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Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2002 17:42:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Evan Bradely Subject: Chapter 35 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EvanBradley33@Yahoo.com Chapter 35 New Life Lines For Evan, the next day at school was a drag. He spent most of it in the library while his students conducted research for their term papers. Ordinarily, he welcomed this time of the year, for he enjoyed the shift of locale from the classroom and to the library. Even more, he grooved on leading students through the processes and details of research and the building and proving of arguments with evidence, watching transformations from indifference to interest, boredom to some level in engagement, and, with a few students, mild interest to excitement. He wondered if his lack of enthusiasm had to do with an odd internal state he'd entered a few days ago. He realized that he'd been feeling on edge even before the hot scene with Ron in his sunroom. Something wasn't right, though he couldn't quite fathom what was bothering him. Every time his mind turned to Ron and him, he immediately pushed the line of thought away. Must mean their relationship was what was bothering him. He knew that if he were quiet, nudged his subconscious in the right direction, it would point him to the answer - when it was ready. As he glanced around his first-hour class to see that all were using their time well, he spotted Susan studying him a couple of times. 'I wonder if SHE knows what's bothering me,' Evan asked himself. 'Maybe you should ask her," his interior voice kindly suggested. Evan's lack of excitement about teaching research caused him to wonder if he was losing his stride as a teacher. He had hoped to grade a lot of essays while in the library, but his students kept him busy giving them ideas about references to check for information, answering questions about how to cite a reference, leading them to talk through their arguments. Only in his last hour, when he was back in his classroom with his seniors working in groups, did he have time to think. He hadn't connected with Jeremy last night, so he didn't know if the Walters dinner was a success. Evan didn't think the library was the place to ask Jeremy or Kenny about the dinner during their first-hour class. One hint to LaRonda that something was cooking, and she'd be on the trail of the story like a bloodhound. Jeremy and Kenny had filled Troy, Cody, and Susan in on the dinner and its purpose. Troy and he had had only the briefest conversation this morning since they didn't hit the kitchen for breakfast at the same time. In answer to Evan's inquiry, Troy had told him that Jeremy hadn't come home at all last night. They took that as a good sign for the guys, assuming that Jeremy had slept at Kenny's because Rachel had come round to accepting them as lovers. When his last class was over, Evan didn't even wait for his students to leave the classroom before he shoved papers and his grade book into his attache, grabbed his lunch bag, hustled down the hall, and descended the stairs. Jim Belton was coming toward the stairs, so Evan paused. "Hey, Evan," Jim greeted him. "Wasn't that a powerful move Troy made at the pep rally?" "Yes, it was. Class all the way! But it was all Troy. Right?" "Yeah, he's developed into quite the leader. A year ago he was just a jock who was sort of fiddling time away at school. This year he's really turned on. Think Susan had anything to do with that?" "Count on it. But Troy makes his own decisions. Not even Susan pushes him into something he doesn't want to do. Of course, she wouldn't push him anyway." "Going to the game tonight?" Jim asked. "You and Ron could join Miles and me." Evan paused. "Gosh, I haven't even thought that far ahead into the day. I'd better think about that. So you and Miles are going?" It seemed to Jim that Evan was dodging a straight answer. Why? "Yeah, it's a good chance to be together, and we both enjoy the games. You know, this is the weekend Miles is coming out to the farm." "Great," Evan beamed. "I can't wait to hear about it. Well, the parts that can be related publicly, that is." Jim laughed, ducking his head a little. A mischievous look moved onto Evan's face. "And I'll listen to those other parts if you want to share them." Jim snickered. "Well, have a good weekend if I don't see you this evening at the ball game," Evan said as he waved, rolling out through the door to the north parking lot. Jim watched him walk across the parking lot with his head down, thinking Evan's leave-taking was a bit abrupt. He didn't seem as though his life was problem free at the moment. If Jeremy had been the problem, Jim thought Evan would have said something about it. Because he didn't, it probably had to do with Ron. Gosh, he hoped they weren't about to break up. Evan had gone through so much trouble with Tim. Now to have it repeat itself so soon afterward - it wasn't good for him. Besides, he liked the idea of Miles and his having a pair of gay buddies. They got along well together. He hadn't realized how affirming it was to have another gay couple as friends. Were he and Miles a couple? Well, maybe after this weekend they would be. He'd asked himself if they were a couple about the third time they were together, but he was afraid to push issues by asking. When Evan reached home, he dropped his attache in the study, yelling greetings to Troy and Jeremy, who were chatting at the kitchen table, glasses of orange juice in front of them. Evan went to the refrigerator and poured a glass for himself and joined them at the table. "So how was the dinner last night?" he asked Jeremy hopefully. "Great. It started out stiff as usual. But Kenny's mom got right down to the nitty-gritty, telling us that she knew we weren't meeting there much because we weren't comfortable. She admitted that that was her fault - the separate bedrooms at Thanksgiving. You know what? She thought that Kenny and I were just having sex, that we couldn't know what love is the way she and Joe do. Kenny and his mom got into this frank discussion about how their men made them feel. She realized that Kenny feels the same way about me that she feels about Joe, even while making love. Kenny led her to admit that, by busting in on us when we were together, Rachel was trying to buy time for him to change his mind about me. He helped her understand that that wasn't going to happen. Kenny then told them about his break-up with Robert - oh, he didn't tell them who the guy was, but he described his behavior. He told them how Troy and I found him in a sleazy bar, how he'd gone there for instant sex. It was like a dash of cold water in their faces, I guess. They had no clue that their little, innocent Kenny had bitten such a big chunk out of life. I think it made them look at him differently. Joe asked me to tell them how I felt about Kenny - more for Rachel's sake, I think, than his. They heard about how I went after Kenny because I had wanted him even when he was with Robert. To make a long story short, they indicated that the same conditions that Kenny and I have here also apply there - Kenny's room is his, Rachel won't barge in, I can stay anytime I want, and we can make love anytime we want. And they're going to have a party for our friends to introduce them to Kenny's home." Troy and Jeremy high-fived. "That's great," Evan exclaimed. "You started it. Rachel mentioned her visit with you at the reception here. She said your matter-of-fact acceptance of Kenny and me really started her thinking. Then Kenny and I tackled Joe about college. They're going to let Kenny and me go to State U together. And if we don't want to live in the dorm, Joe has a friend who owns rental property. Oh yeah, they are going to have a family dinner, including you, Evan, sometime in the coming weeks so that we can begin planning." Troy and Evan had been smiling, but when Jeremy reached the college part of his account, the smile faded from Troy's face. "What's wrong, Troy. Your smile disappeared," Evan asked. Troy shook his head a little. "I just realized that our senior year is almost upon us and that it's time to start making plans. But I don't know where being kicked out on my butt leaves me." He looked at Jeremy. "I was counting on going to State U with Susan and you guys, but I suddenly realize that I may have to get a job here and take classes when I can afford them at the local college. Damn! I'm going to miss Susan. . . . I don't know what Cody will do." "Don't be down, Troy," Jeremy reached over, putting a hand on his arm and squeezing. "Remember how low I was with only the 'radiator shop' as a future. Look how things turned around for me. It can happen that way for you too." A slight smile appeared on Troy's face as he looked at Evan. "You going to adopt me too, Evan?" "I believe your mother might object to that," Evan responded. "But Jeremy's correct, Troy. You're way off from having to cross that bridge yet. There's a lot of time for decisions about college to turn out in your favor, especially when you have friends working on your behalf." "Yeah, but how do I make plans?" Jeremy turned to Evan, his eyes sending Evan a message that Troy needed some hope. "You create Plan A and Plan B," Evan replied. "Meaning . . . ?" Troy asked. Plan A will be attending State U with your friends. Plan B will be attending classes here. It's entirely possible that you may receive a basketball scholarship, given the way the team has been going this year with the promise of doing the same next year, especially since most of our players are juniors. You know that all the sports sections in the major dailies in the state carried an account of your winning shot. That will continue because it put your name out there. And if Kenny and Jeremy get an apartment when they matriculate, maybe there will be room for you and Cody too. Who knows - maybe Susan too, depending on how you all relate." "Yeah, a cooperative house for all of us," Jeremy responded enthusiastically, "like the friends in 'The Big Chill,' who all roomed together when they were undergraduates at the University of Michigan." Troy launched into a belly laugh. "What's so funny?" Jeremy asked. "I can see all of us and Clifton and LaRonda, Jarod and Valerie, Beth and Paul, Tony and Angela, maybe Greg rooming together." "What about LeKeisha and Roland?" Evan asked. "I think they may be going to the college here first," Troy said. "Hm-m-m-m," Evan's brow creased. "That sounds like Party Central to me, not a house of study." Troy and Jeremy roared. "Aren't you glad parents don't go to college with us?" Troy asked Jeremy. Evan raised his eyebrows. "Maybe I'll return to study for another degree. Haven't you ever seen that movie "When Mother Was a Freshman?" Loretta Young, I think, the star was." "Aw, Dad. That's old," Jeremy exclaimed. "It'd be like that movie where Rodney Dangerfield goes to college at the same time his son does. His son makes me horny every time I see that movie - all that black hair and that hot intensity. I can't remember that star's name. He reminds me of Kenny." "Maybe you all should consider that possibility," Evan spoke. "I'm not saying that I approve of what you just suggested, but you're just the folks who might make it work. If you really intend to live that way, you should be sounding the others out now, because you'll have to give parents time to think about that before they agree. I can guarantee you that if you spring it on them too near the time to leave for college, they'll not support it." Troy was grinning. "Hey, you guys made me feel better. I thought I was looking at a bleak future. But this issue raises another." "What?" Jeremy inquired, looking a little worried. "How long do I stay here with you guys? I can't stay here until we go to college." "Why can't you?" Evan asked. "I can't mooch like that. I'll have to get a job to pay my way," Troy stated with determination. "Whoa," Evan said. "No one's going to tell you what to do, but let's think about this a bit. We just said you should work for a basketball scholarship. That mean's you need to work on your studies too. You know that if the National Collegiate Athletic Association loves scholar jocks, so do the basketball coaches at universities. I think with focus and effort, you could bump your GPA up to a very respectable level, making you an even more attractive scholarship prospect. But if you're doing basketball and a job, that rise in your GPA may not happen. You could get a part-time job after basketball season, but you need to concentrate on your studies until then. Jeremy can tell you how a job can interfere with studies." "He's right, Bro," Jeremy said. "When my mom had me slaving away, I learned that if you are working hard at a job, all the other important stuff goes by the way. You only have so much time in a day, and school and job consume all of it most of the time." "Evan, I can't eat your food for free. I have to pay something." "You can help out around here if you are worried about that. I may have adopted a slob who needs lots of cleaning up after." Jeremy popped Evan's shoulder with his fist. "Oh yeah? My bedroom looks better than yours most of the time." "I dispute that!" Evan said with some heat. "Besides," Evan whispered archly as though Troy couldn't hear them, "I'm trying to talk him into the wiser course of action, but you aren't helping. Be a slob for a few seconds for your friend's benefit." Light dawned in Jeremy's eyes. He picked up a napkin from the holder and threw it over his shoulder. "I just can't seem to get my act together." He pulled off a tennis shoe, tossing it back over his shoulder. "I can't even seem to get myself together. I need help. I leave a mess behind me wherever I am." Troy was cracking up. "See - I'm already causing trouble," Troy charged. "Hey!" Evan exclaimed, delight written on his face. Troy and Jeremy looked at him. "Hey! Oh . . . this is terrific! Why don't we make the spare room in the basement into a room for you, Troy? It's a large room. You're right by the exercise equipment. There's a bathroom with a shower down there. You'll have quiet to study." "And a place for an overnight guest," Jeremy wagged his eyebrows at Troy. Troy laughed. "Are you sure?" "If you and Jeremy are both going to be working on your grades, then you need to have your own study areas. Besides, you can't sleep in the family room forever. You need your own space if you are going to feel that you really belong here." Evan paused, his brow creasing. "There's no phone or TV down there." "I have my cell phone," Troy said. "And I can come upstairs to use the phone. I don't need a TV if I'm going to be studying. Jeremy doesn't have one in his room." "It's a great idea, Dad. Why don't we do it now?" Jeremy exclaimed. In an hour we could have it in shape for Troy." They all looked at each other, shaking their heads and arising as one. "I'll run a vacuum over the carpet while you guys put all the boxes we've dumped in there in the storage room," Evan directed. "Let's go." They moved as one to the basement. In no time Evan had vacuumed the carpet and the guys had carted the boxes away. Jeremy and Troy brought a spare desk and extra office chair out of the storage room. They had also brought in a desk lamp from storage. Evan grabbed a dust cloth, running it over the desk. "I bought this desk when I was in graduate school. Boy did I spend hours studying here." He attacked the desk chair and desk lamp with the dust cloth. "I'll give Troy a disk for his work so he can use the computer in the study. Is that okay?" Jeremy asked. "Of course. We may need to keep each other apprised of our need for computer time, but we can make it work. Jeremy, show Troy where the towels are and put some up for him in the bathroom down here." Evan studied the large room. "Guys, let's go up to the family room and bring down that blue and grey easy chair, end table, and lamp over next to the bookcase. Then Troy will have a place to read." "Oh, you don't need to go to all that trouble. I can sit on the bed and lean back on the headboard if I want to sit and read." Evan stood there, staring at them, his mouth compressed into a tight line, his eyebrows raised, saying nothing. Jeremy snickered. "It's 'The Stare,' Troy. Get used to it and then avoid calling it forth. 'The Stare' means nothing you said registered and why are we standing here and talking when the chair and stuff are waiting for us? Come on." Troy laughed. "Is that the way it always is?" he asked Jeremy. "Always," Jeremy answered, leaving the room with Troy and Evan following. When they reached the family room, Evan unplugged and grabbed the lamp, Jeremy the table, Troy hoisted the chair and they ambled back to the basement. Once the reading furniture was in place, Evan visited the storeroom for a footstool to place in front of the chair. As he placed it on the floor, he said, "You see, Troy, Susan sent you here for us to take care of. She'll check it out too. You don't want us coming up short with Susan, do you?" He grinned. Evan checked the closet. "You've got plenty of hangers. We'll bring down an extra blanket from the linen closet in case you need it." "I showed Troy where the washer and drier are, Dad, and the detergent and stuff," Jeremy added. "Troy, if there is anything we've forgotten that you need, please let us know," Evan offered. "Will do," Troy smiled. "This makes me feel so welcome." Troy cleared his throat, looking at Evan. "Having someone stay all night was mentioned. Were you serious?" "Yes, but I hope we aren't talking about the basketball team." "Naw. I don't like to sleep in a crowd." "Hey, I'd love to have most of the basketball team here for the night. It makes me break out in a sweat just to think about it." "Kenny might have different ideas," Evan observed. "That little horn dawg! He'd be right in there with us!" Jeremy laughed. Evan continued, "Troy, I'd like to know beforehand when you're having an overnight guest, if it's possible. If not, leave a note in the kitchen so Jeremy and I don't blunder into something. Like walking around in our briefs." Evan raised his eyebrows suggestively. Troy and Jeremy grinned. "I believe Susan's seen you in your altogether, Dad," Jeremy teased. "How do you know that?" Evan asked Jeremy. Troy blushed, clearing his throat. "I couldn't help it, Evan. It was such a defining moment for Susan, you, and me. I never heard a complaint either," Troy teased. Evan just "harrumphed," making the boys laugh even more. "Say," Evan realized, "shouldn't we be feeding you so that you don't have to eat and run to the gym?" "How about soup and a salad?" Troy asked. "We can manage that," Jeremy responded. Evan looked back over the room, frowning. "What's wrong?" Jeremy asked. "It looks awfully spartan, not at all homey." Troy grabbed Evan, pulling him back against him, leaning around and kissing him on his cheek. "It's perfect. I'm with my teacher and friend and my bro, whom I love. I have a home where I want to be and where I'm loved and accepted." "Well . . .," Evan said doubtfully, "you can add your own touches as you see fit." "How about that supper?" Troy asked. They trooped up to the kitchen. *** Ron wandered into the gymnasium, feeling "on tilt." Now why was that? Was it because Evan wasn't with him? Or was it that Evan had turned him down for the first time ever? He'd called just a little over an hour ago to ask Evan to accompany him to the game. He winced, realizing that it made his invitation seem last minute. Like he was taking Evan for granted. Was he? He pushed the thought away. Evan could have called too, but he didn't. He felt uneasy. He'd thought they had settled their differences at Evan's house when he'd made passionate love to him. So why didn't Evan want to be with him this evening when there was every chance that they would make hot love again? It couldn't still be that apartment thing? . . . So why hadn't he invited Evan to his apartment? He didn't find it difficult to invite others. . . . Well, to be fair to him, some people just showed up. So why couldn't Evan just show up if it was so important to him? He was startled to realize that whenever he pictured Evan in his mind's eye, Evan's home was always in the background. Now why was that? Evan was something powerful in himself, but he guessed Evan's home was too. Why? Ron didn't think he had ever gotten hung up on something like that before. He suddenly perceived that, if he were going to make love to Evan, he wanted it to be in Evan's home, not his own apartment. Strange. With a quiet snort, he rejected the idea that he'd be interested in somebody just because he liked that person's home. Ron was standing in line at the ticket window, nodding to students and faculty members who hailed him. Damn! He felt a little lost without Evan. He hadn't realized that he'd come to depend so much on his company, especially at ballgames. He loved the way the excitement of the game mixed with his excitement in being near Evan. He grinned, remembering how Evan was Evan even at a ball game, all analytical, quietly observant, pointing out something unique, only occasionally asking him about strategy in a game. He felt a shiver. He loved it when Evan asked him questions. Why? He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, pondering. Well, it was like Evan was placing himself under Ron's power and in his care . . . It put him in a superior stance. It immediately hit him that Evan's company turned him on even more because it removed the evening from the realm of a beer and buddies event. He paid for his ticket and entered the gym, feeling lonely. Ron immediately spied Miles Forbisher and Jim Belton in the same spot in the bleachers where they'd sat with Evan and Ron. He grinned, noticing how closely they sat beside each other. Each had a side plastered up against the other. Oh yeah, Evan had mentioned that a weekend visit at the farm was looming for them. They were the way he wanted Evan and him to be, he thought morosely. Miles and Jim waved him over, so he climbed up to sit beside them. "Hey, Ron, good to see you," Miles greeted him, holding out one of his fine, big hands. They shook. Jim just smiled at him, shaking his hand as well. Ron plopped down beside Jim. "Where's Evan?" Jim asked. "Oh, he had to beg off. He has a set of essays he's got to finish so that he can hand them back tomorrow." Jim just stared at Ron, looking deep within him, making him squirm a bit. On his part, Jim remembered Evan's abrupt departure during their conversation at school. "So you couldn't persuade Evan to leave his paper-grading? "No. Jeremy, Troy and Evan took an hour to make a bedroom for Troy in Evan's basement. So Evan was feeling a little behind in his work." "Oh, so the rumor is true," Jim commented. "Troy's dad kicked him out." Ron frowned. "If justice prevailed, it would be Mr. Morgan who was kicked out." "What was his problem with Troy?" Miles asked. Ron looked around to be certain they would not be overheard. "He called Troy a fag after he heard Troy talking about doing some things with another guy," Ron replied. Miles whistled softly in surprise. "I thought Troy had a girlfriend I met at Jeremy's reception. Yes, Susan, a damned fine woman!" "She is his girl friend," Ron mentioned. "Just among us, I guess you could say they have sort of an usual arrangement." "I can tell there's a story there I hope to hear sometime. But Evan took Troy in? Do Troy's parents know where he is?" "I couldn't tell you," Ron responded. "I assume Troy may have talked to his mother. I doubt his father cared. After all, he kicked Troy out. You can bet Troy will not talk to his father." Silence prevailed. "It's too bad Evan isn't here," Miles sighed. "It would have been nice to have our foursome. Say, I thought we were all going out to dinner sometime?" "Oh . . . oh yeah," Ron fumbled in reply. "We were. Let me correct myself - we are. Things just got kind of busy for us, I guess. A couple of things came up." Jim snickered. "Yeah, knowing you two rabbits, I'll bet that happens a lot." Miles grinned at Jim's teasing. "Well . . no . . . not quite that," Ron replied weakly. To end the line of conversation, Ron asked Jim to tell him about the opposing team while they watched the home team warm up. Miles and Jim traded glances before Jim reached deep into his data banks, relating statistics about the opposing team, Wayland High School in a neighboring city. Ron listened carefully while watching Troy and Cody. "Look how alert the entire team is, even in warm-up mode," Ron pointed out. "That's because of Troy's remarkable speech at the spirit rally. Look at them: they're attending closely to each other, picking up cues. This is beautiful to watch." "Troy's speech at the spirit rally?" Miles asked. While Jim related the event to Miles, Ron observed Dave Hernandez watching the players closely, trying to cover a smile that kept creeping out. Had to be because he knew the team was so in sync that the game was going to be a blowout. Ron regretted that Evan was going to miss it. He also regretted that Evan wouldn't be with him to share the victory. He noticed that Dave Hernandez was staring at him from time to time. 'Watch your team, Man,' Ron thought. When Jim had finished his recitation of stats, the team returned to its bench, where they started pulling off their warm-ups. Miles suddenly asked, "Is Evan really okay?" He gave Ron a probing look, a lawyerly look, making Ron blush a bit, signaling to Miles, who was experienced in interrogation, that he'd hit a sore point. It was his forte, finding a weak place in a witness's account and probing. He knew Evan, knew how starved for affection he was, how much he wanted the relationship with Ron to work out. His suspicions were confirmed when he received a clipped "Yeah" from Ron, who immediately dodged Miles's scrutiny by asking Jim a question about the opposing team's defense. After Jim answered Ron's question and Ron looked over at the home bench, Jim cast a glance at Miles, causing Miles to raise one eyebrow, indicating that he doubted they were getting the real skinny on Evan. Surreptitiously, Jim shook his head in agreement. 'Cool,' thought Miles. 'Jim's reached the same deduction I have. I wonder what tipped him.' The game was a beauty to watch. Troy and Cody were twins in their play again, but the team followed them closely. Troy wasn't passing off every opportunity to shoot a basket, but Cody and he were also setting the other team members up for shots of their own. They were all hot under the basket. It was a blowout, ending with third-stringers playing a good part of the final quarter. 'Good for Dave,' Ron thought. 'He's not going to rack up a killer score just to rub Wayland's nose in our victory or impress the pollsters. Makes enemies. Reveals a lack of character.' As they rose at the closing buzzer, Miles invited Ron to accompany them to a nearby diner for coffee. Ron didn't want to face the rest of the evening alone with the inevitable soul-searching all that empty time would present, so he agreed. When they were seated in the diner and were served their coffee, they made the usual acknowledgements about what a great game it was. They rehearsed the strengths of the team and its prospects for the rest of the season. Miles suddenly popped off, "So what's the trouble between you and Evan? I'm asking only because we care about you guys. We know something about each of you, so maybe we can help." Ron choked down a mouthful of hot coffee, launching a coughing fit. Jim was mildly amused; Miles was apologetic. "You don't hold your punches, do you, Lawyer Miles?" Ron asked. "Ron," Miles answered softly, "we care about you and Evan. We want and need you to be our friends. We want you to realize your potential as a couple. No need for defensive postures." Ron studied them a bit, frowned and tossed his head in frustration. "Something's wrong. I must have done something wrong, but I don't know what it is. I have realized that Evan's and my relationship is being affected by his relationship with Tim. But that can't explain our present . . . hell! I don't even know what to call it! I just know something's not right." "Perhaps you thought you landed Evan when you only hooked him. Sounds to me as though you have yet to win him," Miles observed. Ron looked at Miles, confused. "We have the hottest sex. We are so linked when we are having sex. It's powerful. Before climax, we begin to merge with each other. I've never felt anything like it with anyone ever." "You having sex now?" Jim asked. Ron looked at him impatiently. "Of course not!" "That's the point," Jim continued. "It's got to be as good when you're not making love as when you are. The emotions have to be the same or it's not real. That's what this guy over here has taught me," he gestured toward Miles, who smiled warmly at Jim. Ron looked back and forth between the two. "You can't tell me you feel for Miles now exactly what you do when you are making love! You two haven't been together long enough for that to happen," Ron announced with more than a little finality. "I feel as much for Miles now as when we make love," Jim replied. "In regard to your second charge, we've already realized that we are THE ONE for each other. That's why I'm hard, even a little wet." Ron wished he could see through the table so he could look down at Jim's crotch. "Is that they way it is with you too?" Ron asked Miles. Miles shook his head in the affirmative. "You guys are putting me on, right?" Ron pressed. "No," Miles said gently. "We wouldn't give our buddies a bum steer. You're too important to us." Ron started to edge away from the table, a sly grin on his face. "Hey, guys, let's go visit the facilities." Jim and Miles grinned at each other, turning back to Ron. "You go ahead. We'll follow along in a little bit." "Well, then let's stand up and stretch if we're not going now." "Go ahead," Miles prompted. "We're fine." "You guys are boned; that's why you won't get up," Ron snickered. Jim punched him playfully on his shoulder. The playful moment passed. "Don't you this very moment feel exactly the way about Evan that you did the last time you made love," Miles inquired. Ron squirmed. "Well, I love him then and now if that's what you mean." "We aren't discussing whether you love Evan," Miles observed. "We're discussing the degree of love you feel for Evan. It seems it's not constant over time. It's at its best when you're having sex, but it should be like that all the time. Sex is physical love. Making love surpasses the physical when it moves your emotions for Evan into a constant state, day in and day out, whether you're out of sorts with him or not. Ron fell silent, feeling reproached. Oh, he knew Miles and Jim weren't knocking him to make him feel bad, but if their love was constant, no matter what the situation, then why didn't his love for Evan remain constant across the day? Why was it at its most intense only when they were having sex? For the first time ever, he wondered if Evan's love for him was constant too. "Okay," Ron capitulated. "Let's say for argument's sake that you're correct. What can Evan and I do to have what you two have?" Miles and Jim pondered Ron's challenge, "Maybe . . . ," Jim began, leading both Ron and Miles to turn to him, "maybe you have to go back to 'Go.' Did you guys jump in the sack right off?" "Yeah," Ron replied. "We both wanted it." "Maybe you need to go back and court, get to know each other before you make love again." "Won't that just amount to delaying sex?" Ron asked. "Did you hear the implicit value judgment in your question, Ron?" Miles asked. "Huh?" "What's the implication in your last statement about delaying sex?" Ron stared at Miles, then Jim. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Ron groaned. "I'm still saying sex is most important." "And it's not merely delaying sex," Jim added. "As you learn more about each other, it will change you." "Change us?" "It will change the way you see each other, which will change your expectations and then your behavior. You'll draw closer together, which will add depth to your relationship." Ron just stared back, thinking. "I know you haven't known me long," Jim added, "but you can see a change in me, can't you? I'm more open, talk more freely. I don't hide." Jim turned to Miles. "It's all because of him." He turned back to Ron. "It can happen that way with you and Evan too." Ron sat quietly, thinking. "Come on, Man," Miles expostulated to Ron. "You've had sex with a guy, got your rocks off, in fact, got them off damned well," he said. "But an hour or two later or the next morning, you're feeling empty. You realize it was just lust, just sex. It left you with nothing to hang onto. The realm of love is the heart and mind, not the crotch and ass." Ron squirmed. "Yeah, okay. . . . Yeah, it's happened." Pause. "So you think if Evan and I go back to, say, courting, this problem will resolve itself? 'Courting'? Where'd that term come from? Sounds so old fashioned." "Sometimes old-fashioned is still best," Miles replied. Again, Ron pondered all that had been said. "Spoken like a true Southern Gentleman! But how do I go about this? Evan will think I'm nuts." Ron objected. "How would you go about it if you were pursuing a woman?" Jim asked. Ron thought a bit. "So we go back and start, and there's no sex until when?" "You're still a little hung up on sex," Miles observed, "but it will be different if you are intent on winning Evan and he on winning you before you move into sex." Ron groaned. "It's going to take a lot of self-control. It'll be torture! If you knew how I feel when I have that little body in my arms, under me, all that energy directed toward me, how I feel when I'm plunging into that cute, hairy ass. How long do I have to wait?" Miles and Jim were enjoying Ron's distress. "It won't be 'I'; it'll be 'we.' You'll both know when the time is right. Everything you are imagining now will be different. But 'better' different. You'll both move into it naturally - together," Miles promised. *** On Saturday morning, as Miles Forbisher turned his silver Ford Explorer into the lane leading to Jim Belton's white, two-story clapboard farmhouse, he was feeling thankful that he and Jim had already introduced themselves to each other sexually. First they had that gentle 69 in the hayloft. But they'd traded blowjobs a couple of times since when they'd met after work for dinner and then ended up at Miles's home. There would be enough new to experience about this visit - their spending the night together, living together for two days, working side-by- side. They didn't need the added pressure of wondering if they would meet the other's expectations for a sexual partner. And Miles knew they had met each other's expectations. Nothing he had ever experienced compared to those trysts with Jim, starting with the 69. It was so sweet and innocent, it being Jim's first time with a man. It was made even better by Jim's initiating the sex, for he saw Miles holding back because Jim was his client. Miles thoughts suddenly stopped as the lawyerly, analytical side of his mind kicked in. That lack of anyone to compare Miles against could be a problem later down the road for Jim. Miles would have to be sensitive to that. Damn! It would kill him to give Jim permission to experiment with other guys. He could lose him - that was unthinkable because Jim was the best man he'd ever had. Even though he tried to hold back and control himself, he was falling in love with Jim. According to personal and professional perspectives in the legal community, Miles Forbisher was a prudent man and lawyer. Falling in love was stupid because Jim was vulnerable after his separation from his wife. Jim hadn't overtly given any indication that he was interested in a serious relationship at all. A sexual encounter didn't mean love was in the air. Miles hadn't actually ever played the field - not the way people probably expected, given his good looks and great body. He couldn't because of his profession. The local legal community was rife with heterosexual infidelity, swapping, and all that. He heard plenty about it, doubted little of it, and was determined not to get caught up in it. It wasn't easy to dodge the bored, spoiled wives and desperate single women lawyers and still remain untainted by rumors of homosexuality. So he kept a low profile socially and sexually. He snorted derisively. "Low profile" meant going for long stretches without getting any. If he was off at a convention or on a vacation, which was rare, he might fall into a quick hand or blow job, occasionally a night in bed with a nice, hungry guy, usually a young husband with two kids. Most of the time they'd both had too much to drink. Back to the issue. What if he encouraged Jim to get it on with buddies like Ron and Evan? That would reduce the risk that Jim might find someone better but maybe satisfy his urge to comparison-shop. When Miles thought Jim might find someone better, he felt a gnawing in his gut. No. Getting it on with buddies really wasn't experimenting. He'd just have to face it - if there were someone out there who would appeal to Jim more than himself, he couldn't stop them from being together. He'd heard about that Tim guy taking up with a younger stud, a knock- out college student, dropping Evan but setting up others to spill it to him, the ultimate put-down. Oh, Evan didn't know Miles knew about Tim. He'd almost said something but decided Evan would freak out over the story being out there "in the community," the gay community, that is. Evan was hung up on his privacy. When he shared a confidence with Miles beyond those necessary for legal dealings, Miles felt privileged. No, if Evan knew the story about Tim was discussed in the gay community, he'd probably dig an emotional foxhole and crawl in it. Actually, Miles had heard just a few details from a friend of Tim's who really didn't know Evan. Miles had played dumb when Evan's name was mentioned. There was a message there for him too. He couldn't stop Jim and someone else from acting on a mutual attraction. He WOULDN'T stop Jim and someone else. It never worked - the relationship still fell apart but left guys feeling resentment toward each other, at the least, hating each other, at the most. Miles glanced up through the windshield at the clear blue sky. Even though there was a slight chill in the morning air, it was going to be a killer day - golden, warm, teasing belief that an early spring was on the way. The Explorer had been creeping up the lane. As he rolled up beside the farmhouse in an open graveled area, he saw Jim step out on the back porch. 'Ah, he's been looking for me to arrive,' Miles thought. A smile erupted on his face. He couldn't help it. "That hunk makes my soul dance with delight," he whispered aloud. He wondered where that line came from. Jim was standing on the porch in navy bib overalls a couple of sizes too large, work boots, shirtless, his honey-colored hair tousled by the slightly chilly breeze, a shy grin on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets like a self-conscious kid, his mustache lending him a dashing air. As Miles pocketed his keys and pulled an overnight bag from the back seat, he waved at Jim, who just stood there, his white teeth shining even from that distance. Miles noted Jim's sculpted shoulders featuring just enough muscle development to announce that this man labored on a farm. He looked at the developed biceps, not gym-fashioned but work-fashioned. He felt his hard dick in his jeans, amused at how quickly the sight of Jim could horn him up. He didn't think Jim had a clue about how powerful an effect he exerted over him. Miles would have to let him know. As Miles strolled to the porch, Jim pulled one of his hands out of its pocket and held it out to him. When Miles climbed the steps and reached him, he dropped the overnight bag on the porch floor, reached out for Jim, grabbed his proffered hand and pulled him into a hot embrace and even hotter kiss with enough tongue to let Jim know he expected satisfaction. He caught Jim off-guard, but there was no protesting as Jim fell into the embrace and kiss, fully participating. When they pulled apart, Jim eyes were shining like the sun. "You don't waste time, Lawyer Forbisher." "Not when I see what I want, Farmer Belton." The smile on Jim's face lessened as he looked deeply into Miles's eyes, questioning. Miles wondered what had prompted that change in demeanor. The silence persisted. As though daunted by it, Jim laughed a little self- consciously, muttering, "Let me show you where to put your stuff." He led Miles into a modernized farm kitchen, gleaming with white everywhere except for sunny yellow curtains in windows looking out on a pasture. It bespoke a woman's influence. Must have been Brenda's, Jim's soon-to-be-ex-wife's, touch. Like most farm homes Miles had ever visited, everybody entered through the back door. They passed through the kitchen to a comfortable carpeted family room with an entertainment center, three recliners taking up most of the area, with a round games table and chairs under a picture window. The family room led to a long foyer and the front door and front porch. He could glimpse a living room on one side of the foyer and a dining room on the other. Everything looked warm and comfortable, again Brenda's work, he thought. He was certain she wasn't going to miss it. They climbed stairs to the second floor, entering what had to be the master bedroom, surrounded by two other bedrooms, one of which served as a study. Here, it was obvious Jim had removed Brenda's touch. The white wallpaper with small blue flowers still indicated her influence, but the flounces and frills were gone, leaving a plain, quilted navy blue bedspread with a muted abstract design spread across the queen-size bed. There were no curtains on the windows. A pair of bib overalls lay on the side of the bed along with a steel gray sweatshirt, work gloves, and work boots on the floor just beneath them. "Put your bag on that chair over there," Jim directed. "I got these work overalls, sweatshirt, gloves, and boots for you. If you want, you can leave them so they'll always be here for you when you get out to the farm." "You mean you're inviting me back? Shouldn't you wait to see if I work out?" Miles grinned mischievously. "Then they'll be a monument to your rotten work ethic," Jim teased. Miles chuckled. Jim stepped up to him, sliding his hands onto Miles's waist, squeezing his muscles and the rubbing his hands up Miles's ribs. "Maybe I'll keep you as my sex toy, chain you up in the barn, but make you dress up in these clothes to get us started. I already know how sexy you'll look in them." Jim gave Miles a peck, telling him to change clothes. Then they'd start to work. Miles held up the overalls, realizing that they would fit him just as loosely as Jim's. A glance at the boots told him that they would fit well. "How did you know what sizes I need?" "Your secretary, Rosamund," was his answer. "She knows all kinds of stuff about you. I'll leave you to get dressed. Oh, yeah, grab a pair of my work socks from that drawer over there. And NO underwear or shirt," he said forcefully. "We'll shed the sweatshirts before noon." "You got plans for me, Stud Farmer?" Miles shot at Jim. Jim laughed a little self-consciously. "Nothin' you can't handle," Jim muttered as he turned to go downstairs. "Aren't you going to stay and help me?" Miles asked plaintively. "If I did, we'd never get to work," Jim answered, grinning. "I'm going to get some ice water and snacks ready to take to the barn with us." Then he clomped down the stairs. Miles was grinning. Jim certainly was directive today. He was opening up, talking sex in a way he had never before. He was giving him orders. That told Miles that Jim was feeling comfortable moving not just into male/male sex as a concept and behavior but also into sex with him. Maybe a serious relationship did lie in the future. Jim was getting over the "lawyer mystique" he'd formed when he first met Miles, clearly growing in a new direction. Miles wanted to be certain that they steered themselves free of Ron's and Evan's thinking ONLY in terms of sex. This was going to be a great weekend. When Miles was dressed, leaving his black briefs behind, he found Jim in the kitchen twisting on the cap of a big two-gallon thermos jug. He grabbed it by the handle, causing ice cubes inside to clack softly against the liner. Jim gave a hand basket with apples and bananas to Miles, wordlessly gesturing to the door leading to the porch. They walked in companionable silence across the back yard and through a gate, out into a large graveled open area with a chicken house on the far right and a large shed on the far left. Even though the overalls were new, Jim had laundered them. Still, their stiffness tickled Miles's ass, balls, and cock as they rubbed against the denim. They continued walking through the barnyard, past a huge stock tank full of water with cattle pens beyond that. The barn was a surprisingly large affair, built in an age when barns made statements, for it had two cupolas at the pitch of the steep roof, both of which were topped by weather vanes that also served as lightning rods. The high-pitched roof testified to the large hayloft on the upper story. Miles's lips spread in a wide grin when he remembered Jim's and his 69 up there. Yeah, if this farm had been in his family for generations, he'd hate to give it up too. Now he understood Jim's unspoken fear over being the Belton who lost it all. Jim slid one of the wide doors open on its track, which prompted Miles to do the same with the other door. Sunlight flooded the interior. They walked down a wide middle aisle, with stalls running down both sides. Miles watched dust dancing in the shafts of sunlight that shot through cracks in the wall. "How many horses do you have?" Miles asked. "Just two now," Jim answered quietly. "My dad had a lot more, but when I became the sole wage earner, I just couldn't afford to keep all of them. I kept two because I like to ride. I had hoped Brenda would as well, but she never took to the horses. I guess she was afraid of them. I let them out into the pasture this morning." He looked hopefully at Miles. "We can go riding sometime if you'd like." Miles grinned. "I'd like," earning a smile from Jim. "So what's the game plan here? I'm ignorant about farms, Jim, so you'll have to teach me a lot. But I'm eager to learn. Much of my eagerness has to do with learning from you," he explained as he placed his big hand on the back of Jim's neck and squeezed affectionately. Miles leaned over, brushing his lips softly against Jim's. Jim ducked his head shyly, but Miles's hand noted a little tremor passing through Jim. He loved it that his attentions had that power over Jim. If his will held sway, Jim would be trembling much more before the day ended. Jim explained how they'd remove the old straw and manure, placing it in a big wheelbarrow, which he would fetch in a moment. Then they'd dump it behind the barn where it would be available for scattering on fields. They would then spread clean straw in the stalls. He explained that they would clean the eight stalls, allowing him to move the horses to a clean stall when needed and extending time between the cleanings so that he could tend to the myriad chores a farm mandated. Jim brought shovels in from a closed room at the end of the barn and left briefly to bring in the wheelbarrow. They entered the first stall. Jim would use a pitchfork to rake the straw in a pile, lifting it into the wheelbarrow. Miles would follow after him, scooping up the manure and dumping it on the straw in the wheelbarrow. They worked silently. By the time they reached the second stall, acting rapidly, Miles began pulling straw into a pile with the manure, dumping it in with the rest. He was working fast. Jim kept glancing at Miles, a frown on his face. The more Miles worked, the more he seemed to speed up. Jim reached toward him, gently placing his hand on Miles's shoulder. "Hey, pace yourself, buddy. If you continue to work at that speed, you are going to feel it all next week. You could even pull a muscle. There are two of us, so we don't need to work like demons." Miles smiled. "Okay. Thanks, bud. But I thought I was going to get a massage at the end of the day." Jim laughed. "Oh, I intend on checking your parts, especially the moving ones." Miles smiled back. After an hour, the barn was beginning to heat up. Jim pulled off his sweatshirt, hanging it over the edge of the stall. Miles followed suit, baring his broad shoulders and chest. Jim didn't hide his study of Miles's upper body. A light cover of hair, brown like that on his head, covered his pecs with a treasure trail leading below. For such a big man, his aureoles were dark but not large, but the nipples were erected, causing Jim's pupils to dilate as he spotted this sign. Miles was aroused. Jim knew his mere presence had given Miles a hard-on. Miles had nicely developed arms and shoulders from his workouts. A glance at Miles's face revealed Jim himself caught in a stare from Miles's auburn eyes, an amused look on his face, for he'd caught Jim checking him out. Jim tried to stifle a snicker, but he wasn't successful. He heard a faint reply in kind from Miles. They returned to work, having moved to a third stall. Miles liked it that they didn't have to chatter to each other while they worked. His senses were fully alive, attuned to Jim. He felt fulfilled, satisfied, at peace. He didn't need talk to make him feel secure with Jim. Half an hour later, Jim called for a break. He walked over the thermos jug, poured some ice water in the cap and handed it to Miles, who thirstily gulped the ice water down. Jim poured another, drinking from the same cap, his eyes riveted on Miles's face. He held the basket toward Miles so that he could snag a piece of fruit. They sat side by side on a bale of hay as they consumed bananas. "I'm so lucky to have met you, Miles. It's funny. I thought I had reached the worst moment of my life: my wife was divorcing me, and I was afraid I'd lose my farm, afraid that generations of Beltons, who invested blood, sweat, and tears in this place, would cry out in judgment against me. Then Evan told me about you. I'm not much of a shopper, so I didn't look for a lawyer elsewhere. If Evan Bradley was happy with you, you had to be good. When I walked into your office, it's like my eyes couldn't adjust to be large enough to take all of you in." Jim snickered self-consciously. "When you shook my hand, my dick jumped in my briefs. That's never happened before. Then I started to get iron hard. I was so relieved when you stood up with your hard-on showing. Before that, I was worrying about how I could get out of your office without someone's seeing how hard I was. If you saw it, I knew you would think I was a pervert. When I saw your hard-on, I knew you were glad I was a pervert." Miles laughed. Jim continued, "I expected that you'd ask yourself 'What kind of a guy is this?' None of your lawyer friends would be so uncouth as to display a hard-on in public," Jim confessed, looking at Miles questioningly. What Jim had stated really wasn't the question he wanted to ask, but it pointed to the question obliquely. Miles knew what the question was. "I work with lawyers, I have friends who are lawyers, and I love my profession," Miles answered, "but I don't want my lover to come from my profession. I was glad you turned me on the way you did in the office. You weren't a lawyer, and I knew little about your world. In addition to those factors, you were a hunk. For me, you were perfect from the outset." Jim's smile faded. He looked away. "I'm going to hate myself for asking this, but I can't help it. You'll learn that I usually hop right on something. What lies ahead for us?" Miles smiled. "I like the 'hopping' image." Jim blushed slightly. "What's ahead is some months of getting to know each other better, experimenting with what we like in sex, growing closer, more ballgames and dinners, doing things together socially, working together here on the farm. And if Ron and Evan solve their issues, getting to know them better too. Evan, Ron, you and I will take trips together sometimes. I want more working together here on the farm. If we're both agreeable, then we'll start integrating into each other's lives, assuming we haven't already done that. Given our instant attraction to each other, I think we'll already be well on our way toward that." Jim was grinning and shaking his head slowly. "Understand, Jim, you can amend, veto, or extend any part of what I just laid out for us," Miles stated. Jim giggled. "You just sound like a lawyer. Are we considering a contract?" Miles laughed, and then took one of his big hands, pushing Jim down flat on the hay bale, his head following Jim's body as Miles pasted one, steamy kiss on Jim's lips. The kiss lasted for a long time, more energizing than the water and food they'd consumed. When they broke the kiss slowly, gently, Jim whispered, "Is that a marriage proposal?" Miles whispered back, "Do you want it to be?" "Someday," Jim replied. He reached up, unbuckling one side of Miles's overalls. He slipped his hand down inside, sliding it across warm, sweaty skin down into Miles's pubes. "Oh," Jim exclaimed. "What?" Miles asked. "I've never told you that the forest around you cock turns me on. It's exciting. Let's me know I'm with a virile man." Miles grinned, kissing Jim again, who had just discovered precum oozing from Miles's prodigious member. He ran his hand around the slick head of Miles's dick, taking its dimensions, making Miles suck in air. Like everything about the man, his cock was memorable. Jim managed a few pumps, squeezing low downon the tube but lightening his touch as his hand reached the cap, where it swirled around the head. Balancing on one arm, Miles plunged his hand through the gap in Jim's coveralls and down Jim's sweaty skin, grabbing his cock. Now he knew why their coveralls were a couple of sizes too large. Jim's dick was a couple of inches shorter than Miles's eight, but it had a huge mushroom cap that Miles loved. He imitated Jim's movements. But he didn't want a quickie. He wanted to allow the sexual tension to build, so he sat up, pulling Jim with him. "We'd better get back to work," Jim said with a slight gasp in his voice. "But don't you wander off anywhere. I've got plans for you later." They both chuckled. "Ah, now I know your real motive. Invited me out here for some quick, cheap sex," Miles laughed. "We'll see if you think it was quick or cheap later," Jim responded. They worked another hour and a half, accomplishing even more because they fell into a natural rhythm. By noon, only two stalls remained. "Let's break for lunch," Jim suggested. "Okay," Miles replied. "Man, I can't believe how hungry I am." They grabbed the thermos jug, basket, and sweatshirts and walked back across the farmyard to the kitchen, deliberately rubbing their bare arms against each other, prompting a ribald grin from Miles. Jim ducked his head shyly, but he was smiling too. Once inside the farmhouse, Miles visited the downstairs bathroom while Jim started putting lunch on the table. When Miles returned, he saw a plate of sandwiches on the table, a bowl of macaroni salad, and iced tea. Jim left momentarily to visit the bathroom. When he returned, they sat down at the table and filled their plates. Miles was touched when he perceived all the details that Jim had handled in preparation for his visit. Shopping for the work clothes, the preparation of the lunch, the spotless house - Jim had been busy. He had a feeling that Jim loved every minute of it because it was preparing for their time together. They made quick work of the meal, leaving every dish empty after having downed several glasses of iced tea. They took just a few minutes to restore order to the kitchen. Jim refilled the thermos with ice and water while Miles added a couple of bananas to the basket. Then they retraced their steps to the barn. As they began working in the last two stalls, they continued the little game started when they crossed the barnyard to eat lunch. They would, with apparent innocence, bump their arms, sending charges through the nerves there. After a while it escalated to bumping asses as they bent over to scoop a load into the wheelbarrow. Finally, the last two stalls were completed and they'd cleaned the central aisle of any manure. Jim had wheeled out the last load of straw and manure while Miles finished spreading hay on the floor of the last stall. As Miles stood up, Jim slid his arms around Miles's waist, allowing his hand to slide into the overalls and down to Miles's semi hard cock. "I'm hot as hell, but I'm not talking about the temperature," Jim whispered. Miles threw his head back, a sigh escaping. "Tell me what you want, Lover." "Come on," Jim said with some urgency as he pulled Miles over to the ladder up to the hayloft. He clambered up as rapidly as a monkey would. Miles wasn't far behind, trying to catch glimpses of the cheeks of Jim's hot ass. When Miles climbed onto the hayloft floor, Jim was waiting. He grasped Miles's hand, pulling him over to an opened sleeping bag spread out over a bed of straw. 'Ah, more planning,' Miles thought, squeezing Jim's hand. "Miles, has our relationship progressed enough for you to fuck me?" Jim asked shyly. "You sure?" Miles asked. "No doubts," Jim whispered. Miles turned to face Jim, widening his stance to lower his body closer to Jim. They were so close that they could feel the other's breath gliding softly over the other's skin. Miles reached over with both his hands cupping Jim's face. He slowly leaned into a kiss. Their reaction was electric. Jim sucked in air through his nose. Miles shivered as Jim slid his hands lightly up Miles's arms and into his damp armpits, slowly raking his fingertips through the damp hair. The kiss was slow and hot, with their tongues conducting a languid dance in one mouth and then the other. Miles broke the kiss several times only to move right back into another. Jim had started to tweak Miles's nipples with his wet fingertips, causing the nipples to harden. Their firmness felt so good against Jim's fingertips. The ministrations of Jim's fingers shot currents right down to Miles's hard cock, eliciting a moan from him. As Miles leaned back from the kiss to look into Jim's eyes, he felt Jim slowly unbuckle the bib of Miles's overalls, which plummeted down around his knees. Jim ran a finger across Miles's sweaty chest, returning to Mile's nipples with his slick fingers. Miles drew in a breath loudly. Jim leaned in slowly, licking up Miles's stomach to his pecs and then his nipples, then back down across his abs. He ran his nose into the sweaty forest around Miles's hard cock, redolent of sweat and musk. It made Jim's cock leap. Miles pulled Jim up, unbuckling his bib so that his overalls dropped to the floor and pulling Jim into another slow, hot, soulful kiss as Miles pulled their bodies tightly against each other. Then he slowly pushed Jim around so that he understood that he was to lie on his back on the sleeping bag. Miles sat beside him, pulling the legs of his overalls off over his work boots as Jim did the same. Jim lay back, spreading his sculpted legs, allowing Miles to crawl between them. It turned Miles on that they were both still wearing their workboots. He paused to nibble up Jim's inner thighs, causing Jim to moan and move his head a little from side to side. Miles began licking up to Jim's smooth balls, which were sweaty and musky. Every once in a while, he would make a monster swipe with his tongue up to the head of Jim's thick cock, twirling his head around the mushroom cap and then plunging back down. Jim was deliriously happy. He'd enjoyed every sexual encounter he and Miles had had, but none of them matched what was happening now. Miles was turning him on in every nook and cranny of his being. He wanted Miles to want him. Maybe it was a way to balance Brenda's rejection of him. He knew Brenda and he were never really in love, but he felt rejected anyway. He wondered if she felt the same. Of one mind, Jim began to pull his legs up as Miles began to push them towards Jim's chest. He moved into Jim's smooth crack, swiping his tongue over Jim's pucker. Immediately, the flavors in Jim's rancid sweat exploded across Miles's tongue, leaving bitter flavors. Miles didn't care - it was Jim he was tasting, eating. He began to bathe Jim's hole with his spit, licking slowly. The bitter taste passed in favor of the taste of Jim's musk. "Oh Miles . . . Miles . . .," Jim uttered, so overwhelmed with pleasure that he couldn't finish his fleeting thought. Miles's lips spread in a slight smile even while he continued bathing Jim's ass. Then he began pushing his tongue into Jim, ratcheting up Jim's pleasure. He would pause to nip at Jim's asslips and the skin surrounding them. Miles was too busy pleasuring Jim to voice his reaction, but he couldn't ever remember being so turned on. Tingling permeated his cock, balls, and ass. His nipples were so sensitive that they were just short of hurting. His cock was so hard it did hurt a little, and the wet trails his cock left on his abs told him precum was flowing heavily. Miles slid his fuck finger in beside his tongue, opening Jim sphincter for both to move inside. Jim responded with a long, loud "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," sounding like a man who, upon nearing death because of thirst, was having his first taste of water. Jim's eyes were clinched shut from the intensse pleasure, his head rolling back and forth against the sleeping bag. A second finger joined the first as Miles moved his tongue up to lave Jim's balls with spit. He nibbled around the ball sack, gently pulling the skin back out to make the bag looser. Jim's vocalizing grew louder. A third finger joined its brothers. Miles made certain that he occasionally brushed them over Jim's prostate. "Please . . . please . . . please, Miles," Jim opened his eyes, fixing Miles in a desperate look. "Please Lover, fuck me now. I need you in me. I need this to make us complete. Please . . . ." Miles leaned up and kissed Jim. Damn! He loved this man. Their loving each other just had to last. Nothing with anyone else could be as good as it was with Jim. Jim raised his hands, gently cupping Miles's face, tracing his ears, his jaw, his neck. Miles moved back. "Here," Jim said as he lifted one side of the sleeping bag, pulling out a tube of lube. Jim quickly popped the top, smearing his eight inches and pushing gobs into Jim's hole. "You ever been entered, Lover?" "No," Jim said breathlessly. "You're the first." Jim's brows knit in worry. "I'll still make it good for you, Miles. I love you too much not too." "You've already made it good for me. Do you realize that I'm taking your cherry?" Miles saw a tremor move from Jim's ass up his body. "Yeah. You're the only man I've been with this way. I want you to do it. I want it to be you. I love you, Miles. I hope that's okay?" "Why wouldn't it be?" Miles whispered, fucking Jim with two fingers and gently stroking his cock with the lube that remained on his fingers. "I don't mean just love only while we have sex like Ron and Evan. I mean all the time. I love you all the time," he repeated. "It's the same with me, Lover," Miles uttered softly, leaning up to trade a hot kiss. As he claimed Jim's lips, he used his hand to lower his cock so that the head immediately moved snug up against Jim's pucker. As Miles increased the heat of the kiss, he pushed slowly into Jim, whose breath caught briefly when he registered what was happening. As Miles breached Jim's muscled barrier, Jim threw himself into the kiss, breathing in rapid gasps. Miles used his fingertips to gently stroke and caress Jim's ass, legs, cock. He slowly moved deeper into Jim, stopping to allow Jim's chute to adjust to his big member. When he was entirely buried, his forest tickling Jim's ass, he took Jim's legs, moving them onto his shoulders. As soon as his hands were freed, Jim caressed Miles's head, running his fingers through his brown hair, across his shoulders, and down to his biceps. When Miles broke the kiss, he started to slowly pull his cock back to Jim's asslips. He was fighting hard not to trigger a climax, but it was a struggle. Jim was TIGHT, hot, and smooth. Their hearts were thundering away. The least little movement sent tingles along his cock and into a spot deep inside his crotch area. Jim must be just as bad off because he was panting, whimpering, and gripping Miles's arms hard. Miles's balls were drawn up tight so that when Miles was plumbing the depths of Jim's chute, his balls were rubbing against Jim's sweaty ass. Miles could feel Jim's hard six inches sliding up his abs. He slowly reduced the space between their stomachs, trapping Jim's cock between them, where it was easily massaged because of the heavy flow of precum. Jim started hunching his ass back on Miles's cock. He knew Jim couldn't help it, hungering as he was for the feelings being fed to an inner place behind his cock by Miles's member sliding in and out. As he began losing control, the muscles in Jim's ass would grip Miles's dick convulsively, causing Miles to shudder as pleasure from the fuck mounted. "Jim . . . I . . . can't hold back . . . anymore." With that, Miles speeded up his thrusts. Jim speeded up his hunches back on Ron's dick. Jim was whining loudly now, joined by Miles. They were racing to cum. Miles was pounding Jim harder while Jim was gripping Miles's arms desperately, his eyes wild. As he turned his head to the side to try to refocus to make it last, beads of sweat flew off Jim's head and out into the hay. The smell of their combined sweat and musk was heady. Jim immediately fell back, arching his spine, which shoved his cock up to the middle of Miles's pecs as it spewed globs of cum. The muscles in Jim's ass gripped Miles's cock so hard that he could hardly move. When their spasms began, Miles released his load up Jim's ass. They were shuddering and crying out together. Miles couldn't see, so great was the pleasure he was feeling. It moved deep into his spirit. He felt rather than knew that he would never be able to give Jim up, ever! When they had stopped cumming, Miles collapsed onto Jim, gripping him tightly in his arms. The barn was hot, their skin was hot - it felt as though they could melt down together, becoming one physically as they just had sexually. They were panting heavily. Jim's cum quickly liquified from the sweat of their bodies, running down their stomachs, tickling the nerves lightly. "Thank . . . thank you," Jim gasped. "Oh Miles, I've never felt anything like this before. I never . . . never knew it could be this good." He sucked in a breath. "It . . . was you Miles, you. You're it . . . for me. I don't know how you feel, . . . but I'm giving myself to you forever if you want me." "I want," Miles panted, gently kissing Jim, nudging his lips, slipping his tongue inside Jim's hot mouth. When he broke the kiss, he whispered, "I'm never letting you go, Jim. You're mine, . . . and I'm yours." (To be continued.)

