen in both cases, ok?" He was still stroking my hair, and it somehow made me feel better. "If you choose to give it to me, I will be gentle and loving. I will break you in slowly. I won't lie to you, it will hurt a bit in the beginning, but later you'll enjoy it more than anything you ever experienced before. I will also protect you from others and no one will bother you. Also, I'll train you and get you into shape for free" - he laughed. "Now that doesn't sound that bad, does it?" "But I can not..." I started to speak, and he silenced me again. "Husssh, ... let me finish. If you choose not to give it to me, which I hope for your sake you won't, I'll have to rape you. You see, I have to keep my reputation around here. I will have to butcher you up in the worst possible way. Your ass will be ripped apart, and you won't be able to walk for weeks. It will be a bloody mess. When you do get out from the infirmary, you will be everybody's whore. They will gang rape you in the showers whenever they want to, and I'll still be up your ass every night. You will wish you were dead." I already wished that. I was literally fucked. He released my hands and un-mounted me. I was still in shock and remained there on the floor. He took the mattress from his bunk and placed it un the floor next to me. Than he lifted me up and placed me on the mattress. "That's better," he whispered "isn't it?" "Thanks" I replied. He straddled me, put his hands on my shoulders and started massaging me. "Now, relax", he said. "I won't hurt you. You are so tense." Lying on the mattress was better than the rough floor, and the pressure of his gigantic fuck tool was removed from my back (it was now towering above me) and I could only feel the soft brush of his equally oversized ball sack on my lower back, and his powerful but gentle hands on my shoulders. He continued massaging my shoulders, my neck, my back along my spine... To my amazement I did relax and feel a lot better. He repositioned himself so he could do my lower back, so he was now straddling me around my knees. His hands continued massaging me and I felt so good, but than he grab hold of my waist band and started pulling by shorts down. I tensed and nearly jumped in panic. He stopped. "Dave", he assured me, "I will not hurt you. I promise. I will only continue massaging you, ok?" The fact that he called me by name was helpful. I chose to trust him. He didn't attempt to undress me but started the massage again from my neck, my shoulders, down my spine to the lower back. I was relaxed again, and I trusted him. When he reached my waistband again, I decided to help him, and raised my but from the mattress. He pulled my shorts gently down towards my knees. He slid his hand under me and took my balls and my flaccid cock into the palm of his hand. He gave me a gentle squeeze and pulled his hand from under me. This was a very strange experience for me, but not unpleasant either. I lowered myself onto the mattress and he continued massaging my buttocks and thighs. From time to time he would run his fingers up and down my ass crack, brushing softly against the hole, and I didn't mind - it was quite pleasant. He took my shorts off and moved onto massaging my calves and my feet next. By this time, I was loving it. Listening to his deep and rhythmic breathing and feeling his strong arms working my body like this felt like heaven. I must be mad, this guy threatened to rip my ass apart, to savage me in a most brutal manner. But he also offered to give me pleasure like I never new - didn't he? And this was pleasure, no mistake about it. He finished massaging my feet and sat on the mat by my side. He put his arm around my back, leaned over me and softly kissed the back of my neck. He whispered into my ear: "Turn on your back my sweet pussy." I did what he asked and his face was now above mine. The absurdity of the situation suddenly hit me: I was in a jail cell, with the most frightening nigger I've ever seen, both of us naked, I knew he could seriously harm me and he threatened to do so if I wouldn't let him fuck me, and yet I felt safe, secure and was completely trusting him. If I was a one of those faggots that would kill for a guy like this in their sack it would make sense, but I wasn't. I even didn't mind him calling me his pussy. Good thing the cell was dark, because I must have turned crimson on that thought. He straddled me again resting his soft ball sack on mine. He stretched his upper body allowing me the full view of the object that freaked me out when I first felt it pressed against my back - his gigantic fuck tool. It was the most amazing piece of man meet I've ever seen. It was hard and standing upright, looking as big as my forearm. I felt dizzy at the sight. He took my hands in his and gently kissed the inside and outside of each palm. He then let go of my left arm and started massaging the right one. First the hand, than the forearm, than the biceps, and finally the triceps, leaving the hand resting on the mattress above my head. Than he repeated it all with my left arm. It felt so good. He rested his arms on my elbows and lowered his body on mine. For the second time that evening, my body was pinned down by his. For the second time I was helpless, and for the second time his monstrous cock was pressed against my body, only this time I wasn't horrified, I wasn't tense any more, and I wasn't trying to break free. I was totally relaxed, I totally trusted him and I was totally enjoying it. He brought his big soft lips to mine. He wasn't forceful, he wasn't demanding - he was waiting. I enjoyed the beautiful new sensation for a while and decided I wanted more. I parted my lips inviting him to enter. He bestowed on me a wonderful passionate kiss - nothing like I ever experienced before. His tong playing with mine, exploring my mouth, reaching deeper and deeper, almost into my throat. I was so disappointed when he broke away from the kiss. I wanted it to last forever. Again he whispered in my ear: "Dave, I'm so glad you chose to give yourself to me." His words struck me. Did I? I thought for a second and realized the obvious truth: I did. This man showed me how gentle and loving he can be and that was enough for me to trust him. I was quite at ease with being his, but the pussy part still frightened me a lot. He must have realized what I was thinking because started whispering in my ear again: "Dave, did you enjoy me right now?" "Yes Snake," I answered, "more than anything I ever experienced." He kissed me again, deeply, passionately. "Don't worry Dave, I will be as gentle and loving when I fuck you as I was now, and you will enjoy it even more. Do you believe me?" I didn't hesitate to answer "Yes, Snake. I do." He let go of my elbows and raised himself to straddle me again. He started running his hands from my elbows to my armpits, down my side to my belly and up to my chest. He rubbed on my nipples and squeezed them gently. That felt amazing. I sensed my cock stirring. He was massaging my body, my stomach, my sides, my chest, my armpits; rubbing and squeezing my nipples. Soon I had a raging hard-on. Even fully hard, my cock was a midget compared to his black giant towering over it. He started rubbing my cock with his right hand, while his left was still playing with by body, teasing, squeezing, rubbing, caressing. He moved further down my body, so he could bring his mouth to my cock. I felt his soft lips engulfing the head. The moist and softness of his mouth was incredible. I was ecstatic. Being limited to hand jobs I was giving myself from time to time, I had never experienced anything like this. Than the sucking begun. And the movement of his had up and down my shaft. I was in heaven. He took my whole cock into his mouth and thought I was going to die of pleasure. It took only a couple of moments for my body to convulse and I came. Snake pulled away from my member and moved up to my head again. He kissed me filling my mouth with my own cum. The taste was new and funky, but I liked it. I realized right than and there I that would like anything coming from this incredible man. "Thank you Snake. I love being your pussy." In response, he took my hand and drove it to the base of his shaft. For the first time I touched it with my hand. I was so thick, I could not encircle it with my hand. Snake lowered himself to the mattress next to me, allowing me better access. I sat up and took his hard monster with both hands. I started rubbing it up and down - like I would do with my midget - but this was something else. "How long is it, anyway?" I asked. "10 inch soft, baby," he answered "but when handled properly it gets to 15". Holy tomalley, I thought to myself, that's incredible. As I was stroking it, I felt pre-cum running down my hand. This was the moment - I had to taste it. I leaned to the huge head and licked the pre-cum with my tong. It was a salty rich taste. I loved it. I opened my mouth wide and took the head in. I wanted to copy what Snake did to me. I started sucking and moving my head up and down his shaft. Snake was moaning deeply and I knew he liked it. I wanted to take him in like he took me (like I ever could) but as the head hit the back of my throat I gagged and had to pull away. Snake rose up and put his hand around my back. He whispered to my ear: "Easy, there. I don't want my beautiful bride to choke to death on our wedding night." He kissed me. I loved his passion, and his teasing. "Dave, I will teach you to take it all down you throat, but it requires practice. For now you can use your hands to pump the shaft and your mouth to suck on the head, ok?" "Yes, my love" I replied as he laid back and I was back to business. I started pumping his shaft with my hands, and sucking vigorously on the head. Snake's moans become deeper and deeper. I continued milking him for some ten minutes and than his breathing became shallow and sort, shaking his body and I knew it was time for the fireworks. The first gush took me by surprise as it filled my mouth and hit my throat with unimaginable force. I swallowed it quickly and 7 more followed equally strong and rich and plentiful. The taste was as rich as the pre-cum, but less salty and the texture was different. I gulped everything. "Wow" I smiled "this is a full meal right there." Snake laughed. "Since you liked it so much, I must remember to feed you regularly." He pulled me to him, embraced me and gave me another of his wonderful passionate kisses. "Remember my first words to you?" he asked teasingly. "No, what?" "They were: My white pussy, it's time for our first fuck!". He gently stroke my hair again, "Well, my pussy, how was it?" "Heavenly", I answered and rested my head on his arm. "I can hardly wait for the next." I dozed off to sleep with one thought: the same words that horrified me earlier and made me wish my life was over, now sounded so sweet and loving, and I had a feeling my life was just beginning. Maybe I had to end up here to found that true self that evaded me before. I slept peacefully in the arms of my lover.

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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 01:17:20 -0700 (PDT) From: neoboy_1 Subject: Jail Life - Part 4 Usual disclaimers about gay adult material apply. Please send your comments to neoboy_1@gay.com JAIL LIFE - Part 4 By NeoBoy "OK" I answered "let's talk about it" although I wasn't sure what Snake's purpose in doing this was. I did disobey him earlier, and I was told I deserved punishment - I had already accepted that. Snake studied my face for some time, and noticed my confusion. "My sweet pussy" he said and gave me another kiss. I parted my lips inviting him to enter, and he penetrated deep into my mouth with his tong making it clear once more what my role in this relationship were: I was to be penetrated and used for his pleasure in every conceivable way. I actually loved it. I trusted him and felt safe in his arms. What last night and this morning brought I could not deny: although I considered myself straight, my relationships with girls were less than successful, and until last night my sex life was pretty much limited to hand jobs I was giving myself from time to time. This was my first sexual experience with men in which both the guard and my cell mate treated me as their pussy. The guard actually fucked me up my ass and I enjoyed it. After that I was fucking myself with a rubber cock and imagining my cell mate pounding me. How sick was that? I was ashamed. I could not look into Snake's eyes. "Look at me Dave" Snake broke the silence "it's obvious that we need to talk about many things". I managed to look up to Snake's beaming face - his smile was captivating. He knew that calling me by name would make me feel better. "I know it is hard for you to come to terms with what you found out about yourself and I'm sorry if it was too fast, but I too had to know where you stand." Snake started tracing the features of my face with the tips of his right hand fingers, my eyebrows, my cheekbones, my nose, my lips. "Let me tell you what I see" he spoke softly and gently. "I see a beautiful young man, confused about his sexuality, ashamed of what he found out about himself and having a very low self esteem when it comes to his physical looks. Am I right?" I nodded affirmative. "You turn to food for comfort when you are down, right?" Again, I nodded affirmative. "You fight being overweight, but you are constantly loosing the battle, right?" Yes, he was right. "Do you think your looks are the real problem?" Well, now it certainly wasn't, that was for sure. He knew I was aware of that. "How do you do that?" I asked him. "Do what?" he was playing dumb. "Know what I'm thinking about." "I'm trained to get into peoples' minds" he said with a smile. He reached for my hands with his, brought them to his lips and kissed each. "But you are an open book, my sweet Dave. You are special and valuable to me, can you believe that?" No, I couldn't honestly say that. "I'll tell you why" he continued. "Most men, when they are put through what you just experienced - being violated and humiliated by other men - would close off, resist and hate the ones who did it to them. Because they are fuckers, they can not tolerate being used as pussies. Their response would be to try and fuck the one who did it to them, or the first person that comes along, just to prove they are still men. Mark was like that. I had to be really careful to affirm him as a man and bring him other pussies to fuck to keep him sane - and happy. I was gentle to him and when taking him and I was helping him become a better man: stronger, more dominant, more sure of himself. Even though I used him as my pussy, I treated him as a fuck buddy. You are different Dave." He pulled me close to him, his huge arms holding me in a hug I could and would never break from, and he whispered in my ear: "You ARE a natural pussy Dave, a total fag. I knew it by the way you reacted to my affections, and even more so by how you have enjoyed being fucked by Mark." He broke the hug and took my head in his hands, looking into my eyes with his intoxicating smile: "I know it's hard for you to accept that, and I know you think of fags as pathetic, spineless sissies that are quite despicable. But the beauty of it is that you are not that. That makes you special and rare. Your morals kept you from even considering such a possibility, and they saved you from being turned into such a person. Although that is what some dominant males like because it makes them more sure of themselves - I don't want you to became like that. I will force you to get in shape, and get stronger, like Mark, but unlike Mark, I will also help you accept that fact that you are a pussy. How do you feel about that?" I had to gather my thoughts for a few moments and really take in what Snake was telling me. "I am afraid, but I also feel safe in your arms. I know you are right, but it's not easy to accept it - I'll need time to." "You'll have all the time in the world" he assured me moving for another kiss. I parted my lips in invitation again - this has become so natural to me now with my lover - and Snake's tong again entered my mouth, probing and playing with mine. He still held my head in his hands and being taken by him like that made me feel so good." The kiss seemed to last forever, but Snake finally broke it. Again he pulled away and was looking me straight in the eyes. The smile was gone from his face, and now he was very serious and stern, but in my eyes that made him even more beautiful. My heart was pounding. "Now, remember" he brought his right hand to the chain around my neck and gave it a gentle tug to remind me of it, "you are MY pussy. Mark will be training you and stretching your pussy until you are ready to take me, but he does it only with my permission. If you are approached by any of the other fuckers that would like to do you, or if you want to do it with some of them - you come to me first, OK?" I nodded affirmative, although I couldn't think of wanting another inmate to fuck me. As for the possibility of others hitting on me, or forcing themselves on me - I was greatly concerned. Again, Snake seemed to know what I was thinking about. "You are my property - my sweet pussy - and no one will dare take you without first asking me. But if it makes you feel more comfortable, I can teach you to defend yourself." He was thinking for a while and gave me a mischievous smile "Hmmmm, I can also make sure they can not hurt you..." I gave him a puzzled look, but he just shook it off "Never mind pussy, you'll find out in time." His face was serious again: "Now about your punishment." "Yes Snake?" although I accepted it, I was still nervous about it. Snake noticed that and stroked my hair like he did last night to calm me down. "Punishment is a very important thing in your training, my sweet pussy. I will never be cruel to you, or subject you to pain without a good reason. The purpose of it is to change your thinking - to help you grow. Each time before you are punished, we will first discuss what is it that you did wrong, and what attitudes you need to change. OK?" "OK" I said quickly. Snake continued stroking my hair. "Physical pain is a good tool to remind you of the lesson you are learning and the things you need to change - if it is applied properly. You should know one thing about me pussy, and it's better if you heard it from me. Before I was thrown here I was an agent. My specialty was interrogation. Most people think that has to do with torture, and although I am an expert in that area, my job had as much to do with getting into peoples minds as it has to with using pain." I must have let my jaw drop in shock, but that did not stop Snake from continuing: "I got to know too much, so they decided to put me away for a while. Did I kill a few people? Sure I did, but I was just following my orders. However, I am the best so they can not afford to waste me. They will need me again. That is why other inmates don't mess with me, and will not mess with my property either." He stopped talking and waited for his words to sink in. My mind was in overdrive trying to process all that Snake just told me. Others will leave me alone, at least that part was definitely good. But the reason why they would do that was very unsettling - Snake being feared for torturing and killing people, that was not good. What did I get myself into? I was sure Snake knew exactly what I was thinking about, but this time he offered no words of reassurance. He just held me and looked relentlessly into my eyes with a serious expression on his face. He was waiting for me to make a move. I studied his face. There was no trace of rage, hate or fury in it - as a matter of fact I don't remember ever seeing any on his beautiful face, even in the moments he was angry. At times he could look menacing - or I should say more menacing because his appearance was by no means tame - but that was a very deliberate and calculated performance, designed to have a certain effect which he had used on me before, and I would also say which never failed. He did not appear deranged or even psychotic. I was not afraid that he would hurt me - at least as long as I obeyed. But I was still concerned about what lied beneath the cold and calculated exterior. He did show kindness to me, but I knew it was as calculated as his "anger" was. Designed to manipulate me, and that was unsettling. "I trust you Snake, and I feel secure with you, but at the same time I'm worried about what you really feel" I decided to be honest. "Good" he smiled at me, "very good, my sweet pussy." He took me by the hands and simply asked "So, are you ready for it?" Well, this had to be done, so I might as well do it now, I though. "Yes Snake, go ahead." "You made it much easier because you already seem to understand the issue. I expect total obedience from you, which means that in future you will do whatever I order, and you will do it without hesitation" he continued explaining. "The reason you will do it is because you trust me, not because you fear me, OK?" "OK" I confirmed. "That doesn't mean that your opinion doesn't count and will not be considered. Whenever there is an important issue I will ask for your opinion, and you can always offer it on your own. You can be sure that I will listen to it and consider it, but you will always obey me because you will trust me that I want what's best for you. Understood?" "Yes Snake." "Now, let's talk about what happened this morning. You reacted to my affection with hate. Was that OK?" "No Snake, it wasn't. I'm sorry about that. It will not happen again." "Good. Also, you disobeyed when Mark ordered you to come for his inspection. You must understand that if you trust and obey me, you must also trust and obey people I allow to have power over you. Is that clear?" "Clear." "As far as others go, you will show them respect, but you are not obliged to obey them. If you wish to serve them, you may do so, but for any sexual contact you must ask me first. Of course, that doesn't apply to Mark; he may have you whenever he wants, and you will obey him as you obey me, unconditionally. Got it?" "Got it." "Good, my sweet pussy. Now tell me what are you punished for, and what will you learn from it." "I was disrespectful towards you in responding hatefully to your affections. I also didn't show obedience and trust when Mark gave me a command. I will learn to respect and completely obey you, because I trust you want what's best for me. I will also respect and obey the people you entrust me to, like Mark." "Excellent, my sweet pussy. Now bring me the toy box." I stood up and approached the shelf, picked up the box from the shelf and gave it to Snake. He opened it and took three items from it. First was a pair of black plastic clamps, with wide clamping ends, connected with a chain. Second was a strange device that was made of two identical wooden boards shaped like a wave, with wide peaks and narrow valley. In the middle of each peak there was a thumbscrew that made it possible for the peaces to be separated or fastened together. The whole device was about 14" from one end to the other, with the valley part in the middle. The third was the rubber paddle that I recognized previously, with a cock shaped handle. Snake gave the box back to me, and I put it on the shelf. When I turned around I saw that Snake had gotten up and he had the clamps in his hand. He motioned me to move towards the bars. "Pussy" he said to me firmly "you will assume a display position, like Mark did earlier. Put your hands on the back of your head, with your fingers locked and elbows pulled as far back as you can, and push your chest out." I obeyed instantly, and Snake was pleased. "Good, pussy, think of exposing and opening yourself for me to do whatever I please with you. Now, if I'm in front of you, you will have your legs and buttocks together, exposing your cock for my pleasure, but if I am behind you, you will stick your ass out and part your legs slightly allowing me access to your pussy, got it?" "Yes, Snake" I confirmed, exposing my cock as requested. Snake approached and put the clamps on my nipples. The wide clamping areas bit me ferociously and sent a wave of pain through my body, radiating from my nipples, but in a few moments the pain subsided. I kept my position and Snake was pleased. "The pain will get much worse in time pussy" he smiled at me "but that's how you'll learn best. Face the bars!" I did as ordered and I exposed my pussy this time. I couldn't see Snake any more and he seemed standing still. Minutes have passed and I started feeling the pain from my nipples again. It seemed to get worse. Pretty soon I wanted nothing but to be released from it. I knew better so I maintained my position. Snake didn't say anything but he came close to me from behind and grabbed my hands. He guided them to rest on the horizontal bar at waist level. I grab hold of the bar. "Now squat as deep as you can pussy" he ordered. Again, I did as I was told immediately. Snake sat on the mat behind me, grabbed hold of my balls and started pulling them back. Next thing I felt was the wooden board being placed below my buttocks, so that the peaks were around my legs, and the valley between them, pushing towards the base of my cock. My balls were stretched into the valley and the other board was placed above the first and screwed to it, holding my balls wedged in the valley and my ball sack squeezed between the boards. "Now, be very careful when you get up pussy, because you can not straighten up. Go slowly as far as you can until you feel pain from your balls being stretched too much." I did as I was told, so I first straightened my legs with my body bowed down and slowly rose up till I was a bit above horizontal, that was as far as I could go. Now the pain from my nipples was joined by the pain from my stretched balls. I whished this was over, but it didn't even begun. Snake squeezed some gel from the tube and started rubbing my hole. Now that was pleasurable, and I almost forgot the pain I was in. He was loosening it up with his fingers, and then started to push the cock shaped paddle handle in. Pretty soon it was all the way in. He went slowly and that was so much pleasure, but when he hit the spot I realized what he was doing. My cock started swelling, which increased the pressure on my balls, and they started hurting much more. The worse thing is that I couldn't do anything about it. Soon I was rock hard. I bowed lower trying to lessen the pain and pressure in my balls. "Perfect, pussy. Now you are in the proper position." He slowly withdrew the cock handle and waited for a few moments. And then "wham". A fierce blow of the paddle landed on my but, and I instinctively tried to straighten up and move away, but the device pulled on my balls so hard that I screamed and doubled up in pain. "wham", "wham", "wham", "wham" came other blows on either of my ass cheeks. My eyes filled with tears and I could not think about anything but the pain and wanted it to stop. And the assault did stop, for a while. "What is your lesson pussy?" Snake asked. "To show respect to you and be obedient to you, and people you give power over me." "Will you do that, pussy?" "Yes, Snake. I will." "And why will you do that, pussy?" "Because I trust you, and you want what's best for me." "Very good, pussy. Now I'll give you some more, so you don't ever forget that." I prepared myself for the blows, but Snake started working my hole again and getting my cock hard again to maximize the effect. My balls hurt, my nipples hurt and my ass hurt. When Snake pulled the cock handle out of my hole, I prepared myself for another assault. "Wham", "wham", "wham", "wham", "wham", "wham". The blows came on both of the cheeks. There was a break and then the last blow came much softer than others, and landed directly on my balls. It took all of my strength not to scream. "I'm proud of you, my sweet pussy" Snake was reassuring me "you did great". He bent down and gave a gentle kiss to both of my reddened cheeks, and my balls. He gently licked them. "Now squat again." I did opposite to what I did before; first bent down as far as I could, and than squatted. Snake undid the screws and removed the device, releasing my balls. That felt great. Again he gave a gentle kiss and a lick to both. "Face me and display, my sweet pussy." I did as ordered. Snake got up and removed the clamps from my nipples. He kissed and a licked them too. He took the toys and put away the clamps and the ball stretcher. Than he washed the paddle handle in the sink, dried it and put it in the box too. I held my position. Snake set on the mat with his back to the wall, and motioned me to come over "sit in my lap, my sweet pussy." I did as I was told, straddling Snake and facing him. He took my hands into his and kissed them. Than he let my right arm go, and started massaging the left one. First the hand, than the forearm. than the upper arm. That felt so relaxing and good. I was watching his beautiful face, his muscled body, his strong arms and I felt safe, secure and contempt. Snake lifted my arm so he can continue massaging the back of the upper arm. When he was done, he repeated the same procedure with my right arm. Than he massaged my neck and shoulders and when he was done, he lifted both of my hands and placed them on the back of my head. I locked the fingers, and Snake continued massaging my chest. He was specially careful when massaging my nipples, and that felt great - I started getting excited again, And Snake felt my cock stiffen. He brought my hands down and took my head in his hands. He was looking at ma eyes, and whispering to me. "You are the most beautiful pussy I ever had. You were made for me. I never want to leave you Dave. I want to merry you when we get out of here. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and caring for you Dave." I was caught off guard. This is not at all what I imagined my future to be. I used to imagine having a wife, kids, a house, a dog and a cat, but not this. I never imagined spending my life with a 6'5 nigger called Snake who called me his sweet pussy and wanted to fuck me every day. But as I was in his arms, and his 15" now rock hard monster was poking me in my stomach I realized I was lowing it. I needed his love, I needed the discipline he was giving me, I needed his help to grow, I needed his love and care. I was his. Now and forever. He released his hold of my face and waited for me to make a move. I looked at him peacefully, lovingly, marveling at his beauty: at his broad shoulders, his upper arms almost big as my thighs, at his veined forearms and huge hands, at the mountains of muscle that formed his chest, at his firm 6 pack abs, at the shining head of his unbelievable cock pressing at my stomach. I lifted my eyes to his handsome face, the square yaw, the full lips, the wide nose and almond shaped brown eyes atop of it, to his small and beautiful ears, to the shining dome of his saved head. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you Snake. I want to wake up feeling your beautiful body next to mine, your strong arms holding me, your morning hard-on pressed against my body. I want to cover every inch of your beautiful body with kisses, to bathe it with my tong. I am yours Snake, now and forever." Snake gave me a broad warm smile, one that would melt an iceberg. My heard was pounding. I never thought I would find the love of my life in jail. I took Snake's left hand into my hands and started sucking on his fingers one by one; slowly, provocatively. I licked the palm, and the back of the hand and continued on with the forearm, covering every inch of it with my tong. Than I wend on to the massive upper arm. Tracing his huge muscles, his bulging veins was a dream. I lifted his arm like he did with mine when giving me a massage, to lick the back of the upper arm. I was careful not to miss an inch of it. Snake placed the hand behind his neck and offered me the other one, indicating that he was pleased with my service. That made me so happy. I repeated the same procedure with the other arm, and in a while Snake has both if his hands locked behind his neck, offering his body for my worship. His hairless pits were sweaty and smelly, intoxicating. I got up on my knees and moved slightly away to be able to reach better. I started by licking the left site of his body, along the huge lats, towards the pit where beads of sweat have formed. The closer I got the richer was the taste, salty, bitter, strong like everything else on my man. I wished I could cover myself with his smell so I would be reminded of my beautiful husband all day long. Like before, I was careful not to miss an inch of it. Having cleaned his left side, I moved to the right one, once more enjoying the beautiful and rich taste of my man. Having completed that, I moved to his chest. I started by tracing the mountain of muscle from the left armpit along the ribcage below it to the deep valley that ran along the sternum to the collar bone above, and back to the armpit. I repeated the same circle next time, only smaller. The third time around, my tong came to the nipple which I traced, and started sucking. I heard Snake moan. I continued doing my circles, until the left side of the chest was covered. Off course, I did the same with the right side. Now it was time for more "pressing" issues. I wanted to bathe the most wonderful and the most exciting part of my lover's anatomy - his enormous fuck tool. I moved down on it, starting with the huge balls. I licked the ball sack, tasting another wonderful aroma of my man. I took one of his balls into my mouth at the time (there was no way I could fit both), sucking and licking it. When that was done, I continued licking along the shaft towards the purple head. This gave me a taste of something else, a mix of dried cum, ass juices and lube from Snake's previous visit to the guard's insides. When I have covered every inch of the shaft, I took the pre-cum covered head into my mouth. I licked around and sucked, and Snake was now moaning loudly, and his breathing got quicker. I used my hands to work the spit covered shaft. It was wonderful to know I could give so much pleasure to my man. When his breathing got shallow and erratic, I knew he was about to shoot. I started sucking harder, bobbing my head up and down on his loving monster and stroking the shaft harder with my hands. Snake convulsed and released a huge load into my mouth, I could hardly swallow all but I continued milking him, and several more shots came. How I loved eating my lover's cum. The taste was as rich and as satisfying as it was last night. Even more satisfying was the pleasure I was giving him. When Snake's climax subsided, I let his slightly softened cock from my mouth and gave it a long and passionate kiss. I continued running my tong upwards, over his stomach, along the valley between his pecks, to his neck. I licked along his throat, the prominent Adam's apple, the under chin and to his lips. I continued licking his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his closed eyes. I had no doubt what I wanted any more. I whispered to him softly. "Snake, my love, my husband, I want you to make me completely yours. Please fuck me. I want to feel your beautiful cock buried deep in me. I want you to fill my insides with your love juice. Thank you for showing me what I really am, what I need. Thank you for caring for me and loving me." Snake took charge again putting his arms around me and holding me tight. The hug was an inescapable iron grip, but he whispered gently in to my ear: "My sweet pussy. You truly are wonderful and special to me. How could I refuse such a request. I must be very careful to prepare you, otherwise you may end up hurt pretty badly. I won't lie to you: it will hurt, and you will feel sore for a couple of days, are you sure you want me to do it now?" "Yes Snake, I'm sure."