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Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2001 19:55:44 -0800 (PST) From: Evan Bradley Subject: Chapter 22 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EBradley33@Excite.com Chapter 22 Mansex, Surrender, Manlove A couple of weeks had passed since my return to school. My stamina had increased, in part, because I decided to forsake seclusion during the lunch period and walk the halls to build strength. Because of my noontime practice, stairs were no longer such a problem. I was pleased with my progress. At the end of my second day of school, I had discouraged offers of help from solicitous students, for I needed to learn to get along under my own power. As I was putting folders and papers in my attache, Jim Belton had suddenly appeared in my doorway. "Ready to try the stairs, Evan?" "Yes, Jim, and I really appreciate your seeing me along the way." "I'll let you carry your own things this time. That's what you'll have to do when you are on your own. I always figured you as the kind of man who wanted to make his way under his own power." I had smiled at him. "You're an astute observer, Jim." I put my attache strap over my head, grabbed my lunch bag, and we were off to the stairs. We had walked in silence, nothing needing to be said, given our understanding of each other. When we reached the stairs, I had shifted my crutch while Jim watched patiently. We moved down the stairs somewhat faster than the previous day. At the bottom of the steps, I returned the crutch I'd been carrying to under my arm. Then I had moved up to Jim and hugged him. I felt him stiffen. "Jim, you're special for looking after me." I looked up into his eyes. "It isn't the first time. It makes me feel like I'm worth something." He hadn't cracked a smile, but his eyes had softened from their usual near-glare. He hugged me back for a moment, then released me and stepped back. "Glad to help anytime. Just ask." "I shall." I had moved to the door and out into the parking lot. When I looked back, he was still standing there watching my progress to the car. As I drove away and looked back, he was still watching me. Then he gave me a small, shy wave goodbye. If the going ever gets rough, I had thought, Jim's someone I can go to. A rock. I hope that's what I am to others. I wonder if Jim ever needs anyone. Has he a family? I need to be a LaRonda - secure more information. * * * I was spending the evening in my study completing revisions to my semester lesson plan. I was feeling good: the revised plan would put my students and me back on track. We would be able to finish the academic year on target as far as the objectives for my classes were concerned. While allowing my thoughts to wander, I was gazing above my desk at a copy of a Breughel village scene under grey winter skies. It led to a reverie about winter, snow, a nip in the air, holidays, which led me to think of my students. In terms of their development in just about any area, most were ahead of what might be considered target. Jeremy, Susan, Troy, Kenny, Tony, Angela, Jarod - they were all maturing faster than I expected. Well, when it came to Susan, I could celebrate only growth in her skills. In every other way she was a mature woman, the equal of any of my women colleagues. Must be her mother's influence. I HAD to meet that woman someday. I expected to be as dazzled by her as I was by Susan. Troy - there was a dynamo. And Jeremy, his twin. "Power Rangers" popped into my mind, bringing a smile to my face. They were rocketing toward maturity. Kenny, sweet Kenny, how was he doing I suddenly wondered? I frowned. I needed to be more observant, check to see how it was going with him. But with Kenny, it was probably going however it was going with Jeremy. They were moving closer together. I remembered how "up" Kenny had been the night of Jeremy's party. He was genuinely happy for Jeremy, so his "high" owed entirely to Jeremy's happiness. That told me their relationship had possibilities. The phone's ringing wrenched me from my reverie. "Were you sitting by the phone, waiting for my call?" asked Jeremy. "No, just doing some work here at the desk. What's up?" "I have problems, Evan," Jeremy confessed. The defeat in his voice suddenly registered. This wasn't the usual Jeremy. "Shoot," I directed. "My car died. Can you come pick me up?" "Of course. I'll be there soon. Where will you be?" "I'll be watching from the main door of the store. Don't park. Just drive up. I'll hop in." "Do you think it's the battery or something like that?" "No. Roger, a guy who works in the automotive department here, says the Beast has given up the ghost. I could tell when I was driving to work that it wasn't running right." "Okay, we'll figure out what to do on the way home. Do you think you should call Kenny to see if you can hitch a ride tomorrow? You're welcome to ride with me, but that won't cover all your transportation needs." "I'll call him now. He'll give me a ride tomorrow. It will give me a chance to check those beautiful eyes and that tight, sexy little body and poochy ass early in the morning." I laughed. "You think they're different in the morning as opposed to the night? Maybe you should wait outside so that you can cool off." "When it comes to Kenny, a Nor'wester wouldn't cool me off." "See you in a bit." I grabbed my coat. The nippy evening temperatures were harbingers of Thanksgiving, which was next week. As I drove to the mega-discount store, I mused again about Jeremy and Kenny. They had gone out with Tony and Angela two Saturdays before. It had begun with dinner at a nice restaurant, but not Francini's. Tony had decided that they would be interrupted all the time if the group ate there, so they had gone to a little specialty restaurant that Tony had wanted to try - candlelight dining, soft music, secluded tables. Called Shadows, the restaurant had atmosphere. According to Jeremy, both couples had gotten into a romantic mood. Tony and Angela didn't mind Jeremy's and Kenny's expressions of how they were feeling - handholding, a kiss, spoken endearments. Jeremy thought it was cool that Tony and Angela joined in, making it natural for all of them to behave that way. I wondered if Tony had chosen that restaurant on purpose. Of course he had! A couple of months ago, I wouldn't have thought Tony sensitive enough for such a gesture, but his behavior since the accident told me that he was quite an intentional fellow - just like Troy and Jeremy. They had spent the rest of the evening at a teen dance hall where anyone danced with anyone, Jeremy disclosed. No problems for him and Kenny dancing together. Yet they had danced with Angela and others in their circle of friends too. After the hall closed, they had retreated to our sunroom for post-evening snacks and drinks and visiting. I had been dead to the world. I tried to be that way every night so that there would be no memories. While I was finishing breakfast the following morning, Jeremy had told me sleepily - as he grabbed some yogurt and toast and coffee - that Tony and Angela had left at 3 a.m. Just then Kenny had wandered into the kitchen, clad only in his briefs. The snowy white cotton stretched tightly across that beautiful, sexy ass. I had wondered how much my sex life would be improved with an ass like that. Tim would still be around. No, I wasn't to go there. He had walked over and laid a hot kiss on Jeremy. Then he had moved over to me, leaned down and laid one nearly as hot on me. Wow! I could stand waking up to those any morning. The following Saturday, Jeremy and Kenny had accompanied Troy and Susan and LaRonda and Clifton to the movies. Again, they had retreated to the sunroom for snacks and visiting afterward. I was pleased that Jeremy was using the room as a favorite place to entertain his friends. As before, I had been dead to the world. That must have been something - Susan and LaRonda together. One would have to be on his toes in the company of those two. I couldn't help but infer that there was some deliberate programming afoot in including Jeremy and Kenny with the couples. More a tacit understanding among the gang that Jeremy and Kenny would be equally visible among them. None of that "hanging around the fringes of the group" business for Jeremy or Kenny. None of that including Jeremy and Kenny only when it was convenient. I loved these kids for their open, caring hearts. As I curved around in the parking lot to approach the main entrance with the passenger side toward the doors, I spotted Jeremy. Though tall, this setback with the Beast had him hunched over in dejection. Darn it. He opened the door and flopped into the car seat, closing the door after him and buckling himself in. "Thanks, Evan, for picking me up." "My pleasure. Here's what I think we should do. You veto whatever you think won't work. By the way, I didn't see your car. Where is it?" "Behind the store." "Can you leave it there for a day or two?" "Yeah. Mr. French, the manager, said I could when he heard about my trouble." "Okay. There's an Enterprise fleet lot where cars that are being removed from rental service, sometimes after only a year, are sold. They are usually good buys. Choose a couple of the guys who know about cars - does Troy know about cars?" "Yeah, lots." I could hear his voice picking up some tone. "Okay. You guys go scope out a car for you. Pick one that you think you can live with for a few years. Then I'll join you for negotiations." He eyed me. "Where's the money coming from? I don't think anyone will give me anything for the Beast." "I want you to sell the Beast for scrap and keep the money. Tomorrow, call a junkyard to arrange for them to pick up your car. Be certain you have the title with you. Don't expect much back. You are really paying them to take it off your hands and deal with the final paperwork. I'll stake you to the replacement car on one condition." "Yeah?" he asked warily. "You have to go to the career office tomorrow and check out some college catalogs preparatory to making a decision about where you plan to study for your degree. And don't ask where the money for that is coming from. We already had this discussion the evening you came to live at home." "Damn, Evan. You really know how to beat a guy into the dirt when he's down, don't you?" he said, grinning from ear to ear. "Surely you have learned by now not to mess with me when I make up my mind about something. We'll have the car put in your name since you're 18, but I'll pay the taxes and insurance. I can get a deal with my insurance company on combined coverage for this car and yours along with the insurance on our home. Choose a car that will last you through college. To do that, you'll want to talk to the sales person about maintenance records and costs. Maybe a Honda." "I'm not feeling entirely comfortable with your paying for the car, Evan." "Oh, did I forget to tell you?" "Huh?" "You don't have veto power over that part of the arrangement." He was silent for a bit. "You've done so much for me, Evan. When does it stop?" "I don't plan for it to stop." Silence reigned for about three blocks. "Jeremy, my list of friends is short. That's my fault. I know when I buy this car that I'm not buying your friendship, but I am doing what I would want to do for a close friend. More to the point, although I would dearly love one, I'll never have a son. What I want to do for you is what I would do for my son. Understand - I'm not horning in on your parents, not crowding them out. I'm not forcing a substitute father on you. If you're absolutely opposed to that or don't want to be anything like a putative son, I'll honor your feelings. But it would be a kick for me, personally, to be able to contribute toward your future this way. Other than the house and this car, I haven't had anything - or anyone since the divorce - to spend money on. And I really don't spend money much, so I can afford it." "But how will I ever repay it?" "Pass it on - to your children if you have any or to someone else. You know: the gift that keeps on giving? Real social investment and poetic justice." "I thought poetic justice was always punishment." "Well, let's rewrite that history. Besides, this is your punishment for being such a great guy. You think I haven't benefited from your moving into our home, from your care and concern, from your hunkiness and horniness?" I leered. "It's worked both ways, you know." "Then don't mess with a good arrangement." As soon as we arrived home, Jeremy looked up the location of the Enterprise lot in the phone book. Next, he wrote down the phone numbers of some auto salvage businesses. Then he called Troy to ask if he and a couple of the guys who knew about cars could go with him the next day to the Enterprise lot. Troy said that Gabe Hinton or Reg Newton knew a lot about cars, so he'd ask them to go along. Then Jeremy had to call Kenny with the good news. I was in the kitchen savoring a cup of Earl Grey tea. Jeremy was in the study. With each call I could hear the excitement in his voice growing. A quiet smile spread across my face. I felt great. * * * The next day, a student helper from the principal's office delivered a note from Dottie Weiberg requesting that I talk to her about Elena Kyropolous, a senior student we shared in common. I sent back a note telling her that I'd come by her office during the lunch period. After downing my lunch, I was occupying a bench set against the railing on a "balcony" floor where Dottie's classroom was located. Awaiting her return from the cafeteria, I was out of sight of a group of jocks down below, standing just inside the hall that headed out from the lower foyer. They couldn't see me on the landing above unless they walked out almost to the center of the foyer and looked back and up, but I could hear them all the time and see them if I leaned out over the railing. Jim Marbury, the star forward on the basketball team, and three other jocks were talking. Bill Waller was complaining about being bored, not having any excitement in his life. Pat Danton teased, "Well, date one of these little freshmen women who tremble at the thought of being in the arms of a jock. I think you won't be bored much longer." "Or here's another idea," Jim Marbury added. "I just heard Greg Dunwoodie is a queer. Let's corner him and give him some trouble, knock him around a little bit. There's Kenny Walters too. I think he's a little fag. I always see him with Jeremy Wilder. Maybe there's a pair there." Though he didn't see me on the landing above, I saw Troy walk up behind the group. He had obviously heard Jim's suggestion. "Hey Troy," Gabe Hinton said, "You hate fags. Wanna knock some around?" "No, I wouldn't be interested. You're thinking of the old stupid Troy, not the smarter, wiser version. Greg Dunwoodie is not only a classmate of mine, but he's also a friend. You should also know," Troy added, looking squarely at Jim, "that Greg's boyfriend is a college student, lumberjack type, flannel and all that. He's bigger than any of you. If you pounded Greg, he'd pound you into the ground. Don't think you'd be playing much ball after he finished. The college scouts who are studying the seniors now are looking us juniors over too to prepare for next season's scouting. You want to run the risk of their not seeing you play? You should also know that Jeremy and Kenny are personal friends of mine - close friends!" he said, with emphasis on the "close." "Besides, you guys sound like a bunch of redneck homophobes. What's with you? Gabe, I never thought you were so close-minded." Shuffling of feet followed. They hadn't expected this reaction from Troy. "That's a different tune from what you used to sing," Jim Marbury challenged. What happened? Lose your strength?" "What's strength got to do with beating up on a guy because he's gay? Yeah, I used to think the way you do. I nearly lost Susan and a good friend over it." "What happened?" Gabe asked. "They shut me out. Turned off. Wouldn't talk to me. I wasn't worthy of them any longer." "Who was the good friend?" Bill asked. "The point isn't who it was. The point is that I would be poorer today if they hadn't set me straight. Susan and my friend have given me so much, made me stronger, made me think better. Even more, they were generous enough to forgive me." "But Greg Dunwoodie is just this egghead nerd. Nobody cares about him," Jim remonstrated. "You're sounding like you're pussy-whipped." Ah-oh. I could see only the side of Troy's face, but I knew the hot gleam that leapt into his eyes upon hearing Jim's remark about being pussy-whipped. Troy put his hand about the back of Jim's neck, slowly tightening his grip. I could see his knuckles turning white due to the pressure he was exerting. Jim's face colored, and he winced for a moment. "I tell you what, Jim. The captain of the basketball team is going to give you an assignment. You have three days to find out three good things about Greg. In three days, you come tell me what those things are. Don't make me come look for you. And you make certain Greg knows three good things about you. I'll sound him out about them after I talk to you." Hey, an Evan Halsey assignment! Troy has been paying more attention than thought. "Or what?" challenged Jim. "Jim, you're not the most admired member of the team. Believe me, I'm not alone in thinking that. Would you like to be an outcast on the team? In this school?" "Shit, man, let go. You're killing my neck," Jim complained, more because of the tight place he'd gotten himself into with Troy and in front of the other players, I surmised, than from any pain Troy was causing. Troy smiled, his killer dimples prominent, moving around more to face Jim. "By the way, you should be so lucky as to have a woman like Susan in your life. You probably won't have such a woman because your remark about being pussy-whipped indicates that you don't know the first thing about building a relationship with a woman based on respect. That applies to your relationships with guys too - probably even those on the team," and he looked at the other players as he was making that statement. I wondered if they got the point. "One of Susan's beautiful qualities is that she not only cares about me, but she cares about other people too," Troy continued. He focused on Bill, Gabe, and Pat. "You guys want to say anything?" "No," Gabe answered. "I'm sorry, Troy." The other two shook their heads in the negative and shoved their hands in their jeans pockets. "Good. I couldn't respect anyone who hurt one of my friends. It would lead to other actions on my part. And you shouldn't underestimate Jeremy Wilder. We're best buds. Jeremy could take out any one of you if he put his mind to it, especially if he were into 'pay-back' mode. We'd best be getting to our next classes. Jim, I'll be waiting." The group scattered like bugs running when a rock is lifted up. * * * Jeremy didn't lose any time in securing a replacement for the Beast. The day after it died, he sold it to a salvage dealer for less than $50. That afternoon Troy, Gabe (who was eager to please Troy, I suspected), and Jeremy visited the Enterprise lot. They found a silver two-year-old Honda with reasonable mileage in a price range that worked. The next afternoon, Jeremy and I went out and sealed a deal. I moved money from savings to cover the purchase and set up the insurance. I arranged for Jeremy to have a safe deposit box at my bank so that the first item left there was the title bearing his name. By the next day, Jeremy had wheels again. I think he gave a little bit of his soul to that car, for every free daylight moment when he was home, he was outside babying that car, cleaning the inside and the outside. I loved it! Kenny astutely realized the bond between Jeremy and the Honda, frequently showing up to help. And Jeremy, that sweet man, insisted that Kenny's car receive the same treatment that Jeremy's had received. They spent a lot of days tending to autos, but I suspect they realized the deepened bond it formed between them too. * * * That evening reverie over the Breughel winter scene had borne fruit. I couldn't easily contain my excitement about Jeremy's being home with me for Thanksgiving. I had carefully sounded him out about spending the day with his parents. I couldn't obstruct that if he wanted to try it. He was adamant - his jaw set: he hadn't talked to his parents at all, nor they to him. He wasn't going near them. So Sunday night, when Jeremy arrived home, we'd made plans for Thanksgiving. We'd prepare our own holiday dinner, listen to music, take a walk, go to a movie in the afternoon. It would be a quiet holiday, but together! I would escape the angst of another holiday spent alone. Jeremy wanted to ask Kenny over when he could free himself from his family's holiday observance. I agreed. I'd purchased a small turkey and bought the supplies for our feast. I was feeling like a family man! A couple of evenings later, I was in the sunroom, lying on the sofa, listening to Mozart's opera "Don Giovanni." I heard the front door opening. When I glanced in that direction, I saw Kenny walk through the door followed by Jeremy. Jeremy pushed Kenny toward the sunroom, saying, "I'll get us Cokes." This situation was unusual. When they were out for an evening, they never returned here this early. Sensing that something was in the air, I sat up. Kenny came over to give me a kiss. Jeremy came back with the Cokes. "Evan, may we talk to you?" Jeremy asked. "Shoot." "Your making me face questions about college led Kenny and me to discuss our plans for college. That led us to questions about our future . . . Evan, we want to come out to Kenny's parents." I studied both of them. "Okay. Is there a particular reason you're telling me this?" "We want you to know. We also wondered if you have any suggestions?" "When are you planning to tell Kenny's parents?" "Tomorrow." "Have a backup plan." "Huh?" "What are you going to do in the following circumstances? One, Kenny's parents do what your parents did, Jeremy - kick him out. Two, Kenny's parents threaten to cut him off if he continues to see you. Three, Kenny's parents decide to send him to boarding school for his senior year to keep you two apart." Kenny and Jeremy studied each other. I realized that their decision to come out to Kenny's parents had just been made prior to arriving home. They had addressed only the problem of where they might be matriculating; they hadn't yet addressed these other possibilities. "Kenny, how do you expect your parents to react?" "I don't know. We've been pretty close. I know that doesn't guarantee that they'll accept a gay son. I've heard stories about other parents suddenly turning on a son for revealing that he's gay." "Why have you two decided to come out to Kenny's parents now?" Jeremy began, "Maybe I pushed the issue. Kenny's parents have chosen a college that they'd like him to attend, but it isn't State U., where I want to go and where all of our friends are going. If they know how we feel, they may allow him to go where he and I can be together. However, your suggestion makes me realize that it's Kenny who may bear the brunt of coming out, so he should decide. I just thought that since our friends already knew and accepted us, it was a natural next step. We wouldn't have to explain to Kenny's parents why we're constantly together, why we're not dating girls, that kind of thing. Maybe we could even spend nights as full lovers at each other's home." Kenny added, "I guess I wanted them to hear it from me. We would all be saved from some sensational version that someone might whisper to them. [Kenny had a point. I immediately thought of Melanie Simpson's breathless, wide-eyed disclosure about Tim and Alan.] They also wouldn't have to wonder why acquaintances might be avoiding them." "Those are laudable reasons. To be wise, you should consider what would happen if you waited a year - just before you two graduate - to come out." Again, they studied each other. Kenny spoke more quietly: "I guess we could go on as we have. But now that we've decided to come out, I know what it feels like to be free of worry about discovery. I like it. I like not having to rein in my feelings for Jeremy, not having to look over my shoulder, not having to monitor our behavior constantly." "Ditto," responded Jeremy. "I know the answer to this before I ask, but it needs to be addressed. You haven't reached this decision to demonstrate anything to Robert, have you Kenny?" "No. Robert and I are friends now. I wish the best for him. But our decision has nothing to do with him." "Good. You don't have to do anything about it today or tomorrow. Sleep on it. Discuss it. Here's a good idea: try it out on Troy and Susan - a practice run. Then see how you feel." They shook their heads in agreement. "One thing: don't tell your parents on Thanksgiving Day. Do it before or after. You don't want an annual holiday to be marked for all of you by a catastrophic confrontation. If all parties don't respond positively, there won't be a national holiday that perpetually reminds them of those unpleasant circumstances. That applies to you two as well. Future Thanksgivings can still be positive for all of you." They looked at each other. "Listen, I'm going to the study to do some work. You guys stay here if you wish and make your plans." That's what I did. I watched Jeremy more closely in the following days to see if all was well. I always checked Kenny out, speaking to him right before or after class. Jeremy mentioned on a Friday that he and Kenny and Susan and Troy were going out to dinner the following evening. I just smiled and shook my head in acknowledgement. "If you feel comfortable with it, let me know how it goes." Jeremy walked up to me and threw his long arms about me, pulled me tight against him, and slowly rocked us back and forth. My ear was flat against his chest, allowing me to hear his heart's steady beat. I could smell his pleasant scent. He whispered, "I love you, Evan." He leaned down, giving me a warmer than usual kiss. "That didn't feel like a dutiful, filial kiss." "What can I say? It's a stud's kiss." * * * On Saturday evening when Jeremy and Kenny were out with Troy and Susan, I was lounging in the sunroom listening to Peter Hurford's CD "Romantic Organ Works" when I heard a knock on the front door. I crutched there, opening the door. Cody stood on the porch, his hands jammed down in his jean pockets, the universal signal among men of stress, trouble, shyness, or discomfort. "Cody, what a pleasant surprise. It IS going to be a pleasant surprise, isn't it?" I scared up a faint grin on his face. "You'll think it is." "Come in." I stood aside for him to enter. As I moved forward and closed the door, he swept me up in his arms, startling an exclamation of surprise from me. My crutches clattered to the floor. He ignored them, turning down the hall to my bedroom. Wow! I loved this scenario, but I wanted to know why it was happening. Cody carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He pulled off his leather jacket and his boots and socks. Next off were his jeans and briefs. I loved seeing his thick, five-inch cock again, which was hard as steel. He pulled his tee shirt over his head, ruffling his pageboy cut. Damn, he was good-looking. Next he set about undressing me. He wasn't gentle. He yanked my sweat pants down, pulled off my heavy wool socks, pulled down my briefs, lifting them to his nose to sniff heavily. He grabbed my sweatshirt, pulling it over my head. Then he sat down beside me, just staring at me. For once, the "Cody silence" wasn't unnerving. Perhaps this meant we were accommodating to each other. I just lay there, waiting for him to tell me what was going on. He threw himself on me. He clutched me to him tightly. I could feel his hard cock pushing into mine. His breath was coming fitfully. "Evan . . . Evan . . . I want . . . I want you to fuck me! I want it, want it badly, but I don't want to want it. Damn, I sound stupid." My face registered surprise. "I can't believe it," popped out of my mouth. Cody's response tumbled out rapidly. "When I fucked you and had you under my control, I saw and felt you opening up to me, Evan. You trusted me entirely, allowing yourself to become vulnerable to me. Finally, I understood that you could have done that only if you cared for me and wanted me to care for you. I felt and heard how much pleasure you were experiencing. I was bringing you that pleasure. I was special because of the feelings I was creating in you. Without your reaction that way, I might as well have been home jerking off. But much more was going on with us . . . . Damn. I'm not getting it out right. I thought I wanted mansex with you and Troy. But I realize now that I was seeking more. "Later at home, when I was thinking back over our fucking you, I felt myself changing places with you, felt myself becoming vulnerable to you, felt how satisfied and peaceful you were. I wondered what it really would feel like. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. You and Troy taught me that it's not mansex, it's manlove that I want. I wouldn't let just any man make love to me, but I would let you, Evan - and Troy. I wouldn't be less if you fucked me; I'd be more, just as you were when Troy and I fucked you. "Even when we crawled up and Troy held both of us, you were the father figure. You loved us. I felt wrapped up in that love. Troy and I talked about it later. We both felt the same way. Even though we were the tops, you were the dominant one. But I'm afraid." "You have reason to be afraid of me?" I asked incredulously. "No. Afraid of me . . . . I may like it too much." "What would be wrong with liking to bottom?" Silence. "What I'm hearing you say is that it's less a matter of your trusting me than of trusting yourself. Yet I find you one of the strongest, most self-possessed people I know. You have no reason to fear yourself in this matter. "It isn't an issue of whether you submit to me or not," I continued. "My feelings for you won't change one way or another if you do or don't. But I would surely like to know that you could work through this issue so that you trusted yourself more and felt comfortable about your inner strength. It's an issue for you because you are still new to this area of your sexual orientation. Just don't be afraid of yourself." We gazed into each other's eyes, realizing that we had reached a defining moment in our relationship. All of a sudden, I flung myself on him, grabbing his arms and pinning them over his head. Startled, he continued to study me. I leaned down and cleaned out his ears with my tongue. He tried to move his head away. "What are you doing?" he asked a little breathlessly. I moved the crook of my neck and shoulder up to pin his head in place. He pushed his body up against mine, but I pushed down harder, whispering, "This is your Daddy telling you to lie still and take it like a man." I heard a slight gasp as I continued to savage his ear with my tongue. Then I shot over to his other ear. Then the crook of his neck, nibbling and licking there. "I'm going to move my hands. Your Daddy commands you to keep you hands over your head just as I placed them. Do not move them at all!" "Uh-h-h-h-h," escaped his mouth. "You're supposed to be Mr. Correct, not force anything on me." I shot my face up and into his, fixing him with my steely blues. "I'm your Daddy. Submit!" "You have to let me out of this if I want." Again, I was in his face. "Submit," I said sharply. "I am giving you just exactly what you came here for, what you want, what you asked for." I flipped him over on his stomach, pushing his legs apart with my knees, spreading his ass cheeks apart with my hands. I slid my hand under him, feeling his hard, thick cock, tickling his balls while I began to lick and kiss his asshole. He moaned. Then I rose up, grabbed the lube in the nightstand drawer, and spread some on my finger. I introduced a finger just inside the threshold of his ass, slowly pushing it in while I tickled and licked his balls. Little groans were emanating from him. He kept trying to move aside, to rise up. I'd use my other arm to press down on his back. I kept dominating him, insisting that our making love would be done my way first. I reached for the lube, coating his pucker with it before pushing blobs into his interior and introducing a second finger into him. First he would pull away; then he would push his ass back against my fingers. Then I leaned up, whispering, "Your Daddy knows what you want Cody, and just how to give it to you." The top in him rebelled, trying to pull away. "No, you need to be HERE like THIS," I exclaimed, thrusting my hard cock into him. He groaned. The more he squirmed, the more I dominated, pushed in and used my body to push down on him. His ass was TIGHT. He was hot and silky inside. "Now, open up to me, Cody; make yourself vulnerable to me as I made myself vulnerable to you. Come on, you're strong enough. Discover the joys of making yourself vulnerable to a man you love. Taste it. Smell it. Feel it. It's manlove, among the best experiences life will ever afford you. Another man values you, is aroused by you, wants you. You've intuited how joyful it can be, how pleasurable it can be. Now drink from it. Let it fill you, sweet, hot, strong, butch Cody!" I was pushing in as far as I could and then pulling out until the lips of his pucker played with the flange of my dick. I would tease his sphincter with the head of my dick. Ripples of pleasure moved up and down the entire length of my cock and its head, up through my spine and into my head. Lube was running out of his ass, coating my balls, which recorded tickles as they beat against his ass. Cody was gasping for breath. "This is what you want, Cody, and this is how you want it. You want me to take you, Cody. You want Daddy to teach you how to be a whole man, how to be loved like a man, by a man, how a man truly loves his man. And then you want Big Brother Troy to love you the same way. Accept us, Cody, surrender to us, let us in. You know we shall never harm you. Daddy and Big Brother will protect you, guide you, always love you. Demand all from us within your strong vital heat, Cody, drink us in, never fight our love filling you, feeding you, filling your desire to be fed by us." Cody was moaning and squirming, now trying to move from under me and off my cock, then back on, pushing hard against my cock, wanting more of it in him. He would turn his head back for a kiss; then he would break away. A war was underway in him - one part wanting to be a butch top, the other to be a bottom. Both wanted a hot fuck. We were sweating up a storm by now. I had reached my lubed hand under him, clasping his thick cock, jacking him irregularly to keep him off balance. Little cries were escaping from him, echoes of the powerful warring impulses inside him. He couldn't stifle the sounds issuing from him. Just a little more effort from both of us in a different direction would have made our manlove look like gay wrestling. I kept changing the angle of my cock plunging in him. About every third time I hit bottom in him, I rotated my hips, starting with just one rotation but increasing the number every so often. "Now, Cody, demand what you need of me, demand my seed. Bring it forth from my cock, my fine hot lover. Become one with me and your desire to be filled with love." "Yes, Daddy," he gasped. "Bring it forth from me, Cody. That's my beautiful, strong cub - drink all of me." At that point I fired deeply into him. Seconds later I felt my jacking hand become wet with his cum, making my hand slide slickly over his dick. A little cry flew out of him. Eventually, we slowed. As we came down from our orgasmic high, I held Cody tightly. Oddly, I felt his body stiffen. I realized he wanted me off him, so I rolled to the side. He turned onto his back and held his arms loosely across his chest. "Cody silence" reigned. "What's wrong?" I asked. Silence. He glanced at me out of the corners of his eyes, definitely not a brash Cody mannerism. "Come on, Cody. Talk to me." Silence. So I waited in silence. "I'm mad at myself for wanting it," he spoke softly. "Clarity, Cody. Wanting what - sex? Sex with me? Sex as a bottom? What?" "Wanting you to fuck me." "What is it about wanting to bottom that makes you mad at yourself? You came here tonight knowing what you wanted. At the same time, your behavior points to an unresolved conflict." "I don't want to be weak like that." "You think bottoming makes you weak? Oh boy, we're having a Fruit Loop moment here. How does bottoming make one weak? I should warn you before you answer that I would be considered a bottom. But weak I am not. Oh, I have my failings. But I am one of the strongest people you will ever meet." Silence. I knew the cogs were turning. "If you are so strong, why did you run from Troy and me the other afternoon?" "Because I was confronted with a situation for which I was not prepared. You and Troy making love, knowing that I would hear you. It hurt, reminded me of a situation and someone I want to forget. It was like you were enjoying each other but rejecting me . . . like you wanted to rub my nose in it. I was afraid. Being afraid doesn't mean one is weak. It CAN mean that one is wise." "You don't think I was weak for allowing you to fuck me." "No. I don't think so foolishly." "You think I'm strong?" "Quite strong." "Then why did I want you to fuck me, to be a bottom?" "Because you were either curious or you needed it. You tell me which it was." "I was curious, but what do you mean when you say I needed it?" "Cody, we can't always be 'on' all the time. I read an interview of a comedian once in which he indicated that an occupational hazard for him was that people wanted him to be funny all the time. As a result, he chose people to be his friends who would allow him to be just himself, to kick back, relax, laugh at what other people said - just be a regular guy. Comedians don't want to be comedians every moment of their existence. Do you want to play basketball non-stop?" "No, I want to fuck sometimes too," he murmured, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "For our own emotional and mental health, we have to occasionally step out of role just to try something else - a change of pace. When we teachers attend conventions away from home, we often revert to our carefree college days, behaving like post-adolescents but not like the authority figures we have to be back home. You needed to step out of the butch top role just to be able to allow someone to take the rudder for once." I grinned at the image of my rudder plugging Cody's hot ass. "It doesn't mean you're weak; it means you're wise." "Does it work that way with everyone?" "Precision, Cub. Does what work that way?" "Men have to be dominated, forced to feel the depth and love of power?" "No, not with everyone. But it had to be that way with you. You are strong to the max. More to the point, it isn't easy for you to move to new stances, ideas, feelings. The beauty and power of love come to a Cody only when he surrenders to love, makes himself vulnerable to another man who will lead him into the beauty and power. You wanted a Daddy to lead you to that. You knew I could do it. And you wanted a strong, older, wiser man to lead you into the mysteries. Next, you will want Troy, your big brother, to do the same for you. But you wanted to start with me. You wanted to come a virgin to me that way. You want to go to Troy experienced. From the two of us you will know the strong, potent, satisfying, willful, fulfilling beauty of being a bottom. Experiencing that, you will also be a masterful top." "You mean you'll respect me tomorrow," he said, with a small grin. I realized he was kidding only a little. It was actually a serious concern for him. We laughed as I assaulted his ribs with my hands, sending him into wriggling paroxysms of laughter. I had discovered that he was ticklish! "What a smart-ass," I exclaimed. "I love it. You have my respect now, respect earned, seldom given gratis." "A final reason you wanted it is that you are just learning the depth and power of love. It's invigorating, intoxicating. But I had to overcome you to help you finally own that power and love that you had only sensed." "How do I get Troy to fuck me the way you did - you know, force me?" "Just tell him what you need him to give you." "Won't he think I've gone weird?" "Cody, he liked, then loved you a long time ago. He's not going to think you're weird. If anything, he'll be excited to know exactly how you want it, to know how to fulfill your expectations. You may be surprised: he may need to make love to you just that forcefully." A sigh escaped him as he moved into my arms, flattening his body against mine, trembling a little, signaling that he had accepted the truth of what he had just experienced and heard. His being a bottom had just configured with all his other experiences and identities. A new program was operational. * * * Kenny and Jeremy decided they would come out to Kenny's parents Monday evening. Troy and Susan had served as substitute parents at dinner Saturday night. At that time, Jeremy and Kenny practiced their approach and fallback positions should Kenny's parents pose a difficulty. I'd heard nothing more from Kenny and Jeremy about it. I was a little surprised. I guessed they had a good reason for not coming to me again about it. Still, deep down, I wondered if that meant that they didn't need me anymore. After waiting the entire evening, I had given up, deciding to retire. At that very moment, the two entered the front door. I studied them to detect in advance the news they brought. They were looking at each other and smiling, which seemed reassuring, but when they looked at me, the smiles disappeared. Now what could that mean? Recently, when people shut down like that, it boded ill for me. While Jeremy went for Cokes, Kenny came in the sunroom again, knelt down, and threw his arms around me in a hug, just hanging on. Oh dear. I couldn't figure out why, but I anticipated something I wouldn't want to hear. Jeremy entered the room quietly, handing Kenny his Coke. They both sat side-by-side on the sofa. "Okay guys, put me out of suspense. How did it go?" "I won't say we left them happy about what they heard when we came out to them," Kenny said, "but they didn't blow up either. We didn't have to use any of our fallback positions. My mom came over and kissed me and then Jeremy. My dad was more stand-offish. He told us it would take a little getting used to because he had already figured out where my life was going to go." Jeremy picked up: "They wanted to know my college plans before they decide with Kenny about where he's going to school. But they think the four of us need to spend some time together talking a little more. Kenny's dad says he needs some help in coming to terms with what we are becoming," Jeremy explained. He looked at Kenny, who put his hand on Jeremy's thigh and squeezed. "That's why we need to ask a favor of you, Evan." "Shoot." "They want Kenny and me to spend Thanksgiving with them, starting Wednesday evening. They want to hear more about our college plans, ideas for housing, stuff like that," Jeremy rushed ahead. "Would it be okay if I spent Thanksgiving and the weekend at Kenny's home?" "I think we can really help them, Evan, if we agree to their request," Kenny jumped in. "I would invite you too, but my parents will really open up only if it's the four of us. I hate taking Jeremy away from you, but it's important to our future," he added apprehensively. I was stunned. I had even quit breathing. I never imagined this course of events. It was as though all my interior operations had locked up. "It's no big deal, Evan," that interior voice consoled. "You know you'll go along with it. It's important to their future. And they were courageous in dealing with this issue in their lives. They deserve this reward. Give it to them." "You don't need my permission about where to spend your holidays, Jeremy. You're a big boy now," I stated as I grabbed my crutches and arose. I dared not linger. I moved off toward my bedroom. "You don't have to rush off, do you?" Jeremy asked. I stopped. "I really appreciate your letting me know how it all went. I might not have been able to sleep if you hadn't told me." I turned to face them. "I'm so happy for you. You handled this marvelously, just the way I would expect from the two of you." I turned and moved to my bedroom. "Evan . . ." Jeremy said. "Evan . . ." I just kept going. I got the door shut to my bedroom before the despair really hit. (To be continued.) Thanks always to Scott Howard for editing and manuscript preparation. Thanks as well to the Cub for allowing his dream about us to serve as half the scene with Evan and Cody. He requested that such a dream be shared with others.

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Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2001 20:42:37 -0800 (PST) From: Evan Bradley Subject: Ambush, Chapter 2--"The Bait" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed unless the author consents. Ebradley33@Excite.com Chapter 2 The Bait End of Chapter 1: I realized just before drifting off to sleep that one of two possibilities would occur. Either I would never hear anything again from the mysterious stranger, leaving me wondering the rest of my life about that unfinished script that the sketch of the nude teen initiated, or, having worked up the courage to activate his plans, the mystery man would communicate again. I hoped for the latter. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I was staring out of the windows in my classroom, watching the scene below as students streamed into the entrance of the school. Two weeks had passed since I had received the sketch of a nude male, immediately opening a mental horizon of possibilities I'd never known. For the first week, I walked taller, was more upbeat, talked, joked and laughed more with students and colleagues-in short, felt less closed in, less alone. I was happier than I'd felt in a long time. Then the weekend afforded me too much time to ponder, wait, and worry; the hopeful aura began to fade. Monday, I eagerly checked my faculty mailbox-to no avail. The rest of the week it was the same. By Friday, I just walked past the main office without even checking my mail. I was not looking forward to another quiet, solitary weekend. Too much time to think, to beat up on myself for buying into a practical joke. Well, at least I hadn't tipped my hand to anyone. I felt someone watching me, so I glanced over my shoulder. There sat Susan Connolly, coolly appraising me. When had she entered the classroom and settled regally at her desk? What a woman she was going to become! In an irony that could occur only in the USA, while her name was anything but Greek, her Greek heritage blessed her with stunning beauty at 17 years of age. Her full, raven-black hair flipped up at her shoulders, perfectly framing her olive complexion. A slight blush highlighted her delicate, high cheekbones. Her slim, straight nose complemented black eyes that were entirely capable of reading anyone's soul. Her lips harbored a red hue. Susan dated, but none of the young men would ever claim her; instead, it would be just the opposite. She would choose a man she deemed worthy of her and capable of subjugating himself to her dominant personality. And if he were wise by submitting, they would both have a happy, fulfilling ride through life. What category of domination was that? Domination with a velvet glove! Was it possible in a relationship between two men? I doubted it. Between two women? Yes. But a genuinely dominant male, in any of the fiction I'd read, would always place himself first. His image and control seemed to depend on it. No velvet glove here. The submissive male would come off a poor second, if at all, for that power dynamic seemed almost definitive to a dominant male. Not with Susan. She would not have to come first to be dominant. I wondered if she would raise daughters as formidable as she. I always wanted to meet her mother to see if Susan were cast in her mold. More to the point, would Susan raise her sons to be as submissive as their father? I thought not, for I doubted Susan would believe they would be lucky enough to encounter other versions of herself. Susan wasn't conceited. She just possessed full knowledge of herself and her strengths. Probably her weaknesses, too. I'd have to sound her out about those sometime. I really liked Susan. I laughed to myself that she might even be able to turn me from being gay to straight. "Yeah, right," that irreverent voice in the back of my mind taunted. "You're on another mind trip!" Realizing that I had been studying her without saying anything, I nervously popped off with, "Hello, Susan. Big plans for the weekend?" Smiling, she responded, "That depends on what homework you have in store for us overworked juniors this weekend." How like Susan. Sometimes it seemed one didn't chat with Susan; rather, she quietly challenged you to see how you would recover from her "serve." "Good-you have no plans; I'm pouring on the homework for this weekend. I'm getting a little bored with so much free time, so I need to keep myself busy. You know: idle hands are the Devil's Playground," I shot back in my most controlled albeit smart-ass manner. Didn't faze her. Capturing me in the cool depths of her dark eyes, she teased, "Instead of looking bored, you've been looking awfully unhappy this week. Must we suffer for your unhappiness?" I chuckled ruefully. "Don't be so observant. Does anyone ever get ahead of you? By the way, define 'impudence' for me, please." She just smiled quietly. Strong women colleagues had acquainted me with that ploy years earlier; they just smile when they don't intend to answer a question, and no amount of pushing will evoke an answer. Just then Kathleen Burge, whose classroom was next to mine, burst through the door with her hands full of mail. "Hi All. Evan, I noticed you hadn't picked up your mail when I got mine, so I thought I'd bring yours along too." Susan's gaze shifted to me. "Oh thanks, Kathleen. It's Friday; I must have my mind so focused on the weekend that I walked right by the office." As Kathleen handed me my mail, some of it slipped onto the floor. When we both knelt to pick up what had fallen, I saw a long, plain white envelope bearing a computer-generated label with my name upon it. My heart picked up several beats as I grabbed for it. I could feel that it was much thicker than the envelope that had arrived two weeks earlier, if it were from the same sender, that is. A sheaf of sketches? "Dirty Old Man," that interior voice charged. I placed the mail on my desk as Kathleen left my classroom. Other students began to enter the room, so I quietly began to sort through the mail, taking the envelope and placing it in my attach�. Turning around, I saw Susan studying me. Damn. She's just perceptive enough to wonder why I knew enough about that envelope not only to put off opening it now but also to put it out of sight. "A love letter?" Susan asked. I had to recover quickly. "No, just a draft I asked someone to critique," I blurted out. "Hey, Mr. Halsey, I can critique your love letter-give you the benefit of my high tech approach to putting the moves on the babes," popped off Jeremy Wilder. I heard Wendy Fielding snort derisively at Jeremy's offer. Bridling slightly, Jeremy explained to Wendy, "Old guys like Mr. Halsey are out of touch. They can benefit from a stud's knowledge." The students settling into their seats laughed, looking at me for a response. (I thought, "I could teach you a thing or two about touch, Jeremy.") With eyebrows raised, I began scribbling on a notepad. "What are you writing down?" LaRonda Hughes asked. I replied tersely,"8:47 a.m.-Jeremy Wilder demonstrated irreverence toward a hallowed instructor. Drop next essay grade one letter." The students roared with laughter. "Aw, Teach, what can I do to make it up to you," Jeremy pleaded archly. I snapped back, "Name your firstborn son after me." "I have to name my first son 'Percy'?" he asked in mock dismay. "Lower next essay grade two letters," I stated aloud as I scribbled on the notepad. The class hooted gleefully. "You're going too easy on Jeremy," chimed Matt Townsend. "And Mr. Matt Townsend is trying to prolong this banter to keep us from our appointed tasks today," I replied. "He thinks his teacher is so addled that you all can spin out this nonsense for an entire class period, saving yourselves from homework over the weekend. Speaking of the next essay, let's do just that." A universal groan ran around the classroom. I looked shocked. "What's this? Halsey's troops are reluctant to assume their positions on the battlements, ready to beat back the darkness of ignorance?" "I usually feel like I am digging ditches instead of standing in the battlements," Beth Walker observed drily. "That's because you have adopted the wrong perspective. All you have to do is change your perspective to assume your proper place in the battlements," I explained. "So let's discuss what that will be for this essay." A more resigned chorus of moans ensued. We moved into the day's business. The demands of classes and meetings latched onto me, so I was not able to open the envelope during the day-but the possibilities that it presented filled my mind. Was I going to be disappointed if it wasn't from my Mystery Lover. "You've elevated him into a Mystery Lover?" I heard from that snotty voice in the back of my mind. I raced home and worked out, but with the envelope in front of me all the while. I wouldn't allow myself to open it until I had completed my hour (I knew I would spend the evening rereading and thinking about the letter, allowing no time for a workout otherwise). Finally, I sat in the kitchen over a bowl of soup and pulled out the contents of the envelope. It was a three-page letter, but with sketches of a cock, both cut, in each of the top corners of the first page. I scooted into my bedroom to retrieve the larger sketch. Yeah, the cock in the left-hand upper corner was that of the model's. The new cock in the upper right corner was shorter but fatter, and the halo of hair around it wasn't as thick or as dark. Most likely the artist's cock. I could already feel the hair on my shoulders bristling with pleasure. The letter began . . . Hey, Mr. Halsey, We thought we had teased you long enough after sending you the sketch. This letter will relate how that sketch occurred and ended up with you. My fuck buddy and I keep a low profile. Too many of our friends would not only ditch us but also out us if they knew we were into guys. We've been getting it on for about a year now. One weekend, while we were together, just to jazz things up, we started creating scenarios while we were having sex. It really made our sex hotter. Sometimes we would create the scenario together; other times we'd take turns, surprising each other with a new scene. Over several months, we discovered that one of our favorite scenarios was overpowering a hot policeman to show him how much we appreciated his efforts in protecting us citizens. He was grateful when we were done building him up. In another scenario a fireman came to the house to conduct a fire prevention inspection, but we all three helped each other put out other kinds of fire. Then a couple of Mormon missionary guys communed with our spirits. We became really creative with landscapers, city linemen, UPS men, joggers-you name it, we created it. One of our favorite scenarios concerned a teacher who was used to being in control. But we snared him, showing him what he could learn from us. On this Saturday afternoon, we started by just holding each other. I'm taller than my bud, but we like it that I look down on him and he looks up at me. We were tracing the muscles in each other's backs and asses but making ourselves go really slow (gets steamier quicker that way because our imaginations have to slow down to match the pace of our feelings). As we pulled our shirts off each other, my buddy was grousing about a writing assignment in an English class taught by Mr. X. I eased him back on the bed, lapping and sucking on his nipples. To keep us from losing the heat of the moment, I told him, "Mr. X is here with us now. Where is he and what did we do to him?" "He's over there tied to the chair. We've removed his all his clothes except for his briefs. Both of us ran our fingertips just over the hair on his chest, legs, crotch, and balls. As lightly as possible, we ran our lips over his neck, then his cheeks, really more allowing our soft, warm breath to flow out over his skin. For a few minutes our actions mirrored each other in the same area of his body, but then one of us went low on the teacher while the other went high. The teacher began moaning because the sensations were coming in from all over. I whispered softly in the teacher's ear, "You're hot." Then you whispered, "I want to make love to your dick." In no time the teacher's prick was tenting his briefs, and a wet place was growing at the tip of the tent." "Then we move to the bed while the teacher watches us. He can't talk because he has a handkerchief stuffed in his mouth. We start making love, but for his benefit, we keep up a running commentary about what we're feeling. I am moaning over your skilled nipple work, your tongue sliding over my pecs, my abs, down my flat stomach to my belly button where you do that soft suction thing that curls my toes and makes me pull my knees together. I can't help it. That suction sets a current running through me. I look over at Teach'; his eyes grow larger as he stares at us." "Then you begin lapping from my perineum up to my balls, then up my cock to the cap. You pause and gently run your teeth from the fold under the cap just up over the edge of the cap and back, making me call you a diabolical torturer. Then you gently slide your teeth down my cock stem while swallowing me. I love it! I describe to Teach' the feelings your loving is creating, especially how you remind me that I am gently held prisoner by your teeth. My legs are stretched out down the bed, but I keep moving them excitedly. I hear Teach' moan, noticing that he can't hold his legs still, noticing that he is straining against the ropes tying him to the chair. Then you lunge up and stick your face in my pits, loudly tasting me there. Teach' jumps, moaning in sympathetic torment." "Suddenly I roll you over and jump on top of you, sitting on your hard cock which is flattened against your stomach. While I hold your hands down, I scoot my ass up and down your cock, wet with precum, making "slick" noises. Teach' is wiggling more, moving his ass around as though he were mimicking me. Poor guy. He is so turned on he can't help it. Then we kiss, long and slow, allowing our hands to move along each other's body. You nibble along my pecs and the top of my shoulders. I slowly rise, placing the head of your cock under me, pausing, looking into your eyes. Slowly we smile at each other. Teach' has quieted, studying us carefully, but I can see the sheen of perspiration on his face and chest. Almost imperceptibly I begin to lower myself on your long dick as I watch Teach' push back into the chair as though I were sinking down on his dick. As you ease into me, my head falls back, I close my eyes and smile, telling Teach' that you are now possessing me, making me yours, asserting your sexual power over me, filling me with yourself, with your love. I can hear Teach' breathing louder and faster. Now I raise up a bit and you begin to slide your cock up into me, playing with my balls and then my cock. Teach's eyes are squinting, and he is moaning quietly, wishing he were with us, wishing that one of us was sliding our cock in and out of him. He is so wet that one can begin to see his hard dick through the cloth." "Now you begin your patter, telling Teach' how hot my ass feels, how wet it is around your hard cock. When I suddenly squeeze down on your cock, your ass rises involuntarily and you groan, telling him that you nearly lost it then. Then I flatten my ass as much as possible on your groin and slowly rotate it around your cock. You writhe with pleasure, trying to gasp out to Teach' how the increased skin-on-skin feeling is pushing you to the edge, how much you love it that I have turned the tables and I am running the show. I slowly lower myself toward you, gently running my fingers around your nips. As I reach your lips, I suddenly twist your nipples and you rise to me, biting my lower lip. We are both moaning. Your cum jets up my ass; I explain to teach how it heats up my channel, how it feels running down to where your cock enters me, how it tickles your balls and ass as your cum slowly runs over them. Suddenly we hear a muffled exclamation, and we see Teach's ass shoot up off the chair as he comes. I scoot up to your mouth and you cap my prick. Immediately I shoot off in your mouth, stifling a scream." When we finished making love, Mr. Halsey, my bud suggested that he do a sketch of me to show you what a teacher in our scenario would see-at least in part. It took him half an hour to complete the sketch. We hope you liked it. We hope you used it to get off. Would you care to guess who the teacher in our scenario was? Two friends of yours. P.S. Oh yeah, we're going to have your ass too, Evan, and not in any imaginary scenario either!

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Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 20:39:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Evan Bradley Subject: "Ambush," Chapter 7 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EBradley33@Excite.com Chapter 7 Still Life Sketches in Domination/Liberation Ever since Robert's tumultuous visit to my home a week ago, I was different. Even more, I had changed much in the month that had passed since I received the sketch. I couldn't put a name to it, draw the boundaries of the change, connect the dots, or fill in the spaces, but I knew that those ambushes had shaken me up. A different Evan was going to arise from the dust. A better Evan. I was observing other markers of change. Driving to school this morning, I hadn't played any music. I hadn't heard that interior voice for seven days. I kept to myself, holed up in my classroom and home, didn't go out of the way to visit with anyone. I wasn't dead inside, just quiet. It seemed that my behavior's purpose was to maintain that interior quiet. . . . Couldn't imagine why. Was I waiting for something? . . . . Couldn't decide. I was probably going through some kind of transition. If all went well in this "cocoon stage," I would emerge completed in that change. At the beginning of my first class, I was standing behind my desk with my head down, taking roll. "E-h-h-van, Honey!" "Oh, no," I thought. "LaRonda is feeling her ginger." LaRonda Hughes and I got along well, engaging in frequent light bouts of teasing. She was dangerously attractive. I could see mothers putting a delaying grip on their sons' arms when LaRonda came on the scene. Long, black curly hair, big dark eyes, full red lips, and curves that wouldn't stop, already buxom. She knew how many inches of bone she put in a man's dick, and she enjoyed it. In all other respects, she was nearly as formidable as Susan Connolly. But addressing me as "honey" in the classroom was over the line. I didn't move my head up, but I raised my steely blues so that I was looking over the top of my glasses. My brows beetled in disapproval. "Mr. Halsey, Honey," she corrected herself. Okay, I could live with the "honey" this one time since she had stepped back. "Um- hummm." "I hear you been married." "Blast," I thought. "Every week from now on I'm going to have to field at least one question about being married or divorced. But before that, they'll expect me to tell them why I'm not still married, especially the LaRondas. No way!" I looked up and raised my eyebrows. "But you aren't married now." "LaRonda, you are telling me things I already know." "What happened? "We married, we divorced. End of story." "We were blown away when we heard. Don't you want to tell us about it?" "My teaching contract doesn't require that I divulge facts about my personal life." "Well, you teach us things about life; we could learn from you about marriage too," pushed LaRonda. "I am not the person with whom you should be discussing marriage. Take Mrs. Howser's Marriage and Family class." "Maybe we can't fit that class in our schedules. So one of us might come to you to ask if we should marry some guy," jumped in Wendy Fielding. "What would you tell that person?" I clasped my hands behind my back and walked to the end of my long, former chemistry teacher's desk/demonstration table. "That no one should tell you either to marry or, usually, not to marry. It's your business; you have to live with the consequences of your decision. That's why you don't want the decision coming from somebody else." Greg Dunwoodie pounced on the conditional part of my reply to Wendy: "Why should someone USUALLY not tell another to marry?" I whirled around, heading in the opposite direction. "Sometimes people are headed toward disastrous mistakes. If you care for them, you want to warn them about the impending disaster. One of my brothers married and divorced the same woman twice. Nearly everyone in the family told him not to marry her the second time. He didn't listen. Another life lesson here: don't be surprised if people ignore you when you tell them not to marry someone." I continued, "You are all too inexperienced and lacking in the right kind of knowledge anyway to be considering marriage at this point in your lives." Ever the doubter, LaRonda charged back: "Is anyone in this class ready to be married?" "No." She adopted her sly look. "Not even Susan and Troy?" Both of them looked a little startled. "Not even Susan and Troy." "Why not?" "Two reasons: our society does not prepare its members to conduct successful, loving relationships, probably because such an idea seems to legislate against our cherished ideal of independence. Another reason is that you don't possess skills fundamental to a successful marriage," I stated as I strode quickly to the end of my desk. "What skills?" I wheeled around and scooted back to the other end of the desk. "Expressing your love frequently. Listening well. Saying you're sorry and meaning it. Forgiving a lot. Sacrificing. Suppressing your wishes in favor of those of the person you love. Growing together. Praising, thanking, and rewarding your partner. Communicating when it is important to the relationship and to your partner even if you want to clam up. Making certain he or she laughs every day. Giving each other space and time alone. Not taking your partner for granted. Possessing a clear vision of where you started with your partner. Stopping occasionally to assess the health of the relationship. Supporting your partner in his or her vision. Maintaining a positive energy balance as much as possible in the relationship. Putting yourself in your partner's mind and heart in order-if you are really good-to understand what that person is thinking and feeling. Keeping the magic alive." Another wheel around to change directions as I sped back to the other end of the desk. I looked up to see Susan covering her mouth, her eyes shining, and shoulders caught up in little shaking movements. She was trying to stifle laughter. I looked puzzled. "Something is wrong. Do they know something I don't?" I thought to myself. Suddenly I reddened, looking down at my fly. The men guffawed; the women giggled. No. My fly was not open (every male teacher has taught through a whole morning at least once with his fly open). Susan's laughter was moving toward the uncontrollable. Finally, I looked at her and asked, "What?" She replied, attempting to suppress giggles that came out like hiccups, "Ever since you started talking about marriage, you have been pacing behind your desk like a caged lion." "Not a lion!" popped off Jeremy Wilder. "A buffalo maybe. Or a wild boar." Giggles from around the classroom. "Buffalo do not pace," I stated. "They charge. A wild boar just watches you, trying to decide if it wants to expend the energy of taking you out." I tried to look menacing. I probably succeeded in looking only sleepy or stupid. I looked back at Susan. "I told you I am not the person with whom you would want to discuss marriage." "I'm doomed," moaned Paul Hartford. "I couldn't remember all of those skills at once." "You don't need to remember them all at once. If you really love that person, if he or she fills your heart, mind, and even better, soul, the important skills pop into your mind when a related issue or occasion emerges," I responded. "If you wonder how you stack up, determine if you engage in any of those activities at all in your relationships. Then determine the quality you have achieved with each of those skills that figure in your behavior. You will have a sense of how close to the mark you have come." I glanced over at Kenny who was staring raptly at me. I had looked his way only to see if he was thinking of Robert and him. I shifted my gaze quickly to the side. Damn! Susan had caught my glance and turned quickly to see at whom I was looking. I walked back to my grade book, picked up a pencil, then dropped it back on the grade book and stepped back to lean against the chalkboard. "I don't think I've heard of half that list," admitted always-practical Beth Walter. I asked Beth, "What in your developmental experience ever acquainted you with those skills' ability to contribute to the success of a relationship?" "Nothing," she answered. "Exactly my point." "Whenever I think of marriage, I get this trapped feeling," Paul admitted. "Doesn't everyone feel something like that at some time or other?" I zipped to the other end of the desk. "They will if they enter marriage blindly, choose the wrong person for a mate, or seem up front to accept conditions that are suffocating. But not everyone feels trapped in a marriage. Some feel liberated. Remember the poem we studied where the bird, upon being loosed from its cage, roams the world over? But at the end of the poem, it's seeking a cage. Do you recall the parting line of the poem?" No answer. I snorted impatiently. "Maybe I should put that on our quarterly exam." Universal groan. "Well, when are you guys going to learn that these literary works offer you virtual reality? And from that, you can fashion wisdom. The bird's parting observation hits squarely on the paradox of freedom. 'A cage is not escape, but need.' What does that mean? Troy?" He looked stunned. "Okay, buddy," I thought, "here is your opportunity to dazzle Susan. Seize it!" She looked at him, smiling encouragement. Yeah, he was looking at her too. They were going to have a moment. I smiled inwardly. Troy paused for about 15 seconds. I swear I detected a little gulp. Then he looked at me. "You can only feel free within boundaries of some kind. Without those boundaries, there is nothing to be free about." Susan shot him a smile that nearly wilted him, but it brought his dimples out, wilting me. "Give us an illustration from your own experience, Troy," I requested. Another pause. "I feel most free when I'm playing basketball. School work, family stuff, worries fall away when I'm out on the court. But I'm not really free. I have rules I have to play by. "EXACTLY," I enthused, hopping a little. "You have it. Now let's bring this principle a little closer to home. You all are dreaming about graduating and getting out on your own where you will be free to do anything you want. Guess what. When you are free to do almost anything you want, you quickly discover that it loses its allure, that you don't want to do it so much anymore. When you get out in the real world, you also learn, if you have any prospects at all, that you are going to spend a lot of time working and honoring responsibilities. And the more you move into what our society regards as 'having arrived,' the more you will work and the more responsibilities you will honor. But you can actually be free within those structures as long as they are not too confining and do not stifle you. As long as you don't lose yourself in them." "Have you ever lost yourself?" asked Greg. "Look at this haggard brow and care-worn visage. I'm offering my life on the Altar of Education for you guys, and I'm paying big time for it." BIG groan from the class. I heard it punctuated with a "Yeah, right" out there somewhere in the room. Paul persisted: "What can you be liberated from when you are married?" "Depends on who you are," I said. "Always wondering who you're going to be with," responded LaRonda, rolling her eyes. "Always having to rely on your friends for somewhere to go, someway to get there, something to do," added Angela Walker. "Wow," I thought, "we've actually gotten Angela to volunteer an answer. What is happening today?" "Liberated from the crowd so that you can focus on just one special person," contributed Wendy Fielding. "Hey, men. Where are you? All the good answers are coming from the women," I taunted. "Liberated from always having to go hunting for it," popped off Jeremy Wilder. The class roared, checking out my reaction. I allowed a little smile and staged a look of mild forbearance. "Jeremy--always the romantic," I said. "Now ladies, you know what you are going to get when you take this man on as date material." I whirled back at Jeremy: "I know what you're thinking, Jeremy, and don't you dare say it." The class laughed with glee, for they knew Jeremy. "Isn't marriage just about sex?" Jeremy came back-with a gleam in his eye. "Well, what would the prospects be for a marriage based only on sex?" I asked. LaKeisha, not to be outdone, jumped in: "I have the perfect example from MY experience. I love sports. I love the excitement filling an entire evening. I love seeing the man I'm with all stirred up over a game. I love seeing men's bodies on the team struggling to win. But when I dated Monroe, all he cared about was sports, not me. Even after a game, it's all he wanted to talk about. He didn't care if I couldn't go with him or not. He went with friends. Sports, sports, sports. That's all it was with him. I very quickly became bored with sports and bored with Monroe. One evening, this guy was sitting on the bleacher across the aisle," she dropped her voice, a gleam in her eye. "When I went to the restroom, he was waiting for me when I came out. He introduced him self as Roland Jackson. We talked a long time. That loser Monroe didn't even miss me. So when Roland, my man now, called me up for a date, I dropped Monroe. Roland and I go to games, but he enjoys being with me as much as the game. And we still talk about other things. I'm not bored by sports at all now that I with Roland. It may be a little hard to imagine, nothing but sex could be like Monroe with his nothing but sports- boring!" "Ou-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u. I wouldn't want to wear sex out. It's so much fun!" said Jeremy, clowning again. "Now that LaKeisha has answered Jeremy's question, consider some other kinds of liberation that might attend marriage. Liberation from having to make all the decisions and bear all the responsibility alone. Liberation from always having to be in control. [I know I blushed.] Liberation from holidays alone, from being odd man out, the third wheel, the extra chair at the table at a dinner party. That's only a beginning of the list." I blushed again, realizing that I was disclosing more bout myself than was wise. "So did you practice all this stuff when you were married?" queried LaRonda. "No. And it's not stuff. It's wisdom." "Will you marry again?" asked Wendy Fielding. "Not in this lifetime." "Why? Don't you believe in marriage?" asked Tony Francini. "Tony's engaged enough to ask a question?" I thought. I was surprised but delighted. "I believe in it for the people who have prepared for it and can make it work, Tony." "In my church, we believe it is a sacrament," explained Rosalie Rodriguez. "Do you agree?" Sweet Rosalie. Always quiet unless I called on her. I could tell by the earnest look on her face that both this question and its answer were important to her. "Some people make their marriages a sacrament, Rosalie. If other people have no such intention, then their marriages will not be sacramental. This answer may not square with the theology of your church, but it's what I have observed. It seems to me that a lot of people marry for the wrong reasons. Societal, family, and peer pressures make them decide to marry. The natural process would be to allow the possibility of marriage to arise from satisfactory interaction with another person." "It's bad to marry as a response to pressure?" asked Jarod Paine. "Marrying as a response to pressures of the kind I identified is rather like our Presidential elections the last two decades. Much of the electorate was voting AGAINST a candidate, not voting FOR a candidate. A negative vote like that rarely produces a satisfactory situation for anyone, certainly not a fulfilling one. Marrying just to escape pressures is not the same as choosing to marry another. The former is negative; the latter is positive." "Are you sorry you aren't married?" asked Troy Morgan, surprising me a little with his question. "After the divorce, I was sorry. Later I was not." "My parents fight a lot," stated Jeremy. "I think they shouldn't be married anymore. They certainly don't act like they love each other at all." I wasn't going to comment on parents' marriages, so I said simply, "I'm sorry to hear that, Jeremy." "Are you and your ex still friends?" LaRonda was not going to rest until she had this information under her control. "We aren't unfriendly, but we really haven't been in contact for a very long time." LaRonda: "Does she live here?" "No, we're blessed by the fact that we are states away from each other." "Gosh, I'm feeling down," Paul moaned. "If you can't make it work, how can I?" "Because you have goals and because you realize that the person who interests you has similar goals, will be a good partner in the achievement of their goals. Moreover, you both may be lucky enough to recognize strengths in that other person on which you can draw. And your reasons for considering marriage are not superficial or frivolous. Good relationships don't just happen. You have to create and then maintain them. I say again, I am not representative of the benefits and joys of marriage. Take Mrs. Howser's class." "We can learn all we need to know about marriage in Mrs. Howser's class?" asked Troy Morgan. "No, it's only a beginning, the start of a journey toward some kind of potentially wonderful fulfillment. It will provide the information you need to set proper expectations, to learn what dangers to avoid, to make you aware of the power of some skills," I responded. "If you understand all of this, aren't you depriving someone of a good husband?" challenged Wendy. "No." "I think you are," Beth reinforced Wendy. "Folks, my lesson plan says nothing about a discussion of Evan Halsey's suitability for marriage." "Is having children a good reason to marry?" asked Rosalie. Goodness, I was observing more reaction from her today than I had all semester. "No, not if that is the only reason a couple is considering marriage. Children neither make nor save a marriage. The marriage should be relatively sound to begin with before a couple thinks about children. The marriage has to serve as a foundation to support the children as they grow and develop. If a couple hasn't established that foundation, they let everybody involved with them in for a lot of stress. And the children end up paying a major price [I suddenly thought of Jeremy's comment but avoided looking at him for fear of marking him in front of the class]. Deciding to parent is a whopping challenge. You little critters consume vast amounts of energy, space, resources, money, and pizza." "Speaking of pizza," observed Jeremy, "I'm starved." "It's only 9:20 in the morning!" I exclaimed. "Which reminds me-marriage has nothing to do with adjusting syntax to strengthen prose voice." I grinned, thinking to myself, "Well, not in any terms that we could discuss in the classroom." "So let's move to today's lesson, please." For once, the class didn't groan upon being reminded that we had work to do. Instead, they seemed rather more reflective. Unusual. Wonder what that betokened. Maybe they were thinking. The morning's classes marched on to noon. I sat alone in my classroom, having my usual lunch, fruit and juice and then coffee while reading poetry. By habit, I avoided the cafeteria and the faculty lunchroom. I left my classroom briefly for a visit to the bathroom. When I returned, a now-familiar envelope lay on top of my grade book. "When did that get there?" I asked myself. The note inside read "Tonight. Same as last time: your house, no porch light, no locked door, be ready." Whoa! The last visit had been jarring. I wouldn't say that I never wanted that visit to have happened, but I wasn't certain that I wanted to go through a repeat of it. "Yeah, like you're going to scotch the visit," I was challenged by that interior voice. "Well," I thought, "at least one thing is normal again-that smart-ass voice is back." ......... I had prepared the stage as usual. I was sitting in the dim light in the living room, wearing only a pair of running shorts. Again, a footfall on the front porch. The doorknob turned and the door swung open more slowly than last time. A shorter figure, again wearing a ski mask cut off just above the nose entered the foyer, looking around. Little Kenny alone? "Wonder why?" I thought. When he spotted me he walked over, stopping about five feet away. Without much preamble, he launched in, "Hi, Mr. Halsey. Are you disappointed?" The question surprised me. "No. Why would you think that?" "The Lion is not with me. I know he turns you on. You turn him on too, but in a different way. He said you came down more the last time he visited you than he expected. He's worried about you. He thinks I can build you up a little. But he'll be back with me next time. Wanted me to be certain you knew that." There were several threads of thought, not to mention a couple of potential puns, that I wanted to follow in Kenny's remarks, but he moved on. "I want to sketch you this time." He slowly walked around the living room, turning on a few more lights. "I like this room, the colors, the furniture," he said. I want to sketch you in here." "Okay." I wondered, with some disappointment, if he was only going to sketch me. "Take off your shorts," he said, as he dropped his backpack on the floor and began removing his clothes. I watched closely as he unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down his lightly sculpted legs. He slid his sneakers off, then his socks, dropping them on the sneakers. Nice small, slim feet for his height. He dropped his jacket and pulled his tee shirt carefully over his head so as not to dislodge his mask. There were those shoulders, just the right width for his body. Those lightly defined pecs. The hair peeking out from his pits. He slid his briefs down his legs, revealing his cock going half hard, set amidst a bush that I wanted to nuzzle into. I slid my shorts down my legs. He walked over, took my hand and led me to one of the wing chairs. "This will be great," he remarked. "This upholstery cloth looks like the paper inside the cover of an ancient book. Great colors. Sit diagonally across the chair with your head in the corner of that wing. Put that leg up over the arm of the chair. Let your other leg stretch in front of you. Uh-m-m-m. I want your dick only half hard. Can you keep it that way?" "He must be crazy," I thought. "Here I am in front of a sweet, attractive, sexy, adorable guy and he wants me to keep my cock semi-erect." "I'd sooner be able to cross the Gobi Desert with only a Dixie cup of water!" I exclaimed. He actually giggled. "You mean I turn you on that much?" "Oh yes, little one, and you can't even see the fires raging inside. Why would you think otherwise?" "You seem so strong, so . . . separate, like you don't need anybody or anything. Sometimes it seems that nothing could turn you on, especially not a student like me." I had to have looked surprised because I was. "What do you mean a student like you?" I asked as he arranged me a little more and then walked over to his backpack, pulling out a sketch pad and a box of pencils, his sweet, curvy ass capturing my attention. Then he walked over to a side chair and pulled it to where he had been standing. He sat, opened the pad, and began sketching quickly. He bent over his pad, looking up only to check the scene. "I'm not interesting, haven't done anything big like you and the Lion. I'm not popular like Troy Morgan or funny like Jeremy Wilder. It takes something like that to turn someone else on." "Allow me to straighten some crooked thinking here, little one. You are correct: at your point in life, it's less about what you have done because you have had neither time nor opportunity to do much. But it is entirely about the kind of person you are. You are an extremely desirable man. Not just because you are attractive-yeah, sexy too." I caught the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. "You are genuine too. Remember in the movie "Poltergeist," where the medium describes the lost souls drawing near Carol Ann because they are attracted to the light of her life-force?" He thought a moment. "Yes." "Why are they attracted to her, touching her, wanting to keep her with them?" "Because she's alive, her light is warm, it pushes back the darkness and cold of their trapped state." "Your authenticity, Little One, is like Carol Ann's light. It makes you extremely attractive, especially in a world where SO many young people are trying to discover who they really are that no one seems to be anyone yet, a world of illusions, a world where everyone is becoming but no one is. Of course, if they are wise, they are creating who they want to be. Whatever the Lion has accomplished, you know how attracted to you he is." He chuckled. "Yeah, he is." "Troy and I have discussed popularity. Even he knows that it isn't enough, that it doesn't automatically bring what one may want. And popularity may not be very important to someone else to whom he is attracted. As for Jeremy, I am afraid his humor is meant to cover up difficulties in his life. Probably pain too, but I try not to think about it much because it hurts to think of him in pain like that, and there's nothing I can do to relieve it. Except in class where our joking may build him up a little bit, if not in his own eyes then in the eyes of his classmates." "Troy must have been talking about Susan," the Little One observed. "We all hope they become a solid couple. If they don't, something isn't right." He looked at me under his brows: "Susan's a really exciting woman. Everyone thinks they are lucky to be in your section with her. And we all tell our friends during lunch about Jeremy's taking you on in class. Sometimes, students in other classes ask what you two locked horns about that day. They know they are going to get a good laugh. But I hadn't thought about how his clowning might cover up unhappiness." "Maybe you would see it if you sketched him sometime. And if you gave him the sketch, not only would he know that someone really cared about him, but it might open the door to his talking to you about his life. I have a feeling that just talking to you would be a gift for Jeremy. For all his clowning, I don't see him in the company of friends. Whenever I see him, he's alone in a crowd." Little One thought about that for a while, still sketching away. "Remember in the exercise room when you said that someday my sketches would capture the inner realities of my subjects?" "Yes." "If I sketched Jeremy, that could happen? My sketch could liberate him as marriage liberates some people?" "Yes." "It's happening already but not with Jeremy. Sometimes when I'm alone, I sketch people from memory. Not just Ro . . . the Lion, but people from school. When I sketch you, I see things." "I don't think I'm going to like this," I thought. "Oh, Mr. Halsey," he said as he arose and walked over to me. "You are supposed to keep this half hard," whereupon he grabbed my cock and slowly pumped it while squeezing it. Then he reached up and gently removed my glasses. "Sorry. I guess I was caught up in the discussion." He turned, walking back to his pad and continuing his sketch. He had begun using colored pencils, obviously shading in areas of the sketch. "You aren't happy are you?" "I'd rather talk about you." Pause. "Don't you respect me?" I was taken aback. "Yes, but I don't know why you asked me that." "If you respect me, you won't dodge my question. You'll treat our discussion of you with the same degree of respect and purpose as our discussion of me." I chuckled ruefully. "And you think you aren't strong." "I didn't say I wasn't strong, just not strong like you and the Lion." "You are inaccurate in your self-perception, Little One. You are every bit as strong; it just doesn't manifest itself the same way for any one of us." He leaned back, holding the pad out, studying it. Then he arose and came over to show the sketch to me. It was remarkable, an amazing balance of my plainer figure set off with the colors and pattern of the wing chair, but he had muted those colors. He had my head looking rather intently out of the frame at someone or something. The angles of my limbs contrasted cleverly with the pattern in the chair upholstery. The square of my shoulders offset the rectangularity of the wing chair. He had caught the bundles of muscles in my legs and the curves of my deltoids and the flat planes of my chest. My legs were cocked apart in lewd suggestiveness, my cock was half hard. He had captured the hair in my crotch perfectly. "That must be difficult," I thought, "to give substance to what was not very substantial." My balls were just slightly emerging from shadow. "Little One, this sketch is marvelous." "I'm glad you like it. Now we're going to do the next one. It's going to be hot! Where's your bedroom?" I started to rise, but he put a hand on my shoulder firmly pushing me back down. "Just tell me. You wait here." Following my directions, he returned in a couple of minutes with a fistful of my ties. "Sit over here on the sofa." He took the different colored pillows on the sofa and piled them into a corner formed by the back and the arm of the sofa. "Sit here," he pointed at the cushion right by the pillows. Now lie back into the corner of the sofa on the pillows, but let your upper body slant into the corner." I did as he commanded. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and suddenly jerked my body down a little lower. "Wow," I thought, "he's stronger than I expected." He sorted through the ties, picking one that harmonized with the sofa upholstery and pillow coverings. Grabbing my wrists together and pulling them over my head, he bound my hands with the tie. "Leave your hands up like that." Then he bent down, grabbing my ankles to pull my legs out straight, crossing my ankle over the other, binding them with another tie. "Keep you legs separated at the knees so that they bow out from your waist and then come back together at your ankles. But no angles, just a smooth bow." I did as he asked. Then he fell to his knees and began to lick up my inner thighs. I gasped because it was so unexpected. But it felt great too. He gave my inner thighs small love bites. I couldn't help it: my back arched and I gasped in a breath. He looked up and smiled, then started nibbling on my nipples. I groaned my pleasure. He was certainly working the wrong way if he wanted my cock half hard, for it was boned up stiff. A glance told me his was as well. He began licking my balls, occasionally looking up at the tip of my cock. Finally he exclaimed, "Oh, good, here it comes." I could see precum oozing out of my piss slit and slowly running down the shaft of my seven inches. He quickly moved back to the pad and began sketching. "So you're not happy, are you, Evan. Ha-ha. Thought I forgot, didn't you?" "An Aristotelian scholar I read says that we Americans confuse happiness and contentedness," I began. "No," he said. "No dodges into philosophy, Evan. Respect me: answer my question." "What a little dominator," I mused. "I have my moments." He stopped sketching and stared at me. Silence. No movement. Seconds passed. "Oh," I thought, "he's doing an Evan." "Okay, damn it," I exclaimed. "Most of the time I'm not happy." Again, just a slight turning up of the corners of his mouth. "That cute little stud thinks he's controlling me. Well, maybe he is. Maybe it's time," crossed my mind. "But I've been happy in the pride." He set the pad aside, arose, and walked over to me. He leaned in and gently placed his lips on mine. Then he captured my bottom lip lightly between his lips, slowly pulling out only a little, then moving back in. How erotic! He began stroking my pecs, my sides, my stomach as he kissed me, gently sliding his tongue into my mouth. Back down to run his fingernails up my inner thighs, over my balls, but he was careful not to touch my cock. Another exclamation: "Oh good, here comes some more." He gently took my cock and pushed it toward my side as precum rolled slowly down in a different channel from the first. Satisfied, he moved quickly back to his pad and began sketching. Only a couple of minutes passed when he again put the pad down and knelt beside me. He placed his fingertips lightly around my nipples, every so gently running them in rings around my nipples. "That feels so hot, your nipples against the skin of my fingertips. It's giving me goose bumps," he admitted. Again he kissed me softly. Then he licked my ears, down my neck, across my shoulders. He caught my ear lobes gently between his teeth, tugging on them. He moved to my knees, nibbling all around them. "Wow! I never knew that could feel so good, I thought. My dick stiffened even more. All the while he had been tickling my balls. Again, precum was oozing out of my slit. Kenny held my cock to the other side so the precum slid down in a third channel. He hustled back to his pad, sketching quickly. He snatched up the colored pencils and began using them on the sketch. I was glad the conversation had ended. He worked silently for ten minutes. Then he arose and brought the sketch to me. How wanton he had made me look, a man bound hand and foot who was still inviting love with his body. The ties brought color accents to the shadows in the sketch and drew attention to my bound state. The hair in my pits fuzzed up. What was startling was the realism of the three streams of precum running down my seven-inch cock, looking like topping running down a scoop of ice cream. Somehow, they gleamed, were alive. "I wonder how he did that." Even the hair on my legs was drawn to complement the curve he had insisted on for the arrangement of my legs. I was staring boldly out of the picture at the viewers. "I wish I looked that bold in real life," I thought. "Now, for the last sketch," he announced. "Come with me." He led me into the bedroom. He pulled the bedroom door into the bedroom, tying one of my hands with a tie to the doorknob. He did the same with one of the double doors on the closet, pulling the door open into the bedroom and tying my other hand to that doorknob so that I stood between the doors. He pushed the doors wider apart. Standing behind me, he kicked my feet wide apart. He turned on all the lights and then walked out of the room, returning with a belt in his hand. He walked up behind me, gently pushing his nude body against mine, slowly standing on the tip of his toes and then slowly lowering himself, making his body rub against mine. My nipples hardened as did my cock. He nuzzled and then kissed the back of my neck. He stuck his finger in my mouth. "Get it good and wet," he warned. That was followed by love bites on the back of my neck and across my shoulders and down my shoulder blades as he slid that finger against my hole, teasing it. Then he pushed his finger into me, slowly pulling it in and out. He stepped back, and then the belt landed on my back: SWAP! He hit hard. The pain radiated out from the mark he must have left on my back. Seven more stripes from the belt followed. "Why?" I gently asked. "Want me to stop?" "No. Just tell me what you are thinking and feeling," I answered. "I've been feeling myself grow stronger, but I haven't acted on it. Now I am. When I lash you, I prove my strength. But I'm giving you what you want. You want proof that I care for you. I'm giving you that. If I told you what I feel, you wouldn't believe my words. But each strike of the belt tells you that you are so important, so valuable to me, that I want to put my mark on you, Evan, physically and emotionally. You want me to exert my strength over you, right?" "Yes." SWAP! You can't doubt the blows-the force I put behind them, my drive to dominate you. We are both too intense in our ideals to regard the chemistry between us as gamesmanship, phoniness, pretend play. "Yes." SWAP! "You are assisting in the birth of this strength, this power in me," the Little One explained. "Yes." SWAP! "But you are being born as well." "Yes." SWAP! The blows were moving from my upper back down to my ass and legs. The pain from the blows was growing, accumulating, especially in the area of my ass. For some reason, it seemed to gravitate to my hole, perhaps because my ass was still feeling Little One's finger fucking me even though he had pulled it out some minutes ago. My hole was beginning to burn. "Has anyone ever loved Evan Halsey in this way?" "No." SWAP! "I love the Lion," Little One boasted. "Yes." SWAP! "I love you, Evan! "Yes [fainter]." SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! "Yes!" I shouted. SWAP! I was having some difficulty keeping my balance, standing up. I heard the belt fall. I felt the touch of his lips on my back, my ass cheeks, my legs. Little One moaned: "The heat from the beating is entering my lips. He stood and gently eased his body into mine. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," he moaned, "the heat is entering my chest, nips, stomach, cock, balls, legs. Oh, Evan, I've never felt anything like this! Your heat is warming me, Evan. I've painted you with my love." "Yes." Kiss. Now I want to sketch you from the back. Can you stand long enough for me to do that? I'll hurry. Then I'm going to claim what is mine. Your ass, Evan." "Oh, yes," my answer flowed out of my mouth. He moved back to sit in a chair to sketch me. I retreated into the pain, the heat of the beating, and his words, which seemed to lift me off the carpet. I don't think my cock has ever been this hard. I relived the lashing. I knew I was dripping more precum. I lost track of the time, but once again he was standing behind me, gently holding my arms with his hands. He had eased his dick up against my hole. "I think we both know that this moment together is a pinnacle in our relationship." "Yes [gasped]!" He jammed his hard dick, lubricated only by his precum, up my ass. The pain radiated out, connecting with the heat on my back, ass, legs. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h- h-h yes." As he gently fucked, he spoke to me: "You have taught me well, Evan. You are not my creator. The Lion is not my creator. I am my creator. But you two are the catalysts that allow me to bring out the best in myself." I was humbled by the power of his intellect n this moment of his vision. I thought that he was actually stronger in some ways than the Lion! What beauty-self-transformation! Whoever ended up as the object of this man's love would be blessed a hundredfold. I had brought myself to this point where it took a man's lashing me to convince me of the truth of his esteem, his love. With every painful plunge, Little One kissed me gently but passionately. Velvet glove, hell! Velvet bullwhip! Little One began chanting, "Love me, Evan." SLAP, came his hand down on my ass cheek. "Believe in me, Evan." Kiss. "Be happy, Evan." Kiss "Join with me, Evan" He reached around me and began slowly jerking me, but his hand was squeezing my cock hard. He pushed his fat cock as far into my ass as he could, then started delivering little jabbing thrusts deeper in me. "Man! I could feel the incipient orgasm grab my cock, balls, and hole. My back arched and I moaned. I had never felt anything so powerful. Suddenly he seemed to rise into me, almost become one with me. I could feel the warmth of his come deep within me. Suddenly I shouted and loosed a jet of cum. As my ass muscles clamped down on his cock, he fired again. Back and forth we shot. Finally, I sagged, and he held me up with one arm as he loosened the ties binding me to the doorknobs. He helped me to the bed. "You will see the sketch later, Evan. The marks on your body are as beautiful as the ties. But the Lion, you, and I will enjoy them together. I will not soothe these marks, Evan, for I want you to feel them for as long as possible. They are not pain; they are not shame; they are love, Evan. I want you to feel my love for you as I feel yours for me every day. I love you, Evan." He kissed me gently. "I love you, Little One. I am yours." "Sleep now," he whispered as he gently lay a sheet and blanket over me. "I'll let myself out. You sleep now." Another gentle, lingering kiss. I shivered with joy. (To be continued.)

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Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2002 16:02:45 -0800 (PST) From: Evan Bradely Subject: Chapter 28 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EvanBradley33@Yahoo.com Chapter 28 Claimings and Combats I lay happily enclosed in Ron's arms. Following dinner at Francini's, we'd made passionate love, after which he announced that he was claiming me. He wasn't kidding. I reciprocated, claiming him, for while I liked his domination, I wasn't giving up my standing entirely. Tim's reading of my independent streak was accurate. Ron and I were basking in the afterglow when I heard a key being inserted in the lock of the front door. I'd started to roll away from Ron to grab for my clothes, but he held me back. As the front door swung open, I was struggling to break out of his arm lock around my chest. Any other time, the closeness and his possessive grasp would have been welcome, but I was in panic/flight mode. Kenny walked jauntily in the door, looking back over his shoulder and laughing at Jeremy behind him. Kenny's head swung around as he started to enter the living room. The second he spied us naked on the sunroom carpet, his mouth fell open, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Jeremy barged in the door, colliding with Kenny, sliding an arm around his waist to keep from bowling him over. When his eyes followed Kenny's gaze, he saw us. He laughed out loud. "Hey, guys, somebody got lucky. I guess a powerful mood hit, ya, huh? I hope it was good," Jeremy teased as he shut and locked the door. "Come on in," Ron invited. "We've been mating." I heard Jeremy snicker. I looked over my shoulder at Ron, seeing a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye, telling me he was about to launch an agenda. I wondered if it had anything to do with that impression I'd picked up on our way to dinner at Francini's - the intimation being that Ron was toying with me because he knew something I couldn't possibly imagine. Jeremy started walking over to us, pulling a dazed Kenny with him. When they reached the sunroom door, they stopped. Kenny had managed to close his mouth, but he was still goggle-eyed. "Uh . . . Jeremy and Kenny," I said, blushing, "meet Ron Hamilton . . . a friend. He assumed Tim Minor's position in the Science Department." "Dad," Jeremy, grinned, "you're really serious about celebrating National Friendship Week. And you didn't clue me in," he said impishly. "If I'd known this, we wouldn't have had time for a mediocre movie tonight." "Word has it that you two and a couple of your friends have all the clues you need about celebrating friendships," I retorted, instantly regretting what I'd said. I was thinking of Susan's news about Troy, Cody, Jeremy, and Kenny having had a group grope, yet I had no grounds for saying anything at all. I frowned, realizing that I could turn away from my insecurities, acting as though they weren't there, but they were. They had just now made their presence known, catching me with my guard down. As long as I ignored this issue of Troy and the guys, it would crop up unexpectedly. As a matter of fact, I hadn't even figured out what the issue was, but my feelings told me one existed. And if I inadvertently mouthed off because of it, I would be left feeling small - as I did now. Even Ron was looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised in question. I was going to have to find some quiet time to think through this matter. My popping off to Jeremy made his eyes narrow as he scrutinized my face. Kenny glanced over his shoulder once at Jeremy as though seeking a clue about how to deal with my challenge. They were wondering how I found out about the four-way romp. Cleverly side-stepping the awkward moment, Jeremy took his arm from Kenny's waist, stepping down into the sunroom and reaching to shake Ron's outstretched hand. "Welcome, Ron. If we can help you settle in, let us know." Kenny followed Jeremy in offering his hand, albeit tentatively. "Hi, Ron." Nothing was said for a moment. "You want to help me settle in? Then strip," Ron ordered. A grin exploded across Jeremy's face. He immediately peeled out of his jacket and shucked off his pullover, revealing those sexy quarter-size chocolate nipples. He unfastened the buckle of his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, allowing them to fall down his long, runner's legs. He stepped out of them a little clumsily, and then quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, using his foot to push them over by his discarded clothes. Kenny had removed nothing. Ron looked at him. "Cub, I said 'strip.'" Jeremy came over and pulled Kenny's jacket off. Only at that point did Kenny seem to regain command of his senses enough to assist Jeremy. They both pulled Kenny's clothes off him in seconds, but not without Kenny's brow wrinkling nor without his studying Jeremy intently. I glanced at Ron. He caught Kenny's wariness, winking at me. Good - he'd be careful with Kenny. Jeremy lowered his jockeys, allowing his erect seven inches to swing out and up. He reached down, grabbing his hairy ball sack, stretching it out so that it hung low. Kenny pulled off his jockeys less quickly. Jeremy reached over, caressing his lover's fat five-inch dick and pulling on it, smiling reassurance at Kenny. Ron grabbed Jeremy's wrist, pulling him down and behind Ron. A breathy "Oh" escaped Jeremy's mouth. During the maneuver, Ron let go of me and rolled over to face Jeremy. He pushed Jeremy flat with a paw placed in the middle of his chest. They smiled at each other. Then Ron leaned down and began vigorous swipes with his tongue over skin and muscles, starting with Jeremy's left pelvic bone and ending just under his left rib cage. Jeremy gasped, for he felt the raspy part of Ron's tongue set those muscles trembling. In short order, the bundles would be issuing micro trembles. Ron moved in swipes across Jeremy's stomach to his other side. Jeremy's hands clasped Ron's shoulders so hard that his fingers were turning white, leaving Ron's skin around Jeremy's fingers white too. At the same time, Jeremy began making a humming noise. I reached up, pulling Kenny down in front of me so that I was spooning him as we watched Ron ministering to Jeremy. At this point, Ron was painting Jeremy's pubic forest, cock, and balls with his tongue, leaving him moaning, his eyes shut. Ron reached up and twisted Jeremy's nipples, eliciting a yelp. While we were watching Ron and Jeremy, I began gently circling Kenny's nipples with my fingertips. Then I'd trail them lightly down his stomach and onto his cock and balls. Back up onto his stomach as though I were stroking the strings on a guitar. I felt that warm, poochy ass push back hard into my cock, which was coming to life again. I loved the feeling of his warm ass cheeks enfolding, then squeezing my cock. I kissed the side of his face, feeling his top hand move over to grip and then stroke my hairy, muscular thigh. But Kenny wasn't looking at me. He was watching Ron and then Jeremy and then Ron as though he'd never seen one male make love to another. I whispered in his ear, "Study Ron with that magic vision you use when sketching someone. Look inside him." I could feel Kenny's body signal a subtle shift. He was using his artistic faculty to view Ron from a different perspective. In one sense, Kenny's body relaxed. In another, his body became poised, waiting. "Everything okay?" I whispered to Kenny. "Okay," he turned toward me, whispering. "Ron's strong. He wants us, but he wants us to belong to him so he can take care of us. He wants to belong to us too. In some ways, he's like Robert." Ron moved down to swipe his tongue up Jeremy's inner thighs, pausing occasionally to administer a little nip with his teeth. Jeremy could no longer contain the pleasure he was feeling: his body was rolling back and forth as though preparing to flee, but I knew flight was the furthest intention Jeremy might be entertaining. Then Ron was back on Jeremy's cock and balls, gently nipping his scrotal skin, pulling it out with little shakes of his head from side to side. Or he'd gently squeeze Jeremy's cock head between his molars - all while growling. Jeremy probably felt as though he were being eaten alive. Kenny, only a spectator, was trembling with excitement. His cock shot out a little dollop of precum, which I lightly massaged onto the head. Suddenly, Jeremy reared up, trying to push Ron over. I assumed that he wanted to take the lead by making love to Ron too. Ron would have none of it. They grappled - with one seeming to gain the upper hand and then the other, but I could see that, whereas Jeremy was working hard, Ron was just toying with him. Finally, Ron exerted his superior strength, grabbing Jeremy's arms and pushing them to the carpet. Jeremy still struggled, but he was no match for Ron. Ron managed to get his mouth on Jeremy's, delivering a blistering kiss. It slowly overwhelmed Jeremy's limbs as his struggles diminished. He emitted a brief whimper. Ron broke the kiss and returned to his ambush of Jeremy. Jeremy didn't resist when Ron pushed his legs back and continued those swipes up Jeremy's crack onto his pucker, occasionally pausing to nip one or the other of Jeremy's cheeks. A chorus of moans, little yelps, and breathy sighs from Jeremy punctuated the proceedings. Ron wet two of his fingers and worked them into Jeremy's shapely ass, raising the volume of his chorus. While plunging his fingers in and out of Jeremy, Ron moved back to Jeremy's cock and balls, speeding up the swipes with his tongue. Once in a while, he would cap Jeremy's cock with his mouth. Then he would remove his fingers from Jeremy's chute and drill that powerful tongue into Jeremy. Then he was back on Jeremy's cock and balls. I knew he was swirling his tongue around that cap and sucking hard. With his balls already pulled up tight against his cock, Jeremy's chorus grew in volume. Suddenly, his butt shot off the floor as a long streamer of cum erupted from his cock, shooting over his chest and splashing his chin. I heard a sympathetic whimper from Kenny as Jeremy climaxed. Kenny's cock shot another little dollop of precum, which I tasted. It was hot and sweet. I scooped what I could on my finger and held it to Kenny's mouth. He looked back at me and then licked his own precum off my finger. Jeremy continued to shoot, gasping for breath, and Ron kept licking away. When Jeremy dropped back to the floor, Ron moved over him. "I claim you, Jeremy," Ron announced solemnly, throwing his big arms around him and kissing him passionately. When the kiss was over, Jeremy slowly raised his head. "You can claim me again if you want to," he joked weakly. Ron smiled while rolling over and looking at Kenny, who shrank back against me. Gently, Ron grasped Kenny, pulling him over to him. "Your turn, Cub," Ron muttered. Then he started licking Kenny's side, immediately drawing a long moan from Kenny. He duplicated the patterns of his love-making with Jeremy while the latter looked on, smiling. Then Jeremy reached out and began caressing Ron's muscular ass. I joined him. Soon we were running our fingertips over his shoulders, back, ass, and legs. We knew he liked it because he started growling again. Jeremy caught my glance, then looked down at Ron's ass, indicating that I had first call in attacking it. So I scooted over, giving Ron some of his own medicine, licking in long, vigorous swipes up his cheeks and into his crack. His hot male scent initially made my breath shorten, turning me on. When Kenny looked over at Jeremy, the latter's smile signaled approval. Then Ron thrust two spit-slick fingers into Kenny, who began bucking his cute ass in response, all prompted by pleasure. Then Ron was back on Kenny's five-inch dick, easily deep-throating it. Perhaps because he had watched Ron and Jeremy having sex while I had been caressing his body, in no time at all Kenny was blasting away, moaning loudly. With the end of Kenny's orgasm, Ron intoned, "I claim you, Kenny." Ron rose over him, clasping him in his beefy arms and kissing him hard. But he wanted to take special care with Kenny, so he finally broke the kiss, looking into Kenny's eyes. "Okay, Cub?" he asked gently. Kenny smiled and rose up, initiating another kiss with Ron. Then Ron flopped back to the floor, rolling over to me. He looked into my eyes. "You okay?" he inquired. I knew he was asking about his taking the lead with Jeremy and Kenny by making love to them. Like Kenny, I leaned up and kissed him, making certain he knew that I too was following his lead. I loved the smells of Jeremy and Kenny mingling with Ron's. Jeremy had moved over to Kenny, embracing and then kissing him. Eventually, we all looked at each other, taking in the scene. Ron pointed to himself: "Leo major," he announced, using the proper Latin pronunciation. Then he pointed at Jeremy: "Leo minor." Then he pointed to Kenny and me: "Catuli [cubs]." H-m-m-m. I'd have to find out how he became acquainted with Latin. "You mean the Pride's back," Kenny asked eagerly. "It's back," Ron answered. "Great! I've seen one only once," Jeremy said, looking at Kenny and me, tacitly reminding us that he'd watched Robert fuck us in the exercise room by the gym at school, where Jeremy had taken refuge the night of the second ambush. "I've always wanted to be in one." "How did you know?" I asked Ron. He looked at me several seconds, then at Jeremy and Kenny. I knew he was pondering how to answer the question. If his answer was so important that it required such lengthy consideration, he was going to say something that wouldn't sit well with at least one of us. "Tim." Now I was the one surprised. At least that mystery was solved: Ron had been behaving archly because he knew about the Pride, and he intended to re-establish it with himself as the lead Lion. "How did Tim know? I never told him. I can't think . . . anyone else did," I caught myself before mentioning any names. Ron frowned briefly, then looked at Kenny. "Tim and your former boyfriend had started getting together." I saw Kenny jerk, then tears begin to twinkle in his eyes. 'Oh, no,' I thought. 'I had hoped that Kenny was over Robert.' Maybe I wasn't allowing enough credit for how deeply Kenny had felt about him or, more likely, how hurt he had been by Robert's dumping him. Come to think of it, Robert was probably not only Kenny's first disappointment in love but also his very first love experience. But now he'd learned that, before dumping him for Lisa Wemberley, Robert had been attracted to Tim. Jeremy pulled Kenny tighter against him, whispering something reassuring in his ear, then turning him and kissing him. Ron put his hand on Kenny's thigh. "You're with a beautiful man now, Kenny. A stronger man. A Lion. You've lost nothing. You're better off. Let him love and protect you as you deserve." Jeremy's eyes shone with pride as he looked at Kenny. He glanced over at me, sharing that same pride. I put my hand on Ron's shoulder. "You never said anything this evening," I remarked as noncommittally as possible. I didn't want him to think me angry or judgmental, for I wasn't feeling that way. "I wanted us to be more established before I said anything. Then you could trust me." "Did the Pride have anything to do with your deciding to move here and assume Tim's former position?" I asked. Jeremy and Kenny were watching us closely, listening carefully, for they'd never seen Ron and me interacting intimately. Their presence didn't leave me feeling uncomfortable at all. Given my feelings for Jeremy and Kenny and what had just transpired, and the ease with which I asked my question of Ron, I realized that we were indeed a Pride. It wasn't exactly like Robert, Kenny and me, but the overall sense of belonging was there. Together, we constituted something larger than our individual selves. I even sensed from Ron's ritualistic claiming of each of us a movement toward mythic dynamics that marked the former Pride. Ron answered, "I wasn't making anything up when I told you that I came here for you, Evan. After all Tim's talk about you and answers to my questions about you, I was fairly certain you'd allow me into your life, allow me to claim you as mine. I even suspected that you would turn the tables to claim me just to demonstrate that you possessed an independent spirit. The very idea turned me on. I'm proud to have conquered you and proud to belong to you." He leaned over and kissed me gently but warmly. Nothing could compare to the feeling of that big, warm body touching me from top to bottom. When Ron broke the kiss, he looked over at Jeremy and Kenny, who needed no encouragement to reveal their love for each other. "Why don't we all sleep here together? Tomorrow will come soon enough, but we can still enjoy the night as brothers of the Pride." "Great idea," Jeremy enthused. Jeremy and I went to the linen closet and our bedrooms to grab pillows and blankets. When we returned to the sunroom, we spread blankets for us to lie on. I dropped on one side of Ron, and Kenny took the other with Jeremy spooning him. We moved together so that we were touching. We pulled the blankets over us. After his strenuous claimings, Ron was soon asleep. I lay there, taking in his wonderful smell, pondering the return of the Pride, wondering where it would move under Ron and Jeremy's direction. The next morning, a Saturday, Jeremy arose early without disturbing us to go to work. We all awoke later in the morning. I fixed breakfast. Ron used the occasion to visit with Kenny, drawing him out. Kenny was charmed by all the attention. At Ron's request, Kenny promised he'd do a sketch of Ron sometime. When he left, he hugged Ron tightly, thanking him for claiming him and recreating the Pride. Ron couldn't stay much longer because some serviceman was coming to his apartment to do some work. * * * On Monday morning, as I walked from my car to the north door of the school, I gained a vantage on the front doors on the eastern side and its parking lot. Jim Marbury hopped out of his car and loped around to the passenger side where I could see a shadow. He opened the door, allowing Melanie Simpson to step out! I stopped my forward progress, squinting so as to see more closely. As Jim shut the door, he grabbed Melanie's book bag, slinging it over his shoulder and then took her hand as they gazed soulfully into each other's eyes, strolling to the east doors. I guess Melanie had not given up her fixation on jocks after all. Blast! That had to mean Byron Okata had been literally muscled out. I wondered if he knew. Byron would have no coping skills to deal with this turn of events. I knew he'd be crushed. Like Kenny was with Robert, I was certain Melanie was Byron's first brush with romance. And Byron was the kind of guy who would quietly and shyly give her his all because he believed that what he had long desired was now his. It was just that simple in his world. Melanie was quite attractive and just the right height for him, an issue that seemed, like age, to be so important to students. As a result, his demeanor around Melanie in the school foyer a few days previous had been worshipful. I'd have to watch Byron closely. See if I could help. But he was so reserved around me. Maybe Troy or Cody could sound Byron out, lend him a shoulder to deal with his disappointment and coach him in dealing with his hurt. Maybe Susan knew someone else to point towards Byron. I knew without a doubt that Byron would pull way back into a shell and not venture out for a good long time, so we'd have to intervene to keep him moving along. "Someone's going to be hurt," I heard behind my shoulder. I looked back to discover Cody standing there, watching the scene along with me. He placed a hand on my shoulder. "I think you move on cat's feet," I teased. I didn't hear you walk up here at all." "You never catch your prey if you make a lot of noise," he smiled, squeezing my shoulder, pushing tingles down my spine. After Ron's reconstitution of the Pride, Cody's reference to prey resounded for me, sparking a shadow of an idea that never fully formed even though I tried to grab it. 'There's no way he could know,' I thought. "Cody, could Troy, the guys and you take Byron under your collective wing, making certain he joins you for some activity? You're prophetic: he's going to hurt badly. I think just being with you guys could help him a lot. How about it?" "Yeah, I'll talk to Troy. Of course, you'll talk to Susan," he remarked, smiling. Did he know Susan and me that well? Of course he did. We'd all been together, close. He and Troy were fairly constantly in Susan's company during the school day, evenings, and weekends. "Here's an idea," he added. "Why don't you ask Jeremy and Kenny to take Byron to our basketball game tomorrow night. Then they can go out with Susan, Troy and me after the game." "Great idea," I smiled, reaching over and squeezing the muscles in his upper left arm. "I'm going to the game too." His smile faded. "I'll warn Coach. At least one backboard will probably shatter after Evan Halsey walks in the door. Will this be the first game you've ever attended?" "No!" I exclaimed with exasperation. "Why in the world would you think something like that? I'm not that stand-offish." He snorted, "Oh yeah, you are." Then his eyes narrowed. "You're going with someone." It was a statement, not a question. He was sharp, quick! I'd have to remember that. "Well, Ron Hamilton and I are going to the game. Ron's new, you know. I'm kind of helping him integrate in a new school and city." "Yeah, I heard about your dinner Friday night. I'll bet it was a hot time in the old town that night." His eyes gleamed mischievously. That shadowy idea flickered on my mental screen and then was gone. That meant that Tony must have said something. Or maybe Jeremy. But Cody just couldn't know anything else. The members of the Pride had an unspoken pact about our privacy. My inner voice challenged tartly, "Didn't keep Robert from spilling details to Tim." I thought briefly about it. Robert's lapse was probably due to Tim's considerable power during sex. I was all too familiar with that power. A flash of revelation helped me understand that the power of Tim's presence during sex and his partner's reaction to it would always lead him to think he was drawing closer to someone. He would not realize that such private information almost demanded more intimacy, which would ultimately push Tim away. I wondered to what extent Tim's being involved sexually with Alan, Robert and me at the same time might have encouraged him to seek a job miles away. "Those are only the guys you know about," that inner voice observed. "There may well have been others." Again, I had a deeper understanding of the clashing forces inside Tim and in his relationships. Cody pushed my shoulder to start us walking toward the north doors. "I'm glad you and Ron are becoming friends, Evan. I haven't felt good about your being alone since Tim left." He put an arm around my waist, pulling my hip against his. "Besides, I'm at my best when I have competition." He threw his head back in a laugh. Now what did that mean? * * * I was grading essays in the study that night when the phone rang. "Hello." "Hey, Cub, are we still on for the basketball game tomorrow night? "Hi Ron. I'm looking forward to it. It'll probably be the high point of the week. Sheesh! What is it saying about a week when one reaches its high point on Tuesday? It's downhill from there on." "That remark overlooks plans I might have," he observed archly. "Oh," I answered, expressing some skepticism. "Bring on the plans." I heard a light chuckle at the other end of the line. "So how are your classes going?" I asked. "Fine. I'm really enjoying getting to know my students. It'll take me a while to get my lab up to the level I had in my last school. I'll have to sweet talk Mary Ellen Branson for more budget to accomplish that." "Sweet talk? If memory serves, your love-making is more forceful," I teased, cackling at my jab. "I'll get you for that!" he responded. "Why don't I come by for you around 6:30? I have an errand I have to take care of after classes, or I would pick you up earlier. We can grab something fast for dinner. We'll catch the last of the junior varsity game and then be there in good time for the varsity match. I'm really getting to know and like Troy and Cody, so I'm eager to see them on the court." "Okay. Am I ever going to see your digs, by the way?" "Yeah, when I get stuff unpacked, put away, new shelves built for books, and all that. I'll bring you back here some weekend, lock you into my lair, and keep you a prisoner of love the entire weekend." I couldn't help it - I gulped. He heard it, laughing. "You were so ripe for me to come along, Evan" he taunted. "It's a wonder you didn't fall at my feet, slobbering to get into my pants." "I beg your pardon," I took offense. He laughed with gusto. "I'm not the one who moved half way across the state just to be with another guy. Your remark is just wishful thinking." "A feisty rejoinder," he retorted. "I like it. Promises a good wrestling match. I'll be the winner, of course. Don't worry, I'll toy with you so that you can think that you really bring some strength to the match." An image of his toying with Jeremy when they wrestled in the sunroom Friday night filled my mental screen. My dick began to harden. I was glad Ron couldn't see the lascivious grin that was spreading across my face. But I wasn't caving. This man was going to work for it! "You obviously are unacquainted with my hidden reserves and wiles. So I'll have to plan some demonstration just to set you straight. Prepare to be humbled, you hulking brute!" His laugh was loud and long. When it died, silence ensued for a bit. Then softly, "I want it, Evan. Bring on your best. Show me your stuff!" Another silence followed, but I knew our minds were full of impressions, feelings, images, hopes. "Tomorrow night at 6:30. I can't wait." "Nor can I." There was a click at the other end of the line. I put the receiver back in its cradle, looking at the phone and smiling about the great feelings that phone call had engendered. 'I hope this lasts,' I whispered. * * * Ron's car shot in the driveway a little before 6:30, but I was waiting. I stepped out on the porch, locked the door, and scooted to his car. Since I was already out the door before the car stopped, Ron didn't shut the engine off or move from behind the wheel of the car. I bounced into the front passenger's seat, catching a smile from him. He backed out and we were on our way. To save time, we decided to stop by a cafeteria known for it's good food. Once we'd filled our trays, paid for our meals, and chosen a table, we set about eating without conversing much, but our silence was companionable - for me anyway. I'd already detected that Ron could be quiet at times, but there was nothing threatening or ominous in those periods. It was just Ron. I'd never seen him nervous about anything, so he didn't need to fill silences with talk. When Ron parked the car at school and we walked to the gym, he put his arm around me. But just before we reached the door, he lowered his hand to pinch my ass, prompting an exclamation from me. He laughed. He'd fired the first shot in our competition. I wasn't exactly certain what the goal of the competition was, but I knew it would lead us to discover facets of each other that might have taken longer to come to light. As he was looking around the lobby, nodding occasionally to what I assumed must be students of his, I pulled some money out of my wallet and stepped ahead of him to the ticket window. When I turned around, I handed him his ticket with my eyebrows arched and a challenging, smart- ass smile. I'd beaten him. The serve was back in his court. Of course, I'd rather have pinched one of the hard globes of his ass, but that would have been derivative after his pre-emptory strike. I could do better than be a mere copycat. As we made our way through milling students and groups of people moving to the gym doors, I uttered a quiet exclamation. We were heading toward Miles Forbisher and Jim Belton. Even from the back, they looked good together, Miles was taller than Jim, bigger frame. But Jim was wearing jeans that hugged a sculpted ass and thighs. Wow! Those coveralls he wore at school hid some treasures! I liked the way his shoulders tapered to a thin waist. Miles had bulk, but Jim was svelte. How could Jim's wife give that body up? I moved in behind them, squeezing an elbow of each. They turned, Miles smiling when he saw me. Jim didn't smile, but his eyes grew warmer. The crewneck pullover he wore didn't disguise nicely squared but not overly developed pecs. He caught me checking him out. After we exchanged greetings and shook hands, I introduced them to Ron. While I was explaining who Ron was and how he came to be at the school, they were really looking him over. Miles would study Ron, then me, then Ron. Jim just stared at Ron; then he stared at me. Oh yeah, just by looking they knew about Ron and me. But my smile and eyes told them that I knew about them too. Ron picked up on all the dynamics, leaving him with a smug grin. "Unless you fellas have other plans," Ron remarked, "let's sit together during the game, get to know each other. As a newcomer, I can use all the information three guys can supply. "Great," Jim replied, leaving me surprised. It just wasn't like Jim to take the initiative in a social situation, but he certainly did so on this occasion. I wondered if it owed to his growing closer to Miles. Or it could be that Jim thought Ron might become a buddy since Jim could see him every day at school even if Ron was in another part of the building. We moved into the gym, settling on a bleacher some distance down from the student section and about five rows above the floor. I let the big guys move ahead while I brought up the rear. Ron would be sitting next to Jim and close to Miles so that they would have a better chance to get acquainted. We piled our coats next to me. We hadn't been sitting long when LaRonda and Clifton and LaKeisha and Roland came strolling by to take seats in the student section. The minute LaRonda spotted me and Ron, her eyes riveted on us, vacuuming in key details while her mind started asking questions. Clifton, LaKeisha, and Roland called out greetings and waved, but they weren't monitoring us the way LaRonda was. I knew it wouldn't be the last time this night that she would study us. She smiled sweetly, greeting both Ron and me by name. "Who's that?" Ron asked. "How does she know my name? She's not a student of mine." "LaRonda Hughes, an investigative journalist in the making and a student in my Junior English section," I replied. He looked at me with an eyebrow cocked. "Knows everything that's going on, and if she doesn't, she finds out?" he intuited. "You've got it," I said. "But she's a good friend too. She's not one who really trades in information just to use it for her own ends. She's possesses a loving heart. As you can see, she's also blessed with an allure that attracts men," I explained with a smile. All I got as a reaction from him was that cocked eyebrow. Shortly after our arrival, the junior varsity game ended with a win for us. I noticed the victory pumped up the student section, for the noise from there grew a little louder. I wondered where Jeremy and Kenny were. Surely down there in the student section. I hoped Byron Okata was in their company. I had managed this morning before Jeremy dashed off to school to share Cody's idea for including Byron with the guys after the game. I knew Jeremy could bring it off. While the varsity team was warming up, Miles and Ron visited back and forth across Jim, but I was delighted when Jim began conversing with them as Ron asked questions about the players. In fact, at one point, Jim dominated the conversation with information about the various players from our school and the opposing team and the coaches. Miles and Ron listened attentively. I was amazed: Jim was a collector of stats about players and teams. He obviously followed our school sports closely. I hoped I'd get to know more about other dimensions that Jim kept hidden. While the three conversed, our school jocks were warming up at the goal right in front of us. I studied Troy and Cody closely. I was astonished that since I'd seen him yesterday morning, Cody had lost the pageboy hairstyle in favor of a cut just like Jeremy's. But Cody would have been hot and hunky if his head were shaved. I wondered if Jeremy had contributed anything to the change. Then I wondered if it meant that Jeremy and Cody were growing closer. I hoped so. I suddenly perceived several key similarities shared by Jim Belton and Cody - both were markedly quiet, shielding their qualities from easy view. Just the opposite of Troy and Jeremy. Cody spotted me looking him over. He smiled archly, giving me a little wave as the ball was shooting toward his hands, then catching it easily as though it had been created to rest in his hands. How deft! He'd smoothly coordinated his eyes and hands engaged in two disparate tasks. I suddenly realized that he had that svelte look that I had associated with Tim and Jim Belton. He was good to look at. I wished the style in sports gear would change so that those baggy trunks that reached to the knees of basketball players would change to the shorter, tighter trunks of a couple of decades previous. Those earlier trunks clung to the players' shapes instead of hiding them. When jams became the style in professional basketball, the popularity of the sport started declining. I knew there were other factors causing this shift, but veiling the form of the player had something to do with it too. After all, the ancient Greek athletes always competed nude, spawning the Olympic games. I remembered LaKeisha's glowing description in class of why she liked basketball - watching the men's bodies, watching them battle on the floor. Very Greek. I realized that Troy was looking right at me and Ron - more than once. He'd speak to a teammate, take a shot, rebound, then look at us. Then the pattern would repeat. I waved at him after one rebound while he was looking at us, but he didn't react. Maybe he didn't see me. I repeated the behavior two more times, but he just stared. Oh no. I'd been through this before with him - that time after I'd declared in class that I'd never marry again, and then he'd told Susan that he couldn't understand why I'd be so resolved about that matter. Susan had coached him into realizing that I was gay, prompting a homophobic response from Troy. But he couldn't be behaving this way after all that had happened between us, then with Cody, then with Jeremy and Kenny. The thought of having to work through anything like that again left me feeling down. I quit looking at Troy. I noted that Cody had seen what had been going on between us. I glanced at Ron, who was looking at me too. I hadn't done anything wrong! Why were these guys staring at me? I squirmed. I looked over at the main doors, where I saw Susan standing with her coterie, but she had caught on to what was going on too, for she was staring at me while talking to the Jill Pennington, who was standing next to her. She gave me a little wave - at least I think I was meant to be the recipient of the wave. I gave a little wave back. The buzzer sounded, calling the teams back to their coaches to prepare for the match to begin. Ron was visiting with Miles and Jim Belton, who was sharing information about the referees officiating at this particular game. I smiled quietly. Jim really loved following the team. He was a storehouse of details on every facet of the sport. I bet he knew just as much about our football, track, and the women's teams. >From the beginning tip-off, the first half of the game was absorbing. Not only were the teams closely matched in skills, but they jockeyed back and forth in the lead. I enjoyed studying Troy and Cody. One could see how attuned they were to each other. If they looked more alike, one might have thought them twins, so linked were they in their play. One always knew where the other intended to move next, to pass the ball, to fake a pass or drive, shoot, or rebound. Whether offense or defense, they were a dynamic duo. And they favored each other, setting the other up to make points, capture a rebound, occasionally steal the ball. They had to love playing together this way. I'd be so excited, knowing that I could play in sync with another player. It would mean that our minds and more were in sync too. No wonder Troy and Cody were sex buddies and considered themselves brothers. Among the other players, Jim Marbury was good, but he wasn't linked to any other player as were Troy and Cody. In fact, Jim seemed a little the lone wolf on the court. Bill Waller and Pat Danton and the other players on the team happily followed Troy and Cody's lead, forming a team with them. Even I could see that if Jim were not a good shooter, he might not be a starter, for something was lacking between him and the other players. No animosity or anything like that, but no affinity either. During the first half, Miles, Jim and Ron had chatted up a storm. I sat happily listening to them, watching the plays, observing the players, especially Troy and Cody. By half time, the lead had changed hands so many times that the crowd was keyed up, anxious for a trend to develop. Miles, Jim, and Ron were still deep in conversation, so I wandered off in search of a cup of coffee. Once in possession of that wondrous brew, I was leaning back against a wall, watching people. Susan tried to separate from her group several times - to come visit with me, I thought, but each time she was pulled back by one person or another. Tony and Angela, who were in another group, waved, as did I. Kate Williams waved at me while chatting with some parents, several of whom looked my way to see who had caught Kate's eye. "Ev-a-a-a-n!" Ah-oh, I knew that voice. I turned to my left: "Hi LaRonda." I held out my hand to Clifton. "Hi Clifton." "Hey, Evan. How ya' doin?" "Fine." "Mighty fine, I'd say," LaRonda commented, arching her eyebrows. "I'll admit it - you had me fooled. I thought you were a ladies man. But I realized by the look on Ron's face and yours that you're a man's man." I blushed, glancing quickly at Clifton. "Baby, look what you've done. You're making Evan uncomfortable saying this stuff." "No need to go being embarrassed, Evan. Clifton and I haven't changed our feelings about you or Ron any more than we did with Jeremy and Kenny. You know we love them just as we love you. I was just so happy to see you and Ron together. I heard about Mr. Belton's divorce, but he looked just as happy as you with that other man. Who is he anyway?" Ah, I was learning the reason for our chat. I shot a look at Clifton, who snickered. I tried not to allow my growing smile to erupt, but I couldn't control it. I laughed right out loud, causing others nearby to look our way. I felt better that Clifton joined me in hilarity. The corners of LaRonda's mouth turned down, highlighted by an exasperated look that said "Men!" When I recovered, I replied, "The other man is Miles Forbisher, who is also my attorney. He's handling Jeremy's adoption." I watched LaRonda's mind working out all the permutations faster than a Pentium III. "You all looked like a nice little circle of friends. I'm glad they're there for you, Evan. You've needed someone for you. And they're lucky to have you," she said as she put her arm in Clifton's and began walking away. "Be seein' ya," she said. "So long, Evan," echoed Clifton, winking at me. Ron, Miles and Jim wandered over to the concession area. I had finished my coffee, so I visited the men's room and returned to our seats. I'd no more than taken my seat when the buzzer sounded, calling the teams back to the floor. To my relief, Jeremy, Kenny, and Byron strolled by, heading back toward the student section, with the former two waving at me while Byron offered me a small smile. Good, at least Byron could manage a smile. It represented a warming in his orientation to me. Miles, Jim, and Ron made it to their seats just before the tip- off. The third quarter played much as the first half, but it was as though motion had been speeded up by half that again of the first half. The ball was moving down the court constantly. The players were working hard; they began to gleam with sweat. The score teeter-tottered as it had in the first half because the teams were fairly evenly matched. In the face of the usual strategy, our Coach Hernandez began to substitute a little to give the key players a rest so that they would have kick for the end of the game. By the end of the third quarter, the gym roared with the chatter of excited fans. When the fourth quarter began, it was as though a dam had burst. I never saw a quarter run so pell-mell in the direction of the final buzzer. Watching the plays and jocks' movements was almost as difficult as watching the puck in a wild hockey match. The game moved so fast that turnovers and fouls were frequent. Troy, Cody, and Jim were fairly constantly making shots or driving in for a lay- up. Rebounds were crucial. This was a whale of a game! There really wasn't time to visit, and we fans were frequently brought to our feet by the excitement of the play. In the last minute of play, our school was down one point when the other team began a stall. Our side called a timeout. After huddling with Coach, our men took the floor, settling into the slower pace of the stall. The fans were restless. Some were yelling that our side should foul in an attempt to capture the ball, but our players held steady. I guessed that Coach decided this team was just too good at the foul line to adopt that conventional ploy for trying to regain control of the ball. Man! What a game! The fans were all standing, their voices a roar. In the last five seconds, Cody flashed in between two players, stealing the ball and dribbling down the court. I marveled at how fast the opposing team moved down the floor to set up a defense. Cody was not going to be able to manage a lay-up even though he had started his drive toward the basket. But just as he hit the side of the circle with three defenders closing in on him, he jumped and shot the ball off to Troy, who was in the far corner of the court with no defenders around. He took the ball nimbly and rose off the floor for a three- pointer. A hush fell over the crowd as it watched the ball rise in a beautiful arc. So cleanly did it pass through the net that one heard only the barest of whispers made by the ball passing through the cotton strings. Pandemonium broke loose. Moans and groans from the losing team. Shouts and acclamations from our side. I felt a muscular arm reach around me and pull me into Ron's side. Coaches and fans spilled out onto the floor. They mobbed Troy, slapping him on the back and congratulating other players. With some difficulty, the team lifted Troy on their shoulders and began to give him a victory walk. I frowned. Cody was standing on the baseline under the basket, watching the proceedings, looking at Troy, who wasn't even noticing him. Ron leaned down, telling me that he had to go shake some hands. He leapt down to the floor, moving off toward the team. I was glad to see that he made a beeline for Cody, clasping his hand and shaking it, then giving him a hug, which Cody returned. I noticed that Cody started to step out of the hug at what would be considered the proper moment, starting to drop his arms from around Ron, but Ron held him tightly. So Cody raised his arms and hugged back. Then Ron pulled back smiling and speaking to Cody. Smiling in return, Cody responded. Then Ron turned and headed toward Coach Hernandez. He grabbed his hand, shaking it and clapping Dave Hernandez on the back while speaking to him. Then he headed for Troy. Cody stood there a bit longer, then turned and headed for the locker room with his head down. I moved down to the floor and followed him. When I reached the locker room doors, Cody wasn't in sight. I walked inside, immediately feeling the damp atmosphere, punctuated with pockets of various smells throughout the big space, recalling my days in locker rooms. I wandered around the rows of lockers. As I rounded the end of one row, I saw him sitting on a bench between the lockers, elbows on knees, head in his hands. He was so sweaty that his hair was plastered to his head. He'd worked hard for that victory. He was not just physically exhausted, but he was disappointed too. I walked over, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Cody, congratulations! That was a great winning play. Thank you for using your skill to put us over the top." He sat up, turning toward me. I reached down, grasping his sweaty hand and shaking it. "I'm proud to know you for many reasons, but I'm especially proud to have seen the warrior side of you tonight." A grin slowly spread across his face. He stood, throwing his arms around me and pulling me to him. He hugged me tightly. I reciprocated, loving his smell. "Thanks, Evan. You don't know how much your coming to find me means to me." We just stood like that for nearly a minute. Finally, a couple of third- stringers opened the outer door, so Cody stepped back. I cocked my head to one side. "Are you okay? Do you need me to get anything for you?" He gave me a small smile. "I'm okay. I better shower. Jeremy and Kenny have Byron with them, and we're taking him out with us for what will become a little victory celebration." "Cody, I really appreciate you guys helping Byron like that. You're a real champion in more ways than one this evening. Maybe I'll see you at school tomorrow." We waved good-bye to each other. When I returned to the gym floor, I saw Miles and Jim walking out into the lobby. Ron was standing, waiting to talk to Troy, who was surrounded by a throng, watching him being interviewed by local TV sports reporters. I frowned - Cody's contribution had been eclipsed. I spotted Susan standing at the side of the mob; she wasn't smiling either. I knew she was feeling just what I was - Cody should be there with Troy, so why wasn't Troy taking his usual leadership posture by seeing that Cody was standing right there beside him. Weren't they brothers, after all? I walked around the court and out the way Miles and Jim had gone, deciding to wait for Ron in the lobby. Miles and Jim were nowhere in sight, so I wandered around the lobby, looking at the trophy cases, musing what hollow and fickle mistresses Fate and Victory are. Something wasn't right with Troy. Allowing the focus to fall exclusively on him just wasn't his style. At any other time, he'd have grabbed Cody and kept him at his side, seeing that he received his due, seeing to it that reporters included Cody in Troy's interviews. I knew I wasn't off the mark as I stood back, looking through the gym doors, studying my point of reference - Susan was still standing apart, frowning. I sensed that she hadn't talked to Troy, and he hadn't acknowledged her presence. Not customary for Troy. All this boded ill. I stepped outside into the bracing winter air, breathing deeply. It was colder than when we'd arrived at the game. Finally, Ron came out. "Let's go get some coffee. Shall we go to a restaurant or your place?" "As late as it is and with school tomorrow, let's go to my place. Save some time." As we drove to my home, he exclaimed, "Hey, I enjoyed this evening. Miles and Jim are great guys." "I heard more come out of Jim Belton's mouth tonight than in all the years that I've taught at the school. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I didn't know Jim was such a fan of our school's sports. It was nice to discover that. I'm not certain why he was so voluble tonight, but he wouldn't have been that way if he hadn't felt comfortable around Miles and you." "So are Miles and Jim a couple?" "I don't know. They've just discovered each other. Jim is divorcing, so he asked me for the name of an attorney. He was worried about losing his farm in the settlement. I referred him to Miles, who is my attorney. Jim wasted no time in calling and setting up an appointment. Then Jim invited Miles out to his farm this last Saturday. Looks to me like they connected as more than just attorney-client." "My impression too. We should all go out together some evening." Nothing was said for a block or two. Then Ron asked me to fill him in on Miles and then Jim, so I did. By the time I'd finished, we were driving in my driveway. "Where's Jeremy?" he asked as we settled in the family room after I started the coffeemaker. "Out with the guys for an after-game celebration. Melanie Simpson dumped Byron Okata for Jim Marbury, so they were going to include Byron with them to try to support him." "Jim Marbury, the basketball player?" "The same. By the way, did you get to speak to Troy?" "Nah, he was still tied up with those sports reporters. But I waved at him, and he gave me the high sign that he knew what I wanted to say. I'll catch him in class tomorrow. Are you and Troy close?" Ron asked. "We have been." "Have you two been to bed together?" I looked over at him, trying to discern the intent of that question. "A couple of times." "Cody with Troy?" "Many times. They consider themselves brothers." "With you?" "Cody? A couple of times. Each time they initiated it. Well, the first time with Troy, he and Susan decided it needed to happen." "There's a story there. Will I ever get to hear it?" "If you roar loudly enough," I smiled, as did he. Or maybe that weekend when you lock me into your love lair." I arose to bring back our coffee. After I'd settled on the sofa with him, Ron asked, "So what do you think was going on with Troy tonight when you were waving at him but he was snubbing you?" "Oh . . . I didn't think you caught that. I don't know. I thought it was something having to do only with me, but Troy's behavior after the winning basket makes me think it's something else." "What behavior is that?" I looked at him disbelievingly. "He wouldn't have made that winning shot if Cody hadn't stolen the ball, moved it down the court, and passed it off to Troy. Yet Troy not only was given but also accepted all the credit. That's not the Troy Morgan I've observed this year. The new Troy Morgan would have rushed over to Cody and hugged him to share the victory and to acknowledge Cody's part in it. Even Cody was surprised that Troy failed to behave in his usual manner." "Troy was immediately mobbed by fans." "He would have gone after Cody and brought him back and told the reporters that he wouldn't do any interviews unless Cody was included. And if the reporters ignored Cody, Troy would have brought him into the interview. The real Troy would have signaled Susan that her reaction to his shot was important to him and that he wanted to share his victory with her. Didn't happen." "But isn't this just the breaks of the game. It's whoever has the ball last who gets the credit?" "In a world of knuckleheads, it may work that way. But that doesn't make it right." "Ouch. I've been wounded," he exclaimed as he held his arms over his stomach and flopped over into my lap as though he had been gut-punched. "And what you just described is what can reduce the productivity of a team. Troy's behavior was not team oriented. He didn't win that ballgame. The entire team did. I noticed you congratulated Coach Henderson. He didn't touch that ball last night, and he certainly was not playing on the court. But I'll bet you congratulated him for winning the game." "Yeah, but he's the coach. He chose the strategies that guided the team." "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You said whoever touched the ball last got the credit for winning the game. Coach never touched the ball. You're condemned out of your own mouth. And why? Because the principle by which you were arguing is unsound and sloppy. Hence, it tripped you up." I smiled largely. I heard a growl. He grabbed me around the waist, arose nimbly, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me off to my bedroom. I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. The man was ruthless, punishing me into pleasure and torturing me into bliss. * * * It wasn't until Wednesday night when Jeremy returned home after work that he and I crossed paths. I was in the sunroom reading a mystery and enjoying a glass of wine. Jeremy came in, took the wine goblet from my hand and set it down. Then he pushed me flat on the sofa and flopped on top of me. I emitted an "Umph-ph-ph-ph. He popped off, "Pay-back time for all the times you've jumped on me." He hugged me before delivering a soulful kiss. I reciprocated. "Hey," I started. "Are you responsible for Cody's new hairstyle?" "Yeah. He asked me who cut my hair, so I told him about Rafe and gave him Rafe's phone number. Don't you like it?" "Yes. Like you, Cody looks great with it." Nothing was said for about 15 seconds. "Why are you mad at me?" he asked quietly. "It's got something to with my getting it on with my lover and brothers." "I'm not mad at you." "You've been putting out negative vibes since Susan told you about us." "How do you know Susan told me anything?" "Troy asked her when I told Troy what you said Friday night." "Why'd you tell Troy anything at all?" "He's my brother, Dad," he answered in a slightly impatient voice. "What's causing those negative vibes? What're you feeling?" I paused before answering. "I'm feeling that . . . ." My voice just ran out as I tried to identify what me feelings were. I just hadn't had time to analyze the matter. "You started to answer me, then you backed off." "I'm confused." "What about?" "Several things, I guess. Maybe I can start by asking why Troy is "off-line" with me?" "Is he?" "I waved at him three times while he was warming up before the game last night. He was staring right at me, but he wouldn't acknowledge me. Cody waved back, but not Troy." "Ya want me to beat him up for ya?" he joked. I looked away, frowning. He finally explained, "I haven't really talked to Troy lately, not even at the movie Friday night. And I didn't see him after the ball game last night." "I thought Cody was there with you guys." "He was." "But Troy wasn't?" "No." "I wonder where he was. I thought you all went out together after a game." "We usually do. But he didn't show. Susan didn't either. Maybe they needed some time together." "Do you think Troy was angry with Susan for telling me about you guys." "Troy angry with Susan? I can't imagine it. Besides, you know Susan - Troy could be as angry as he wanted but she wouldn't budge from her position. Let's see - do we know anyone else who's that stubborn who also occupies Susan's wave length? I don't know-w-w-w-w-w." I swatted his ass. "Ou-u-u-u-u. Spanking. Kinky. Do it again." "Would you cut that out?" "Do you want me to find out what's going on with Troy in relation to you?" "No." "Why not? "I'm a big boy. I'll take care of it. Silence ensued for a bit as we felt our breathing synchronize. "Are you put out that I referred to Troy and Cody as my brothers?" "Of course not. I know how important and exciting that kind of relationship could be for you. I'm happy you found a couple of guys who are open to it. They're special guys. How could I be unhappy that you found them and they you?" "But something about it upset you." I chewed on my lip. "I really haven't had time to analyze it or to set my subconscious to work on it." I thought some. "I know this much: I felt left out, left behind." I paused a moment. "Before you came to live here, late at night on the weekends, I'd think about all the guys who were making love right then. I didn't want to think about them, but I couldn't help it because I was so lonely. I felt that I was losing out, that they had something I'd never have. Time was running on. Then Tim came along, so I told myself I'd never feel that way again. When he dumped me, those feelings came back even worse. I don't know why that happens." "What?" "Something bad happens. Then you think you've transcended it; then it comes back. But in the return, it's worse in degree than it was the first time." We were silent. "I guess embarrassment, shame, or guilt amplify that feeling," I added. "Why those feelings?" "Because deep down we think we did something wrong; that got us back in that fix again." "You didn't do anything wrong with Tim." "I know. I'll have to think more about it." More silence. "But Ron had shown up by the time we four guys got together for sex. So you had reasons to be feeling good." "I wouldn't allow myself to believe that what happened Friday night would ever transpire. But the more important point is that I feel deep love for you four guys, so I felt those old disappointments and fears more strongly. There was no way I could persuade myself that I hadn't been shut out." "Now that you know how Ron feels about you, do you still feel that way?" "I'm ashamed to say that I do. Makes me sound like a dirty old man because I was cut out of some hot sex." A mischievous grin seized his face. "I could comment extensively on your comment about being a dirty old man, but in the interest of dealing with this issue, I'll let it pass. Just remember that you got off easy this time. How do you know it was hot sex?" I gave him a withering look. "Please!" I studied him, tussling with my feelings for those four guys. He embraced me. "Come on, Dad. You aren't even going to let me get a rise out of you?" I pulled him tighter against me. "I don't have any easy answers for you, Dad. I don't know what to say. But I hope you know if I could chase away your fears, I'd do it. You are special to each of us. We weren't shutting you out. We've all had sex with you. We all liked it. We've talked about that. Shutting you out just wouldn't happen. We all love you. I guess you just have to trust us on that." I said nothing, evoking a slight frown from him, which he immediately checked. "Dad, why did Ron make me a lion but you a cub?" I thought for a bit. "Perhaps the correct way to put it is that Ron didn't make us anything. He was recognizing qualities in us and announcing what those qualities made us - rather as Kenny does when he draws someone. He looks deep within and then sketches what he sees. He's not putting anything in the sketch that isn't already inside the person. That's what Ron was doing. And in naming us, he acknowledged what we are for each other." More thought. "Each role is the most comfortable place for that individual. It's the spiritual place where we are who we are. It's not a position; it's a space where we get to be purely who we are. I'm delighted that you are a Lion. You are strong, and you are growing in wisdom. You have a big, strong heart. As for Kenny and me, we want to be dominated by men, not stupidly or cruelly. We just want to belong to a good man - men like you and Ron - Lions! Ron knows that about us." He was studying me, mulling my words, so I continued. "Society says you are locked in one position or the other. If you are seen to hesitate or be doubtful, you are thought weak. But in our Pride, it's not about who's on top or who's on the bottom, a power issue," I explained; "it's the dynamic of the need to receive, which is equal the need to provide. Most people waste so much energy having to separate the needing and the providing, having been taught that we must separate the two. Ron showed you that you can be comfortable in both roles. "Ron sees something in me that is like something in him?" "Yes." "Would he think Troy is a Lion?" "I would assume so. You and Troy are much alike." He grinned devilishly: "Is Ron going to be my second dad?" I smiled before answering: "I guess that's up to him and you. Is that what you want?" "I'd like it. When he made love to me - conquered me, actually, I felt myself become part of him, and he became part of me. I can't explain it, but it was real. Kenny told me he felt it too." "Ron and you will have to discuss your question together at some point, for it's not only central to your own identities but to your relationship. You may want to plan to do that soon." "Do you want to be there?" "It really needs to be just you and Ron. No Kenny. No Evan. Just you two. It will set the foundation on which you two will build a relationship. I believe it will also greatly influence the power of the Pride." "If I'm so wise, why couldn't I give you any answers this evening about your fears." "Hard questions about deep matters do not admit to easy, quick answers that are at all genuine. A wise man acknowledges that as you did just now. Wise men aren't wise because they have all the answers. They'll probably tell you that they have none, but they may nudge you in the direction of an appropriate answer. They'll never have all the answers. They first have to understand the questions. Everything else flows from that point. Wise men are good at identifying, understanding and articulating the questions at the proper time in the proper place." A devilish grin filled Jeremy's face. "What if Ron and I have sex again when we're alone?" "It won't bother me - as long as it's good sex," I said. "As your father, I forbid you to have any bad sex." He dug his fingers into my ribs, making me squirm and laugh. We lay in companionable silence, with Jeremy resting on top of me. His head jerked once. "Dad, I've got to sleep. I'm bushed." After we arose, Jeremy walked me to my bedroom, pausing to kiss me sweetly. It wasn't just a filial kiss. It communicated more. The kiss of a young Lion perhaps. (To be continued.) Hey Readers, The ideas about roles in the Pride were ably contributed by the Cub. More time was required to complete this chapter than I wished. On-the- job travel every week, both in the state and to the coast, major deadlines at work, the creation of five new workshops almost simultaneously, securing and being broken in by a new computer (MAJOR headache), and income tax (groan) overwhelmed my muse. I'll try to do better, but I have some heavy periods of travel ahead, not just in my home state but in other states and to the other coast as well. Don't give up. I'm not. I could hardly finish this chapter for jumping into the next to add scenes and dialogue that my subconscious was delivering, so a good start on that chapter already exists. Evan

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Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 09:46:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Evan Bradley <EBradley33@excite.com> Subject: Ambush, Chapter 6 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, depart. Though not always observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EBradley33@Excite.com Chapter 6 In Bondage to the Velvet Glove I was bouncing my butt around in the seat of my Saturn as I drove to school, mirroring a rippling rhythm from the Women's Chorus at the beginning of Verdi's "Otello." "Boy, Evan," I thought to myself, "you certainly are getting caught up in these happy rhythms." I was also remembering Robert's long cock up my ass from the last ambush a few nights previous. My ass was still happy. I drove into the school's northern parking lot, halting my car in an area where no cars were sitting. I alighted, opening the back door as I pulled out my attache, placing the strap over my shoulder. As I reached down for my little lunch bag, I saw Troy Morgan shoot into the lot. He started to turn right until he saw me. Quickly reversing his direction, he shot into the space beside my car. By that time I was locking the back door and preparing to walk to the school. Troy hopped out, hailing me: "Hey, Mr. Halsey, nice day." "Yes, it is." "You have a minute? I'd like to talk to you," he said as he ambled over, his muscular thighs jiggling slightly in his jeans. It was a good thing I couldn't see his ass. I'd probably melt on the spot. He leaned against the back of my car, flashing those dimples at me in the midst of a heart-stopping smile. His nipples made such sexy distortions in the surface of his tight tee shirt that I had to look away, for my breathing rate was increasing. "Yeah, you want to talk as we walk to the building?" I asked as I started toward the building. The smile left his face. "If you don't mind, could we talk here? If we go inside, I know someone will butt in to talk to you." A little smile played across my face; he was being politic-it was far more probable that one of his many friends would butt in to talk to him, for he was a popular jock. But he didn't want to seem conceited, so he shifted the likelihood to me. The man had sensibilities and a quick mind. I chalked up a couple of marks for him. "Okay. Shoot." "I guess you know that ever since you put Susan and me in a group in class, we clicked." "Yeah, I noticed. I liked what I saw." "You did?" My head cocked about ten degrees to the side as it does when I hear something I'm not expecting. "Why would you think I wouldn't like it?" "Wel-l-l-l," he said, "Susan and you have this special relationship. We all saw it in class the other day when you were acting strange. She came up later and put her hand on yours. Stuff like that makes me think you see me as horning in." "Damnation," I thought. "I suppose they've all had a chat about that day." "Well, Evan, what do you expect," said that interior voice. You were acting outside your normal patterns." I thought, "It's more likely, Troy Morgan, that you perceived me as horning in." I chuckled. "I'm not so hard up, Troy, that I have to imagine romance with one of my students." "Oh, no sir," he quickly added, flipping his hand up at the wrist slightly in a gesture of reassurance. He was suddenly aware that his comment about Susan and me was replete with possible messages in the subtext. "I didn't mean to imply anything bad . . . about either of you." "Good save there at the end," I thought. "But you still gave your real feelings away. The old 'Susan is too young for an old guy like you' line of thought," I observed in my mind. I suddenly realized that, on this occasion, I didn't like looking way up into tall Troy's face the way I did Robert's. I laughed. "Troy, you'd better get to your point before you dig a deeper hole for yourself." He blushed. So damned cute. "I care a lot about Susan, sir. I want our interest in each other to grow into something bigger than friendship. And it has been moving along well on one level. But I'm afraid I'm about to hit a wall. My brow knitted. "Oh? What wall?" "What I want for us can't be built on just physical attributes and a physical relationship alone." He blushed again, realizing that he had said more than he intended. I choked back a smile. He was having a difficult enough time getting this out, which told me that he had conceived the idea of talking to me only very recently but hadn't really thought it out yet. It must be important for him to have jumped into it nearly the second he saw a chance in the parking lot. Susan's putting her hand over mine had clearly bothered him. "You know, like we are one of the best looking couples in the school?" I shook my head in understanding. "I have seen such relationships in this school continue long past the point that they are dead just because the couple is living up to other people's expectations that good-looking couples have it all put together. . . . But after the good looks, they couldn't find anything else to build on." "I'm understanding you so far, but you still haven't told me about this wall that's looming ahead." "Mr. Halsey, you know what a brain Susan is. She's soon going to figure out how limited I am that way. Susan is such a total package that I know she won't stay involved with a dumb jock like me. I have fallen into powerful feelings for Susan. "What an "ah-gee," old-fashioned way of expressing his attraction to Susan," I thought. "I am even looking ahead to where our relationship could go long term," he continued. "I don't want to kill it at this point just because I'm so limited. I was hoping you could give me some advice on how not to disappoint her that way." I couldn't help it. I broke out into laughter. He looked offended. "Oh, Troy, I'm not laughing at you; I'm laughing about this "limited" crap I'm hearing from you. Where is that coming from?" He stared at me for several moments. I just waited. He needed to enunciate it if he was ever going to deal with the fear it was causing. "You know that people think of me as just a dumb jock." "Troy, there are many jocks who are anything but dumb. Sounds to me that you have fallen victim to the either-or fallacy. You have also fallen victim to your own perception of yourself." "Either-or fallacy? You haven't talked about that in class." "Either you are a dumb stud jock or you are an intelligent . . . what? Nerd? I don't know what term you would use there. The point is, that it isn't actually one or the other extreme; many possibilities lie in between. How can you be a dumb jock when you are earning a low B in my course? I NEVER give people grades, you know. My students EARN their grades." "Yeah, Mr. Halsey, everyone knows you don't give grades to people based on anything other than their work," he agreed grimly. "My coach reminds me of that fairly often when we talk about my grades." "Hm-m-m-m-m-m. I wonder what that reaction's all about," I thought. "You could earn higher grades from me if you applied yourself. Sorry, the teacher in me had to make that observation." He smiled a little. "Yeah, I wish I had done that now." "It isn't too late, Troy. The point is that if you were a dumb jock, you wouldn't be earning a B in my class. You ARE intelligent. You just haven't been pushing it, haven't been using that attribute to define yourself to yourself. If you had valued your intelligence more, it would have figured in your goals." "I'll admit: I've been coasting a little." "You've been satisfied with just jock popularity. But Susan's intelligence combined with your interest in a relationship with her challenged you [I suddenly had flashes of memory of my discussion with Jarod Paine]. So rise to the challenge." "I don't think I know how to rise to the challenge." I snorted in derision. "You're a winning jock. What's this stuff about not knowing how to meet the challenge." "Mr. Halsey, I'm talking about academics, not sports." "There you go again with that "Either-or" thinking, Troy." He blushed. His facial capillaries were really getting a workout. "So you are saying that what I know about sports will help me in academics." "Exactly!" He thought for a moment, and I shut my mouth. "Sir, going in for a lay-up is not like passing one of your tests." I ignored the either-or implication in his rejoinder. "Why did you decide to discuss this issue with me? Your coach would have been a more likely choice, or one of your buds." "I wanted to talk to you because you and Susan have this special understanding. If I get advice from you, I may deal with my problem better." "I see: you examined alternatives, determined which was more favored by probability, and then reached a decision based on that. That sound like a limited jock to you?" He just stared at me as though I were speaking a Martian dialect. "Okay. Let's work through this. What was your age when you started throwing that ball up at the hoop? Basketball is your sport, if I'm correct?" "Yeah. I was three and a half or four. My dad got me one of those short Fisher-Price basketball goals. But I was about tall enough that I could just hand it in. I wasn't satisfied with that. So I'd go outside to the real basketball hoop my dad had put up for him over the garage door." "I want you to envision yourself standing under that basket, trying to put that ball up to the hoop. Tell me when you have a clear, active image of that in your mind." "Active? You mean like I'm playing a tape of it." "Yes." After a few moments, he said, "Okay." "Describe for me how you were holding the ball." A few moments, then "Like all little kids do at first. I have my hands on either side of the ball, moving it down between my legs and hurling it up at the basket." "Do you hit the rim?" "Eventually." "Are you happy." More moments. "No." "Why?" Silence. "Because it isn't the way the big guys do it." "So what do you do?" "I shift my hands on the ball the way the big guys do it-a hand underneath and one at the back to push it to the basket instead of hurling it. Eventually, my hand on the back of the ball becomes my fingertips." "Why is that change in positioning of your hands important?" He looked at me a bit. "It gives me more control over the ball. It allows me to aim at the basket better." "Do you hit the rim of the basket right away?" He chuckled. "No, I am way off for at least a month. I don't remember exactly. It would fly about two and a half feet below the basket and hit the garage door." "But you didn't give up. Why?" "If it worked for the big guys, it would eventually work for me." "You weren't discouraged?" "Not much. I knew it would come." "Who coached you in this change in behavior?" "No one." He paused. I could see the teeth of the cogs falling into place. "I did it myself." "Sound like a dumb jock to you?" "I wasn't a jock then," he snickered. "Oh, we're going to tussle over this, are we?" I thought. "Let me tell you what I see. I see a little peanut who refused to play "Fisher-Price basketball." Even before his time, he moved onto the real court where he, of course, experienced failure. Didn't faze him. He met the challenge. Even more than that, he had been observing how big guys shot baskets. He even began to focus finely on where they placed their hands on the ball. He adopted the basic pattern he observed. Even when he wasn't initially successful, he remained committed to his plan of attack on the problem. Eventually, he hit the basket, grew up into this tall galoot who moves like a ballerina on the ball court and racks up a reputation as a leading scorer in the league, and has the temerity to overreach himself and fall in love with an exciting, beautiful, really special woman." He laughed. "What am I telling you, Troy, my man?" "You're telling me that I all I have to is look back in my life at the challenges I successfully met, study the people who are working successfully in those areas, focus on what they do to achieve that success, and modify my behavior." "Bingo. Give that man a can of OJ!" "But it took me years to build a skill level in basketball." I lowered my chin, glaring at him through the top of the lenses in my glasses. Silence ensued. He laughed again. "Okay, I'm bigger now, older, have more experience to draw on. It doesn't take that long to meet goals." "Does that sound like a dumb jock to you? In the meantime, let me suggest some strategies to jumpstart your leap to success in winning the heart of the woman of many men's dreams," I stated as I observed Susan drive her car sedately into the lot. "Figure out a game plan for improving your academic performance in all your classes. Figure out how you and Susan can work together to complement each other, academically and in other ways. Prepare for big academic events in a way similar, cognitively, to the way you prepare for a big game. Don't be proud. Talk through your assignments with Susan. Given the complex ways we think, talking through ideas, plans, processes is a powerful way to focus on what is essential-even for old people like me [I infused the word "old" with attitude. He blushed again.]. Draw on her strengths and share yours with her. " "Okay. So what was your sport?" "Trying to stand upright on two feet without stumbling." "What?" "I wasn't a jock. I had three brothers who were so far ahead of me in sports that I would never catch up with them. I'm a klutz, not well-coordinated." "Yeah, I've noticed," he giggled. "Gee, thanks." At this point Susan was about within earshot. "So you think I have a chance?" "Unquestionably. I saw Susan looking at you during that group work. She doesn't look that way at just any man." "Chance?" Susan asked. "Oh, we were just talking about making the grade," I replied with a smile. Troy looked relieved as though he had thought I would divulge our conversation. Perhaps not enough time had passed since the day I broke down in front of Susan, for I knew I didn't want to accompany them to the building. I glanced at my watch, exclaiming that I had better hustle; I had a few chores to take care of before classes began. I moved off with a "Later, guys." As I moved down the long second-floor corridor to my shorter hall, Lo and Behold! There was Jarod Paine with Valerie Cunningham on his arm. "Hm-m-m-m-m," I thought, "smart guy. Knows how to draw back from the precipice." Jarod smiled and blushed. Valerie beamed at me. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h," I thought. He had related our conversation. Scratch that. She drew it out of him. Who cared? The man was blessed with Valerie on his arm and in his heart. When I arrived in my classroom, there was another envelope on my desk. Since Rosalie Rodriguez, Wendy Fielding, Jeremy Wilder, Paul Hartford, and Matt Townsend were chatting quietly with one or another, I opened the envelope and pulled out the note inside. "Tonight. Your house. 7:00 p.m. Leave the front porch light off and the front door unlocked. Be ready." My eyebrows rose, and my cogs shifted into high gear. I slid the note into my attache. After students had taken their seats and while I was taking roll, I had heard talking and then sharp laughter back in the area near Jeremy Wilder. I looked up, smiling. Since Matt had been the last to talk, I asked him what was so funny. He looked around at those close to him. Then he said, "Jeremy was just telling us about the endowments of short people." "Ah-oh. Jeremy was moving back into his role as class clown," I observed to myself. I wasn't going to bite on that "endowments" stuff for any reason. "Really?" I asked skeptically. "How did you become such an authority on that, Jeremy?" "Well, Mr. Halsey, it's well known that modern men have grown taller than their ancestors. But some men aren't any taller than our ancestors. Makes one think about throwbacks-about little people, that is." "Was he trying to bait me?" I wondered, he six feet tall, I, by all accounts, short. "Jeremy, consider the atom. As essential as it is to existence, it is so 'little' [more attitude here] that you cannot see it with the naked eye. Yet if you suddenly release its energy, it will blow your butt back two centuries!" The room erupted in laughter. I'd met his "raise," "called his hand" and was raking in my winnings. The students loved it. Their loud, long laughter drew Kathleen Burge from her room to peek around my door. Little nervous Kathleen probably thought they were tying me to a stake and preparing to pillory me. "Since we have put that matter to rest, let us turn ourselves to issues of the mind," I stated as we moved to the day's lesson. ....... After classes, I rushed home, worked out for an hour, and had a bite to eat, showered, and waited. I couldn't imagine why the script had changed, but I followed my directions. I left a dim light on in the living room and pulled the drapes. Left one light on in the family room, the stove light on in the kitchen, and a dim light in the bedroom. I didn't know what "be ready" meant, so I had on a pair of running shorts. Nothing else. At 7:00 I heard a light step outside the front door. Almost immediately the doorknob turned and the door swung open. A lone, tall figure, face hooded in the same ski mask cut off below the nose, entered the foyer. He looked around, spying me sitting there leaning back on the sofa. "Hello, Evan." "Master," I greeted him. He walked in and stood before me. "The Little One suggested that he and I had gotten to know each other very well, but we two barely know each other at all. He insisted that I come alone this evening. I wanted you to know that he's okay with this." "Thank you for explaining," I said. "How do you feel about it?" He smiled. "Little One possesses a deep compassion for others. He wants this to work between us." "Oh," I thought. "I think there have been some ramifications about my being brought into the mix, and this is Little One's attempt to work it out. It also tells me that what transpires when we are together, as strong as it is for us, does not carry over for Robert to the same degree as for Kenny and me," I silently deduced. "And why would you want this to work between us, Leader of the Pride?" "Let's discuss that in the bedroom." I rose. "This way," I led him down the hall, standing aside at the door to allow him to enter. He walked to the foot of the bed, turned, and said, "Undress me." I moved to him, dropping to my knees, untying the laces on his Nike's, slipping them off his feet, and pulling off his socks, rolling them and depositing them in one of the shoes. I leaned down, licking the tops of each foot as I slid my hands gently up his strong, shapely, hairy calves. I looked up at him. I could see his dark eyes shining at me as he looked down on me. "I wonder if it turns him on to see me at his feet?" I thought. I reached up, unbuckling his belt. Then I stood, moved around behind him, and pulled his jacket gently from his shoulders. I placed it over the back of a chair. Still from the back, I moved my hands up his arms to his shoulders, pausing to squeeze his muscles every few inches, not quite a massage but sending good feelings flowing through those muscular arms. I moved my hands up over his shoulders. I clasped them and placed the side of my face on his back in a slow, worshipful hug, which I held for a few moments. Moving back around in front of him, I fell to my knees, running my hands up his calves, his thighs, and his ass. At the same time, I leaned gently into his crotch, running my nose over the bulge there, sniffing but smelling little beyond the material of his jeans, and slowly opening my mouth and gently teething the hard bulge. He didn't make a sound, holding quite still. "Weird," I thought. I unbuttoned his jeans, moved my hands to the sides of his hips, and gently pulled his jeans down. Slowly, his hairy, sculpted thighs emerged as I slid the jeans down his strong legs. They were so beautifully shaped that I could feel my breath catch. Again, I looked up at him, but I could discern nothing from the glint in his eyes. I looked at his black briefs, bulging in the front with his cock. I slowly rose, moving my hands up the sides of his hips caressingly as I pushed them up under his tee shirt, sliding just the tips of my fingers ever so lightly up his ribs, pushing the shirt along with backs of my hands. At this point, he reached out to pull the shirt over his head without dislodging the ski mask. "Does this mean he hasn't figured out that I know him?" I wondered. "Not even when little Kenny slipped and called him 'Robert' at the last ambush?" He tossed the shirt on his jacket. His broad shoulders were rounded with muscles at the ends, but he wasn't a muscle god. He was an Adonis. His lats fanned out, accentuating his narrow waist, perfect hips and squared ass cheeks. His brown nipples were bigger than quarters. I could see dark hair curling out from his pits. I took my hands and ever so gently moved them over his pecs, up into his pits where I let the black hair tickle the ends of my fingers, back down to his nipples, which I ever so gently pulled out from the muscle so that the tension was borne entirely by the nipples. I released my hold on them, moving my flat palms up over those bundles of muscles rounding off his shoulders, down his muscular arms, down to his wrists, which I pulled out to me as I looked down into the palms. I knelt down, looking up into those inscrutable black depths in his eyes, brought each palm to my mouth where I gently kissed it. Then I pressed it against my forehead in an ancient act of obeisance. I moved my mouth to the ends of his fingers and daringly nibbled on their ends, running my tongue around the tips sensuously. I dropped his hands, again sliding mine up the outer sides of his thighs, moving back to his ass, running my hands under the elastic and over his hairy, warm cheeks and into his hairy crack. I allowed one middle finger to gently caress his pucker. I pulled my hands out, stretching the legs of his briefs as I pulled them down his legs. His long hard cock popped out, waving in front of me. I saw a drop of precum immediately begin to form upon his cock's release from the briefs. I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly over the head of his dick in a long, oral caress. Only a faint trace of saltiness registered on my tongue. The drop of precum was the first indication I had had that any of my efforts were turning him on. I put my hands on the outside of his knees and moved them slowly up, grazing just the hair on his legs. I spread my thumbs ahead and up his inner thighs. I noticed that his cock hardened more, and began to keep time with his heart. I took all my fingers and gently moved them over the hair on his balls to tickle them. I slowly moved forward, burying my nose in the luxuriant grown of hair in his crotch. I caught his musk with my nose, the scent of perspiration too, while his hair tickled my nose and face. Holding my thumbs at the back of his balls, I moved the tip of my tongue back there and slowly drew it forward over and up his balls to the point where they joined his cock, then across the underside of his cock, over the head, and down the back. I still couldn't read him, still didn't know if my ministrations were welcome, particularly after our odd beginning in the living room. I felt as though I were losing a battle. My fingertips traced the route my tongue had taken. When they reached the tip of his cock, I leaned forward, licking the head of his cock, then kissing it wetly, the moving it into my mouth. I slowly moved my mouth down his cock, swirling my tongue around the sides, top and bottom. I tried as much as possible to take him all the way, but I really had next to no experience giving head. Rather than being clumsy about it, I moved my hand around the base of his cock and ever so slowly and gently started jerking him off, keeping my mouth over the front half of his cock. I used various degrees of suction on his cock to complement the good feelings my hand was creating as I moved in and out over his cock. I moved my mouth back to the head, ministered to it, hummed rather loudly while my mouth was tightly clasped around it. I started a powerful suck and I slid my finger tips out and around to his cheeks and then into his crack. I was beginning to think he was regarding me as a failure when I felt one of his hands reach around my neck, not quite cutting off my air, and pull me strongly up. Whatever he was feeling, I was certainly turned on. I looked into his eyes. He gently removed my glasses. Then he knelt down and pulled my running shorts down, waiting for me to step out of them. He stood and resumed his strong grasp around my neck. Then he leaned forward to brush his lips over mine, using his strong grip to move my mouth over his. After a second brush, his tongue traced my lips. Then he kissed me gently, maintaining his tight grip on my throat. He broke the kiss, moved my head gently back, and then slowly but strongly clamped my lips between his teeth. At the same time, he reached down with his fingertips and began lightly teasing my cock and balls. Was this also Domination with a Velvet Glove, the strong grip around my throat, the gentle caresses to other parts of my body? Other than my laying my head on his back, our bodies had not touched. Well, if after all my ministrations he wasn't going to betray any reaction, I knew how to get one out of him. "You don't like it that I was brought into the pride, but you grudgingly went along with it because you didn't want to diminish the Little One's ardor for you," I managed to croak through the strong grip on my throat. But with my statement, the grip tightened noticeably. "Seems to me I was the recipient of quite a bit of ardor from you," he claimed. "Yes, you are the Lion at the head of the pride." His grip on my throat loosened, and he gently slid his hand slowly up and down my throat. "Why is the Lion/pride motif important?" Was he testing me, challenging me? I couldn't tell-anything, really. Major frustration. No, major torment! "I was a literature major: metaphor turns me on, as it does most people who have studied in the arts and humanities. It is a universal code. There are other universal codes, but metaphor is glorious, exciting, stimulating, more powerful, timeless, integrative, intellectual, colorful, elevating. It is a building block for ritual, our attempt to bring powerful, competing forces into some kind of juxtaposition so that we can attempt to harness their energy. As our Lion, you led us into ritual at our last meeting. You did it so naturally as though it were wired into your nature. You have taken three individuals, each with strengths of his own, but have caused two of them to want to be submissive to you as they wish to be. You have the ability to unite us so that our differences do not keep us separate. You have the power to lift us up. You have the strength to save us from our ruinous impulses." I paused. He moved forward slowly, moving his hand from around my throat and up to the back of my head. He pushed my head toward his lips. He began kissing me. Slowly, the kiss gained in intensity. His tongue slowly but strongly entered my mouth, sliding around inside as though taking a measure of what he was about to conquer. When he released the long kiss, I had to quietly gasp for breath. He reached down to his jeans and pulled out his belt. He placed the belt, buckle first, in my hand. Then he walked over the bathroom door, reached up and clasped the frame with his hands, spread his feet wide, and said, "Strike me with the belt." I couldn't believe it. Nothing this evening was happening as it should, not that I knew exactly how it should happen. I couldn't see how I was getting to know him, just his body. I knew I wanted more than just his body even though I might not be able to articulate what that was. I just stood there dumbly. "The Lion commands you to strike him. Remember the bond. Honor it." I paused, then slowly walked to his side, raised my arm and brought the belt down on his back. Even I knew it was a feeble effort. He snorted impatiently. "I didn't want you with me and the little one. I was always jealous of you when he spoke of you. I wanted to be his hero, and I didn't want to share that role with anyone. You were just this uptight, anal, compulsive, controlling, little, nothing authority figure who couldn't make it anywhere but a school. What good were you to us?" It was just reflex action, but I raised my arm and struck his back HARD! A red stripe began to appear on his flesh. "You weren't attractive or sexy enough to make it with any man. So you were weaseling your way in with us!" he shouted. I lashed him hard across his ass and then his back. "The Little One didn't really like you; you just made him feel sorry for you so that you could get in with us. You are so pathetic." Three hard lashes came in quick succession beginning on his back and moving to his ass and then legs. What was I doing? What had gone wrong? How had I lost control? I dropped the belt and backed up, horrified that I had struck Robert. Evan striking the Lion? A teacher striking a student? I began backing away, running into the chair and falling over it backwards. He had turned and was walking slowly toward me. I just stared at him, my mouth agape. He was so beautiful as he strode toward me, but he had to be angry too. I was going to be demolished. He came and stood over me. He reached down, grabbed me around the neck, and yanked me up. He mashed his mouth on mine in a hot, probing kiss. Then jerked us apart. "Well, I guess that's a good conversation opener, wouldn't you say?" He released his hold on my neck and I immediately fell to the floor in a sitting position, looking stupidly up at him. I was shocked. Disoriented. Tears began to fill my eyes. I hung my head. I felt humiliated, off base, despicable for the beating I had given Robert. I didn't like this. I wanted out, away. He was making me into something I hated. I didn't want to hurt others, especially him. Why was he doing this? Was I going crazy? At the moment, with all the ups and downs of the past few weeks, I wondered if I was headed toward a nervous breakdown. He walked back to the bathroom door and turned to me. "Evan, come here." I just sat in shock. More loudly: "Evan, I said come here!" I slowly looked up. His figure was distorted by the tears in my eyes, just as reality seemed distorted. He walked over, put his hand around my throat again, and yanked me up. I gulped loudly, my eyes wide with terror. He marched me over to the bathroom door, released me, pushed me to the door, took my hands and planted one on each side of the door frame, and kicked my feet to the sides of the frame. "Don't turn around," he said. It was my turn. I knew what was coming. I clamped my eyes shut. The least I could do was not cry out, for he hadn't. I heard the belt slicing through the air. It hit. Pain radiated out from the point of impact. I kept silent. It hit again, again, again, again, again, again. Up and down my back, my ass, my legs. It kept coming harder and harder. It was my nightmare again. Finally, it stopped. At least I knew I hadn't cried out. I sank down in the doorway, a heap of shame, pain, confusion. I felt an arm sliding gently around my back and under my arms, and another under my knees. He lifted me and carried me to the bed. Before he placed me on it, he pressed his lips gently to mine. After placing me on the bed, he went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. He raised my head, placing the glass gently at my lips. "Drink," was all he said. After I had a gulp of water, he raised the glass to his lips and drew long from it. He placed the glass on the nightstand. The he piled the pillows up against the headboard and leaned back against them and then pulled my butt in between his legs with my head resting on his right shoulder and my legs over his left leg. We lay like that for what must have been five minutes as he gently stroked my legs with one hand and ran his fingers through my hair with the other. I was feeling empty, dead as though I had shut down inside. I felt his warm lips press onto my cheek with a kiss. "We must talk to each other now. We have cleared away the defenses, the subterfuge, and cut down to raw feelings; we can talk honestly now. I'll start. I liked the way you started making love to me this evening. It was very erotic. I reveled in it. You turned me on to the max. But I could tell that it wouldn't work for us, given where we had to end up. So I pushed you to behave as you did. I knew the buttons to push. You performed on cue. All anyone has to do, Evan, is study where you establish your controls. Those controls point directly to your fears. I learned that from David of the Alpha Males: look where someone is focusing his energy and attention, for it points to whatever is significant, positively or negatively, for that person. I won't say that I haven't thought some of the things I said-not all of them-just the ones about not wanting to share the Little One with anyone. But you have been anything but subtle in your perception of yourself, at least to those who take the time to see. The Little One told me about your breaking down in school a few days ago." I started to arise, for I didn't want to revisit that event. But he pulled me back and said sharply, "NO! You are not running this time, Evan." A few moments passed, but my body was still taut, poised for flight, in his arms. "I had to make you face your fears and get them out in the open. So I taunted you, knowing how you would react. In order not to cloud your mind with guilt about pushing you to whip me, I had to retaliate by lashing you. By the way, I gave you double the number of lashes you gave me. So you won't be feeling guilty, will you?" I just lay there, trying to see where he was going. "Will you?" he said insistently. I shook my head in the negative. "You will never really believe someone loves you, Evan, until you love yourself. But you hate yourself. That's why I could so easily drive you to anger this evening, drive you to violate your peaceful, caring standards. I simply stated what you are afraid is true of you. You were a pushover." I started to flee again, but he held me tight. He planted another passionate kiss on my mouth, moving off only when I felt as though I was about to pass out for lack of oxygen. "Why do you want to believe such bad things about yourself? Do you actually believe everybody sees you the way you see yourself?" "I have evidence they are true," I whispered quietly. "No man has ever wanted to be with me." "You avoid men. You close yourself off. You push men away. Even tonight when you made love to me, you didn't cut loose. You didn't open up to me. You didn't let me in. Why?" "Fear that I would disappoint you," I said softly, tonelessly. "Belief that I had to have it all planned in order to satisfy you." "Why didn't you let me take the lead?" "Why would you want it? Besides, you are the Lion. You might not want to do all those things to me." "But I have done many of them to you. And notice that I am here with you. I want to be with you. You think it isn't exciting being with a man as knowledgeable as you, as caring as you, as powerful as you? A man of your reputation? A man as hungry for me as you are? A man as sensuous as you? I hate to say it, but even a man as otherwise self- contained as you? I can only hope to accomplish all these feats." As he had talked, he had begun to caress me, my limbs, my nipples, my cock, my balls, my hole. "I ask you again, why wouldn't I enjoy doing those things to you?" "I'm not beautiful like you. I don't have your strengths." "If I were in a wreck and my face emerged scarred, I hobbled with a cane, would you, given your feelings for me this very moment, consider me ugly?" "No, you'd be the same inside." Now I knew how Troy had felt this morning as I led him through his self- catechism. "You spend so much time thinking about how others see you that you are rigid inside. Do you really think people spend that much time thinking about you, thinking those things you fear?" "You are right. They have pressing matters in their own lives. I'll spend more time looking at their 'rigidities' so that I'll spend less time thinking about mine. Maybe I can help them as you are helping me." He leaned down and kissed me as he ever so slowly jerked my cock. "Tell me that you are beautiful, Evan." I moved my head back to look into his dark eyes. "Tell me your beautiful, Evan, and mean it," he said as he moved his hands around my balls and gripped them tightly nearly to the point of pain. "I am beautiful," I said softly. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," I exclaimed in pain. "Try again; you can do better." "My own words to Jarod coming back to haunt me," I thought. He waited. "I am beautiful because you and the Little One find me so." He chuckled a bit. "We'll have to work on that one. Tell me how you are beautiful, Evan." Silence. I felt the grip on my balls tightening. I let my answer tumble out. "I am a storehouse of useful knowledge. I really care about people. I want to see them happy. I want to see them fulfilling their potential. I can help them be successful in some ways. I can help them self-activate. Certain parts of my body look okay." "Sit up and stretch your right leg out." I did as he commanded. "See the muscles in your legs tighten, separate into bundles." He lightly used his fingertips to point out the features. "Look at this little depressions between the muscles. It makes my dick harder to see it and run my fingertips over it." "Tell me how you know you are beautiful, Evan." "I work hard at making those attributes firm, genuine, productive." "Tell me you are worthy of my love, Evan." "I can't. You have to tell me that." "No, Evan. Until you say it, you will never believe it if I say it. I want you to mean it." "I try to be worthy of your love, Master. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h." A maelstrom of pain swam around me and through me. "I am worthy of the Lion's love." "Give me your hand, Evan." I placed my hand in his bigger, warm, strong hand. "Give me your heart, Evan." Again, I was struck by the ritualistic nature of our interaction. It was as though I was taking an oath of fealty, vowing my love for him. "You have had my heart ever since I first saw you, Master." "Give me your love, Evan." "It came with my heart, Master." "Give me your ass, Evan," he chuckled. "Uh, I think you've had that several times. I, on the other hand, have never had yours." He chuckled. "It's possible, if you are worthy. If I conquer you, will you be truly, wholly mine, saving only the love you give the little One? No more controls. No more dodges. No more self-loathing. No more self-obsession?" "Yes, to be best of my ability and strength." He lifted me, depositing me beside him on the bed. Then he rolled over on me. Our hard cocks were side by side. He laced his fingers into mine, moving my hands above my head, tightly clasping his legs around mine. He kissed me deeply, soulfully, and I returned his kiss every bit as much. There followed the most intense love-making I have ever experienced. He was in charge, but it was clear that I was his focus. Our love- making was for me. He was drawing every bit of my power to himself and filling the empty spaces with pleasure and love. Just before he slid his hard dick into me, he said, "I am vanquishing all the bad, Evan, by conquering you. You are mine now." As he slid into me, I convulsed with an orgasm, shooting cum into the space between our stomachs. But he kept moving in me, kissing me, long-dicking me, then taking short strokes over my prostate. But he was enjoying himself too, for I could feel his accelerating heartbeat through my pecs. I could hear his breathing growing more rapid. I knew we were going to cum together. And with one, deep downward plunge into me, we both shouted our release. I think we lay there 15 minutes. I slowly moved my hands over him, caressing him as he did the same. "Why did I conquer you, Evan?" "Because you love me." "And why do I love you?" "I don't honestly know." "But you do believe I love you wholly and completely?" "Yes, wholly and completely." "Good. We can work on the other." (To be continued.)