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Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 22:58:40 -0500 From: john smith Subject: Dominating Jake The following story is a work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. This story details sexual acts between two teenage boys. If you do not approve of this, do not read any further. Dominating Jake My name is Jake and I'm a freshman at college. I live in one of the boy's dorms and share a room with a dude named Chris. He's a little over six feet, with dark hair and eyes. His body is very well-built, with strong arms and ripped abs, and from half-caught glimpses when he was changing I knew he had a tightly-stuffed basket. I'm smaller than he is, only 5'9 and 155 pounds. My hair is a very light brown and my eyes are gray, and my body could best be described as average: not too strong, not too weak, but just right. My one outstanding feature is my dick: it's 9.5 inches but not really all that thick. Anyway, Chris and I got along fine for the first few months. He was a big partier and was out almost every night, which suited me fine as I had just discovered the wonders of the net. I would sit at my computer each night, downloading videos and pics and jacking off for hours before I came. While we weren't really friends we were polite to each other, and I thoroughly enjoyed my life at school. Until, inevitably, he caught me out. I had been surfing through some Yahoo groups, downloading some movies of guys fucking each other. I was naked in my chair, my cock was rock hard, and I had just started a fullscreen video of a cute young blond getting plowed, when I heard the lock click. Chris came stomping through the door, cursing, and flung his coat to the floor. He turned around, saw me sitting petrified at my desk, and went absolutely still. His eyes took in my bare chest, moved up to the moaning young man on the screen, and went down to my crotch. "Shit!" he snarled, ripped open the door and ran out, slamming it behind him. The mood pretty well ruined I packed it in, dressing and erasing the files on my computer (like it mattered anymore). Things got bad after that. Chris would alternately ignore me or taunt me, and twice he shoved me hard out of his way. He would leave the room to change clothes and was careful to always be fully clothed around me. I don't think he told anyone, but he treated me with undisguised contempt in front of everyone. The atmosphere in our room got so unpleasant that I started to stay out of it as much as I can. Sometimes I couldn't avoid him, though, and this Saturday was one of those times. It was drawing close to exam time, and I had to write a ten page history paper. I was working away at my computer at about eight o'clock when Chris came in, obviously drunk and sullen. He had broken up with his girlfriend a couple of days ago, and I guess he didn't feel up to going out. He flopped down on his bed and pulled a bottle of beer out of his mini-fridge, draining half of it in one go. As long as he was quiet I was willing to ignore him, but he seemed to have something on his mind. "Fucking bitch," he muttered, swigging his beer. "Fucking cunt. Goddamned whore." He reached for another bottle and drank deep. "Jake." I jumped, caught off guard. Now what? "I got a problem, Jake, and you're gonna solve it." "Yeah, Chris? What problem's that?", I said, figuring it was best to play it out. "You see, Beth's a dirty fucking slut. She don't want me anymore. But I gotta cock. And my cock's gotta blow. I don't gotta girl. But I got you." What? I turned in my chair, not sure what he had just said. He was sitting up and looking at me with slitted eyes. "See," he said, "you're a fag, and fags need cock. You're a fag, I'm a cock. You were made for me. And I need it now." He stood up, swaying slightly. "Whatever man, you're drunk, just go to sleep ok?" I stood too, and began edging for the door. "No, `cause you're a fag, and I gotta blow." With this he lunged at me, catching me at the waist and knocking me to the floor. I tried to struggle free but he was too strong, pinning me to the floor and climbing on top of me. He knelt over my chest, trapping my arms under his knees. I winced with pain and said, my voice giving a panicky quaver: "Ok Chris, you're hurting me, please let me go." He leaned over and looked me in the eye from a few inches away, his beery breath washing over me, and said: "No." He leaned back, the pain in my arms making me whimper, and unzipped his fly. He pulled his half-hard cock out of his boxers and gave it a couple of strokes. He then reached one hand down to my bicep, his fingers finding a pressure point, which he squeezed hard. The sudden stab of pain forced me to cry out, and he smiled. Still squeezing, he said: "You're a fag, and you're gonna suck this. If you don't, I'm gonna hurt you bad. You understand?" The pain was excruciating, and I gasped out: "Ok, ok, I'll suck you." He immediately let go and stood up. He reached down and hauled me to my feet, and then stumbled over to the door and shoved his dresser in front of it, blocking any escape. "Come over here", he said. Massaging my arm, I slowly walked over to him. "Strip," he growled, staring hard at me. I pulled my shirt over my head, my eyes coming to rest on his protruding cock. He caught my glance and said: "Yeah, I know you want it. I've seen you watching me. Well, don't worry fag, you're gonna get all you want tonight." Trembling slightly, I kicked off my shoes and undid my belt. My pants dropped to the floor, followed by my boxers, and I stood dressed only in my socks, holding my hands in front of my crotch. "Shit," he said, "is the fag shy? Take your hands away, let's see what the little fag's got." I let my arms hang down at my side, baring my limp dick to his view. My dick is average looking when soft, only betraying its real size when hard. "Heh, look at the little fag, all shriveled up. Wanna see what a real man looks like? Get over here and take my clothes off." I hesitated, and he snapped "NOW!" I moved over to him and started to unbutton his shirt. He stood smiling as I fumbled with the buttons, enjoying his power over me. I slid his shirt down over his arms and lifted his undershirt over his head. His beautiful muscular chest was bared, and I have to admit I enjoyed the view. His quarter-sized nipples were pink and hard, and there wasn't a single hair anywhere. I undid his belt, careful not to touch his jutting prick, and unbuttoned his jeans. I let his pants fall to the floor, and knelt to untie his shoes. As I tugged each shoe off, Chris balancing himself with a hand on my head, I couldn't help but admire his large, sock clad feet. After I got his pants from around his ankles I reached up and took hold of his boxers. His rock hard cock made pulling them down a little tricky, but at last I managed it, leaving him standing in all his masculine glory. For being such a fucking homophobic shithead, he really was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. He tottered over and collapsed on his bed, leaning back against the wall with his butt over the edge, feet on the floor. The better to give me full access, it seemed, as he said: "Alright. Get over here and suck. No teeth!" I crawled over to kneel in between his legs, looking up at his rampant prick. It was about six inches and was surrounded by a thick bush of dark hair. His balls were big and mostly hairless. I grasped his shaft with my hand and pulled it forward, slipping my lips over the head. His cock tasted wonderful, easily the best of the three I've sucked so far. I started to slide my lips up and down, sucking in more of his teen-jock rod with every downward stroke. I soon had the whole thing in my mouth, bobbing away and hearing him moan with lust. "Lick my balls, fag." I let his dick pop out of my mouth and leaned down to suck first one and then the other of his huge balls. I was really starting to get into this, my dick growing longer and fuller. I jacked his cock with one hand and rolled his balls between my fingers, sitting back to take in the view. This stud had forced me to do something I would have loved to do anyway. The beer seemed to be catching up to him now, he was totally out of it, panting with the pleasure I was giving him. I had always had dreams about being in control of a hot stud like him. And here I am, at the other end of it, giving this smug fuck what he wants. Well, screw that. This jock thinks he's in control, but we'll see. Still jacking his cock, I leaned forward and looked at the tight pick pucker hiding under his balls. I stuck out my tongue and cupped one of his balls, lifting it upward. I held his sack up with my hand, squeezing gently, as I prodded his hot hole with the tip of my tongue. Hearing a gasp I licked over the whole area, putting pressure on his rosebud as I passed it. I started to worship that tasty flower, working at it, covering it with spit and pressing in at the center. As I wiggled my tongue inside it I jerked him faster, feeling his hole stretch slightly to allow me even deeper. Soon I had my tongue as deep as I could go and I curled it, feeling the thick walls of his channel contract around it. His hole was sloppy wet now, and I pulled out of his ass to lave even more spit into it. My cock was rock solid and ready for a good long fuck, even with the prospect of a horrible beating if Chris objected. From his reaction so far, that might not be a sure thing. I stood up on my knees and sucked his cock down to the base a couple of times, just to keep him occupied. As I lined my nine inch rod up with his virgin pucker I started jerking him again and watched his face. His eyes stayed closed as I pushed the head up against his hole, and he didn't react as I slowly increased the pressure. I was pounding away at his dick now, and continued even as the head of my cock broke through. His eyes flew open and he grunted, but he didn't pull away. I pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling the hot velvet passage grip my dick until my pubes came up against his nuts. I left it where if was for a few seconds before drawing back until my cockhead was just inside his ring. I pushed forward faster, hearing him groan as my shaft rubbed his prostate. Taking this as a sign, I left off his dick and increased my pace, fucking in and out of that tight man-cunt, and Chris was right along with me. He was sighing and panting, twisting his nipples with one hand and his other was a blur on his cock. I was slamming away, plunging up the hilt and back, even pulling out completely and ramming back in. Chris was mumbling now, saying "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." over and over. His nutsack tightened and streams of cum went flying from his prick, coating his face and chest with puddles of thick cream. Not missing a beat I scooped some up and licked it off my fingers, tasting the sweet, salty juice. Chris's ring had clamped around my dick and I couldn't hold back. I jammed my cock up into his guts and loosed a huge load. I felt my cum squishing around my shaft, dammed up in Chris's ass by the solid plug of my prick. Chris had his arm over his face, cum dripping down his cheeks and heaving chest. I stayed where I was, my softening cock still held by his tightly clenched asslips. Finally, Chris's arm dropped away from his face and his opened his eyes. He looked right into mine and said quietly: "Fuck dude. That was awesome." I pulled my dick out, letting a flood of cum drool down his ass crack. I stood up and found his shirt, using it to clean off my dick. He sat there watching me as I pulled my clothes on and went back to working on my paper. As I typed I didn't hear him move for almost an hour, and when he did it was to get under his blankets. What was he thinking? Would I get beaten up tomorrow? I worked on steadily, calling it quits at around 2 a.m. Chris was gone when I woke up, and hadn't returned when I got back from class. I fired up my computer and continued working, adding almost a page to my paper before I heard him come in. I didn't turn my head as I listened to him move around the room, hearing the thud of his shoes hitting the floor and the sound of his zipper being drawn down. He was taking his pants off? I tensed as I felt him step up behind me, and I flinched as his hand reached over my shoulder to place something on my desk. It was a half empty bottle of lube, and I stared at it for a second before turning around. He was naked, kneeling on his bed on all fours facing the wall. When he saw me looking, he said, a catch in his voice: "Please dude. I need it." His engorged prick was hanging down, and he used one of his hands to pull open his crack, revealing his hole. I picked up the bottle and stood up, walking over to him. His eyes followed me until I was behind him, then he closed them and turned his head away. Quickly stripping off my clothes, I opened the bottle and squeezed out a glob of lube, rubbing it between my fingers. I placed my index finger in the center of his pucker, pressing in and a feeling for his prostate. His cock jumped when I found it, and I worked my finger around to widen his hole, adding a second and then a third finger a few minutes later. He was shuddering now, body swaying in time to my finger fucking. With my other hand I poured a stream of lube over my cock, smearing it all over with my fist. I pulled my fingers out, his empty hole staring at me like an accusing eye, and lined my dick up, sliding it home in this stud's ass for the second time in 24 hours. I didn't bother to build up slowly, just slammed away like a fucking rabbit, my pistoning cock tearing heaving gasps out of his hot mouth. Too soon the familiar grip of his ecstasy-tightened ring clamping around my dick signaled his release, and the feel of it milked out my own load. I pulled out after a couple of spurts, letting the rest of my cum blast up over his sweating back. He went limp as his orgasm trailed off, collapsing on his side to reveal the puddle of spunk from his untouched dick soaking into his sheets. I got up and again used his discarded shirt to wipe the mess off my dick. I leaned over and pulled aside up his ass cheek, using the shirt to clean the slime from his reddened hole. As I pulled on my clothes I heard his faint whisper: "Thanks." Things were great after that. Remembering the terror I had felt when he had caught me I never hinted to anyone that he was less than straight, but he was so desperate to feel my cock up his ass that he would instantly strip and spread whenever I gave the word. Wherever, too, as he proved when I fucked him in various places around campus and the town. I had that hot man cunt in his girlfriend's suite common room, as she was taking a nap in her room next door; a hidden corner of the track team's lockerroom as his teammates showered up after a meet; and once in the bathroom of the most popular bar in town, so that when he went back out to dance he had a pad of toilet paper stuck in the back of his boxers to keep my cum from staining his shorts. Our first year is ending tomorrow, and as hard as it will be to give up my toy boy for the summer, we'll be back together for all of next year. I can tell that he can hardly wait. Comments welcome: Danrafe3@hotmail.com

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Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2002 16:19:16 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cadet Takes a Ride, pt. 2 Cadet Takes a Ride, pt.2 (mm, oral, anal, cops) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) WARNING: The following story contains graphic description of men having sex. If you are underage, read no further. This story continues with the same characters as "Cop Cadet," a previous story of mine. For other of my stories check out the Authors section of Nifty or see my page at Yahoo Groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/. This one's a short chapter, but part 3 is on the way. Drop me an email if you like this one or have story suggestions. Cadet Takes a Ride 2 Lieutenant did his part. Friday morning Capt. Peters called me into his office. "Well, Drake, it seems your horny ass if gonna be happy this weekend. Johnson told me in no uncertain terms that you're to have the next two days off. He wouldn't tell me why, but I know the look of a man who's looking forward to getting laid." His blue eyes sparkled beneath the rough, stubbled face. He held his expression in a dour scowl, but I could tell a grin was fighting its way to show through. The big lug of a bastard was jealous. "Yes, sir. Should I gave a full report Monday?" I normally wouldn't be so cheeky to my superior, but there was no way to save grace here. That made Carl break into a laugh. He's so fucking sexy when he laughs, and just watching his stock, powerful frame as it approached me was turning me on. Peters by any objective standard was not the demi-god that Lieutenant was, but he was one hell of a man. "Nah, cadet, that's OK." His large body was now next to mine and he wrapped his burly arm around my waist, nudging his nose against mine. He dropped his voice to a deep, sensual whisper. "Just save a bit for me, will ya son?" His eyebrows arched up as if pleading with me. "You bet, Captain, sir!" I replied right before our lips connected with an electrical heat. ******** After an uneventful shift, I was getting out of the shower and returning to my locker when I saw a huge, beefy build of a man sitting on one of the benches, legs spread facing away toward my locker. The back was a powerful mass of muscle, delts and lats spreading out in sheer brawn, tapering down to a fine round ass. It was Corporal Bates. And he had a hardon. The eight inch scepter stuck proudly up between the massive thighs, commanding a presence that drew my attention as I rounded the corner and went to my locker. The Corporal sneered silently as he watched me with his cold, dark brown eyes. Man, that fucker knew how to be intimidating. My cock wasn't intimidated though, it was rising at half mast underneath my towel as I took out my street clothes. I dropped the towel and slid on my sweat pants, the ones emblazoned with my high school baseball team logo. "Nice body you got there, cadet," Bates finally said as I was beginning to pull my team T-shirt over my head. I didn't intend to dress as if I were still on the high school team, but this really was the most comfortable thing I had. Plus I didn't expect I'd be wearing clothes much at Lieutenant's house this weekend. My cock throbbed thinking about what lay in store for me. And thinking about the sight in front of me. Bates muscles were huge, and the bulk of his body just made his eight inch throbber more obscene as he spread his powerful legs further apart, teasing me with his large cop dick. "Thanks, sir," I replied, keeping my cool. "I try to keep in shape." "It shows, boy. What do you say I give that tight ass of yours a good fuck? Huh?" The man put his hands on his hips and I swore that cock jumped up and grew another inch. The sight of the dick dew beading at the tip was making me sweat in horniness. I knew I couldn't linger here however. "Would love to sir, but I'm supposed to meet the Lieutenant. I can't keep him waiting." Bates stood up and started walking toward me, his hardon was like a divining rod leading the way to jock ass. My jock ass. "Too bad, boy." His powerful naked torso circling mine and pressing its form insistently against my T-shirt covered back. His arm snaked around my chest, tweaking my nipples through the cotton. My cock shot a little spurt of pre-cum right then and there. "I'd love to test drive this bubble butt you've been showing off in that cadet uniform of yours. Fuck, I bet you'd love it too. Nice, rough, raw fuck. Just the way I like to give them." His thick fingers groped and kneaded my muscular jock ass cheeks, loosening up the sinewed muscle and spreading them through my sweats. Suddenly, those fingers gripped the elastic of the sweats and pulled them down to expose my bare ass to the precinct lockerroom air. "And that is one perfect ass, you got there, boy. Would love to part those cheeks apart with my cock, prime you up." He wasn't just talking. That hot, hard dick was pressing tightly against my puckered hole. "Yeah, I'd love to take you back to my place and dick you good, guy. Fuck that cute ass right off of you." He was pushing in now. I was certainly no stranger to dick by this point, but Bates thick monster hurt like hell. The dry heat chafed as he stretched my hole and pushed the flared, angry cockhead deep into my bowels. He didn't even sink all the way in before he started a hard, rapid thrust in and out of my guts. "Take you down. Claim your cadet butt..." he growled, his mouth right next to my ear. The deepness of his voice sent shutters through me that competed with the discomfort radiating from my ass. "Fuck, Bates, sir!" I groaned. As much as I tried to accommodate his awesome rod, I couldn't manage to get beyond the awful friction. "What, stud? Not up for a dry fuck today? I thought you'd be too hot for this cock to care," he sneered derisively as he pummeled my ass even more. "No matter," he finally said, pulling out his cock until just the tip was nestled in my sphincter. I heard the man spit behind me, deep full hawks of saliva that fell and splattered on his cock below him. A couple more times he let loose with his spit, then pushed that dick back in. The difference was night and day. The giant cock still stretched me, but now it went in smoothly and my ass opened and constricted in rapid succession, urging the brawny corporal deeper into me. "That's it boy, take my fucking cock. You're a better fuck than O'Donnell. Yeah, I saw you watching us in the shower yesterday. That's how I knew you'd want the same treatment. Knew it was time for me to spread those jock cheeks and show you a good, hard Bates fuck. I'm not a man who wastes his time." "Glad you aren't sir," I muttered, the wind half knocked out of me with each hard shove of his cop meat into me. "I know you are, slut. The way you were looking at my hard cop cock when you got outta the shower. Fuck, I knew I had your hot ass then and there." "Yes, sir. Fuck my ass. Fucking take it, man." "You bet I will, taking that ass and hosing it down, boy. Ready for my seed? I don't want to keep the Lieutenant waiting," Bates growled as he pummeled my butt with deep, rough strokes, pounding my prostate so bad my dick was leaking in large spurts in rhythm to his fucks. Then I felt it. The hot shower of manseed spraying my innards, wetting me down, letting me know I was being rutted and conquered by a full-blooded stud. Bates grunted and snorted like a bull mating, his arms gripped my hips tightly as he pivoted in and out of my hole, fucking that seed deep into my guts. It was exquisite. He pulled out and slapped his wet, cum-slick cock against my ass to wipe off the mess, then put his rough hand on my shoulder as he leaned down to breath into my ear. "You're a real nice fuck, cadet. I want more of this ass. I mean it." "Yeah, Bates. Anytime." "Good boy!" he smiled, as he patted my shoulder in reassurance and walked off to shower down. My throbbing hardon ached, but I knew I didn't want to be late to Lieutenant's. Besides I was sure to get off big this weekend.

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Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 13:22:22 -0800 (PST) From: Dad Spanker Subject: Turning the Tables, Pt. 2 Authors Note: All of the usual disclaimers apply. If you are not an adult, you shouldn't be on this site anyway. This story is a complete work of fiction. In the real world, safe sex would be practiced. If anyone has a similar experience or fantasy, the author would be interested in hearing about it. Hope that you enjoy! Turning the Tables-Pt. 2 Dad returned from the bathroom with the lotion, lowered his pj bottoms and got back over my lap. His ass was a fiery red color, and I was sure that for the days that followed, he would remember his punishment each time he sat down. I squeezed some lotion from the bottle into my hands and rubbed them together. I began massaging his fiery cheeks with the lotion. Dad loved it and I noticed the erection that sprang up between my thighs. When I was finished, Dad was obviously embarrassed about his "condition" in front of his son. I only made it worse. I stopped in the bathroom and threw him a washcloth, as I was leaving. "Here," I teased. "You will need this to clean yourself up after taking care of that thing," I said and pointed at his hardon. Dad said nothing and just blushed. One Year Later Dad has been living with me for almost a year now. We sold the house easily and I really do not think that he will be moving out anytime soon. I have come to believe that Dad enjoys the discipline that I provide for him. He usually requires around two spankings a week. His biggest trouble is attending the self-help meetings. I can't tell you how many times I have had to spank him for lying to me about going. Dad isn't a good liar, so I always know when he is lying to me. The truth is, that Dad enjoys being treated like a little boy. Soon after him moving in, our relationship went even further than spankings. Before long, I began to bathe him in the evenings. He keeps all of his pubic hair shaved, so that he looks more like the boy that he really wants to be. If he is feeling sick, he gets his temperature taking rectally, while across my lap. He has expressed a desire to be put in diapers, but I am not ready for that yet. Neither Dad or I considered ourselves to be gay before him moving in, which is why it is surprising that we have now become lovers. It started innocently enough, with me rubbing lotion on his backside after a spanking. Let me explain. About 3 weeks after moving in, Dad called me at work. He had taken his car to the store, because he was too lazy to walk. Some punks keyed it and left a gash on the drivers side door. He knew that I would find out, so he fessed up. He was sorry, would never do it again, etc. Yada, yada, yada! I calmly told him that when I got home late that evening from a dinner meeting with a client in L.A., that I expected to find him in his room, waiting for me to spank him. When I got home around 10, that's where he was. I went to his room and scolded him for his actions. I wanted to relax a bit before spanking him, so I made him wait for about 45 minutes, while I made myself a drink and watched the evening news. I changed out of my suit and put on a t-shirt and some exercise shorts. By now, we both knew the routine. I entered his room and placed the straight back chair in the middle. He came over, undid his pajama bottoms, lowered them and positioned himself across my lap. The position was one which was becoming very familiar to him! There was no prelims anymore. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "What a stupid thing for you to do!," I scolded. "What would've happened if you would've been pulled over by a cop?!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ouch..Owwww...Please stop", he pleaded. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You could've gone to jail!", I noted. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ouccchhhhh!!!!.. I know. I'm sorry!", he cried. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Yeah, you will be sorry!", I teased. "Real sorry!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! On and on it went, until he was in tears and thoroughly punished for his misbehavior. After a couple of minutes, he got off my lap and went into the bathroom to retrieve the lotion and a washcloth. He knew the routine by now. He positioned himself back over my lap, and I began to massage his blistered ass cheeks. As usual, we were both quite hard while doing this. I accidentally poured too much lotion, and a lot of it fell into his crack and onto his genital area. I don't know if it was the alcohol talking to me, but I began to massage his balls and inside his crack. Dad just went crazy. He began to hump my thighs, and I closed them tighter for there to be more friction. Every time I brushed up against his hole, he just shivered. I decided to push the limits and slowly inserted a finger into his hole. He gasped and came all over my thighs and the carpet. Dad was mortified. "Oh, my God!", he exclaimed, as he fell off my lap onto the floor. "I'm so sorry, Mikey!" "That's o.k., Dad", I stated. "It was just as much my fault as yours." "Get that washcloth and help me clean this mess up," I ordered. Dad did what he was told. I stood up from the chair and removed my shorts and undershorts. My prick was sticking straight out, at full attention. Dad began to clean up all of his cum off my thighs. There we were, with my raging hard- on staring Dad right in the face. Before I knew what was happening, Dad had his mouth around the shaft and proceeded to give one hell of a blowjob. I came for what seemed like hours and Dad swallowed every drop. I had to sit on the bed, because my knees were shaky after my explosion. "Where in the hell did you learn to do that?!", I asked. "Oh, I played around when I was new in the service", he answered. "I haven't done that for a long, long time, though." "Coulda fooled me", I complimented. I left him and went to my room. I had the t.v. on, but wasn't really paying attention. I just laid there, in a state. I couldn't stop thinking about what just had happened. I began to get aroused again and was lazily stroking my dick, when there was a knock on the door. Of course, it was Dad. I told him to come in and didn't bother hiding my erection. I had hoped that there would be a repeat of the incredible blowjob. Dad entered my room. He was still naked from the waist down. "I hope that you don't mind", he asked. "Can I sleep with you tonight? It's been a long time since I have cuddled with a warm body in bed." "Sure", I said. "But only if you help me take care of this again", I said, as I pointed my erect penis in his direction. "No problem", he replied. I have a big, king-size bed. Dad came over and laid to the right of me. He began to lick and suck on my penis and balls. He is a very proficient cock sucker! I massaged his back and ass with my right hand. He still had quite a bit of lotion in his crack and hole area. I played there longer, and playfully inserted my finger inside and out of his pussy hole. Dad moaned with delight. I was beginning to get close but didn't want to cum yet. At that point, the only thing that I could think about was fucking his pussyhole. "Stop, Dad!", I pleaded. "I don't want to cum yet." He did as he was told. "Lay down on your stomach", I ordered. "I'll be right back." I went into my bathroom and retrieved another bottle of lotion. Upon my return, I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. There was Dad, buck naked on the bed, with his nice virgin ass ready for me to take. I could've cum right then! I got back on the bed and straddled him. I poured more lotion on his cheeks and opened them to allow the lubricant to coat his pussy hole. Using my fingers, I lubed up his hole pretty good. I, then, coated my throbbing dick with the stuff. Dad just moaned the whole time. I rubbed my dick up and down his crack, and we were both breathing heavy from sexual delight. I leaned forward and kissed his neck. I then whispered into his ear. "You know what I am going to do, right?", I cooed. "Yes!", he exclaimed. "Ohhh, fuck me Mickey! This ass is your to spank and fuck anytime you want!" "That's what I wanted to hear", I teased. With the preliminaries out of the way, I slowly inserted my hard prick into his virgin pussyhole. After a few minutes of slowly fucking him and lubing both his hole and my dick with lotion, I was in to the hilt. He just moaned with ecstasy. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long, so after a few minutes of fucking his pussy, I came long and hard. I rolled off of him and he cuddled up to me. Neither of us felt the need to say a word. After a bit, we showered together, and then slept like a pair of spoons the whole night. Dad has slept in my bed ever since. If anybody knew what was really going on between us, they would think that we were a couple of rabbits. It turns out that Dad is a real whore. He can never get fucked enough. Sometimes, I have a hard time keeping up with him! Just this morning, as he was doing the breakfast dishes in nothing but his pink, silk panties, I bent him over the sink and fucked him right there! No, I expect that Dad will be living with me as my boy for the rest of his life, and that's just fine with me!