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Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 20:39:09 -0800 (PST) From: scriptor55@hotmail.com Subject: Ambush; Chapter 1--The Lure 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 is is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about your self and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed unless the author consents. scriptor55@hotmail.com Chapter 1 The Lure The sketch in my hand took an ordinary day and turned it on end! I had been sorting through the mail that I had pulled out of my faculty mailbox that morning. The usual flyers for special school events, notices of meetings, and announcements from the principal's office left my mind to wander ahead into the day's tasks-until I opened the envelope. I pulled out the plain sheet of paper and unfolded it. "Damn," I said softly. I was clutching a pencil sketch of a nude teen male. The dark hair slightly bushy atop the head; the broad shoulders; the squared pecks with large, dark nipples; the chest narrowing sharply to a small waist; a beautiful dark bush around a long erect cut cock with a hairy ball sac hanging low beneath; long, muscular legs, also hairy; and long feet-it all made my dick go hard. I quickly glanced around my classroom, noting that I was alone, so no one would notice the bulge in the front of my trousers or my shortened breath. My eyes moved back to the sketch, noting its secondary details. The nude male was sitting on what appeared to be a nicely shaped ass with his arms resting on the floor behind him. Dark hair peeped out from his pits, and his legs were thrown wide with the heels resting on the floor, with his rosebud peeking just under his balls. Not much of the face could be viewed because he was looking obliquely off to his right, teasing any viewer to imagine what the features were. After staring at the beautiful figure, I made myself examine the envelope. Plain white business size, it bore a computer-generated address label bearing only my name, Evan Halsey, on the front. Obviously, someone had just chucked it into my mailbox. Glancing at the drawing, I could not match it with any of my students. Of course, in such a large high school, it could be any guy. What did it mean? Was someone playing games with me? Did the sender suspect me of being gay? It just couldn't mean that somebody was attracted to me, a bespectacled, 30-year-old English teacher. Of course, the sender did not have to be the male in the drawing, didn't have to be the sketch artist, or even a student for that matter. Was a colleague playing games with me? Couldn't be. I was too solitary for a colleague to play a joke like that. Despite my years of teaching at the school, I was cordial and professional but not really close to anyone in the large faculty. Today's bell ringing for the start of classes was clangorous, irritating me for some reason. "Ha!" that smart-ass interior voice said: "You just want to keep looking at that sketch. Admit it-this is one of the most exciting events to occur in your pathetic, common life. If you don't watch it, you'll be on the bone when your first class arrives. Susan Connolly, who never misses anything, will spot it, and she'll have told her clique of girl friends before the lunch period." I quickly folded the sketch, returned it to the envelope, and tucked it deep into an interior pocket in my Land's End attache case. Susan was not to be trifled with or underestimated. Throughout Junior English, Senior English, Honors English, The American Novel, and Advanced Comp, I studied my male students carefully, trying to see if one of them betrayed his role in placing the envelope in my mailbox. I detected nothing suspicious. There were several tall, well-built males with dark hair who could have passed for the subject in the sketch, but not enough for me to decide that I was looking at the sketch's model. I was not going to go off the deep end by reading too much into a student's ordinary demeanor. By day's end, I was weary of trying to decipher behavior and deconstruct comments my students made to me before and after class and in the hallways. I dreaded what would come that evening-fears about what my being the recipient of this sketch meant about my future at the school and my career. Somebody may know a lot more about me than I ever intended! I was right to be afraid. That evening at home, all I could do was sit in the family room, sipping Merlot, trying to figure out what the sudden appearance of the sketch portended. I moved to a critical-thinking stance, seeing and feeling myself following the mystery sender's behavior. Then when I was well into that mindset by acting out the process several times in my mind, I asked myself what value I was serving since no behavior is valueless even if the perpetrator is unaware of his motivation. Too many possibilities presented themselves. At the least, the sketch was not a random act; someone had to create the sketch, target me, create the label, and slip it in my mailbox. But there were plenty of ways to embarrass or humiliate me that could provide the perpetrator a more immediate pay-off ("Could be a she," the politically correct dimension in my mind contributed uselessly). I hadn't hurt anyone so that he would attempt to end my career by exposing my gayness. Among all the school's teachers, as tough as I had a reputation for being, I was also considered fair. I didn't think the school harbored a Richard III who was so bored that he wanted to set people at each other's throats for his own gain or an Iago who was going to bring down an Othello simply because he could. In my world, they lived only in a textbook. The clock in the living room chimed ten times, startling me with the realization that I had spent all evening studying the sketch and ruminating over its being sent to me. I could tell that I wasn't going to achieve anything more by sitting there that night except drinking too much wine, futilely hoping that answers would arrive. So I gave it up for the evening. In my bedroom, studying myself in the mirror as I disrobed, I tried to look at myself realistically. Short, blond, nondescript, but shoulders and arms in which the fine bundles of muscles would become visible upon certain movements. A hairy chest with developed pecs and nipples the size of pencil erasers. Well-shaped, moderately muscular, hairy legs. I had started working out three years ago, and it was paying off. My calf muscle was developing, and my lightly haired ass was no longer flat. Like my arms, the muscles in my legs would separate themselves into bundles upon movement. But nobody ever saw these features because they were covered by the sports shirts and Dockers I wore at school. I did work out sometimes in the school's exercise/weight room, but I did so at a time when few if any would see me, mostly a Saturday morning or late periods on school days when guys were involved in practice for varsity sports. Otherwise, I worked out at home where I had a small gym set-up. When I worked out at school, I wore running shorts and a tee shirt. I never showered at school, for I was too self-conscious. I still had a fading remnant of a layer of fat on my stomach that kept me from showing myself to those beautifully built males. Besides, as the family klutz who was a sibling to jocks, I was uncomfortable in a locker room or in a sports setting. When my father had introduced his sons, I was the "brain" among his boys, a comment that was always followed by a detailed recitation of Ted's, Tim's, or Brad's recent exploits in their sports activities. Before I stepped into the boxers in which I slept (briefs by day, boxers by night), I studied my cock. Soft, ringed with plenty of light brown hair, it looked ordinary. I had always wished there was something about it that hinted at its seven inches when erect. I mused ruefully sometimes about how it could expand to so much from what promised to be so little. One of Mother Nature's little jokes! My cock started to elevate. I gently brushed just the tips of my fingers down its length. Oh, it liked that, levitating at least 35 degrees. I reclined on my bed and opened the sketch, studying it. As I devoted feather-light caresses up and down my dick and over my hairy ball sac, back up to even more lightly encircle the bottom my my mushroom cap, then up to lightly embrace my nipples, I imagined that nude male lying on top of me, his cock beside mine, his hairy bush tickling my skin, his body weighing down heavily on me, his hairy legs brushing sensuously against mine as his lips gently brushed mine, and brown eyes mesmerizing me. My breath was quickening. Though precome usually does not occur much with me, a line was oozing out my slit and running down my shaft. I moved my hand back up to my nipples, gently circling them with my fingertips, ramping up the pleasure by a factor of three. Adopting the posture of the nude male, I placed pillows behind me, laid the sketch down between my legs, pulled out some Wet, squirted a fair amount in my hand, and started caressing my cock and balls. Oh, especially the balls-man, I don't know what it is, but they like Wet smeared slowly over them! Controlling myself (usually among the world's most impatient people), I slowly slid my Wet-slick hand up and down the shaft of my cock, not stroking actually, occasionally moving down to caress and cup my balls. Back up to the cap and frenum, all the while studying the nude male, animating the two of us in my mind. He pushed my hands above my head, lacing his fingers into mine, but in a way that established that he was in control. He gently moved our arms up and down so that our skin and muscles glided over each other. He stared into my eyes, then again brushed his lips over mine, sliding his tongue along my lips but not allowing it to enter. Then he began kissing my throat and licking its hollow, eliciting a gasp from me, while he slid his hands down my arms and gently pumped his cock along mine. I moaned with pleasure. Somehow, I knew he wanted me to keep my hands above my head, but I began to move my chest against his so that he could feel my hairy pecks tickling his smooth chest, and I pumped my hips too, evoking a moan from him. I murmured my approval softly, feeling his hairy balls glide over mine. He suddenly moved his legs, which had been inside mine, wide apart, moving my legs accordingly, making me feel more vulnerable to and controlled by him, making the hair on our legs tickle their corresponding limbs. His eyes sparked. I was his! Wham! I was cumming before I was ready. My back immediately, uncontrollably arched as I imagined the two of us cumming simultaneously. I don't cum a large amount, and it is usually quite thick, but this time it flowed out of the slit in my penis. My toes curled. I lay there for a minute, regaining my breath, just reintegrating with my surroundings, feeling the cum run down my hand onto my balls. Why couldn't something like this really happen? I arose and walked into the bathroom to clean myself up, thinking that if my mysterious lover were there, I would allow our cum, the product of our joining, to anoint us. Returning to bed, I set my alarm. I placed the folded sketch on the nightstand so I could look at it first thing in the morning. "Get a grip, Evan," snapped that interior voice again. "You are overplaying this random missive." In the moments before I drifted off to sleep, I wondered again about where today's events would lead. Surprisingly quickly, I realized that one of two possibilities would occur. Either I would never hear anything again from the mysterious stranger, leaving me wondering the rest of my life about that unfinished script, or, having worked up the courage to activate his plans, the mystery man would communicate again. I hoped for the latter.

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Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 17:42:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Evan Bradely Subject: Chapter 33 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EvanBradley33@Yahoo.com Chapter 33 Primal Moments (From the ambush at the end of Chapter 32) As Troy and Evan began recovering from their orgasmic highs, Troy removed the bonds from Evan's wrists and massaged them and his arms. Then he lifted Evan onto the tips of toes into a hot kiss, underscoring everything he'd communicated when he was making love. Evan gave it right back to him, stroking his back and ass. For a moment, Evan allowed himself to sink totally into Troy's good will, his love, his care and concern. It was one of those primal moments. Evan knew Troy felt something comparable although he might not verbalize it the same way. Jeremy and Kenny were embracing and kissing. Cody had unbound Ron and then pressed his body against Ron while he nuzzled his face into Ron's neck. Ron flung his arms around Cody, pulling him close against his hairy body. Cody looked like a pliant devotee ready to give himself to his champion. Ron was running his hands up and down Cody's limbs, caressing him. His hand slid down over Cody's ass, pushing a finger into his chute, leading him to gasp, grip Ron tightly, and lean up for a kiss. Evan had frozen, watching Ron and Cody's behavior, blocking everything else out. Oddly, he didn't feel jealous; he was afraid. He glanced up at Troy, who was studying Ron and Cody through narrowed eyes. Evan couldn't read his face. A glance down at Jeremy and Kenny, still sitting under the parallel bars, revealed that they were studying everyone, aware of undercurrents, trying to interpret them. Had Evan glimpsed Ron in the grip of such strong emotions when they were making love? He shook his head as though to clear away fog so that he could answer his own question. Suddenly Ron looked over at Jeremy. "Let the Lions claim the candidates for the Pride." He immediately turned back to Cody, pulling him into his muscular, hairy body and another passionate kiss. Slowly he knelt, pulling Cody to the mat with him. Jeremy gave Kenny a peck on the lips and then arose, slowly walking up to Troy. What a magnificent pair they were! Equally matched in height. Slowly a smile was born on Jeremy's face, matched by a twin on Troy's face. Kenny slowly arose, walking to Evan, sliding an arm over his shoulder, both watching Jeremy lead Troy over to a mat. "Study them with your 'artist's eyes'" Evan suggested to Kenny. Kenny shifted his perceptual field. New realities presented themselves. His alliance with Jeremy and Evan and Jeremy's constant love and devotion had allowed him to realize more inner strength. He intuited that Troy and Jeremy had become mirrors for each other with Susan, Evan, and himself positioning the mirrors so as to disclose undreamt facets to the two young men. As a consequence of Jeremy's claiming Troy, a powerful bond would exist between the two. When Kenny looked at Ron and Cody, he frowned. So much turgid emotion, raw, unrefined and unformulated! Some of it was in conflict, some of it merging, shooting sparks. Kenny looked away, taking a deep breath. Jeremy embraced Troy, kissing him lovingly. He whispered "Bro," kissed Troy again, running his hands over his wide shoulders, down his muscular arms. "Bro," he whispered as he slid his hands over Troy's ass, brushing his lips softly, seductively over Troy's. "Bro, you've always been special to me; you always will be. I may be a Lion, but you are one of my heroes, one of my ideal men. When I claim you, you will join Ron and me as a Lion." Troy whispered "Bro" back before they locked in a hot embrace and kiss, slowly lowering themselves to the mat. It was a major turn-on watching the muscles in their legs strain during their slow descent to the mat. Anyone watching their ass cheeks as they dimpled and the muscles there flexed would have experienced meltdown. Kenny and Evan turned together toward Ron and Cody. Ron had begun those long leonine licks of his. Once he'd bathed Cody's pecs, Ron began nibbling on Cody's nipples vigorously enough to remind Cody of the aggressive treatment he'd given Ron during the ambush. Cody had briefly moaned, but when Ron moved down to attack Cody's cock and balls, the moans turned to whimpers. In a whisper, Kenny suggested, "Let's serve our men the way you and Jeremy did when Ron claimed me. You take your man and I'll take mine." He immediately moved toward Jeremy, who was by now rimming Troy, who had his eyes tightly closed, breathing rapidly at the thorough licking Jeremy had given him. His pecs, pits, abs, pubic bush, cock and balls glistened from his Lion's bath. Ron must have looked up to check out how far along Jeremy was because he was now rimming Cody - with obvious satisfaction. Cody was rolling his head back and forth, reaching out slowly as though trying to capture Ron's shoulders. As Jeremy nudged the head of his cock into Troy, Kenny began butterfly caresses over Jeremy's back and ass. Jeremy slowly turned as Kenny leaned toward him, kissing him as Jeremy sank into Troy. Troy's eyes were mere slits, but he was watching Jeremy and Kenny kiss. Then Kenny leaned around Jeremy to give Troy a kiss, which he eagerly leaned up to accept and return with equal fervor. Evan walked hesitantly over and knelt behind Ron, who was sinking his cock into Cody's chute. Cody was softly moaning, asking for more, for Ron to plunge deeper. Like Kenny, Evan knelt, running his fingertips lightly over Ron's lower back, licking and nipping along the inner curved edges of Ron's crack. His musk almost robbed Evan of breath. He hoped Ron would acknowledge his presence as Jeremy had Kenny's, wishing he could kiss Cody. Ron had to know Evan was there, but he focused exclusively on Cody. Evan would run his tongue from the back of Ron's balls across his perineum, over his hole, and up to the top of his crack and then up his spine. He moved underneath Ron and nibbled at Cody's ass, hearing the volume of moaning pick up. Evan grabbed Ron's bag in his teeth, pulling it back and down, then up through his crack and spine again with his tongue. Troy, Cody, and Kenny were all moaning. Worry kept Evan silent, hearing nothing but hard breathing from Ron and moans and whimpers from Cody. When Evan went back to Ron's balls, they had pulled up tight against his cock. He was going to blow. Cody's whimpers of delight signaled that he too was near an orgasm. When Ron rammed into Cody, Evan pushed his tongue into Ron's hole, earning a surprised, loud grunt from him. Ron stopped moving to kiss Cody. Jeremy, Troy, and Kenny had all climaxed. Evan was the only one who hadn't. Evan sat back on the mat, expecting Ron to turn toward him. He didn't. He continued to move slowly in Cody, who was gently hunching his ass back on Ron. The other guys were caught up in a post-coital stupor. Clearly, Ron wasn't done with Cody. He was going to make it a double claim! Evan slowly arose, walked over to his clothes, and dressed. When he'd slid his shirt over his head, all three of the other guys were riveted on Ron and Cody. Evan stepped into his loafers and walked out of the exercise room to his car. Driving home, numb all the way, Evan didn't know what had happened. It was something beyond what anyone else expected. Something had been brewing between Cody and Ron. There clearly was no room for him with Ron and Cody. He couldn't help thinking that there might never be a place for him in Ron's life from now on. It felt just as it did when he had detected the possibility that Tim was dumping him. He tried to play off the ambush against the claiming, but they didn't connect even though the same players were involved. The two claimings started much alike, but after that, what Ron was doing to Cody had nothing to do with Jeremy and Troy. Evan pulled in the driveway, locked the car, walked to the door, letting himself in. He walked into his bedroom, closing the door, pulling off his clothes and walking to the shower. After he'd dried himself off, he pulled on some boxers and crawled under the sheet on his bed. He wouldn't allow himself to question or think, for then he'd have to try to interpret and analyze. He just wanted to go to sleep - pure escape. *** Like the others, Jeremy hadn't noticed when Evan left. They were astounded that Cody and Ron launched an even more intensive second round. Jeremy heard Troy's breath catch as Ron's lovemaking - for that's what it clearly seemed to be - became fevered. Cody was not a passive partner this time, for he'd leaned up, clasping Ron's head, kissing him, licking his ears and neck, running his hands up and down Ron's muscled arms, hunching his ass back on Ron's cock. Jeremy cast a side-glance at Troy to see how he was reacting. Troy's mouth was set in a firm line. Troy pulled away a little roughly and walked over to his clothes, yanking them on in anger. Jeremy caught Kenny's eye and nodded toward their clothes. They both arose soundlessly, walked over to their clothes, and began to dress. Ron and Cody were working hard for a joint climax as their groans and fast breathing announced. Troy walked out, still pulling on his shirt. Kenny and Jeremy followed almost upon his heels. Troy was already driving his car out of the parking lot when they left the building. "What shall we do?" Kenny asked. "You want to go get something to drink?" Jeremy asked, his brow furrowed. "I need to think, and I need your help." "Evan?" Kenny asked. "Yeah," Jeremy spoke softly. "Troy too." *** Ron and Cody had cum three times before they began to reintegrate with their surroundings. Reason began to assert itself when Ron heard Cody ask, "Hey . . . where is everyone?" Only then did they look around, discovering themselves alone. It took Ron a few seconds to take in the significance of the emptiness and silence around them. 'Oh shit! I've screwed up,' he thought. He wouldn't voice that sentiment aloud out of concern for Cody. He soon learned he wouldn't have to. "Damn!" Cody exclaimed. "What came over us, Dad? I think we're in trouble." "Dunno," Ron mumbled. "How much trouble, do you think?" "Troy's gone. . . . Never said a word to me. Shit! I've tuned him out ever since Evan arrived. He'll think I was just waiting for a chance like this to pay him back for shutting me out after his winning shot at the ballgame. Damn!" he cursed vehemently. "Double damn!" he pulled away from Ron walking some distance away, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. He started walking around in circle, gesturing with a hand as though he were addressing someone. Ron knew it was Troy. He didn't have much trouble imagining the dialogue. It would be just as tough to negotiate as the dialogue he'd have to initiate with Evan. He suddenly realized that he'd never seen Cody so agitated. His cool facade was gone. Ron felt sick, realizing that Evan thought he was seeing a reprise of the death of his relationship with Tim. He was angry that one good turn for Cody had produced painful consequences for Evan and Troy. . . . It was a result of the ambush. Evan and he had walked into a situation that initially excited them, but they were also unprepared for it and some of its ramifications. "Cody. . . . Cody . . . Cody! Ron exclaimed. Only then did Cody come to, realizing that Ron was addressing him. "Come over here and sit down. We've got to talk." "I want to talk," Cody said, "but not here. I've got to get out of here." "Where?" Ron asked. "Don't you have a place?" Ron thought a minute. Of course, they could go back to his apartment. Why did he feel vaguely uncomfortable about that? It couldn't be what would happen there. Not much more could happen between him and Cody than what had already occurred. A vague sense of unease told him they shouldn't go to his place. Evan had asked more than once since Ron had arrived in town to visit his apartment, but he'd kept putting Evan off - he always suggested that they go to Evan's home. Evan had started complaining, initially playfully but recently more seriously. Still Evan always acquiesced to his request. "Well?" Cody asked. "Okay. My place it is." *** When Jeremy and Kenny passed the first fast-food establishment, Jeremy pulled in, parked, and the two alighted, walking inside and ordering Cokes and fries. They easily found a table to themselves that late at night. After they'd settled into a booth and had a sip of their Cokes, Jeremy asked, "What the hell happened back there? Everything was moving along just as we'd planned and then all of a sudden it careened out of control!" Kenny knew how upset Jeremy was for two men who were important to him: Troy and Evan. Kenny was upset by Ron's behavior, the man who was his father-in-law's lover and, supposedly, his dad too. Kenny knew he wasn't going to come up with any answers for Jeremy. He understood that his man was in "talk mode," requiring a sympathetic ear, for he was going to work through into some kind of resolution, some kind of action to try to move relationships back on track. Kenny's job as Lover Cub was to support his Lion in that effort. It's why he loved Jeremy, his strength, his caring. He remembered that as soon as Jeremy was freed from worrying about his everyday existence and family problems, he began to open himself to others, making their welfare his concern. It's what literally brought Kenny to Jeremy's bed when Robert had shunned him. Oh yeah, ever since that early meeting months ago when he'd given Jeremy the sketch he'd done of him, Kenny found himself thinking more often about Jeremy. So Kenny knew that morning in Evan's kitchen that Jeremy was going to possess him the way Robert had. He never imagined how much better it was going to be, a reminder that "it's always darkest before dawn." What he had with Jeremy was so much better than what he had had with Robert. He felt constantly how central he was to Jeremy's every heartbeat, every breath. He was now a larger person than he'd been with Robert. He wondered if Jeremy had known back in Evan's kitchen that Kenny wanted it, wanted to belong to Jeremy, wanted Jeremy's innate goodness and strength and kindness. Jeremy began, "I want to do something to help, Kenny. I just don't know what. These are our brothers. I hate it when they're caught up in hurt and unhappiness." Jeremy grabbed some french fries, which he stuffed in his mouth, chewing and thinking. "I can't imagine what was in Ron's mind. I mean - at least Tim kept it out of Evan's face. But here Ron is rubbing it into Troy's and Evan's faces. I might have expected Cody not to catch on." He took a drink of his Coke and then half-heartedly sampled more of his french fries. He stared at Kenny. I don't think either Ron or Cody meant to hurt Evan or Troy. . . . Do you?" "No. Ron loves Evan. He came after Evan. I think he'll be as puzzled as any of us about what happened with them. Cody is attracted to Evan's strength and intelligence and honesty about his feelings for Cody. Cody doesn't want to admit it, but he wouldn't want to lose what Evan gives him." Jeremy studied Kenny silently, playing his comments off against his observations. He slowly started shaking his head in the affirmative. "Yeah, you're right." The pace of his head-shaking picked up a bit. "So what happened tonight between Ron and Cody took everyone by surprise. They couldn't have planned it. All that verbal jousting between them that we've heard the past few weeks means those feelings we saw them acting out tonight were right there simmering under the surface because it took nothing at all to set them boiling." They looked into each other's eyes. "What did your eyes tell you when you looked at them with your 'X-ray vision?'" Kenny giggled. "X-ray vision? I'm not Clark Kent." They both chuckled. "Clark Kent doesn't have your sexy, hairy pits; that thick bush around that fat cock; your poochy ass that melts my insides when I see it and sink my hungry cock into it," Jeremy boasted. "You'd better be careful, or I'll pull you right up here on top of this table and sit on your long, hard dick!" They were both getting horned up. "Back to the issue at hand," Jeremy stated, swiping the back of his hand across his forehead. "I mostly was looking at Troy and you. I realized that you are both Lions. Some kind of strength is shared by you two. It isn't, say, the same color, but it's the same shape. Susan, Evan, and I can direct and shape it, but it's a special bond between you and Troy. How did it feel when you were claiming him?" "It was like we merged somehow, like what he was feeling flowed into me and what I was feeling flowed into him. It was intense. The same as when Ron claimed us." He looked up at Kenny to see if his honesty had hurt, but he saw only love shining forth from those dark eyes. "When you joined Troy and me, I felt a shift in the current. It flowed around and through you. I wonder if Troy felt it too. When you two kissed, I felt its energy spike. I wonder if Evan felt anything like that," he expressed as he raised his eyebrows at Kenny. "I don't think so. Ron and Cody were too wrapped up in each other." "So what did you see when you looked at them?" He saw Kenny's eyes darken and his brow wrinkle a bit. Kenny swallowed. "I couldn't look long. I saw all this emotion swirling around. It was dark, billowy, sparks in it. I couldn't identify what it was, but it had both of them in its grip. It frightened me for them, so I quit looking." Kenny's head had sunk down as he confessed his reaction. Jeremy reached over, gently placing two fingers of his right hand under that shapely chin, lifting it slowly so that their eyes met. "No need to feel guilty, Lover. You were just seeing what was there." They sat in silence for three or four minutes, both minds turned to puzzling over what they could do. "Troy has Susan," Jeremy finally spoke, so he'll have a refuge, someone with whom to mull over what has happened. He'll tell Susan too, and she'll help him. Unless my judgment is totally rotten, Ron and Cody will talk some about what happened to them, so they'll have each other to begin to work toward some understanding." He looked at Kenny. "That leaves Evan," Kenny said softly. "Will he allow us to help him?" Jeremy frowned. "You know what he's thinking. You've seen his stony face when he's facing something bad. When we get home, his bedroom door will be closed, and he'll be dead to the world." "What can we do for him?" Kenny asked. They studied each other. "I think the direct approach won't work this time," Jeremy observed. "If we try to talk to him, he'll tune us out. I think Evan's help needs to come from Ron and Cody." Kenny's eyebrows arched in doubt. "You think we can get those three together?" A rascally grin seized Jeremy's face. "The two of us together can." "How?" Jeremy thought for a bit. "You have to go to Ron and tell him he has to come to our place. Kenny," here he looked forcefully at his lover, "don't invite him. Demand that he go to Evan's. Make it clear that you won't take 'no' for an answer. For Evan's benefit it should be soon. Like tomorrow or the next night." "We have our family dinner the next night, remember?" "Okay. Tomorrow night. I'm going to do the same with Cody." "Any particular reason you assigned me to Ron and you to Cody?" "Ron and you really haven't had a face-down. I know how he feels about you. He'll listen to you, and given what occurred this evening, he won't want to hurt anyone else. By the way, if he is reluctant, look like your feelings are hurt." Kenny laughed. "You're diabolical." Jeremy grinned seductively. "How do you think I captured you, my Cub? The first step I took toward being strong and present was to claim you when we brought you home from that sleazy bar. I held you a good part of the night, feeling your warm body against mine, smelling your scent, caressing your body. You didn't know it, but I did." Kenny's eyes had grown large. "I didn't know. . . .I love you, Jeremy. . . . So why you and Cody?" "For some reason I haven't analyzed, Cody has begun to turn to me in little ways. Remember that he's the one who wanted his hair cut like mine. Asked about Rafe. There have been other little gestures that tell me he wants something deeper between us." "Sex?" "Not that so much although he wouldn't turn that down. You know Cody's a randy beast. Always ready to whip that dick out or turn that ass up." Kenny giggled at the images of Cody Jeremy had conjured. "I have detected it in little questions he's asked me, usually about Troy. I think it has something to do with his sensing a bond between Troy and me. By drawing closer to me, he draws closer to Troy. No matter what happened tonight, I know Cody is in love with Troy." Jeremy thought a moment. "Sad thing is that I don't think Troy recognizes how deep Cody's feelings for him are." "Does Susan?" Jeremy smiled. "Of course - you can't hide anything from our beautiful sister." They both smiled, reveling in their feelings for Susan, which they knew she reciprocated. "Hey!" Jeremy suddenly exclaimed, a smile seizing his face. "One good thing that could come out of this is that Troy may recognize that he has two lovers, Susan and Cody. That's not a bad thing." Kenny nodded in agreement. "And Troy could handle it, letting them both know that one wasn't losing out to the other, that there would be no reason for jealousy. Wow! I just flashed on this image of the three of them in bed together. Wouldn't that be hot?" They both laughed, Jeremy wagging his eyebrows at Kenny. "I'm going to have to watch you, Cub. I think I'm beginning to detect a kinky twist in your personality. You might try to make it a five-way." Kenny giggled, blushing. "Okay, we get them together. Then what happens?" "We have to trust that when they are together, they'll begin talking to each other. Ron and Cody will have talked before we all get together. So Ron will step in and begin to move things along. We both know Evan will say nothing." "Because he thinks it's the Tim deal all over again?" "Yeah. He's not hard to figure out on that point." "Are we going to ask Troy to be there too? Susan?" Jeremy frowned, concentrating. "I don't think so. I think that would be too many people. I think we need to get these people linked again in stages. If we can get the four guys back together again, we then bring Troy in. My gut tells me that's the best strategy to pursue." "It's a plan!" Kenny responded. "So we get them together at your place tomorrow evening?" "Yeah. If that won't work, we'll figure something else out." Jeremy reached across the table, lacing his fingers into those of his hot little lover, who smiled back. "Evan's door will be closed. Want to spend the night." "Evan won't care." "Yeah, but it makes it more exciting - like I'm sneaking you into the dorm." Kenny giggled. "Get me into your bed as fast as you can, Stud." They shot out of the restaurant. *** Since Cody had ridden to the school with Troy, he climbed in Ron's car, and they rode silently to Ron's apartment. On the way, Ron wondered what was in his mind that led him to immerse himself so completely in claiming Cody? The same might be asked of Cody. Something powerful pulled them together. What the hell was it? It blocked Evan from his mind and Troy from Cody's. . . . Could only be a need demanding fulfillment. What need?. . . He loved Evan. He was almost certain Cody needed Troy at least as a brother but probably more. The need that drove him and Cody superseded the need for Evan and Troy. What was it? Would it always be so powerful? Would their other relationships always have to give way to this need? Their respective relationships with Evan and Troy would be doomed if that were the case. Or was it a need that had to be satisfied prior to Evan and Troy, such that the need for them would once again be paramount when this need had been satisfied? Because they had reached Ron's building, they alighted from the car, entered the front doors, and climbed the stairs to Ron's apartment. Once inside, Ron told Cody he'd get them some juice. Cody pulled off his jacket and flopped down on the curved sectional sofa, staring at his feet. When Ron had handed Cody his drink, he sat down on the sofa. "Cody, what were you feeling when we were having sex?" Cody stared at him for a bit, remembering. "Terrific. It didn't feel only like we were only having sex. It was more than that." "Was it the same or a different feeling when you and Troy have had sex?" "Again, we don't just have sex. We have more. Well . . . I do anyway." He thought for a bit. "What I was feeling with and for you was different from what I feel with Troy." "What do you feel with Troy?" "I love him. I belong to him. He belongs to me. We complete each other, like the Ying and Yang." "Are you attracted to him as a brother or a lover?" Cody sighed for a minute, looking away. "I regard him as a lover; I think he regards me as a brother." He paused. "I want to be more to him, but I just haven't seen any signs that that's the case. I think Evan means more to him than I do." Ron decided to let the last remark slide for a bit. "But you didn't regard me as a lover?" Cody was thinking harder, recovering past moments. Ron wasn't certain he was ever going to answer. "No, not as a lover." "As what then?" Cody thought longer this time. "I can't find the words to match my feelings." To move things along, Ron made a request: "Tell me about your dad?" "Huh?" "Describe your dad to me." "What's that got to do with this?" "Just humor me, okay?" Cody sighed, looking back down at his feet. "It may sound mean, but there's not much to describe." Ron waited, knowing that Cody would eventually move fully into the request. "My dad's just been there. He's Dad. That's it." "Don't you guys do things together?" "No." "I wonder why not?" Cody stared at him. "Please, Cody. Did your dad play games with you when you were little?" "No." "Since you're so good at basketball, he must have taught you the game." "No." "To fish? Hunt? Drive?" "No. None of that." "Why not, do you think?" Ron remained silent for a long while, indicating that he wouldn't speak again until Cody replied. "All my uncles except one are like that. My Granddad's like that. . . . now that I think about it. I guess that means he didn't do those things with my dad either." "Does your dad tell you stories about when he was young? Tell you about his life?" "Not really. I don't think he had much of a life." "What does he spend his time doing?" Ron asked, trying to filter frustration out of his tone. "Working, working, working, reading, watching TV." "Reading what? Watching what?" "Reading westerns and watching sports." "You don't read westerns or watch sports with him?" "No. I don't think he'd welcome it." Ron's intuition that started him down this line of questioning had grown stronger. "Do you remember what you called me when we were shocked to discover ourselves alone?" More thought. "Oh," he exclaimed, a little surprised. "I called you 'Dad.' I wonder why I did that?" "You tell me. Answer your own question, Cody. It's time." "What? You're telling me that I wanted you as my dad. I've got a dad who's not worth a lot in the 'dad' department. Why do I need another? Besides, I used to tease you about being an old man." "Ye-e-e-e-e-s," Ron slowly stated. "Aw, come on. You mean 'old man' as in 'dad?' That answer is too pat." Silence ensued for a time. "How did you feel when Evan adopted Jeremy?" "Well I'm not jealous of Jeremy if that's what you believe. I was happy for them. What else do you want me to say?" Ron decided it was time for another tack. "Want to know what I felt with you this evening?" Cody suddenly became wary, his eyes narrowing. Ron could almost see his body subtly adjust as though to receive a blow. Ron forced himself to go deep down, down, down, down inside his feelings. There he discovered that his feelings for Evan were different from his feelings for Cody. They weren't the same at all. Love - yes, but not the same kind of love. He loved Cody. However, he was IN love with Evan. That was it! Cody had called him "Dad." He knew how he loved Cody. Now how could they make this clear to Evan and Troy? *** The next morning before class, a somber Evan was lining up stacks of handouts he'd gotten back from the Copy Center for his classes that day. He still felt bruised and subdued from the disclosures that he'd shared with Alan Frazier and even more from those of last night's ambushes and claimings. The death of too many things in such a short time? He actively avoided visiting that part of his history. Instead, he revisited the intuition he'd had driving to school that morning. He'd arisen on autopilot, feeling nothing, trying to shut out memories that pounded on the door of his consciousness that he had determined not to let in, for they would crush him with past defeats. While he'd been sitting at a stoplight, he'd suddenly realized that it would be precipitous to imagine that what had happened last night necessarily meant that he was going to experience another break-up like the one with Tim. Circumstances definitely didn't look good, but he wouldn't allow himself to rush to judgment, to imagine that Ron had found something better in Cody. He'd just wait - remain in idle, so to speak, like his car was idling at the stoplight. It wasn't his responsibility to make it all work out for everyone. It had started with Ron and Cody, so they had to have an opportunity to come to terms with it themselves before dealing with others. He immediately felt a ratcheting down of his internal state - less tension, stress, worry. He'd just wait. 'I think you are growing up,' he heard that smart-ass voice opine. Evan occasionally looked up to observe students entering the classroom and interacting. It was usually one of the more enjoyable moments of the day. They didn't have a clue about the parental dynamic that imbued this important activity for Evan. He detected whatever mood had this or that student in its grasp, and he could often gauge what dynamics would play out in the classroom that day. Still, he knew he'd have to push himself in class to approach anything close to being an engaging teacher this day. Troy and Susan had entered, Troy looking as grave as a judge. He wondered if it had anything to do with Ron and Cody's pronounced preference for each other last night. Susan scanned Evan's face, reading the signs she saw there with no emotional reaction on her own part. Evan wished wistfully for a sign from her, something telling him he was still worth something to someone. There it was! A smile. Twinkling eyes. Kenny arose from his desk and walked over to Susan's desk. He slid an arm around Susan's waist. 'Well, that little caballero is becoming quite the charmer,' Evan thought. "Hey, Little Brother," he heard Susan greet Kenny. "Hey, Sis," Kenny responded with a smile that Evan noticed was becoming powerful enough to catch others' attention - Kenny's version of Troy's dimples. Kenny slid another arm around Troy. "Hey, Big Bro." "Li'l Bro," Troy replied, looping an arm around Kenny and pulling him into a hug that lasted longer than usual. One brother comforting another? Troy wasn't smiling, however. After the bell and checking the roll, Evan started the students into group work over a short story in which the students were to identify elements of foreshadowing and then link those to possible themes in the short story, all with an eye toward students' understanding where an author was leading them. Evan couldn't help wondering if he'd missed any foreshadowing of what had happened last night between Ron and Cody. He certainly had been blind to any with Tim. The larger goal was to understand when one was being led and the possible goals of someone's leading them. It was a productive class period, with almost all of the students speaking at some point about what they perceived and their reaction to these dynamics. Then there was Tony Francini. Since Jeremy's reception, Tony had been watchful of Evan. Evan supposed Tony was trying to assess how ticked off he was about Tony's blurting out to Jared and Valerie that Evan had had romantic dinners in the alcove at Francini's restaurant. It was the very reason Evan had known he wouldn't show up with Alan at Francini's. A flash of insight told him that Angela, Tony's girlfriend, who'd overheard Evan's remark that Francini's would not be a good place for a serious discussion, would never tell Tony what she'd heard. She'd protect him from any bad feelings. Probably LeKeisha had told Tony about Evan's remark. In any case, Tony was especially active in the class discussion - in an attempt to redeem himself, Evan thought. Tony's contributions in class were more likely to be those of a court jester, but today he was being quite the scholar. Evan was impressed, knowing that he would have to acknowledge that and encourage more of it. Beth Walker had pointed to the narrator's shifting readers' attention to a stained glass window near where a character in the story, a European veteran of World War II, was sitting in a church. The stained-glass window depicted the Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane. Evan had asked Greg Dunwoodie to share his impression of what that juxtaposition of character and image told readers. He just shook his head no. Ordinarily, that was a challenge for Evan, leading to more focused questions to draw a student into the discussion. Evan would not usually allow any student to opt out of class deliberations. But he knew that Greg had to be handled differently since he and Ross had broken up. Tony jumped in to point out the link with the central character's looking up and studying the window, experiencing intense loneliness in the face of an immutable, desperate future. "An astute, scholarly observation, Mr. Francini, and somewhat out of character for you. We are indebted to you for your insight. May we encourage you to lead us more often down these lines of thought?" "Huh?" Tony responded dumbly. Giggles fluttered around the room. He had understood every nuance of Evan's remarks. He was bringing the jester back into class discussion. No way was he going to be caught being complimented for being a highbrow. No way would he allow anyone to take him seriously. Evan knew how to trump him. He looked Tony right in the eyes. "Thank you, Tony. Thank you for sharing your gift of intelligence with us, a light you've kept buried under a bushel." Tony colored, the first time Evan could remember seeing his face infused with red. "But watch him, guys," Evan warned the class. "Don't allow him to sell you a used car or a time-share on Mars, a planet he often frequents." The laughter was uproarious. In that moment, when Tony and Evan looked at each other, they merged - perfect buddies. Both Tony and Evan turned at the same time to include Angela, who beamed at her man, Tony. Just before dismissing the class, Evan asked Paul Hartford and Beth to chat with him for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Evan saw Tony pause in putting his notebook and textbook back in his book bag. When Beth and Paul arrived together at Evan's desk, he mentioned quietly that at Jeremy's adoption reception, he had clumsily caused Greg to divulge his break-up with Ross Brownlee. Evan sketched their brief conversation, asking if they were aware of these events. The concern was immediate on both their faces. "I knew something had been wrong for a long time," Beth answered, looking over at Paul, "but we're still getting to know each other. I didn't want to pry." "I'd hoped he'd tell us what was wrong," Paul added. "But he never did. I even dropped hints, inviting him to talk about Ross, but he wouldn't. I never imagined something this bad had happened." "I think he needs some close friends now," Evan explained. He's beating up on himself instead of blaming Fate. Anything you guys could do to help him would be marvelous. I'm only telling you this because I didn't think you knew. As you noticed in class today, he was one of the few who just didn't engage in our discussion. That's not Greg. He's capable of assuming a productive role, but he's just shut down. Who can blame him? I'd like to figure out how to invite that Greg back into the classroom, not to mention our lives. Maybe you guys could give some advice." "We'll invite him out with us this weekend," Beth commented. "We'll make certain he goes with us too," Paul added. "Maybe we can go clubbing where there will be some men that will at least get him looking again," he said, looking at Beth to confirm what he'd suggested. Beth nodded her agreement. Evan thanked them, telling them that he'd be eager to hear their take on circumstances in Greg's life. *** After Cody left his apartment last night, Ron had resolved to seek Evan out at his first opportunity at school to see if they could go out to dinner to talk, but he'd been cornered immediately with students needing help with their spring semester lab projects. Then Mary Ellen Branson, the head of the Science Department, suddenly called a meeting for after classes, so it appeared that he wouldn't connect with Evan any time soon. In one sense, he was relieved because he still hadn't figured out how to present convincingly what he and Cody had discovered. In another sense, he knew that the more time that elapsed between Evan's and his talking, the more Evan would convince himself that it was over for them. Troy had been distant in class this morning, arriving right at the bell and hustling out of the room after class. He'd refused to make eye contact with Ron. The unmistakable conclusion? Troy was angry with Cody and him. Who could blame Troy? Ron still couldn't quite believe that they had so completely tuned everything and everyone out. It bothered Ron deeply that he'd been controlled by a force he couldn't even name at the time of the claiming. His analytical mind balked at the very idea. He was glad that Cody and he had returned to his apartment to talk. It had allowed them to fumble their way to understanding what they had felt toward each other and what had happened with them. They now understood it completely. Yet their account of the claimings seemed a pathetic defense. Of course, it wasn't. But could they, for the good of all, lead the others to the same understanding? After Chem Lab, Ron called Byron Okata up to his desk. "Did I do something wrong?" Byron asked, a little apprehensively. "Do you know Sherry Westbrook?" Ron asked, smiling to reassure Byron. "I know who she is. A freshman, blond, cute, petite." Ron's smile widened. Shy as he was, Byron wasn't missing some of the more important points around him. "Yes. She's in my General Science class. She's having some problems with lab work. I wanted to suggest to her that you might be willing to tutor her, but I wanted to talk to you first." Ron nearly laughed out loud as he saw Byron lurch ever so slightly. "I have enough students in my classes who need a little one-on-one that I'm going to fall behind soon if I don't have some help. That's why I'm turning to you. We both know that you're attuned to lab work. You're beginning to develop a mindset and talent for it. Perhaps you're too busy?" "When would I tutor her? If it's for a lab, wouldn't we have to be in here?" "You two would work that out. I could arrange for you two to meet in here if you both had the same free period and there's no class in here. Or you could meet here right after school. I usually stay late setting up the next day's labs, trying to get ahead of classroom studies for the next day, or grading lab reports or tests. I think we could work around any problems that might exist." Byron's eyes grew wider. Ron choked back a laugh, which came out sounding rather like a suppressed belch. He knew Byron's synapses were shooting a lot of energy to his sexual system. Little beads of sweat appeared just above his upper lip. Ron knew Byron's cock was growing hard. However, Byron answered casually, "I guess I could spare a little time. I work at my parents' business sometimes after school, but I could probably stay a little later some afternoons after school to help out a fellow student." Ron was certain Byron's parents would forbid him to come to work if they knew he was interested in a young woman. "If you could talk to Sherry and get back to me tomorrow or the next day, we could make this happen. Sherry isn't lacking in intelligence; she just needs some help. She's a little, overwhelmed freshman right now. She doesn't believe in herself very much. Wants to go to nursing school, so she knows she has to complete the entire science sequence. But I notice her looking awfully defeated. I bet you could show her that she can actually develop a mind for science. She just needs someone to believe in her, coach her, give her some tips and suggestions. I know you're the man." Finally, at last, a smile quirked at the corners of Byron's mouth. 'Wow,' thought Ron, 'this guy is hard to move!' "Okay, I'll talk to Sherry. You'll hear from us." "Just remember, Byron - you're not only helping her with learning. You're helping her believe in herself. Think you can accomplish those two objectives?" "I can do that." As Byron turned to leave, Ron checked the front of Byron's Dockers. Yeah, there was a bulge there. Byron was on the prowl! When Byron was out the door and well down the hall, Ron laughed with glee. He wanted this to work out for Byron and Sherry academically and socially. He hoped Evan would approve. Now why did he need Evan's approval for linking up two students? He mulled that question a bit. It wasn't Evan's approval he wanted. Whoa! After last night, he hoped to regain the level of approval he had enjoyed previously. Before the ambush, Evan was holding back because he was half expecting Ron to bolt to someone else. There was no question then that he'd messed things up while he was claiming Cody. It actually hurt inside when he thought about what Evan was thinking after the claimings. But Ron knew that persistence would open Evan up, as he would open up to Evan. Then they would be so close they could think together without words. He wanted Evan to see that he was just as devoted to students, that this was an inclination they shared. The only question now was deciding to tell Evan or letting him find out on his own. He mulled that over too. Better to let him find out, especially since events after the ambush. Ron had linked Byron and Sherry for an academic reason first. Telling Evan outright might suggest a different motive. Yeah, better to let Evan find it out. Besides, it would be interesting to see what barb Evan might send his way. Gee, if it started verbal fisticuffs, Ron would have to carry Evan off to subjugate him with sex. He could hardly wait for that to happen again. He'd busied himself with paperwork at his desk when he sensed he wasn't alone. He looked up, smiling to see Kenny standing just a few feet from his desk, a little tentative but grinning. He arose, holding out his arms, into which Kenny shot. Oh, how good it felt to embrace this sweet Cub, especially in light of the load of apprehension he'd been carrying all day. He liked enclosing bodies smaller than his in his arms. Had to be something primal. "Dad," Kenny whispered. "Son," he whispered back. They stood like that, hugging each other for at least half a minute. Then they pulled back together. "How's Evan?" Kenny shrugged his shoulders. "You were in class with him this morning, right?" "Yes. He was very quiet. Not his usual energetic self. Well, he zinged Tony Francini once - kind of like he used to zing Jeremy." "Oh?" Ron asked, feeling a glimmer of hope. "He wasn't super down?" "I don't know what he was feeling, but he wasn't like he was after he found out about Tim if that's what you mean." Maybe there was a chance! Maybe Evan would listen if he could explain what he and Cody had discovered. "How bad was it last night for Troy and Evan, do you think?" Kenny looked him squarely in the eyes. "Really bad," he spoke with some vinegar. "Tell me what I didn't catch last night." "Did you see me making it good for Jeremy and Cody when their claiming was going on?" Ron shook his head slowly in the negative. "But you were imitating every move Jeremy made in claiming Troy." "I glanced over at the beginning. But I was so absorbed in Cody that I forgot everything else." "You didn't know that Evan followed my lead and made love to you from the back, licking you and nibbling on you and eating your ass?" Ron suddenly felt something cold around his heart. "You guys had a three-way then?" "No, it was a claiming, but Jeremy acknowledged me by kissing me, and then Troy and I kissed too." "Evan saw this?" Kenny answered a little impatiently, "Yes. He watched us, and he tried to participate with Cody and you. But you guys ignored him." Ron's face set. He felt the pain to his core. He hoped it was greater than what Evan had felt. He spoke in a quiet monotone, "At what point did he leave?" "You guys had cum once, but you started up again. It was clear that you didn't even know Evan was there," Kenny said accusatorially. "You shut him out. You aren't going to ask me if it hurt him, are you? Because you know it did. He got up, dressed, and left without looking back at anyone. When the three of us realized what was happening with you two, Troy followed Evan. He was mad. Jeremy and I followed Troy. When we got home last night, Evan was in his bedroom with the door shut." "I didn't know he was with Cody and me," Ron nearly whispered, looking at the floor. "That's bad. How do I nullify the message my behavior sent Evan?" he looked at Kenny. "Actually, that's why I'm here," Kenny remarked. "Could you come to Evan's home this evening? Jeremy and I think it would do all of us good to talk about what happened last night." "Cody will be there too?" "Yes, Jeremy is asking him right now." "You've got a date hotshot. What time?" *** Jeremy had to wait until lunch to connect with Cody. He was sitting alone in a corner of the cafeteria, picking at his food. He didn't smile when Jeremy walked over, putting his tray on the table and sitting down. "Hi Cody." "Jeremy. . . .You here to bawl me out?" "Do you need bawling out?" Cody snorted with contempt. "Well, at least you're talking to me. That's more than I can say for Troy." "You tried to talk to him this morning?" "Tried and failed. . . . Shut me out. . . . Course, you'll remind me that that's what Ron and I did to all of you last night." "I'm sorry, Cody. I know how important Troy is to you." "It's not big deal." "Cody, you're in love with Troy. It's one of the biggest deals in your life." Jeremy was amazed upon seeing tears spring to Cody's eyes. He'd never seen Cody cry before. Cody's head dropped forward, allowing his hair to fall down, hiding his face. Jeremy slid his hand over Cody's, squeezing it. "Doesn't have to be this way, Cody." He was silent, finally sniffling before raising his head, his eyes glittering. "I wonder now if I threw myself into making love with Ron to punish Troy for not being in love with me. For shutting me out after the winning basket at the ballgame. I've been frustrated that Troy doesn't recognize that I'm in love with him. But I don't think that was my motive." "Let's find out. Kenny and I want you to come to my place tonight Ron and Evan will be there with us. We can get this issue resolved among you two and Evan. Then you will be on stronger footing to approach Troy. You will have talked your way through it once, so you'll have answers for Troy. How about it?" Cody stared at Jeremy. "Come on, Bro. You aren't walking into an armed camp. Everyone there loves you, including Evan. You know that." Are you kidding?" he laughed sarcastically. "Evan has to be hating me right now. Whatever he thinks he saw, he just got up and walked out. He didn't even say anything to you." "I think he dressed first, Jeremy stated, smiling. Irritated by the reply, Cody frowned. "You are special to Evan, Cody. Ever since he broke up that fight between Jarod Paine and you, he's felt connected to you. I know because he asked me questions about you. You astonished him when you went to bed with him right there with your date and the other kids in the sunroom. He thought he was dreaming all that. You see, don't you, that he wasn't disturbed to dream that you were conquering him in sex? He'd had plenty of fantasies about you before that, so a dream in which you made love to him was plausible." Cody stared at Jeremy. A soft "oh" was his response. "When you wanted him to fuck you, it blew his mind. He never imagined he was that important to you. He copped your cherry, Cody. You will forever be special to him." "Special enough for him to understand?" "Understand what?" "What Ron and I discovered last night when we talked about our behavior." "I think we can make that happen. We love you. We just want to help. Come over tonight. Please? Have you a better option?" Cody sighed. "What time?" *** It was the second day after the ambush. Evan had managed to shut his memories down and to focus on his classes. He was proud of his control, for it was a struggle. He lived so much in his mind that it even felt a little foreign to keep the issues from the claimings at bay. He thought it strange that Jeremy had said so little about it. Maybe it was due to Jeremy's and Kenny's stumbling into the kitchen the morning after, clad only in their briefs, which Evan was willing to bet had just been pulled on. They both wandered over to hug and kiss him, smelling like a brothel. "Hm-m-m-m-m. It smells as though the Lion and the Cub have been mating." Jeremy snorted out a little laugh. Kenny blushed. "We were acting out a scenario in which a son sneaks a lover past the parents' bedroom late at night for a carnal romp," Jeremy explained, ending with a leer. "Ou-u-u-u-u-u," Evan voiced. "I don't want to hear anymore. You'll horn me up when I'm all ready for school." Both the boys had snickered. That was hours ago. Evan wondered what they had planned for the evening. He had a vague sense that there were several tasks in which he ought to be engaging, but he allowed his mind to turn from that. This would be a good evening to lose himself in grading. Jeremy wasn't home. Perhaps he was at work. So after soup and a sandwich and a glance at the evening newspaper, Evan settled in the study to tackle a set of essays. He hadn't completed grading many when he heard Jeremy and Kenny arrive home. They didn't come down the hall to Jeremy's room as Evan had expected. Must have settled in the sunroom. After only a short time, he heard a knock on the front door. He decided to let the boys get it. "Hey Ron," he heard Jeremy greet the unexpected visitor. Evan's shoulders slumped. Was he ready for this? Well, he guessed he'd have to be. Jeremy stuck his head in the door of the study. "Dad, Ron's here. Would you please come out to talk with us?" Just then another knock sounded on the front door. 'Oh no,' Evan thought, 'this discussion can't occur with others present.' Suddenly he realized that that might not be a bad thing. He could just sit and say nothing. He arose and left the study. As he stepped into the living room, he was surprised to see Cody. 'Oh,' he thought, his mind working more slowly than usual. Jeremy and Kenny had engineered this. Okay. They were assuming leadership to try to resolve issues for the welfare of the group. He immediately felt a pain in his gut. He hoped desperately that no disclosure like that about Tim and Alan would come forth. "Hey Cody, come on in the sunroom. Ron's there. Here's Dad." Evan nodded at Cody, who nodded back. Evan followed Jeremy and Cody to the sunroom. He caught Ron's gaze scanning him. Evan felt his confidence diminish. He was just about to step down into the sunroom when another knock sounded at the front door. He looked questioningly at Jeremy, who had a puzzled look on his face. Evan turned and walked to the front door. When he opened the door, Troy was standing there with a suitcase in his hand, a faint smile on his face. "Is there any room in the inn, the inn that takes in guys who've been kicked out of their homes?" "Troy, I'm sorry," Evan replied. "You always have a place here. Come in." As Troy started to step inside, Evan took the suitcase from his hand, for he knew that when this visitor spotted Cody, he might turn right around and walk out. Troy suddenly spied Cody and Ron. As I expected, he started to turn away. Kenny, who had anticipated what Troy might do, shot out of the sunroom, throwing his arms around Troy and burying his face between Troy's pecs, blocking a departure. His sudden hug made Troy lean down and hug him back, but he was confused too. Catching onto the quick interplay, Jeremy arose and strode forcefully over to Troy and clapped his arms about him as he too flattened his body against Troy with the soft greeting, "Bro." (To be continued.) Sorry for the delay, folks. More travel, including a conference in San Francisco. That was fun!

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Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 16:00:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Evan Bradley Subject: Chapter 18 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EBradley33@Excite.com Chapter 18 Illusions and Innocence Destroyed After I'd retreated to my bedroom, I fell into bed, pulling the covers over my head. I wanted to be comatose. I must have dozed, for I jerked awake when I heard the daters telling Kenny good-bye as they were leaving to take Melanie home. Kenny came to my door, knocking softly. "Evan, please open the door." I just couldn't. I would have behaved badly--badly by my standards anyway. After a bit, he moved on down the hall. I must have had another catnap, for I heard a car in the drive. Not long after that, a car door slammed, and Jeremy entered the front door. He came to my door immediately, listening. He knocked lightly, waiting a while. He tried to turn the doorknob. When it wouldn't turn, he moved off to his bedroom. I could hear murmurs from the bedroom before sleep overtook me. Kitchen noises awakened me, telling me the guys were preparing their breakfast. I pulled the pillow over my head and fell asleep again. A ringing phone awakened me. I wasn't going to answer it. I heard a voice murmuring to the phone, but sleep overtook me. I was awakened by the phone ringing again, but I continued to lie in bed. I wasn't getting up, hoping that I'd go back to sleep again. It was a "weasel" escape, but I didn't care. I heard someone answer the phone. Shortly, Jeremy came into the kitchen. "It was Susan again, wanting to know if Evan had come out of his bedroom. She's worried that he will be mad at her for not telling him about Tim and the boyfriend." So it WAS a boyfriend. I guess Jeremy didn't realize that I could hear him even though the door was closed. "Why is she so worried?" "Haven't you noticed that Evan and Susan almost read each other's mind? All they have to do is look at each other and they communicate more than you and I could in five minutes of talking. Kinda strange but nice too." "I knew they were close. We saw it that day when Evan started crying before class. When Susan went to Evan's desk after class and put her hand over Evan's and said something to him, I knew they must be really good friends. . . . . Did she say what we should do?" Kenny asked. "She wondered if she and Troy should come over to talk about getting Evan out of his bedroom. I told her we ought to wait a while. Evan needs time to deal with what he heard." "Did Melanie realize that she had spilled the beans?" asked Kenny. "She knew something was wrong. She asked about it when we took her home, but Susan just glossed it over. I think it worked." "What are we going to do, Jeremy?" "What Evan would do: give him time and space. Let him know that we are in his corner, that all he has to do is ask and we are there for him. I don't know what else can be done right now." "Have you noticed that the same thing that happened to me is happening to Evan?" "Yah. Do you think that will put you in a good position to help him?" Kenny snickered. "Evan Halsey allowing anyone to help him?" Jeremy laughed too. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I guess that's the problem with expecting that he will ask for help. He won't. He'll suffer in silence." "I know what he's lying in there thinking. He's trying to figure out what caused Tim to reject him for the blond guy. Doesn't that guy have a name?" Jeremy just shrugged his shoulders. "Once she hears about it, maybe from LaKeisha, LaRonda will know it before sunrise the next day." They chuckled. She would! Kenny continued, "By now Evan has thought of a long list of personal defects that he thinks made Tim turn off. I can figure out what he has decided many of them are. He thinks that he was a little something on the side for Tim. Evan thinks he came up short in what Tim wanted in a lover--youth and good looks. He can't see how to make himself better. He doesn't even think he'll try. It makes no difference anyway; no one will be interested in him." "That sounds like a description of you too, Kenny, after you and Robert parted," Jeremy observed astutely. "We didn't part. He dumped me," Kenny remonstrated. "Now you know how I know what Evan is feeling." A period of silence ensued. Kenny started speaking again: "It would have been better for Evan if Tim had taken up with someone Evan's age instead of someone our age. I know he's thinking he's a loser because he's older than this new guy. There's no way he can win the youth game. That's why he's not opening the door. He's trying to figure out how to create the Evan who will come out here to behave as though his very person has not been rejected. But it could be worse: he may try to come out here as though Tim never existed." "Yeah, that's big-scale denial. It will make him look silly, and it will only delay his getting over Tim," Jeremy observed. Evan's done so much for me, means so much to me, that I feel guilty I'm not doing more for him." "Ditto," Jeremy seconded. "Even more than that, I owe him a lot for what I did to him. So I'm thinking just as hard as you about what I can do. I hate it that this happened when he is recovering from the fall down the stairs. . . . I guess you know I shoved Evan down the stairs?" "Yeah." "I really wasn't intending to hurt him. I am still shocked that I did that. . . . Do many kids know?" "Only a few. They know you didn't want to hurt Evan. You and Evan clicked so well in class that they knew you weren't out to harm him." "He's changed my whole world, my future. I wish I could save him from all of this." "I wonder if we could do that?" "What do you mean?" "I'm not certain. I need to think about it." "After all the kids he's helped, it would be a shame if he behaved differently than he has been encouraging them to behave," Jeremy observed. "Can you see Evan doing that?" "Nah. He really cares for us, you know." Silence. "Why do you think he locked his door and won't open it?" Jeremy asked. "Embarrassment. Hurt too," Kenny offered. "Why embarrassment?" "I'm not certain, but you know that Evan is a proud man. . . . If he ever sees this blond guy Tim is involved with, he'll probably beat himself up more because he'll think he will never look that good. It's hard to compete if you think you lack good looks. I'd probably still have Robert now if I had them." "I can't believe what I am hearing," Jeremy exclaimed. "Why? I'm not good-looking like you." "Man, how you could think that? Don't you know how attractive you are?" "Oh yeah, says the tall hunk who can command any date he wants among all the women in school--except for Susan, that is." "Maybe that isn't what I want." I could hear his voice moving closer to Kenny as he spoke. "Maybe I want you." I didn't hear anything for a while. Then a faint noise as though a kiss were being broken off. "Come on. Let's go to the bedroom." I heard them moving down the hall. Silence. They are so lucky! I felt myself falling asleep. .......... Later I awoke again. The house was quiet. I lay there staring at the ceiling. Jeremy and Kenny must still be making love, or they had gone somewhere. My bet was on the former. In a way, it was the best thing that could have happened to both of them. Jeremy needed to make some kind of overt contribution to someone's life. He also needed to lead, to be a top, to continue to develop the gains he had made in the past week. Kenny needed another protector, champion. I was happy for them, but once again, I felt that I had been left behind just as Tim had left me. I hadn't felt this lonely since the divorce. Kenny knew so much that had already run through my head. Our similar situations made us of the same mind. But unlike Kenny, for me it wasn't that Tim was involved with someone else as Robert had been involved with Lisa. I knew that Kenny smarted that Robert now was passionate with Lisa, made love to her, celebrating how much better sex with her was than with Kenny, making Kenny a loser on yet another level. It was the curse that always attended rejection, I realized. I had been of a different mind when I was talking to Kenny--before it had happened to me. Good thing I wasn't talking to Kenny now. "Would you open this perspective to Kenny now?" that inner voice asked? Immediately, Katherine Mansfield's short story "The First Ball" leapt to mind. A young damsel who has come of age is attending her first ball. As a strangely discordant note in the story, a middle-aged cynic dances with the young woman. While they dance, he rips away her innocent illusions about the excitement, beauty, and romance of her first adult social occasion. A nonphysical rape that leaves one enraged at the callous cruelty of the man! At the end of the story, the damsel's spirit is dead. I could never be so arrogant as to strip innocence away before nature and circumstance were ready to gently and benignly disclose an appropriate level of reality. "Well Evan, there's something to celebrate--you're not so far gone that you would behave despicably," that inner voice said. "Gee, thanks loads," I heard me reply mentally. "I just feel all better now." I could be snotty too. But what about Tim? I had justified Jeremy's and my making love by reminding myself that Tim and I had not, at that point, decided on an exclusive relationship. I wasn't going to be a hypocrite now and move to a different standard for Tim. That left only a few possibilities. Tim was a trophy collector who reveled in being involved with as many lovers as possible? . . . . No, that wasn't Tim. So that left the most painful alternative. The young blond guy was both more attractive and younger than I, and if he were better in those ways, then he was probably better many other ways too, ways I didn't want to think about--better in bed, more lovable and loving, exciting, interesting--I didn't want to go down this road! I was also suffering from the realization that the promise for happiness I felt Tim represented was totally gone. All the possibilities that put a sparkle in my eye, that made my heart beat faster, that made music sound better, that made me more attuned to people, that made me feel I had really turned my life around were gone with Tim. I had nothing to which I could look forward. I rolled over. So why did Tim even get involved with me? I was so stupid and arrogant in thinking Tim was uninvolved. . . . That altercation in the lobby between him and me? . . . . I must have challenged him by walking away, and he couldn't let the challenge go unanswered. . . . That was it. It wasn't anything romantic. He was going to get the last word in, the winning gesture. Could even have had a sexual element to it--conquer through sex. I could see Tim's masculinity operating just that way. I remembered the pleasure I derived from giving Robert and even Kenny power over me during the ambushes. Now I realized that I had never given Tim such power, nor had he sought it. We seemed more competitors for power. There were mythic dynamics in my relationship with Robert and Kenny, but not, I suddenly realized, with Tim. I'd been asleep at the wheel, not recognizing all of these warnings. My only defense was that I thought our relationship so new that we would eventually reach those decision points. I realized that for Tim, there was no future for us. Just dalliance. His future lay with the blond boy. Tim rather reminded me of the cynical man at the ball. Tim's behavior after the accident? . . . He was just sucked in by circumstance. So why the love-making in the hospital room? . . . . No, that wasn't love-making. That was sex-making. . . . He had every excuse in the world to do nothing but pay a duty call; he wasn't even obliged to do that. Was it just that sex in the hospital room was kinky enough that he wanted to try it? . . . . But he didn't get off, so what was he getting out of it? Maybe Tim was motivated more by the moment that I thought. I remembered now all the meetings he had in the late afternoons or evenings during those times. Maybe many of those meetings were with his young Lothario. Oh, that might explain his shaving me and sucking me off in the hospital: he was going to see the blond boy, so it was a warm up. So why come to my house and claim me in front of Jeremy? I had to think a while about that. . . . Of course--territoriality. I had told him Jeremy was moving in. Jeremy had confessed to Tim that we had had sex. Tim himself was turned on by youth--to wit, the young blond guy, so Jeremy could loom as a threat to what Tim regarded as his preserve. And if he was super competitive, he would want to demonstrate to Jeremy that he was the lead male who could counter him anytime. Tim was just reclaiming his territory. . . . . Something there didn't quite ring true, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I wondered if Jeremy turned Tim on. . . . So did the other night when we had "phony sex" rank as just a lark, something just unusual enough that it turned him on? Surely that was it. Between the blond and me, it was clear who really held Tim's heart. What was Tim going to do if he got the job in the state capital? It must be a struggle to go off and leave the blond boy. That possibility had to be an unwelcome prospect. Unless in Tim's thinking it were only a youth issue. If it were, Tim could replace the blond boy easily in the state capital. I heard a light knocking at my door. No. I wasn't ready yet to face anyone. It sounded again. Then nothing. I'd been dumped by a wife for someone she thought was better. I'd been dumped demonstrably by a father for not meeting his standards. Now I'd been dumped by the first guy I'd been serious about after the divorce because I wasn't good enough. This was not a record encouraging one to hold up his head! I wished I could hibernate. "Get over it!" I heard that interior voice say. "There's more life to live, and you aren't doing that lying here." In the deepest recesses of my mind I hurled an imprecation at that voice that was such a scathing put-down that I wouldn't even allow it in the forefront of my thought. The voice was silent after that. .......... I must have dozed again for the sound of the front door opening and quiet voices awakened me. The voices moved into the sunroom, where they became murmurs. It must be late afternoon, for the shadows outside my bedroom windows were deep. It felt as though lead ran in my veins. I had to move, so I sat up on the side of the bed by the bedroom windows, looking outside, wishing I were someplace else. Then I put my head in my hands. I really didn't want to think anything. I was tired of thought. Tired of feeling. Tired of analyzing when it did no good anyway, when it was going to change nothing. No wonder Kenny went to the dive looking for quick, immediate sex. I felt that desperation to cover over the hurt, to make it stop. I wanted so much to return to that sense of balance so integral to who I am. That balance was gone; I felt its absence intensely. Damn, I hoped I didn't have to sit around a long time waiting for that to return. I heard rustling outside my bedroom windows. Must be a bird in the bushes there. Autumn had dried the leaves enough that it didn't take much to make them rustle. I glanced up. Jeremy looking in the window at me! I felt ridiculous. I let my head drop back into my hands. Jeremy tapped on the window. "Evan, are you okay? I looked up and shook my head that I was okay. "We're worried," his voice sounding muffled by the glass, rather as in a dream. I just waved my hand like "It's okay. You can go away." "We're fixing something for you to eat. Will you come out and eat something? Please . . . for us? Don't shut us out." Damn. He was good at cajoling. He was clever enough to know which of my buttons to push, the little rat. "I'll grab a bath first," I said as I pointed to the bathroom and reached for my crutches. I arose and went to the bathroom. I decided I wouldn't shave. "A little act of rebellion?" that interior voice asked. Well, the voice was back and was not taking me seriously. I bathed. I wished the house were empty so I didn't have to face anyone. I dressed. Made the bed. Then went to the door, putting my forehead against it. I really didn't want to leave the bedroom. "Evan," the interior voice said, in a serious tone, "Don't go out there like death warmed over. Those kids are worried, they're reaching out, they want to help you. You've messed around in their lives enough with all your advice that it's time to allow them to give to you. If nothing else, it won't harm you, and it will help them. It could even start you toward re- establishing that sense of balance so important to you." Damned voice. I knew it was simply a self-monitoring function in my mind, but it was dead- on right. I still felt as though I were going to have to take it in hand one of these days. I unlocked the door and opened it. I crutched to the kitchen. There were Susan and Troy with Jeremy and Kenny, standing around waiting. I smiled. "Hi guys. What's up?" I asked, running a glance over them, then the table, which was set for five. "We made too much spaghetti. We need help getting rid of it," Jeremy said with a smile. "I'm your man." There wasn't a collective sigh of relief, but I could sense an immediate drop in the tension level in the room. Kenny quickly walked over, hugging me. He whispered "We're brothers now, Evan. We've both been dumped. Let's help each other." "Okay," I said softly so that only he could hear. Kenny kissed me on the cheek. "And I like the rough whiskers," he added. A line was forming. Susan was standing just behind Kenny. As he stepped away, she stepped up and hugged me hard. "You're not alone, Evan. Look, we're here. We'll always be here." She pulled back, reading me. "My turn," Jeremy said, pulling me hard against him. "You're going to be okay, Evan. We're going to help you." He continued hugging me, rubbing his hand over my back. "Wilder, will you quit hogging all the good stuff," Troy said as he shoved his arm between Jeremy and me. "You remember what you just said, fella, who claims one of the most exciting women in the world. I'm going to start my moves any day now." Susan laughed. Kenny looked a little stricken. Jeremy saw it and winked at him. Kenny's face relaxed. Susan noticed, of course. Then she looked at me. "Hey, Ev," Troy grinned, dimples flashing, you got men fighting over you." He too pulled me tightly against him, planting his big hand on my ass and pushing me against him. I could feel a mound in his crotch pushing against my lower stomach. He was semi-hard! Why? Jeremy played the host, directing us to our places. Bless him: he was thoughtful enough not to put me at the head of the table. He took that place. Kenny asked for drink orders. As we were passing the spaghetti and sauce, nothing was said. I could tell that the silence would be a problem if it continued. At the moment, I didn't know what to say. They had been so focused on my situation all day that they had nothing else to talk about. Troy took the lead: "Evan, I speak for all of us in expressing our gratitude for your joining us for dinner. Because we care a great deal about you, we've been worried. Would you tell us how you are feeling?" I was pleasantly surprised that Troy had initiated the discussion. "Okay. I see Dr. Sorenson on Tuesday. I'm going to push to return to school." "That's not what we're wondering about. How are you feeling about this news about Tim?" Trust Troy--get it out on the table since it was sitting there like a big boulder. Well, that was healthy, I supposed. I sighed. Put down my fork. Took a sip of the merlot that had been poured for me. Looked up at them. Susan was studying me intently. Jeremy had no look on his face at all. Kenny was looking deep into my eyes, knowing the answer to Troy's question. Troy's face bespoke concern. "Bad. . . . I'd be less than honest if I said anything else." "We know you understand that all of us except maybe Kenny knew about Tim's boyfriend," Susan said. [There was that reference to a boyfriend again. So it was that serious. It had to be because it came from Susan.] "We didn't say anything because we didn't know if it would last, we didn't know how to tell you, and we thought that you had enough to deal with at the moment." It was time to ease their minds. "I realize now that you all knew about this blond guy. I saw the looks you gave each other whenever Tim was mentioned. I myself wouldn't know how to divulge such news to someone. I'd end up saying nothing about it. So if you think that I'm angry with you for not telling me, you can rest easy. I'm not." I made a point of looking at Susan during the last sentence. She smiled brightly. "Evan, do you need someone to go with you during your appointment with Dr. Sorenson?" Susan asked. "Thank you for asking, but I can manage. Jeremy, can you drive your car to school Tuesday?" "Yeah, I haven't driven it in a few days. I better fire the old beast up to see if it can manage to return to life." His car sounded like me. "We'll go in my car," Kenny said. "Okay." "Listen," I said as we all tied into the spaghetti, "while I have the troops here, maybe we should discuss Jeremy's gathering on Friday night. Have you brilliant ideas--legal and allowable ones, that is?" They smiled. "I do have a request?" Jeremy looked at me. "Shoot." "You said you were having chaperones. Could Kate Williams be one?" Troy whistled. "Boy, trot out the heavy guns! Ask the principal to be a chaperone! That'll make it a clean party." "Well, it's not a party," I smiled. "Just a gathering of friends. I think Kate will be quite pleased to be asked. That's why, Jeremy, you should ask her tomorrow. It will mean more coming from you than from me." Jeremy smiled. "Okay." I could tell he was going to enjoy the task. "Why don't you ask Kathleen Burge too? She will be touched that you included her, Jeremy. You have always been special to her." "Great idea. I'll ask John, her husband too." I assumed we all noticed that, whereas several days ago I would have mentioned Tim, it would never happen now. "By the way," Jeremy added, "what's wrong with calling it a party?" "If you call it a party but leave out some people who thought they should have been asked, you'll create hard feelings. And you're just weird enough that there are covens of those folks about." Jeremy stuck his tongue out at me while the others snickered. "A gathering of friends to see where you are living sounds rather impromptu, certainly nothing to cause offense." "By the way, where are they erecting the tent for the overflow?" Jeremy asked. To give him his reward for teasing me, I looked pained. "How many are you thinking about inviting? I need to know when I call the caterer." "A caterer for an impromptu evening?" Jeremy asked. "I don't want you to go to that much trouble or expense, Evan." He was serious now. "I'm using a caterer because I want to minimize trouble. I'm not quite up yet to doing all the kitchen work. And because it's your friends, I want it to be a special." "What can we do?" asked Susan. "Well, I haven't had much opportunity to clean the house. That's something else at which I've been limited." "Oh, Evan," Troy rolled his head and eyes, "now you've done it. LaRonda will have a brigade here cleaning the place with a vengeance." He changed his voice to a falsetto, mimicking LaRonda: "Now Eh-h-h-h- h-h-vun, Honey, I just brought a few of my women in here to dust a little of this and sweep a little of that." We all roared. It was exactly what she would say. And we'd love her for it. "Yeah," Kenny said, "you'd better keep out of her way or she'll dust you up." "Ou-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u, Evan. I'll bet your getting excited at the prospect of that!" Jeremy teased. I knew he was doing it to jolly me up. So did the others. "I'll talk to the girls tomorrow, Evan. We'll organize it and let you know when to be present but out of the way," Susan smiled. I knew that if Susan were involved, it would go swimmingly. "Have you given any thought to whom you are asking?" I queried Jeremy. "Yeah. LaRonda and Clifton, Jarod and Valerie, LaKeisha and Roland, Wendy Fielding and her date, Greg Dunwoodie and his whoever, Rosalie Rodriguez and her date, Paul Hartford and Beth Walker, Tony Francini and Angela Walker. Oh, Susan and Kenny. Those at least. Maybe a few more." "Rat," Troy said, grinning from ear to ear, flashing those deadly dimples, "think you can get my woman to yourself, huh." Jeremy winked at Kenny. "Oh, oh, oh," Jeremy aped surprise, "and you too of course, Troy, my man." I could see Susan looking again at Jeremy and Kenny. She intuited the replacement for Robert had been found. I hoped Jeremy knew. It would be a second blow to Kenny if he misunderstood Jeremy's advances today. Actually, I didn't even know if Jeremy was gay or bi. And I wouldn't raise the issue. Too much like applying labels, which I abhorred. But a gentle word to Jeremy might be in order. I'd noticed several times that evening the nearly worshipful looks in which Kenny was holding Jeremy. "Wait a minute," I exclaimed. "Paul Hartford and Beth Walker? Tony Francini and Angela Walker? When did this happen?" "They just started going with each other. They make nice couples," Kenny said. "I've got to get back to school before the whole place changes," I said. They all shot looks among themselves. "There you guys go with the looks again. What do they mean?" "We're worried, Evan, that you're not giving yourself enough time. We know you'll rush back to school at your first opportunity," Susan explained. "We just hope you'll be certain that your are ready." "Don't kid a kidder," I smiled. "When I return, the vacation is over!" Laughter broke forth. "He hasn't lost his ability to keep a step ahead of us," Troy observed. We chatted on for another hour before they all made me go sit in the sunroom while they cleaned up the kitchen. As I sat in the sunroom, listening to the babble from the kitchen, I realized that our shared meal and discussion did lift my spirits somewhat. I also knew I was blessed to have such friends. A short while later, Troy and Susan came out with their coats on, followed by Jeremy and Kenny. Troy and Susan took their leave, but not before giving me hugs. Jeremy, Kenny, and I returned to the sunroom. "Well, I guess it's time to turn in," Kenny said, eying Jeremy. "You guys may want to save some energy tonight for classes tomorrow," I pointed out. Jeremy smiled. Kenny looked startled. "How did you know?" Kenny asked. "Teachers and parents always know more than they let on." "Ah-oh," Jeremy burst out, "that means Susan knows too." Now I smiled. Kenny was like a fan at a tennis match, looking from one of us to the other, trying to catch up. "We haven't rejected you, Evan," Kenny said with concern. "Okay, Kenny. All that hiding in bed wasn't in vain. I'll share a mistake I made with Tim so that you guys can avoid it. Tim and I never talked about our future because we were so newly together. I just assumed that we would have those discussions at the proper time." Suddenly it hit me: I had expected Tim to prompt such discoveries when he felt comfortable because I was so ready and open for a relationship with him. "Don't make my mistake, thinking that stretches of time await or that the other guy is supposed to take the lead in opening such discussions. Share your expectations for each other and your relationship soon--before you get so far down the road that it hurts to change course. You both have been hurt enough, so don't hurt each other. And with that, I'm going to bed. Please turn off the lights." I arose. They stared at me and then each other. I was almost to the doorway of the sunroom when Kenny ran up behind me, hugging me, making me teeter on my crutches. Jeremy quickly stepped in front of me to steady me. We stood like that for a few seconds. "Hey, a sandwich," I exclaimed. We giggled, broke up the group hug, and went to our bedrooms. In my bedroom, I slowly disrobed, went to the bathroom to prepare for bed, and then pulled back the spread and sheets. I wondered how I could be so tired after having spent hours in bed. I plopped in bed, pulling the covers up. Tomorrow I would get back to living. No more of this lying around feeling sorry for myself. But first I just wanted to sleep. I had seemed to drift. All of a sudden I felt someone climbing into bed behind me. I turned my head to see who it was. Tim! What was he doing here? He had that superior grin on his face and that wolfish gleam in his eye. He was all predator! I turned my head away. Leaning up, he bit my shoulder. Then he moved up and licked my ear. I looked over at the windows. There was the blond boy looking in, his face betraying no emotion of any kind. He was damned good-looking. "Like him?" Tim asked. "He's mine, a treasure. Really knows how to take a fuck. Really knows how to make a man happy." His compliments to the blond boy were backhanded reproaches to me for not measuring up. I opened my mouth to tell him to get out, but the words wouldn't come out. He leaned up and bit my bottom lip. "You still want me, don't you? You still need me." His hand moved up over my ass and into my crotch, feeling for my hard cock. He grabbed it, slowly jerking it. I didn't want it too, but it felt good. "You shouldn't be mad at me," Tim whispered as though he cared. "I gave you a good ride." The blond boy knocked on the window, motioning Tim to come over. He arose from the bed, the hair on his chest gleaming, his hard cock bobbing, the muscles in his long hairy legs and shapely ass quivering, making precum flow from my dick. Tim raised the window, and they whispered. "Okay," Tim said, closing the window. The blond boy shot me a glance, but I couldn't read it. Tim started dressing. The blond boy smiled. "Where are you going?" I found myself suddenly able to ask. "Don't leave. . . . Please. . . . Please, don't leave. . . . Don't leave, Tim. . . . Not again." I heard myself pleading ever more desperately and loudly. Still, Tim continued to dress. The blond boy had disappeared from the window. Tim walked out the door. I wanted to follow him, so I was trying to extricate myself from the sheets, in which I was suddenly ensnared. The harder I struggled, the more they seemed to hold me back. "Evan . . . Wake up, Evan . . . Evan . . . It's okay, Evan." I awakened to Kenny holding my shoulders. "You're having a nightmare." I stared at him. Just a nightmare. "You're okay." I sighed, flopping back in the bed. Jeremy wandered sleepily into the room, naked. I suddenly noticed that Kenny was nude as well. "What's up?" he asked, looking at Kenny. "Evan was having a nightmare. He was yelling for Tim not to leave him." "I'm sorry, guys. I didn't mean to awaken you." "Move over," Jeremy directed. I scooted over next to Kenny so that I was in the middle of the bed. Jeremy moved in on one side of me, and Kenny lay on the other. They rolled toward me, each throwing an arm and a leg over me. They smelled like they had had a sex romp. "You guys smell good," I whispered. They giggled. "It was good," Kenny whispered back, "with the cocksman over there at the helm." "Hey, a sandwich," Jeremy said. "You're safe now, Evan. You're not alone. We're here with you. Go to sleep. We won't leave you," he said with emphasis on the pronoun "we" and the verb "leave." Their warm flesh was comforting. I was in actual contact with someone. I let out a sigh, drifting off, feeling them hold me and hold me down, anchoring me. (To be continued.)

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Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2002 13:13:45 -0800 (PST) From: Evan Bradely Subject: Chapter 38 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EvanBradley33@Yahoo.com Chapter 38 Dances in Shared Spaces Miles Forbisher's phone call to Evan Halsey of the previous evening had related Jim Belton's numbing resignation to selling the family farm to clear the way for his divorce from Brenda. The conversation had left Evan in a somber frame of mind. As soon as he reached school the next morning, he headed for Jim's office in the basement. It was empty. Jim reported for work early to do morning follow-up cleaning after the night crew, whom he called "the Swipers," came in to sweep the halls and to collect paper trash, aluminum cans, and plastic drink containers for recycling. But the real cleaning of the classrooms and the like in Evan's wing was left to Jim. However, Jim's absence told Evan that he probably was taking a personal day. Someone entered behind him. Turning, Evan and Ron eyed each other. "Miles called you about Jim last night?" Ron asked. "Yes," Evan replied. "I think we won't see Jim today." "I can't blame him," Ron responded. "No." They stood, looking around the room. Then Evan walked over and threw his arms around Ron. "I can't help it. I need this. Am I breaking the rules?" "No. We can hug," Ron said, pulling him into a power embrace. "We can kiss," he said, making their contact passionate. As they pulled back, he continued: "We can go out, eat out, visit each other's home, spend time with the kids and buddies, all that stuff. We need to spend more time together. Just no sex until we're ready for it." Evan dropped his head on Ron's shoulder, tightening his arms about Ron's big, sexy body, basking in the warmth, scent, and closeness of his man. Even under the sexual restrictions, Evan felt loved, secure, at peace. Suddenly Evan's head popped off Ron's chest as he looked into his dark eyes. "You don't think Jim would do something desperate, do you? He has Miles now, but this whole business of having to sell the farm has left his self-image diminished, so he'll think it has been diminished in Miles's perception too." They stood, looking into each other's eyes, pondering Evan's observation. Ron said quietly, "Call Miles. He'll know what to do." Evan walked to his attache, fumbling around inside. He pulled out a cell phone and an address book. He thumbed through the book after handing the phone to Ron. Ron looked quizzically at Evan. "I hate that thing," Evan explained. "I'll give you the number, and you key it in and talk to Miles." Ron snickered, knowing the challenge machines and technology posed to Evan, remembering him mumbling about machines not knowing that they were created to be subject to humankind instead of causing them trouble. Evan considered it a deliberate affront when a machine wouldn't work, causing him to paint the air blue with profane expressions and salty talk. Evan's antipathy to machines was one of the doorways Ron had entered as Evan's champion against the trials of the world. Ron knew Evan had warmed to his new, self-appointed role. As he read off the number, Ron keyed it in, listening to the ring. "Miles, it's Ron. Evan and I are here in Jim's office at the school, but Jim's not here. We know that means he won't be in today. Uh . . . we were a little worried. He wouldn't do anything desperate would he?" Ron listened, shaking his head in agreement. "We'd kill ourselves if we didn't step in to keep anything bad from happening." Ron listened again. "Let me give you Evan's cell phone number. Call him when you find out anything. He'll be in class, so he'll have shut the phone off, but you can leave a voice mail. Include instructions for us about anything you two need from us." He listened, then read off Evan's number. He laughed. "Well, he has one, but he resists using it. That's why I'm the one talking to you instead of him. I think he can manage to turn it on." He laughed, so Evan knew they were sharing a joke at his expense. He cocked one eyebrow in disdain and flipped the bird at Ron. Ron ended the call, looking archly at Evan's sassy gesture. "I keep telling you, 'not now, dear,'" which earned him a double salute from Evan. Laughing, he walked over to Evan, returning the cell phone and pulling him into a clinch and hot kiss. After a long while, he whispered, "Miles is going to go out to the farm to check on Jim. He'll let us know what he finds." They stood that way for a while, rocking gently back and forth. When they heard student voices floating down the stairs from the floor above, they broke apart, but each saw longing in the other's eyes. *** As Burt Graham was driving down Brooker Boulevard, his eyes were drawn to a little kid hustling along the sidewalk, carrying a backpack almost as big as he. 'Weird,' he thought, 'do kids in junior high have to lug home that many books? We never did in my day. They make that kid carry any more books and he'll look like a turtle under a shell.' Closer inspection suggested that there was something familiar about this boy. As he rolled by, he slowed his car to give the kid a look over. 'Hey! It was that kid from the mall. What was his name? Something about a fish. . . . Jonah! . . . Jonah Stedman. That was it.' Burt pulled to the curb and hit the button to roll down the window on the passenger side, waiting for Jonah to come even with his car. "Hey, Jonah, need a ride to school?" Jonah came to a screeching halt, studying Burt. "Come on, let me drive you to school, buddy. I want to talk to you." Jonah continued studying Burt, betraying no emotions but clearly not into trusting mode. "I won't hurt you," Burt continued. "We have something in common, you know. Remember?" Jonah slowly made his way over to the curb, leaning down to look in the passenger window. "Remember me? I'm Burt. . . , Burt Graham. From the mall. My dad abandoned my family too." "Hi," Jonah said quietly. "Hop in. Let me give you a ride to school." Burt saw Jonah hesitate. "Jonah, I don't blame you for thinking I might be up to something the way we came on to your and your buddy at the mall." Burt stopped talking for a few moments, swallowing hard before speaking. "We're five losers who are mad at just about anyone, but it's all an act to save us from being mad at ourselves. We've made some bad decisions, and we're paying for them. We don't know what to do about it. Well . . . we know what to do about part of it; we just don't know how to start. Maybe we need a courage boost. I was kind of thinking you might help me with that. You know, one guy whose father skipped helping another guy whose dad skipped?" Jonah's acute mental faculties allowed him to realize immediately the internal struggle required for Burt to be so honest with him, nearly a stranger and one markedly younger at that. He realized that Burt had to be strong to be so honest. Jonah opened the door, dropped his backpack on the floor, and slid into the passenger seat, pulling the door closed after him. Burt grinned. He held out his hand, which Jonah accepted with a handshake. "Buckle in, fella," Burt instructed, driving on. They rode in silence for a bit. "So how can I help you, Burt?" Jonah inquired. Burt collected his thoughts, keeping his eyes on the traffic. "Remember when Troy asked what school we attended and we admitted to being drop outs?" "Yes," Jonah answered, intrigued at the possibilities that suddenly were beginning to occur to him. "You think he'd talk to me about that? About maybe getting back into school?" "Of course he would. If he hadn't wanted to, he wouldn't have been sad when he heard that you guys had left school. You could tell that day. Troy's a nice guy. All the kids look up to him. He would help anybody who wanted to do better. And you ought to see his girlfriend, Susan Connolly! She's a knock-out!" Jonah exclaimed, grinning. "Jonah, could you set it up for me and Troy to talk? And would you take part too, please?" "Oh sure. I'll talk to Troy today. You want him there because he's big in school. But why do you want me there?" "Maybe because you're starting to feel like a little brother to me. And if this works and I . . .we get back into school, I'm going to need a tutor. A couple of the other guys may come with me. If you can't help them, I bet you know someone who can. Are you up for it?" "I'd like that. Do you mean your buddies will follow you back into school too?" "Chad Murphy and Rex Tolliver will for sure. I think Austin Wilson may also. Denton Cooper probably won't. He's a tough dude to corral. . . . His mom told me once he's her 'lost child.' Denton comes from a big family, but he always keeps himself apart from them. He's the youngest of the brood. He's hard to talk too. I've tried to find out why he feels that way, but he's not into sharing information about himself." Jonah began mulling all that Burt had disclosed about Denton, relating it to the obvious anger that Denton was exhibiting at the mall. When they reached the school, Burt asked for a piece of paper so that he could leave his phone number. Jonah reached in his backpack, pulled out a spiral notebook, ripped out a page and handed it and a pencil to Burt. Then they took their leave of each other, Jonah being certain to thank Burt for the ride and promising that Troy or he would be in touch with him soon. *** Miles had called Rosamund, his secretary, immediately after Ron's call, telling her he needed to go check on Jim. He'd only recently tipped to the fact that a warm regard had sprung up between Rosamund and Jim. He guessed it must have happened all those times Jim had spent in his office reception area waiting to see him about the divorce or to join him for dinner after the day's last appointment. Miles explained to Rosamund the low emotional state to which Jim had fallen last evening when he received the news that the farm would have to be sold. Upon hearing about that news and Ron's information, Rosamund urged Miles to drive out to Jim's farm. "Oh, wait a minute. Do I have any appointments today?" Miles queried. "You were going to reserve most of today for catching up with the business side of the office. You have just one appointment this morning, Mr. and Mrs. Alderson. They wanted to talk to you again about their estate. "Oh," Jim's voice fell. "They're important clients. But I really feel that I need to go to Jim's farm now." "You let me take care of them," Rosamund insisted. "Don't worry. When I'm finished with them, they'll be happy they're not coming in today. And I do mean they'll be happy. If you should happen to run into them today or tomorrow, just cough a lot. Mr. Alderson is in the initial stages of emphysema. I'll assure them that we were worried for his health and welfare, so we didn't want you to communicate your respiratory infection to him. Besides, you know they have to talk at least a month before they decide to do anything, so they won't really be missing anything today." Miles chuckled. "Did I ever know you were so devious?" "I work for a lawyer," she observed coolly, but Miles knew she was grinning. "And give me a call when you locate Jim. Just to let me know he's okay so that I won't worry." "Done," Miles replied. Glancing at the speedometer of his Explorer, he eased his foot back on the accelerator. He couldn't identify at what point Rosamund became another mother for him, one of the best. She wasn't intrusive, didn't boss, but she always looked out for his best interests, gave him sage advice when asked, and generally troubleshot the professional side of his life. Once again, he found that he had to ease back on the accelerator. He told himself for the tenth time that Jim was okay. No emergency to which he had to rush. After arriving at the farm, he walked up to the back door of the farmhouse and knocked. No one answered. He tried the door, which was open. He entered the kitchen, shouting Jim's name, but there was no answer. A trip through the downstairs rooms assured him Jim wasn't there and nothing was amiss. He climbed the stairs to the upper story, checking Jim's bedroom, which was neat as a pin. A check of the other upper rooms revealed no Jim. Returning to the first floor, he decided he'd check out the farmyard buildings. As Miles walked to the back gate, he saw from a distance that the barn doors were open. He strode in that direction. Sliding the doors open, he saw immediately that one of the horses was gone. Fortunately, he was wearing jeans, so he saddled Zephyr, the horse he usually rode when he was at the farm, and headed out into the back pasture. "Hey, girl, go find Jim and Barney." Feeling that she had the reins, Zephyr headed in the direction of the stream and pool that had become a favorite place of theirs. 'How did a horse ever end up with the name Barney?' Miles wondered. The morning was already balmy. It was going to be a beautiful day. Spring was clearly upon the land. They moved at a leisurely pace for about ten minutes. As they topped a rise, Miles could see Barney tied to a sapling down by the stand of trees enclosing the stream and pool. He didn't even have to direct Zephyr there. Barney looked up dispassionately at their approach. Miles alighted from Zephyr, tying her to Barney's tree. Then he walked toward the stream. Some sensibility kept him from calling out. As he walked through the last of the underbrush and shrubs, he spotted Jim sitting, looking at the pool, a sprig of grass sticking out of his mouth. At the sound of Miles's feet crunching over dead leaves and grass, Jim turned and looked up. "Miles! What are you doing here?" "When Evan and Ron didn't find you at school, they called me, fearing for your welfare. We - that includes Rosamund, by the way - thought I should come out to see that all was well with you." "Thought I couldn't handle it, huh?" Jim said a little defensively. Miles tossed his head slightly aside, betraying a small grin, knowing that he'd triggered one of Jim's 'prideful' buttons. "No need to get prickly, Jim. We all care about you. You know I love you. You're having a hard time," he said as he dropped to the ground beside Jim, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing for a moment. Then he picked a long blade of grass, sliding it in his mouth. "We would be feeling the same if something comparable happened in our lives. We hope you'd care enough to check on us. That's what buddies and friends do. Besides, I seem to remember hearing accounts about someone showing up more than once to help Evan when he returned to school after his flight down the stairs. This same guy probably stood off, unseen, watching for several days to see that Evan made his way safely to his car. Evan didn't get prickly about that, did he?" "Naw. . . . Okay. I'll be as grateful about it as Evan was. Does that make you all happy?" Jim asked, still not smiling, but Miles could see warmth in Jim's eyes as he answered, telling him Jim wasn't pitching attitude any longer. They sat in companionable silence for a while. "I just wanted to take a last ride around," Jim finally explained. "I figured I'd use today to do that - my day for the land and me. Then I'd be ready to start letting go. I could start doing all the dismantling of my life here on the farm." Miles just shook his head in understanding. They sat in silence for a while. "Maybe instead of looking at it as a dismantling, Jim, you need to look at it as moving on into the next phase of your life. If it's as good as this phase, it can't be something to be dreaded, can it?" Miles asked softly. Jim studied him. "I guess I have to get into that new phase before I can feel it offers any hope," Jim uttered softly. They were silent for a space. "I don't want you to assume, Miles, that I'm thinking I don't have anything important in my life anymore." Jim reached over, grabbing Miles's hand, lifting it to his lips, planting a soft, warm kiss on the back. "You're just as important to me as this farm and all it represents. It's just that I had the farm in my life and heart for a long time before I met you. Even after the farm's gone, I'll still have you, and I'm grateful for that. . . . I've been sitting here thinking what I'd be feeling if I'd gotten some other lawyer, if I hadn't had the opportunity to fall in love with you. I'd be in sad shape. But I'm not that bad off. I felt last night that I was, but after you'd left, my heart directed my thoughts toward you, toward your wonderful picnic, which helped soften the blow and painted a warm, close picture of how much you cared for me. That was special." Again, they allowed silence to wrap around them. "I have to confess that the picnic was a suggestion of Evan's, but I liked the idea immediately when he offered it," Miles explained. "All that says is that we have good friends who care about us, who wish us well, who give us good advice. I'm still better off even if I have to let go of the farm." He leaned forward and brushed his lips over Miles's, sending little tremors to both their nether reaches. Miles reached over and clasped Jim's hand in his own, leaning his shoulder against Jim. They sat that way for perhaps five minutes, when Jim sighed. "Come on, let's ride over the entire farm." "Okay," Miles said, allowing Jim to pull him up. "I've got to call Evan and Rosamund to let them know all is well with you." For the first time that day, Jim sported a killer grin. Lots of good folks cared about him. *** Evan had started his lunch period reading essays, but Greg Dunwoodie's so-so essay, way below his ability level, had discouraged him. He'd quizzed Paul Hartford and Beth Walker several times about how Greg was faring since Ross Brownlee had been forced to return home upon his father's death. Ross had been an art major at the city's college and Greg's boyfriend. Initially, Paul and Beth were hopeful, roping Greg into attending gatherings with them, even trying to connect Greg with a couple of gay acquaintances. But Greg was distant, uncooperative. Evan could see their hope fade to the point that they just gave up. They'd made a good faith effort to help their friend, who wasn't going to have any of it. Evan wondered what it would take to move Greg back out into the stream of life again. He squirmed. Greg's behavior sounded similar to Evan's own behavior in the past. 'What got me moving?' he asked himself. He was pondering that, staring out the window, when it hit him - the ambushes! They had opened a new stream of experience for him that, whatever had happened since, was still beneficial. 'So, Mr. Self-Acutalizer,' that inner voice challenged, 'you didn't get yourself started at all. Somebody else did that for you. That's why, Evan, you can't behave like you are an island unto yourself. Some people are meant to jog you in a new direction. For whatever reason, you can't do it, so they must. If you are wise, you'll allow that to happen.' 'So is there someone who's going to get Greg started?' Evan wondered. 'How soon? I hate to see him drift, lose out, remain empty.' In defeat, Evan turned from his reverie to his lunch. He was drinking V-8 juice and reading a book of Philip Booth's poetry, "Before Sleep," when Susan Connolly stuck her head around the door, catching Evan's eye. "May I tear you away from your reading for a bit?" Evan smiled warmly. "Anytime," he replied, marking his place and setting the book aside. Susan gracefully moved around the doorframe into the room, sitting at a desk in front of Evan. "I'm glad to see you smiling at me. I wasn't certain what greeting I'd receive." "Meaning?" Evan probed, his eyes twinkling with happiness over Susan's presence. "I was afraid our threesome hadn't met with your approval." "Susan, whatever formations you move into are none of my business." "Come on, Evan. You know that isn't good enough for us." "Okay. . . . I have no problems at all with the threesome. In fact, I'm delighted that you all have created such a close, sensitive relationship. I was taken by surprise when I saw the three of you in the kitchen, you may remember, but a little focused thinking led me to assemble the pieces as they formed over the past few months. The picture revealed helped me realize that it is such a natural formation. You, of course, were the question mark. I guess I wasn't certain you'd ever want your relationship with Troy to be so open. But then I remembered how you encouraged Troy to have a relationship with me - on several occasions, if memory serves," Evan stated archly, looking off into space, faking innocence with a big grin on his face. "And then you adroitly exacted a 'double-dollar' deal with him." "Double-dollar?" Susan inquired. "Every time he got it on with a guy, he had to get it on with you twice before he could be with, say, Cody again." Susan's wonderful laughter bubbled up. "Cody? Aren't you dissembling, sir? I believe you were involved . . . how many times was it? I lost count." Evan playfully swatted her hand. "It's not nice to paint a lascivious picture of a friend." Susan laughed heartily. "I can see stronger people emerging from your threesome," Evan continued. "It wouldn't happen with everyone, but it can happen with you folks. You will each bless the others many times over. Besides, Cody told me about how you've won the Lottery of Love among your 'sorority sisters' for BOTH Troy and Cody." More bubbling laughter, one of the true joys of knowing Susan. "Yes, but I can't boast about it, or Coach Hernandez will have to post guards around Troy and Cody. Some of the hungrier women around here will kidnap them to make them their love slaves." Susan and Evan cracked up at such an eventuality. "Oh man!" Evan exclaimed. "Could I ever have fun with that scenario! I'm not certain we'd ever get Cody to rejoin us. He seems the sort who'd take to Amazonia!" More companionable laugher. "I'm glad you all had Cody share your experience with me. I guess you're okay with that?" "Yes, we knew Cody was going to talk to you. But I knew that you and I needed to talk too. I wanted you to know that Troy, Cody, and I drifted into this arrangement. We were together so much, and we felt so comfortable with each other and enjoyed our time together so much that we began to draw closer. Without ever talking about it, Troy and I began to feel some emptiness when Cody would take his leave at the end of the evening. We missed his caring and concern for us, his orneriness, his in-your-face challenges that resulted in our settling into each other more deeply. One night, upon Cody's departure, Troy commented on that strange emptiness. I told him I knew exactly how he felt. He looked at me a bit and then said that one of his fantasies was to keep Cody and me with him - in bed. He looked relieved when I smiled. I told him how I'd felt a growing attraction to Cody, which had started during those moments when the two guys seemed a mirror image. He observed that I sometimes called him 'Cody,' which used to crack him up because, even though I tried to hide it, my verbal slip embarrassed me. We talked about how a threesome might work, what the dangers might be. I believe the name 'Evan Halsey' came up at that point." Evan's eyebrows reflected a "Do tell?" response. "So Troy began his planning. I think Cody told you what happened after that." "You're quite fortunate, you know," Evan observed. "You three have made something that not everyone enjoys. You're all old enough to have experienced being alone in a crowd. And you understand that one can remain in the constant company of others, moving into circles of activities with them, yet never feel fulfilled. That's not true of you three." "There's an even nicer aspect for me personally," Susan observed. "For several years, I haven't felt myself changing much. It was as though I sat in the eye of a hurricane as I watched classmates and friends swirl and change around me, generating rather frantic patterns of behavior, looking for meaning and the beginnings of an adult identity. Not often but occasionally I wondered if anything was wrong with me because I remained above all of it. I asked my mother about it once, and she told me that she'd had that same experience when she was in high school. But to be loved by two good, sexy men - a woman can't be connected with them and not change." "Two? Well! I would have included myself in that number!" Evan exclaimed. "Evan, I never allowed myself to imagine as much," Susan responded genuinely. "Why not? You can see right into me." Evan's smile invited more information. "You certainly don't think I'm intruding every minute, do you? Everybody needs some private space. I only really scope you out when I think you are having a problem. . . . Now that you mention it, I DO think of you as someone to whom I can turn when I need help." Evan chuckled, looking at the ceiling. "Let's see. The last time you needed help from me was three years ago when three rain drops fell on you." Susan gently shoved his shoulder in protest. They settled back into the previous line of discussion. "I'm changing, Evan, but it's for the good. It's as though everything I had felt before has suddenly deepened. Everything - hugs, kisses, talks, fun, sex, love - is deeper, more fulfilling, more enjoyable. I never would have imagined it possible. I thought I was already feeling to the ultimate degree." "So you and Cody really have connected?" Evan asked. "Oh yes. Sometimes it's like being loved by twins. At other times, Cody is Cody, now aggressively challenging me to let him into my heart and mind, another time holding, protecting, and loving me. Neither Cody nor I look to Troy for approval when we want to touch or kiss or hold each other. Once or twice Cody's even initiated our love-making. And you know, Evan, how good he can be as a lover." Evan blushed. "Yeah, I know the randy beast!" Susan and he laughed at their secret knowledge of the lusty side of Cody's personality. "You probably don't know how much Cody loves you, Evan." "Now that you mention it, I don't know how much I count with him. But how would I know? We aren't together that much. And when we are, it's rather rushed by sexual drive - you know Cody!" "I said 'love,' Evan, not 'count,' Susan stipulated. "Remember the talk we had about how important it is to Troy to have a man like you in his life?" "I'll never forget it. It made a big difference," Evan stated, remembering the visit they'd had when he was in the hospital. "It's the same with Cody. I think you know how he lacks anything more than a biological relationship with his father. Cody saw how Troy was drawing to you. Because he felt you were squeezing into his space with Troy, he hit Troy up about it once. Troy gently explained what you meant to him. From that point on, I noticed Cody listening carefully to us when we were talking about you, about our class with you, paying more attention to you when you were in our company. He asked to join us when we studied together for your class. I believe it was not long after that that, while the rest of us were in the sunroom chattering away one evening shortly after Jeremy came to live with you, that Cody left his date and ambushed you after you'd gone to bed. When Cody and Troy talked about it, Troy felt a little jealous." She paused a moment. "We were afraid we might cause you to feel jealous when you saw the three of us together." Evan looked away. "I don't think that's what I felt." He paused. "I do this stupid thing." Susan's eyebrows rose in question. "When I'm startled by something new, my first reaction is to ask how it's going to affect me. My answer is never positive." Susan cocked her head to one side, her brow knitted. "I know," Evan stated with a little attitude. "I said it's stupid. When I found the time to consider your threesome, I was genuinely happy for all of you, for the way you were creating a space to accommodate all of you." He frowned. "Creating shared space seems to be happening less these days," he observed quietly as he looked out the classroom windows, frowning. "Things are on tilt for you and Ron?" she asked quietly. "Yes." Evan was silent for a while. Susan waited. "Ron had a talk with Miles Forbisher and Jim Belton - you know Jim, of course, and you surely remember Miles from Jeremy's reception?" She shook her head in the affirmative. "That talk led Ron to decide that our relationship had no proper center, one that would hold up under storm and stress, that is." He glanced at Susan. "Seems we created the relationship around sex, not love - although we had strong feelings for each other." He blushed. "Don't you think that's understandable? You'd both had negative experiences with Tim Minor. You both are caring, loving men. You both wanted someone. You wanted someone to need you. I'll always believe that Tim played matchmaker for you two. I think he did it not only because he'd played the 'hit and run' pattern too many times on some decent men, but he'd also played it with two men who'd touched him deeply. I believe that down, down, down, under all the insecurities, fears, fabrications and facade that make Tim Minor who he is, there's a good guy. So he set you two up for each other." Evan merely shook his head in agreement, pausing before continuing. "Miles and Jim explained their feelings for each other to Ron." Evan paused. "I guess you saw already that Miles and Jim are a duo?" "Couldn't miss it," she smiled in answer. "LaRonda spotted it too. I guess she let you know that. It's only you men who think that personal reactions are opaque." She cocked her head a little to one side. "To a perceptive woman, they're transparent." Evan groaned. "Don't let that get out. You'll frighten anyone with a male chromosome." Laughter followed Evan's observation. "Anyway," Evan continued, "Miles and Jim explained to Ron how their feelings for each other remain constant without the absence of the other diminishing those feelings at all." At this statement, Susan's head began shaking in agreement. "Further discussion led Ron to the decision that we two have to go back to the beginning, starting over in building a relationship." Evan's eyes sparkled mischievously. "So there's no sex until we realize we've moved into what Miles and Jim feel in their relationship. It's probably going to kill me." He aped the final throes. Susan chuckled. "I believe you'll live. I probably sound like a woman now, but if you fail to give the dating phase its due, my friend," she said, reaching over, squeezing Evan's forearm in her hand, "you won't end up where you want. You are so impatient, Evan, that you'll endure the stages that make a relationship grow without ever using them to rebuild your feelings about Ron and you. I've heard you remark more than once that 'it's all in the details.' This is definitely a time for Ron and you to 'live the details.'" Evan's eyes had grown to saucer size. He couldn't remember a time when Susan had spoken so directly to him, treated him so much as her equal, taken the lead in directing him so wisely. "Wow," he uttered softly. "You DO love me." Susan squeezed his arm again. "So much, Evan, so much. Just like all the others." "Others?" She frowned, dipping her chin, staring intently into his blue eyes. "You know what 'others' I mean." He looked away. "Maybe that's a conversation for another time. . . . Evan, all those small gestures Ron and you initiate for each other are the little steps that open up the depths in each of you to the other." "Make space inside one for the other?" Evan asked, childlike. "Exactly. When you've created enough space, you begin to dance around the center." Evan's eyebrows arose. "What a beautiful image!" "Isn't it?" she replied. "Sexy too," she said, looking archly at Evan. They both chuckled at their mutual understanding. Suddenly Evan's eyes sparked. "Now don't tell me that Cody opened up depths for you and Troy. Cody, the Emotional Bulldozer?" "Just as I told you, he did, Evan. We don't expect thoughtful, considerate gestures from Cody, so when he visits one of them on us, he sets us back on our heels." "I'm prepared to believe," Evan said smiling, "but I need proof." "At first, when Cody was going out with Troy and me for the evening, he'd walk up to me and hug me and kiss me on the cheek, then do the same with Troy. Another time he brought a rose for me and a rose for Troy. Then he'd end up between us, taking our hands in his. Another time he'd place a hand on each of our backs, slowly caressing us. Another time he'd be a gofer when he anticipated we needed or wanted something. Gradually, his loving gestures escalated in intensity and effect. Finally, when leaving us, he'd embrace and kiss each of us on the mouth, increasing the heat and passion of his kiss." Evan's eyes were big again. "You're talking about Cody? I think he's been this way only with you." She shook her head in the negative. "Who do you think posed the idea of telling you about us? Whose idea do you think it was to go to your bed? To reassure you about Jeremy?" "I just assumed it was you or Troy." Susan shook her head in the negative. "No, it was Cody. He's really quite the coach and leader, Evan. It's just another way he and Troy seem twins. Sometimes Cody appears very much the puppet master that made all of this happen for all of us - and with so much heat too!" Evan's eyebrows arched. "Well, he is a hot, sexy, deviant dude, isn't he?" Again they both laughed at the apt depiction of Cody's private nature. But Evan knew they were grateful for Cody's allowing them into his inner space. Just then they heard Cody's voice out in the hall, "Where's our woman? I can hear her laughing." A few seconds later, Troy and Cody walked in the door and over to the group, standing on either side of Susan, each touching her in greeting. "What's so funny?" Cody asked. Evan answered, "We were talking about what 'a hot, sexy, deviant dude' you are." Troy snickered. "You got that right." Cody said nothing, but he was beaming as though he'd just won the "All State Power Forward" title. He reached toward the desk, grabbing Evan's book, "Before Sleep." "When I'm around, there's no time for sleep - or even reading about it." Troy groaned. "You can say that again. Thanks, Evan, for taking him off our hands and into your bed the other night. He's like a new puppy who wants to be loved every second. For a night at least we got some rest." Cody merely wagged his eyebrows above a devilish grin. *** Ron was wandering aimlessly around the apartment. He'd been delighted no end when Kenny had dropped by his lab just before lunch. He always felt good when he saw Kenny. He didn't know why. Well, yeah, he did: Kenny was just wholesomely good. And he had a hot little body that made one want to wrap around it, hold it tight, and smother it with love. It also turned him on every time he thought about Robert and Kenny ambushing Evan - repeatedly. Evan had been Kenny's first fuck. Ron chuckled at the images filling his mind. When he'd inquired about the reason for Kenny's visit to the lab, Kenny had asked if he could come over to Ron's apartment after classes for a talk. He'd agreed readily. Before he could ask the topic to be discussed, Kenny had shot out of the lab, telling him over his shoulder that he had to meet Jeremy in the cafeteria. He supposed Kenny wanted to talk about Evan and him. Or maybe there was a problem with Jeremy? He hoped not. He had intimations that Jeremy and Kenny had been spending most of their time at Kenny's home, causing him to worry a little about Evan. Since Evan and he were together only fitfully, he thought it important that Jeremy be near at hand. Though he disliked butting in, maybe he should gently suggest to Kenny that they needed to give Evan some time too. A gentle knock summoned him to the apartment door. He opened it to a smiling, beaming Kenny. Ron stepped back, gesturing for Kenny to enter. As soon as he'd shut the door, Kenny shrugged off his backpack and flung himself into Ron's arms, pullng himself up to give Ron a hot kiss. Ron couldn't help it. He kissed back, squeezing that hot little body in his arms, running a hand over that poochy ass. When they broke the kiss, Kenny snuggled into the crook of Ron's neck. He could hear Kenny giving him a big sniff. "My Lion!" he whispered. "Cub," Ron replied. "You never cease to delight." Slowly, Kenny pushed away and stood back. "I'm here to sketch you," Kenny stated. "Oh?" . . . "Okay! As I told you that morning in Evan's kitchen, I've never been sketched. What do you want me to do?" he asked, leading Kenny into the living room. "Strip!" Kenny commanded. "Huh?" "Off with the clothes and down on the floor. I want to sketch you reclining. I've been seeing it in my mind's eye for days. I know just how it's going to turn out." Ron shrugged his shoulders, pulling off his shoes and socks and unbuckling his trousers. When he was down to his boxer briefs, Kenny pulled off his pullover, much to Ron's surprise. Immediately Ron's cock lurched when he spied the fringe of dark hair escaping from Kenny's armpits. "I'm recreating the scene when you claimed Jeremy and me," Kenny explained, pulling off his shoes and socks. Ron grinned, unbuttoning his shirt. "Jeremy okay with this?" he asked, pulling down his briefs, revealing his thickening cock. "What do you think we talked about when I had to rush off to join him at lunch?" Kenny commented, pulling off his jeans and boxer briefs in one move, allowing his fat, five-and-a-half-inch dick to swing up out of its pubic bush. Evan studied Kenny's lightly defined pecs, slim thighs curving out a bit with muscle, and the bubble butt he'd caressed earlier. The sight put steel in his dick. "So what about Evan? What's he going to think?" Ron continued. "He started it. That time when you were claiming Jeremy and Evan was holding me, he told me to use this special sight I have to see within you the way I do when I sketch people. So I did." "And?" "I saw you as a Lion - strong, possessive, protective. Besides, Evan knows that you and your 'son' Cody get it on, but he's not upset about that." Ron's eyebrows shot up. "How does Evan know that?" "Cody told him when he went to bed with him last week. Don't worry. Evan didn't know what Cody had planned. You see, Troy, Susan and Cody have this threesome thing going." Ron's eyebrows rose even higher. "They walked in on Evan in the kitchen one morning. He figured it out immediately." "What'd he say," Ron asked. "Nothing. You know Evan. Just shot out of the kitchen like a bullet. So they were worried about what he would think. Cody suggested that he 'visit' Evan the next night. As he was describing how Troy introduced Susan and Cody to sex together, Cody demonstrated on Evan. That was when Evan asked him about you two. He wasn't upset. Maybe wanting to know that you weren't developing a case of blue balls. You know - just wondering." "Does Evan ever 'just wonder?'" Ron muttered. "Yeah . . . sometimes. Really, he thinks Cody and your getting it on is understandable. And if he didn't, Cody reminded him it would be the same as Jeremy climbing into Evan's bed, as he's done. So I know Evan would be okay with us. He loves us both, and he knows you're like my second father-in-law. But if you're worried about it, why don't you ask him?" "Is that all Cody told Evan?" "No. He told Evan not to worry because of all the time Jeremy and I were spending at my folks' house. We were just trying to establish ourselves there before we started dividing our time evenly between the two places. When we knew that Cody was going to visit Evan, we asked him to tell Evan for us." Ron shook his head distractedly. "You guys talk together a lot! Do you tell each other everything?" "Yeah, pretty much everything. We're more than friends, Dad. It's just natural for us to share everything happening to us." "Tell me about this special sight," Ron said, naked, flopping down on the floor. "You don't believe me," Kenny paused, his brow wrinkling. "I have it - I really do." "Kenny, I just want to learn about you. I'm not challenging you. I love you so much I'll believe whatever you tell me. I have nothing to gain by doubting you and everything to gain by believing you." Kenny looked Ron over for a bit. "Evan calls it the 'magic of eye and heart.' I can't really figure out when it started. I only became conscious of it when I sketched Jeremy. That was when I was still with Robert and Jeremy was having hard times. I'd sketched Evan before." Kenny grinned mischievously. "He was nude like you." "Man, I'd like to see those sketches," Ron said hopefully. "I expect that that can be arranged," Kenny replied, "if you make me happy, that is." "Is that the way a son-in-law treats his dad?" "Yeah, when he's packin' your hot stuff." Ron barked out a laugh. "So are you going to use your special sight now?" "Yep." "What do you want me to do?" Kenny walked over, pulling Ron up on his right elbow and hip, stretching him out some and crossing his left calf over his right one. He leaned down, gently pulling Ron's ball sack so that it fell down his right thigh. Then he licked Ron's dick, evoking a surprised moan. "I want your dick to be shiny," Kenny replied. "You can capture the shine in a sketch?" Ron expressed dubiously. Kenny grinned. "Just wait. You'll see." Kenny sat on his shapely ass, crossing his legs, and studied Ron. He began sketching almost immediately. Ron wondered how long it would take to complete the sketch. As time passed, he was surprised that his cock still stood out hard and bold. Kenny was totally absorbed in his sketch. When his eyes were clearly focused on Ron's crotch, Ron turned his head a little this way and that to check if Kenny's dick was hard. Finally he could stand it no longer. "Your dick hard, Cub?" "Oh yeah. Like a pipe," Kenny stated, a little breathlessly, lifting his drawing tablet so that his fat dick bobbed up. Ron started grinning. The head of Kenny's dick was shiny with precum. For his part, Kenny couldn't remember being so caught up in a sketch. It was due to what he was seeing in Ron. As he had before, he focused clearly on an Alpha male. But he saw struggle too, which caused him to purse his lips. "Talk about Evan," he commanded Ron. Surprised at the directive, Ron asked, "Talk about what in regard to Evan?" "Anything - just start talking." Ron did. Kenny wasn't listening to Ron's commentary on Evan so much as studying and analyzing Ron in talk mode. It had been a stroke of brilliance to get Ron to talk about Evan, for it made what Kenny had merely glimpsed previously prominent now. Whereas he'd seen so much strength before, now he spied struggle within Ron. He tuned into Ron's words, which were relating what he'd heard about Evan's reputation as a teacher just after he'd arrived at the school. "Talk about you and Evan as a couple," Kenny commanded. Ron's eyebrows rose in surprise, but he quickly complied. Immediately Ron's inner struggle became more distinct to Kenny: This proud Alpha male was subjugating himself to Evan so that Evan's independent spirit would not be overwhelmed. Ron loved Evan's independent spirit because it was so much like his own. Besides, he wanted to avoid conflict with Evan. Kenny sketched for perhaps ten more minutes. Then he looked up at Ron. He stood up on his knees, walking over to Ron and handing him the sketch. In the sketch, Ron saw himself on the floor, but his attention was riveted on the stiff alignment of his body and his clouded eyes and heavy brows lowered over his face, which was creased by heavy lines. "Oh! You did get the spit gleam on my cock in the drawing. But I didn't realize I was looking at you like that," he exclaimed. "You were and you weren't," Kenny replied. "Explain, please." "You weren't looking at me like this on the outside. In fact, you didn't have much of an expression at all until you started wondering if my cock was hard. You were looking at me like that on the inside. It wasn't a reaction to me. When I asked you to talk about Evan, I saw struggle. When I asked you to focus on Evan and you as a couple, I realized that you feel caught in an uncomfortable dilemma. You want to honor Evan's independent spirit, but you feel as though you have to destroy yours to connect with Evan." "Go on." "Sex for you two has been your way of trying to find a balance in this struggle. I imagine you top Evan most of the time. But I'll bet you've let him top you once or twice just so he wouldn't feel that his maleness was second to yours. You do know that he wants you to top him most all the time?" "Uh, no, I don't think I realized that. . . . Now that I think of it, I was just looking at us from my perspective, colored by my worries. He's never flat out said he wants me to be dominant all the time." "He wouldn't. But I think you don't entirely trust what he says. Besides, for you two . . . maybe sex and spirit stay separated. You think if they were they to join, one of you would have to knuckle under to the other. You think Evan defers until something you do or somebody else does challenges his independence. Then he wants to step back into control, which leaves you wondering if what you'd felt was ever real. You even wonder if you and Evan can ever establish a balance. You two have trapped yourselves into thinking it has to be one way or the other about control. You've never asked yourselves if control even has to be an issue. You see - it's because you're an Alpha male and Evan is such a strong presence. It's very male, isn't it?" Kenny looked up from the sketch at Ron, whose mouth was gaping. "What?" Kenny questioned. "You CAN do it! You've set it out more clearly for me than I'd seen it." Ron's eyes fell back on the sketch, which he studied. "It doesn't give me any answers, but it helps me see the questions more clearly." Kenny smiled. Suddenly a gleam arose in Ron's eyes. "Do you sketch only where people are, or can you sketch where they could be, assuming all the details fall into place?" Kenny looked thoughtful. "I don't know. I've never tried it. I just concentrated on developing the insight I have. The idea interests me. But remember that I'm not a fortune teller. I just sketch what I see." "I wonder if there is some way to push what you see toward the future, such that you could begin to glean what could be there for Evan and me." Kenny cocked his head to the side. "Well . . . I guess we could try." "How about this," Ron began. "You told me you were sketching me as the Lion, head of our Pride. What if I asked you to sketch me as Evan's husband, and while you were doing that, I talk about what I see and feel in that role?" "Might work," Kenny answered. "It can't hurt anything to try," he stated, gently tearing his completed sketch from his drawing tablet and handing it to Ron, who placed it in front of him. "Go ahead." Ron thought a moment. As he began to talk, Kenny sketched rapidly, looking at Ron intently but listening more carefully to what Ron was saying. Quickly, Ron found himself lost in his description of how he would like to be Evan's husband, how they would be as a couple, what he'd do for Evan and what Evan would do for him. How intense their feelings would be, their life would be! All the while Kenny's hand was flying across the page. He'd never sketched so rapidly before. It was as though some faculty in his head had taken over, pointing his eyes at this detail this second, and then off to another detail seconds later. At the same time, he found himself responding to the tenor of Ron's remarks. Finally, Ron finished his account. "Is that enough?" Kenny sketched on for a few moments. He stopped, expelling a breath. "Wow! I've never felt like that before. . . . Gee! Wait until I tell Jeremy about this." "So let's see the sketch," Ron requested. Kenny scooted over beside him. They looked the sketch over together. The lines in the sketch were bolder, stronger. Ron was sitting up ramrod straight, his hard seven inches aligned with his spine; his ball sack was big, full. His legs were open, providing space between his hairy, strong thighs. His feet were resting on his heels, reminding Kenny of his first sketch of Robert that they sent to Evan. Ron's pubic bush seemed to fill in the space between his thighs. Ron's eyes gleamed with an inner light. His face suffused with joy, bespeaking strength but love too. His lips were open just enough to suggest that he was preparing to kiss someone. His arms were held out in a perfect half circle, preparing to embrace, but his palms were up. Just that simple arrangement of his hands offered a haven, peace, love. "Wow!" Kenny and Ron said simultaneously. They looked at each other and then laughed together at their joint reaction. "I'd say you and Evan can make a great couple if you sort out the struggle that you are feeling. Have you ever discussed it with him?" "Ron's head shot up in surprise. "No. It never occurred to me. I just thought we would spend time together, get to know each other better, and then we'd move to a stance that was comfortable to both of us." "All fairy-tale automatic, huh?" Kenny asked, his eyes dancing. Ron glanced at him, catching on immediately to his bold challenge to Ron's mindset. Ron lightly snorted in contempt. "Yeah, I should have thought more clearly about that." "Don't be hard on yourself," Kenny counseled. "Two bits says Evan was thinking the same thing." How did you get to be so smart?" Ron asked, taking the sketch gently from Kenny's hand and placing both of them in a nearby chair. Then he pounced on Kenny. "I can't help it. You've made me so happy. I have to show you how much I love you, Son, for you've got me cranked up to a dangerous level." It was a toss-up as to whether Ron pulled Kenny into a tight embrace or Kenny melted into his arms. Their kiss was passionate and long, full of tongues, gently caressing and sliding over each other. They pulled apart, taking turns nibbling on each other's lips. Their hips were making little thrusting movements against each other, which became more numerous as precum coated their dicks. Ron was aware for the first time that he was sharing, not dominating. He slowly rolled Kenny on top of him, running his hands down Kenny's ribs, making him jiggle his cock on Ron's because he was ticklish, but he didn't break the kiss. Slowly pulling his palms back up, Ron gently squeezed the muscle bundles he felt. Meanwhile, Kenny had broken away from the kiss so that he could lick Ron's lips, chin, ears, shoulders. Kenny slowly pulled Ron over on top of him, ministering to Ron's bigger muscles and ass as Ron had done to Kenny, kissing and gently biting the balled muscles in Ron's shoulders. He set up a determined butt wiggle that made their leaking cocks spread precum between, making surfaces even more deliciously slick. Kenny started whimpering, Ron moaning. "Tell me what you want of me, Son." "I want you to make love to me as you will to Evan the next time you two choose to do so." "As a husband, you mean?" Ron asked. "Yes," Kenny replied. "I like what you are doing Dad. You are being Poppa Ron, but we're equal. You give and you allow me to give. Now fuck me, please. Let me feel not just your power but your love." And Ron did. He started rolling them over and around on the carpet, with Kenny on top one time and Ron on top another. Finally, with Kenny on his back, he raised Kenny's legs, running his nose through Kenny's crack, moaning at the spicy musk he found there and the hair tickling his nose. Then he slowly started nibbling on Kenny's cheeks and licking Kenny's pucker, setting off shudders and moans. He stabbed his tongue into Kenny, tasting the spice more strongly. Kenny was moaning and trying to thresh around, but he held fast to Kenny's waist with his hands. Then he bounced up and attacked Kenny's balls, which elicited a squeal from the owner. Then he was burying Kenny's cock in his mouth and down into his throat, which brought Kenny's ass off the floor. "Please . . . , please, Dad . . . , I'm going to cum soon. Please stick that hot, hard cock in me." "Then you need to help out, Son," Ron said, putting Kenny's heels on the floor, moving his knees outside Kenny's legs, and knee- walking forward. Kenny lunged up to take Ron's dick in his mouth, allowing it to move deep into his throat, where he swallowed against it, setting up a shudder in Ron. Then he pulled back, licking Ron's cock and balls, really slathering them with spit. Ron moved quickly back down, reclaimed Kenny's legs, and placed his flared cock on Kenny's pucker, against which he immediately started pushing. With a moan, Kenny opened to Ron, who slid into the tight, hot warmth of Kenny's interior. He nearly lost it, gulping loudly several times as he halted his movement. Kenny waited until Ron showed signs of recovering from a near orgasm, and then he thrust his ass against Ron, setting up a kind of mambo around Ron's cock. Every swish with his ass made the hair there caress Ron's balls. Ron gasped, amazed that he was getting as much if not more from their making love as Kenny. Ron slathered his hand in spit, then grabbed hold of Kenny's fat dick, jacking it with movements now big, now little, all in a rhythm sympathetic to Kenny's dance on his dick. Kenny was pounding back against Ron, his ass convulsively gripping Ron's cock. Ron was thrusting back, but now in power strokes. This was to be about them both, not just one doing to another. Kenny was whimpering, whispering "Dad" to Ron. Ron responded with "Son." They were both close to the edge. Looking into each other's eyes, it was as though they were monitoring not just their progress but their speed to the finish line. As they neared it, their eyes began to close and their lips met just as the sparks ignited. Ron could feel Kenny's cum jet between them at the same time Kenny felt Ron's cock convulse inside him. Ron was moaning and Kenny was whimpering into their kiss. Their orgasm spun itself out slowly. Finally, they collapsed into each other, kissing gently, caressing each other's body, basking in the afterglow. Then they lay silent for perhaps five minutes. Eventually, Ron rolled off. Kenny hopped up and immediately started dressing. Ron was startled. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" Kenny ceased dressing for a moment while he rushed over and planted a quick, hot kiss on Ron's lips. "Everything is A-okay! It was great, Dad. I felt so loved. I'm just hurrying because Jeremy wants to plunge his seven-inch tamer in me while your cum is still warm inside me." Kenny paused for a moment, ready to pull his shirt over his head. "Jeremy's got a kinky side," he said, laughing as he pulled the shirt over his head and down his torso. "I love it." He jerked his socks on and rather stumbled into his shoes. "The sketches are yours, Dad. Maybe you want to show them to Evan. Discuss what the two of you see in them. I'll see to it that you get to see the sketches of Evan." As he headed to the door, Ron could barely contain a laugh. Kenny looked like he'd been tossed in a commercial clothes dryer to dress. His clothes were on him, but not in any decorous manner. "Good-by Dad," he shouted as he shot out the door. 'I wonder if Jeremy will wait for him to take all his clothes off before he attacks him,' Ron thought. *** Miles wasted no time in lining up an auctioneer, who insisted that he'd need at least four weeks to gear up and properly advertise the auction. Miles held to his course: the auction would occur in two weeks. When the auctioneer implied that Jim could pay him back for the short lead time by leaving his furniture in the house - in fact, leaving everything pretty much as it was so that it would look more like a working farm, Miles agreed, smiling. Now he found delight in Brenda's determined stance with her lawyer, Ford Winston, in leaving the details of the auction to Jim, for she had already recognized her lawyer's eagerness to be involved to a degree that made her uncomfortable. Thanks to Brenda, Miles had a free hand in establishing dates and details, but he kept Brenda and her attorney informed. He got a stiff argument from Ford, which didn't surprise him. What did surprise him was Ford's apparent belief that Miles would do whatever Ford suggested. He decided it owed to Ford's being Miles's father's age, allowing him to believe a strong hand was needed "with the youngster." Miles politely but firmly put an end to such thinking. Ever responsible, Jim wanted to begin immediately moving his farm equipment and the horses, but Miles had persuaded Jim to honor the auctioneer's request. Jim had argued that he would have so little time after the auction to take care of all those details that he might be forced to accept less-than-satisfactory locations. Ron assured him that there would be time enough and plenty of friends to help him move. Jim grudgingly capitulated to Miles's argument. Since he wouldn't be vacating for a while, Jim continued to live on the farm, but he spent more nights with Miles at his home in the city, or he would nearly beg Miles to spend the night at the farm. Miles knew Jim was drawing close because he felt threatened. In response to Miles's query, Jim was adamant that he would not be attending the auction. He just couldn't bring himself to engage in such a painful process. The two weeks passed quickly. Miles had worked it out with Ron and Evan that, on the afternoon of the auction, Evan would escort Jim from school to Ron's apartment, where Jim would await Miles's arrival after the auction for dinner with all four of them. Jim had smiled when Miles told him about those arrangements, commenting that at least he would be surrounded by his buddies. When Evan descended to Jim's office at the end of the day, he found him depressed. So Evan turned talkative, trying to keep Jim distracted. Jim refused to be drawn into much conversation. When they arrived at the apartment, Ron was already there, having just initiated preparations for dinner. "Hey, guys, come on in," he greeted Jim and Evan. "Hang your coats in here," he gestured toward the coat closet in the foyer. "Evan, why don't you give him a tour of the place?" Jim politely allowed himself to be led around the apartment, but Evan knew Jim's mind was someplace else. When they returned to the kitchen, Ron was hard at work preparing a casserole. Evan walked over, putting his arms around Ron, kissing him lightly, and looking into his eyes, letting him know that he knew about Ron and Kenny. When Ron understood the import of Evan's look, Evan kissed him again, slower, hotter this time. "I hear I have competition," he whispered, flicking Ron's ear hard with his middle finger but so Jim couldn't see. "I'm checking into a branding iron," Evan muttered archly. Ron laughed out loud. "I've got a couple of branding irons at the farm that I'll be selling," Jim said, watching them in amusement. "What would you be wanting your branding iron to say, Evan?" Jim asked, amused. Evan blushed, not intending that his muttered comments be heard by Jim. "Hm- m-m-m, maybe 'V' for victory." "Oh," Jim said, his voice falling in disappointment, "I thought you'd was 'SS' for Super Stud. Ron carries himself like one anyway." Evan looked skeptical. "Oh come on now, let's not get carried away. All that just because the man's got a big ass?" Ron turned and swatted Evan's. "A little respect for the chef, please." Jim and Evan were chuckling. Ron provided Jim and Evan a beer. The moment of levity being over, Jim seemed to revert to his quiet demeanor. Ron was trying to draw Jim into a conversation, but he wasn't having much luck. Evan had wandered out into the living room. All of a sudden a color analyst's voice issued from the living room. Ron grinned. Evan had turned the TV to ESPN, where a basketball game was in progress. Jim drifted in the direction of the voice, leaving Ron grateful that Evan had hit upon just the right activity that would pull Jim out of his misery. As Ron turned to preparing a salad, he heard Evan asking Jim some questions about the teams playing. On about the third question, he hit pay dirt, for Jim took over the conversation, explaining the team's performance to date. At just about the point that Jim might be too conscious of only his voice filling the room, Evan would ask another question. He was getting good at it, for each question seemed to require that Jim give a longer answer. Eventually, Ron completed preparations for the meal and set the table in the dining room. Evan had fetched Jim another beer, so Ron grabbed one for himself and joined Jim and Evan in the living room. Between them, Ron and Evan kept Jim talking about the two teams. Finally, a knock sounded on the apartment door. Jim's eyebrows immediately knitted and he sighed. He knew it was Miles. He knew the auction was over. He knew the farm was gone. Evan and Jim could hear Ron greeting Miles, hanging his coat up. When they walked into the living room, Jim arose and walked right into Miles's arms, who pulled him into a passionate kiss, as though it were the most natural circumstance for them to be kissing in front of Ron and Evan. In fact, it was a sign of the growing comfort among the guys. Just then a timer sounded in the kitchen. Evan excused himself to get Miles a beer, and Ron went to the kitchen. At Ron's invitation, they moved into the dining room. After Ron and Evan ferried the casserole, salad, bread, and wine to the table, they all started eating. "So put me out of my misery, Miles," Jim stated dolefully. "How soon do I have to leave the farm?" "You don't," Miles replied. Jim looked puzzled, cocking his head to one side. Ron and Evan looked at each other, smiles growing on their faces, beginning to understand the news that Miles was about to impart. They couldn't hold it in; they started laughing. Jim looked at them, turning red. "What's so funny?" he asked indignantly. "I think, Love, that they've figured out who the new owner of the farm is," Miles responded around a big grin. "Who?" Jim asked, a blank look on his face. "You're looking at him. Or one of them anyway. That's why you don't have to move from the farm," Miles explained, beaming. Jim's reaction was quite other than the three expected. He lay his fork down, scooting his chair away from the table. The look on his face turned stony, leaving Miles, Ron, and Evan puzzled, their amusement gone. "Does that mean I'm just a farmhand for you? Or are you going to lease the farm to me?" Jim asked, his manner cold. The three men looked at each other. Suddenly, a light dawned on Miles's face. He arose, walked to Jim's chair, and fell on his knees, tenderly embracing him. Then he eased back, a big smile on his face that nearly erupted into a laugh. "I'm your partner, dufus!" he exclaimed. Jim stared uncomprehendingly. "Huh?" "Jim, as former co-owner of the farm, you receive half of what I paid for the farm, and Brenda receives the other half. If you wish, you can put your half back into the farm. If Brenda is to reap the appreciated value of the farm, she also shares in that mortgage. Brenda's proceeds from the sale will be reduced by her prorated share of the mortgage, which will go to the bank. That's written into the divorce decree. Then, if you wish, we'll refinance the mortgage in both our names, for she would like to have her name off the mortgage when she pays her share. Then we'll be partners. Jim studied Miles's face for a long time. After casting furtive glances at Ron and Evan, Jim asked, "So it's just a business deal?" Miles blew out some breath in exasperation. "Jim, it's whatever you want it to be. No one is imposing anything on you, least of all me. I love your strong, proud, independent spirit. Whether it joins with me or directs me or bosses me, it's okay as long as I'm joined to you. Your spirit is so strong that I know you love me. I love you. So you tell me what you want it to be." Jim continued to stare at Miles. Then he fell forward, hugging Miles tightly, his head tucked into the crook of Miles's neck, his shoulders shaking a little. Occasionally, they could hear Jim's sniffles. Miles's eyes shown with love. He'd not only saved his man, but he'd joined them together. "So what'll it be?" Miles asked softly. Sniffing, Jim teased, "I didn't hear Love Slave in there anywhere," evoking laughter from them all. As they set about eating, Evan spoke up. "Miles, however improper, I have to ask how you pulled all this off. I can imagine, given his earlier behavior, Brenda's attorney kicking up a fuss if he learned you bought the farm. "All Ford Winston will ever know is that a holding company bought the farm, Barney-Zephyr, Incorporated." Jim snorted out a laugh. "You named a holding company after my . . . our horses?" "Why not? I know stranger names for companies." "So you couldn't have offered a bid at the auction. That would have tipped your hand," Ron asked. "Correct. My accountant, Herb Moran, did the bidding for me. And we broke no laws and breached no ethical canons." "Can one set up a holding company in two weeks?" Evan asked. "I started as soon as Brenda decided she wanted her share of the farm, so I had about three weeks. But I called in some favors to get the company established in time." The guys looked among themselves, smiling, suddenly high-fiving each other. (To be continued.) I apologize, readers, for the time elapsing between this posting and the last. I wouldn't want to do anything to suggest that I don't respect you. For several months I've been living in cars, airports, and PowerPoint. I've been in 15 cities this year on business, several cities more than once and more than half since this summer. In a feverish moment, I made matters worse by having my study painted and new bookshelves installed, which kept me away from my computer (my study's still not back to normal). When I could get to the computer, I had to do workplace stuff. Life is settling down, at least for the rest of this year. My plans are that Chapter 39 will forthcoming sooner. I appreciate your patience. Evan