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Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 12:35:01 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cadet Takes a Ride, pt. 3 Cadet Takes a Ride, pt.3 (mm, oral, anal, cops) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) WARNING: The following story contains graphic description of men having sex. If you are underage, read no further. This story continues with the same characters as "Cop Cadet," a previous story of mine. For other of my stories check out the Authors section of Nifty or see my page at Yahoo Groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/. If you've liked this one, feel free to drop me a line to tell me what you think. The acts depicted are not safe sex, but this is fiction. In real life, wear a rubber when you fuck and keep yourself healthy and clean. Cadet Takes a Ride ********** 3 The sight when Lieutenant greeted me at his door almost made me faint with horniness. The guy's tall, at least 6'4", every fucking inch of it is hard cop muscle. A good solid, 50" chest with guns the size of giant cantaloupes faced me as the door swung open. My superior officer wore only a pair of loose gym shorts, so the bare flesh of his torso rippled in the smouldering light of dusk. In the half-light, I took a minute to admire the square, handsome face, rugged features and a full head of salt-and-pepper hair that was cropped in a marine buzzcut. For a man of 45, Lieutenant was one stud of a man. And those shorts did nothing to hide his half-hard stallion dick. Yeah, even half-hard, that schlong would make most of the guys on the force jealous. Me, hell, I was too busy being horny to be jealous. "Cadet!" he said as he stared at me, ogling my jock body with a drunken smile. I could smell the alcohol from three feet away, enveloping both our horny bods, along with shared heat of testosterone-pumped man-lust. My dick, to tell the truth, hadn't gone down since Bates had fucked me back at Precinct HQ, but now my balls were definitely on the rise again, tightening up against the stalk of my hard jock dick. Which I knew Johnson could see poking out in my sweat pants. "I've gone ahead and started the party without you. Wife doesn't like me to drink too much, but fuck she's away now, isn't she? Go on in, the games on TV, I'll get you a beer...Unless you want to share the Jack bottle with me." On the coffee table, I saw a half-empty fifth of Jack Daniels. No chaser in sight. No wonder Lieutenant was so sauced. "Nah, maybe later," I said. "Right now I'm thirsty for a beer. Make it a couple - long day." Lieutenant smirked at me. "You're my kinda man, cadet. My kinda man. " His voice trailed off as he walked into the kitchen. By the time he'd brought my beers, I was started to get engrossed in the game. If there was anything I liked as much as sex it was baseball. The local team was ahead by one, but in the fourth everyone was playing horribly. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. That is, until Lieutenant's massive arm circled my shoulder. He'd clearly showered at some point that evening, because his scent was fresh and masculine. I wonder if the fucker knew how much he turned me on just by the feel of his arm pit hairs bristling against my neck and his sinewed forearm against my shoulder. I looked down and saw that Johnson's meaty thighs were spread slightly, his left leg pressed tight against mine. Those legs were massive tree-trunks of male power, tan from the time spent outdoors and covered in dark brown hair. Instinctively, I put my hand on his thigh muscle which twitched and flexed under my grip. "Ummmh.." he muttered in my ear. "Your hand feels good, boy. Your boss has had a long week." I explored the rough muscle with my hand, feeling the warmth and tautness of this cop's quads. "A little higher up boy" he whispered deeply. His shorts were already tenting with a giant erection. I'd seen that scepter countless times but each time it turned me on. It was too big to stand straight up in the confines of his shorts, so it rested hard and angry on his hip, throbbing and growing as eased my hand up the inside of his thigh. "Ooooh," he hissed as I pushed on under the leg of the shorts and wrapped my fingers around his scrotum. "Yeah, you got my balls now. Fuckers are all filled up. Juicing it up for you, cadet. It's all going up your tight hole tonight. " Lieutenant was looking at me with pure lust just then. And god was the sight amazing, this fucker, his naked torso rising and falling with each deep breath, just emanated pure masculine hunger. Roughly he gripped my wrist and hanked my hand up til it rested on his hard cock. That cock twitched under my touch. "Like that, boy?" he barked. "Is that why you came over you cadet fuck? For my big cop dick?" I squeezed the steel-hard shaft though the flimsy material of the shorts, feeling it buckle and pulse in my hand. "Yes, sir" I replied, my voice getting stuck in my throat. "Yeah, stud, you like em big. I can tell." I continued my manual exploration of his monster tool. To call it big was an understatement. The fucker was a good eleven inches long and seven or eight inches in circumference. And it was getting too hard to stay trapped in those shorts. I gently lifted the elastic band and the shaft popped free, bouncing up onto those hard abs. I couldn't resist wrapping my hand around it and stroking. "Umm, bud, that feels nice, real nice, but I know your hot cocksucking mouth would feel better. ... Ooh, yeah, that's it, jock boy, getting on your knees... right between my legs, don't even fucking have to tell ya...Wrap those lips around it. Shit I can feel your tongue on my pissslit boy. Digging in for all that dick dew. Fucking incredible...Allright, now open up and hold still, boy." His hand yanked my ball cap off and grabbed my hair in his fist. "Daddy's gonna do the work tonight." Roughly, that hand pushed my head forward. I was powerless and immobile as that monster prick guided its way in, like a ship mast parting water, and lodged itself deep into my throat. Half of that dick was stuffed into my gullet. My throat was dry and constricted around the fat, hard member, trying to moisten the passage by salivating and milking that cop dick for lubricant. I could actually feel beads of dicksnot dripping from the tip of Lieutenant's cock and trickle to the back of my throat. "Man, cadet, gotta have this throat. Been waiting all afternoon for you to come over. Just thinking of a hot jock fuck's been getting me hard." Again, he pulled me off his prick and shoved me back on it. More went in this time. "That's it, fella, I got five more inches ready for you." Again he slammed my face, my mouth, my open gullet hard onto his stiff, horny meat. Normally this treatment would make me gag, but the Lieutenant had a way of turning me on. He was one big fuck god, his muscles bulging and chest heaving as he used his full strength to use my face as his own personal fuck tunnel. My senses were in overload as he used me. His hard, hairy stomach was inches away from my face, and my hands were perched on each of his powerful legs, feeling the steely hardness of his quad muscle and the soft down of his dark fur. The pure aroma of a married man in rut filled my nostrils and enraged me to open up for more cockmeat, as if to prove to the man that I was a stud worthy of the challenge. And of course there was that dick itself, a large club of hard, finely sculpted cop perfection that tasted of salt and heat and testosterone and filled my mouth completely. And more thrusted in, roughly, spasmodically. Lieutenant was having his way with me and judging from how bone-hard that cock was, he was gonna get off big time. And I was gonna help him. Roughly, I gripped his meaty legs with my hands and used my hold as leverage to push myself even further down that master cock. I was only an inch or two from his crotch now; the pubes tickled my nose. "Oooh, fuck, yeah. Getting worked up too, are ya, boy? Suck that dick down boy. You're eating it all, guy." The mansized balls nestled against my chin now. As well as I could with my mouth stuffed full of lieutenant cock, I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the hairs and sweat coating the sperm-filled nutsac. It was like I wanted to ingest every bit of manly essence into me. My whole body tingled with sexual pleasure and shivered in horny energy. I knew I was a cocksucking cadet - hell, between my patrol buddy, my captain and my lieutenant, I had at least a dozen reminders a day - but somehow this was hotter than all the facefucks I'd gotten since joining the force. My own dick was hard and leaking in my sweats, but I didn't even bother touching it, I was getting off too much on servicing Johnson's fat rod. I needed air by now though, so I backed off that prick - slowly, so I wouldn't rip my tonsils out in the process. Gradually, that huge shaft dragged its way out of my gullet, slick with mucus and spit and the copious amounts of cop dick dew spurting sporadically from my boss's meat. When that massive dong cleared the gates of my throat, it was a relief and excitedly I started deep breathing through my nose. I looked down and was turned on immensely by the sight I saw: six inches of pure, hard cop cock, a good half-foot of male power reminding me that I still had several turgid inches stuffed in my oral cavity, gently massaging the roof of my mouth while I caught my breath and my man waited patiently. Then I looked up. The man's meaty torso was coated in a sheen of light sweat that only made the bulges of his burly cop brawn stand out in relief even more. Those massive arms twitched involuntarily as he used his full power to hold my head perfectly still on his cockmeat, unable to back off or pull forward. He wanted me right there, his flared dickhead nudging my uvula, but not blocking the airway. Yet. That rugged, yet classically handsome face looked down on me in a silent, commanding gaze. Deep into my soul, it asserted its ownership over me. "Breathe deep, boy," was all he said. All he had to say. My nostrils flared as I sucked in as much air as I could. Then his bicep curled into a giant ball of sinewy musclemass and my face went pounding into the thicket of dark hair radiating out from his hard scepter. Which lodged deep and hard into my throat. And deeper into my esophagus. I was being stretched like never before, and loving it. The man's rough paw gripped at my head, bunching my hair in his fist, and pulled back, bringing me and my hungry mouth with it. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he gruffly whispered in rhythm to his fuck thrusts. The man was wild, like an animal, now. Like he'd not shot his load in three weeks. Like he was answering to an inner need to conquer his mate and plant his seed. Which I guess he was. The room filled with the glorious sound of his cock slathering through my wet, throat, the loud smack of my face into his hard muscle, the deep huffing as Johnson used his strength to jack himself off with my mouth. "Cop's ready to pump his big boy balls right into you, kid. Splooge your tight wet mouth. Here it comes, fucker!" A deep growl rumbled from the lower depths of his lungs. I felt it vibrating through his hard abs before I heard it in fact. Lieutenant's hands were locked over my ears, steadying me on his erupting cock. And that cock sure erupted. The shaft swelled and discharged and swelled and discharged again, in a regular, primordial rhythm of male release. "All for you, cadet," the brawny towering hunk of a man muttered as his dick spasmed deep in me. "Pure, fucking officer sperm, that's what you wanted, huh? Why you joined the force?" I could feel the seed injecting straight into my guts, filling me up with its warmth and potency. I can feel Lieutenant pull me back so that the spurting cock is shooting into the back of my throat, tickling my tonsils with its spray, then discharging onto my tongue. I could taste the jizz now, briny and alkaline, a fucking turn-on. I was barely able to savor the manjuice when that beautiful cock plopped free of my mouth. Eagerly, I stuck my tongue out to lick at the shiny round knob and the dickslit that dilated with each sperm spasm. I wanted to wrap my lips around that powerful gun and take each wonderful cum-bullet. Only Johnson held me firm while his staff discharged all over my face. I swear I could see his golf-ball-sized nuts contract as my face got painted. The jets eventually turned into spurts and then into a dribble, and my hunky officer relaxed his grip enough to let me feast again on his tool. After a minute or so, I decided I'd sucked as much milk as I could out of the bone. A contented, sweaty Johnson looked at me in appreciation as I disengaged his manhood. "Come up here, cadet," he said, pulling my upperbody up til it was level with his. Cocking his head, he leaned forward and our lips met in a deep, wet kiss. Passionately, he probed my mouth with his forceful tongue, then opened his jaw to let me into his. Holding my head, he would withdraw enough to lick up the sperm clinging to my nose and chin. The wet roughness of his tongue bristled against my skin. He grunted and groaned while he cleaned his muck off of me. I didn't have to look to know that his massive organ was still hard as hell. And mine throbbed too. After all, I hadn't even gotten off during Bates' lockerroom fuck. My balls ached with pent-up sperm, and the incredible feel of Lieutenant's unshaven skin rubbing next to mine wasn't helping the situation. Johnson must have known what I was feeling cause he stopped his lapping and looked me right in the eye. "You're really hard now, aren't ya, cadet?" "Yes sir," I replied. My cock was making a large circle of wetness radiate from the swollen tip tenting my sweatpants. "All that cocksucking got you pretty worked up, huh?" His large hand grabbed my aching cock, squeezing it through the material. "Oh, God," I moaned, "that's it Johnson, sir. Fucking milk my dick. I'm so ready to blow." "At ease, cadet," he purred, letting go of my dick. I spurted another jet of goo in desperation. "See if you can hold off a bit longer, son. Take a break. I need to rest before taking that ass that way it should be taken. Your man's balls need to recharge." "Yessir," I said, disappointment and horniness evident in my voice. The Lieutenant laughed and ruffled my hair with his hand. "You're a good sport, kid. Don't worry, when I fuck you in a minute, you'll be glad you waited." With that, the man stood up, shucking his shorts and kicking them off. My hardon ached even more as I watched that fine round muscleass make its way to the kitchen. "Here, boy," he said as he returned with two frosty cans of beer, handing me one of them. "You more than earned it," he laughed. He took a deep swig of his whiskey then chased it with a long gulp of beer. I about nutted then, just watching the man's head held back, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. We managed to watch the rest of the ballgame. Amazingly, the local team was winning, and even I temporarily forgot my horniness as we yelled at the players from the comfort of Johnson's living room. A couple of beers later, I had to piss really bad, and when I returned to the living room, I saw the hunky form of Lieutenant Rick Johnson splayed out on the couch, his head tilted back, his hips thrust forward, legs spread, with his massive dong lying dormant but full to the right. He wasn't asleep, but he was clearly out of it, in a alcoholic, post-sex daze. I knew I shouldn't take advantage of a man when he's down, especially one well my superior on the force. But he'd invited me over for a weekend of hot sex, and well, this stud was still horny. I was getting a major case of the blue balls by now and knew it would be unbearable to wait til morning. So with great stealth I knelt again between the massive thighs and with a gentle grip, parted the powerful trunks of muscle. Before me lay his low-hangers- large orbs, powerful, dusted with dark hair. I lapped at the nutsac, bathing his gonads til they were dripping wet. "Mmmh, that's it..." Lieutenant muttered, his head still tossed back against the couch cushion. With my right hand, I hefted those bull nuts and lifted them up, getting them out of the way, exposing the trail of thick pubic hair that led down to his nether regions. The heat hit me and the aroma too. The man was clean, but no matter how freshly washed a man's ass is, his musk lingers, letting you know you have a full-blooded male on your hands. I didn't need to be reminded. This hunk of a man was in a near slumber, but his legs parted obscenely in response to my breath on his hole. I watched in amazement as the cheeks parted enough and his hips swiveled up to reveal the most perfect ass pucker this young police cadet had ever feast his horny eyes on. Perfectly round, pink and surrounded by a moat of dark, tangled hairs. I leaned forward and blew on the man's anus. A shiver and another spread of his legs told me that even semi-conscious this stud wanted what was coming to him. A lot. In I dove, crashing my mouth against his sphincter. I kissed the hot, throbbing asshole and I swore it kissed me back. Every pucker of my lips, every stroke of my tongue, every nibble was matched with a spasm and contraction as that hole dilated for me, letting me in to explore. I took my time though, getting to know my Lieutenant like only few men could. Every touch of tongue to ass was an electrical connection, a direct conduit between our souls. And a jolt to my cock. For the next twenty minutes, I made love to my boss, teasing his rim, then pushing forward for a deep tongue-fuck, then back out again to lick and slurp at his anal ring. The stud's words were incoherent by now, not even English, but a succession of mutters and groans. I knew he was into this - that ass never once stopped bucking and writhing against my face. Those power thighs gripped my head like a nutcracker, making sure I wasn't going away. He didn't need to worry. There was only one thing that would get my mouth to leave this most intimate place. My dick. It was already 11 pm, and I had to nut, bad. If I had been using better judgment I wouldn't have given a second thought when I saw the condoms and lube on the end table. I wouldn't have done that quick calculation to realize I needed a rubber if I didn't want to blow my seed the minute I touched the inside of Johnson's ass. I wouldn't have sheathed and lubed my cock while my boss was muttering nonsense and bucking his hips. But what do you expect from a dumb, horny 19-year-old jock cadet? My man was handing me his ass on a silver platter, and I sure as fuck was gonna take it. I knelt back up and placed the knob of my dick snugly in Lieutenant's anal ring. The man must have thought it was still my tongue teasing him and pressing against his sphincter, cause the tight muscle opened around my missile head and allowed me to nudge myself inside the steaming interior of his rectum. It felt wonderful - the heat, the tightness, the knowledge that I was dicking my boss. Once I got in, I couldn't stop. Slowly but mercilessly, I drove my hips forward, sinking inches of cadet cockmeat into the Lieutenant's backside. Grabbing his legs, I lifted up and pulled them apart, letting the muscled calves wrap around my waist. Greedily, I fucked more dick into my stud. That woke him out of his drunken state. "Fuck! What the... Cadet, what the fuck is going on?" he blurted out, still unable to form the words coherently. I could see his eyes try to focus on me. Thank god his ass still was relaxed, I don't think the poor man would have been able to take the roughness of my fuck otherwise. "I'm dicking you, Lieutenant. Gonna fuck you long and deep. Take that hole." "Shit, cadet!" He yelled as I pummeled his ass. "Suck it up, Lieutenant. If I can take that big fat cuntsplitter of yours, you can be man enough for this." I ground my dick deeper as if to emphasize my point. He stopped his whimpering right then and there, though sweat continued to bead on his forehead and tears welled up in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and took it while I thrusted in to him over and over. Finally as if an afterthought, he muttered, "Damn, that is one piece of cock ya got there cadet. Why the fuck didn't I notice before?" "Too busy being the boss, I suppose." I fucked in harder. "Plenty of chances to make up for lost time, though," I grunted in between fuckthrusts. I looked down at this masculine hunks, legs wide apart, ass constricting on my pistoning dick. My dick spurted some more lube into the rubber. If this wasn't love I was feeling, it was something a helluva lot better. "Fuck, Lieutenant, tight ass ya got." "Pound it, cadet, it's yours." "Yeah, it's mine. Just fucking took it, didn't I?" "Yes, man...Fuck! Fuck!" His dick started to spew, but Lieutenant took his hand off in time. "Don't even know my name do you, Lieutenant?" "Huh?" I think he heard but couldn't concentrate for the feelings circling out from his ass and his dick. "What's my name, Johnson?" I commanded. "Fuck, I don't know. Just fuck me, kid." "What a fuck up you are Johnson, throwing up your legs and getting fucked by some guy whose name you don't even know." "Shit, don't care, buddy, just ride my ass." "I am sir, I am." I answer back as I really lay it to him. I don't know how much cock has been up this tight hole, but I don't suspect much. Still, Lieutenant bucked and brayed like the best of them, taking my shafting like the stud he was. I was ready to get off by now. I held his legs steady and backed out til my cock popped free. "Shit, guy, what the hell?" he mutttered, "Put that cock the fuck back in." "Anything you say, Lieutenant" I replied, ripping off the condom and shoving my meat back home. "Oh Jesus fucking Christ!" I don't know which of us said that. I think we both did. I know I was feeling incredible, sensing the moist, warm rectal walls clinging tight to my shaft, the amazing heat radiating from the center of Johnson's muscled body. Lieutenant meanwhile was muttering about how he could feel every ridge and vein in my distended cock, how he loved being ridden bare by his lowly cadet trainee. "Yeah, man," I huffed, "you're taking my seed. Fucking planting it all the way in!" Christ, I was shooting. Shooting into the finest, most perfect ass I'd ever seen much less fucked. My cock flared and twitched as I unloaded deep into my man's guts. I felt like my body was being turned inside out with each jet, and I fucking loved it. This cadet bottom boy was a new convert to the utter joys of topping. The next few minutes were lost in the unconsciousness of sexual ecstasy. Hell, the next thing I remember, my ass was sitting on the living room floor and the Lieutenant was flexing his giant muscles as he jerked on his cock. I could see the river of sperm and lube and ass juices flowing from his now open cunthole. Instinctively, my finger honed in on the target and entered the wet confines of his rectum, massaging and exploring where my cock just was. In and out, side to side, I frigged that fucker's cunt without mercy. He was yelling at the top of his lungs now, telling me how he wanted to shoot real bad now. Guiding my finger to his butt-nut I poked and prodded and instantly, a high arc of the cop's seed shot up over his torso, over his head and splattered all over the wall behind the couch. I repeated the process a good ten times and so did his cock. As we both came down, I still massaged his insides while he rolled his head and cooed in fucked-out bliss. "Man, Lieutenant," I croaked through the dryness of my throat, "I want a lot more of this ass." "Would love to give it to you, cadet," he said. "But I'm a married man." The smirk he gave me told me we had one hell of a weekend left in store.

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Date: 15 May 2001 16:19:48 -0000 From: Greg Stone Subject: Cum-Farm-3 (gay, auth/rural) Cum Farm, part 3 by Greg Stone, gregstone@eroticstories.com For the next two weeks things went smoothly at Mr. Stevens' farm. The seven boys he'd hired for the summer to supply him with cum were doing fine, producing huge amounts of rich teenage cum six times a day, seven days a week. And, thanks to a change in the feed, their production had gone up six percent since they first arrived. One day Stevens was looking over the production data and noticed a problem: the quantity of cum the boys produced at night was dropping slightly. At night they were hooked up to mechanical milking devices--plastic vacuum pumps that masturbated them in their sleep. These worked by having a lubricated rubber ring inside the pump slide up and down their cocks in coordination with the sucking action of the vacuum, after which the full load of cum was sucked through a tube at the end and into a central storage system. The boys on the farm team had no waking memories of the milking, only vague recollections of highly erotic dreams in which their girlfriends, prom queens, or slutty girls they knew at college were expertly sucking them off. Stevens thought about it then realized what the problem was: with repeated bi nightly milkings, their bodies had grown habituated to the vacuum-sucking and were now less readily excited by it, making their orgasms less intense and the quantity of ejaculate smaller. It didn't take him long to figure out a solution. That evening after ten, the boys were lying back on their cots, relaxing and settling in after having been milked by Joey. He was just finishing up and packing up their samples, when instead of leaving Mr. Stevens produced another large box with wires hanging over the edge. "I'm afraid you boys have begun to underproduce at night. No, don't worry, it's not your fault--it's just that you've become to accustomed to the sensation of the vacuum pumps." As he spoke, the boys began to fit themselves with the pumps. They were responsible for fitting them at night and removing them in the morning. Stevens looked on with pleasure as he watched the seven teen studs stuff their thick cocks into the clear plastic tubes, then close the rubber seal at the base just at their groins to ensure a perfect seal when the machine started up. "I've been watching you fellows over the past fortnight to understand what helps you to produce more, and I've come up with a simple, cheap solution." He wheeled the trolley down to the first cock where Tyler lay, his cock neatly encased in the vacuum tube and the thin cotton sheet that was their only bedding half-covering his muscular body. Stevens reached into the box and pulled a long black tube with wires at one end. "Now, I know none of you boys is really into any of that queer shit, and as soon as your work here is done you'll be back doggy-fucking Mary Jane and Becky Sue in the back seats of your Mustangs. But I also know you boys have come to appreciate variety." He gestured impatiently to Tyler for him to raise his legs. The 20 year-old stud raised them high and gripped the backs of his thighs open, exposing his asshole. "From now on, every night you'll also be fitted with one of these stimulant attachments, and that should solve our production dilemma." He passed the device to Joey. It was made of smooth, shiny black vinyl, with a slightly bulbous head like a dildo. But it was also a little thinner than a dildo, so as not to stretch the boys too much--yet. Joey lubed the device up well and worked it up Tyler's ass. The 20 year-old twitched a bit as he was unused to being penetrated more than the length of a finger, but it went in easily and he soon found it unobtrusive. Then Joey took the wire dangling from the other end and plugged it into a wire connection suspended from the ceiling. Eventually all seven boys on the team had been fitted with the devices, and the increased number of wires and tubes dangling from the ceiling over their beds made the room look more like the dairy barn it had once been. When they were finished installing the devices up the boys' asses, Stevens and Joey packed up and left without further ado. "Sweet dreams, boys," was all the boss said as he shut off the lights and closed the door. Soon the seven members of the cum farm team were fast asleep and snoring loudly. Stevens stayed up late that night, watching the business news and sipping a glass of whiskey. At a quarter to two he turned off the TV and crossed the small field separating his residence on the compound from the barn where the boys were kept. He re-entered their room quietly, finding his way with a flashlight. He pulled up a chair in the middle of the seven partitioned stalls and waited. As the clock on the wall struck two, the machines went into action. First, with a lot of quiet whirring and clicking, the vacuum pumps started up, subjecting the teens' thick cocks to a gentle in-and-out sucking action. The sucking forced the lubricated rubber rings inside the pumps to glide up and down their dicks, helping them get hard faster. The boys twitched and rustled a bit in their sleep as they began to dream about having their cocks sucked. A low buzzing sound came next: it was the vibrators Stevens had planted up their asses. At once the boys twitched and shifted in their cots as the deep-penetrating rods buzzed and tickled their anal rings and rectums. It was a success, for at once the boys got so hard so quickly that their vacuum pumps jumped between their legs. They began to moan quietly as their breathing increased. Some of them reached down to their groins and dreamily clutched their heavy balls while they machines sucked and reamed them, and a few of them began muttering the names of girls they knew back in the city. Stevens walked down the row of partitioned, elevated cots, inspecting his prized livestock with the flashlight. The pumps made their already generous cocks even huger, almost obscenely, frighteningly large. Their muscular chests rose and fell as they breathed hard in their arousal, and they were all unconsciously cupping and caressing their big balls. The program that ran the night-time milking machines increased the speed of the pumps and the vibration frequencies of the dildos. The rubber rings ran quickly and tightly up and down their cocks, programmed to imitate the same firm, quick strokes that the boys had practiced back home in their beds and showers. Their chests rose and fell more rapidly, taking in the large amounts of oxygen they needed to work their big cocks and produce their valuable juice. And then the boys began to cum. Almost simultaneously, they began to thrash in their cots and buck their hips as the warm, translucent cream jetted copiously from their fat teen dicks. The vacuum machine at once sensed the change and activated the sucking device that extracted every drop, and Stevens watched with pride as all the thick cream ran up the clear tubes, across the ceiling from which the metal rails suspended the tubes, then through the wall and into the central collection tanks in the next room. When it was over, the vacuum pumps and vibrators slowed gently, then stopped, and the milking program shut down. He looked at his watch: it was seven minutes after two. The boys, some of them still cupping their balls, settled back into deep sleep and loud snores. Stevens went into the collection room beside the stalls and checked the intake: wonderful. Not only had the anal stimulus managed to raise the boys' cum production, but it had increased it by eight percent. He would buy that winter home in Belize yet. * * * * * * Everything was going swimmingly at the cum farm by the third week. The boys were healthy, well-fed and producing more generously than ever, and Mr. Stevens was converting their cum into tank after tank of high-end, super-productive fertilizer. The ejaculate from only one boy's evening collection could produce four four-liter tanks, and with the conversion process being so cheap and the demand so good it meant he was pocketing as profit over $125 per orgasm, or more than $35,000 a week. He began to concern himself more with how to spend it in the future, until trouble began. The boys were normally well supervised during the day, especially during milking time. In fact, it was hardly surprising that Mr. Stevens and Joey enjoyed watching them; it seemed you could never grow tired of watching seven smooth, muscular young guys with big cocks getting off, six times a day, seven days a week. He especially enjoyed watching them through the security cameras during their regular two p.m. freestyle masturbation, when the boys generally got into such frenetic group action that Mr. Stevens had to supervise in order to make sure that the overworked young studs managed to catch their cum in the beakers he provided. But the night collections were different. Stevens had full confidence in the automated machinery, and he was satisfied to check the morning take rather than interrupt his sleep for the two and six a.m. milkings. One night this became a problem. Chad, who usually slept through the night like all the boys, woke up one night around one-thirty. He sat up for a minute, listening to the sound of his teammates snoring in their cots, then took his sheet off. At the initial interview they'd asked if he was a sound, deep sleeper, and he'd said yes. That wasn't really true, since he really slept quite lightly and could awaken at the slightest noise. He'd also lied to Mr. Stevens when he'd been asked if he'd ever had anything up his ass, but since Stevens had refused to stamp his ass with the red cherry it was clear he couldn't always be fooled. Carefully Chad removed the vacuum pump from his dick, then withdrew the slim black vibrator from his ass. The sensation of the bulbous head passing through and stretching his anus gave him a chubby, and he withdrew the device with deliberate slowness to enjoy it. He got out of bed and walked down to the last cot, where Curt was kept. Over the past three weeks, ever since that afternoon when he'd forced Curt to his knees to suck his big cock, Chad had developed a thing for young, baby-faced Curt. He could read submissiveness in his eyes and movements whenever he was around him, and he always tried to nab him first for the two o'clock freestyle so he could fuck his hot mouth or finger his extra-smooth ass. He loved the sight of that sweet, tender pink hole nestled between those muscular cheeks, and the way it flexed and contracted when the blond teen shot his hot wad. Chad reached over and slowly removed Curt's bedsheet. The room was kept warm so it didn't disturb the sleeper. He stood back to admire the hot, smooth-bodied teen sleeping innocently in his cot, his lower regions wired up to the anal vibrator and the pump tubing. Chad reached over and gently caressed one of the boy's nipples until it hardened beneath his fingers. Curt groaned in his sleep and reached up to touch it too. Chad then pinched and tickled the other nipple until it was just stiff, and Curt moaned the name of his girlfriend. His cock began to swell in its plastic housing. When Chad saw that he knew he needed a taste of it. He carefully removed the vacuum pump from Curt's cock, which flopped semi-rigidly out of the tube. Because the cots were all four feet off the ground, the teen's cock was level with Chad's belly. He gripped it by the base and stroked it to full hardness, loving the moans and sighs that Curt made. Then he leaned forward and placed the bulbous mushroom head in his mouth, and began to suck. Chad loved the cock. It tasted fresh, solid, and warm. He whirled his tongue around the thick shaft as he began to suck harder, bobbing up and down the large tube of teen meat like an expert. He nibbled on the spongy head and caressed the boy's heavy balls, listening to him sigh and moan in his deep sleep. Suddenly the whirring and clicking sounds of the milking program started: it was two o'clock, and all the boys began to rustle in their beds as the vacuum mechanism masturbated them. A few seconds later the low buzzing of the vibrators kicked in. Chad, who had never observed the process, was fascinated for a bit by the sight of the other five young studs being made erect and horny by the machines. The unusual sight, and the taste of Curt's big cock in his mouth, got his own prick fully erect and jutting forward. The vibrator fascinated him, and he saw the opportunity to control Curt's pleasure even more. He grasped the device by its base and began to slowly pump it back and forth up the boy's ass, timing it to the rhythm of his blowjob. Curt's moans grew louder, as the increased roughness of the action slowly roused him from sleep. Chad sucked harder and faster, thrusting the vibrator in and out as the boy's breathing grew deeper and more ragged. Suddenly Curt's cock twitched in Chad's mouth and his balls jumped in his hand. Chad awoke suddenly to find himself cumming hard. "Hunh...oooh....what's hap--....oooooh!" he sighed, and spurted several large dollops of hot, salty cum into Chad's sucking mouth. He swallowed every single one, squeezing Curt's balls to ensure every drop came out. Then, just when Curt thought he had cum his last, Chad slowly pulled out the vibrator, giving one last twirl of his tongue around the boy's shaft as the bulbous head stretched through the tight anal ring. Curt spasmed violently in his cot and shot two very final wads into Chad's mouth, then lay back gasping for air. "Hey man, who's there, who--" stammered Curt as he came around. Chad realized suddenly that Curt's noises had been concealed in part by the slight noise the other team members and their machines had been making, but they had all just cum as well and were now silent. He threw himself forward onto the cot, landing right on top of Curt. He clamped his left hand over the young stud's mouth, then, when Curt raised his hand in self-defense, grabbed him by the wrist with his other hand and pinned him down. Curt was helpless and confused, unable to speak and panting nervously through his nose, his fighting arm pinned solidly down by Chad's impressive strength. The dominant boy was right on top of him, his hard shaft pressing into his muscled abdomen, and both their bodies slick with sweat. "Now listen here, bitch," hissed Chad into Curt's ear. "I've had my eyes on your little boypussy since day one. I trained you to suck cock and how to take a finger up your ass, and now it's time for the next lesson." Curt thrashed in panic, trying to throw Chad off. But despite his slightly smaller stature, he had a far more solid build and a solid lock on Curt. Chad's cock was rock hard and leaking an almost continuous stream of pre-cum, since he was so aroused at the thought of taking Curt's tight cherry. Chad slipped his legs in between Curt's, then slowly forced them apart. For a moment they both strained, their muscular legs rippling and pulsing as Curt struggled to keep his legs together, but it was no use as he was generally weaker, and also exhausted from just having cum. When he had forced the boy's thighs well apart, Chad slid slowly down the boy's pre-cum lubricated belly, until his raging hardon popped down between his groin. Chad shifted until he felt his cockhead between the 18 year-old's smooth asscheeks, right up against his anal ring. Curt's eyes widened with worry and pleasure as the dripping shaft nestled against his asshole. They lay like that for a moment, until slowly Curt relaxed and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the pulsing mushroom head at his back door. But Chad never relaxed his grip over Curt's mouth. Then suddenly Chad began to push upward. His cockhead popped into Curt's cherry ass, and he screamed. Chad had his hand clamped so tightly over Curt's mouth, that it sounded like nothing more than a deep sigh, and he kept on pushing. Curt thrashed and shook as the huge, thick shaft drove mercilessly up his tight anus. He squeezed hard, trying to expel it, but that only made matters worse, since the increased tightness excited Chad and made him even more determined to fully bust the young stud's cherry. Unable to regain control, Curt raised his legs high in the air to reduce his discomfort. When Chad was all the way in, he began to fuck Curt hard. He had to be careful to make as little noise as possible as he pumped in and out of the exquisitely close fitting rectum. The only sounds in the room were the other boys snoring, the slight creaking of the overweighted cot, and the strained panting and grunting of both boys. Chad was pumping his pussyboy hard, enjoying the thrill of taking him by surprise. Eventually Curt's asshole relaxed and he began to enjoy it more, and his cock slowly returned to stiffness. When he felt Curt get hard, Chad spoke again to him in a harsh whisper. "All right, you fuckin' bitch--unh--I know you fuckin' love it--unh--you love daddy's tool up your back door--huunh--now daddy's gonna give it to ya!" he hissed. He released Curt's mouth and wrist from his powerful grip, then stood up at the end of the cot, his cock still buried deep inside his boytoy. He grasped Curt by the hips and began to slam hard in and out of his ass, his sweaty balls slapping noisily against his cheeks. Curt reached down and began to jerk himself off, panting hard as he endured his teammate's brutal assfuck. Chad lunged forward one last time and tightened his grip on Curt's hips. At once cum pulsed violently from his twitching balls and deep into Curt's bowels, causing Chad to gasp and groan quietly as he emptied his load. The throbbing in his ass brought Curt off. He squeezed his big balls with his other hand and sprayed a second load all over his smooth belly. For a few seconds there was nothing but the extraordinary image of two young studs, their muscles rippling and glistening with sweat, joined at the midsection as they lost themselves in orgasm. Then at last they relaxed and Chad pulled out of the sweet 18 year-old ass. "Just remember, not a word," said Chad menacingly to Curt before heading back to his stall. Curt fumbled nervously with some tissues as he wiped his belly, then quickly reinstalled his vacuum pump. Then he slowly re-inserted the vibrator up his ass. He was surprised as he did that at how different it felt: comforting, somehow. He lay there for a while, unable to sleep as he attempted to figure out what to make of what he'd done. But by the time the machines began to whir and click again with the six o'clock milking program, he was lost again in deep sleep. That, as Chad had intended, was just the beginning of a whole sequence of illicit and very forbidden encounters that he initiated with Curt. Despite the rigid rules against wasting cum and engaging in unauthorized sex, he now regularly made use of the boy's deliciously tight ass for his own, cum-wasting pleasure. This went on for over a week, and quickly accelerated to meet the true pace of Chad's rapacious sexual tastes and urges. He regularly took Curt once at night, and during the day he took pleasure in finding a variety of ways to enjoy the young blond's smooth and submissive body. Though they always made it back in time for the regular daytime milkings and produced enough, they also wasted huge amounts of the precious cream too, onto the floor, down the shower drains, onto their bellies, up Curt's ass, or down each other's throats. In the shower room, while the other team members were playing video games, Chad took the belt from a bathrobe and tied Curt's wrists together, then tied the other end to one of the high shower heads. Forced to stand on tiptoe, Curt hung awkwardly against the wall while Chad fingered his ass, jerked him off into the shower drain, or fucked him--always very hard. He liked to jerk Curt off as he fucked him, to make his anus pulse with orgasm around his cock just as he came too. In the machine shop, he made Curt lie face-up on the floor and tied his ankles and wrists to opposite poles. Then he squatted over the squirming boy's face and forced him to eat his muscled ass, punishing him with hard pinches of his tits if he failed to lick his master's anus as he asked. Whenever he did this, Chad sat facing forward to Curt's feet, and the intensity of the forced rimming caused Chad's cock to leak an almost continuous drool of pre-cum onto Curt's chest, so copious it would start to pool on the floor before he came. There were many other innovations: an enema set made from kitchen implements, a dowel from the shed that he carved into a double-headed dildo, the discovery of where the lube supply was kept. But those were time-consuming projects. All Chad really needed to carry on his forbidden affair was the odd bit of rope, and at least ten minutes of privacy here and there. He introduced Curt to a number of intense pleasures, and in his capacity for sexual invention Chad, always a vain young man, thought he rivaled Mr. Stevens. How wrong he was. One day just after lunch, Mr. Stevens interrupted the team while they were relaxing in the lounge. He said he just needed their help for a moment: some heavy lifting to do and a surprise in appreciation of their tremendous productivity. He asked them to come in the nude as well, so they all casually slipped out of their uniforms of pale blue t-shirts and light grey nylon shorts. He and Joey led them to a small building near the dairy barn where they were kept, and when they entered found themselves in a large, brightly lit warehouse full of boxes, with ropes hanging from the ceiling. Stevens reached into a bag he'd brought with him and produced two odd-looking large black sheets. "Today I would like to honor a couple of your teammates who have made exceptional leaps in productivity," he said. "Chad, Curt, please step forward." They stepped before him, Chad smiling smugly to himself in the belief that he had really deceived Mr. Stevens. "Boys, your productivity of late has been astonishing." Stevens clapped both of them on the shoulders and said there was another treat, a big cake, and if they would just maybe lie down on these blankets and close their eyes, he'd have their teammates wheel it in. Chad and Curt, still tickled at the thought of winning a prize, lay down on the floor, eyes shut. They heard Mr. Stevens and Joey whispering to Tyler, Rick, Andy, Brian, and Will, and there was some snickering and laughing, then Chad thought he felt something touch his ankles. "Ready, set...SURPRISE!" yelled Stevens. Chad and Curt opened their eyes then suddenly felt themselves jerk violently upward. The shock was so sudden that Chad was disoriented for several seconds by the movement, and also by the sudden pain in his ankles. When he came around he realized that he was suspended face-up in mid-air, about three feet off the ground. Four ropes had been looped through the four corners of the "blanket" and were now hanging him as if in a strange hammock. Two knotted leather straps had been slipped around each of his ankles and had tightened sharply when they'd jerked upward; these were bound high up to the ropes on either side, forcing his legs up and apart. He began to struggle, seeing Curt do the same in the corner of his eye, until someone grabbed his wrists from behind and a another heavy leather strap bound them together. The strap was then attached to one of the ropes over his head. Curt and Chad looked on in horror as the remaining five boys, Mr. Stevens and Joey stood back and laughed. They were strung up helplessly in the two leather harnesses, their legs forced apart and high up, their muscular arms tightly bound together at the wrists and raised high up, just behind their heads. They struggled in vain at the thick leather straps. >From where Stevens stood it was a fine sight indeed. Two smooth, muscled young dudes bound in utter helplessness in mid-air, their asses fully exposed, begging for mercy. Stevens reached into his bag and pulled out a wooden paddle, then approached Chad and turned to the other boys. "Now you're going to see what happens to thieves!" he thundered. "These two little snots have been stealing regularly from me for more than a week, and I am not going to tolerate it for one more minute!" And with that he delivered four sharp, stinging swats on Chad's ass with the paddle. Chad howled in pain as the varnished pine made contact with his cheeks, and in mere seconds his butt was a flaming red. Stevens did likewise to Curt, who wailed and cried with each swat. They stopped struggling, their round, red asses swaying back and forth in the air. "You two little bastards have stolen a lot of product from me over the past ten days, and now you're gonna pay for it!" Curt's thoughts raced back in a panicked review of his illicit episodes with Chad, and he thought regretfully of all the cum he'd sprayed down the shower drain or wiped away with a tissue. "B-but Mr. Stevens, it wasn't me," he said fearfully, trying to explain himself. "It was Chad who made me do it, he--OOOOOOW"! Stevens' reply to the appeal was another brutal stroke of the paddle on the boy's already tender ass. "Shut up!" bellowed Stevens. "Both of you are equally responsible, I don't care who started what. All I care about is seeing you two whores made very sorry, and getting back all the cum you've stolen from me!" He dropped the paddle to the floor with a loud clatter. "I've got every damn moment on videotape from the security cameras," he said more calmly. "Now, I've calculated just how much cum you little bitches stole from me, and you're going to pay it back today--every single drop. And in the spirit of teamwork, everyone's going to pitch in." He instructed the other five guys, whose cocks were now all rock hard and swollen at the sight of Chad and Curt's red asses and exposed assholes, that they were to personally extract ten samples from each boy to make up what they had wasted together. More severely, they were to provide this in addition to being subjected to their daily milking quota. At the first the other boys were focused solely on the supposed impossibility of the task, but Stevens had anticipated this. He appealed to their self-interest by saying that, in order to make extraction easier, and as a reward to them for their honesty, they would each be allowed an additional two orgasms in the process--so long as they collected it as well. That did the trick. At once their faces registered crude animal lust. Tyler and Rick, standing at the front, started shafting their big eight-inch cocks in their hands, until they were dripping pre-cum onto the concrete floor. The other three followed suit, cupping their balls and toying with their nipples as they waited for the signal to start. Stevens produced some condoms and beakers for them to collect their product in, several tubes of lube, and a couple of large, ridged dildos. "Now, go to it, boys," he said gleefully. "Don't spare their thieving asses or their lying mouths. Just get me back what's mine!" Armed only with their hard, hormone-fired bodies and a couple of dildos, the remaining five young studs went after Chad and Curt with a lustful vengeance. The two captives thrashed in their leather harnesses, trying to loosen their straps, but it was pointless. They were at the mercy of their teammates's limitless sexual energy. Tyler, who had never really liked Chad that much, kneeled before his swaying harness and, with his hands firmly on Chad's ass, glued his lips to the 20 year-old's asscrack and began to suck and lick his anus. Rick found a small stool and stood at the other end, his powerful thighs gripping Chad's head as he forced the delinquent stud's face between his butt to tongue his ass as well. He still struggled in his bonds, unused to submission, but his cock swelled too as he savored the expert tongueing he was getting between his muscular, leather-bound legs. Curt was getting it too from the other three, but was more accustomed to being the bottom and had submitted to the restraint of the leather harness. Andy had turned the boy's head to the sign and was slowly feeding him his thick, veiny shaft, and experienced with amazement the kind of succulent cocksucking that Chad had secretly enjoyed for over a week. Meanwhile Will had greased up a ridged dildo and was slowly pushing it up Curt's ass, keeping a steady grip on the bound teammate's smooth thighs to keep him from wiggling away from it. Brian stood beside Curt, fisting his own cock with one hand while with the other he shafted Curt's with an agonizing, unbearable slowness. The smell of seven sweaty cocks dripping pre-cum filled the room. Tyler fitted one of the large condoms over Chad's cock and began to milk him as he continued tongueing his ass. Chad groaned from between Rick's asscheeks, and in a minute he spasmed in his harness, filling the condom with hot cum. Stevens came over and removed it carefully, then leaned over and sucked the thick, flaccid meat clean, leaving it ready for more. Andy was pumping faster in and out of Curt's sweet mouth. Suddenly he withdrew, groaning and gripping his cock, and ran for a beaker. He picked one up just in time to blow his load into it, then passed it to Stevens and went back for more. Next it was Brian's turn, beating off into a condom as he continue to torture Curt with a slow, well-lubed cock-stroking. He filled the extra-large reservoir with his cream, then removed and fitted it over Curt's cock. He increased his shafting to a violent speed, and instantly Curt buckled in his harness and gave up his load, filling the rubber with a double load. But it was Will who took the prize. He switched places with Tyler, who replaced the dildo in Curt's ass with a couple of fingers. Will grabbed Chad's thighs and placed his cock against his well-tongued asshole, then shoved--hard. Chad let out a long, pleasure-filled wail. It was no surprise to Stevens that there was no pain in the cry, for he had examined Chad's ass himself that first night and known that the boy was no stranger at all to ass-banging. Soon Chad's red, exhausted cock was back to full stiffness as he swayed back and forth in the harness with Will's vigorous backdoor pummelling. Unlike the others the was taking his time, wanting to savor the pleasure of using his cock to punish Chad and bring him back to the team. Tyler followed suit and, slowly withdrawing his fingers with a lot of wiggling, replaced them with his well-greased cock. As soon as his head popped through the relaxed anal muscle, he gasped at the incredible, glove-like tightness of Curt's firm ass. Tyler grimaced and panted as he continued to shove forward, determined to feel his victim's smooth asscheeks pressed firmly against his own sweaty groin. Rick was content where he was, his hands still gripped under Chad's head as he continued to force him to eat his hot ass. "Unh yeah, bitch, eat my ass out, tongue it good," he grunted as he rotated and ground his lower body over Chad's captive tongue. Suddenly he shivered and shut his eyes, and his cock jumped violently. Joey ran up with a beaker and grabbed Rick's cock, milking it aggressively to extract as much as possible. Rick grunted and swore at the double action on his asshole and cock, filling the glass with one of the biggest deposits Joey had ever seen. Tyler and Will were still happily shoving away, loving the intense ass-pounding that the swinging harnesses permitted. Their faces were coated in sweat and their hair was glued to their foreheads. Chad and Curt groaned and panted in their bondage, their newly erect cocks giving the lie to their feeble struggles. Then Will looked over at Tyler. "Hey--hey man--unh--you wanna cum together?" he asked raspily. "Yeah--yeah sure--unh--let's fuckin' do it!" answered Tyler. They both pulled out of their captives, who shivered and groaned excitedly as the boys' bulbous cockheads stretched past their anal muscles. They stood facing each other and grasped each other's cocks with freshly lubed hands, and began to beat each other off while their other hands stroked the other's heavy balls. They strained and grunted with effort, their muscles rippling in the cold light of the warehouse. Sweat streamed down their contorted, grimacing faces as they ran their sweaty hands rapidly up and down each other's raging hard dicks. A minute went by, and still they strained, increasing their speed as their muscular legs began to tremble with exhaustion. "Oh--oh man--I can't cum," groaned Tyler. "Feels too good. Takin' too long." Will grunted and nodded in agreement. Mr. Stevens decided to help them out. He had Brian kneel down between them, holding a beaker to each of their dripping, purple cocks. Then, standing between the two straining studs, he reached around on both sides and deftly shoved two fingers up each of their asses. At once the boys exploded. As they bellowed and shook with pleasure, Stevens and the others watched as each blew a gigantic load of cum into the glass vessels. From where he was kneeling, Brian could see their huge balls jump in their sacs as they pumped the thick cream out in huge quantities. Then at last they were done. Stevens withdrew his fingers and the two exhausted teammates fell to their knees, panting. He returned his chair, beside which Joey was sitting on the hard floor. He looked at his watch and poured himself a glass of ice water. "More," he said flatly. "I still need more." Two of the boys seized Chad and Curt's cocks and began to milk them, then gradually the whole scene started over again in a new configuration. Stevens drew Joey towards him, and his assistant unzipped the boss's pants and sucked him off as he watched the derelicts pay back their stolen cum. On and on it went, most of the energy now going into making Chad and Curt produce a huge number of loads, so that in only two hours, each had contributed four loads. By the end of it their balls were purple and they were squirming with discomfort. Stevens took pity on them. "Now that we've seen that you're not the super-producers you thought you were, I'll make it easy on you. We'll stop now, but continue tomorrow at the same time, until you've paid it all back." Chad and Curt groaned in their harnesses, their hands and legs limp with exhaustion. They were afraid to say anything, since they might confess how much they loved it. The next day after lunch they repeated the forced milkings, working away at the captive boys' bodies with hand, mouths, cocks and dildos until, at last, they had repaid all the stolen cum. In addition, there was everything the others had provided too. Stevens had them unstrapped from their harnesses and let out, and then both knelt beside him on the floor. His rested his hands lovingly on their heads and spoke kindly to them. "Boys, I don't want you to think badly of me, I just want what's mine and expect fair play. I also want you to feel respected and a real part of the team. So all is now forgiven." Chad and Curt stood and shook hands with Stevens, and everyone cheered. The team jogged off in unison to the showers, after which they relaxed to get ready for the six o'clock milking. Later that evening at a quarter after six, as Mr. Stevens watched the boys give themselves agonizingly slow handjobs that were prolonged with mild electric shocks, he tapped away at a calculator to figure out what he'd made. As compensation for the twenty lost loads, he'd made back thirty-two. That, and the very lucrative sideline he was now developing in porn videos made from the edited security camera tapes, translated into a lot of cash, only a fraction of which the boys would ever see. He decided to cancel the purchase of the winter home in Belize and focus on re-investing the profits into the business. He could bear another winter yet. After all, he thought as he watched the seven young studs struggle ineptly as they tried to keep from cumming, sometimes deferred pleasure is the greatest pleasure. End of Part 3 I'm always glad to hear from readers, so let me know what you think. gregstone@eroticstories.com