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Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2002 18:07:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Evan Bradely Subject: Chapter 37 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EvanBradley33@Yahoo.com Chapter 37 Shifting Centers As it often occurred, Evan and Troy were in the kitchen at the same time to prepare their breakfasts. Such encounters with Jeremy occurred less and less since Kenny and he had come to an understanding with Joe and Rachel Walters about their spending the night together at Kenny's home. Evan was finishing his breakfast as Troy was preparing his. "Evan, Mom wants to see me this afternoon after basketball practice. Is it still okay with you to meet her here? She's afraid that every day that passes before we meet, the chances are less that I'll return home." "Of course. I guess you have a big decision to reach?" Evan asked, not wanting to make the issue any larger for Troy than necessary. "Huh?" "Whether you're returning home?" "Oh, yeah," Troy said emptily. Actually, he knew he wasn't returning home, but in case something changed, he didn't want to tell Evan he was staying and then pull the rug out from under him later by returning home. They conversed in a desultory manner and then went their separate ways. On the drive to school, Evan wondered what he would do with himself while Troy's mother was visiting. It occurred to him that he'd have to take himself off someplace. Where? He wasn't a casual shopper, so the mall wasn't an answer. He didn't feel like a movie. The thought of dinner alone was strangely unsettling. Miles and Jim needed time alone now that Jim faced serious issues about keeping the farm, so he wouldn't butt in there just to purchase some comfort for himself. As he rolled into the north parking lot at school, he felt disconnected, as though someone had ripped out all his wiring connecting him to others, rendering him peripheral. He immediately thought of a biorhythm chart, which plotted three cycles of one's inner dynamics. If those three cycles ever became simultaneous in the trough of the cycle, watch out Mamma! It was a day for crawling back under the covers. He wondered what his biorhythms chart would look like for this day - maybe explain his disconnected feeling. The best moment of the morning was when Tony and Angela, upon arriving for class, stepped up to the desk to greet Evan and ask him how he was. It seemed that Angela was attempting to make her smile more meaningful than usual. Tony had winked at Evan while giving him a warm smile. Evan spotted Troy and Susan deep in whispered conversation at the back of the room so that they couldn't be overheard. He knew Troy was telling Susan about his mother's visit that afternoon. He got a wink from Kenny and Jeremy blew him a kiss. Evan handled the morning's classes without thinking much at all about anything else. As the morning wore on, he didn't know whether he was caught up in rote motion or total absorption in teaching. At noon, Evan was back to pondering where he could go after school. He himself would have liked to meet Troy's mother, Emily Morgan, but he felt those two needed time alone. He was convinced it just wouldn't be good for him to be in the house while they were putting together Troy's future. Evan contemplated the chance that Troy might be moving out soon. That was a downer! Evan had become accustomed to the warmth he felt when Troy was in the vicinity. He loved looking at his big, beautiful body, sharing space with it, seeing those dimples, getting a glimpse of white briefs stretched tightly over those muscular ass cheeks, and those killer legs, the muscles sometimes quivering or flexing. He always boned up at the sight. If Troy returned to the Morgan home, Evan would also pass up a chance to see Susan more often. Cody too - especially Cody, who wasn't in any of Evan's classes. It felt great when those three were in the house at the same time as Jeremy and Kenny. Ah-oh! He would begin to feel solitary now that Jeremy was spending more time at Kenny's home. He guessed he shouldn't harbor any ill feelings about the Walters' residence becoming Jeremy's home too. Both boys had overnight kits that they kept at the other residence, and he knew they had clothes strung out between both places. He smiled. It actually made him happy for them, but he could stand to see Jeremy a little more often. He guessed he'd been spoiled when Jeremy was there all the time. So where could he go? Immediately, Ron popped into mind. Evan stood in his classroom, looking out the window, considering his lack of alternatives. 'Oh hell,' Evan thought, 'maybe it's time for me to make the first move.' He'd go see Ron in his lab. They'd work out a solution. After Evan had trekked through the halls down to the science wing of the school, he found Ron standing at the back of his lab at one of the long lab desks, bent over chemicals he'd taken out of the cabinets along the back wall, measuring a powdery substance out of a large brown glass jar into smaller glass dishes. 'Damn, that hunk looks fine!' Evan thought. Broad shoulders, shapely chest and arms, muscled ass. He looked up when Evan entered his field of vision, a smile instantly lighting up his face. "Ah," he began, mischief dancing in his eyes as Evan approached him. "Finally lured you to my lair, did I?" Evan smiled, remarking coolly, "I was just passing by. Thought I'd make a charity call." Ron passed up what would have been his customary retort about Evan's being unable to keep away from a stud. He wanted a different dynamic to arise among them, a new day. They could work their way back to the teasing, challenging, smart-ass repartee later. Evan's eyebrows raised a little, indicating that he noted the difference. "By the way, I think I need to start addressing you as the Titan," Ron said. "Oh?" Evan responded. "What's earned me such a sobriquet?" "Ou-u-u-u-u," Ron reacted, much in the manner of Jeremy. "I just love it when a man's language moves to an intellectual register." "My ass!" Evan retorted. "Well, I've expressed a fondness for that too," Ron observed, looking down demurely as though he were a shy creature disclosing a deep secret. "Back to the point," Evan pressed, barely suppressing a burst of derisive laughter. "Note the language you're using - asses and points," Ron indicated. "I'm trying to be chaste and pure. How can I when you are enticing me with such seductive language? To answer your question, Troy and Jeremy gave me a blow-by-blow account of your encounter with Roy Morgan." "Oh," Evan said, his voice falling a little. "By the way, note the suggestiveness of your own language - 'blow by blow,' Punster!" Ron smiled. "It's catching, you see." Ron continued to gaze at Evan. "Do you think that will be the end of Roy's thrashing around about Troy?" Evan shrugged his shoulders. "Roy called Dave Hernandez the next morning, trying to drum up support for some move against me." "Oh?" Ron voiced concern. "What was Roy's approach to Dave?" Evan sighed, answering in a sing-song manner. "I'm ruining Troy's game; Jeremy, Kenny and I are fags, the reason Troy moved in; Roy wants to get Troy back home to 'straighten out this misunderstanding'; stuff like that. Dave didn't buy a bit of it. Suggested that he discuss the situation with Kate Williams." Ron barked out a laugh. "That Dave has a sadistic streak, huh?" Evan grinned, sharing their understanding of the surprise that would await Roy if he pursued such a gambit with Kate. "Is Roy just mean or stupid?" Ron asked. "Did the guys tell you about Mrs. Morgan's ultimatum to Roy." "Yeah." "I think he's desperately trying to regain his former power in the family. He hasn't tipped to the fact that he's lost that forever. None of these people will move back under his tyrannical thumb again. I think he didn't do well when he studied history. Never learned anything about the lessons it has to offer. He also never studied philosophy or political science, for he's forgotten the curse of power - well one of them at least: people will be ruled only as long as the rule benefits them. When it doesn't, they will throw the power holder over, what we observed in the past few years in the former Soviet Union. Even when Troy nearly shouted 'No' in response to Roy's telling him to get his things because he was coming home, Roy registered surprise but no real understanding of the implications in Troy's loud, sharp reply. I'd almost be tempted to think the man dense except for the ploys Roy used to guilt Troy into returning home with him. They were pretty good for someone acting spontaneously. Actually, that's what brings me here." Ron looked up, waiting for him to go on. "Troy wants to have a long visit with his mother at our place. I assured him that we'd clear the field for him to have that chat. He wants it to be this afternoon after ball practice. Jeremy will be at work. I think it best if I weren't lurking about the premises. So I was wondering if you'd allow me to take you to Francini's for dinner." Evan paused and gulped as he pushed into the daring area of his request. "Then maybe you'd give me a tour of your apartment." Ron gazed at Evan for the longest time, finally making Evan nervous about having asked. 'Oh no,' he thought, 'I shouldn't have done this.' Evan blushed, turning to flee. "Wait," Ron requested hurriedly. Evan turned back. "Okay," Ron answered, betraying no emotion. "Let's." Taking his cue from Ron's neutral response, Evan offered hesitantly, no longer certain that his suggestions were welcome, "Why don't I pick you up around 5:00? We can make an early evening of it?" "Five it is," Ron responded, still neutrally. Just then Byron Okata and Sherry Westbrook entered the lab, holding hands. They walked up to Ron and Evan. "Hi, Mr. Halsey," Byron greeted Evan, smiling warmly. "Let me introduce you to Sherry Westbrook." Since he was the elder under the new etiquette, Evan extended his hand to Sherry, who shook it, smiling warmly. 'Damn,' Evan thought, 'she's a cutie. Good for Byron!' "Mr. Hamilton asked me to tutor Sherry in her General Science class," Byron explained to Evan. Evan looked at Ron, his eyebrows slightly arched. Ron smiled. He knew Evan was pleased. "Great," Evan responded. "Sherry, you have a good teacher here." She smiled. "Byron's helped me so much." A bit of orneriness lighted her eyes. "Besides, he's a hunk." Byron immediately blushed, ducking his head a little but smiling hard. "Makes learning easier," she concluded. "Whoa now. A hunk?" Evan said, expressing skepticism. "This man has done a snow job on you, I think." Byron punched Evan lightly on the shoulder. "Leave my woman to her own impressions. Don't make me have to hurt ya'," he warned, grinning. Ron and Evan both roared, reveling in Byron's feeling his oats enough to get back at Evan and to stand his own ground. Sherry looked at all of the men, a little puzzled. "Must be a guy thing," she muttered, causing the three males in the group to laugh again. "Well, I must take my leave," Evan commented. "Five o'clock," he said, looking at Ron, who winked back, a response that wasn't lost on Byron and Sherry. "He's done a snow job on you!" Byron cheekily observed to Ron. More laughter. Evan just wagged his finger threateningly at Byron while smiling. Then he left for his afternoon classes. *** Angela Walker, Tony Francini's girlfriend, spied Ron and Evan waiting to be seated at Francini's Italian Restaurant. She shot over to the hostess's stand, signaling Maria that these were special guests. She greeted them warmly, asking what kind of a day they'd had at school. She was actually scrutinizing them, gauging what kind of dining arrangement they needed. 'Ah-oh,' she thought. 'These guys are really reserved. Usually they're smiling and chatting us up when they eat here. I bet they didn't talk much in the car. They're together to iron out something. They need The Alcove.' As soon as she had seated Ron and Evan, she sent an older waiter to take their drink orders while she hunted up Tony. "Tony, Ron and Evan are here for dinner. I guess the soup really worked its magic on Evan." Tony didn't react at first. Then he asked, "How did they seem? Okay?" Angela shook her head in the negative. "I'll go wait on them. Thanks, Babe." Tony shot off. Tony slowed to a stop at the entrance of the aisle leading to The Alcove, studying the two. He wanted to determine how to approach them. Ron had his elbows on the table and his hands folded up in the air blocking his face a little, looking everywhere but at Evan. Evan was staring at the tablecloth so he wouldn't have to look at Ron. 'Whoa,' Tony thought. 'Not good!' He walked jauntily to their table. "Hey, Dudes, glad you came to eat dinner here. Are you rewarding yourselves with dinner after a hard day?" "Something like that," Ron answered, smiling, a twinkle in his eyes. "Now if we had more Angelas in class, we wouldn't have such a hard time. It's these guys the Angelas date - I don't know where they drag them in from. They're what's hard to take." Tony grinned, flipping the bird at Ron, who laughed loudly. He loved it when kids had created a self-image strong enough to be sassy. Tony and Ron chatted about the basketball team while Evan listened, smiling. Tony would look at Ron, then Evan, then Ron while talking to them, making certain to maintain eye contact with both. Finally, Evan picked up his menu, studying the offerings. >From time to time, Tony would shoot Evan a glance, usually lost on him because he was buried in the menu. An older waiter brought their drinks. Tony flipped out his pad to take their orders. When Evan ordered gazpacho instead of a salad, Tony winked at him. "Hooked you with the gazpacho, didn't I?" "Yes, you know and use your weapons well." That required a brief, neutral account from Tony about having lunch in Evan's classroom. Ron immediately aped a pout. "Gee, I guess I don't rate. I've never had the local Italian stud bring gazpacho to my lab for lunch." Tony snickered. "Maybe you haven't played your cards right." "And the iceberg over there has?" Ron asked skeptically. "Don't kid me. That man is constitutionally incapable of playing poker. He won't bet. He won't risk losing a thin dime. So don't tell me he played his cards right," Ron joked. Evan regarded him with slightly raised eyebrows and the slightest of smiles. "It's out of your class, Plebe. To understand, you might articulate your memory stores for a proverb about the mountain coming to Mohammed." As he uttered the last challenge, Evan's eyebrows raised a quarter of an inch. "Ou-u-u-u, I love this," Tony rhapsodized. "Highbrow kickboxing!" They all laughed. Tony left to with their orders, having drawn both Ron and Evan out of their reserved positions. Ron was looking at Evan intently. As though they were in a wrestling stance, he went for a quick take- down. "Evan, I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. But I was out of practice in building a genuine relationship that could support real love. So I made some mistakes. Before I moved here, I thought you were so needy and I needed someone so badly that we'd fall into each other's arms, have hot sex, and live happily ever after." Silence. "Back where I was living, I was making choices I really didn't like. You see, I hate one-night stands. I'm really not into the bar scene. But I was getting hard up enough that I was doing both. It was a come-down for me." Silence. Tony brought their gazpacho, chatting them up a little, for he'd noticed that they had lapsed into silence. He'd been checking them out from a distance, noting that they had been talking seriously before he went to the kitchen. They must have reached a touchy point. After Tony left, Ron continued. "I was getting scared that I was becoming desperate. I didn't know where that would lead. I hated even thinking of it. I like being in control, leading, caring for someone. None of those guys wanted anything like that. Then bingo! Here's Tim Minor back in my life, telling me about you and recruiting me for his job. It seemed too ideal to be a coincidence, like Tim had planned it. That really made me suspicious. But my fear about where I was heading forced me to visit here to check out the details that Tim was feeding me about the job, this city, and you." Evan cleared his throat but said nothing. He was slowly eating his soup, occasionally raising his eyes to look into Ron's. Ron sighed, tasting the soup, which he found quite good. "When we met, Evan, it was wonderful, all I'd hoped. I thought you were a little compulsive about a few things. I didn't care. You were my hope, my future. I couldn't get enough of you." Evan looked at Ron seriously. "Someone asked me once if you and I believed that Tim, feeling guilty, brokered a relationship between us to salve his guilty conscience. Did that notion ever occur to you?" Evan inquired. "Much as I dislike Tim for the way he treats people who've given him their hearts and hope, I do believe he had something like that in his mind. It's just too coincidental otherwise. Given the way he treated both of us, I find it hard to believe he was feeling any guilt. But guilt is the only piece that unites all the other pieces of the puzzle of 'Why did Tim Minor effect these moves.'" "I'm not arguing with you, Ron, just playing the Devil's Advocate," Evan responded. "If that was Tim's intention, then why involve you with that hunk Randall York? Why sell Randall on the idea that you would share me with him, allow Randall to turn me into his love slave?" Ron thought a bit. "To test us. I think he was counting on our sniffing out a suspicious intention on that one. I mean, look how little time it took for us to do that when we finally met Randall at that bar. You were quicker than I was. Tim knew that would happen. But by being the baddie and supposedly trying to break us up, he knew we would come right back at Randall, drawing us closer together as we united to meet the threat. After all, what benefit would he gain from our falling out of the relationship he'd helped create? Evan thought a bit. "Caring and concern over the damage he did? Revenge? Satisfaction? Keeping a finger in our pie? Letting us know he could step into our lives anytime he liked? Mischief? Meanness?" He shrugged his shoulders. "What fits?" Tony brought their meals at that point. He'd noticed that they'd started talking, and he overheard Evan's last question, so he didn't linger at the table. Ron knew how Evan liked to deliberate a point, so he took each question one-by-one. "If Tim's really involved with the legislator who bumped Alan Frazier out at the same time he's establishing himself in a new job, he doesn't have time to be mean or nasty, to remain involved in our relationship. Besides his treatment of men with whom he's fallen in love but is trying to push away, have you ever seen Tim be mean or nasty?" "Well, there was the bit he tried with Wendy Fielding - to embarrass me." Evan related the event to Ron. "Yeah, but he was trying to push you away, right?" "Right." "Again, he has too many other important priorities in his life to take time to remind us that he can step back into our lives at will. Remember, he wanted OUT of our lives. He was driven by his inability to continue in a deepening relationship. I can't see him wanting to keep that door open once he'd shut it." Evan shook his head slowly as he listened to Ron. "I still have a little trouble believing Tim cares anything about us." Ron smiled. "It does feel like a stretch, doesn't it? But what a mistake if we don't give him credit. We aren't the type to treat others unjustly." Evan shook his head in agreement. Ron continued, "Before you, I thought sex was the ultimate expression of love. If the sex was good, the love was deep." "Don't beat yourself up, Ron," Evan answered. "I thought the same thing. What turned your thinking around?" "Miles and Jim. That talk we had after the ballgame. They helped me see new possibilities for us. You know, Evan, we are lucky to have them as friends. They want us to succeed as a couple so much, not just for us but for them too. They need us in their lives. It's like our kids, Jeremy, Kenny, and Cody needing Troy and Susan and the others in their lives. How much poorer they would be without those interactions. It will be the same for us and for Miles and Jim if you and I don't make our relationship work." Even shook his head in agreement. Tony arrived to remove their plates. They sat in silence, contemplating their discussion. Tony brought the check to Evan, who left him a whopping tip, smiling at his anticipation of Tony's face when he picked it up. They arose. Ron was smiling too. "Left a killer tip, didn't you?" "Yeah," Evan grinned back. "Wouldn't you?" "Oh yeah." They drove back to Ron's apartment in silence. When Evan had parked the car in front of Ron's apartment house and they were moving to the door, Ron placed his arm companionably across Evan's shoulders. Evan relaxed into the gesture. He knew the former Ron would have cupped his ass with his hand. The change signaled Evan that Ron wasn't kidding when he stated that he wanted them to start over. The arm over the shoulder would happen on a serious second or third date. When they reached the steps, Ron moved ahead of Evan. On the second floor, Ron led him down to the end of the hall. When he'd unlocked the door, he gestured for Evan to precede him into a small foyer. Ron smiled. "Let me show you the place." They walked into a large carpeted living room. Since I'm at the end of a hall, I have a fireplace," he explained, pointing to the left wall. "Those are the bookshelves I had built on either side of the fireplace." "This is a condo," Evan exclaimed, "not just an apartment." "Right. It's new and roomier than an apartment. It's so roomy that I don't have a lot of furniture yet." Ron led him into a dining room adjoining the living room and then into a well-appointed shiny kitchen with an adjoining laundry room on one side of a short hall and a pantry and storage closet on the other. Back out in the dining room, they walked down a hall with doors leading to the master bedroom, which featured a large bed, causing Evan's eyebrows to raise a little. The master bath was huge, with room for a Jacuzzi, shower, and a sunken bathtub. "Damn," Evan whispered softly. "What?" Ron asked, betraying a little concern. Evan blushed. "Seeing that huge bed and that sunken bathtub is filling my head with images." Ron snickered. They walked past two other bedrooms, one converted into a study, which was clearly where Ron did a lot of school- related work. It was large enough to allow for a weights workout station. The entire place was full of closets and storage space. Another door led back into the living room with a balcony off the right. "Ron, this is nice. I can imagine why you like holing up here on the weekends." When they walked into the living room, Evan spun about, grabbed Ron, and laid a hot kiss on him. Ron pulled Evan into him, bending him slightly backward, they were so jammed against each other. Evan could feel Ron's cock growing hard against him, as his own was doing. He moved his hand down, rubbing his palm over the growing bulge. Ron gently reached for Evan's hand, pulling it slowly out from between them and up to his mouth. He broke the kiss, looking into Evan's eyes as he raised Evan's hand to his lips and gently kissed the palm. Evan's look was full of questions since he realized that his initiation of sex had been aborted. "Evan, I want us to start over." Ron stepped back a short pace, caressing Evan's cheek with the palm of his hand. "Have you noticed that all we do is have sex? That when we aren't with each other, we don't think about each other that much? And if we do, it's a fantasy about sex with each other? That when we are together and are free to do so, we jump right into sex? It's like I said this evening at Francini's. We both thought sex was the ultimate expression of love. Now we know differently. But saying we know isn't enough. We have to break the pattern and start a new one." Evan's brow was wrinkled, but he slowly shook his head in the affirmative. "Do you know other guys have it different, Evan? Miles and Jim are as present with each other when they are apart as when they were together. And the way they feel when they have sex is the same way they feel about each other when they aren't making love?" "How do you know all this?" Evan asked. "As I explained, we went to a diner after the last ball game for coffee and had a long talk. I told them things were a little off between us. I told them about my being so thoughtless about my apartment. Don't worry: no one ran you down. As I explained this evening, they care about us Evan. They want it to work for us. They want us to be their close friends. So they were trying to help me get my head on straight about my role in a relationship and our love for each other." Evan just stared back, but Ron knew the cogs behind those probing blue eyes were flying at warp speed. "We can do this, Evan," Ron said, barely covering his inner excitement about their prospects. "If we go back to 'go,' we can make this relationship truly strong because it won't be based on just sex. We're both strong. We're intelligent. And we're feeling people. We can get this right!" he exclaimed, smiling triumphantly. "Does this mean that we don't see each other?" Evan asked a little plaintively. "Seeing each other is crucial. We just won't be having sex when we do." "But there will be sex at some point, won't there," Evan asked wistfully, making Ron smile because Evan seemed like a little boy who thought his bike was being taken way from him. Ron chuckled. "It will be a major test to keep my hands off you until we both are ready again. We'll know together when that will be. . . . This will be good, Evan. We'll be set for life if we give this a chance. I bet even the sex will be better, deeper." "How do you know we won't drift apart?" Evan asked apprehensively. "This is how I know," Ron said, stepping back against Evan, pulling him into a sweet kiss that built with passion, their tongues moving languorously together as though they were expressing what their bodies wanted. As the passion deepened, Evan felt strength begin leaving his legs. He suddenly sagged, no longer able to stand upright. Ron pulled him tighter against his body. Eventually, he ended the kiss. "That's how I know," he whispered. "When you started to drop, I held you tighter to me. We won't drift away. We're bonded. We just need to grow the connections. . . .Remember when Jeremy and Kenny came home and found us after having just made love in the sunroom?" Evan slowly shook his head in the affirmative. "Jeremy asked what we were doing. I replied that we had mated. We did, Evan. We mated then. That's why we won't drift away from each other." When Evan could stand, he moved back a pace or two. He glanced at his wristwatch. "Ron, I hate to, especially at this point in our discussion, but I need to get back. If Troy decides to move back home, he won't want to just move out without saying something. I should be there. I've probably lingered too long anyway." Evan paused. "I want this to work, Ron. I NEED you." "Then we'll be champs," Ron said. Evan turned and walked to the door, a big bulge in his slacks. Ron had one too. Evan looked back. Then he opened the door and left. *** Troy was wandering nervously from room to room, awaiting his mother's arrival. Knowing that she'd expect him to return with her, he was worrying about how she would react to his refusal. He just couldn't live with his father anytime soon, certainly never if his father refused to accept him as he was. Something had happened to him in the past few weeks, especially that night when his dad came over to take him back home. Troy knew he would never change, never buckle under to his father. In fact, he knew he was now incapable of it even if others wanted, needed, and were counting on it. Susan and he had discussed the matter over several days. She hadn't told him what he ought to do, but she helped him clarify his feelings so that he could determine how to justify his decision to his mother. He heard a soft knock on the door. He'd been so deep in thought he hadn't even heard her car. He opened the door, smiling when he saw her. She was a beautiful woman, petite, blond, striking blue eyes, a body to match. One wouldn't imagine that she had given birth to four strapping lads. Troy had always been proud when they were together in public. His friends had often complimented him for having such a stunning mother. Cody, even as young as he was back then, had a wolfish gleam in his eyes when he met her for the first time. Troy's mother walked into his arms. She was short enough that he had to lean down. She hugged him tightly, whispering how much she had missed him, how much she loved him, worried about him, he whispering the comparable sentiments back to her. After a long while, she stood back, tears sparkling in her eyes. She fumbled in her purse for a handkerchief, which she used to dab her tears away. Then she ran her eyes up and down, checking him out in all those ways mothers do. "How are you doing, Son? You're looking okay." "I'm fine, Mom," Troy answered as he closed the door. "I'm doing well at school. Susan and I are super okay. Evan and Jeremy have made me so welcome here. Let me show you around." He took Emily on a tour of the house. She looked on approvingly as they toured the upper floor, asking him questions all the way to determine how he had actually been faring while absent from home. Was he eating nutritious meals? Was he eating breakfast? Did Mr. Halsey prepare all his meals? He REALLY had learned how to use the washer and dryer on his own? Then he took her to the basement to show her his room. She noted with approval all the books and papers and notebooks on his desk. "Have you turned into a scholar? I like all those books and papers' looking obviously used. And this room is nice, Troy. I can't believe what I'm seeing. You've even made your bed. You never did that at home." Troy grinned. "Mom, I'm living with Evan Halsey. It's an unwritten rule here that everyone makes his bed in the morning." "How is it that Mr. Halsey can get you to do something that I can't?" "If you ever meet him, you won't have to ask that question." They had returned to the upper floor at this point. Her brow creased. "He sounds like your father." "Nope. Not at all or I wouldn't be here. Mom, would you like something to drink?" Emily spied a box of Bigelow's Constant Comment Tea on a shelf. "Oh," she exclaimed. "I love Constant Comment Tea. I haven't had it in several years. I'd love some of that." "Coming right up," Troy said as he set about preparing the tea. "If you love this kind of tea so much, why don't you have it at home?" "You're father didn't like it. He finally objected to seeing it in the kitchen." Troy paused, turning to his mother, frowning. "Mom, you've created a monster." She sighed. "I know. I've taken myself to task for my share in allowing these events to happen." She thought a moment while Troy was busy with the tea. "To be more accurate, my inaction allowed these events to occur." They stood, visiting about Troy's brothers until the tea was ready. "It's so strange seeing a son I love living in another home. It's strange imagining your doing the mundane tasks of ordinary life not where I live but in somebody else's home." Troy placed their cups and saucers, sugar bowl, spoons, and napkins on a tray, which he carried into the sunroom. "This way," he indicated. Emily followed him into the sunroom, where he placed the tray on the coffee table. "I love this room," his mother commented. "Everyone does," Troy answered. "When the gang gathers here after an evening on the town, we're always in this room. I often do reading assignments in here." They sat and enjoyed their tea. Troy finally broke the ice. "Mom, why did you marry Dad?" "I loved him." "Yeah, I know that. I should have asked what attracted you to him?" "Your father was very charming in those days, Troy. He was big, strong, handsome, and sexy. He's REALLY good in bed," she said, smiling. "So good we ended up with four boys. Your father is virile too." She paused, looking deep into the Norfolk pines. "The last few years though, sex has been more an occasion to flex his muscles, so to speak. His intention seems more to be demonstrating his sexual prowess as opposed to demonstrating his love for me or anything important about us. There's been less time for me to demonstrate my love for him because he's in control. Like he's directing our love-making." "Wow, Mom. I can't believe we're talking like this," Troy confessed, blushing slightly. "Why not, Son? "You were always so quiet, so refined. . . . I'm not complaining. I like the idea that I can talk to my mom about anything. I didn't like your being so quiet." "That lasted until I was awakened one morning by Roy, to be told that he'd kicked my oldest son out in the middle of the night without consulting me. Like you're not my son too! Like my feelings don't count for anything! That's what being quiet and refined around your father got me. It was a wake-up call. I knew the dynamics in our relationship and family had to change, or I'd be running into more shocks like that. Since then, I've become tough. I'm finally claiming ground I should have occupied years ago. Besides, while you've demonstrated that you're a real man now, you still have a lot to learn. It's time for us to have conversations like this. You can learn from my mistakes. In terms of inner strength, you're Roy's son. You don't want to go down a path with Susan like that your father and I chose. Susan's sensible, but I was too - up to a point." "I guess I still don't understand how you can be so strong now but have been so silent all those years," Troy explained, his eyes gently begging for an explanation. Emily smiled. "Troy, I grew up in a large rural family where women had no worth if they weren't married to a man, a means of demonstrating that they had won a man's approval. You could be intelligent, creative, responsible, articulate, but it all counted for nothing until it was acknowledged by a man. That's the way we were raised. That's was programmed into our recesses so deeply we didn't even see it. We needed a man's approval to be worth anything. It didn't make any difference how he treated you. Aunt Rose and Great Aunt Delores's husbands beat the stuffing out of them at the least so-called provocation. We all knew it was happening. You can only pretend not to see bruises. Like all the women in my family, they suffered in silence. Whatever Uncle Don did to Aunt Rose, it was better to her than having no husband at all." She lapsed into silence, looking unhappily into space. "What would you do today if you saw Aunt Rose all bruised?" "Pull Uncle Don aside and tell him that if I ever heard or saw again that he laid a hand on her, I'd clean his clock." Troy's eyes widened. "Mom, no offense, but could you really do that as small as you are?" Troy asked, taking a sip of his tea. "Son, I realize now that to really clean a clock, you start with the pendulum and balls." Troy choked on his tea, which spewed forth, testimony to his surprise at his mother's remark. He scooted to the kitchen to grab a towel to wipe up the spewed tea and wipe off his face. "Are you okay?" Emily asked, her brows knitted in concern. "I just never expected to hear my mom talk like that. Or even consider such a thing. I guess you ARE getting tough." "What weapons do I have with men who don't value women? Men who ignore what women say, shove their sons out into the night with no consultation? My method is called 'getting their attention.'" Troy snickered. "The fact that you're small doesn't discourage you?" "Why should it? I'm lower to the ground, I'm fast, and I don't have to have big feet to put a man on his knees, groaning, thinking he won't ever push matters like that with me again. From now on, any man who thinks my dignity, person, and rights are fair targets for his foolishness and ignores my warnings is going to be on his knees, rethinking his assumptions." "But Mom! What if Uncle Don hurt you? Knocked you out? Put you in the hospital?" "When I got out and healed and he was out of jail, the next time I saw him, I'd walk up to him and put him on his knees. Then I'd explain things to him so that he'd never, ever do that again. If I had a husband who was worth anything, I wouldn't have to do that myself. But I'm no longer afraid to do it. To fail to do it is to have to suffer a tyrant like your father and Uncle Don. No more." "Does Dad understand that?" "I've told him our positions. He hears but doesn't listen well. He'll improve over time." She paused. "Since your father kicked you out, Troy, I've been thinking about those years in our early marriage. I realize now that, when you came along, he started changing. He became controlling. With the birth of each of you boys, that need to control every detail became stronger, so he became more demanding. Before long, he was dictatorial. I think he thought he was doing his husbandly-fatherly best for us. As the family grew, he became more worried about what it took to feed and protect all of us. Somehow, he forgot about loving us." "That makes no sense to me. Parents teach us to pay attention to our responsibilities. Loving family is chief among those. How could he forget that? Is it because his parents didn't model that for him because they didn't know it either?" "You've surely noticed, Troy, that the Morgan family is not warm. Why do you think they don't get together much? Mostly a Christmas dinner. Not even Thanksgiving. A rock couldn't absorb any warmth from their company. I think there's a lot of unhappiness buried in the Morgan family. Actually, their aloofness meant we could spend more time with my family. Your father always enjoyed those occasions. But it also cast his family's coldness into stark relief, which he couldn't ignore. That's when I noticed he was getting down on different groups of people, minorities of various sorts. He just couldn't seem to translate what he experienced with my family to his family. How that failure transferred to minorities and other groups I don't understand. I became convinced that, when he tried so hard to relive his jock years through you, he was really unhappy with the way things had come to be in our marriage and family - and maybe even in HIS life." Emily paused, sipping her tea, obviously savoring it. "I think, lacking a good model in the Morgan family, he was reaching back to recapture a simpler time when there weren't so many demands on him and when issues like your sexual behavior weren't complex. Understand: no one put any demands on your father. He imposed those on himself. By that time, we no longer made joint decisions or shared our feelings." "Did he ever care about us?" Troy asked. "Didn't you ever notice how your name is your father's name with a 'T' in front - Roy, then Troy?" "No." Troy looked at his mother, his mind obviously running through possible implications of her question. "I noticed that the names rhymed, but I thought that that was coincidental. I never thought there was any more to it." "Your father insisted on your name. He didn't want a junior in the family - thought it was unfair to any son to be compared to his father so visibly. But your name was enough like his that he felt a special bond between you two." "I might have realized that bond existed if he'd ever told me, ever talked to me about it," Troy said bitterly. "I felt that we had a bond as jocks until he started pressuring me to play basketball in a way foreign to Coach Hernandez's style. What you just said about a bond is nothing he ever expressed to me." "That's the dark side of a controlling personality: he can't trust anyone to stand on equal footing with him while maintaining control. He thinks that when a man provides people too much information about himself, he puts them in a position to leverage control over him if they wish. They also might come to regard him as weak. So your father discloses little except what he expects from you. I've noticed that when men are afraid, they compensate by managing others more. They don't really do anything in regard to themselves, just others. That's your father." She paused a moment. "I think Roy must have been a cut-throat jock - you know: win at any cost. It's the only way I can explain his behavior. I don't think you'll move into that kind of despicable behavior, Troy. Anyway, as you can understand, because I'm setting matters aright, you can come home now. I want all of us back together." She looked at him in anticipation. He arose, walked over to his mother and knelt before her, taking her hands in his. "Mom, I love all of you. I don't love Dad anymore. Maybe someday I can love him again. But not now. I'll never love him again if I come home now. I'm just not going to be around him. He's so stupid - " "Troy, you're talking about your father." "I've earned the right to say it: he's so stupid he doesn't realize how much he's hurt me. I never knew calling someone names could strip away the hide from the soul, but that's what he did to me." He paused. "And I followed him, using those names against others. But a few of them, Susan among them, called me on it, made me think about what I was really doing to those people. I had no justification for doing that to anyone. Dad has no justification for doing that to me. Do you know how I felt when he called me a fag? I wince when I think about how others must have felt after I did that. I didn't make a practice of it, usually just did it behind their backs, which was rotten anyway." Troy shook his head a little, trying to push the memories from his mind. "Do you know how bad I felt when Dad told me to get what I needed and get out of the house? I wasn't even allowed to say goodbye to anyone. Does any father have a right to say that to his son, who didn't hurt anyone? Didn't do anything wrong? We're supposed to be a family. Did he really have a right to kick me out? I was so afraid, so ashamed. But what the hell did I have to be ashamed about? Disappointing my father? That's no longer a sin in this day and age. You do me no favors asking me to return because that is what he'll do - remind me of my sins in his world, and he wouldn't have to speak a word to do it. I can be strong like you too, Mom. I can say 'enough!' He hasn't changed. He's just humoring you. I won't come back." Emily sighed, looking deeply into her son's eyes, where she saw hurt, maybe hatred (but she didn't want to think about that), great strength and determination. "I think we'd better never tell your father that you got your strength from me. I hear the new Emily Morgan in your words. I do understand what you mean." "Are you going to kick Dad out because I'm not coming home? I hope you don't do that due to my decision." Emily paused in thought for a few seconds. "No. What I wanted then won't happen now. I'd hoped Roy would come to his senses and apologize. I should have known he'd resort to bullying you and Mr. Halsey to get you home." Troy audibly sighed in relief. "May I ask a question?" she inquired. "After what we've talked about this afternoon, Mom, I don't think there's much that's 'off the table.'" "I pushed your father to tell me why he called you those names and kicked you out of the house. What kind of a relationship do you have with both Susan and Cody? I'm a little mystified about how that can occur? Understand, I'm not judging or being nosy - I realize now that you're too strong for that. But I am a mother and I love you. I'd feel better knowing the lie of the land here." Troy rocked back until he was sitting on the carpet on his shapely butt, his arms clasped about his muscular legs, thinking. "I love Susan deeply and completely. We'll marry someday. We'll have a family and children." Emily smiled. "Cody is my brother, Mom. We're like clones." "I picked that up over several years after I began hearing his name and seeing you with him occasionally." "If I didn't know better, Mom, I'd think we were twins who were separated at birth. We can even communicate without saying anything. We know the other's next move. I love him too, and not just like a brother." He paused clearing his throat. "In addition to Susan, he's my lover. I guess that means I'm bisexual. I hope you don't hate me for that. Susan knows. It's no threat to her. In fact, she and Cody and I are tight. We're in a menage a trois." Emily's eyes widened at the implications of Troy's explanation. "You see now why I can't come home. There's no way Dad will ever understand this. He won't even try. And I'm not going to be Aunt Rose and be beaten up over this every time he decides I need to be punished for not fitting his mold for me." Emily studied him for a long while. He arose and returned to his tea, taking a sip. "You're the center, aren't you?" she asked, wishing verification for her astute insight. "The one who created this arrangement with Susan and Cody, the protector, the one who makes it all work out? That's another reason you find life with your father intolerable. His way of establishing himself as center is to bully. Your way is natural, affirming of others, connecting them to you with love." Troy shook his head mutely. "Well, it's a new age, isn't it?" Emily observed. "I can't say that threesomes like this didn't happen in my day, but we didn't know about it. It'll take me a while to adjust to it." "Are you saying you feel like Dad does about it?" She hastened to a response: "No, Troy. I acknowledge that you're a man now. I accept that. When our children become adults, even though young adults, we have to let go. That's clearly where you are now. Even if your father can't see it, I can. Whatever your arrangement with Susan and Cody, it's your business. I still love you. I've been learning to love Susan although I've not been in her company much." "It's because of Dad, Mom. Susan isn't comfortable around him." "I know, dear. Now I need to get to know Cody better too." She paused. "Troy, are you going to cut yourself off from your brothers?" "No," he said. "I love them and feel responsible for them. But I don't think Dad will allow me to mix with them much. Besides, when I'm around them, they seem too much like Dad." Emily set her mouth. "You don't worry about your father. You're a good son. You're strong. I want your brothers to see you as a model free from their father's dynamics. He's begun to treat Drew the same way he treated you. I'll not have any more of that. But I need you as a balance. Your brothers have to realize that there are alternatives. That they aren't locked into Roy's script. If they are around you enough, they won't seem like your father. So how can that happen when you aren't at home?" "We'll take them to movies with us. We'll have outings. You know when I say 'we' that I mean Susan and Cody? My buddies too? Does that meet with your approval?" She shook her head in the affirmative. "I'll ask Evan if I can have them here for overnights. They'll love it. I won't shut myself off from them." "Do you think that's imposing on Mr. Halsey's hospitality?" "Mom, you HAVE to meet Evan. You'll realize that if it were an imposition, he'd say so. But I know he'll be all for it. It's not unusual for us to gather back here after a social evening, sometimes a large group. If Evan's not out for the evening himself but he's tired, he just goes to bed. Above all, Mom, this is my home now. Evan and Jeremy insist on my behaving that way." "How can he supervise if he's asleep?" Troy laughed. "Mom, you've GOT to meet Evan. When you do, you'll know what I mean. Nobody would think of violating Evan's standards here. He'd take them to the verbal woodshed if they did. And he'd be disappointed in them that he ever had to do that. He would also press that point home memorably." Just then the front door opened, admitting Evan. He looked up, startled. "Oh . . . I'm sorry," he said, walking over to the sunroom door. "I didn't think you'd still he here." He hesitated, torn this way and that about whether he should shut himself away inside or leave again. "I'll just leave and return later." Emily arose. "Please, Mr. Halsey, stay. Troy and I have had a long visit," she smiled at her son, "probably the longest visit we've had in our lives. Way overdue. Troy has just explained why he's not returning home. I won't argue with him. But I need to talk to you about some details if you have the time." Evan looked at both of them. "If you wish," he said. "Let me just get rid of this coat and I'll be out shortly." When Evan returned, Troy stood. "Evan, I'd like you to meet my mother, Emily Morgan. Mom, meet Evan Halsey." Evan extended his hand, which Emily shook. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Evan responded. "Likewise," Emily returned. "I've heard much about you. I noticed Troy changed when he started in your class. I think that's when Susan came into his life too." Evan smiled. "Mrs. Morgan, have you and Troy had anything to eat?" Evan asked. Troy and Emily looked at each other, breaking into a chuckle. "We've had tea," she responded, "but we've been so deep in a discussion that we never thought of food. And please call me Emily." "If you will address me as Evan," he smiled back. "Allow me to prepare a quick meal for you - unless you have to return to dinner at your home?" "I'd like something quick, if it's no trouble," she said. "I don't have to rush home because I informed Roy that he's in charge until I return. He didn't like it, but it's time for him to begin caring for his children too. If you have the time, I'd like to visit with you about Troy's wishing to remain here instead of returning home." Evan shot a glance at Troy. "Oh," he said. "Of course." "I've got an idea," Troy added. "Let me prepare soup and a salad while you two talk. It's one of my favorite meals here, Mom." "Okay," Evan said. "But I've already had dinner. I'll just have coffee." Troy noted that Evan was more subdued than he would ordinarily be in meeting someone important to one of his people. He wondered what had happened to cause that. "Coming up," Troy said, shooting off to the kitchen. "Troy called you 'Evan,'" Emily noted. "Do all your students call you that?" "They are free to call me that here at home. But in the classroom, I'm Mr. Halsey, even to my son Jeremy." Evan smiled. "Occasionally, he drops a 'Dad' in the classroom, but it's always a verbal stumble. He immediately corrects himself. I don't think they forget whom they are addressing," he said, smiling. Emily shook her head in understanding, appraising Evan. "I heard Roy's side about his coming here to bring Troy home. I can just imagine what you think of him. But I'm working on him. I'll try to see that there will be no more trouble like that again. Troy has helped me understand that damage will be done to his future relationship with his father if he returns home now. I'm hopeful that someday Roy will change enough that he and Troy can still have a positive father-son relationship. I MUST do what I can to see that that's possible. So I won't worry about Troy if you allow him to stay here with you. I also want to add that I'm grateful beyond words that you took him in. I was furious with Roy when he informed me that he'd kicked Troy out. It changed me. Since Troy will be staying here, I think we need to work out some financial arrangements. Evan started: "I don't know that I need anything from you. Troy has fit in our home naturally. It really doesn't cost that much more to have him here with us. If you feel the need to contribute to his stay here, I think it would help him if you provided him pocket money. Since support for college is now an issue for him, he's studying hard to raise his GPA so that he'll be a hotter prospect for a basketball scholarship." "Oh," she smiled, "that's why I saw all the books and papers spread out on his desk." "Yes," Evan responded. "Most evenings here, you'd think you were in a study hall or in a reading room in a university library. The house is large enough that the three of us can find some space for whatever kind of study we need to pursue. We try to schedule time at the computer for each of us. Troy wanted to get a job to earn some spending money. I urged him to wait until after basketball season if he felt he really needed to do that." Evan paused. "Troy is quite intelligent, Emily. He's just never applied himself in that area of his life before. He's catching up nicely, but he does need the time to catch up. Susan is helping immensely. In fact, they both are equally matched in intelligence although it isn't quite the same kind for each. Susan keeps her intelligence inside; Troy is such a leader that he likes to direct his intelligence outwardly." Evan chuckled. "I guess it's the jock in him." Emily smiled. Evan continued, "I would like for him not to have to work at all during the remainder of this year and the next. He'd have himself in fine shape next winter when he'll be dealing seriously with university scouts. I don't know though what your feelings are in the matter." She sat for a moment. "I can't say that I'm entirely comfortable allowing you to carry all the financial burden of having Troy live with you. I also know that I need some time to work on Roy to move him to a point where he'll view his responsibilities to Troy properly." She sat thinking. "I'll see to it that Troy has a liberal weekly allowance. He's never been a spendthrift, so I won't have to worry about its being enough. I think we'll provide him a laptop computer to work on. He'll need one for college anyway. With his laptop, Jeremy and you will have more access to the computer. But at some point, I will want to assess how this financial arrangement is working. It won't seem fair to you otherwise." "Good," Evan responded. "I've been planning to give Jeremy a laptop for graduation. If such an outlay is problematical, you could give Troy the laptop, and he could use our set up to print out assignments." "Thank you, but he's going to need a printer at college anyway. We'll go ahead and give that to him now." Again she paused, thinking. "I'm still not feeling comfortable about not providing more for Troy financially." "Well," Evan said, thinking, "why don't you determine what would make you feel comfortable. Then put that amount in an account each month as a college fund for Troy. I think it highly likely that he'll receive a full-ride basketball scholarship, but that still won't cover all his expenses. If he's playing college basketball, he won't have time for a job. That fund will help him a lot." "Not a bad idea," Emily replied. "I'd like to speak to you about another issue. It's imposing dreadfully on you, but you seem to be the kind of person who will understand why I'm asking." She collected her thoughts. "Roy is beginning to behave toward Drew, Troy's next youngest brother, as he did with Troy. And the boys are following Roy's lead more than I want. But they have no other male model at home. If I'm going to correct their drift toward Roy, I need for them to have some time with Troy. Maybe even Jeremy and their friends. But I know it won't work if we try it in our home. They associate the surroundings with Roy. Could the boys visit Troy here sometimes? Troy and I discussed this arrangement. He said you wouldn't mind if the boys were here from time to time, even for a sleepover. Is that imposing too much?" "Not at all," Evan stated. "It's part of Troy's life that we both want him to hang onto. The boys have a treat awaiting them if they can see Troy in all his strength." "If you guys don't quit talking about me like that, I'm going to be blushing for a week," Troy yelled from the kitchen. "And I want to go shopping with you, Mom, when you buy the laptop." "I didn't think you could hear that well all the way in the kitchen," she responded louder. "I'm a jock, Mom. You know - keen senses and all that," he said, snickering. *** Even with all its positive moments, it had been a taxing day. Emily and Troy and Evan had had a chatty meal together in the dining room. After she left, Troy departed to share the evening's events with Susan. Having retired, Evan was lying in bed reviewing Ron's announcement that they were starting all over again in order to place their relationship on firmer footing. In particular, he remembered Ron's saying that, when they thought of each other, it should be the same when they weren't together as it was when they were. He remembered that morning thinking about how good it felt with Troy in the house, reacting to his presence, his body, his goodness. He had to admit that he didn't think or feel that way when Ron wasn't present, only when he was. Instead, he perceived Ron as being distant, far away. However, Miles and Jim felt each other's presence all the time. Identifying how it felt to have Troy in the house had helped him understand what Ron meant. As he felt himself beginning to drift off, he heard the door open. Smiling, he heard Troy and Susan's quiet voices. Then another muttered comment. Cody! Well . . . if anyone could make it work, those three would. Evan rolled to his side. The next he knew, he was awakened by the bed moving gently. Someone was climbing in! A hardening cock was shoved up against his hip, indicating that the interloper was naked! Evan's head shot off the pillow. "Easy, Cub," Cody said softly. "What . . . ?" Evan started to ask. His mind shifted gears. "Why . . . ?" "I decided Troy and Susan deserve a night together. So I'm going to bunk with my Cub," Cody said, jerking Evan's boxers down and off and throwing them over his shoulder to land somewhere - he didn't care where - pulling Evan into his arms and against his body. Any objections?" Cody inquired. Evan asked quietly, "Did you know you were going to do this before you came home with them?" "Of course," Cody replied. "So no objections, right?" "Right." "I knew there wouldn't be." None too easily, Evan punched Cody in the gut. "I'm not easy," he replied archly. "Don't take me for granted." Cody chuckled. "Jeremy's correct. Once a fella locates your buttons, they are so easy to push. You're cute when you react to your buttons. I love it." Evan lay quietly in Cody's arms, glad for the touch of a man. "Wish I'd been here when Troy's dad attacked," Cody said. "I heard you were a hoot." "OH?" Evan said, challenging. "Another button, Evan," Cody said. "You're so easy." Evan grabbed Cody's balls and squeezed. "Cute too," Cody gasped. Evan released the pressure, caressing Cody's ball sack. "So what did Troy and Jeremy tell you?" Evan asked. "That you backed Roy down, didn't give him any cover or a place to dive into. He made the mistake of getting in your face, so you were going to back him right off your turf like a wolverine. And you didn't call him names or put him down. Just showed him how his careless plans could backfire on him. But when Troy found his stride in answering his dad, you backed off and let Troy handle it. He was proud, Evan, proud that you would defend him against Roy the way Roy should have defended his son. Troy not only knew you believed in him and his strength, but he saw it as just another indication of how much you love him." They lay in silence, slowly caressing each other. "Evan, I want to talk about something that I know is bothering you." Evan raised his head a bit to check out Cody's visage to see if he should worry, but it was hidden in shadows. "You're worried that Jeremy is drifting away now that he and Kenny are staying overnight at Kenny's place. They don't want you to think that, Evan. We've all discussed it. It's just that they need to reassure Joe and Rachel that they are now accepting the Walters's place as home too. . . . . "Also, Jeremy has this kink." "Kink?" Cody giggled. "Yeah, it turns him on to make love to Kenny in the bed Kenny grew up in, the bed he was a little boy in. They have really powerful orgasms in that bed." Evan laughed too. "Well . . . that Jeremy! Does that mean when they're over here we're going to have to dress Kenny up as a little boy?" Both chuckled at the prospect. Cody thought a moment. "Do you think they'll demand to take that bed to college when they go?" Cody laughed so hard he snorted a little. When he had settled down, he gave Evan a peck of a kiss. "So don't worry, Evan. It will start to balance out soon. . . . They're very happy, you know." "I'm glad," Evan said quietly. "You'll never lose Jeremy, Evan. He couldn't exist without you. I'm not talking about the money, car, and insurance - all those things. I mean you - your love, your protection, the total package. He just brought all of you into his heart, Evan. We're all getting that way. So you know how much I wanted to come up here and crawl into bed with you." He was quiet for a bit. "I'm not messing anything up with you and Poppa Ron, am I?" he asked, betraying a hint of anxiety in his question. "No. . . . Ron and I are still on romantically, but we've taken a kind of sexual time-out." Now it was Cody's turn to raise his head to study Evan's face. "Why?" "We were letting sex define our relationship too much." Evan thought a couple of seconds. "Hell, sex WAS our relationship." "Was the time-out your idea or Ron's?" "Ron's." "A year ago I wouldn't have understood how anyone could or would take a time-out from sex. But now that Troy and I and then you and I and then Troy, Susan and I are lovers, I understand better how a relationship shouldn't be based only on sex. I guess that's why a guy looks up a hooker or hustler," Cody mused. "He wants nothing more than sex. Funny - a guy can be all caught up in good sex but never realize that it's anything more than what he could find on the street. I'm glad I know how much more there is." "I'm glad, too, Cody. I would have worried because you seemed just the sort to think sex was strong-arm behavior, a power trip, all control. I'm glad you've realized that there's more. Obviously, I'm learning that too." It was quiet. "Well, no," Evan corrected himself. "I knew there was more, but after my history with people, especially Tim . . . ," Cody felt a slight tremor pass through Evan. ". . .I thought I'd better get what I could - even if it was only sex because there wouldn't be anything more for me." They lay, quietly caressing some area of the other's body. "Are you and Poppa Ron getting it on?" Evan asked Cody. Cody didn't answer immediately. Evan knew he was trying to play out the ramifications of an answer. "A few times," Cody replied. . . ."He's my dad and my Lion, Evan. If Jeremy wanted to climb into your bed, you wouldn't keep him out, would you?" "No." "Same with me and my new dad. If anything, the love we have for each other makes his love for you stronger. He loves you, Evan. Really loves you. Do you doubt that?" "No." "So we're okay?" Evan leaned in and kissed Cody warmly on his lips. They remained silent. "Troy, Susan, Kenny, and Jeremy are so lucky," Cody commented. "They have you as their teacher." "I'm not certain you would like me so much if you had been my student," Evan observed. "I suspect we'd have locked horns more than once." Cody moved his body so their cocks were clasped together in his grasp. "Isn't that what we are doing now," he asked, giggling. "Well, before you lament too much, you really might want to think about what it could have been like, Cody." "No, I know we'd have locked horns. Would it have been because we're different or because I'd get in your face to see what you would do?" "It would have been because I'd make it clear that I expect you to give me your best, not your most smart ass or cool." "I don't care: I want what they have with you. I want you teaching me all the things you've taught them. I want you teaching me how to think. . . . Feel too." "Well, we can always see what will rub off on you," Evan offered. Cody immediately rolled on top of Evan, kissing him hard. Evan returned the kiss, hungry for male love. After a bit, Cody said, "I want to tell you about Troy, Susan and me the other night." Cody felt Evan's body stiffen slightly. "No, Evan, you mean a lot to us. And we're here in your home. We think we owe it to you. We love you. We want you to know. We've talked about it. We want you that close." Cody collected his thoughts. "It was Troy's idea. I guess you already knew that. We were at Cisco's having a nightcap. Don't worry, just Cokes. Troy told me that Susan was spending the night at his place. I asked if you knew. He replied that you all sorted that out when he moved in permanently - he could have overnight guests. He and Susan were holding hands. I saw him wink at her, and she squeezed his hand. He turned to me and said that they wanted me in bed with them too. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I looked at Susan because I thought she might have a problem with that. But she was smiling back at me, shaking her head yes. So I knew they had discussed it before that night. I just grinned back, picked up Susan's other hand and kissed it softly on the back, caressing the skin with the tip of my tongue. I felt a shiver move through her." As he spoke, Cody reached for Evan's hand, showing him what he'd done with Susan's. When he felt Cody's tongue tip caressing the back of his hand, Evan boned up even more. "I looked at Troy, realizing that he understood my feelings. He was okay with my wanting Susan. In fact, he WANTED me to desire Susan and her to want me. Some of the kids at Cisco's were watching us because we were at a table in the middle surrounded by all those booths around the outer walls. But it was like they weren't there at all. Just the three of us. So I stood up, gesturing with my other hand to Susan as though I were Sir Walter Raleigh showing her out the door. She and Troy got up and we walked out, each with an arm around Susan. I checked a few people on the way out. Several women knew what was going on and where we were going. They smiled, winking and looking envious. A couple of the guys figured it out too. They were smiling so big that their faces were in danger of cracking." Cody chuckled. "We didn't say anything all the way home, but we were happy, wanting what was going to happen. When we got here, we saw the door to your bedroom closed. We knew that Jeremy was going to be with Kenny that night. So we went down to Troy's room. When we got there, Troy pulled Susan and me into his arms, kissing Susan first and then me. Hot kisses. Then I turned to look at Susan. She smiled. Troy put his hand behind my head and gently pushed me toward Susan. I kissed her. Oh man, Evan, did she ever kiss me. She meant it. I felt so honored." A sigh escaped Cody. "It was so sweet, Evan, gentle but hot. I never experienced such a kiss before. I never imagined that Susan would want to kiss me that way. We kept kissing while Troy moved away to pull the covers back from the bed. Then he started undressing. I started helping Susan get out of her pullover. Then she helped me out of my shirt. Then I unfastened her jeans, and then she unfastened mine. Troy walked up behind her and unfastened her bra, gently pulling it off. Then he moved up close behind her and moved his hands around her sides to cup her breasts and tease her nipples with his fingers." Again, Cody sighed. "Damn, Evan. She has beautiful breasts! Not too small like with many young women, but not huge either. Just right. While Troy played with her nipples, I leaned down and kissed each breast - with tongue." As Cody described his behavior, he replicated it with Evan, kissing his nipples. "Everything about her was just right - slim hips; slim, shapely legs; even her pubic hair trimmed to a neat triangle. Troy came around and helped us get out of our clothes. Then he kissed Susan deeply. He turned to me and kissed me the same way. He had Susan and me so turned on!" "Troy pulled us over to the bed, gently helping Susan lie down in the middle. Then he pushed me down on one side of her while he walked around to the other side and lay down. We took turns kissing her. While one did that, the other kissed, licked, and sucked her beautiful body, like this." Cody leaned down and began kissing Evan's ears, moving down to his mouth, down his neck, down to his nipples, where he spent more time. Then slowly down Evan's stomach to his pubes. He paused, "She smelled so good, Evan. Troy's smell turns me on one way, the same way yours does," he explained as he ran his nose through Evan's pubic bush to his balls, which he lapped with his tongue as he moved under his balls, pushing Evan's legs back. "Susan's smell turns me on another way. I don't need to tell you how boned up Troy and I were." At this point, Evan reached out to gently grasp Cody's dick, which was hard as steel and dripping. Holding the mushroom cap against the palm of his hand, Evan closed his hand, making small milking motions with his fist. Cody sucked in his breath. "Susan did that too. How'd you know?" "You are so handsome, hot, exciting, that you make us want to do it," Evan said softly. "Besides, you've observed the link between Susan and me." Cody and Evan engaged in foreplay slowly and quietly for a while. Cody began his narrative again. "Then Troy took my arm and pulled me on top of Susan. He pushed my knees way under me, which raised my butt high in the air so that he could get his head between us. He'd lick Susan's pussy, then he'd lick my dick the way I'm going to lick yours now . . ." and with that, Cody began licking Evan's slick cock just as he described how Troy had done. Eventually, Cody moved up to Evan's lips, kissing him hard, then back to his narrative ". . . back and forth. He'd stroke my balls and caress Susan's labia." Cody stroked Evan's hairy balls, moving his fingers back to tickle Evan's perineum. Evan replicated Cody's moves. "Susan and I were kissing passionately while he was doing that, whispering how we were turning each other on, how happy we were to be sharing love this way, how much we'd fantasized about sex with each other. Troy chuckled as though he'd known all along that we wanted this with each other. He's so strong that our fantasies didn't shake him at all." "Troy placed a pillow under Susan and then got behind me and started eating me out. Oh Evan, what a turn on - to be making love to a beautiful woman like Susan while your brother is eating out your ass. I never imagined it could be so good. Eventually, Troy grabbed some lube from the nightstand and coated my dick a little and his a lot." As Cody related events, he replicated them with Evan, grabbing lube from the nightstand, lubing both his and Evan's cocks. "He pushed me slowly down on Susan, lining my dick up so that when it met Susan's pussy, I sank in naturally." At this point, Cody began sinking his cock in Evan's ass. Cody shuddered - "so warm, so wet, so slick, so silky. . . . I've had other women before, Evan, grown women, but it was never as good as it was with Susan - or my buddies or Papa Ron." He paused, emitting a gasp. "It was just as good for Susan because she immediately had an orgasm." Cody shuddered slightly, remembering. "Troy let us get underway a bit, then he lifted my hips a little and started pushing his big dick into my ass. He didn't push much. Just let my fucking motions take care of seating his cock. Then he placed those big, talented hands on my hips and started pumping, taking over our fuck. He'd lean down on one side and give Susan a hot kiss. Then he'd move to the other side so that I could turn my head toward him for a hot kiss. I really wasn't doing much moving, because Troy's thrusts were causing me to thrust into Susan. Troy said, 'I'm making love to the two most important people in my life. I love you, Susan, to the depths of my heart. I love you, Cody, to the depths of my heart. I want us to be together forever.'" "Troy fucked us a while. Then he said, 'Susan, I'll always honor you. So will my other lover, Cody. We'll be your men. We'll protect you, care for you. Cody, Susan and I will be your lovers. We'll do the same for you. You two will never want for love from me. I can make this happen for us because my heart is so full of love for you both.'" Cody snickered. "Actually, he had to stop talking to regain control so that he wouldn't climax too soon. Then he'd start talking again. He had started moving faster while he was talking. I think unveiling his plans for us, finally hearing them take the form of words, turned him on because he was pumping faster, kissing us back and forth faster. Then he yelled, 'I'm cumming. I love you both!' Then he poured into me, Evan. I poured into Susan just a few strokes after that. Susan had been having orgasms every now and then, but she had another with us." "We lay still, gasping for maybe ten minutes. Then Troy slowly pulled out of me and went to the bathroom to wash up. Neither Susan nor I moved. When Troy came back - he was still hard, that big dong wagging back and forth when he walked back into his bedroom - he gently took a hold of my hips and pulled me out of Susan, rolling me over to one side. Then he got between Susan's legs, leaned down and kissed her. When they broke the kiss, Susan took his big dick, lined it up, and he sank into her." Again Cody giggled. "You should have heard the squishing sounds when he pushed through my cum into Susan. I swear, Evan - Susan shuddered with another orgasm, just as you are going to do now." With that, Cody thrust hard against Evan's prostate, triggering a climax in Evan, who moaned out Cody's name. When he'd recovered, Cody continued, "Susan took over the talk, describing how she felt being protected by TWO men, brothers, twins, clones. She whispered a little about how her girl friends would fantasize about what it would be like to be in bed with both of us men at the same time. In other words, we were making a secret fantasy of Susan's come true. She talked about how she liked Troy's big, manly body. She told us how some of her friends would secretly masturbate on the bleachers while watching us play. Don't ASK me how they did that. It's clearly not like guys. Evan, I think they even make bets about getting off while watching us play basketball." At this point Evan cracked up, finally gasping for breath. "What's so funny?" Cody asked, a trifle peeved. "I'll never be able to attend another one of your games without that image activating in my mind - your female fans masturbating in the Lottery of Love for Troy and Cody! Just imagine what the color man on the radio sports network might be telling fans if he knew." Now Cody started laughing with Evan, while he punched Evan gently but repeatedly on the shoulder. Then he started fucking Evan in earnest. Evan moved a hand around Cody's shapely ass, caressing his balls while nibbling on Cody's nipples. "Oh yes . . . yes," Cody gasped. "Love me, Man. I know you love me. Now show me." Evan turned on big time, plunging two fingers into Cody's hole, aiming for his prostate. Once he'd located it, he held his fingers still, allowing Cody's increasingly intense thrusts to cause Evan's fingers to probe Cody's gland. Suddenly, Cody emitted a loud 'OH-H-H-H-H-H- H-H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, Susan' as he shot his cum deep into Evan. Then he collapsed onto Evan, who loved bearing Cody's weight. "I love you, Evan Halsey," Cody said softly. Then Cody jerked. "Did I say Susan's name when I had an orgasm?" "Yes," Evan replied. "Evan, I'm so sorry. Oh . . . how uncool. I apologize, Evan. It doesn't mean you don't count with me. I was concentrating so much on letting you know how it felt that I guess it slipped out. . . . I guess I was also telling you that I enjoyed it as much with you as I did with Susan." "It's okay, Cody. I'm honored to be classed with Susan. . . . I love you, Cody Saxon," Evan echoed. *** Miles had ordered a picnic basket from a wine and cheese shop, ascertaining that Jim would return to his farm after leaving school at the end of the day. He told Jim he was coming out to talk about his meeting with Brenda and her attorney. Jim had been quiet. 'He knows,' Miles groaned inwardly. 'I hate it that my responsibility to tell him will result in his being hurt. I love that man. I never want to hurt him,' Miles was thinking as he left the office. 'He came to me hopeful that I could help him hang onto the farm, but I failed.' He'd picked up the picnic basket at the shop. He mused as he walked by a display of additions to romantic picnic baskets, 'Wonder if they sell new hearts here for ones that are broken.' On the way to the farm, he wracked his brain, trying to think of anything he could do to make the auction of the farm less painful for Jim. He wouldn't fool himself into thinking that his love for Jim would be enough to buoy his spirits. This issue ran right to the center of Jim's identity. He'd call Ron and Evan to tell them that it was time to step in and help support Jim. When he arrived at the farm, Jim wasn't out on the porch, waiting for him as was often the case. Miles alighted from the car, grabbing the picnic basket, striding up to the back porch and up the steps. He glanced inside, seeing Jim sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his hands. The sight made a bolt of pain shoot through his heart. He knocked softly on the door. Jim looked up, smiling slightly, arising and walking to the door, opening it. As Ron entered, Jim grabbed him, holding onto him tightly like a frightened little boy. Miles dropped the basket and slowly ran his hands over Jim's back. Finally Jim asked, "What's in the basket?" "Our picnic dinner. Let's go someplace nice and eat while we talk." Jim just shook his head in the affirmative. As they walked out the door, he grabbed a jacket. "So where shall we have our picnic?" Miles prompted. "The hayloft," Jim answered quietly. Miles's turned his head to study Jim. Well, he guessed that made some sense. They'd had some good times there. Their first venture into lovemaking occurred there. They walked silently to the barn. 'Like condemned men walking past the firing squad to the wall,' Miles thought. They slid the doors to the barn open enough for them to enter, walked slowly down the center aisle to the ladder. Jim flipped a light switch as they climbed slowly into the loft. The sleeping bag was still spread out over the hay, indicating, Miles imagined, Jim's wish to replay sex in the loft many more times. Jim seemed to lose energy, just plopping onto the sleeping bag. Miles set the basket on the sleeping bag, removed his suit coat, and sat down, opening the basket. He pulled out a red-checkered paper tablecloth and spread it in front of them. He pulled out a bottle of wine, some plastic tumblers, a corkscrew, some wrapped sandwiches, some sliced cheese wrapped in clear plastic, and a bunch of green Thompson grapes. Using the corkscrew provided, he expertly withdrew the cork from the bottle of merlot and poured it in the glasses, handing Jim's to him. He raised his glass in a salute to Jim, signaling an intention to clink their glasses, which Jim obliged. He sipped his wine, but Jim tossed his head back, drinking the entire glass at once. Miles's eyes widened. "Okay, lower the boom," Jim said, grabbing the wine bottle and filling his tumbler again. I want you to know, Jim, that Brenda still cares for you. She doesn't want to hurt you. She isn't angry with you. She harbors no desire for revenge or anything like that. She really is a good person." "I know," Jim replied softly, looking down at his sandwich out of which he taken only a couple of bites. He grabbed a piece of cheese, nibbling at it. "Go on." "She's frightened, Jim. She hasn't been in the city long enough to have met a man who would want to marry her, to take care of her. She thinks her future is pretty bleak. She's like these young actors and actresses who head right out for Hollywood, thinking they'll walk into the role in a movie or TV show that will begin their path to stardom. But she hasn't walked into the man yet that will begin the path to the next phase in her life. I think he's there. She just hasn't figured out where to go to encounter him." Jim sat silently. "I offered to buy her share of the farm," Miles stated. Jim's head shot up, his eyes wide, hopeful. "You'd to that for me?" he asked. Miles reached over and gently ran his fingers down Jim's cheek, feeling a thrill clear down to his dick as Jim's stubble rasped against his fingertips. "I love you, Jim." "So what happened?" Jim asked with more energy. "She immediately liked the idea because you wouldn't lose the farm." Jim's head was shaking up and down in agreement. "But her lawyer pointed out that an auction would likely bring her more money, her only chance of ever gaining money for her future security. She couldn't argue with that, Jim. So she reluctantly asked that the farm be auctioned." Tears sprang to Jim's eyes as his head slowly dropped, his mouth set in a firm line. He was trying to hold a sob in, Miles knew. "You should know that when Brenda's lawyer wanted to auction everything on the place, she put her foot down. She told him that it was bad enough that she was the cause of your losing your farm. So she wasn't going to leave you without the means to start again somewhere if you wanted. Her lawyer was angry, but she held firm, threatening to fire him if he persisted in arguing with her." The lines from the old song "Breaking Up Is Hard to Do" started running through Miles's head. Until now, it had been only a nice, melancholy ballad. At the moment it was all too real for Jim. "The house?" Jim managed to gasp out, not looking at Miles. "She didn't think you'd want to live here, looking everyday at the land you loved and had to sell, Jim. So it's to be included in the auction. But everything in it is yours. All the furniture, farm equipment, tools, horses - all that is yours. It won't be included in the auction." Jim just shook his head mutely. "When?" he choked out. "I took the liberty of contacting three auction companies," Miles explained. "I didn't think you'd want to linger here. Since they will be auctioning only the land and house, it can happen in as little as two weeks' time if that's what you wish." "Would you arrange it for me?" Jim asked, looking up at Miles, tears running down his cheek. "I just can't do it." "When?" "As soon as possible. I'll start looking for someplace else. I'll have to find someplace for all the equipment. Oh - and the horses. I'll have to find a place for them." "Jim, why don't you concentrate on that. Come stay with me until you can find a place. You'll have more time to look, find the right place." Jim gasped out a "Thanks." Miles took their glasses, setting them aside. He scooted over next to Jim, pulling him into his arms. Jim was immediately wracked with sobs. He no longer had a reason to maintain a stiff upper lip. He must have been weary of the worry and anxiety. The pain Miles felt inside could only be a fraction of what Jim was feeling, so he knew Jim was really hurting. He wondered if he had ever felt pain this great in his entire life. But he was gratified that Jim trusted him enough to allow his vulnerability to show through his controlled facade. Miles let Jim cry it out. He held him, running his hand in slow, lazy circles over his back. Finally, Jim moved back, sniffling, croaking out an apology for breaking down. Miles placed his thumb and index finger under Jim's chin, raising it so that Jim would have to look him in the eyes. "You haven't lost everything. I love you, Jim. Really love you. I want us to make a life together." Jim turned his head away, breaking contact. Miles waited a moment. "Jim, do you have enough money or can you borrow enough money to buy Brenda's share at the auction? It was a suggestion that Brenda made, hoping you could still keep the farm. She really doesn't want to take the farm, Jim." Jim was silent. "I should have let her help with the finances." He paused. "I thought that was a husband's job. She probably didn't know that I borrowed all I could to keep the farm afloat. She had to sign the papers, but she didn't ask any questions because she trusted me." He blushed. Miles knew that that admission about having borrowed a lot of money made Jim feel like a failure yet again. "Five years ago, with two dry winters in a row, the crops really didn't make. I had to borrow to keep the farm. I just couldn't get back where I was before the dry spells. I'm maxed out on credit. I'm making my payments, but I do it out of my monthly salary. That's all I have anymore." "What about family?" Miles asked, hopeful. "Naw. My branch is about to die out. It will with me. Two maiden aunts who live together in Colorado are the only family I have left. They just have small savings and Social Security. Nothing more." Jim was silent. "Thank you for trying to think of something, Miles. There's just no hope." They sat in silence until Jim began packing the food back in the basket. He arose slowly, moving to the hole in the floor to climb out of the loft. He was on autopilot, Miles knew. He followed him to the back porch of the farmhouse. "I'd be happy to stay with you tonight, Jim," Miles offered. Jim was silent a moment. "I never thought I'd say this when it came to you, Miles, but I need to be alone to think tonight. I've got to get myself together, start planning. May I take a rain check?" "Of course," Miles answered. He gave Jim a peck on the cheek as he squeezed his shoulder, then turned toward his car. He'd for sure call Ron and Evan as soon as he reached home. (To be continued.)