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Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 16:21:48 -0400 From: Jay Jones <jayslut@hotmail.com> Subject: hot-little-brat-assfucked-hard Enjoy. Disclaimer: This story involves male on male sex, hot assfucking, and lots of exhibitionism and domination. If that offends you, leave and fuck off. If that turns you on all the more, good. Chris was pounding away on his dick. Seven inch monster cock. He was sitting in front of his computer, 17, with his webcam pointed right at him. Blond gel'd hair, buck naked, 5'5", leaning back on his little gray computer chair, he stared hard at the pumping cock he was having camsex with. He moaned, overexaggeratedly. He liked putting on a show. He had never had sex before, and wanted to desperately. But he lived in a small town without many gay options, and so he used the one gay option he could find: the computer. And used it fucking passionately. It started with phonesex. He'd scour for guys, sending pictures of his hot little thin beautifully tanned fifteen-year-old body to guys in chatrooms. He always asked first, and sent pictures first (it's quicker than S2R, gets the job done easier). He was hot enough to know that he didn't have to pay for long-distance calls -- if a guy saw his pics, liked his big fat dick, he knew that they'd want him badly enough to call him and put up with the fee. Even if the guy lived in fucking Tokyo, he'd still pay. He was a twink, and a fucking hot twink. He'd spend hours finding the right guy, and once he did, he'd get the call and blow him the fuck away. He was hot, he was loud, he loved to cum, he loved to make them cum, and he loved stroking his seven inches multiple times per call. Usually a bottom -- he loved to be dominated and humiliated. It was a thing. Then he found a webcam and oh shit did he use it. Every night, every afternoon, whether his parents were home or not -- he didn't even close the door to the computer room. With his bare ass to the door and fat dick to the man's eyes on the screen, he jerked til his dick was sore. He even had regulars, 10 or 15 years older than he was, that gave him their pager and cell numbers so that if he ever needed to cum, they would go straight home and jerk off no matter where they were. Or if Chris really, really needed it, they'd do phonesex wherever on the spot. Fuck, even if he didn't really, really need it, even if he just kinda sorta maybe alittleinthemood wanted it, they'd jerk in their cubicle through their pockets or go out to their cars, strip, and have loud screaming jacking phonesex for 40 minutes or as long as little Chris wanted it. At the moment, 3:30 in the afternoon, he drove home from school about a half hour ago, started looking for a guy about 25 minutes ago, and has been jerking in front of this guy for about 15 minutes now. Porn was all over the screen. Pics of the guy that he had sent, random hot porn pics, Dudes Off Campus somewhere in the background, and, of course, the Netmeeting window with the guy inside (and even a little mini-window of Chris jerking off himself -- he liked to watch what he looked like to whatever guy he was jacking with). The guy he was doing it with today was middle-aged. 40. Acceptable looks. Chris was in the mood to give a guy the fuck of his life -- impressive when through a computer screen, but entirely doable by him. A little balding, but good muscles. A little bit of a beer belly. He was sitting in a messy uglyass room, on a normal wooden chair, stroking a 6 inch dick and moaning, trying to match Chris' overly loud screams and moans. Chris was pumping away, close to cumming, he kept whispering "fuck..." over and over, sometimes closing his eyes and imagining the averagely little dick in front of him pounding his tight virgin asshole. He wanted to be rammed. So. Fucking. Badly. He was moaning hard. Getting ready to cum. Not in an I'm-gunna-cum-in-5-seconds-way scream, but a I'm-getting-ready-to-pump-my-dick-off-hard way. The guy had already cum, and was sitting there, naked, limp dick, licking cum off his fingers, imagining it was Chris' he was tasting as he stared at the vigorously pumping Chris. "ugh shit, fuck me.. fUUUUUUck.." And then he heard the garage door. "Shit! Shit! Fuck!" It was his mother coming home, he half-knew she was coming home (in fact, she usually came home at 3:15-3:20, and it was about 20 minutes after that by now), and half loved the danger of it. But shit. His clothes weren't even downstairs in the computer room. He had stripped naked upstairs, in his bedroom, since he loves to prance around naked and toyed with the idea of getting caught. But now, it didn't seem like such a good idea. He heard the car turning off as he frantically tried to close all the porn on the screen, and then turn the computer off. But it wasn't turning off. Shit! SHIT! And he was still naked, with all 7 inches hanging out, harder and longer than before because of the excitement, smacking against his balls thighs and abs, bobbing up and again as Chris ran around. He heard the garage door begin to roll down and the adjoining door rattle, so finally he just turned the button off haphazardly and ran upstairs seconds naked, dick bobbing and throbbing, panting, passing right by the door as it opened. He was upstairs on the landing as his mother came in, directly below, and wondered what the noise was. "Christopher? Chris?" He was panting, trying to make it seem less quiet, but he was directly above her, he responded "Yeah mom?" trying to hide his exasperation. All she had to do was to walk three more steps, turn, and look up to see her 17-year-old gay son naked with his fully rock hard cock pointing straight over her head. "Chris what's wrong?" "Nothing" he stammered -- "I just thought I heard my phone ringing up here." "Oh," she said, and he heard the sound of hard heel footsteps walking away toward the kitchen, "if you're hungry I brought home some chicken." His tone was more stable now, along with his heartrate, and his dick was sadly beginning to loosen up into its usual soft 3" flaccid. "No thanks, Mom, I had some cereal when I got home." And he walked toward his room, closed the door, and panted sighingly on his bed. Energized, awake, and LOVING the fact that his mother almost caught her teenage son pumping hard to a middle-aged fat man on the computer. He looked around and tried to find something "erotically pleasing" to do. He mulled over calling Kyle on his cell phone for prompt and immediate phonesex, he imagined egging him on to fuck his tight little hole til he bleeds, rape his ass, pound and pound til he cries in pain, out in his backyard or on the roof or some other fucking hot imaginary phonesex location. This got him a little hard already. About 5 and a half inches, soft and malleable, but workable as he reached down for his proud prick and searched for his name in the directory. He hit select, let it ring 6 times before it picked up. "Hello?" asked an innocent, 32-year-old voice. "Fuck me. Make me cum." Chris was so cute. "Hold on. Chris? Let me just... I'm at work. What's that noise?" Chris had just realized they were doing construction work on his roof. Fucking Mexicans. "They're working on my house again. My dad wants new roofing tiles." "I can barely hear you. What?" "Nevermind. Kyle, Im sorry. I'll call you later." "What? Chris I can't hear--" He hung up. Annoyed. Fucking A, he was horny. Bouncing off the fucking walls, practically. "I. Want. To. Cum." And the goddamn construction wasn't making it any better. Now he really noticed just how loud it was. Fuck! He couldn't have camsex with his mom right in the kitchen opposite the computer room. He couldn't have phonesex, with all the noise. All the fucking noise. BANG! BANG! Repeatedly. On the roof. Right above his room. Fucking hell. Chris was so pissed off that he went to his window, opened it, and screamed at the guy on the ladder, "Will you PLEASE keep it the fuck down up there?" The Mexican construction worker, shirtless, not really too hot, was about 3 feet to the left from him and a two feet above, on a ladder. He looked over at the half-naked teen body glaring at him and almost lost his footing. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't. I'll try to keep it as quiet as I can, though." He jerked his body at a more secure angle and forced an apologetic smile. "Yeah, well, try fucking harder." came Chris' response. And he slammed the window shut and walked back inside, ass and cock bouncing as he walked. He was soft now, not even interested. He went into his walk-in closet to pick out some clothes to wear. Some tight jeans, a t-shirt he usually slept in, and socks sufficed. He had put on a thong underneath just for the hell of it. As he was putting his clothes on, he heard his window open. He walked out of his closet and saw that the ladder was pushed over and up against his window, and the worker was standing in his room in front of the window. "What are you doing in here? Get the fuck out of my room! WHAT THE FUCK?" "You need to be taught a lesson." The worker, who was 5'7" and was just two inches taller than Chris, took off his gloves and threw them on the ground. "Take off your clothes." The worker said forcefully but without much concern while he undid his overalls slumped them off and kicked his boots off. His body was flabby, but extremely well-muscled. It was the kind of body that wasn't weightroom workout perfected, but built beautifully by hard labor. Chris just stood there, forming "NO!" in his mind. But before he could say anything, the worker just stared at him, naked, angry, pissed off, and said "You little brat. What did I say? Take your fucking clothes off now before I beat the shit out of you." The Mexican's dick was getting hard, and he was pumping it a little inbetween words to make a dramatic effect. Chris just said "No. No I'm not going to take off my clothes. Get the hell out of my room. You work for me. Remember? You're just a fucking construction worker on my million-dollar house. Put your fucking clothes on, get on my fucking roof, get out of my fucking room, or I'll call my fucking Mom. GET OUT." "Fine. We'll do this the hard way." Chris turned and went for the door and opened it a crack before the large naked worker caught up with him with ease and slammed it shut and put his dirty callous hands over the boy's mouth. He closed it, locked it with one hand, and with his other still holding Chris' mouth shut, he ripped off his cheap little Gap white t-shirt, size small, with a forced chuckle. Chris had panic in his eyes. "You're hard. Don't even try to pretend like you're not enjoying this." Chris started making loud muffled screams before the guy pushed his hand over his mouth harder and put his other behind his head and applied a shitload of force between the two -- "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Kid." After a 20-second staring between the two had calmed the boy down, the worker took the hand from the back of his head down and singlehandedly unbuckled the belt and pushed it aside, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans -- all with his other hard shoved over Chris' panicking face and his naked body slammed against the boy's and pushed up against the door. He pushed the pants down and laughed when he saw the thong. Chris' face turned beat red, but still silent, embarassed. It was a tiny red thong, with his large cock fully-hard and fully-noticeable under the small red pouch, and his small 17-year-old ass hanging out in the back except for a tiny red line of fabric. With a snicker, the worker slammed his hand harder against the boy's mouth while his other hand squeezed and toyed with the boy's fragile prick through the thin fabric. He pulled it and turned it and squeezed it and punched it and slapped it -- all making poor Chris moan and squint with hurt, frantic lines forming along his forehead and trying futilely to make painful noises against the man's smelly veiny hand. Finally, with one hand, the worker pulled the fabric of the thong from the front dick side, and pulled it and pulled until the fabric stretched so far against Chris' 17-year-old asscrack and poor little hairless balls that he winced and tears formed in his eyes, he couldn't even make a sound to express how... hot it felt. Pure hot. But the kid, always wanting to please his audience, put on a good show for the manly construction worker who thought he was striking terror in this little faggot's heart and making him so afraid that his scrotum shook in fearful horror. "Get on the bed. If you don't say a word when I take my hand off your mouth, I won't throw you out the window when I'm done shoving my semen up your ass. We clear on that?" Chris nodded as much as the man's hand would allow him, and before he knew what was going on, he threw the naked-except-for-his-socks boy onto his bed with both hands. "OW!" Chris let out, involuntarily, as his head hit the headboard, ass up in the air. "What did I say?" the worker demanded and smacked the boy's ass cheeks so hard that he flipped over and glared at the boy, who was rubbing his bruised head. "Shut the FUCK up, and you'll live." Chris nodded and pretended to shrug his eyebrows nervously. "Over." Chris laid on his chest. "Put the pillow in your mouth." He did as he was told. "And put your ass up, hands over your head." He always loved a good domination. The short Mexican worker spit on his hands and spread his wet fingers in the boy's ass, who groaned with a little yelp (even though this was his "first time", he was used to the feeling -- he always fingered himself, had a dildo, even had anal beads in the dresser sitting behind the man unwashed from the last time he had used them as an extra toy on his webcam.) He licked his fingers and spit some more and put it on his dick. And then he rammed his fat Mexican cockhead into Chris' virgin asshole. Chris moaned hard and loud and with increased trebble into the absorbing pillow. And he pounded again. He started moaning low himself, while he ravaged the boy's ass "Fuck..." he began "Shit your ass is tight." All Chris could respond with was muffled pillow gasps and moans and a barely audible singular "Yeah. Yeeeah." Chris closed his eyes and felt the fuck. The man pounded his hard dick into teenager, "Come on, come on, you like it, don't you fag? You like the feel of my dick in your little butthole? Don't you, little fucker?" He pounded extra hard. "Huh?" Harder. "HUH?" He pounded his dick into it with extra force. "Well?" Chris was really hurting now, this was unnecessary. "WELL? I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU!" Chris made a sound, and the man just smacked his ass hard, clobbered his back with a fist, and bounced against his ass three times: "LOUDER! TELL ME YOU WANT MY COCK IN YOU!" Chris screamed loud enough into his pillow so loudly that his voice was indiscernable and lost somewhere in the intense decible but enough for the pillow to unhinder the understanding of his words, "I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME!" "LOUDER!" he fucked the boy's ass so hard real tears were forming again "TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOU!" he pounded wildly and viciously against the boy's ass, and the boy screamed into his pillow "I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME!" the man pounded his fist against the boy's back, pushing his head and body further against the bedding and asked, while fucking rapidly, "'I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME' WHAT?", and the boy immediately responded as hard as he could between sobs of pain and fucking intense ecstacy, "I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME, SIR! PLEASE, SIR!" And the man fucked his ass over and over, pounding his body against the tight little small ass, harder and louder than before, "That's better," he grunted before mind-shattering moans started coming from the both of them. The pillow was out of Chris' mouth at this point and the man didn't care, both of them forgot about it, while the worker rampaged against the skinny virgin asshole that his fat dick was exploring and puncturing. "UGHHHHHHHHHH! Here I come!" And the man wildly bucked back and forth at Chris' little ass until huge spurts of cum came out against the walls of his prostate and inbetween thrusts splattered against his cheeks and down his thighs. Both, panting, stayed doggy style for a few moments, savoring, forgetting the "rape" situation that was happening around them. Inbetween gusts of much-needed breath, his tight beautiful tanned frame gasping expanding and collapsing beneath the man's weight, sputtered out sheepishly and coyly, "So -- my turn? now?" The man smiled, not really that surprised. It wasn't like it was the first time this has happened. "Get on, cocksucker. Make it good." And the two shuffled and changed positions, sweat dripping and mixing against both tight skins and pulsing desperate muscles. Chris was on top of the worker now, their faces and cocks pointed toward the door. "Fuck me" the man emitted and the words pushed out of his mouth quick and hungry. The boy bounded against the large bubbly and muscular butt in front of him. His first fuck. Sentimental moment. He raped against the man's ass, shoving all 7 and a half inches up there, "AWWWWW!" Chris moaned, in compliance with the man's own grunts and moans, "FUUUUCK! FUCK! AWWW. Aw. Ugh. Ugh. AWWWW!" fucking hell, "Fuck my ass!" the man let out "Fuck! Shit your cock's huge! FUCK ME! FUUUUCK! UUUUUGH!" Chris kept "AWWWWWWW" AWWWWW AWWWW"s up while his fat dick slammed into the worker's ass. Suddenly, the door to his room opened and in walked his mother, gasping, "Christopher? Chris? CHRIS?!?" but the two just kept on fucking. Chris tried to shoot a smile at his mom but was too active and in the moment to do anything but wince in ecstacy and grind his dick into the man's ass "Mom -- leave." and continued fucking the worker's ass out. "And -- give him a tip later, -- ok? He's -- he's really good -- at his job." he panted out, barely. "UUUUUUUGHHH! I'M GUNNA CUM! SHIIIIT!" "Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" "AWWWW SHIT!" he pounded and slammed against the ass a few more times before he spurted his boy cum into the man's asshole, and collapsed on his strong back. The end. For now. Want to hear more? Let me know. If there's a response I'll continue. If you wanna cyber or phone, lemme know. And even if you don't -- send me some hot fanmail and I promise I'll write back. My email: twigroove@hotmail.com

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Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 13:00:56 -0800 (PST) From: E Scheib <dadspanker2001@yahoo.com> Subject: Turning the Tables- Pt. 1 Authors Note: All of the typical disclaimers apply. If you are not an adult, you shouldn't be on this site. This is a story(s) that is pure fiction. If others have real-life experiences similar, or similar fantasies, the author would like to hear from you. Hope that you enjoy! Turning the Tables- Pt. 1 I grew up in a very strict household in Southern California, and was subjected to spankings at the hands of my father until I moved out of the house at 23, after completing college. Although I protested greatly that I was too old to be spanked, Dad would always reply that one was never too old to be spanked, and that if I were to remain living in his house, I would have to follow his rules. When I misbehaved, I was spanked. End of story. He was true to his word! Being subjected to spankings as a teenager and adult was very humiliating. It also hurt very much. Dad used his hand only, but a spanking was never over until I was sobbing like a baby. Afterwards, I would seethe and fantasize that I could dish out some of the punishment instead of being on the receiving end all the time. I never expected this scenario would ever come to fruition, which made it that much more satisfying when it did. Let me explain. I am now 36 and have a good career that I worked very hard to advance at. I have been able to invest and save much for someone my age and should be able to retire at 55, if I choose to. I have a beautiful condo near the beach. I was very happy with my life, when circumstances warranted Dad moving in with me. I was not happy about my perfect little world being disrupted, especially due to the circumstances. Dad is now in his late 50's and is in very good shape for a man his age. Being an ex-Navy man, he has stayed interested in physical fitness his whole life. After Mom died of a heart attack several years earlier, Dad's life unraveled quickly. He began hitting the bottle and Vegas frequently. He retired sooner than he should've, because he lost interest in working. After his 2nd DUI in the past few years, he lost his drivers license for a year. He found himself in some serious financial troubles due to the drinking and gambling. He was feeling guilty and irresponsible when he called me one day at work and asked if he could come for dinner. He wanted to talk about something important. We agreed to meet on Saturday night and bar-b-que some steaks. He arrived at 5 sharp. I was at the door when I saw the cab pull up. Although I could tell that he had already had several drinks previously, I opened us each a beer. We had a few more while chit-chatting and then had a nice steak dinner. Although he was talkative throughout, I could tell that he was nervous about whatever he had come to talk about. It was finally time for us to talk. "OK, Dad", I questioned. "What's up?" "Well...", he paused. "I have to sell the house and want to know if I can move in here with you for a bit?" I wasn't expecting that! I said nothing for a bit and was thinking about what it would mean to my life, living with Dad again. "You don't have to answer me now", he stated. "Just think about it." We talked for awhile longer, and he explained what was going on. The gambling, drinking and lawyers fees for the DUI's had cut into his savings quite a bit. Without a drivers license for at least a year, the area where he lived was inconvenient for getting around. Plus, the house reminded him of Mom all of the time. At my place, everything was within walking distance. He also had some issues with the IRS due to the gambling and needed to pay them a significant amount. I felt sorry for him and told him to give me a few days to think about it. He agreed, and I called him a cab and he left. I decided to take a walk on the beach, to clear my head and think about things. Of course, I was going to let him move in. He's my father. I thought about renting him a place nearby. I had the money, but knew that Dad would never go for it. He has too much pride to take money from his son. As I continued walking, I began to think of rules and conditions that he would have to agree to and follow, if I allowed him to move in with me. Then it hit me, and I stopped dead in my tracks. When he didn't follow the rules, there would have to be consequences. I would treat him the same way that I was treated when I was living in his house. Obey or be spanked! I ran home and called Dad on his cell phone. I told him to come back to the house on Sunday afternoon and we would discuss rules and conditions for him moving in. He agreed. I then went to my computer and, over several hours, typed up a contract for him to sign if he agreed to the terms and conditions. I went to bed, but slept restlessly. I was looking forward to Sunday afternoon. Dad arrived in time for the 1:00 football game, and we drank some beers and watched the game. It was time for us to have our talk before getting a pizza for dinner. I had just enough of a buzz to help with my nervousness. I started the conversation. "OK, Dad", I said. "Although I understand the situation that you find yourself in, it doesn't change the fact that you have been undisciplined and irresponsible since Mom died." "I know", Dad conceded. His face took on an expression of embarrassment with my comment. "I miss Mom, too", I continued. "And I cannot imagine how hard it has been for you." "It's been hard", Dad stated. "But, that doesn't excuse you for the poor judgment and mistakes that you have made", I scolded. "I know", Dad conceded again. "You're lucky that Jim is such a good lawyer, or you probably would've had to do some jail time because of the 2nd DUI", I reminded him. "I know", he replied once again. I had him right where I wanted him. "You won't be so lucky if there is a 3rd one!", I stated forcefully. "There will not be a 3rd one, right?" "No sir", he responded. "I will never drink and drive again" "Alright", I replied. "I have written a contract and an addendum that I want you to sign and agree to, regarding the rules of the house. Lets discuss them." For the next 20 minutes or so, we went over the contract. It was fair and nothing in it overbearing. He basically would agree to turn over his finances to me, until such a time that all debts were paid and he had demonstrated that he was able to be responsible for them again. I, in turn, would make sure all of the bills and debts were paid each month and would invest monies to build his savings up again. He would receive an allowance each month. For extra money, he would take a p/t job in town. I wasn't going to have a couch potato living in my house. He agreed to all of this easily, as Mom had been the financial expert in the marriage and Dad would be relieved to not have those responsibilities anymore. I also included a provision that he attend at least one AA meeting a week, and one Gamblers Anonymous meeting a week. He was only allowed 3 trips to Vegas a year, with no credit cards and an agreed upon gambling amount between us, depending on the state of his financial affairs. He protested a lot about these issues, but in the end agreed and initialed each line item in the contract. The final clauses were about chores. He agreed to those clauses easily. Now came the addendum, which contained the consequences of not following the contract. During our discussion, Dad had enquired several times about the references to the consequences, and I told him that we would discuss that last. This was the moment. I opened another beer, as I was getting quite nervous again. I took a deep breathe and decided I had nothing to lose, at that point. "When I was living with you and Mom, you were very strict regarding following the rules of the house, were you not?", I questioned. "Yes", he replied slowly. Dad had begun to realize what the consequences would entail. "What was the result when I broke the rules?", I continued. "I spanked you.", he replied. "You don't expect..." he started, but I cut him off. "Yes, I do!" I scolded. "There was never any gray area, Dad. If I wanted to live in your house, I had to follow the rules. If I didn't, I got spanked, right." "Yes, but.." He stammered. "No buts Dad!", I continued. "This is my house, and if you want to live here, you will follow the rules. When you don't, you will receive a spanking. Understood!" "But I'm almost 60 years old", he pleaded. "I'm too old to be treated like a child." "Ah, yes.", I gloated. "I remember making the same age arguments when I felt I was too old to be spanked. Do you remember what your reply always was?" "Yes", he conceded. "And what was that", I asked. "That one was never too old to benefit from a good, sound spanking", he sighed. "That's right", I concluded. "This is not open for discussion. If you want to live here, you will sign this addendum and agree to spankings when you do not follow the rules." "You think about it some", I stated. "I'm going to walk down to the pizza place and get us our pizza. I'll be back in about a half hour." I left, but my heart was beating a mile a minute. Would he agree? I hoped so, but not just for revenge. The rules would be good for him. He needed the direction back in his life. I would let him move in either way, but I hoped that he didn't realize that and call my bluff. With that card off the table, I would have no way of enforcing the rules which were in his best interest. I ordered our pizza and waited for it. When I arrived back at the condo, Dad handed me the signed addendum. He didn't call my bluff! "Here son", he said. "I thought about it while you were gone, and begrudgingly admit that you are doing the right thing. I have been acting like a child for quite some time now, and deserve to be punished like one. Hell, if I was in your position, I would've spanked me several years ago after the first DUI!", he admitted. "I'll just have to follow all of the rules, so it doesn't ever happen. Right...?", he smiled. "Not exactly, Dad", I replied. "I've thought along those same lines and do wish that I would've done this earlier. So, you will get a spanking tonight before bed. I've bought pajamas and toiletries for you in your new bedroom and you will sleep over tonight. You have clothes there already for tomorrow. In the morning, we have an appointment with my broker to list the house. I'm taking the day off of work." "Shit!", was all that he could reply. The rest of the evening, we watched tv, drank beer and ate pizza. At around 10 p.m., I instructed Dad to bathe and get ready for bed. When he was done, he was to call me to his room, to receive his spanking. He was going to get spanked the same way that I always was, before bedtime. At about 10:45, Dad called from upstairs for me to come spank him. While walking up the stairs, I was surprisingly calm. I entered the room to find Dad sitting nervously on his bed. The pleadings started. "Come on Mike, I'll be good from now on, I promise. I haven't been spanked for over 40 years. Please, please don't spank me!" I said nothing. I placed the straight back desk chair in the middle of the room, sat down in it, and motioned Dad over. I noticed that he had a bit of a bulge in his pajama bottoms and chuckled inside at his embarrassment. (Although I was also getting a hard-on) After a few moments, he came over and stood to the right of me. I unsnapped his pajama bottoms and guided him across my lap. What a sight to behold! There was my fathers nice white ass across my lap, waiting to be spanked. I thought that I was dreaming. It was time to start. "OK, Dad", I stated. "You know the rules. You will be spanked to tears, until I am convinced that you have been sufficiently punished. No amount of pleading and carrying on will end your spanking until I am satisfied. Trying to escape or protesting too much, will warrant another spanking tomorrow night, and every night until such behavior is curtailed. Do you understand?" "Yes", he sheepishly replied "Yes, what", I scolded. "You will treat me with the proper respect when I am punishing you." "Yes, SIR!", he replied. SMACK! Dad yelped. He must've forgotten what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a spanking. I stopped for a few moments to notice the red mark on his round ass. Then, I began again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Drinking and driving", I scolded. "You SHOULD know better than to drink and drive!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ohhhh! Ouch! Please Stop!" he pleaded. "I'll be good. I promise to be good!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Damn right you will behave!", I lectured. "Or you will find yourself in this position often! Do YOU understand ME!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ouuccchhh... Yes,...yes, sir", he answered. "I promise that I will obey. I promise!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! On and on it went. I continued to scold and spank, and he continued to apologize. Dad is a big, tough guy; but, I knew that I had him close to tears. Then, it finally happened. "What would Mom think of the way you have been living your life?", I demanded. "She's probably spinning in her grave!!!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I'm sooooooo sorry!", he sobbed. That was the last legible words that came out of his mouth for the rest of his spanking, although the spanking continued for several more minutes. Dad just gasped and cried. It took him a few seconds after the spanking was done before he realized it. He continued to lay over my lap until he regained his composure. I helped him up and he was no longer hard! He gave me a hug and promised to behave. "Now, go get the lotion from the bathroom and get back over my lap", I ordered. "I'm going to be nicer than you ever were to me and rub some lotion on your bare bottom." "Yes, sir", he replied. To Be Continued

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Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2022 21:48:29 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 36 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 36 Andrew woke up from his dreamless sleep a little cold. It was dark. So dark, in fact, that he couldn't remember where he was at first. Then he smelled the fire that had burned out at some point earlier and remembered the cabin. John's cabin all by itself hidden in the woods. And just the two of them to enjoy it. Andrew realized with a start that he was alone on the floor. John must have gotten up earlier and moved to the bed without waking him up. That was thoughtful of him. If slightly misguided, Andrew amended as he shivered from the cold. Well, no matter: he'd just have to make his way to the bed and rejoin John. He slowly stretched a little bit to make sure his legs wouldn't cramp up on him and stood up, trying to be as silent as possible. It apparently wasn't as pitch black as it seemed, because he was starting to make out the very faintest of shapes in the darkness. He hoped if he waited a little more, he would be able to make out where he was going. He knew where the bed was, of course, he was just hesitant to move that way because he was certain that he would slam his toe into something in the gloom. He tried to listen for John's breathing, but he could barely make it out from all the nighttime noises coming from outside the cabin. He was trying his very best to let John sleep and not wake him up. After a few moments, he finally felt confident he could make his way without raising a ruckus, so he took one careful step after another until he guessed he was beside the bed. He leaned over and reached out tentatively to see which side of the bed John was on. The first swipe revealed nothing, so he swept his foot forward a little bit to make sure he was next to the bed like he thought. He was not. It turned out he was more than a foot away from it still. Once he shuffled forward, he repeated his sweeping gesture over the bed, and this time bumped something that gave way when pushed, but sprang back to its original spot when released. It wasn't too big, but definitely solid. Of course: the heat it gave off made it quite clear that this was John's midnight wood. Andrew marveled at that for a moment. It was sticking straight up! He had never seen one that was truly perpendicular when a guy was lying down. The ones he'd known all angled up toward their chins. John's breathing hadn't changed, and Andrew knew it was his sleep rhythm. They had slept together enough for Andrew to recognize that. He still didn't want to disturb John's sleep, but it would be a crying shame to let this perfect opportunity go to waste! Andrew could feel his mouth watering even before he had officially decided what was going to happen next. He leaned down over the bed and carefully drew that glorious cock into his mouth. He just closed his mouth over the head and listened to see if there was any response, but John's breathing remained unchanged. Andrew slowly started to slide up and down John's pole, making sure to keep it at a nice and easy pace. Although he was tempted, he didn't want to really suck on it. He was more interested in coating it with as much saliva as he could. He soon had it slicked up and practically dripping with spit. He stuck a few fingers in his mouth next and slobbered over those too before he reached behind himself to try to get himself ready for his next move. With that accomplished, he crept closer to the bed. He was now grateful that the mattress was an old stuffed kind without any springs in it at all. While it had proven heavy and difficult to put sheets on earlier, he knew there would be no jouncing about if he got up on it, which was exactly his plan. Andrew stepped up onto the mattress and then swung his other leg up and over John so he straddled him. With utmost care, he took hold of John's raging hard-on and slowly lowered himself onto it. He paused just a moment to make sure he was lined up, took a deep breath, and then sank slowly but surely all the way down. He could feel John's pubes scratching his rear as he sat bottomed out to let his hole get used to the intrusion once again. It felt like John's poker was red hot as it radiated heat into Andrew. He soon felt comfortable with its bulk (which thankfully took less time each time), and slowly rose up to the crown again before letting himself down again. John was somehow still oblivious judging from his breathing, but Andrew was pretty certain that wouldn't last. So much for not waking up John, he thought with a grin. He rose again and dropped again. It felt amazing and he had complete control of the pace, which was great. But now he was ready for more. He rose again and let gravity pull him down this time, notably harder than a moment ago when he was using his legs to slow his descent. John began to stir from the bumps as Andrew worked himself on John's dick harder and harder. John became conscious with a start and a jerk that speared himself just a bit deeper up than Andrew had managed up to now. A rough growl escaped as he realized what was happening. Then John reached up with his strong hands and grabbed Andrew by the waist on either side and helped lift him up and then guide him back down to meet John's now-thrusting hips rising off the bed. The intensity ratcheted up instantly and both men were groaning and grunting in no time. John lifted his outside knee up, tightened his grip on Andrew's waist and pulled him down hard onto his cock before he performed an unexpected feat of strength and control, thrusting to the side and literally lifting Andrew off his crouching legs into a roll with Andrew ending up on his back on the other side of the bed still completely impaled on John. Without missing a beat, John grabbed Andrew's ankles and held them wide as he kept up the frenetic pace and ravished Andrew's hole. "Oh god, YES!" cried Andrew. "Fuck me!" John grunted a growl in response. "Yeah? You like me drilling you like a cheap Saturday night whore?" "Yes! Give it to me!" "Boy, you're about to get what you deserve for waking a sleeping dragon!" "Yes, John, yes!" Andrew was nearly delirious again with the intensity of the moment as John slammed his rock-solid battering ram into him again and again. He may have started things in motion, but the tables had turned, and John was now in complete control and there was no stopping him now. John bellowed in and out big gulps of air as he fucked the living daylights out of this sexy man bellow him. Andrew suddenly grabbed both of John's thighs to pull him even closer and that was enough to trigger John into exploding his pent-up load deep into Andrew with a roar. He kept shooting and shooting with Andrew's hungry ass pulling in volley after volley after volley of cum. Andrew was shooting now too, and the tightening of his ass muscles pulled even more out of John. It was like his very life was getting sucked out of him through his dick. It was literally minutes before the high began to ebb. "Damn!" John exclaimed in a gasp as he collapsed back to where he had started before this all began. "Wow," breathed Andrew. "I'm going to have to be careful where I sleep from now on or I might not get any," John remarked wryly. "You might be right," Andrew agreed. "I saw your cock sticking straight up and I couldn't let that go to waste." "You're so considerate." "Always," Andrew replied. "I'm just glad it worked." "Oh, it `worked out' all right!" John said vehemently. "I'm still trying to catch my breath." "Well, that's a good sign in my book," Andrew declared as he rolled up on top of John again. "Mine too," John admitted with a smile. "Good," said Andrew, before leaning down and kissing him full on the mouth. He could feel his own cum starting to drip from his chest and stomach, and on a sudden impulse, he dropped completely onto John and ground their bodies together. By the time they broke the kiss, they shared a coating of man-seed. Only then did it dawn on John what happened. "Why you little stinker!" "I had to share the wealth," Andrew laughed. "I see..." "I'll wash it off in the morning." "I'm going to hold you to that." "Only if you hold me in the meantime." "That can be arranged." "I hope so," Andrew said dreamily as he slid partially off to one side. One arm and one leg remained on top of John. Andrew could feel John's heartbeat through the hand laying on his chest and he could hear John's breathing still slowing to a more normal rate as he nestled his head on John's shoulder. True to his word, John covered Andrew's hand with his own and reached his other arm around Andrew to hold him close. They both returned to dreamland. The next morning was properly laid back and uneventful. They had breakfast, did some more upkeep on the cabin itself, cut the grass (with a scythe, no less!), and washed and replaced the bedding they had dirtied. Around 12:30, John was satisfied that they had done due diligence to the cabin and called a halt to the work. "Okay," he began. "Now that the work is done, we have options. We can either stay here and continue to rough it out just the two of us, or we can spend the rest of the time down in the main camp. Before you answer, there are a few things to consider: "First, I do need to head down and take care of something in the next few hours regardless of what we decide. It's no bother to go down and just come back up, it just eats a bit of time. "Secondly, I don't know about you, but I'd really like a shower. We can do that here or in the outhouse. In fact, we could also wait until we check into a cabin at the Jacks, but personally, I'd much rather shower before going into the office to get the cabin key. "Thirdly, there is something of an event tonight, so it won't be as quiet as it was last week. Not that it ever gets loud exactly, but it won't be as tranquil as it was last week. "I also have no idea what cabins are available, so we may or may not get the treehouse, if you were thinking of that." "I see," said Andrew slowly. "Do you have a preference?" "Barely," John laughed. "Like I said, I really don't want to stink when I walk into the office, and I'd prefer to use the outhouse shower to fix that rather than the frontier spray-down method up here." "I totally get that," Andrew responded with a smile. "The other thing is�-all other things being equal�-it's a long rough trail to get up here, so I tend to not take it any more than I have to." "That makes sense too," said Andrew with a nod. "Don't get me wrong," John added quickly. "If you like it here, we should just stay here. It's no big deal." "You make it sound like this is our only chance to come up here, but we could roll up here pretty much anytime we want to, right?" "There is that," John chuckled. "Then let's blow this popsicle stand and move down to the camp." "Are you sure? I feel like I talked you into it." "Did you make any of that up?" "No, it's all true." "Then we're good. So get your crap already and let's hit that shower!" "Yes, boss!" John replied with a grin. They collected what gear they had and loaded them into those handy boxes in the Jeep. John pulled out a bunch of canned food and a few other items from the Jeep and they re-stocked the cabin with them before doing one last tour around the place to make sure everything was shipshape. Once they were satisfied, they clambered into the old red rust bucket and made their way back down the trail toward civilization. They passed the grotto and its lovely picnic glade and kept going until they reached the hidden surprise outhouse. It looked exactly as Andrew remembered it, but it was still something of a shock to walk into out in the middle of the woods. They set their clothes and toiletries down and started to undress. Andrew noticed his reflection in the mirror and decided a shower was indeed needed before any public appearance. He was reminded of all the fun they'd already had in this room. Had it really only been three weeks since he'd first been here? For all its continuing newness, that seemed like forever ago. That was when he realized what caused what he was beginning to think of the "time capsule effect" of this place. It was spotless. No smears on the mirror glass or even a layer of dust on the counter. "How does this place stay so clean?" Andrew wondered aloud. John chuckled. "We can thank Coop for that. He sees to it that the place gets cleaned once a week or so. He sometimes grumbles about it though because it's not like it gets a lot of use. And those few that do know about it are generally pretty conscientious about cleaning up after themselves. There's kind of an honor code among the `inner circle' to pitch in with the upkeep, you might say." "'Inner circle'? Really?" "It's not really anything that formal, I promise you. It's just that I don't advertise the place to just anybody." "But anyone can just walk in here! You never lock any doors-�don't think I didn't notice!" "Of course not! Anyone in the woods would be thrilled to discover a place to clean up, and how rude would it be to find it all locked up tight? Same goes with the cabin. If someone gets lost in the woods or stuck out here after nightfall, they have a safe place to sleep. There are plenty of animals around here that could bring danger, so I sleep better at night knowing that I am doing my part to keep people safe." "But what if people steal stuff or wreck the place?" "That would suck," John admitted. "But so far theft and damage have been minimal. Like I said, even though these are pretty far from the road and not the easiest to find, Coop makes his rounds up here once a week to make sure we don't have squatters or troublemakers causing problems. And the other guys are around sporadically as well. It's been fine so far, and I just hope it stays that way for a long time to come." "Me too, for what it's worth." "Thanks, now let's get clean!" "I'm all in!" John started the water to get it temp before he turned back to Andrew. "What are you in the mood for?" "You mean besides a shower?" "Well, yeah. I'm thinking some old school rock." "Oh! Music! Sure, that sounds fine," Andrew agreed. "But how old is `old' to you?" "Good question!" John laughed. "How about Journey, America, Eagles, Zeppelin, and stuff like that?" "Sounds good." With a tap and a couple swipes on the control screen, the music began to play. They sang along and danced around a bit as they showered themselves clean. Neither said anything, but it surprised them both that nothing more "adventurous" happened as they scrubbed, lathered, shampooed, and rinsed this time around. In short order, they were clean, dry, and clothed once again. They stood side by side at the mirror teasing their hair just so for optimum effect, and then were promptly back in the Jeep under the trees. John put the machine in drive and set about messing up their hair again the best he could as they clambered down the trail again. Andrew's thoughts rambled along familiar threads as they went: John was so hot, Andrew wasn't worthy of his love, what would the future bring, how did John bring up things in Andrew he wasn't even aware of in himself, where was John's dark side, did John really love him, did he really love John, etcetera... "Hey!" Andrew blinked. "Huh?" "I said `Hey.' I've been talking to you for like five minutes and I just realized you were all in your own little world again. You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." "About what?" "Oh, just the usual." "Please tell me that doesn't mean you were thinking about breaking up with me again because you're such a supposed loser. I don't think I can handle that after the wonderful weekend we've been having." "No, not about that," Andrew replied, realizing he was barely being honest. He hadn't gone there, but he had skirted it mentally... "Then what were you thinking about?" Put on the spot, Andrew quickly switched gears in his head. "I was wondering what your important appointment is for. Hot date or something?" he asked with an overly excited smile to make it clear that he wasn't actually worried about that. "Hardy har har." John retorted. "No, my program guy is out this week and I just want to make sure everything is in order for that shindig tonight I was telling you about." Andrew wondered what kind of events were held out in the woods. Scout camporee? Wedding? Fishing derby? Bird watching? "What kind of shindig is it?" "A sex party," John replied blandly. ********* Check out my other posts! 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Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 21:51:33 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cadet Takes a Ride, pt. 1 Cadet Takes a Ride (mm, oral, anal, cops) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) WARNING: The following story contains graphic description of men having sex. If you are underage, read no further. This story continues with the same characters as "Cop Cadet," a previous story of mine. For other of my stories check out the Authors section of Nifty or see my page at Yahoo Groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/. As always, feel free to drop a line if you like this or have story suggestions. Cadet Takes a Ride 1 It sounded like someone was getting the shit beaten out of them. Hard, rough slaps pounding over and over. That combined with deep, baritone groans that echoed through the precinct's changing room. I had been changing out of my uniform at the end of a late shift, looking forward to a nice, hot shower to wash the sweat off me, along with the remnants of Pvt. Andrew Master's spunk that still clung, dried and sticky, to my neck and chin. Masters had been one horny sonofabitch that night, skullfucking his wad down my throat practically every fucking hour. I didn't know a guy could produce so much sperm, but I was happy enough. Even though now I was left with a parched throat and a jaw that could barely shut. Lazily, I reached up with my right arm and started massaging the sore muscles in my neck, feeling the tightness that spread up into my jaw. I could still taste the cop cum on the back of my tongue, its bitterness a lingering aftertaste that kept my dick semi-hard. Maybe I could unload my pent-up cadet wad in the shower before heading home for a good day's sleep. Only I'd barely gotten my uniform shirt off and freed my torso to the warm, clammy air coming from the shower room when I heard that noise. "Jesus, Bates! Go easy on me will ya?" Bates was Corporal Lance Bates, a big bruiser of a guy. The guy must have eaten nothing but steak since age 10, he was a walking wall of mass and muscle. If Sgt. Peters was the stern but paternal figure in the department, the guy all the fellas looked up to, Bates was the bad guy, the ex-military disciplinarian who made sure everything was to code. His gruff voice usually sent a shiver down my spine (and to my cock, it has to be admitted). It was doing the same thing now. "The fuck I will O'Donnell. You're loving this too much, and so am I. Now bend the fuck over and spread those legs wider. Daddy wants to get in deeper!" "Yes, Corporal." I turned the corner of the changing room and the sight I saw confirmed my suspicions. And made my cock harder than hell. Bent over facing the shower wall was Kevin O'Donnell, a young Irish stud who'd been on the force for only a year. His father had been on the force, too, and apparently enjoyed dick just as much. I hadn't been around then, but stories circulate about Peter O'Donnell's retirement party, at which Bates practically fucked the ass off the older, burly cop right there in front of all the other men, who just encouraged the muscle giant to give the retiring cop a ride to remember. Now Bates was using the son for his pleasure. Kevin whimpered as Bates' fat log jammed hard up that tight chute, stretching his rectum with its power and girth. I watched in utter horniness as the big, beefy cop shafted the younger officer, taking his time breaking in his ass, using his powerful legs to ram in his cunt-splitter like it were a metal stake he was piledriving into bedrock, deeper and harder each time. And O'Donnell's marble-white ass looked as hard as rock, too. Nice, round globes of sculpted marble. I don't know what he did to get those glutes so hard, so defined, but they were magnificent. And they made that slapping sound with each contact Bates' wet hips made with them. Loud, moist smacking sounds that reverberated off the tile walls in the shower room and filled the whole changing area. It was one of the nastiest sounds I've heard, hotter even than the spew of fuck talk coming from both of the overheated cops. "Nice tight fuck!" Bates yelled through his clenched teeth, his neck red and bulging with the extra force of each dick thrust. "Yeah, boss, nail me with that thick bull cock." "Shit, cop, feel that dick! I love working over rookie cunt. Stretching it out, getting that ass ready for my sperm." "I'm ready, sir, fuck I've been ready for weeks." "Yeah, O'Donnell?" Cpl. Bates bit his lower lip as he felt the throb of pleasure course through his thick-muscled body. O'Donnell was feeling a similar joy, its epicenter in his abused ass, travelling outward in circles. He arched his back, aching to feel Bates' musclechest against his sinewed back, and spreading his thighs to let Bates in deeper. "Yes, sir, been waiting for you to take my ass, plant your seed, spray this cop ass and mark it as yours." "Sounds nice, rookie. But my cock's not all the way in yet." The sweat beaded up on Kevin's forehead. "Are you serious, man? It feels like I have a baseball bat pile-driven up my hole." "You do, cop, you do. My big, hard baseball bat. Only it's not all the way home. Let me shove in a little more." Bates grabbed the younger man's hips with his meaty arms, holding the greenhorn cop steady as he crammed in more studmeat. "Shit! That's it, boss. Deep in there, real deep, tearing my guts wide open." "Like this?" More cock sunk in. "Open me up, sir!" With that O'Donnell's cock spasmed and shot all over the shower floor, as the young man panted and huffed, nearly breathless in his deep anal orgasm. Needless to say, I was horny as a motherfucker by now and was just about to let my trapped cock out of my uniform when I heard the voice of our dispatcher, Stan Ryan. "Drake!" "Yeah?" I call out absently, my gaze still transfixed on the sight of the two studbuilt policemen rutting in front of me. My balls were drawn tight and my cadet dick was leaking. A lot. Ryan's voice was insistent and annoyed. "Lieutenant wants you. In his office." "When?" I ask. I really wanted to watch Bates hammer his seed deep between O'Donnell's alabaster ass. Watching that thick log spread the man's cheeks and sink deeper with each fuckthrust was getting to me. "Five minutes ago, fuckwad! Now get a move on before he tans my hide!" Reluctantly I pulled myself away from the scene. I put my uniform shirt back on, tucking in the tails into my polyester pants and then heading down the hall toward Lieutenant Johnson's office. Maybe it was my horned-up state, but I couldn't help but notice how fucking hot all the guys were that morning. Their tight, stud bodies squeezed into uniforms which stretched nicely over the muscle. Fuck, what I wouldn't do to service some of the married daddies on the force, feel their bulging forearms pulling my head hard onto their crotch, savor the heat of their torsos as they lift my jock-built legs up for a good, quick cadet fuck. When I opened the door of Lieutenant's office, he was standing at his desk talking on the phone. He looked up and saw me, smiled sternly and waved me in. Cradling the phone in his neck, he reached down and undid his belt. As he undid his uniform trousers and slid down the zipper, the weight of his gun and nightstick pulled down the fabric to expose the packed crotch of his underwear. Giving me a sexy leer, he shucked both down to reveal his magnificent throbbing piece of cop manhood. Even half-hard, the shaft was an awesome display. Johnson had one of those monster pricks that made even hung fuckers like Bates or Sarge look small. I didn't wait for the man to get hard. Ever the dutiful cop, I went down on my knees in a flash, sucking in as much meat as I could, then alternating my suck job with a thorough tongue-bath of Lieutenant's baton and thick, cop balls. I don't know who he was talking to but the bastard managed to carry on his conversation while silently drilling my mouth. With his strong, thick hands, he gripped my baseball-jock shoulders and clung to the meaty flesh like eagle talons gripping the mountainside. He held tightly as his hips ventured forward, sliding his manmeat deep into the warm, wet recesses of my throat. I could feel that cock getting hard, real hard, as it pistoned in and out of my mouth. There was no way I could take all of that fuckstick, but hell, even the ten inches that was working its way against then past my tonsils was enough of a challenge. The man's scent was getting to me - clean, masculine and musky all at once. The hard, thick scepter of man flesh scraped past my tonsils, parting my esophagus in regular, deep strokes. I was being filled completely while this fucker's low-hanging nuts pounded my chin. "Yes...I think the budget figures are about right for next year. We do need more cruisers, however...And an increase in the funding for our cadet program..." The Lieutenant smiled down on me silently as he relished his private joke and facefucked more hard cock right into my hungry mouth. His jabs were hard and rough, then he'd alternate with slow, smooth strokes that would withdraw many inches of spit-slick cop dick from my gullet until the wet, flared tip nestled against the top of my palate. Then the horndog officer would push in again. Deep and merciless. I was loving it, my cock hard as fuck. Finally, this stud of a man grabs the back of my head and with a few rough, deep throat fucks, clenches his body and lets loose. It's like he's cumming a fucking river into me, the muck keeps spewing of his massive cock. I put my hand on his balls and feel the orbs contract and churn as they pump out shot after shot of semen into me. When he's had his way with me, I pull of that beautiful cock and lean back on my haunches. My boss is towering over me his uniform tight against his muscled frame, his hard, wet cock sticking proudly up out of the crotch. "All right, Pete," he says into the phone. "Gotta go now...Yeah... Talk later." Exhausted from the intensity of his orgasm, he drops the phone into the cradle. "Fuck, cadet, I needed that. All fucking night I've been wanting those cocksucking mouth wrapped around my pole." "Been out with Pvt. Masters, sir," I replied respectfully, standing up to approach the hunk I'd just serviced. "That kid's got one dick on him," Johnson says offhandedly, reaching over to his desk to pull out and light a cigarette. I grab his hard, slick piece of meat and rub my hand up the saliva-cum-covered hardness. The man was nearly 45 and his cock stayed as hard as a steel pipe even after spraying a mansized load. "Not as big as yours," I say to my superior in all honesty. Little cum droplets pool at the tip and lubricate my hand further as I take hold of Johnson's hardon. "Would love to have this beaut shoved right up my ass. Right now, sir." "You would, huh, cadet?" the Lieutenant asked with a knowing smirk. "You bet. This fucker always get me hot." The Lieutenant reached out with his left arm and used his massive bicep strength to pull the jock cop-in-training next to him. "Nothing I wouldn't rather do, stud, that fuck your fine ass forward and backward the rest of the night. Only I got too much work to do. Chief will have MY ass if it doesn't get done. But I called you in here to ask you a question, cadet. What are you doing this weekend?" "On duty, sir," I replied, disappointment evident in my voice. After all my cock still throbbed and I hadn't yet shot my load. I think the Lieutenant realized my dilemma because his thick, strong paw wrapped around my shaft and started pumping it slowly. "I can get you off on Saturday, maybe both days. See my wife and kids are going out of town, and I wondered if you might like to come over to watch the game, have some brews, and fuck." "Sure, Lieutenant" I replied. "Sounds hot." By now I was thrusting my hips, fucking the hot, calloused hand clasped around my prick. "That's it, cadet, shoot that load into your superior's hand. Just think about how good it's gonna feel when I fuck you this weekend. Lifting your cocky jock legs up and shoving my big hard dick so deep the cum will never come out. Having my way with your horny ass all night, all weekend." "Fuck yeah, sir!" I yelled as jet after jet of white hot man-lava spewed up four feet into the air, raining down in heavy, wet splats on the Lieutenant's desk. "Good, boy." Smiling with satisfaction, the Lieutenant removed his hand and wiped it on my face and neck. "Now get the fuck out. I'll see you after your shift on Friday." "Yes, sir," I said as I tucked my satisfied prick back into my uniform and went to see if Bates and O'Donnell were still at it.