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Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 00:58:55 +0200 From: bchaim@hotmail.com Subject: I Served You Well SIR, Was on my way to Sri Lanka. No way, the Airport is closed. Will fly next friday, but you will not be interested in my where abouts. Hoped for a new session, even back in the Netherlands. No way, I love your side, and I wish I could be your boy in the Netherlands! I had an exciting day, SIR. I sure as hell did!! Spent all morning on Schiphol Airport and there was a Man, your size, keeping track on me, SIR... He follewed me everywere. He went with me to the toilets and asked, whispered, what I wanted... I could not react the first seconds. He took his time, taking my nipples, at first just trough my T shirt... Strong! It hurt... but I felt my your? slave cock growing. Feeling his basket in his jeans, I was gone... He said 'No word' and what could I do? Spoke the words: Yes Sir! He walked me to a closed waiting area. I didn't see his face, he just was in control. Taking me in front of him, ... He graped, my shoulders, my hips and took my tight jeans and boxers down to my ankles. He took my wrists, placing them on my head. No word was spoken. I just follewed the lead. Standing there at Schiphol Airport, nearly naked.... Without a word His big cock between my buns... my hands on my head, exposed totally! He slapt my buns... whispering nasty comments on my hard, but not really big cock. I felt humiliated but proud, can not tell you the feeling. I felt his big cock nearly entering me. He fucked my crack, not entering me, taking my hips in his strong hands... I felt strange, bad, happy, to be honnest. feeling his sperm on my naked back... The only thought I had 'I served you well' without thinking I came. He left me without a word.

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Date: Mon, 03 Dec 2001 20:37:21 +0000 From: Dan and Mary Subject: What's a Master To Do? Two weeks doesn't seem like a long time, unless you're waiting to meet your new slave, that is. Not only that, but it was going to be my FIRST gay experience as well. I met Kyle online and today is going to be our first meeting in person. He had answered an ad I placed in Yahoo! Personals indicating that I was seeking a young bi-curious or gay submissive guy who was interested in rubber and bondage. I admitted that I was a novice but I also knew I was ready to assert myself and make my fantasies real. I told Kyle up front that I planned on subjecting him to the full gamut of bondage paraphernalia, including gags, collars, hoods, harnesses, plugs, dildos... you name it. In addition I let Kyle know that he was going to be my sneaker-slut, meaning that my predilection for canvas sneakers was going to play a central role in our relationship. I told him that we were both going to wear sneakers and that he would have to lick them whenever I insisted. None of my forbearances seemed to deter Kyle so a meeting was indeed in order! It was 7:02 when the doorbell rang. Kyle was late. For that he would be punished, but all in good time, I thought to myself. After all I didn't want to scare him right away... at least not until I had made him my fucktoy. I opened the door and beckoned Kyle in with a nod. "You're late," I remarked. He apologized softly. Good. I stepped back a few feet. I told him I wanted to look at him. Damn, he looked every bit as cute as his pic. Now I'm not one who would usually refer to a guy as cute, but Kyle had a very boyish - almost feminine - quality. He had dark hair with green eyes and a look of innocence about him. He had a slender build and I knew that I'd enjoy bullying him around, since I was quite a bit larger than him. Hitherto I had really not thought much about kissing, only fucking and sucking, but Kyle had noticeably full, soft lips, so who knows..? Maybe I'd make out with him, maybe I wouldn't. I had guessed however that his lips were going to feel good elsewhere! "No talking now. Turn around," I ordered, testing the waters, seeing how he'd obey. He obligingly faced the door. He was dressed as I told him: no jewelry, just a plain white t-shirt and a pair of 501's. I told Kyle that I had gone on quite a shopping spree for sneakers in his size, so he could wear any shoes he wanted when he came over, with the understanding that I would of course fit him with a more appropriate pair soon enough. From the rear I could see that notwithstanding his narrow shoulders, Kyle had a nice round ass. Yeah, this is going to work out after all, I thought to myself. Was I going to fuck him in the sling first or bent over the horse or doggy-style..? Well, I was getting a bit ahead of myself. First I had better inspect the rest of the package. "Turn, now KNEEL," I commanded. Kyle did so. "Now kiss my sneakers." Again Kyle obliged me, offering a full kiss to the rubber toe cap on each of my white Chuck Taylors. "Stand up now and STRIP." Kyle leaned over and removed his Nike cross trainers and his socks. Good riddance, I thought. I didn't have much a fondness for modern sneaks. Sure I understood that performance-wise Nikes and Addidas were better engineered, but I still delighted in the appearance and feel of classic canvas. As I watched Kyle take off his shirt, I was pleased that he had nicely defined abs and fair skin, with almost no trace of body hair. Mmmmmm. Very nice. My little swimmer boy. He'll sure look nice in a plain white strapped bathing cap and some sleek white ladies' Keds. Kyle might not have known it, but I was planning on making him smooth everywhere... Next Kyle began unbuttoning his jeans. I could tell that he was noticeably excited when he stepped out of his denim, and I do mean noticeably. Kyle paused for a moment and then removed his plain white cotton briefs (also specified by me), thereby confirming what I had already guessed. This guy was definitely hung!! Who was going to be fucking who again? He wasn't totally hard and yet he must've measured an easy eight inches with the girth to match. And he was cut too. Good, since I didn't really know if I'd be all that comfortable if my first cock looked all that much different then my own. I projected on him what that thing must look like when it was fully erect. I resisted any temptations in our earlier correspondence to inquire about his cock. I figured I'd let him surprise me. And surprise me he did! I wanted to drop to my knees and take that hog into my novice mouth right then and there, but that wouldn't really be the most dominant thing to do, would it? Remember, I was still trying to assert myself over him, not the other way around. Besides, we'd have plenty of time later for some mutual. "Very nice," I added nonchalantly, trying not to let my enthusiasm betray me. I put on a pair of disposable latex gloves - "...time for a more detailed examination of the slave," I mocked. The gloves were mostly for effect, as I had wanted to make it seem clinical and thus a bit more humiliating. "Put your hands behind your head... now open up," I commanded. I acted like I was checking his mouth and teeth. "Now suck," I ordered. Kyle sucked my fingers as I moved them in and out of his mouth for a while. Next I played with his nipples a bit, pinching and twisting them in turn. I smiled as Kyle winced, both when I teased his nipples and soon after when I kneaded his balls in my gloved hand. I then focused my manual manipulations on his magnificent cock. It felt awesome in my hand, massive, pulsing... so very real, so unlike the lifeless rubber dildos I had played with so much before today. What might it feel like inside me? What would it taste like? What would his cum taste like? Would it taste like mine that I had dared to sample in prior states of arousal and curiosity? Focus, focus, focus... those are questions for later, I reminded myself. Right now I need to introduce this prize to some bondage gear and make him mine. After seeing this much, I certainly wasn't about to let him get away! Kyle still had his hands raised and clasped behind his neck. I fetched a pair of two inch padded leather cuffs and just like a cop, I moved behind him and grabbed hold of each arm, twisting each in turn behind his lower back before fastening them together with the leather restraints. I had surmised from Kyle's appearance that I was considerably stronger than him. I was, so I was a little rough with him, asserting myself physically. He didn't seem to mind. Nor did he seem to mind when I produced a single-strap ball gag and reached around his head, holding it up for him to ponder. I didn't know if Kyle had ever worn a ball gag before - I never asked - but he instinctively opened widely to receive the red rubber ball. As I fastened the strap tightly around his head, forcing the rubber ball deep into his mouth, I could tell he became more resigned to his descent into bondage and submission. He became resigned, and I grew more and more excited. Still positioned behind him, I tugged on Kyle's wrist restraints with my left arm, raising his bound arms, thus causing him to lean forward. "Bend over. Time for ass inspection." I rubbed his hairless cheeks for a few moments, admiring their roundness, letting anticipation build. Arrogantly I then spat on my gloved fingers and wasted no time in finding his anus. I pushed my gloved finger slowly into his ass. First only a knuckle, then two knuckles, before withdrawing it from his ass briefly only to reenter Kyle with a kind of twisting motion. I began ramming my finger inside him a bit more frequently, removing it for only a moment before ramming both my fore and index fingers inside of him. I split my fingers in a scissor-like manner to stretch his anus a bit. Kyle whimpered softly through his gag. I admonished him for making noises and continued to massage his rectum. Since this was my first encounter with a guy, I was still a little apprehensive, even if I didn't necessarily show it. All along I was worried that I wouldn't really be into the scene once it actually materialized. I questioned whether I was really ready to fuck a guy or if my fantasies had merely gotten the better of me. Well, here's the deal. My cock was bulging against my jeans as it had been from the minute Kyle got here, and I had my fingers up this guy's ass, and I knew I wanted to fuck him, so I'd have to say, so far so good. My debut as a Dom is a success! I had the strangest sense of pride about it all. Only I wasn't going to take him right away. He was going to have to wait. First I needed to get Kyle into some sneakers. I had a few pairs already set out. I didn't know which pair I'd prefer until I actually met him in person, so I laid out an all-purpose trio, guaranteed to suit any sneaker fetishist's mood: the red, white, and blue trio, consisting of red Converse All-Stars, white canvas Jack Purcells, and navy blue Vans, definitely old school! All new, all canvas with chunky rubber soles, and all in a 'dainty' men's size 8. Kyle's small feet will prove a blessing, since he'll be able to wear a woman's size 10 comfortably (and 10's are the largest women's size available without a fuss). When I really want to treat Kyle like a sissy, he'll be forced to wear white Keds, but for now I'm feeling the blue Vans will do the trick. I approached Kyle and laid the shoes at his feet. "These are your new sneakers, slave. What do you think? They're kind of nautical, kind of skate..." I continued, as I gestured for Kyle to raise his left leg. After guiding his foot into its new canvas prison, I laced the sneaker very tightly, just to keep with the bondage theme. First the left, then the right. Did I mention how much I like sneakers? The look, the feel - yes, even the smell and taste... I love the taste of rubber. Clean rubber, that is, houseworn only. I'm not into dirty sneakers that have been worn outside. I really wanted to offer a suckle to Kyle's Vans, right then, but how's that going to look if his new master is worshipping at his feet? Besides, once Kyle knew his place, maybe then I'd treat him with some sneaker-69 where we'd lick each others feet before migrating to a more traditional 69. It was just a matter of time. One more detail I thought. I wanted to get Kyle started with some rubber. Nothing fancy or overwrought, right now, just something simple and we'd take it from there. A swim cap should do nicely - not the newer, sleeker racing caps, mind you - but the old-fashioned variety complete with chin strap. I feel that the more straps you have around you, the sooner you'll realize you're not in control. A tightly strapped cap feels more restrictive, just like tightly-tied sneakers. Later the same will be true of restrictive rubber briefs and chastity devices as well as more elaborate gags. It's double duty, seeing as I get off on their appearance and they're all fine reminders of Kyle's new status as My submissive little rubber slut. I carefully smoothed all of the wrinkles from the rubber cap, also taking care to tuck all of Kyle's hair under its rubber confines. I took the time to work the rubber chinstrap underneath Kyle's ballgag because I figured I would have need of Kyle's pouty little mouth long before I felt like removing his swim cap. The plan was to get him into more rubber as the night progressed, not less. But not everything was going to be gratis, Kyle would instead have to earn each new rubber raiment. Like now, for instance, I decided to introduce him to my waiting crotch. I put my hand on Kyle's back and led him over to the couch, then I had him kneel facing the couch. I could tell he knew what was next. After I sat down in front of him, I began to reach around his head and loosen the gag strap. I didn't remove the gag entirely; instead I let it hang loosely around his neck. I figured I'd probably use again, so why make more work for myself? Kyle had his head bowed slightly. I wiped from his mouth the drool left from the gag, using my finger to moisten his lips further. "How are you doing, slave?" I asked. "Fine, sir," Kyle replied. "I prefer to be called Master," I countered. "Yes, Master." "Do you think this is going to work out? Do you still want to be my slave?" I asked. Kyle shook his head affirmatively. "What's that, slave? I can't hear you. Are anxious to be my very own rubber sissy?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Then why don't you show me what a good little cocksucker you are," I mocked as I pulled Kyle's head down on my lap. Since his arms were still cuffed behind his back, I adjusted Kyle's torso so that his weight would bear on the front of the couch and my inner thighs. I removed my belt and unzipped my jeans only to reveal the black rubber briefs I was wearing beneath my street clothes. My cock was bulging against the taut latex and it swelled to its full girth once I pulled aside my briefs. As I said before, this was my first time with a guy. I never really knew until now how I'd respond. I figured it was probably common for first-timers to question themselves, but when Kyle's warm lips found first the underside and then the top of my penis, I knew that this was for me. I mean, who wouldn't want an attractive mate, obligingly serving at one's crotch? Almost no compromise, no questions. Just the sheer force of one's will and perversions. I could dress him as I chose. I could bind him as I chose. I could use him, and yes I would abuse him. After all, whether I had previously considered myself straight, gay, bi-curious, or whatever, none of that now mattered. Kyle's wet, warm kisses were the perfect prelude to his well-timed deep-throat of my throbbing dick. Although I wasn't as large as Kyle, I was healthily endowed with a full seven inches, and yet Kyle was able to take most of my cock into his skilled mouth. I rubbed the base of my penis and my balls a bit with my left hand and I held down Kyle's head with my right arm. No matter, I could tell that this little suck-pig was eager to please whether I held him there or not. Leaning forward, I could not reach Kyle's ass without comprising my own pleasurable position. I would've fingered his ass once again, but instead I directed my attentions to my belt which I finished removing from my pant loops. I let the leather reach what I could not, allowing the wide leather belt to glide softly over Kyle's white little ass. I lifted the belt upward, faking Kyle out each time, causing him to flinch and clench his ass. When I finally did reign blows upon his naked ass, I whipped him lightly. More a show of power than anything else, I wasn't intent on interrupting his pleasing pace of worship. Besides, I knew I'd have my chance to spank his ass later, when true punishment was meted, on the horse, the X-rack, the examination table... wherever. Right now my immediate plan was to allow Kyle a Taste, and then to get him prepared and into more gear while I regained my strength. Not a problem - I could tell that Kyle was going to facilitate many orgasms tonight. When I was about to cum, I purposely made no attempt to hide it, writhing my hips about and thrusting into Kyle's mouth. Holding his head firmly, I was trying to set a precedent. I wanted Kyle to know that he was going to accept my offerings, each and every time he blew me. Novice or not, I could expect no less of my slave. And cum I did. Mightily. The kind of orgasm that leaves you panting, almost surprised and short of breath. Kyle, proving to be the top-notch sub I judged him, spilled not a drop of my precious cum, which, judging by my guttural orgasm, must've been quite the mouthful. Yes!! Then I did something I would never had suspected: I grabbed Kyle by his armpits and pulled him on top of me and began kissing him. Well, not really kissing, I guess, at least not in the romantic sense. It was more like full-bore making out, deep-frenching... lips locked, tongues flailing about, exploring each other, my cum all-too-fresh in our mouths. As I stated earlier, I had never fantasized about kissing a guy. Sure I had wanted his cock in my mouth, in my ass, my cock in his mouth, in his ass... just my convenient preconceived, archetypical gay exchange. Kissing always seemed, well, too intimate. I know that sounds kind of backwards: Cock's o.k. - kissing's not. But it made sense at least in terms of power exchange, and I was much more obsessed about the B&D and the rubber and the sneakers and everything else except the intimacy. Kissing seemed too mutual, if that makes any sense. That's why making out with my supposed slave surprised me so. It was one more mind-blowing facet my foray, and still the night was young, oh so young. We only kissed for about three, maybe four minutes, which I know doesn't sound like a long time, but it might as well be forever when it's your first time. I sampled all of the textures of his mouth and tongue. I tasted what there was to taste: a trace of rubber, maybe from the ball gag or perhaps from my briefs, even a hint of salty leather at the sides of Kyle's mouth where the gag strap bit deeply. All imagined I'm sure, for the taste of my cum was heavy in our soul kiss. Kyle's weight was upon me, as I had leaned back further and pulled him on top of me. I felt that magnificent cock of his, sticking somewhere in the gather of my jeans, poking perchance by my crotch. Damn it, if I was naked, I might've let him fuck me, but what kind of master would that make me?? Kissing a slave, lusting after the slave's magnificent cock, wanting My slave to impale me with his manhood? Was I the poorest excuse for a master or what? What about the perfectly orchestrated build-up? The inspection, the assertion, the foreplay, the bondage, the rubber outfits..? What about the big, red rubber enema bag which hung ominously ready in the bathroom, or the rubber sheets and restraints which covered my bed? What about the bondage furniture? The whips, the crops, the paddles? It was all going to have to wait. It might prove me the poorest excuse of a master around, but as we continued our kiss, I first removed my t-shirt, and then kicked-off my sneakers. When I pushed Kyle off of me and onto the floor lying on his back, I could see it in his knowing green eyes. Even as I refastened the ball gag, clinging to whatever shred of mastery over him I could, Kyle still knew I was going to fuck him. Or is it more accurate to say that he was going to fuck me? I stood up and stepped out of my jeans and then removed my latex briefs. I dashed to my bedroom to gather the barest assortment of implements. When I returned to the living room, I surveyed the scene: at my feet awaited perfection. Now, seeing a guy lying bound and ball-gagged at your feet wearing nothing but a white rubber swim cap and navy blue sneakers may not be your idea of perfection, but at least disregard the endpoints of the head and the feet for now and imagine what lies in between: a swimmer boy with sort of a Trent Reznor or River Phoenix look to him with a Don Johnson cock. Like I said, perfection at my feet. My unbearable enthusiasm driving me to an inevitable merging, I paused long enough for a few final preparations. First, I placed the items on the floor next to Kyle. Let him stretch to discern their purpose. It won't change my plans. Next, I quickly put my sneakers back on. Understand that my sneaker fetish helps make it all work for me, in all of the fantasies, all of the scenarios whereby I would be 'initiated.' I swore that when I gave my first blow job, I would be wearing sneakers. Equally, when first I was to be fucked by a man, it too would be with sneakers. I didn't know which sneakers, whether they would be women's Keds or Jack Purcells or the white canvas All-Stars I chose to wear this fateful evening. I guess in the end it isn't going to matter. The fetish and the role-play made the fantasy work for me. So too would they now help make it a reality. Poor Kyle wouldn't get to watch the culmination of my zealous preparations, for the first item I selected from among those I had fetched was a padded leather blindfold which matched his gag nicely, if I do say so myself. Kyle offered no visible protest as I fitted him with the blindfold. He'd get to experience me, but he wouldn't get to watch. No, not this soon would he be able to see his master in such a way. And speaking of mastery and what not, maybe it's too late to portend myself as a stoic figure, but it's not too late to assert my dominance over Kurt at least in one more regard: his mouth was mine, his cock was soon to be mine, and right now, I reclaimed his ass. Buttering his ass generously with lubricant, a plug soon follows. I'm sure Kyle is surprised that I've fitted him with such a modest plug. Perhaps he feels I am being merciful or just oblivious? Heck, even a novice ass could easily accommodate this plug. Perhaps. One thing's for sure: when I plugged Kyle's ass, whatever hint of fullness Kyle had lost in the interim minutes had been regained. Between the plug and me applying what I would call a generous swath of lube to his shaft, Kyle swelled to full erection. I had already positioned myself straddling on top of him, facing him. Now I raised my bottom and grabbed hold of his stunning manhood and began rubbing it up and down my ass crack. I positioned the tip of his penis by my anus and without much hesitation I took his length. I mean, I did work just the tip of his penis in me twice, but after that, I settled down slowly and very deliberately, letting him fill me completely. It felt unbelievable, being so filled. I was amazed. I knew at that moment that Kyle and I were going to be lovers for a long time. I sat there for a few moments, allowing myself to settle down even further, reaching back on my heels, grabbing hold of the brown rubber soles of my sneakers. I began rocking to and fro ever so slightly, still adjusting to Kyle's thickness. Soon I was riding him quite assuredly, in strokes of four and five inches, perhaps twenty or thirtysome times before leaning forward and letting him come out of my ass before thrusting back down upon him. Once I found my rhythm, I fumbled behind me, between Kyle's legs. I was searching for the hose that connected to the inflation bulb on Kyle's plug. When I gave the bulb a few quick squeezes, I was confident that Kyle would realize that he was fitted with no ordinary plug. No, instead I was going to ride him while I pumped his plug to enormous proportions. Well, maybe not enormous, since I was heavy upon him, but at least uncomfortable proportions. I wanted to let him know who was in charge. My ass was filled only because I wanted it that way. So then was his ass also filled because I wanted it that way. I was still his Master. I was going to let Kyle cum inside me, that much was sure. I wanted us both spent. Then we would enjoy a short reprieve before resetting ourselves, and readying ourselves for more bondage games, for more rubber frolics. Was it going like I planned? No, it wasn't. Some things were way ahead of schedule, some things were behind schedule, but it was divine nevertheless. Was it premature of me to avail myself to Kyle's endowments? Maybe. Maybe I could've been more reserved. But is that really what is required of a master? Or was it alright for me to act selfishly, for my immediate gratification, and incidentally my slave's, even at some cost to the psychodrama? I reason it's justified. And was I indeed the poorest excuse for a master, as I had speculated earlier? Again I do not suppose I know. Only time will tell. Your comments are always appreciated at tentamen@hotmail.com

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Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 16:41:39 -0000 From: jamie free Subject: prf. c's punishment ***Here's another Prof. C. story. Hope it warms up a cold winter's day for some of you! Love and kisses, Jamie, jf135_thequeen@hotmail.com*** I'd had some fun with Prof. C., indulging him in his spanking, which I certainly enjoyed, and it'd been fun, and profitable too, being a boy hooker for a few of his friends, but I was young and got bored easily. Anyway, my old redneck boyfriend Ken was, after teaching me a lesson with a gangbang or two, treating me right, and I figured I'd forget the Professor. The class was over, and I'd got my good grade (after a few more spankings, blowjobs and fucks in his office,) so that was that I figured. However one day during the winter break Prof. C. called, and said he had a book I'd left over there, which I had. He was nice, said he understood if I wanted to have my fun elsewhere, but hoped I'd think about coming back to him sometime, just for a one nighter even. So I went over to get my book and have lunch with him, since he was being so decent about it all. We had lunch, with a couple drinks, and smoked some incredible hash he had. I was so high, and when he gave me that last drink I just drank it down. Suddenly I was nodding off and fell asleep on the sofa. The next thing I knew was waking up, naked, in the bedroom, hands cuffed in front of me, my feet tied together by a couple feet of velvet cord! As I woke up and realized where I was, the Professor sat down on the bed next to me and pushed me back down, saying in a very firm voice, "Jamie, you are going to have to be punished severely for your behavior. Do you need to use the bathroom?" I was stunned and meekly nodded yes. He helped me up and led me to his bathroom, where I pissed while he stood behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my back and ass. Then he told me to kneel in the tub, and he shocked me by unzipping his pants and saying he was going to piss on me! I started to protest but he was pissing already, shooting a warm hard stream of light golden piss on me, on my face, up and down my chest, legs, he pissed so much he must have been saving it for hours. I had closed my eyes and knelt submissively while the streams of piss ran over me. I could taste it on my lips and smell the strong sharp smell of it. Then he turned on the shower and using the massage head washed me thoroughly, including having me get down doggie style while he washed and rinsed out my ass, roughly slipping a soapy finger or two in me, fucking a little that way. When he was done he had me get out and toweled me off, gave me a long, lingering kiss, and then with a hard slap to the ass sent me to the bedroom. There I sat on the bed while he undressed, revealing his hard cock. Seeing me look at it, he smiled and said, "O, you'll get all the cock you want this weekend Jamie." I looked up in surprise and said "The weekend?" "O yes Jamie, you're going to be here for several days, and I am going to have a few friends over to help me punish you!" I felt so helpless and seeing the fierce look in his eye I knew I had to submit - or else - I had played too fast and loose for my own good, and would just have to take my medicine! He slid his belt out of his pants and began to whip me, across the chest, the back, the legs, telling me how dare I think I could play with him the way I had... He rolled me over, arms pinned underneath myself, and began lashing my ass, sharp stinging cracks of the belt much harder than any before. I began crying out a little, and he just laughed and said good, that's just how he wanted me... I noticed he did let up a little though, and carefully I began to act out for him, moaning and rolling, lifting my ass up to receive his belt, it was like being fucked and I yielded to it, giving in to the punishment. It wasn't just acting, I was both in pain and inflamed with lust by my submissive role! Just when I thought I really couldn't take it any more, and was about to beg to him stop, the belt stopped. I was tingling and stinging all over, pink welts on my quivering full ass cheeks, panting from his treating me so. He urged me more onto the bed and got behind me, smeared some KY in the crack of my ass and up my aching boy hole, and then he just plunged into me, fucking me hard, his hands squeezing my shoulders and holding me down while he pounded my ass, each thrust making me grunt into the bed with the force of it. When he came he groaned and called out, shooting into me in big shuddering thrusts, his breath hot on my neck. After he was done he slumped onto me, mashing me into the bed, his cock still in me. A little later and he got up, leaving me there. I lay there, my crotch and belly sticky with my own cum where I'd shot my load when he fucked me and waited his next move. It took a while. He showered and after taking me to the bathroom to piss again, tied me to the bed, and went out. I lay there, my ass sore, stinging, and richly filled with his cum, looking out the window watching the sun set and wondering what I would get next. When he came back I found out. He gave me something to eat, had me shower, and then handcuffed me again (by this point I was completely dominated and he could release me and confine me as he wanted.) He put a dog collar on me, with a leash, and told me he had a couple friends coming over and I was going to be tied by my leash to a hook in the old fireplace. When one of them wanted me, they would take me by the leash and I was to please them however they wanted me. The two friends were there soon, and the first part of the evening they took turns having me suck their cocks while the others watched. They both were middleaged guys like the professor, one, Terry, was bigger and more muscular, but with a smaller cock, and Jim was bigger and just plain flabby, but he had a big 8" cock. When I'd sucked all three of them off they told me to lay down by the couch and so I did, my leash tied to the couch leg, listening to them chat and agree that while I'd done a nice job sucking them off, they would need to do more before the night was over. When the professor volunteered later that he'd pissed on me that afternoon Terry and Jim loved it, and they hustled me into the bathroom where they had me kneel in the tub. All three of them stood there and started pissing, sending three streams of warm, sharply smelling piss all over me. As the piss streamed and ran down all over me, one of them (my eyes were closed,) started pissing full on my face to the excitement of the other two. As they stopped Terry barked, "Lick your lips bitch, taste our piss!" and I did, adding the salty slightly acrid taste of piss to the taste of sweet cum already filling my mouth. The professor's lust was slaked, but he urged Terry and Jim to fuck me, telling them that my ass was good anytime, but was best served well spanked. "You have to hear how he moans and cries for it!" he told them... Knowing that I was completely in their power, they took off the handcuffs and told me to wash in the shower while they watched. So I soaped and lathered and made a show of it, running a hand over the curve of my ass and looking back at them with a longing pout, while they had another drink and Terry and Jim argued over who went first. When I was done I got out and they took me wet into the bedroom. Terry and Jim were both nude by now and Terry sat on the edge of the bed, and told me to lay across his lap. I did, and while Jim helped hold me in place and Professor C. watched in delight, Terry spanked my ass hard, smacking first one cheek and then the other, setting them in jiggling, twitching motion as they went from creamy white to pink and pinker as the blows landed. I shifted and moaned and begged for it, having completely given myself over to them. They could have taken me to the park and had every guy there fuck me and I would have loved it, having my ass fucked until a river of cum ran out it and I was used up. Terry's cock was grown hard under me and he ordered me off, and then having me hunker down at the edge of the bed, ass out to him, his to use as he wanted, he lubed up and fucked me hard. He was in better shape than Prof. C. and with his hands clamped to either side of my ass he worked me good, fucking me steady for a long time considering how horny he was. I lay there, my soft pink ass a receptacle for his cock and whimpered and gasped as each pump of his cock shoved me against the bed. He came as hard as he fucked me, bracing himself against me and squeezing me hard as he spurted his hot cum up in my ass. He pulled away and collapesed in a chair, telling the Professor "This bitch is wild man, I'm going to want her again soon!" Meanwhile it was Jim's turn, and he turned me over his lap too, lovingly stroking my pink, quivering, freshly fucked ass, running a hand through the crack between the two full round cheeks and trailing KY and Terry's cum out across my ass. Then Jim spanked me, but not as hard as Terry. Jim was a little older, but he still gave me a good spanking, leaving me gasping and begging for it. Jim wasn't as athletic as Terry and when he'd spanked me, he lay on the bed and ordered me to suck him a little and then sit my pink ass down on his cock. I knelt between his spread legs and licked his cock, his balls, the sweaty musky skin under his balls, and took his balls in my mouth, sucking and swirling their hairy weight in my mouth one at a time. Jim was loving it, and rock hard, oozing pre cum, he told me to take my seat. I slowly got up from between his legs and got over his crotch, astraddle him. One hand on his belly and one behind me holding his big cock I very slowly lowered my ass down, looking him in the eye and licking my lips in the most slutty way. When my ass was just touching the head of his cock, I began very slowly, very delicately to rub it up and down the cum smeared, KY streaked crack of my ass. I gradually lowered down to where my puckered little boy hole was parted by the head of his cock and then, once his cock was in an inch or so, I moved my other hand up in front too and sank down on him in one smooth motion, burying him in my ass. Jim was in heaven and moaned, "O god yes, do me bitch, work that sweet ass, I love you!" Where the energy came from I don't know, but as used as I was I had enough left to make a nice show for Terry and the Professor of fucking Jim, moving up and down, sometimes on a down stroke reaching back and fondling his balls, clasping and squeezing his cock in my practiced ass, and when he came I sank down and let his cock part the sweet cheeks of my ass and cum deep in me. After that, I lay collapsed on the bed while the others washed up and went out in the living room. A while later, the Professor and Jim came in, and the Professor said, "Jamie, you're going with Jim. I owe him a few favors and you're the payback. Obey him and he'll treat you well. He's got to go on a trip down to the city and you'll be his girl on the trip." I nodded yes, and Jim told me to get dressed, he wanted me to come home with him all sweaty and cummy. We left and once back at his place went to bed - where we both fell asleep. The next day we left on his trip to the city, but that's another story!

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Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2002 18:44:33 -0800 (PST) From: Evan Bradely Subject: Chapter 27 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EvanBradley33@Yahoo.com Chapter 27 Patterns: Old and New After Ron Hamilton left me rather breathless in my classroom at the end of the lunch period, the rest of the day's classes intruded on my hot fantasies about that hunk of masculine pulchritude, leaving me with some guilt at the end of the day. After all, I was a professional - people were depending on me to give my best. Yet not for a moment was my mental screen without some image of Ron. Because of those images, I continued to experience erections and spurts of precum in my jockeys all day, especially when I undressed him in my mind. I never used to experience much natural lubrication before the ambushes, but since then, precum was not unusual. Or was it just that Ron was a mega-turn on? The week continued with my libido pretty much in power drive. Initially welcome experiences, the fantasies occasionally turned in a negative direction. Sometimes at the height of a fantasy, Ron's face melted into Tim's. Or suddenly a memory of those torturous dreams where Tim ran off with a blond boy popped up, or the nightmare with the ominous shadow man inserted itself. I was left uneasy, wondering if my mind was anticipating abandonment again. My frustration grew because, once the unwelcome memories began, they seemed to increase in frequency. I understood what was going on: as I felt a relationship with Ron drawing closer, my defensive mechanisms, which had been shaped by my history in relationships, kicked in to protect me. I suddenly realized my mistake: any individual's defensive mechanisms were shaped by his unique history; they weren't those of another person. I developed a new appreciation on the spot for the push-pull syndrome that drove Tim. Thursday morning at breakfast, studying me over a spoonful of raisin bran, Jeremy observed, "You've changed." I looked at him blankly. "Why do you say that?" "You're so quiet." "You know how I'm usually thinking ahead to all the things I have to do once I reach school." "No, this is something else. It's like you're brooding over something or someone. I thought you'd moved past Tim." "I have. Besides, I'm the same person I've always been." "Have you noticed that haven't been joking or teasing in the classroom the way you used too?" he revealed in a rather superior manner as though he were pleased to be ahead of me in realizing something. "I really hadn't thought about it." I smiled. "Perhaps I need stronger vitamins." He continued studying me. "Now there was a joke. You didn't react," I challenged him. "The usual Jeremy would have skewered me with a funny retort." "Wasn't a joke. You were just putting me off." I was going to have to watch myself more closely if Jeremy could read me that accurately. "By the way, you'll have to fend for yourself for dinner Friday evening. But since it's a Friday, I doubt my plans will affect yours much." "Where are you going to be?" Jeremy asked. "Ron Hamilton and I are going out to dinner." "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h. The pieces of the puzzle are falling into place." He grinned. "Speaking of being skewered, will you be participating in some special Friday night recreation?" "Don't be ridiculous. We don't even know each other. He knows Tim Minor, who told him to look me up. Did you know that Ron and Tim exchanged teaching jobs? Ron helped Tim locate in the capital, and Tim suggested Ron take his former job here. Ironic, huh? So what are you and Kenny doing?" Jeremy studied me, the cogs turning. "Since there isn't a basketball game this Friday, some of the guys are going to a movie. So I guess Tim was playing matchmaker, huh? Kind of a payback for leaving you?" "Oh, I don't think so. That kind of good turn is too farfetched for Tim. It's the behavior of a caring person." As I dismissed his suggestion, he started smiling, and the more I spoke, the more he smiled. "A caring person would have spoken at least one word to me before he abandoned me or left town," I commented a little bitterly. "Alan was more the caring person, you know, for he came to my office to speak - "Why are you grinning at me like a monkey?" I broke off to ask with some exasperation. "The more you put my suggestion down, the more I'm convinced that even you have thought about it." I pursed my lips and clammed up. I wasn't going to change his mind, so there was no point in wasting my breath. He reached over, grasping my hand and holding it tightly, looking me straight in the eyes. "Dad, every time that you become interested in a man you don't have to be afraid that what happened with Tim will happen again. And even if Tim and Ron are friends, that doesn't mean Ron is setting you up for a fall the way Tim did. That's why you're being so quiet, isn't it?" Wow! He'd put his finger right on it - even before I did. I didn't want to admit that he was correct. . . . But if he was going to be my son, he had a right to give me advice and reassure me. It went with the territory, so to speak. "Yes," I answered quietly. "How did you know?" "I've been rejected too. . . . Does Ron seem anything like Tim?" I thought it over. "Based on the ten minutes I spent chatting with him in my classroom - no." "Maybe the time you're spending worrying about being dropped should be spent on the possibility of a new friendship, one free from worries." He was correct again. And he was speaking like a leader, I realized with pride. Still, I wasn't certain I could shake myself free from worry. I was afraid of being hurt again. I just shook my head mutely in the affirmative. He stared at me for a while. Then the corners of his mouth flicked down in a fleeting frown that was gone as soon as it was born. "So how did your first meeting with Ron go?" he asked. "I behaved like an idiot." I recounted my being mesmerized by Ron and not being much in control of my physical behavior. "Did he call off the date?" "It's not a date, Jeremy," I muttered. "He just wants to get to know someone, to find out about the best businesses in the city to patronize, faculty politics, stuff like that. So the answer to your question is that he didn't call off the dinner." "Then you shouldn't be worrying," he suggested. "Look at how good things happened for me 'in the fullness of time,' as you are fond of saying. Maybe the fullness of your time has arrived." 'I could certainly stand some of Ron's fullness,' I thought lasciviously. The need for us to hustle to get to school ended the conversation, but Jeremy's leadership stance and love for me lingered warmly. * * * After some talking among themselves right after Christmas, it had been decided: Jeremy, Kenny, Cody and I would give Troy and Susan a candlelight dinner this evening at The Shadows as a Christmas present. The choice of restaurant was Jeremy's idea, the result of his and Kenny's having such a romantic time there with Tony and Angela. I had provided the upfront funding, and Jeremy and Kenny had driven out to The Shadows to purchase a gift certificate. Jeremy would collect whatever Kenny and Cody wanted to throw in to pass on to me. Having found a blank note card, Kenny had sketched Troy and Susan on the front. They were sitting at a table in the cafeteria, gazing at each other in their special way. As always, it was excellent work, for Kenny had captured their particular "couple quality." He had turned the inside of the notecard into a dinner invitation. The three guys had given it to Susan and Troy the week between Christmas and New Year's. I had observed Kenny's and Jeremy's pleasure over the event as they described Susan's and Troy's reactions. Susan had been touched, kissing each of them (how did I miss out on that?). Troy, for once, had been speechless. Both had hugged Kenny, praising his sketch of them. Jeremy's and Kenny's reactions had demonstrated what a payoff it was that Troy and Susan had been touched by the gift. As a generous couple, Troy and Susan were always on the giving end. It was nice to switch that about for them. Maybe Susan would share with me how the evening went. * * * After classes, I scooted over to Dr. Sorenson's office for the long- awaited check- up. When he walked into the examining room, I was standing up, not using the crutches. I handed them to him, accompanied by a casual statement that I wouldn't be using them any longer. He grinned, replying, "Yes, Doctor." He asked a few questions, accepted my heartfelt thanks for his excellent care, and pronounced me released. I told him I'd already released myself. I showed up out of courtesy and respect for him. He laughed, shaking his head at my brash manner. As I left, he expressed regret that he wouldn't be seeing those "great kids" again. "How are they?" "Developing too fast. I have to watch it all the time just to stay two hops ahead of them. They try end-around runs whenever possible. I guess I should tell you that I'm adopting one of them. I don't think you met him when I was in the hospital." I launched into an abbreviated account of Jeremy's history with his parents. Dr. Sorenson was clearly pleased with the news, expressing the hope that he'd have to opportunity to meet Jeremy sometime. Upon his return home that evening, Jeremy immediately exclaimed his approval of my walking under my own power. I got a big hug with only a few tears in his eyes. "Wait until the guys hear about this," he exclaimed. He looked up and yelled, "LaRonda, wait until you hear this." The next day at school brought surprised but pleased expressions from my students and colleagues. * * * The next day seemed just as long as its predecessors. I was impatient for Friday's dinner with Ron to arrive. I was going to have to watch that. I could see my exuberance carrying me face first into a wall, so to speak. As I was restoring my desk to order and preparing to go home, I glanced up to see Jim Belton leaning on the frame of the door to my classroom. Odd. Jim always stood straight and tall, looking rigid and uptight. I'd never seen him assume so casual a pose. "Hey, Jim, good to see you." With no preamble, Jim launched into the purpose that brought him to my room. "Had an appointment with your lawyer. I like Miles." "I'm glad. Sounds to me as though he's your lawyer now too." "Yeah, I'm feeling better about the farm. I think we must have talked just about farming for 25 minutes. Didn't know a lawyer would know so much about it. Must be his background in the South. What do you know about him?" I was surprised. This had to be the first time Jim Belton ever wanted to know anything from me. "Miles comes from Louisiana. I met him here when I was going through a divorce. We became friends almost immediately, and we've remained such to this day. He likes to keep fit. He's a jogger. As you saw, it contributes favorably to his striking appearance. I don't think the man has an enemy anywhere, which is a surprise considering his profession. He's respected among his peers." Jim was listening intently. Hm-m-m-m- m-m - I wondered . . . "He's never been married," I added. "Rarely has a date." The pupils in Jim's eyes narrowed a little. "You think he'd be interested in seeing my farm?" "I expect he would. I'm surprised you didn't ask him out so that he could see what he was protecting." Jim shrugged his shoulders. Another first. Maybe Jim was relaxing with me. That would be new, too. "I thought he might consider it a step down to mix with a farmer." "Miles doesn't judge men by what they do to make a living, assuming that it's legitimate. But he'll do a pretty good read of a person's character. I think you should ask him. At least give him a chance to choose. You'll never know otherwise." Jim realized that my comment was communicating on two levels, not only in regard to the invitation to visit the farm but also to establishing a friendship, maybe more, with Miles. I just smiled. If I didn't know better, I'd wonder if Jim were close to being smitten. Wouldn't that beat all if Jim and Miles became a couple! "Evan!" that inner voice remonstrated. "You're matchmaking!" 'So what? Jim's going to be alone soon. I don't want his world to reduce to so much that there won't be anything to sustain him - even his beloved farm can do only so much. He needs a person if not people in his life too. And I don't want him to lose his farm. I'm not doing anything wrong because I'm not imposing my decisions on Jim or Miles. Whatever happens between them is their choice.' I responded, a little smugly. "You know," I suggested, "the more Miles knows about your farm, the better he can help you keep it. He'll see aspects of your setup to which you and I are blind because we haven't been trained to think the way an attorney does. . . . The same applies to you and me. For instance, you can look at another farm and tell how well it's maintained and what it's worth an acre and then what it'll bring if it's sold. You can walk into a field, scoop up soil, study it, and tell whether it's ready for planting, probably even how good it is for raising a particular crop. I'm certain you can shred a head of growing wheat and tell how many more weeks until harvest and how good the crop will be. I can't do that, and I doubt Miles can do much of it. I can pick up a piece of writing and see things in it others can't - patterns in the prose others don't detect. I can see through it into a person's mind, the part that is used in composing and thinking, that is. I can even read in the subtext features to which the writer is not alive. I doubt you and Miles can do it as well as I. In short, you'd be helping both Miles and yourself out if you invited him to see your farm." Unsmiling, Jim studied me. "I may give him a call. See what he thinks." He turned and walked down the hall without any farewell. He must have already been thinking about calling Miles. I hoped he built some fantasies involving Miles - with no grey misgivings to tinge the edges, I thought ruefully, reflecting on my recent fantasies. * * * That afternoon, Jeremy and I met at home and drove to Miles Forbisher's office in my car. Jeremy was his usual charming self when I introduced him to Rosamund, Miles's secretary. He immediately won her approval. When Jeremy told her proudly that he was going to be my son, she was clearly surprised. I doubted that happened often, given that she was usually on top of any situation and ahead of people in anticipating what was going to occur. "How delightful! What a blessing for both of you," Rosamund exclaimed. We were still in the "introductions' stage when Miles stepped out of his office, gesturing for us to enter. Jeremy insisted that I precede him. Once inside, I quickly moved to the introductions. Miles and Jeremy were understandably eying each other beyond the ordinary. After we seated ourselves, Miles began, "Oh, by the way, Evan, thanks for the referral." I just looked at him blankly. "Jim Belton." "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Surely." Jeremy looked at me, curious about Jim's needing an attorney. "He's a really nice guy," Miles added. "Kind of innocent-like. He told me all about his farm. Invited me out to his farm this Saturday. I'm going," he stated, his eagerness unmistakable. My eyebrows must have risen a little for I noticed a faint blush in his upper cheeks. Jim must have called as soon as he left my classroom. Hm-m-m-m. I wonder if this means what I hope. "I think that's great. You must have made a hit with Jim. That farm is the center of his existence. He's never invited me out there," I commented, arching my eyebrows. Jeremy was listening with interest. "You just made my day. I've made Evan Halsey jealous," Miles grinned. "Bull! Let me tell you the kind of guy Jim is. My first day back at school after the accident - "What accident?" "I fell down the steps at school, broke my leg, banged up some stuff, was in the hospital. I just got off crutches," I answered quickly. "Jim, a man of few words, showed up at my classroom door after classes my first day back at school. He knew going down those stairs would be difficult for me. He also knew that my students, out of kindness, would keep me from experiencing any difficulty at the stairs. A couple of male students in particular would probably have picked me up and carried me down the stairs. Jim walked me to the stairs, explaining that I needed to go down them myself but that he'd be there with me should I falter. He walked me down those stairs, encouraging me in his taciturn way. Watched while I went across the parking lot to my car and didn't turn back until I was headed out of the parking lot. He didn't show up at my door the next day after classes, but I'll bet he was out of sight monitoring my progress down those stairs solo." "What Dad's not telling you, Mr. Forbisher - "Please, Jeremy, call me Miles." Jeremy smiled. " - Miles, is that I pushed him down the stairs. I wasn't really intending to do that." Then Jeremy launched into the tale, including its resolution. Miles alternately studied one of us and then the other during the recitation. "Well, you're a strong and honest man, Jeremy, to admit that to someone you've just met. But I wouldn't expect anything less of a man who won Evan's approval. It's certainly turned out well for both of you. Evan's been a solitary buffalo too long." "Hey!" I protested. "Watch what metaphors you fling at me." Miles laughed gleefully because he'd gotten a rise out of me. "You should hear the long list of metaphors his students use to refer to him," Jeremy snickered. "It gets longer every month and is heavy in use after Dad returns a test or set of essays." I frowned. "So what do we have to do here, Miles?" We launched into a discussion of the adoption process with information flowing back and forth. Miles said he'd have me come in next week to read over the codicil to my will and sign it. "Jeremy, how do you want to be named the petition?" he asked. "Jeremy Wilder Halsey," he answered, smiling. "It suits you," Miles replied. "Do we go to court with you?" Jeremy asked him. "It isn't necessary." "Please," Jeremy requested, looking at Miles and then at me. "Would you mind, Dad? It's important to me for us to be there together." I looked at Miles and then back at Jeremy. "Yes, we can do that," I answered, quickly understanding that our presence represented both closure on an unhappy period in his life and the opening of a new door in our life together. "How about it Miles? Is there a session that ends later in the afternoon so that Jeremy and I wouldn't miss too much of the school day?" It was Miles's turn to snicker. "You know, Evan, some people might just take the entire day off for such a momentous event." My eyes widened. "And miss classes?" I questioned in disbelief. "I don't think so." "Oh, Dad," Jeremy moaned. I looked at him mischievously. "I'm now responsible for your character, Jeremy. I take that role seriously, and much work remains to be accomplished." He punched me playfully in the shoulder . Miles was grinning. "You never change, do you, Evan?" I smiled slightly. "So will you let us know about the day of that afternoon time slot so that we can arrange to attend?" Our business obviously finished, we arose with Miles's assurances that we would hear from him soon. * * * The next day at the beginning of the lunch period, I was making my way back to my classroom after having left a memo at the central office for the head of the Commencement Committee. As I crossed the foyer, Kate Williams spied me, excused herself from a group of students with whom she'd been chatting, and walked up to me, beaming. "I think we have some things to talk about, Evan, beginning with Jeremy." "Yes, I'm adopting Jeremy," I answered like a smart ass, "and don't tell me that you saw that coming," I warned her. She couldn't stifle her know-it-all smile, asking archly, "Who do you think assigned Jeremy to your English class and why?" I turned my head aside, narrowing my eyes in doubt. "Balderdash!" Just then Jeremy, Kenny, Susan and Troy came up behind us. "Evan, I'm going to strangle you!" Jeremy exclaimed as though wounded. I looked at him in surprise. "Now what?" "Everyone is calling me 'Buckaroo this' and 'Buckaroo that.' It's all you fault." My grin of delight was endless. "Gotcha!" "Oh, I've got to hear this," Kate exclaimed. "How did you get to be a buckaroo?" Kenny jumped in and related the incident when I'd almost referred to Jeremy as a cheeky bastard in front of the class, catching myself just in time by substituting "buckaroo." I noticed the pride with which Kenny related the tale from glances of that nature he frequently cast in Jeremy's direction. "So Jeremy's a buckaroo now. Well that certainly leads into my next question," Kate commented, eyebrows arched. "Why is it that parties always break out around you, Evan?" "What parties?" "I'm hearing all kinds of stories about applause from your end of the hall and peals of laughter." "You should have been there, Mrs. Williams," Susan began, relating the events that had transpired in my classroom the first day back from New Year's, when LeKeisha and Angela had pushed me to announce my intention to adopt Jeremy to my class. Susan's rendering was punctuated by additions from Kenny and Troy. While Susan was recounting the event, I noticed Byron Okata and Melanie Simpson walking by hand-in-hand. 'When she visited me in my classroom about dating, she said she wanted a jock,' I remembered. She waved at me. Byron smiled shyly at me then ducked his head as they walked slowly through the foyer. Catching the direction of my glance, Susan winked. Yeah, I knew she had put the two together. She probably dissuaded Melanie from her goal of hooking up with a jock. I wondered if Troy had gotten Byron in with the guys yet. I'd have to check. * * * Not long after I returned to my room, Susan showed up at my door with a brown bag lunch. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. "Not in the least. I'd welcome it. Maybe I'll get to hear about your dinner at The Shadows. As we unpacked and ate our lunches, she began relating details of the candlelight dinner. "Evan, Troy and I needed that time alone. And what ambience The Shadows has! I don't think we've had such a magical evening in a long time." My eyebrows expressed skepticism. "Knowing you two as I do, I thought most of your evenings together were magical - you know, the All-American Jock and America's Sweetheart." "Cut it out, Evan. You know what holidays can be like for kids from big families. It's hard to find anytime to be alone." Her eyebrows rose. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h. I get it. Well, I'd be missing a little 'quiet time' with a stud like Troy, too, as I'm certain he was missing such with a princess like you." She chuckled. "Yes, he had some catching up to do." I cocked my head to one side, puzzled. Then Susan's admission in an earlier conversation that Troy made love to her twice for every romp he had with Cody or me floated into my mind. "Oh, Troy and Cody," I shook my head, indicating that I understood the import of her comment. "And Jeremy and Kenny!" she added. My jaw dropped. "Separately?" "No, the foursome." "Oh," I said softly, looking away. Now why was I feeling strange about what Susan had just told me? A glut of students popped into the room chattering loudly. Susan arose, frowning at my reaction to her disclosure about the guys. "Thank you again, Evan, for the wonderful gift. We loved it." She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. Before she walked through the door, she turned again to look at me. * * * Once class was over on Friday, I sped home, warning myself not to count on too much happening. If I did, I'd probably ruin it. I showered and donned casual dress for dinner. Right on time, Ron drove in the driveway. I locked the door and walked to the car. Ron hustled out and opened the passenger door for me. If Jeremy had seen it, he'd have ragged me about my denial that Ron and I were on a date. "Lost the crutches, huh?" he inquired. "It was past time," I replied. "Where's that Italian restaurant Tim liked so much?" Ron asked me. "I think you mean Francini's. I'll give you directions," I said as he shut my door. Once he was in the car, I verbally sketched out our route to the restaurant so that I wouldn't have to interrupt conversation at every turn. "Francini's is owned by Tony Francini's parents," I explained. I don't know if you have Tony in class or not." He thought a couple of moments. "Good-looking, kinda cocky Italian dude. Doesn't back down. Looks you right in the eye. Has a girl friend. Shy girl. Angel? Angela?" "Yes, that's he. She's Angela Walker. Really nice young woman. I have them both in my first-hour Junior English. They make a great couple. In fact, their finding each other has made them more studious and a delight to teach. Tony's a really nice guy. Stronger than he knows yet. And Angela's developing so rapidly that she's surprising even herself," I reported, ruminating on her uncharacteristically bold challenge to me in class to share the news of his adoption with Jeremy's classmates. He opened a new line of conversation: "I hear you are adopting a student. That's remarkable. The scuttlebutt tells me everyone is behind you and Jeremy." "Yes. Jeremy's special. I hope you get to know him." "Oh, I'll get to know him. We're all going to be close." I looked at him with my head tipped to the side, wondering what his remark portended. "So tell me about Jeremy." I gave Ron the quick version of Jeremy's family history. "When we started this academic year, he was a brash, disenfranchised kid with a bit of a chip on his shoulder. None of us came close to guessing what a rough time he was experiencing, which says much about how well he handles himself when life gets down and dirty. Now he's this caring leader whom others are happy to follow. One of his good friends is Troy Morgan. Troy really likes chemistry, by the way, so I guess you've met him?" I asked. "The star basketball player? Yeah. I want to go to a game to see him play. You'll go with me," he stated. My eyebrows rose at his presumption. He noted it, with a charming smile. Ever since I met him, I had the inescapable feeling that he was toying with me, enjoying himself because he knew something I didn't. I looked at that magnificent visage, those blue eyes. "Okay, I'd like to see Troy play too - and Cody." "Cody Saxon?" "Yes." "I always see Troy, his girlfriend, and Cody together. They're like triplets." "Yes, they're close friends. With Kenny and Jeremy too." "Kenny's Jeremy's boyfriend?" he asked. 'Ah-oh,' I thought, hesitant to answer. "It's okay. In only three days in our school a newcomer is filled in quickly, particularly about the popular students." I just shook my head in understanding. "Cody's a basketball star too. Troy's girl friend is Susan Connolly. An excellent student, a fascinating woman, and a good friend." "Cody and Troy are friends too?" Ron asked. "Yes." "I feel jealous." "Oh, yeah, right! The hunk's jealous," I blurted out uncharacteristically. Surprised by my own outburst, I blushed furiously. "There's no reason to be jealous. You hardly know any of us, so how could you be jealous?" He ignored my question. "You've never gone to a game then? I've heard about how reclusive you are." I frowned. "Heard about from whom?" He grinned. "You know." My frown deepened. I looked out my window at the passing businesses lining Walden Road. We weren't far from Francini's. I remembered Ron's face turning into Tim's in the past week's fantasies. Now I was physically with Ron, and Tim was moving into our presence. I wondered where it would take the evening. I couldn't help wanting to withdraw. It had started with Susan's disclosure about Jeremy, Kenny, Troy, and Cody getting it on. Matters weren't helped any when deep within I heard this dissonant chorus of whispers reminding me of my past history, particularly with Tim Minor, and telling me I was going to fail. "Come on, Evan," that interior voice said. "Ron's new. Give him a chance. While you're at it, give yourself a chance too. The guy seems interested in you. Tim's why you two are together, so he's going to come up in conversation for a while. You can live with that. Don't beat Ron up because of you're history with Tim." 'Oh! The voice! So where were those whispers coming from?' My brow wrinkled. 'Memories. Surely would be nice to have a delete key for memories.' I mused over the possibility for a moment. 'Not really. Those memories, even though they are negative, serve a purpose if you know how to use them positively,' I counseled myself. I expressed the need for a turn at the next stoplight. Otherwise, I remained silent. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. It certainly was not going to be about Tim. I wasn't going to spend the evening discussing him. "Let me clear the air," Ron broke the silence. "I'm not involved in any collusion with Tim and Alan to pull a dirty trick on you for the sake of a laugh. You know Alan's not that kind of guy. And I hadn't seen or talked to Tim for a couple of years before he called to tell me he was moving to my city. When Tim drops someone, it's over - probably because he doesn't leave that person well. He tends to just disappear without a word. If he hadn't needed help fast since he was moving at the end of the first semester, I wouldn't have heard from him at all. That ended a long time ago - when we left college." I stole glimpses of Ron and his wonderful anatomy throughout his explanation. He caught me a time or two, but he didn't react. "The reason I bring this up is that it's understandable for you to think something like that might happen. Were I in your place, I know the same thoughts would have crossed my mind." I just shook my head affirmatively, relieved that I could put those worries behind me. We pulled into a parking space at Francini's. I started to open my door. "NO!" he blared. I jumped because he was so loud. "Please, Evan, let me," he said in a moderate tone. He hopped out of the car, came around to my door, opening it just as though we were on a date. When I swung my feet out and stood up, he took a step forward so that I arose right up against his body with him looking right down into my eyes and me looking straight up into his. The dawg! He smelled good - a combination of something woodsy and male. I cast my glance to the side. If he continued this, I was going to turn to jelly. When I looked up at him, indicating my intention to move ahead, he held to his place, a sexy grin spreading across that handsome mug. Only after establishing that he controlled matters at this particular moment did he move back, gesturing with his hand that I was to precede him. The old Evan would have been peeved at such behavior; the new Evan was thrown off balance - yet charmed too. We moved to the front door, with Ron opening it for me. Once inside, Tony spotted us immediately, hustling over, telling the hostess that we were his teachers, so he'd seat and wait on us. He greeted us, beaming at me. He led us to the secluded alcove where he'd placed Tim and me on an earlier occasion. Why did he do that? I usually was stuck in a dining room. He and Ron struck up a conversation, allowing me to study Ron closely. After our "body brush-up" outside in the parking lot, I was fantasizing about what it would be like if he made love to me. In the midst of the conversation, Ron looked at me, bursting into a grin, for he somehow realized the nature of my mental exercises. Tony looked at me and then Ron and back at me. He tipped to what I'd likely been doing. He winked at me, chuckling - with Ron joining in. He took our drink orders - a scotch on the rocks for Ron and a gin and tonic for me. An older waiter brought our drinks. After about five minutes, Tony returned to take our orders. I took a couple of sips of my drink, looking at Ron. He smiled. "You were going to explain the job switch that brought you here," I reminded him. "Okay. Tim had called me before he came for his job interview to arrange to have dinner together. Later, when Tim came to the capital to find an apartment and finalize the contract and papers on his new job, he stayed with me. We used to be close," he said, staring into my eyes, pausing. "Really close. Started when we played pick-up basketball on dormitory courts when we were in college." "Oh," I said, actually at a loss for words. He took a sip from his drink. "I guess he planned from the beginning of that visit to start interesting me in coming here. He started talking about you. Telling me about you and about him - ALL about you and him," Ron said, fixing his eyes on me, humor dancing in his eyes. I blushed. "If he told you why he dumped me, I'd be interested in knowing." "Not dumping - fleeing." My brows beetled. "Fleeing what?" "You, falling deeply in love with you, being trapped by you." "Makes me sound like a black widow spider! I don't trap people," I said with a slight degree of attitude. He smiled. "You do if they find themselves caring more for you than they intended or wanted." I snorted in impatience. "When did we stop discussing Tim Minor?" "I never did." Tony arrived with our salads and bread sticks. I noticed that he asked Ron, not me, if everything was okay as he would with the man of a dating couple. 'So what has Tony figured out - who the head male is?' I wondered. He'd probably figured everything out. Could he read me now and tell me what I was feeling? I could use the help. I looked down at my gin and tonic, frowning. After Tony left, I asked, "Is there some reason Tim couldn't have told me any of this?" "Fear. Tim's never confessed anything like this to any of his former lovers - or anyone else, for that matter. Nor will he ever. You may have noticed that he's a competitive guy, likes to be in control, but he felt that he would never have the control with you that he liked. That he needed. You are too strong, independent, too much your own man. He also thought you wouldn't leave your job and go to the capital with him. Besides, you know that Tim has a thing for young guys." "I didn't then but do now. Did Alan go to the city with Tim?" "Yeah, they're rooming together. Alan transferred to the university there." "Oh, of course!" I exclaimed as I pitched attitude, then felt guilty because it seemed to depreciate Alan. I realized I couldn't do that. 'What's up with that?' I wondered. "Alan's a nice guy," I mentioned contritely. "Of course, a nice guy can be the most destructive," I murmured, lapsing into memories. "You're not talking about Tim now, are you?" Ron asked. I shook my head in the negative. "Sounds like there's a story there," he observed. There was, but I remained silent. Ron continued his account of Tim's visit to him in the state capital. "When Tim suggested that I take his job, I told him I wasn't interested in pulling up roots and moving somewhere else. Then he told me about you. I got really interested then." "Oh come on!" I broke in. "You aren't going to tell me that you uprooted yourself, gave up your seniority and favorite haunts, because of me. You hadn't even seen me." "I did shortly after that - out in the north parking lot of the school. In fact, I can take you right now to the very spot where you were standing. You were out there on your crutches. You stopped to let Tim drive past - in my car. Tim pointed you out that day to both Alan and me." My face communicated considerable doubt about his claim. Yet I could feel myself blushing, remembering the big shadow on the passenger side of the car, recalling how ridiculous I must have seemed, given what was being said inside that car. "Tim had already told me about you, described you - with and without clothes. However, I'm verifying all that after dinner." My eyebrows shot up. "You want a protector," he added, "someone to love deeply. Someone to shelter in. Even someone to submit to who won't expect you to give up your strength for him permanently." "Maybe I'd want to give up some of my strength as a love offering." "No, Evan. Wouldn't work. Your strength is who you are. A man who really loved you and understood you would neither ask nor allow you to give it up completely. It would be one of your many attractive features to the right man who was falling in love with you." I glanced up at him briefly. I wanted to check him out to see if the was sincere or was pulling a fast one. He was sincere. Lowering my eyes immediately, I blushed. "I'm not Tim, Evan. I won't hurt you," he said softly. Tony arrived with our entrees. Again he and Ron chatted each other up a little. Tony kept looking my way, wondering how it was going, I suspected. I smiled at him to reassure him. After Tony left, Ron continued. "You want a husband." I looked startled. "I want someone like you who will allow me to do all that, be that husband. I told you that Tim and I were close. I wanted him. But he shied away just as he did with you. I figure any guy who can shake ole Tim, make him consider settling down, is a guy worth knowing, a guy who can give me what I'm looking for." I looked up into those blue eyes. "What are you looking for?" "Since I've seen you? A small guy I can dwarf, who can make me feel my power because he has power, who can challenge me now and again. A guy I can cuddle, hold and protect. A guy who'll let me make love to him any time I want and who'll fuck me when I want. A guy I want to spend MY time with, do all kinds of things with, grow with. A guy who'll love and cherish me so that I can do the same for him. Who'll look at me with his eyes full of love for me - just the way you are beginning to do now." I blinked and then glanced down at my drink quickly, taking a sip. "Who'll want to spend some of our time on activities I like." We hadn't any more than finished our meal when Tony appeared to clear the table and offer dessert. We both declined politely. In no time at all, Tony was back with the bill. As he started to leave, Ron said, "Hold it Tony. You can take this right back with you," as he dropped a credit card on the tray. Tony shot away. "Want me out of your life?" Ron asked. "No, you're a keeper," I grinned back, ducking my head shyly, not wanting to behave in any way that marred the moment. Under the table, he used the front half of his shoe to push down lightly on my foot. Tony returned, grinning broadly. "Don't want to hold you gents up. You look like you might be in a hurry." Ron winked at him. "I appreciate a guy who's been there and understands," Ron replied. Tony barely stifled a laugh, but his smile was monstrous. We took our leave of Tony with thanks offered all around. Ron insisted on following me to my side of the car, unlocking the door, and waiting for me to take my seat. I leaned over and unlocked the door for him. When he had slid behind the wheel, I thanked him for dinner. The ride back to my home was quiet, with the two of us looking over to check the other out from time to time. My mind was ablaze with images of our embracing, his removing my clothes, my undressing him, discovering all the delights those clothes hid. Ron's car slid soundlessly into the drive. This time I waited for him to come to my door. When we were walking to the front door, he put his arm around my waist, gently nudging my body into his. I liked the substance, the solidity of it. I put my arm around his waist. When I unlocked the front door, he held me back, scooped me up in his arms, carried me through the door. "It starts here, Evan." I shut the door behind us. "Lock it," he ordered gently. He looked around, spying the sunroom. He walked over to it and stepped down into it, allowing my feet to drop smoothly to the carpet. Then he pulled me into an embrace and a passionate kiss. I couldn't help it. I started running my hands up those big arms, over the balled caps of his broad shoulders, down his back to his hips. I loved the feel of that ass. Regardless of my hands' moving to back or butt, any muscle bundle they touched flexed and tightened, whether by his command or involuntarily due to my touch, I didn't know. He was pushing the hard knot of his cock into my stomach. We no more than broke a kiss before he started another. He was clearly in command. That was fine with me. His big paws moved over my body, taking its measure. Whereas I was reacting to his huge frame, he was reacting to my small dimensions. I unbuckled his belt, but he took my hands away. "Strip," he ordered. "My bedroom's down the hall," I explained, nodding in that direction with my head. "No. Here. I like this room. It's like a forest or jungle. I feel the beast in me awakening," he said seductively. Man! Was he ever turning me on as we pulled our clothes off. I could feel myself start tremble, but I didn't know why. Certainly not fear. Excitement! He stood there, allowing he to take him in as he was me. His body reminded me of a monument to masculine beauty and power adorning some ancient building in the Roman Forum. The muscles in his arms were so wide that I couldn't see a fringe of hair that I knew filled his armpits. I knew my hand couldn't do much more than clasp either the front or the back of his "ceps." The muscles in his forearms made my "ceps" look puny and my forearms thin despite the muscle definition there. His hands were huge, hanging now at his sides, the big fingers curled. His pecs were matted with black hair and accented with dark nipples. I had marked when I first saw him in my classroom his wing-like lats. A notable trail of black hair moved down his stomach to his pubic forest. His thighs were thick, defined and beautifully haired, as were his calves. His feet had to be big to hold up that frame. As the muscles in his square jaw flexed, shadowed with his heavy whiskers, he walked toward me, grabbing me and pulling me into him, wrapping his arms about me. There was so much of Ron, and every bit of it warm. I put my hands on his chest, running them through the hair there. His hand ran roughly over my ass, his fingers moving aggressively into the crack, teasing the center of me he found there. I raised off my heels a bit to tongue his big nipples, which immediately hardened. I turned to sucking and nibbling on them, which made his cock push harder into me. Though he didn't want me to, I pulled down so that I was kneeling in front of him. I was proud that his cock was no longer than mine, but it was thicker, topped by a beautiful cap, which flared out, leaving quite a flange. Instead of being flat at his frenum, the flare continued on the underside of the head, with both sides nearly joining before running up to the long slit in the head. I took his thick, seven- inch shaft in my hand, feeling its heat and heft. I nosed into the pubic forest. His musk was strong but not overpowering. While I licked around his cock, I caressed his big balls hanging down in a silky, hairy sack. He was turned on - I could tell by his tensed muscles. As I licked the big cap, I ran my hands back on his ass. The lobes were hard. I could barely depress them. I had to pull him closer to me to place my fingers in his moist crack, feeling more hair there, and then brushing my fingertips over his hole. It jumped. I heard a noise issue from him, soft but expressive. I figured he didn't want to betray any kind of reaction, so I was pleased to have caused this much. He reached around for one of my hands, gently guiding it under my nose, rubbing my fingertips under my nostrils to leave his scent there, then pulling my hand up and leaning down to do the same under his nose. He reached under my arms and gently slung me around on my back in the center of the open space in front of the sunroom door, rolling on top of me. He had his muscular arms and legs clasped tightly about me. He started kissing me again. After breaking it off, he slid to his knees and pushed my legs back, rolling me onto my shoulders so that he could attack my ass. He nibbled, licked, nuzzled his nose into my ass, magnifying my pleasure and trembling, making me moan. Soon his tongue was entering me, his moans joining mine in a chorus of sexual pleasure. I had to do something, so I ran my hands through the black hair on his head, tracing the contours of his ears, massaging their lobes. He arose with a simple command: "Get your lube." I scooted back, rolling to the side and onto my feet, hustling into my bedroom to the nightstand. I returned with a couple of towels and the lube, which I handed to him. "I like watching your little ass," he said. He spread some lube over the three middle fingers on his right hand while I returned to my back and pulled my legs back. He gently massaged some lube around my hole, slipping one finger inside me. Out it came while another entered in its place, then the other. Quickly the one finger became two, then three. I was puffing and losing control. He smoothed more lube on his big cock. He knee-walked up so that his legs were on either side of me. He placed the round, flared head of his dick against my hole and unceremoniously began to ease himself inside, his hands grasping the sides of my hips tightly, moving my ass to adjust his entry, moving it now forward, now back off his cock. I felt only twinges of pain, so gentle was he, but he was watching me closely. Eventually, he was deep in me - all the way. I felt so full. He pulled all the way back and then moved his whole cock swiftly inside me. Somehow the breadth of his body joined in my mind with the breadth of his dick in me, making my back arch and a stream of cum shoot out of me. I was so unprepared for it that I shouted his name. Because my ass muscles clamped so hard down on him, he suddenly jammed his cock in me, climaxing too. We quivered, shook, moaned, and kissed. Then lay panting. "Good," he commented. "Now we can take our time and really enjoy ourselves," he observed as he rose on his knees, pulling out of me. He moved back a bit and fell on all fours, walking forward over me. He stared at me, then leaned down and started taking long swipes with his tongue up my pecs, up my throat, up my face to my lips, leading to a passionate kiss. A friend some years ago was excitedly describing to me a picture he'd seen of a lion crouched over a man, fucking him. The man lay face down, his arms a bit to his sides. The lion's back legs were outside the man's legs, with the lion's penis obviously inserted into the man. The lion's front paws were under the man's arms, while the lion licked the nape of the man's neck. Pondering the image later, I imagined that lion would lick the man in Ron's fashion - long, wet, merciless swipes with that big, raspy tongue. That's what Ron was doing with his tongue. Words can never do justice to the feelings he was creating in me. Trembling seized my limbs and was constant. Ron reared back, again placing his cock, which had not softened, at my entrance, piercing me smoothly. He alternated long dick slides with short pumps, running his big paws all over me, stroking and squeezing muscle bundles. He'd already located my prostate, which was his target every now and again. Not to be outdone, I clamped my ass muscles down on his cock, moving my ass around in counterpoint to his plunges. He had grabbed my cock and was half stroking, half squeezing it. I knew he was losing the battle too, for he was pumping harder and faster, sweat stood out on his brow, and his breath was coming hard. The same was happening to me. We started kissing hotly, nibbling every chance we got. I was whimpering. Our sweaty bodies testified to the heat we were generating. He was trembling now too. "Now, Evan," he gasped. "Join me, my love." I didn't know whether my orgasm was moving up from my ass or something else was happening, for my ass muscles suddenly clamped down on him, making him wince, but not in pain, I knew. My prostate spasmed, flinging cum out of me. He suddenly jammed himself deep in me with a shout of my name, and I again felt warmth growing at my center. He leaned down and we started another hot kiss while he slowly lowered himself down onto me. I was gloriously mashed; I loved it. After a long while, his cock slid out of my ass, and he rolled off me onto his back beside me. We lay there catching our breath, occasionally kissing, caressing each other. As he nuzzled me, he spoke softly: "You're mine now. I've claimed you." "Thoroughly," I replied. I placed my hands on either side of the big handsome head, making him look in my eyes. "And I claimed you. You're mine now too." He smiled in agreement. "It was worth the wait." Our afterglow was disturbed by the sound of a key in the lock on the front door. I began to bolt, at the same time reaching for my clothes. "No," he said authoritatively, pulling me back against him. As the front door started to swing open, he spooned me with the two of us facing the front door where we would be the first sight upon which curious eyes would alight. (To be continued.)