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Date: Thu, 9 May 2002 02:14:57 -0700 (PDT) From: neoboy_1 Subject: Jail Life - Part 3 Usual disclaimers about gay adult material apply. Please send your comments to neoboy_1@gay.com JAIL LIFE - Part 3 By NeoBoy I was confused... I was his PROPERTY... and the GUARD was one too? "Mark here was my first pussy" he started explaining "back at that time he was a con, and sharing the cell with me. I took good care of him, just as I'll take good care of you" again he gave me one of his loving smiles. "He was much like you: weak, insecure, disobedient - but he had a lot of potential." He turned at the guard and said softly. "Why don't you undress Mark?" The guard put the chain and cutters on the floor, and started taking his clothes off. He removed his boots and socks first. His pants and boxers followed revealing strong, smooth well built legs and a semi-hard barrel-shaped cock that I enjoyed so much earlier. I was startled by that thought. I actually did enjoy this guy fucking me. He continued by taking off his shirt and tank, and was finally standing naked to my view and seemed to be enjoying it. He lifted his arms up and locked his hands behind his head allowing for a better inspection. He still had the chain and padlock around his neck, but that was all. He had a nice, strong, well built body; well defined muscles everywhere. Not nearly huge as Snake, but quite beautiful. Snake gave him another soft-spoken request "Good, now show us your back". The guard faced the wall turning his back to us. He spread his legs and bent slightly forwards, sticking his ass out. His back was equally strong and well defined, including firm round buttocks. He was hot and beautiful, and he was well aware of it. "Come on Sam," he was teasing now "are you just going to stand there with a raging hard-on, or are you going to take me?" Snake drew closer to the guard, leaning his monster on the guard's back, put his arms around the guard's body and pressed it against his own. He gave the guard a passionate kiss on the neck and answered "I want to shove it deep down your throat before I shove it deep up your ass... I want to show our new pussy how well you've been trained. I want her to enjoy watching me fuck you, as much as I've enjoyed watching you fuck her." Snake released the guard from his hold and moved towards me. He hugged me gently and whispered to me "My sweet pussy, I care for you and value you as much as I care for and value Mark. Never forget that." Than he moved away and continued speaking making sure we both could hear. "I've helped Mark become this wonderful strong man. Outside of this cell he is the dominant male, he is respected and obeyed. But inside he still recognizes me as the dominant one." He turned to me "Pussy, I will help you become as strong and as self-assured as Mark is, although I have a feeling you'll be quite different from him too." He gave me one of his loving smiles and I returned the favor. "Go lay on your bunk pussy and enjoy the show." I did as I was told and Snake took the mattress from his bunk and put it on the floor as he did last night when he made love to me. He lied on his back with a raging hard-on in my full view. He was a beautiful site. His huge black muscular body was amazing. The shaved perfectly round had, the almond shaped brown eyes, wide Negroid nose, relatively small but beautiful ears (and that was the only small thing about him), soft full lips, the strong square shaped yaw, a thick strong neck, broad shoulders with beautifully defined muscles, two gigantic mounds of packs with quarter size nipples, veined upper arms the size of my thighs and strong veined forearms with a couple of huge hands slightly paler chocolate color on the inside, the perfectly defined six-pack with the gigantic fuck tool resting on it, 15 inches of raw black power leading to two equally oversized balls in a soft ball sack, huge veined and ripped thighs, strong calves and beautiful high arched feet, the soles of which were of the same paler chocolate color as the palms of his hands. Snake called the guard "I'm ready for you Mark". The guard moved over and knelt above Snake's shoulders with his knees on either side of Snake's head and than leaned forward supported on his left arm. He spat on his right palm a couple of times and started stroking the shaft of Snake's monster. It liked the attention it was getting because it grew harder and thicker. The guard started licking around the head and Snake released a low moan of pleasure. It was so hot watching the two of them together that I was getting hard, so I grabbed my own cock and started jerking. Snake noticed and said firmly "Pussy, you will stop that right now." I quickly pulled my hand away from my cock. "Yes Snake" - I acknowledged his authority. He liked my response so he gave a smile, but he continued "You are not allowed to jerk off - EVER. Do you understand?" "Yes Snake, I understand" - I decided to be obedient, but I was worried about that - jerking off has been my only way of relieving myself sexually. Snake noticed my concern and reassured me "Don't worry pussy, I'll take care of you." The guard started taking the head in his mouth and sucking on it, going up and down taking more and more of Snake's monster in. At certain point it reached the back of his mouth and could only advance down his throat - I expected him to gag but he didn't. He changed his breathing so he was taking more air when the monster was out, so he can hold longer with it embedded in his throat. He had gone quite beyond what I've managed yesterday, but still had a lot to take in. I enjoyed watching the contrast of guard's white skin and Snake's deep chocolate tones. The guards complexion somewhat darker than mine but that was nothing unusual since I was extremely pale and could never tan much. He had curly, light brown hair, neatly trimmed; grayish-green eyes, relatively small and slightly turned-up nose and thin but hot lips. He was a bit shorter than me, about 6' tall, lean and strong. All of his muscles were well defined, ripped and flexing as he was moving. I noticed that he had no body hair except for the trimmed bush above his beautiful fuck tool that brought me so much pleasure earlier, and no facial hair either. He must be shaving it off. Watching him was a pleasure, but watching him go down on the huge black cock was unreal. He continued moving up and down on it, minding his breathing and taking it deeper and deeper until his chin touched Snakes belly. He took it all the way in - all 15 inches of it. I could hardly believe my eyes. Now he continued going up and down, taking it all the way in every time. Snake was breathing heavily now and was about to shoot. The guard picked up the pace a bit and before I knew it Snake's body shook and with a loud moan he unloaded his treasure down the guard's throat. As the guard pulled away from Snake's monster I could see it had softened a bit, but was still impressive, glistening with the guard's saliva. He kissed gently each of Sam's balls and spoke "Thank you Sam." Than he rose and stood up. He stepped over to Sam's feet and knelt down again, with his knees between Sam's. He put his hands on the inner side of Sam's knees and lifted them up, bending them until they were suspended above Sam's shoulders. Sam's firm round ass was now exposed and his feet pointing up towards the ceiling. The guard started licking along Sam's ass crack, starting from the small of his back up, over the hole and toward the base of the shaft. He repeated that motion several times and Snake's monster showed he appreciated it. It started getting fully hard and swollen again. "Mmmmm, so good" Snake moaned "I'm gonna fuck you hard Mark." The guard concentrated his efforts on Snake's hole, licking, probing with his tong, kissing. Snake was getting crazy - his monster had swollen to the fullest - menacing. The guard than went for Snake's balls taking one at the time into his mouth and sucking it. Snake moaned "Oh fuck, Mark, that's enough - Let's get you ready." The guard let go of Snake's legs and Snake pulled himself up sitting on the mat. The guard now laid on his back and held his legs up in the same manner that Snake's legs were up before. Now Snake was down on his hole, probing with his tong and sticking it in. Snake pulled away for a moment to reach the shelf behind him, above his head, and took a tube like the one the guard used to grease me up. He squeezed the clear gel on his fingers and started rubbing it on the guard's hole massaging it, and ticking his middle finger in. He wiggled it like the guard did to me, stretching and working the hole. The guard was relaxed, apparently enjoying it much. Snake than added the second finger and continued stretching and working the hole. I knew how good it felt when the guard was doing it to me earlier, and I wished I was there on the mat being prepared for a fucking by Snake. That's another thought that caught me off guard. What was happening to me? Last night I was horrified by the prospect of being impaled on that black monster, and now I was wishing for it. What did that make me? I didn't care. I wanted it. Snake looked at me and smiled. He seemed to know what I was thinking of. Soon the third finger joined the guard's hole was nicely stretched... He started moaning. Snake took his fingers out and squeezed more gel on his hand and started coating his hard monster. In a moment he was ready and aligned with the guard's wanting hole. Snake pressed the head against it and the guard did the same as he told me to do earlier... he pushed out like he was taking a dump, and Snake's giant went in. He applied the same gyrating movements and slow pushing that the guard applied on me, and continued burring more and more of his monster inside. The guard was moaning and groaning, his face was red from the strain and his forehead was glistening with sweat, but he also enjoyed it. "Give it all to me, Sam" he muttered "fuck me hard." Sam Was now two thirds in, and he started pumping, pushing in more on each thrust. Soon he was completely in. Snake's rhythm was steady now, going out till the only head remained in, and pushing all the way in, long fucking the guard with the entire length of his shaft. He leaned down and kissed the guard, sticking his tong deep into the guard's mouth. I was mesmerized by the image of this strong and authoritative white guard being totally violated by the raging black animal - and loving it. Snake looked up at me and commanded "Pussy, take that tube that's on your bunk". I turned around and picked it up as commanded. "Good" Snake continued, "now open the bigger box on my shelf and pick up a toy for yourself to play with." The box was the size of a larger shoe box. When I opened it I saw several objects that peeked my interest. There were several rubber cocks in there of different sizes. The smallest one was the size of the guard's cock - about seven inches long. The longest one was about the same length as Snake's, but a bit narrower, and the middle one was about 10 inches long, but getting extremely wide at the bottom - about as wide as a coke can. That was scary. There were other objects in the box too. One was a rubber paddle with the handle in the shape of a cock, about as long and as thick as my own cock. Other objects I didn't recognize. Having an idea of what Snake wanted of me, I took the seven inch cock out if the box and closed it. Snake was pleased. "Now sit on the edge of your bunk facing me, than lay on your back and lift your legs like Mark here" - let me see your pussy. Again, I obeyed. Lying like that I was no longer able to see the action on the floor, just the bunk above me. I lifted my feet apart and jammed them in the metal frame of the bunk above me. My ass was exposed to Snake's viewing pleasure, and I liked it. I wanted to please him and I wanted him to fuck me so much. "Girl" Snake gave me another order, "now grease your fingers and play with your pussy for me, and you'll use the toy later." I left the rubber cock on the bunk beside me, opened the tube and squeezed the gel on my fingers. I started rubbing it on my hole, like I saw Snake doing to the guard and it felt great. I could hear Snake pounding the guard with a steady rhythm. I inserted one finger first, rubbing the gel in my hole and wiggling it. I was getting a hard-on fast. It felt so good. In a while I decided to try another finger and it was even better. I managed to hit that spot again, and my cock got rock hard instantly - I nearly came. My breathing was quickened and it was clear what was going on. "Pussy" Snake said sharply "you are not allowed to come until I order you so, understand?" My response was quick. "Yes Snake, I understand". I continued working my hole, but carefully avoided hitting that spot again. I tried putting a third finger in but that was a bit awkward, so I continued playing with just the two, until a new command came. "Now use the toy pussy." I picked up the rubber cock and greased it. I pushed the head against my hole and it slid in easily. It did hit the spot and my body reacted. I froze, not wanting to disobey Snake. I waited for a while and started sliding the toy in and out carefully, barely brushing against the spot. It kept me hard as a rock, but I was still able to control myself. Pretty soon I got the hang of it and I was fucking myself with the toy keeping a steady rhythm like Snake had on the guard, and imagining it was him up my ass. Snake was picking up pace and so did I. I sensed he was building up to a climax; his breathing got quick and irregular. He managed to mumble: "You can come now, pussy". I didn't need much encouragement and I started hitting the spot with the toy and grabbed my cock with my other hand, and in a moment I was shooting. I knew Snake was too, and from what I heard, the guard didn't wait either. Pretty soon all three of us calmed down and were pretty much spent. All in all, it was the most enjoyable sexual experience I've had so far. The guard got up, wiped the cum of his body with toilet paper, got dressed, and left the cell taking the cutters and the rest of the chain that he had brought with him. He locked the doors behind. Snake called me to sit in his lap facing him and gave me a hug and a passionate kiss. He whispered into my ear: "Pussy, now we need to talk about punishing you for being disobedient earlier."

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Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2002 06:43:51 -0700 From: kinkygay stories Subject: Kinky Cousins, Part 3 The next morning Steve slid out from under Jason and untied him. Jason rubbed his wrists and ankles and stretched his long sinuous arms and legs as Steve watched in wonder. "I think we need a shower," Steve suggested and led Jason to the bathroom down the hall. Still not quite awake yet, the boys clamored into the shower stall and began soaping each other's bodies. The boys' penises were the first part of their bodies to wake up! Jason's skin felt like silk under soap and water and Steve spent quite a while fondling every part of his younger cousin's anatomy. The boys kissed passionately again and Jason responded with complete submission. Steve felt as though he were in a dream. Once out in the bathroom again, Jason started out into the hall with the towel wrapped around his slim waist when Steve playfully yanked it off, twirled it up, and snapped his bare butt. "Ouch!" Jason yelped, but stood there, not moving, only his penis rising to attention, as Steve twirled the towel again. SNAP! Jason flinched and whimpered loudly. Gripping the doorframe with both hands, not able to move, not wanting to move, Jason willingly took snap after snap from Steve's towel, his butt once again heating up and turning bright pink. Steve smiled at the dance Jason was performing for him. It reminded him of the original "Lord of the Flies" movie with his pelvis rocking into the door and his head flying back at each snap. Jason never once tried to protect himself or beg for mercy. After about ten or so snaps, Steve put the towel down and approached Jason from behind, wrapping his strong arms around his younger cousin's slender frame, and whispered "Good boy" in his ear. Once back in Steve's bedroom, Jason started to get dressed. "No, I have something better for you," Steve said and retrieved a pair of very short cut-offs and a red mesh half tank top. "I think this is more suitable for you, my boy!" Steve suggested with a wry grin. Jason smiled back and put on the clothes. "Some red beachcomber slippers should complete the ensemble," Steve recommended. "Ah ... delicious!" Jason did indeed look stunning and the cut-offs were barely long enough to cover the base of his butt cheeks. The red mesh tank top showed off the boy's slim smooth stomach and broad tanned shoulders very nicely. Jason felt a little self-conscious wearing the outfit, especially since Steve had donned a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. "You truly do look scrumptious!" Steve whispered as he placed his hands on Jason's waist and nibbling on his younger cousin's neck and shoulder. Jason put his hands under Steve's shirt and caressed his strong back. Steve's hands moved up Jason's very smooth sides, his fingers tucking gently into the younger boy's moist armpits as his thumbs toyed with Jason's hard nipples. Steve couldn't get enough of Jason's fresh clean boy scent after just having had a bath! The boys kissed, licked, and nibbled at each other until the concept of time was lost on honeysuckle breeze wafting in through the open window. After what seemed like an eternity, Steve looked down into Jason's bright blue eyes and asked, "What shall we do today?" "I don't care as long as I'm with you. Why don't we shoot some hoops or catch a flick?" "Well, those slippers, which by the way show off your cute feet very nicely, won't hold up very well playing basketball. Air conditioning sounds much more inviting anyway!" And with that Steve sat down at the computer, logged on, and searched the various local newspapers for movie times. Thanks, readers, for all of your ideas. Do you have any suggestions of how you'd like this story to continue? Feel free to let me know.

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Date: Tue, 05 Jun 2001 22:23:06 -0500 From: Bren _ Subject: Hard Sell/Chapter 2 The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, stop reading now! Care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe and consensual sex, as observed in this story. And hey guys, send me some comments! It's summer and hot as hell outside. The sun is still blazing, high in the sky at 7 p.m. The bright, wet heat is a shock after the cool dimness of the bar. The air itself seems to be sweating. "What a day for the fuckin' piece of shit not to start," I mutter more to myself than to you, letting go of your shoulder with a final shove as we walk through the door. I'm squinting at the sea of parked cars. "So where's your car, boy?" I demand impatiently, as if my inconvenience is somehow your fault. I stare at you, waiting for an answer; I look you up and down, as if appraising a steer at a livestock auction; I check the bulge in your crotch, pretend to hide a smile, then look again into your eyes. You're surprised at me calling you "boy," and confused by my question and its challenging tone. "Hey, boy!" I step closer to you, in your face. "Let's get a move on, I got business to take care of. You gonna help me out or not?" "Yeah, sure-I just thought-" "Well don't think, boy, just get that tight ass movin' to your car!" I give you a harder-than-friendly slap on the butt. You smile like it's all just a joke, and start walking. "You slip off that suit coat before you keel over, don't you know it's over a hundred out here?" I add, following behind you. You're happy to do as I say. I watch the substantial muscles of your shoulders and back rippling as you strip off the coat. You feel me prodding you with my eyes as we make our way through the rows of cars. You're sweating now, your white dress shirt sticking to your body by the time we finally get to your rental car. I stand right near you, next to the driver's-side door, as you fish the keys out of your pocket. You feel clumsy and awkward because of the intensity with which I examine your every motion, and confused again when I hold out my hand for you to hand me the keys. "Oh, that's okay," you stammer, lamely, "just tell me where your car is, I'll give you a ride over to it. This is a rental." "Listen to me." I'm in your face again. My insistent right hand is on your shoulder again. I've pushed you back against the car. I pause, as if thinking how to get through to you. "I asked you as nicely as I knew how just to do me a favor. You said you would, but ever since, you've done nothing but stall around and make all this more difficult than it has to be." I squeeze harder near your neck, and, incredibly, take a step still closer to you. Since you can't retreat, you lean back against the curve of the car, so that your chest escapes contact with mine, and your stomach just grazes the hard muscles of my own. But your crotch is pressed close against mine. Again, in spite of the tremendous heat of the air, you feel the waves of heat from my body. It's time for a decision. Do you push me forcefully away, and run? Or do you behave in your characteristic, submissive way? While you consider the alternatives, I'm smiling, sneering, laughing at you for allowing me to take you even this far. Your shrinking dick feels the motionless bulge of my balls challenging it to respond. Your eyes drop. "Okay," you answer, trying to put a little manly heft into the tone of your voice, "You go ahead and drive." You don't look me in the eyes as you answer, instead you're focused on the brilliant white teeth of my sneering grin. I keep your butt pushed against the car till you drop the car keys into my hand. You know you've made yet another bad mistake with me, but you're telling yourself that you're only playing along for a limited time. I unlock the door and wait until you've walked meekly around and climbed in the passenger side before I get behind the wheel. The car is an oven, but I don't turn on the air conditioner, even though we're both dripping with sweat. Instead, I put down all the power windows and lock all the doors with the power lock. I grab your jacket, neatly folded in your lap, and toss it into the back seat. "Won't be needin' that, boy!" I say cheerfully. "Get that tie off, too." I'm getting you used to taking orders now, and you quickly untie the tie and toss it back with the suit jacket. I size you up again while I back out and start driving through the parking lot. "You got a hot body under all those fancy clothes, doncha, boy?" I demand with a sarcastic tone. You are silent; you seem to be eyeing the power lock switch. "You better answer me, boy, you think you're too good to answer me?" "No, of course not," you answer, reasonable, trying to bring the dialog back to something like a normal conversation. But I'm looking at your crotch. "You got a big cock in those fancy pants? I felt you pushing it against me, boy, it pissed me off to have a little stud like you gettin' fresh like that, you know it?" I've stopped the car now, behind a solid row of parked cars, just before an enormous black pickup truck with dark tinted windows that you identify instantly as mine. I put the car in park and turn off the engine. I'm silent for a moment; you feel my rage building. But when I finally speak, my voice is calm, controlled, sure. "Take it out," I order. "What?" you pretend not to understand. "Take it OUT," I say, louder, "take out that dick you're so proud of and show it to me." You're chuckling softly now, nervously, "No-oh, no," you laugh, and pretend to reach for the power lock button. But I'm quicker than you, I overpower you instantly. With a sudden lunge of my entire body, I'm all over you, I twist your right arm behind your back, pulling up hard. You can't help crying out. I clap my other hand over your mouth. "Shut the fuck up, you damn sissy," I hiss at you, "or I'll rip your goddam tongue right out of your cocksuckin' mouth. You know you asked for it, showin' it off like that, now you just settle down and stop that squealin'." You've stopped pretending to struggle now, and I change to a more cajoling tone. "Now. I'm not gonna hurt you, boy. You're my good buddy, remember? You're just gonna help me start my truck, remember? Then we'll say 'adios,' right? Just reach down and flop out that big dick for a minute, show it to me, then I'll let you go. No more than that." I pull up a little on your arm to help you decide. You don't hesitate more than a few seconds more. Keeping a tight grip on your arm, I lean back slowly to get a better view, smirking. Awkwardly, with your left hand, you reach down and slowly unzip your trousers. You reach inside, struggling to get your hand into your briefs while still twisted into the painful position I've got you locked into. "Go ahead and undo that belt boy, can't you see that's not gonna work? You best stop stallin' around, you know I'm gonna get what I want one way or another." I can see you believe what I say. Your dexterity improves as you quickly unbuckle your belt, unbutton your pants, and pull the top of your briefs down, flopping out your huge, sweaty, half-erect cock. You hang your head in shame at what you're being forced to do. I'm laughing at you, laughing at your helpless, naked cock, exposed to me in the open car, in this public parking lot. "Whoo-ee!" I howl in classic Texas cowboy style, "will you LOOK at the size of that pecker! How come it's so big, boy? Just cause you like helpin' your good buddy so much?" I stop laughing when you fail to answer. "Boy, it seems to me that a stud like you who's been made by another man to take his cock out, against his own best judgement, better be a little more respectful. When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me, and from now on, if you don't, you're gettin' some sure punishment, you understand that, boy?" I twist your arm to emphasize my question. Your cock twitches with the sudden movement, puffing up still more erect. "Okay, okay, yes...what do you want from me?" you beg. "What I want is some respect, boy. You've given me nothin' but DISrespect ever since I laid eyes on you, and I'm damn sick of it. I want you to call me 'Sir,' for one thing, I'm not the one with his dick out, you understand me?" "Yes...yes, SIR," you say it, and your saying it makes me laugh again. "You get those balls out, too, boy."

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Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2002 04:19:26 -0700 From: kinkygay stories Subject: Kinky Cousins, Part 2 CATEGORY: Authoritarian Not much was said for the rest of the evening until the boys went to bed--the four-foot-wide double bed. Of course it was hot and humid tonight and just as on previous nights the air conditioner would not be used. Jason had watched in stunned silence as Steve got some rope from the basement and tied various lengths to each of the four bed corners. He knew he wouldn't get much sleep tonight. "Well, I think it's time for bed ... boy," Steve said. Jason didn't know how to respond. What should he say? What should he do? The game plan was set and instinct took over. "Yes ... sir," whispered Jason. The younger boy slowly walked towards the bed. He was still in shock from being caught in this most embarrassing and compromising situation. Jason lay on the bed and spread out his arms and legs, wrists and ankles stretched toward each corner, and waited. "No, not like that," Steve said. "Lie on your stomach." Jason had no idea what Steve had in mind, but he did as he was told, lying on his stomach, his arms and legs spread out once again. Steve tied Jason's wrists and ankles tight and then with a few scissor snips removed Jason's gym shorts and briefs. Steve took some time to admire his younger cousin's very slim waist and smooth tan as his fingertips danced all up and down Jason's lithe frame. Finally Steve raised his hand high and brought it down swift and hard, slapping Jason's bare butt again and again. Jason winced and tugged on the ropes as his tender butt began to heat up from the spanking, but he loved it and would have cum had Steve not stopped after about twenty or so smacks. A corner of Steve's mouth raised as he slyly smiled, admiring Jason's pink butt cheeks. Then Steve did something that Jason was totally unprepared for and surprised by. Jason felt Steve's hand inch its way under his quivering torso followed by Steve's shoulder and then Steve's hip. Steve was moving under Jason, but there was plenty of slack in the ropes and Jason had not trouble jockeying into the new position. Ah ... Steve had removed his shorts too and now the boys' rock hard erections were side by side. Looking up into Jason's eyes, Steve wrapped his long sinuous arms around Jason's slender torso and caressed his smooth back. Again, no words were spoken, for the intensity of the moment precluded words, calling for action, instinct. The boys kissed passionately with Steve reaching up and holding Jason's head firmly, Jason himself not resisting in the least. As Jason pulled to and fro on the ropes, the boys' pelvises ground together and they came at the same time, their milk becoming one between their smooth trembling bellies. Steve and Jason lay there, each boy drifting off into his own kind of sleep, Steve feeling the weight of Jason's young firm body pressing down on him, Jason relaxing his arms and legs, his body just a big 'X' on top of Steve, burying his face between Steve's neck and shoulder, dreaming.

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Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2002 04:07:14 -0700 From: kinkygay stories Subject: Kinky Cousins CATEGORY: Authoritarian A late night balmy breeze wafted in through the open window causing the blond peach fuzz on 16-year-old Jason's bare tan chest to dance to and fro as the slender youth clicked the mouse with one hand and massaged his rock-hard erection with the other. The house was quiet and Jason thought he was alone. He was sure he'd hear anyone entering the house and walking upstairs to his cousin's bedroom. 'Why didn't these rooms have locks?' he wondered to himself. Every summer Jason stayed with his aunt and uncle and their only son, Steve, who was now 17 and on the wrestling team. Since Steve had only one double bed, the boys had to sleep together and Jason often woke up with Steve's arm across his bare chest, Steve himself in the middle of some wet dream. Needless to say, on those hot and humid Ohio nights with air conditioning at a premium, the boys slept only in their skivvies and never used a blanket. Jason had found a website with lots of free pictures of scantily clad teenage boys tied up in various positions. Currently on the screen was a dark-haired boy tied spread eagle with a few light whipping marks across his bare chest and stomach. Jason was vigorously massaging his erection, occasionally bringing his fingers up to his mouth to taste the sweet precum, when the bedroom door suddenly opened. "Shit," the word getting stuck in Jason's throat as he hesitated just a little too long due to shock. Clicking the "back" button was no use. Steve's computer had been the victim of so much spam and so many pop-ups that it took forever to respond, so Jason finally clicked on "minimize." But by then it was too late. Jason pulled his dripping fingers out of his gym shorts and looked up at Steve. The boys were speechless and Jason thought he was going to have a heart attack right there on the spot. "Is that your precum or your saliva on my keyboard?" Steve asked. Oh, shit, Jason thought again. Another problem, damnit! Again, Jason was speechless, no words coming to his ruby red lips. "I saw the picture," Steve whispered. His smooth chest heaving with nervous anxiety, Jason just sat there knowing he'd been caught, his worst nightmare now come true. He'd always masturbated in private dreaming of other boys his age. Sometimes his older cousin was in those dreams. Now this tender teenage boy was in very unfaniliar territory. Just then Jason felt fingers grip the blond hair on the back of his head and pull his head back until his was looking up into Steve's eyes. No words needed to be spoken. Steve's grip tightened and Jason's arms raised slightly in response to the pain, but when Steve's grip tightened even more, his eyes squinting down into Jason's face of fearful apprehension, Jason whimpered and lowered his arms and let Steve have his way with him. As Steve continued tightening his grip, tears began to well up in Jason's deep blue eyes, his arms remaining at his sides as a gesture of submission to his older cousin. However, Steve didn't want to hurt Jason. He had other ideas for his sexy younger cousin. Both Jason and Steve knew they had transcended into a new kind of relationship. That night would be very different indeed. TO BE CONTINUED

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Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 22:39:49 EST From: PcM2687@aol.com Subject: Schoolhouse Rocks There's a guy at school of always lusted after. His name is Mike. He has blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, a great smile, and an incredible personality too. I'd do anything I could to sneak peeks of him undressing in the locker room. I especially loved when he'd stretch during class and his shirt would ride up revealing his hot abs and gorgeous thighs. I always fantasized about what it would be like having sex with him, but I was always too afraid to approach him. One day I had to stay late for detention. When I went to the locker room afterwards I was surprised to find him changing. He had been playing basketball in the gym. I immediately began talking to him in order to get a look at his incredible body. I kept hoping he didn't see me talking glances at his chest and ass. However, he did. In fact he wasn't as subtle as I expected. After he was sure he'd seen me make several glances he said, "Wanna really see something?" Then he pulled down his boxers and began fondling his dick "You know you want it," he proclaimed. He was right, I did. I began to kiss him and lick his naked body. We quickly made our way into a nearby bathroom, and into a stall. I didn't care if anyone had seen. I wanted him. My heart race as he undressed me and my cock became erect. "Come on and suck it for me. Be my bitch." I loved when he talked dirty. I fell to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. "That's it whore, suck that mother fucker for me." His cock was throbbing as he jammed it into the back of my throat. He must have been nearly 8 inches long but I took him in all the same. After he was pleased with the mouth fuck he had given me. He told me to sit on the toilet seat. I did and he pushed my legs up ready to fuck. "How about this bitch you think you can take my mother fucking cock, huh?" As he said this he licked his fingers and pushed two up in my ass for a couple of seconds. His hands were warm and I wanted him more. "I think your ready pussy boy. Open up for your big daddy." He slid his cock in and the pain was immense. He was incredibly wide. However, the pleasure was greater. I moaned and sighed. I quivered and I shook. "Who's your daddy?!" he shouted. "Yeah, you've been waiting for this!" He then pulled out his cock and placed it in front of my face "Suck it til I cum," he said. I pulled him in once more and it didn't take much. "MOTHER FUCKER! HELL YEAH! HELL MOTHER FUCKIN' YEAH!" he shouted as he burst out a load that filled my mouth completely and even spewed out of the rims of my lips. I gagged slightly. He wiped my mouth and gave me a kiss. "Now it's time for you," he said. He began to roll his mouth around my cock. He took in my cock and returned the favor to me. "Oh yeah. Suck it," I moaned. He sucked and rolled and jerked until I too had let out a load. We quickly dressed. "I liked that," he said. "I did too" I replied. "Big daddy, thinks he's gonna need some more later," he said mocking his own sexual tendencies. We laughed, kissed and went home til another day. You can E-Mail comments to PcM2687@aol.com

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Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2001 13:55:37 -0500 From: Bren _ Subject: hard-sell 4 The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, stop reading now! Care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe and consensual sex, as observed in this story. You like the story? Best let me know about it! You know I do expect a lot from you. Send me email with the subject "hard-sell." In spite of the sneering, arrogant way I reminded you of your promise, you decide to take it as a cooling-off of the superheated exchange that is developing. Big mistake. "Yes, Sir," you say dutifully and reach down to pull your briefs back up, covering your erection. You should know by now not to piss me off like that. "What the fuck, boy? What in hell you think you're doing?" I shout at you, and smack you hard in the stomach with the back of my hand. You're not ready for this, and it knocks the wind out of you so that, gasping for breath, you can't answer my questions and can barely keep up with my instructions. "Did I tell you to cover up that dick? You think you're gonna just do any goddamned thing you please? Get those fuckin' briefs all the way OFF! NOW, boy!" You pulled them down to your knees as soon as I started yelling at you, re-flopping-out what's now just your semi-hard-on. I can see you're trying to get the breath to say something, so I lean closer to you, putting my hand on your shoulder with mock solicitude, and reaching with my other hand to jerk your briefs still lower. "Yeah, boy? What is it? Go ahead, spit it out," I say softly, "What you got to say?" "You...but, you said," you're whispering, still catching your breath, "you said if I'd show you my dick, that would be all." You look at me pleadingly. I snort and let go of you with a push. "Is that so? Well that was then, boy. You think I'm gonna be satisfied with just a peek at that big dick? Well hell NO, boy I'm fuckin' gonna have it ALL!" I'm laughing at you now as we both look at your dick, again getting hard as you realize your helplessness. But I don't like it that you've stopped stripping. "Okay, boy, now you've got your breath, you better go on and do what I say, you know it? Can't you see you're gonna have to shuck those shoes and socks, and those fancy pants, if you're gonna strip off those shorts like I said?" "Yes, Sir." "Then get AFTER it, boy. Stop wasting my time, I need to get that fuckin' truck started and hit the road. You hear me?" Yes, Sir, okay Sir," you mumble, not as polite as I'd like, but you lean down and untie your shiny black shoes, slipping them off along with your fine knee-length black socks. Your hard dick stabs into your stomach. "Just go ahead and throw all that shit in the back seat," I instruct you, as you raise your butt to slide off the slacks, then the briefs, stretching the elastic as you ease it over the thick, defined muscles of your legs. Again, you glance apprehensively out the window to see if anybody's in sight, before turning to toss your shoes and socks, then your pants and underwear, into the back seat. "Keep going, boy," I order, watching your hard dick swing back around toward the front. "Yes, Sir, whatever you say." I'm glad to hear your somewhat improved, more-respectful tone. You quickly unbutton your white dress shirt, strip it off, and toss it in the back, leaving you naked except for your white, "classic" T-shirt. You would be the fastidious type to wear the full gear underneath your hot-shot suit, wouldn't you? The T-shirt is soaked with sweat now, and your big nipples are fully defined in the wetness, held proudly forward by the deep contours of your chest. But that's for just a second, before you reach down on both sides and strip off the shirt in one motion, tossing it, too, in the back. You're totally naked now, totally hard, humiliated to be a willing prisoner in your own rent car, at the mercy of a fully-clothed, tough stranger. You spread your legs slightly as if to make room for those big, uptight balls, and lay your hands down flat on your thighs, almost touching the balls, as if to help balance your massive erection that's twitching, totally exposed, in the hot Texas sunshine. "Nice, real nice," I purr to you as I reach over and feel of your big, finely-detailed upper arms, the biceps and triceps expertly developed and merging beautifully into the mass of your shoulders. I stroke the light embellishment of hair covering your thick pecs, trailing down and merging into that thick growth around the base of your dick. Your erection is a big pointer indicating the perfection of your amazingly-defined abs. As I run my hand over them, feeling the indentations and carefully avoiding touching the throbbing head of your dick, I see your sensitive nipples spring to life, instantly hardening into total erection. This makes me chuckle. "I see you like letting me feel you up, huh son? Those hard titties are telling on you! Hold still now." I reach over slowly-you're holding still like I said, but looking down apprehensively at what I'm doing. I'm extending both my index fingers toward those hard nipples, and coming down ever so lightly just at their very tips. I hear you draw in your breath sharply as I make the barest contact on those two naked erections. I make sure you know I'm feeling of them for my own pleasure, not to stimulate you. I press in on them slowly, feeling how hard they are as they resist my touch, feeling the hard cushion of muscle beneath them, pushing them back out at me. I move the tips of my index fingers in tiny circles, making your nipples follow me. You've stopped breathing again, and there's a drop of precum drooling out of the head of your fat dick. It must tickle the hell out of you as it slides down the ripcord on the back of your dick. I lick my lips. We hear a car door slam not too far away, and you glance apprehensively in the direction of the sound. "What's a matter boy? Afraid somebody else is gonna wanta look at your hard dick? I wouldn't be a bit surprised!" I've removed my fingers from your rock-hard nipples and move my palms to encircle your dick, careful not to touch it at all, but air-stroking it, with the surface of my hands just millimeters from its bare, super-sensitive skin. I know you can feel it even though I'm not touching. "Okay, time to get to work," I say cheerily, and in a flash I'm out of the car, loudly slamming the driver's side door and circling the car to your side. I lean against the door, reach in to give another quick flick to each of your nipples, then open your door wide, motioning for you to get out. You look at me in alarm, then past me to the blazing brightness of the sea of cars in the public parking lot. It seems you can't believe that I really intend for you to get out of the car, stark naked as you are, and displaying your enormous, dripping erection. "Yeah, it's true, boy, I want you out of the car NOW. You not gonna make me whup you again, are you?" I smile my friendly Texas smile again, just your good buddy wanting you to cooperate. I chuckle as, sure enough, you slide your bare ass out of the car and stand sheepishly beside it, sort of hunched over, as if you can hide. I rest my big hand on your firm, deliciously-rounded butt as I slam the car door. "Let's get busy now with those jumper cables."

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Date: Fri, 01 Jun 2001 23:44:56 -0500 From: Bren _ Subject: Hard Sell/Chapter 1 Hard Sell/Chapter 1 You're all alone in a bar, Houston, relaxing, tie loosened after a hard business day, a couple of drinks down, feeling warm, sort of horny, It's dark, country and western music wailing softly in the background. You become aware of me: appearing next to you suddenly, soundlessly, standing too close for comfort, obviously invading your personal space. You glance up, startled, to see me: handsome, tan, a big guy in a western shirt and well-worn 501 jeans. If you look down, you could see I've got on pointy-toed cowboy boots. But you don't, you're hypnotized by the intense stare-or is it a glare?-from my big smoldering brown eyes, transfixed by the sculptured cut of my jaw, dark with a day's growth of beard, my glistening shoulder-length brown hair, my huge muscles bulging and thick chest hair sprouting from my open shirt. You involuntarily pull away, actually feeling a surge of heat that radiates from my body toward yours, but I grasp your shoulder hard, near your neck, sort of proprietarily, pulling you back toward me. "Hey, buddy, how's it going?," I ask. "Oh, hi," you answer nervously. You smile. I don't smile. Instead, I keep staring at you intently, as if reading your brain into my memory. I pull the neighboring bar stool over very near to yours and sit down. As I do, I loosen my grip on your shoulder. You have the distinctly unpleasant impression that as my hand slides off you that it's not just brushing, but FEELING your back. I sit very near to you, my huge tree-trunk leg touching your leg under the bar. "Listen, buddy." I say it softly, in a deep, sonorous voice that makes your balls retract. "I got a problem... I was wonderin' if you might could help me with." My gaze has not wavered, my tone is so serious that you feel relief when I continue: "My damn truck battery's gone dead, and I could sure use a jump start." You laugh stupidly, and answer too quickly, "Sure, be glad to. Where's your car?" "Right outside." For the first time, I smile, sort of. Or sneer. As we get up, the bartender, who had been at the other end of the bar, hurries back and asks you to go ahead and pay for your drinks. You're surprised. "Oh, I'll be right back, just going out to the parking lot for a minute," you protest. But the bartender looks first at me, then back at you. "Still, sir, wish you'd go ahead and settle up." You're pissed, but not being the type to make trouble, you go ahead and pay him. I've stepped back into the shadows, silently watching you. As you finish paying him and turn toward the door, I again materialize near you, once more laying my heavy arm across your shoulder, squeezing near your neck and guiding you toward the door. You know this is not right. I'm TOO familiar, you know you should get out from under my hand now, before it's too late. But the fact is that my hot musky smell, the feeling of my strong muscular hand kneading your shoulder, is making your dick hard. You WANT to come outside with me.

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Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 16:43:15 -0800 From: TopLegal Subject: gym-stud-3 Gym Boy Cum: 3 ============== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Six Long Days ------------- It had been six long days, especially for Jason. It had been eleven days total since his last orgasm. I was testing his self-control and his obedience. Several times over the last few days he had pleaded in various ways for release. Verbals hints. Boyish and pouty looks, surprising for a such a gruff young miner boy and more were his arsenal. Mine was much more straightforward: absolute resolve to training Jason to redefine his sexuality around *me* and *my* needs rather than the pleasures of his own orgasm. In calm moments, Jason would agree he rolled a six fair and square a few nights earlier, but he would please nonetheless for release. I continued to have him to suck me off, lick my nipples, and bend over and let me fuck him as he walked in the door, still grimy and dirty from the mines. He was *quite* attentive to my needs. Each lick he gave was focused on *me*. He sucks focused on my cock. His groans while bent over on the floor being fucked were for me. I taunted him cruelly too: Teasing his cock working him into a frenzy of excitement and then snatching away orgasms at the last moment; forcing him to shove ice cubes in his pants if I noticed even the slightest bulge in his crotch when I did not want him aroused; and basically owning him like the marked boy that he was (while we were in New York City he had gotten a permanent spider tattoo on his neck.) Also, each night after dinner I would play with him, tickling his body while he was firmly restrained. I worked feathers in the nether regions of his body, especially in between his toes. I noticed that my regular tickle sessions seemed to be making him more ticklish. What I loved the most from those six days were the vaguely inhuman sounds he would make straining to orgasm as I would alternatively stimulated his cock shaft and then snatched away any shot of orgasm. The sounds were deliciously intense. On the sixth day, he came home extra dirty, perhaps hoping that in a frenzy I would just let him have an orgasm right away. Slow, Controlled Release ------------------------ I pushed myself against his body. Some of the grimy oils on his skin rubbed off quickly onto my naked flesh. Lip locked in a mutual embrace, I could feel his cock raging into a stiff state. I grabbed his short, dark, cropped hair and pulled his head back and forced my tongue down his throat violently. Then I reached down into his pants and violently grabbed his loosely hanging and cum filled balls sacs violently and twisted till Jason gasped in surprise and tried to pull from my embrace. With one hand tormenting his sensitive, but fully cum filled ball sacs, and the other holding his head firmly in place and at an awkward angle to force his availability to my kiss, I had his undeniable attention. He moved his hands to what had become a familiar position, interlaced behind his head. His sweaty pits exposed, I kept one hand firmly punishing his balls with a vice-like grip and then began to lick his boyish manhood in by smelling and licking his pits. There was always a somewhat unpleasant, but erotic, metallic aftertaste if I got to Jason before he showered. I savored that taste and all of his sweaty, salty, grimy, oily, miner manhood. With my vice-like death grip squeezing his balls, Jason was unable to maintain an erection despite his obvious enjoyment from the pleasure I was delivering with my tongue. I pushed Jason onto the floor, maintaining a grip on his ball sac that was growing increasingly painful for the muscular stud I now commanded. As my force on his balls increased he began to cry out in pain and I threw body on top of his sweaty, dirty body. The smells and aroma and the feel of his mine shaft dirt and sweat against my clean smooth white skin felt good. I loved to look down at my body after even brief frottage sessions with Jason. Normally I was not so sadistic on his ball sac during the sessions, instead I would allow him an erection, but take other measures to ensure he would not climax. Tonight though I did not want Jason to even ooze the tiniest drop of precum until *I* decided he should be permitted. I kept a quite painful grip on Jason's now tenderized ball sac as we showered. Jason carefully cleaned my body with the utmost of care and sensitivity. This was a development that I think anyone who had seen Jason before he had first met me would have been surprised by. A young, twenty-two year old miner boy, who had once aspired to college, but remained in a small Wyoming town working in a very heterosexual environment and drinking beer and cursing a lot, sensitivity was not a given. Jason though had responded quite well to my training and tonight's attentiveness, which included an in-shower blow job when I agreed to release my death-grip on his testicles for a few minutes was no exception. As I hoped, one of his miner buddies showed up, unexpectedly, and wanted to hang out. I had been encouraging his buddies to show up in the early evening and made a point of keeping plenty of, cheap, domestic, beer in the fridge and making myself pretty scarce when they visited. Also, my big screen TV was another draw. I would swear Jason visibly cringed when the doorbell rang. He knew full well that his friends would hang out for two or three hours--and force him to sit and swill beer all the while wearing a small leather pouch and wanting every so badly to shoot his milky boy load of cum. Another Miner Boy ----------------- Tonight was slightly different though; I had planned this very meticulously. Only one of Jason's miner buddies was coming over. I had been watching this one closely. He was a year younger than Jason and had been coming to the gym regularly. His name was Tom. A year younger than Jason he had dropped out of school and had been working in the mines longer than Jason. I greeted Tom warmly and encouraged him to come inside. I handed Tom something a bit stiffer than he usually drank, a vodka--straight up. A bit lighter in weight than Jason, I figured that two drinks would soften Tom up, leave him a bit more suggestible and open to, how shall I put it--new possibilities. Three vodkas later, Tom was still solid-sober, but I could see Jason becoming quite frustrated at his predicament. I was encouraging Tom to linger for much longer than usual and Jason was without any relief for his needs. Kicked back from the table and kicking back some vodka myself, I watched Jason's hands, and more importantly his groin and cock, under the table. Forty minutes into the idle conversation I noticed him move his hand towards his crotch and I casually interrupted with, "Jason, I could really use some ice." He took the hint and with a sheepish facial expression stood up. There was a feint bulge in his pants, but I paid very close attention to Tom's eyes. They tracked--Jason's crotch. My suspicions were confirmed. Jason went to the freezer and keeping his back to Tom but showing me his hand with ice--and then empty after a maneuver into his pants. He returned with some more ice for my drink and sat down again. Tom's eyes followed Jason's crotch again. But, this time a faint wet spot was barely visible as if Jason had wet himself--of course the bulge was gone as well. Before Jason could sit down, I asked him to help me get a case of beer from the garage. Inside the garage--and outside Tom's hearing, I asked Jason if he had noticed Tom's wandering eye. He had not. If you asked me, I would describe Jason as a heterosexual man, with slight tendencies towards bisexuality that he had encouraged and helped to make blossom. Now, I wanted Jason to encourage the same in Tom. I explained that the _only_ way that Jason was going to get relief tonight was if he got Tom to give him a blowjob. Even if Tom did not get Jason to cum, I explained I would finish the job later if necessary. Jason started to protest, but I pointed out that as long as Jason made Tom give the blowjob then Tom would be the "gay" one in his mind. The Blowjob ----------- I suggested that Jason head back into the house with his fly unzipped and wet jock showing. Jason did so while carrying a case of beer. Tom took definite notice and I wandered off to leave the two alone. Jason then shoved his basket into Tom's face. The younger boy seemed startled at first, and not to mention embarrassed that I was on hand. But, then Jason grabbed Tom's brown tresses and pulled Tom in so that his nose was directly against the wet front of Jason's white cotton jock--and now semi-erect cock. Tom responded and licked the front of Jason's jock. I stood by watching closely as Jason unbuckled his thick leather belt and dropped his pants to the ground. Tom was clearly aroused by the site of Jason's semi-naked, and butt bare on account of wearing a jock. Tom got down on his knees right there in the kitchen and began to lick the front of Jason's jock. After a few minutes, Jason pulled his jock to the floor and began face-fucking his younger friend. I watched Jason intensely pump his cock in and out of Tom's mouth. Close to an erection, Jason became intent of forcing his cock further down Tom's throat and Tom began to try to pull back and avoid gagging. Jason grabbed the younger man by the back of his head and forced harder and harder, face fucking the younger miner viciously until orgasm was reached and then pushing Tom onto the floor. I sent Jason upstairs and helped Tom to his car as if nothing happened. I figured that anything that would "blossom" in Tom would take time and I did not want to jeopardize Jason's job--a lot of the miners would probably just kill him if they thought him gay. Tom acted like nothing happened as I helped him into the car and asked if he could visit alone again some night, I suggested in a week or two. Upstairs, Jason was standing naked with his fingers laced behind his head and his legs standing apart. He proudly informed me he had not touched his cock yet and I knelt down and licked several remaining drops of cum off his now flaccid cock. I kissed him on the cheek and told him that Tom wanted to visit again--alone. But that I did not think that was appropriate for at least a week. I handed him the Monopoly die and reminded him that the base was seven days from his roll. He tossed the die and it rolled up three--ten days till he could next have release. I put his cock in a leather pouch to discourage any inadvertent touching. And then instructed Jason to spend the rest of the night pleasuring *me*. Jason's tongue was unusually gifted tonight, having just tasted release, but also knowing that any future release was dependent on total service to my needs. Jason's tongue rimmed my fuckhole for the first time tonight, quite thoroughly. He confided after finishing that despite the pungent odor and taste, he found it quite pleasurable. Disobedience ------------ Four brief nights had passed from that stunning orgasm. Each night Jason seemed to double the intensity of his attention to my needs. Then, on the fifth night, he came home and I could sense he was off his game. Ever so slightly imbalanced. Uncertain. Uneasy. Shifting slightly from foot-to-foot. I had him strip completely naked, and I could see his discomfort grow. I examined his cock shaft and testicles closely without touching. I could sense his discomfort grow the longer I stared there. His naivity and fear got the better of him and he blurted out that after work Tom and he had met and Tom had given him another blowjob--and that he had orgasmed. I sent him up to his own room, without dinner or a shower and told him to be standing facing the wall with his fingers laced up behind his head waiting for when I got there. I waited several hours before I went up. By the time I went into his room he was visibly trembling and I could see a urine stain on the carpet where he had lost control of his bladder. "Jason," I said in my lecture voice, "as I recall there is only a single rule you need to follow..." As he started to move slightly away from the wall and talk, I cut him off loudly exclaiming, "if you open your mouth or step away from that wall you will find yourself standing on the front porch naked and you will _never_ be invited back into this house." His mouth closed and he steadied himself again. Then he voided his bladder onto the floor of his bedroom again. I came up behind him and placed my hand on his head and blocked his hands from moving and forced him onto the floor and pushed his face into his urine. "Now," I said continuing while keeping his faced forced into his own urine, "there is only one rule and when you do not follow it you have to be punished." I instructed him to stay nostrils and face firmly planted in his own urine as I went to retrieve a chastity belt I had measured him for and ordered a few weeks back. At the time, three weeks into our relationship it had seemed like it might not be necessary with Jason. But, sadly Jason's conduct had disproved that theory and now tangible constant restraint on his freedom of action would be necessary. When I returned with the belt, I first further rotated Jason's head forcing his short, cropped--and previously dry--hair into his own urine. Then I pulled him up and forced him to face me. I took a damp rag that I soaked in ice water and coarsely cleaned his cock and balls before trapping them safely in the confines of the belt. I did the procedure without talking to him and Jason remained remarkably quiet. After I finished I announced that he would spend the next hour standing facing a full length mirror, naked. Then I moved him to the bathroom. Jason was quite a sight to see right now. Grimy, oily, sweaty and generally filthy from the mines. His body was naked except for the leather and steel chastity belt encasing his cock and balls. I took the cold rag and scrubbed his neck to make sure his mark--the spider tattoo I require on all of my boys--stood out. The odor of his own urine on his face and hair was quite palpable. "Stand here," I said, "this should help remind you of who is in charge and the rule." Then I left and shut the door. In the fairly small bathroom the odor of his urine would be filling his nostrils. The chastity belt would stand out in stark relief to his body. And his mark. He was under my control and learning that disobedience had consequences. After an hour, I realized that my anger was still not quite in check and so I returned to Jason and told him that his corporal punishment would be administered first thing in the morning. I took him back to his bedroom and made him lay on the floor with his head, and face, in the urine stain he had left. In the morning, I found Jason where I had left him more or less. I could tell he had not slept and was feeling quite uncomfortable in the chastity belt--among other things. The smell coming off him was quite ripe. His normally military-like short hair was matted and disheveled. It also reeked of his own urine. On his face I could see fresh tears. I had a wooden hairbrush in hand and sat down on a wooden chair in the bedroom. "Come here," I said softly, but firmly. Jason stood up slowly and came towards me. Clearly afraid of his very imminent fate, and yet also terrified of what would happen if he did not approach. "Now," I said slightly louder and angrier. Jason then lay down across my lap. I man-handled him, positioning his belted private parts so that there would be nothing to press against during the punishment for even the slightest amount of sexual gratification. "Jason," I started lecturing him, "this is going to hurt a lot. You are to keep your hands behind your head with your fingers laced. If you move your hands, I will hit you harder. If you are foolish enough to try to stop me from hitting you by trying to get up or move a hand in the way of the brush. You will most definitely regret it. Any questions?" Meekly, he responded, "No, sir." I began the barrage of pain. Using the stiff, unyielding wooden side of the brush first, I began landing forceful blow after blow in a torrent on Jason's defenseless buttocks. Jason's reaction was delayed, it was not until the third or fourth blow had forcefully landed on his smooth, exposed buttocks that he began to howl in pain. I ignored Jason's entreaties to stop and Jason had the good sense at first to stay with his fingers laced--helplessly--behind his head. After just fifteen or twenty minutes, the severity of my repeated blows began to take a more noticeable toll on my miner-boy. Jason began to howl in agony with each blow and his body began to rock as he tried to wiggle his defenseless buttocks out of the way. Smelly and dirty from a day of work and drenched in his own urine, my pretty 22-year-old gym-stud, miner boy was quite a sight to behold now. His ass was a fiery red and starting to welt and blister at spots. He was bawling like a little baby. And his cock and balls were quite securely locked up in a chastity belt. I paused for a moment and used a belt to bind his kicking legs together and further reduce Jason's ability to escape my weltering blows with the hairbrush before I quickly resumed at a more severe pace and with greater force. After over an hour, Jason's buttocks had severe blisters. Jason moved one hand off the back of his head and I grunted, "No." before flipping the brush over to the bristle side and landing several blows that resulted in the most satisfying cries of pain during the entire punishment session. After just five jarring blows with the bristle side, Jason re-laced his fingers behind his head and I returned to the wooden side. However, the effects of the bristle side--some minor bleeding from tiny punctures to Jason's buttocks was in evidence. When I was satisfied that Jason was going to have trouble sitting or standing for several days, I stopped hitting my boy and lifted him up towards me to hold him and comfort him. "Do not touch your ass boy," I said as I held his urine soaked face and hair close to my nostrils. He was gorgeous despite his current state and I loved him all the more for taking my quite severe punishment. I then brought him to my bathroom where several mirrors would ensure that his mostly naked body would be visible. It was a quite striking picture. A fairly tall, 5'10", 170 lbs, young man was standing there. Grimy and sweaty from a hard day of mining, his muscles were well defined and regular gym workouts kept a beautiful physique. His normally handsome cropped hair was matted and soaked from his own urine. On his neck, the spider-tattoo, a symbol of my ownership and control of him stood out in relief. Around his groin, a leather-and-metal chastity apparatus obscured any possibility that his cock and balls could be accessed except at my direction. His swollen, sore, red butt also stood out in relief. Exhausted and in severe pain, Jason stood in the normal position I demanded--hands laced behind head, arm pits exposed for tickling, etc.--just like a person being arrested. I could tell Jason quite badly wanted to rub his sore bum, so I laid down the law. "One hour, you stand here one hour without touching your butt and I'll give you a nice hot showed and some Vaseline on your buttocks. Touch your butt and you will be over my knee faster than you can count to ten." "Yes, sir," he responded, his voice trembling slightly, he continued, "and thank you *SIR*." I kissed my boy on his forehead and walked out of the bathroom leaving the door open. When I returned in an hour, Jason was standing there still and his eyes caught mine in the mirror, he was quite proud of himself. I showered Jason with his hands cuffed high above his head to avoid any temptation to touch himself or his buttocks. I even opened the chastity belt and roughly scrubbed his cock shaft and balls with an antiseptic soap and a coarse natural sponge. Then without allowing his cock a chance to stiffen, I quickly forced the cock head back into the plastic tube of the chastity belt and sealed it up. I washed his hair lovingly, wringing the boy's own urine from the short cropped black hair and roughly kissing him while forcing my tongue deep into his throat. After the shower, I uncuffed Jason's wrists and reminded him to keep his hands away from his still quite sore buttocks. Over to the bathroom vanity, I bent him over and without even asking permission, I slid my condom sheathed rock hard 8"+ mantool into my boy's unlubricated fuckhole. Jason let out a large gasp of surprise as my huge man tool force itself into his tight puckered fuckhole. More gasps for air and to find the right emotion followed as I jackhammered my cock in and out of Jason's tight fuckhole, all the while slamming my body against the boy's swollen and sore ass cheeks. This was the first time I had fucked Jason while the boy was in a chastity belt. Jason began to cure about wanting his cock free, I grabbed his hair and began to fuck the boy harder. His cock would only have an erection in the future if *I* decided he could have one. And this was not one of those times. I allowed my desire for total pleasure to run its course. Fucking in and out of my tight, recently-cum gay boy's ass. Only after I shot a rich load of my man gism did I relent and pull my still hard man tool from the boy's fuck hole. Then I applied some Vaseline to the blistered and bruised butt and pulled him up by his short hair and forced him to suck my still stiff and oozing cock. Jason tried to eagerly lap my cum from the tip of my cock, but I could detect a hesitation. I grabbed the boy by his ears and deep throated him forcing him to gag slightly before he regained his composure. My cock now into his throat, I let loose a torrent of urine through my semi-erect shaft. Unable to prevent the forceful stream of urine from sliding down his throat and into his gullet, Jason began gagging harder. I however kept him firmly by his ears deep on my cock till I finished my piss. Then I pulled him up to me, kissed him, and told him that I loved him with all my heart. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$