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Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2001 16:53:24 -0800 (PST) From: Evan Bradley <EBradley33@excite.com> Subject: Chapter 24 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EBradley33@Excite.com Chapter 24 Debriefings and Decampings I was sitting in the family room Sunday evening checking out the weather forecast on TV when I heard the front door open. Had to be Jeremy returning from his Thanksgiving weekend with Kenny and his parents. He walked down the hall to his bedroom. As he set the suitcase and garment bag he had borrowed ('Hey, gift idea,' I thought) in his bedroom, Jeremy spotted me in the family room. "Evan, I'm ba-a-a-a-a-ck!" "Where's Kenny?" I asked. "We thought it better that he didn't come back with me. Maybe a little restraint was in order. And I think, after all our time together, his parents wanted to talk to him about us after I left. You know - debriefing." "So how did it go with Jeremy's parents?" "I think it's going to be okay. We all enjoyed being together. Visited. Played cards. Watched a couple of movies together. And we talked a lot. Nothing tense. Just a little stiff at first. I think they are going to be okay with Jeremy and me as a couple and with our going to State U together. But they haven't said yes or no. Kenny's parents love him a lot. It made me feel good to be around parents like that; I realize what I've missed for most of my years. I'm happy for him. And Kenny's proud of his parents, considering the issue we threw in their laps. Made me happy for him but sad that my folks couldn't get in the parent groove." "Jeremy, I want to encourage you to take on one of life's most difficult challenges - moving beyond the deprivations that have occurred in your life - in this instance, having parents in name only. I myself am largely a failure in rising above a couple of things I never had that were my due. But I have faith in you, in your strength, which is considerable. If you discover somewhere down the road that you can't rise above never receiving what your parents owed you, don't beat yourself up. Most of us never can forget, never can convince ourselves, that we can still be whole in the face of missing important elements in our early lives." I paused. He merely gazed into my eyes. "Maybe one has to travel farther down the road of life before that wisdom has any meaning," that inner voice observed. "So you enjoyed yourself?" "Yes. . . . I had to be on my best behavior. I knew all the time that I was being observed, studied, judged. It's a little hard to relax when all that's going on. But I knew it was necessary. I think when all of us can get past this initial stuff, we'll relax more." I had arisen while he was talking and moved over to him. He looked so handsome standing there, towering over me. All of a sudden I flew off my crutches onto him. He staggered, yelped, and tumbled to the carpet with me on top of him. He lay there laughing. It was a most erotic feeling, the muscles in his flat stomach shaking in laughter under mine, our cocks rubbing together due to the same motion. "Evan! What's with your jumping me lately when you want to have a serious talk? You don't have to ambush me like this to get my attention." He immediately colored. "Okay . . . that's what I did to you at the stairs at school, but I expect you to be a bigger person." "I can't help it. It's an overabundance of emotion for you." I leaned down and kissed him. "Thank you for arranging for Susan to come over with a Thanksgiving dinner AND dining with me just so I wouldn't be alone. We had a great visit!" I just stared into those eyes. "You amaze and delight me. I'm so fortunate to have you as my student, my friend, my roommate." He quickly rolled over, his body pressing down erotically on mine, his long arms holding my hands above my head. "Not your son?" We stared into each other's eyes. I could feel his cock growing hard. Mine responded. "However you wish it; whatever makes you comfortable." He looked into my soul for a bit. "Evan, I'm the lucky one. I have a beautiful, talented, sexy little lover. I also have a wonderful friend who has saved me many times, including giving me refuge when I was homeless." "Oh, I guess that means I'm not sexy," I exclaimed as though I were offended. He laughed, jiggling his belly on mine. Then he wriggled his hips, making our dicks go harder. "Could I bone up so quickly and so hard if you weren't sexy?" he asked. He looked up around the room. "I live in a wonderful home that I love. I have a new car. I have other wonderful friends when I thought I had none. . . . I look good enough that I notice people staring at me. . . . People listen to me as though what I say is worthy of attention. . . . I'm finally in a position where people trust me enough to allow me to help them. Thank you for all you've done for me, but mostly for loving me. I know you do, Evan. You love me. And just so you know - because you won't ask me, I missed you a lot. Kenny's parents' love for him reminded me of the way you feel about me, so I was thinking of you constantly." Here he leaned down and kissed me with considerable heat. When he broke away, I started breathing again. "Wow! What was that for?" "Kenny and I have had hardly any sex the entire vacation," he wailed. "Ah-oh. Why?" "Kenny slept in his room, and I slept in the guest room. It was the way his parents wanted it, I guess, until they get used to us. We certainly weren't going to push the issue of our sleeping together. I think by Friday night they could have changed their minds, but the sleeping arrangements had been set. Would have been awkward to change at that point. One night, when we made an emergency run to the grocery store for a few things Mrs. Walters needed for her wonderful chili, we pulled into an alley and gave each other a quick blowjob. All it did was make us hot for more." "Sounds frustrating." "It was, but we played along with it because too much is riding on the Walters' coming to terms with us. We can do without now in order to have an open relationship later." He leaned down and laid another hot kiss on me. "But I have to tell you that I'm horny as hell. Care to help a friend out?" "How could I? I'm not sexy," I replied in a pout. Jeremy leaned down and began licking my face, ears, my neck. A moan escaped my lips. He snickered. My eyebrows arched. "Think you have me, huh? Listen, bub, I'm not easy." "You're panting," he replied, mischievously. "That's because this big lug is lying on top of me, cutting off my air." "Bull," he retorted, his eyes glittering with lust. "What have you got in mind? No wait - what about Kenny?" "As I was leaving, he whispered 'Nail Evan' in my ear and then grinned that beautiful way he does. So now I'm going to fulfill his command." "Why do I feel like a substitute?" I asked, grinning back. "No, Evan. You aren't a substitute. I love you. I'm MAKING love to you. I want to give you as much pleasure as I take from you, Daddy." My eyebrows arched in surprise, for he meant it; he wasn't being flip. "I didn't have an opportunity to choose my first dad. That's what makes our relationship so special, Evan. I chose you." He hugged me tightly, then lifted his head, looked into my eyes, then leaned down and kissed me hard. We broke from the kiss: "I don't want to spoil the moment, but I need to say something that you must consider." "Shoot," he said, adopting one of my favorite expressions. "Your father apparently didn't know enough or wasn't secure enough to see the possibilities that existed for you and him. However, he could act only on what he could see. . . . You've got it, Jeremy. You're a total man. We just have to believe, had your dad been capable of recognizing all that is wonderful about you, that he would have developed a better relationship. What I hope you will understand is that his inability to perceive your marvelous qualities does not mean that they don't exist. "Kenny loves you. After Robert rejected him, you saved him. Troy and Susan both love you - not like - LOVE you! Those friends who came to your party weren't here just to fill in an evening. They were here because they care for you. Like Troy, you have emerged as a leader. And there's something of the healer about you; Cody's already told me how you are attentive to someone in your group who's down or having some kind of difficulty. "Finally, yes, I love you. I do, Jeremy - in so many ways. My life is better and richer for your being in it." I leaned up and kissed him back hard. When we broke the kiss, he rolled off of me, knelt, slid his arms under me, picked me up and carried me to his bed, where he stopped. "Pull the bedspread and sheets back." I did as directed. He dropped me on the bed. "Strip," he ordered. I pulled my clothes off while I watched him do the same. When Jeremy removed his jockeys, his musk immediately assaulted my olfactory senses. It wasn't unpleasant. Talk about putting a bone in a guy's dick! When I had been around him on the two previous occasions when he had made love to me and when he and Kenny had slept with me after Tim dumped me, his scent hadn't been this strong. I knew that on this occasion it was due to his frustrated sexual attraction to Kenny over the weekend. I loved it. It was so strong it shortened my breath and made my heart speed up. He stood looking down on me, smiling. He was gently pulling on his cock. It wasn't necessary, for it looked like a seven-inch steel pipe. His balls weren't hanging as low as I'd seen before, which told me that it wouldn't take much for him to explode. That wouldn't do. He walked over and climbed onto the bed. When he was precariously balanced with both hands and one knee on the mattress, I grabbed him around the waist, rolling him over me onto his back. He looked a little wild-eyed. I held him down with a hand in the center of his chest, scooted down a little, and started polishing the cute flared knob topping his tube with my tongue. A surprised "Oh" puffed out of his mouth. His cock was hard, but the flesh felt smooth on my tongue. He had already emitted precum. I made certain to "rasp" the head with the rough part of my tongue, eliciting another moan from him. I pulled off a second to swish my thumb in the saliva in my mouth. When I went back to the knob of his cock, I moved my thumb into his crack, running it around his pucker. Every little bit, I bent my thumb so that the top began to move into this interior (he'd never expressed an interest in being penetrated). Still, that maneuver brought an exclamation - of delight, I knew. I moved down on his dick, then back up. When I reached the top, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue fast down the bottom side of his cock. When I reached his balls, I gave them about half a dozen vigorous swipes with my tongue, moving them in their tightening sack, then back up to the cap. He was moaning continually now, pushing his cock into my mouth. My thumb continued its ministrations to his pucker. Wow! It was quivering, trembling. I watched as his ass began to arch slowly off the mattress. He shouted as I felt cum shoot back in my throat. Every time he shot, his ass arched off the bed, and he made soft exclamations. His ass must have arched eight times. Gradually, he stopped shooting, so I pulled off and ran my tongue down his cock, which hadn't softened a bit. He reached down with both hands, unceremoniously pulling my head up to his face. I had to scramble to keep him from pulling my head off my neck. His eyes were closed, but he planted a perfect kiss on my lips. When we broke the kiss, he panted, "That was hot. I haven't shot that hard in a long time. But I was hoping to make it last, Cum Bandit." The ornery side of me grinned: "Haven't you ever heard that it isn't over until the fat lady sings." I grabbed his hard cock, squeezing it. "Oh, look - she's still fat as ever, still on center stage - sassy too. I think she'll be ready to belt one out again soon." We both giggled. "Let's give the old girl a smoke break," Jeremy sighed. "Come here and let me hold you." He scooped me into his arms, pushing my head down on his chest. His skin was smooth and warm. I felt protected and valued. A cat wouldn't have purred louder. After five minutes, he began caressing my ass cheeks - light, feathery brushings of the very tips of his fingers over the flesh and just into the crack. My hand moved to his cock, which hadn't softened in the least. I replicated his feathery caresses up one side and down the other of his tube, then around the head, then down to his balls. A little more handling was required to move under his balls, but I managed. He whispered, "We can't hurt Kenny's feelings by ignoring him. I have to nail you to stay true to my Lover's commands." I grinned. He spent ten minutes kissing my grin away. With one swipe of his paw the pillows flew off the bed. He grabbed one off the floor, lifting my ass and placing it under me. Then he dived onto my cock, replicating all the movements I'd made on his. He slathered my balls with his spit, biting the scrotal skin and pulling it away from my body. What a wonderful assault! It reminded me of how a lion might play with its prey. Then he licked up and down my perineum, occasionally taking little nips at my choad. Finally, he reached his goal, licking and biting my ass lips. I couldn't help it - I was writhing. His head rose up to check me out, spit shining his lips and around his mouth. "Evan, your man smell is driving me crazy!" When he dove back down again, slicking two of his fingers with spit and driving them into me without any preliminary softening of muscles at the opening. While his fingers plunged in, he continued licking my pucker. He was in charge, in command. His fingers were pounding into me, but he'd pull them out until only the tips were inside. Then they'd do a little dance just inside the lips of my hole. Lust gleamed in his eyes, sort of a wild smile quirking across his face, constantly changing his lips and mouth. Then he'd cap my cock, sucking hard on just the top few of my seven inches. Finally, he arose, his shoulders flung back, his lats flared, his pecs full, his eyes gleaming, his knees wide apart, his steely cock thrust out, his balls slightly swaying in their sack. It was the posture I often fantasized Keanu Reeves adopted before conquering me (well, everyone can dream, right?). He reached over into the nightstand, extracting the lube. He popped the top, squeezed out a dollop in his hand, and swiped it up and down his dick. He used the flat of his hand to wipe the residue around and on my hole. He flung the tube aside. He grabbed the base of his cock, aiming it at my hole as he fell on me. "Oh-h-h-h!" I exclaimed and his cocked ripped into me, creating a most pleasant burn as it shot into my depths. "Payback time," he grinned evilly. Then he started pounding his cock into me. He moved up to plant a hot, hard, demanding kiss on my lips. I threw my arms and legs around him, cleaving to him tightly. We were both moaning into our kiss. He drew back. "This is for the male who fills my fantasies with his little body; his long cock and hairy balls; his cute, hairy ass; his hairy, muscular legs. I've got him. He's in my control." I began pushing up to meet his thrusts, squeezing my ass muscles tight on his cock as I pulled back. His eyes widened. A contest! He swiped his hand around his cock and my ass and spread the excess lube on my cock and his stomach. Then he flattened himself on me so that his stomach was masturbating my dick. Without any conscious thought, my ass arched up, tightening my cock against his stomach. "Oh man! Hot! Hot! Hot!" he exclaimed. Sweat had formed on our foreheads and upper lips. We were staring into each other's eyes. I was being propelled to an orgasm. My cock was expanding as was his. We were huffing like long-distance runners. Time didn't even exist. Just sensation. Just us. Just the mega-link between us. He squeezed his eyes shut, a loud "Unh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," escaping him. "Jeremy," I gasped. "Evan," he replied breathily. We shot together. We must have continued pumping for a minutes, gradually slowing. Though he was on top of me, his weight suddenly collapsed onto me. It was wonderful. I held him tightly. He smeared a messy kiss across my lips, his longer hair tickling my forehead. We lay exhausted for 15 minutes. I never wanted it to end. Oddly, his cock was still hard in me. It hadn't softened at all. It must have been such a powerful orgasm that it would require a little time for it to come down. Then he raised his head, staring into my eyes. There was that mischievous gleam again. How could he manage that after the way we used all our circuits? "This is for Daddy," he leered. I blurted out, "You can't mean it. After all that you want more? You have more?" His smile softened. "For the man who believes completely in me, who saved me, who protects me from life's nasty surprises, who loves me, guides me, gives me hope? I love you, Dad. I want to love you. I want you to love me. I want us to join completely the way only two men can." I started to speak, but he gently placed his hand over my mouth, anticipating my thoughts. "Kenny and I have talked about it. You not only become the father I choose, but you become Kenny's father-in-law, another dad for him. About the third time he and I fucked, after we knew we were in love with each other, we talked about this - right here in this bed. He told me about his fucking you and your fucking him. It made us so hot that we had to get off again, the first time we'd had a multiple fuck. Kenny loves you too, Evan, every bit as much as I do. I can tell you right now that he and I are going to ambush you some day. Dad and his sons who chose him! Hot! I'll have to guard against telling Troy or he'll be here with Cody horning in. Get it? 'Horning in.'" We both laughed, which caused his cock to begin little thrusting movements. Before I realized it, he pulled out, rolled me over, and pushed his cock into me. He kept moving his head around and turning mine so that he could kiss me, showing me his love. I returned everything in like degree. It was slow, easy, mellow. No words. Just reading each other's eyes, kissing, making love. I knew we were approaching another orgasm, for our breaths shortened and our ardor increased. But we didn't speed up. Just kept it slow and easy. Finally, we couldn't help it. Our bodies were trembling, warning of a major cataclysm. I felt it first in my hands and feet, but it moved slowly to the center of me, making my ass rise and push back into Jeremy. I moaned, "Oh Son." He whispered, "Dad." Then we jammed into each other, our joint orgasm lifting us like a giant ocean swell. As he climaxed, his hands began stroking whatever part of my body was there. Though awkward given our positions, I did the same to his body. We must have immediately fallen asleep, for I didn't awaken until the next morning. We hadn't shifted our positions even one degree. He was still lying on my back, clasping me to him. The smells of our love making still hung about us, turning me on. I couldn't believe it. My cock was hardening. So was Jeremy's - still inside me. He began thrusting. I reached over his ass and down to caress his balls. "Come on, Son. Pump another load into Dad. Help him get started on a new day." I heard a small laugh as he followed orders. We were hot and horny again. After only about five minutes we shared another orgasm. He snickered. "Am I a love god or what?" I chuckled. "No argument here." * * * Jeremy bopped off to school ahead of me. I knew he was anxious to hear about Kenny's debriefing with his parents, and I was certain Kenny wanted all the details about how Jeremy had nailed me. When I arrived at school, instead of going upstairs first, I had to stop by the main office to drop off a memo. As I stood waiting for a secretary to finish helping a student, I looked out the glass doors into the main foyer of the school. Troy, Cody, Jeremy, and Kenny were huddled, talking animatedly, occasionally looking at me. Lots of grinning, shaking of heads as though in disbelief, clapping Jeremy on the back. 'Oh, Kenny and Jeremy have told them about what they accomplished with Kenny's parents over the weekend,' I thought. As I stood waiting, I scanned the students streaming into the building. It was Monday of the week before Christmas. Clearly, spirits were heightened in anticipation of the holiday and vacation. I gave my memo to the secretary with an explanation and left the office for my classroom. I couldn't make it up the stairs as fast on my crutches as students, but they gave me a wide berth, using the occasion to say hello. It reminded me of how younger students liked to greet teachers and be greeted in return as though we were familiars. But upper-class students were just as ready to greet me. 'It's because of all the popular kids in my classes,' I thought. Some students were already in their desks awaiting the start of classes when I arrived. I doffed my coat, pulled out my grade book and calendar, and started preparing for class. Just before the bell rang, a glut of students, anticipating the event, charged into the room. I was waiting for them to take their seats so that I could take roll. The bell rang. I started roll. As I looked up, I saw Troy grinning broadly. I wondered what was up with that. He looked at Jeremy, who was grinning back just as broadly. Kenny's shoulders were shaking with giggles. I looked at Susan, who ducked her head but not before I saw that she was sharing in some joke with all of them. This round of behavior was repeated as I continued taking roll. Startling everyone, Troy burst out with one of his belly laughs, making Kenny giggle out loud. Jeremy joined Troy in laughter, and Susan's shoulders were shaking that way they do when she's trying to hide her laughter. I studied each one in turn, my mouth caught in a puzzled, half grin. Several students were caught up by the hilarity, for they started giggling and laughing too. My head cocked to the side as I tried to fathom what had set them all off. I wasn't going to be caught again checking to see if my zipper was down. I was looking at Troy, who shot a look at Jeremy. I hadn't studied their demeanor anytime at all before my eyes widened. Jeremy told them about our sex romp! I turned Christmas red. Troy lost it, knowing that I had figured out who was the butt and cause of this laugh fest. Now the entire class was laughing. Even I had my hand over my mouth to disguise my smile. But I broke over and started laughing with them. Their laughter increased in volume when they saw that I had joined them. Although the rest of the students didn't know the cause, they were laughing right along with us, proving how infectious laughter can be - all but LaRonda that is. She was studying us all, frowning. Finally, many in the room focused on her. She blurted out, "There are people in this room who have information I don't possess!" Now the room burst into a roar of laughter, for the rest of the students had something to identify as the cause of their mirth. I saw Kathleen smiling as she peeked around the doorframe to gently pull my door shut. I gave her a high sign of thanks for closing the door. I noticed that even LaRonda had given up being in high dudgeon and was laughing with us. I had to face the board because I was laughing so hard. Gradually, we quieted so that I could set them to work in groups preparing for an essay that was due soon. They were moving toward a research paper in the second semester, so we were studying how to use evidence in an essay. During group work, a student worker came into my classroom to hand me a note. It bore Jeremy's name. I called him to my desk, holding the note out to him. He walked to the front of the room for it, returned to his group, opened it, and read the message impassively. Both Kenny and I were studying Jeremy, trying to read his reaction. So were all the gang - Susan and Troy, Tony and Angela, Jarod, LaRonda and LeKeisha, Rosalie, Beth and Paul, Greg - everyone in the entire class actually, for Jeremy had become a popular leader. It made me feel good that that many people cared about him. A far cry from his erroneous perception early in the year that people looked down on him as an inferior. We continued working until the end of the period, but I noticed that Jeremy was subdued. In fact, he'd stopped participating in his group at all. I had chosen him as the group's anchor, for his leadership abilities and concern for others made him a natural for such a position. Thus, this behavior was most unlike him. My brow furrowed, wondering what was in that note. I meant to check with Jeremy after class to see if all was well, but he disappeared like a puff of smoke. Again, that behavior wasn't customary. He usually waited for Kenny, and those two frequently sauntered along with Troy and Susan, true buddies, glad of each other's company. An ominous turn of events! Jeremy would never receive a note from another teacher or the head office summoning him to a meeting for some kind of infraction. Work maybe? But why would they call him at school, and why would it prompt such behavior on his part? He didn't even wait for Kenny! At lunch, Kenny came to my classroom. His brow was wrinkled, his worry obvious. "Evan, do you know where Jeremy is?" "No, I was hoping you knew." "I haven't seen him since after first hour. He shot out of here before I could catch him. I'm worried. I've looked for him all over the school; he's not here." The more information Kenny imparted, the faster he spoke, his panic becoming apparent. All of a sudden it hit me. I stood, grabbing my crutches. "Kenny, come here." I held my arms open. He walked rapidly into them. I hugged him tightly, speaking softly into his ear. "This situation isn't like the one with Robert, Kenny. You're not losing Jeremy. He hasn't run away from you." Kenny hugged me tighter. "I can't help it, Evan. Why am I so afraid?" I could tell that he was on the verge of tears. "Because this situation feels like the one with Robert, those old feelings crowd to the front, pushing out thought. You're operating entirely on raw emotion. It's understandable, Kenny. However, Jeremy wouldn't want you to be fearful about anything. Don't worry," I consoled. "We'll see what we can find out. Come on." He followed me down the short hall to the longer hall, to the stairs, down those to the foyer. I was looking for Kate Williams. Since Jeremy's party, she'd taken to working the halls during lunch to visit with students. It was paying off for everyone. I overheard more students speaking positively about Kate and about the school. There was growing pride in the school and themselves. I spotted her with a group of freshmen, chatting and joking away. When I caught her eye, she walked over to Kenny and me. After we exchanged greetings - Kenny's worried demeanor was not lost on her, I began, "Kate, Jeremy received a note during my first-hour class this morning. He bolted out of the room after the class ended, but we haven't seen him about. Is there any information you could give us?" Troy, Susan, and Cody stopped as they were walking by, joining us because they deduced that we were talking about Jeremy. Troy threw an arm over Kenny's shoulder, causing Kenny to look up at him with grateful eyes. Tony and Angela soon joined us. Looking at their concerned faces, Kate imparted what she knew: "I know only that his mother called the office early this morning with a request to pass some information on to Jeremy. I can see by your faces that you are worried. I know Jeremy well enough that he'd want you to know. "Jeremy's father has run off, leaving Jeremy's mother alone. I think she's worried about surviving. She wanted to talk to Jeremy. After your class, Evan, he came to my office seeking permission to go talk to his mother. Since the situation fell under our Family Emergency Policy, I gave him permission to go. I guess the office is a little slow in getting the notices to teachers. . . . Oh no, since Jeremy had completed your class, Evan, you wouldn't receive that notice. Only the teachers in whose classes Jeremy had yet to appear would receive notification. I should have thought of that and sent you a notice anyway. I apologize." Kenny looked at me, at Kate, then at the others. He clearly was confused, at a loss for words, for he wasn't certain of the implications of this unexpected turn of events. Feeling the need to diminish his fear, I suggested, "Kenny, after classes, why don't you come over and wait for Jeremy to come home. That's probably where you'll be most likely to run into him first. I doubt you'll have to wait long before he'll arrive there." Kenny looked a little relieved, telling me that he'd come to my classroom after his last class and follow me home. He thanked Kate and wandered away like a lost waif. Cody and Troy glanced at each other, sharing a telepathic message. Cody took off after Kenny, hailing him to wait up. When he reached Kenny he threw an arm over Kenny's shoulders, leaning down and talking softly in his ear. Kate and I looked at each other, both fully understanding how Kenny was feeling. Kate smiled at me. "Keep me posted, Evan. You know whom to call if I can be any help." I smiled back. "Oh, yeah, the Master Mover. I wouldn't pass up your abilities." She laughed and walked over to a group of students lounging next to one of the big planters in the foyer. Something in the account Kate had related didn't add up, but it went by so fast and I was so focused on Kenny that I had time only to note a discrepancy, not what it was. Oh well, my subconscious would work it out. * * * Kenny followed me home, parked at the curb, and moped up the walk to the door where I was waiting for him. "Hey, Kenny, why so glum?" "I don't want Jeremy to be feeling bad. But I know Jeremy realized that his dad didn't just run away from his wife; he ran away from Jeremy too. Jeremy may be down because he may never see his dad again. And I'm afraid this is going to change our relationship." "Well, I don't think it will. Why would it? Perhaps one way to look at it is to consider that, with his dad gone from his life, Jeremy may need you even more." Kenny studied me. It was wonderful to see the dawning of a smile on his face. We entered the living room. "Help yourself to whatever you want in the refrigerator, Kenny. I'm going to drop this stuff off." When I had moved from the study, where I left my attache and headed to the bedroom, I heard a knock on the door. I crutched into the living room, opening the door. There stood Troy and Susan and Cody. "Hey, guys, come in. What's up?" "Evan," Troy began, "do you mind if we wait here for Jeremy. We're worried about him too. We thought we'd be here if he needed us in some way." "Of course I don't mind. It always feels to me that you all belong here," I explained, smiling. "I think Jeremy will be gratified to find his friends circling around him. Kenny's in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator. Why don't you join him? Get whatever you want." Because they had congregated so often in the sunroom, Kenny, Troy, Susan, and Cody returned there. I was just ready to head to the kitchen for something to drink when I heard a knock at the front door. 'Hm-m-m-m, do I see a pattern forming here?' I thought. Upon opening the door, there were LaRonda and Clifton with Tony and Angela. "Don't tell me," I said, smiling. "You guys are here to await Jeremy's return." They laughed, affirming the purpose of their visit. "Join the crew in the sunroom, but go to the kitchen if you want a drink or anything." Clifton came over and hugged me, leaving LaRonda beaming. Clearly, he was feeling closer to this group, feeling that he belonged even though we didn't see him that often. I hugged his hunky body, not thinking the purest of thoughts. Good thing LaRonda didn't know. LaRonda and Angela moved out to the kitchen after checking what their men wanted. I walked to the sunroom door. "You all may be here a while, so you can put your coats on my bed if you like." Cody and Kenny began collecting coats and ferried them to my bed. Another summons to the door revealed Jarod and Valerie. After greeting them and pointing them to the group, Valerie and I spent a minute visiting since our paths didn't cross that much. I was delighted with the opportunity, for her positive disposition and tranquil, classy demeanor always left me feeling good. As we moved to the sunroom, I could see that healthy chatting had already sprung up. In fact, one would have had to raise his voice if he intended to make an announcement. We had visited for perhaps half an hour. I noticed that Kenny kept checking his wristwatch. Suddenly, the front door opened and Jeremy walked into the living room. In my peripheral field I saw a flash. Next thing I knew Kenny was throwing himself into Jeremy's arms so hard that I heard a soft "Oooomph" escape from Jeremy. Poor Jeremy. I wouldn't blame him if he decided he had become a blocking dummy. It was just a measure of the love and loyalty he evoked from others. Kenny's arms were clasped tightly around Jeremy, and Jeremy returned the hug. Kenny looked up into Jeremy's face. Jeremy bent down to exchange a long, warm kiss. When they broke, they stood for a few moments, just looking into each other's eyes, reading their own secret language there. I could tell that Kenny no longer felt any threat of losing Jeremy. He was still the object of Jeremy's love. Finally, Jeremy looked up at us in the sunroom. Was it the situation that made him look so handsome? The chatter had ceased while all watched Jeremy reassure Kenny. I was pleased to see that the group was smiling at the two lovers. "What meeting did I miss?" Jeremy asked, returning the smiles. The women arose and moved quickly to Jeremy, all hugging him and he them. Jarod arose and walked to Jeremy. "Hey man, quit groping my woman. Let me grope you." To my astonishment, uptight, straight Jarod gave Jeremy a bear hug, and Jeremy snickered in Jarod's ear. I knew Jarod's joking was just cover for an excess of emotion for Jeremy. It was also indicative of Jarod's realization that he belonged in this group. I was proud of him for acting on his friendly impulse instead of being suspicious of it. I'd have to find an occasion to endorse his trusting himself and his feelings at a higher level than I'd ever observed. I caught Troy's eye; he had perceived exactly the same dynamics in Jarod. The other men moved over to Jeremy. Clifton hugged Jeremy, as did Cody and Troy, but the latter planted a kiss on Jeremy's cheek. Their eyes locked, a message shooting between them. 'What a day for telepathy,' I mused. 'Why today?' Immediately the answer hit me. We had all become so attuned to each other, our feelings were so congruent, and we were so focused on Jeremy and Kenny that little was required in the way of communication. I kept to my seat so that the friends could have their turn reconnecting with Jeremy. Kenny scooted off to the kitchen for a Coke for Jeremy. Jeremy found a space on the floor on the other side of the room. When he'd had a swig of the Coke Kenny had handed him (Kenny had plopped down snug up against Jeremy, who draped an arm across Kenny's shoulders, while Kenny looked up at him worshipfully), Jeremy looked around the group. "My dad's run away," he said laughing but blushing too. "My folks are pick-up people. He took our pick-up, kept this month's paycheck, and cleaned out the bank account except for the $100 he left for my mom and the old car she uses to drive to work. He didn't leave a note or anything. I think he's probably going back to Wyoming, where we came from, probably to work on a ranch. He was never happy living and working in a city. He's a country boy," he smiled wanly. His eyes filled with tears. "I guess he was probably desperately unhappy. He was a man who always preached duty and responsibility - at least as far as he understood those virtues. Some fierce need drove him to violate them, I guess. It was certainly stronger than any feeling he had for Mom or me." Jeremy had another swallow of Coke, then looked down at the carpet. "My mom's a traditional country woman; she thinks she has to have a man looking after her. She's not very capable of navigating on her own. When Dad didn't come home from work last night, she worried. But when she awakened this morning and he wasn't there, she panicked. She drove over to the construction site where he worked. She found out that he had collected his last check and then quit, leaving no forwarding address. When she returned home, she discovered that he'd been there to collect his clothes and belongings while she was gone. He must have been watching, waiting for her to leave. "To say she was stressed would be to put it mildly. So she turned to the next man in her life, her son, whom they had kicked out. Well, to be accurate, my dad kicked me out, but she didn't utter a word, didn't come to my defense even when he beat me and told me to get my stuff and get out." His bitterness was apparent in the stress that he put on the work "out" and the sharp sound he made when he enunciated the "t." Kenny put his arm around Jeremy's waist. I felt that dissonance that occurred when Kate first told us about Jeremy's father. Again, I couldn't put my finger on its cause. Jeremy looked down at Kenny, kissed his cheek, and then arose. Before Jeremy explained any more, he came over to my chair, knelt down, put his head in my lap and dug his arms behind me to hug me. Since a hug from me was impossible, given Jeremy's flat posture, I rubbed my hand gently up and down his back. His shoulders began shaking. He was crying! I looked up at the group in surprise. They were caught off guard as much as I. Leaning down, I kissed him on the head. Kenny came over, knelt down by Jeremy, throwing his arm across Jeremy's shoulders. The group watched somberly. LaRonda and Angela were dabbing at tears in their eyes. Eventually, Jeremy raised his head, his eyes filled with tears. "She wants me to come back to her place to live, Evan. I'm so sorry, but I have to do it. She's frightened she won't make it. Where her family comes from, one of the great fears is that bad luck will force people to go live "on the poor farm." I hate running out on you again, Evan. I hate leaving here. I love this home. I've been so happy here. So much good has happened for me here. But I have to go back to Mom's place. If I don't, I'm no better than Dad. She's worried, I know, now that Dad's taken off. She's afraid she won't make it." He gulped. "Maybe, with Dad gone, we'll have a chance to develop a relationship." "Jeremy, you're a decent person. Helping your mother is a filial obligation. You have to do this. Among life's most unpleasant burdens is a huge regret looming over one's existence. I don't want that to happen to you, but it would be your fate if your ignored your mother's plight. You'd wonder the rest of your life if circumstances could have been better for the both of you if you had just cooperated. . . .When are you leaving?" "I'll move into her place tomorrow since I don't have to work. I'll leave my car here." I stared at him blankly. "Why would you do that?" "Well, I'm not living here anymore. You paid for it. I should leave it here." I glanced quickly at the group, not certain if Jeremy was aware of the private information he was divulging. My face betrayed my concern, so Jeremy reassured me: "It's okay, Evan. They know. I told them." I looked up at the group. They were smiling. Ever sensitive to the need to lighten a moment, Tony popped off, "Evan, I want a different color when you buy me my car." I heard snickering. I shot Tony a grin. I smiled down on Jeremy. "Listen, Turkey, whose name is on the title?" He grinned. "Oh yeah, mine." "You own that car! I think it's against law to abandon a new car as you suggested. I'll continue to pay the insurance and taxes - the tax bill will come to this address. Have I your permission to open it and pay it." He grinned mischievously. "Well, I don't know: I value my privacy. The thought of someone's opening my mail - even it if is a tax bill - makes my flesh crawl." Relieved laughter poured out of the group. "One more thing. You'll be moving back to your mother's house. But your name is still on that room down the hall. You can leave whatever you wish there. It will always be there for you if you need it. This is still your home. You need a harbor? You come here. Keep the key. Use it when necessary." His eyes were full of tears again. "Thank you, Evan," he whispered. "If you lose your key, we all still have ours," Tony observed. I looked up in surprise, studying the group. "How many people in this room do NOT have keys to my house?" I asked with vinegar. Valerie, Clifton, and Cody held up their hands. "How did you all get keys to my house?" "We got them when we were assigned to Halsey's Posse before you came home from the hospital. We were afraid there might be a time you couldn't get to the door or would be sleeping when our assigned babysitting time arrived, so I had keys made for everyone," Tony explained, grinning in delight. "Yeah," Jarod said, "we've been hanging extras in public restrooms all over the city, especially truck stops. And we leave your phone number on a card with the key." My eyebrows shot up. The group roared. I decided I wouldn't pursue that line about truck stops or Jarod's reason for uttering it. I looked at the group. "I think I feel a pizza moment coming on. Maybe someone will help me figure out an order. We'll have it delivered." And we did. Actually, it was a stroke of coincidental fortune, for it kept Jeremy's last night at home from being funereal. After the group departed, Jeremy was in his room deciding what to take to his mother's. Kenny was helping. "If I may make a suggestion," I interrupted, "maybe you want to think about leaving some of your things here. You don't know how this arrangement will turn out. I don't know how much space you have in your bedroom at your mother's. And it may comfort you to still feel connected here. Then you'll feel okay about coming here to use the computer, to study, to meet Kenny" - my eyes gleamed wickedly on that last remark and I waved my eyebrows. They looked at each other. "You wouldn't mind if we met here to know each other carnally?" Jeremy asked archly. "It's your room, Jeremy," I said. "What you do here is your business." So Jeremy packed a week's worth of his clothes and a few other belongings. Kenny helped him load them in Jeremy's car. Then he said a heated good-bye, promising to see Jeremy in class the next day. Since we had school the next day and events had left us a little drained, Jeremy and I retired shortly thereafter. It was only when I had finally reached my bed, after I had tried to sort through all of the possible permutations the future held for Jeremy and his mother, that it hit me. 'You'll be alone at Christmas.' Over the next 15 minutes, the idea sank in. 'I am not going through that Thanksgiving angst again,' I told myself. "Then decide to handle the situation differently," I heard that inner voice counsel. I thought about visiting one of my brothers. Brad, a bachelor, had called recently to regale me with his sexual exploits. I guess that's what he thought big brothers were for. Only trouble was he was never interested in what I was doing. For Christmas, he was going skiing in Switzerland with one of his bunnies. I hadn't talked to Ted. If Ted called one of us, he was warm, frequently chiding us for not calling. But if one of us called him, he was cold, leaving us feeling that we were pulling him away from an important ballgame on TV. Weary of it, I had quit phoning him. Besides, I knew he and his family would be visiting Beverly's parents in Idaho. That left Tim, but his wife, Rachel insisted on spending their holidays with her family. She - and her family, the Lawtons - had never hidden their belief that the Halsey's weren't quite up to the Lawton mark. Poor Tim, he probably paid plenty for being a Halsey at such gatherings. I couldn't imagine why he didn't dread them. My father, who had remarried shortly after our mother's death, was caught up with his new wife. He'd taken up with her a couple of days after the funeral, indicating to me that they had been involved before my mother died. Our stepmother recognized only her family. Besides, my head started aching at the idea of spending any time at all in my father's company. So Evan was going to be homebound this Christmas. * * * The first Saturday after Jeremy had moved out, I was fighting off thoughts about being alone at Christmas. Each afternoon the rest of that week, I had managed to come home, eat, and bury myself in grading and other schoolwork until bedtime. That way, I insulated myself from Jeremy's absence and all the quiet. Still, I couldn't keep myself from stopping in his bedroom every evening to look around. Friday evening, I started getting the heebie-jeebies. It was too quiet. It wouldn't have seemed that way if I had known that Jeremy would come bursting through the door at some point. Of course, that wouldn't happen. I was thinking a lot about Jeremy. Why did I sense that his Christmas was going to be less than jolly? He hadn't looked at all happy the rest of this week. I watched him each day for signs of new joy, indicating that he and his mother had embarked on building a new relationship. No signs appeared. In class, Kenny clung to Jeremy. I knew it was a new pattern in their behavior together, but I didn't know if it was prompted by difficulty on Kenny's or Jeremy's part. On Thursday, Kenny had dropped the news that Jeremy had increased his work hours to make more money for home. I had a feeling that that explained Kenny's clinging to Jeremy, for the new work hours cut into their time together. I'll bet Jeremy was tired too. That night, I slept in Jeremy's bed. I hadn't changed the sheets yet from our hot sex Sunday night, so his scent was still present. It was comforting. "Notice how much animal there is in you Evan," the inner voice observed. I slept deeply! On Saturday, I found myself obsessing about Jeremy's future. The premonitions I had about how things were not going well for Jeremy increased. "Well, Evan, what can you do to put a little cheer in Jeremy's holiday?" that voice asked. 'Take him his presents,' came my reply. I'd gone into my bedroom and pulled out the gifts I'd purchased for Jeremy. I put tissue in the boxes, in which I carefully placed the gifts. I dug out the Christmas paper (not easy on crutches) and wrapped the gifts. During this process, I played out my scenarios of what was supposed to occur when Jeremy opened them here in my home on Christmas Day. "Evan," that voice warned, "you're just buying trouble." The voice was correct. I would only make myself miserable. So I shifted to imagining the look on Jeremy's face as he opened this or that box. I made out cards for the gifts, but the gift card on the box with the new sport coat read "From Santa." I placed them in a couple of shopping bags with handles, checked Jeremy's address on a city map, carried the bags out to the car, and started toward the neighborhood where Jeremy's mother lived. Delivering Jeremy's gifts may be the only Christmas event I do during the remainder of the season, I suddenly realized. I would skip holiday parties, open houses - all of those occasions like that. Too problematical, given the recent turn of events. The Saturday before Jeremy's father had absconded and Jeremy had moved out, Kenny, Troy, and Susan had come over to help put up the tree. They located all the boxes of Christmas decorations, bought a tree, put it up in the living room in front of the window facing the street, and decorated it. I'd put on some Christmas music. Susan and I threw together a batch of chocolate chip cookies, soft drinks and hot chocolate for the crew. They spent the entire afternoon there. It was wonderful. Cheer, food, carols, camaraderie, joking, humor, tales of Christmas gifts and celebrations in seasons past - it left us all with a warm glow, especially for what it said about us as a band of friends. My thoughts shifted to the present. Well, no way could I get lights up on the yews at the front of the house this year. I might send a few Christmas cards to old friends and acquaintances. We no longer exchanged gifts in my family. Jeremy's mother lived in an old part of the city. The street down which I drove, scanning the house numbers, was narrow, with parking on only one side. Even then, cars would have to be careful passing each other on the two-way street. The houses were old, small, red brick bungalows. It was not an area where fortune had smiled generously on the residents. But I suspected that even if Jeremy's parents could have afforded a better neighborhood, the low rent would still have brought them here. I knew Jeremy was at work, but I hoped that since it was Saturday, his mother would be home. I didn't want to embarrass Jeremy by taking the gifts to school. I didn't want him to have to lug them home. Besides, I wanted them to be a surprise. It would keep him from feeling obligated to spend any of his money on gifts for me, especially now that he was helping out with expenses at home. I finally spotted the house as my car was creeping down the street. It was quite small. One could tell that no energy was expended on any landscaping. The front lawn was more dirt than grass. There were no shrubs around the house. A family would have to be loving to tolerate being cooped up in such a little space. I immediately felt guilty, for I was obviously blessed with all the room I had in my home. Wait a minute! Why should I feel guilty? I'd sacrificed, worked, and studied my ass off to get where I was, so I wasn't going to do a number on myself on that count. It was one of the few points in my life about which I was proud. When one has dodged enough of life's spitballs, he learns to find out where his strengths and weaknesses lie. It's survival - pure and simple. I remembered that semester when I went two nights every week without sleep translating "Beowulf" from Anglo-Saxon to Modern English and studying medieval intellectual history. I remembered my awe when I learned there were no textbooks for the course, just reports on historical documents studied only in their original languages - no translations! At the same time, I was working on my classes as a graduate teaching assistant at university. I remembered a semester of preparing lectures until 3:00 a.m. and then sleeping on a hard floor with alarm clocks in metal pans on each side of the room so that I'd be certain to make it to a 7:30 a.m. world literature course I was teaching for the first time. One could have floated a battleship in all the coffee I drank that semester. There was another semester of poring over medieval manuscripts with a magnifying glass, learning about 20 different medieval manuscript styles and constructing paleographic alphabets. By the end of the semester, I felt like a monk in a medieval scriptorium. Such situations occurred semester after semester. Images flooded my mind, all testifying to my dedication and hard work when I was a student. I worked at various jobs every year, several of which I despised. With other brothers in college, our parents were strapped to provide us what they could. So I had to borrow money to supplement my scholarships every year of my college study - and I'd paid it all back. None of this made me better than anybody else. But it allowed me not to think of myself as inferior to others in every way imaginable. As soon as I saw the little house, Jeremy's excitement about moving into my home became understandable. He had reveled in having his own large bedroom, ranging around the house - using the sunroom to entertain friends, working in the study, watching movies in the family room, cooking in the kitchen, chilling out on the deck in warm weather, reading in the living room. His contentment was obvious in these settings. I parked a little down from the house, grabbed the bags, and moved to Jeremy's mother's house. It didn't look like anyone was home. I knocked on the door and looked around while I was waiting for an answer. As always, the December sunshine was thin - lonely; a breeze bearing a slight nip moved across the little porch. I heard the door being unlocked. It was pulled open cautiously to allow a shorter, thin woman to look out at me. Her face was narrow, pinched. Her brown hair was cut short - for ease of keeping, I knew. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but she had such a cold countenance that she didn't seem attractive. 'That is not a happy woman,' I thought. Jeremy must favor his father, for I couldn't see anything from her features that he'd inherited. "Hello," I started, "my name is Evan Halsey. Are you Jeremy's mother?" "Yes," she said curtly. She hadn't opened the screen door, so it was pointless to offer my hand. "Jeremy stayed at my home recently. I'm one of his teachers at school." I waited for some kind of a response. She frowned. 'Great,' I thought. "Yes, I know who you are now," came a reply that was far from friendly. Her lips pursed tightly. 'I wonder if a person has to bite her lips from the inside to get them to go so thin?' I asked myself. "Um - I purchased some Christmas gifts for Jeremy. Would you be so kind as to put them under the tree for him?" She looked at me and then at the sacks, then back at me. I was beginning to think I'd made a mistake bringing them here. She pushed open the screen door, letting the door rest against her shoulder while she held out her hands. Oh, no invitation to come in. Okay. I handed her the sacks. She pulled them inside and closed the screen door. "I'll tell Jeremy you brought them. Good bye." And with that she shut the door forcefully and locked it again. I stood there for maybe five seconds, trying to process the short scene. I shrugged my shoulders, returned to my car. Once I had stowed my crutches, I sat behind the wheel, looking out into the thin sunlight. I replayed the scene between Jeremy's mother and me, focusing on the details. It hit me - the factor in Kate's account that hadn't added up! Jeremy's mother was using him. Yes, she may be worried about her economic future, but she didn't give a Christmas fig for Jeremy. She wasn't sorry when Jeremy's father beat him and kicked him out. She hadn't called or tried to find him at all the way a real mother would have - to know if he was hurt, safe, needed any money. But when she needed him to come support her, she knew right away to call the school. If she'd cared the least about Jeremy, she'd have done that earlier. That was the discordant note that alerted me to something's not adding up. The anger started burning in my stomach. 'Evan, you better go get those presents back. She'll take your name off and put hers on,' my interior monitor warned. Of course, it's exactly what she'd do - not because she cared about Jeremy's having gifts on Christmas but to keep him mollified, thinking he was helping dear ole Mom. And she wouldn't have to spend any money on gifts for him. Might even get him to take on some more work hours. I started to open the car door, then paused. 'I can't tell Jeremy any of this. He has to find it out for himself. There are just some things one cannot tell another person even if those things are true and that person needs to know them.' I slumped back in the driver's seat and pulled the car door closed. Chewing the inside of my lip, I started thinking. 'Evan, you have to take a risk here for Jeremy's sake.' More mulling. 'Yes, he may think you forgot him at Christmas if your gifts aren't there for him, but that's not likely. He's intelligent. There's no way he'll believe you forgot him - especially as generous as you've been with him. Nor will he believe his mother chose those gifts for him. This is not a woman who has the sensibilities to choose such gifts. And she'd never spend that much money. He'll figure it out. And when he does, he'll at least start thinking, observing.' Wham! Another realization - 'it will be further evidence that a parent of his cares nothing for him. He'll hurt. But I can't protect him against that - maybe he'll hurt for a little while but not forever.' If I covered her double-dealing up, it would be setting him up for more hurt down the road. I would not be a party to that. No. This would be one of those occasions justified by the aphorism "Give her an inch and she'll take a mile." I started the car and drove home deep in thought. Try as I might, I could not convince myself that Jeremy had been looking forward to moving back to that place or his mother. I no longer held out hope for a positive experience for him. But I felt a new appreciation for his resiliency and ability to cope, coming from that house and those people who couldn't be decent parents to him. No wonder school was his favorite place to be. No wonder he holed up in the gym over night when life at home was hard. How much energy he must have put into bucking up his spirits before arriving at school. I needed to watch Jeremy closely. * * * The following Monday, as I left the building after classes for a late appointment with Dr. Sorenson, I spotted Troy leaning back against a wall in the foyer with his arms folded across his chest, smiling at Jim Marbury, who was saying something to Troy. 'I'll bet I know what that's about,' I thought. 'A debriefing - the assignment Troy gave Jim. Jim did it! Good for him. Good for Troy. Good for everyone.' Jim was standing ramrod straight, looking down and away from Troy, the posture of a man who was talking about something that reflected on him personally but that he really didn't want to be saying. I just hoped Jim took all this to heart, recognized that he could be a better person than he had been. He finished what he was saying, looking at Troy. Troy placed one of his hands on Jim's shoulder. I knew he was squeezing it in a companionable manner. Troy was saying something to Jim, his smile blazing, and his dimples flashing. Wow! That man was deadly when he turned on his charm. I saw Jim's face light up. Morgan Magic! On second thought, "Troy Magic" might be apt. I suspected that he reflected the Morgan mold more on the surface than in his maturing, deeper dimensions. This gambit of Troy's just might have a positive payback. Jim was smiling back warmly, obviously basking in Troy's approval. I knew that over the next few days, Troy would reinforce his approval of this new direction Jim had moved. Judging from Troy's past strategies, I'd being seeing Jim included with the guys over the next week or two. That would mean that Jim would be rubbing shoulders with Jeremy and Kenny. I hoped it worked out well for all. I was glad that something good was happening that day. I'd returned an essay to Jeremy sporting a "D" that morning. I'd asked Jeremy to stop by after class to set up an appointment for us to discuss the essay, but he ripped out of the room at the end of class, leaving Kenny looking bewildered by another instance of unpredictable behavior on Jeremy's part. The lowest grade Jeremy had ever earned from me was a "C+," back in those early days of the semester before we'd connected. Since then, his grades had steadily risen to the point that he was carrying an "A-" average in my class. The essay was hastily written, shallow in its thought, and ignored all but a few of the learning objective that we had been pursuing. 'It's all that extra work to support Momma,' I thought, lapsing into sarcasm when I thought of Mrs. Wilder. I knew Jeremy had to be feeling that two people in his life - his mother and his English teacher - were boxing him into a losing situation. I wondered what I could do. Well, I'd have to make a concerted effort tomorrow to talk to him. Maybe wait for him at the entrance to the school so that we could talk out of the view of his classmates. As I crossed one of the traffic lanes in the north parking lot, I spotted a car approaching at a good clip, so I stopped, awaiting its passage. As it neared me, it slowed. Damn! It wasn't his car, but Tim Minor was the driver. He crept by me, a smirk on his face. I looked away from him. I saw a handsome blond youth in the back seat, looking at me intently. 'The famous Alan,' I told myself. 'I can see why Tim - or anyone - would be attracted to him. He's a knockout.' I couldn't compete with him. His look wasn't hostile or challenging, just curious. Someone on the passenger side in the front seat was shrouded in shadow. It looked like the shadow of a giant. 'I wonder if he's Tim's brother? His broad shoulders certainly match Tim's.' I finally cast my eyes down at the asphalt surface of the parking lot until they moved past me. I wasn't going to play any games. I crutched to my car. The check-up with Dr. Sorenson was without note other than his instructions to start putting weight on my fractured leg, being careful not to overdo it. I was to return a few days after Christmas - perhaps he would free me from the crutches at that time. The next morning, before class, as Greg Dunwoodie came in, he walked up to my desk rather than going to his desk at first. He greeted me. "How's it going Greg?" "Actually, a little strange but better than I ever expected." "How's that?" "Jim Marbury, of all people, stopped me a few days ago and started chatting me up, asking me all sorts of questions. I'm not a jock. Jim usually talks only to jocks. Come to think of it, I see him talking to women, but it's pretty clear that he really isn't visiting. Just shooting out content - even with women. But Jim and I must have visited 15 minutes, which surprises me since I thought he didn't like me. It was like we were swapping information about what we are good at, so he complimented me on my strengths and told me some of his. Why do you think he did that, Mr. Halsey?" "I have a feeling that someone to whom he listens told Jim that you are a worthwhile person to know, so Jim was following up. Sounds like he has some things to learn, especially in the area of social skills. You're a pretty polished fellow; maybe Jim was trying to pick up some pointers." "You think so?" "Well, can you think of a more plausible explanation?" "Maybe he just wanted to talk to someone to kill time before class." "Has he ever talked to you before in a similar situation 'just to kill time'?" He thought a few moments. "No," he said slowly. "You think he might want to visit with me again?" "Well, since he made the first gesture, why don't you return it? See what develops." "Good idea. I think I'll do that." * * * Finally, Monday came. I'd survived the first weekend after Jeremy had moved out. I didn't realize how hooked on his presence I'd become. He filled the spaces of my house with energy, cheer, humor, beauty, love, caring, making it a genuine home. He filled the spaces of my heart with care, concern, beauty, and love. It takes a lot to fill so many spaces with all those virtues - and a special man. Jeremy was that! I was glad that the week of Christmas had arrived. Wednesday was the last day of school until after New Year's. What in the world was I going to do to fill all that time? "Work on that job application letter and resume," the inner voice reminded me. "Now that Jeremy's moved out, you have an opportunity to go somewhere else. Or rake leaves if you ever get off those crutches." I smiled to myself. I would have to be careful not to go like gangbusters once I was rid of the crutches. It would be like me to so enjoy being unfettered again that, just like a kid, I'd try everything. I'd better consider hiring someone to take care of the leaves. I was sitting at my desk in my classroom, engaged in this interior monologue, when students started drifting into the room. I'd missed catching Jeremy in the main foyer to talk about his essay. He hadn't made an appearance in the classroom yet. Hm-m-m-m-m-m. I decided I'd better stop by the restroom before classes began. I crutched down the hall, entering the restroom. I bent over a sink, splashing water in my face. I paused after swiping a paper towel over my face and replacing my glasses, studying my visage in the mirror. Looking for what? "Answers," was the reply from inside. Answers to what? I guess all my questions. What were the questions? It reminded me of my maxim used in teaching research, a maxim about asking the right questions if one wanted the right answers and remembering that a question could be degrees off the mark, which would produce skewed answers. After a bit, I realized that neither questions nor answers were going to leap out of the mirror. I remembered that I should be in my classroom, so I crutched back there. As I entered the room, I heard Wendy Fielding talking excitedly to Beth Walker about some party she'd attended on Saturday night. "He was so sweet, so attentive. They make such an attractive couple, and you can tell when you see them how much they love each other. And a friend came from the state capital to attend the party too." I noted that Jeremy had arrived in my absence. Nice to see Wendy so animated. Must have been a good party. Wendy wasn't a party animal. In fact, she was quite studious, earning a reputation for excellence in the sciences. It was the reason that she and Tim Minor hit it off so well. Tim and I were alike in our admiration of diligence in learning. Wendy deserved some good social experiences. I was taking roll when Wendy hailed me. "Mr. Halsey, we missed you Saturday night." "Who's 'we' and where?" I asked in a cavalier manner. "All of us who were at Tim Minor's going-away party at Carol Dunning's home. Troy and Susan, Kenny and, later, Jeremy, Tony and Angela, Greg, Byron, Cody, LaRonda and Clifton were all there." My heart plummeted. I suddenly felt cold. Wide-eyed, I studied the faces of each of those whose names Wendy had recited. Susan looked stricken. Troy glared at Wendy. Jeremy was looking to the side and at the floor. Kenny's head was bowed. Angela was avoiding my eyes, but Tony looked straight at me, betraying no emotion. Greg was staring at his lit book. Byron was looking at Wendy. LaRonda was looking down at her desk. All of them except Tony were looking anywhere but at me. Even Jeremy. "Why weren't you there?" Wendy asked. The room grew quieter. "I didn't know about it," I said softly. "I wasn't invited." Wendy appeared startled, moved her mouth to say something, then swallowed whatever it was, allowing only a little "Oh," to escape, rather as though it were a hiccup. 'So, he didn't even want me there to say good-bye. I clearly didn't count for anything with him anymore. What a snub! The smirk I'd seen on his face a few days earlier in the parking lot now assumed more meaning. By inviting all my students, especially those who knew about Tim and me, he had ensured my humiliation, underlining my unworthiness. Now that I'd seen Alan, I didn't think I could argue that point. But why hurt me this way? After all, he'd rejected me. Our paths no longer crossed. He had Alan. So what was the point of rubbing my nose in it? Why make the snub apparent to my students? They had to have known I wasn't invited because not a single person had said anything about the party or asked whether I was going. So why didn't Wendy know that I wasn't invited? Had she been set up to spring this information on me?' Throughout my rumination, my head had fallen lower and lower. Tears burned my eyes. 'NO, no tears!' I was starting to feel ill. "Would you have gone, Evan?" that inner voice asked. 'I honestly don't know,' I thought. 'I might have attended to reach closure, to wish him well.' I had to move us into an activity. Thinking quickly, I asked students to turn to a poem in their lit books. I could hardly speak, looking constantly down at our lit book. It was as though my throat muscles were paralyzed, my tongue abnormally thick. My voice sounded strange - croaky, which, I was certain, made students scrutinize me even more. I asked the class to move to the groups they had last occupied. They were to choose someone to read the poem aloud. Then they were to determine possible meanings the poem held for them. Then I moved out of the room and down the hall to the restroom. When I reached there, I crutched inside and over to a wall, resting my head against the cool ceramic tile, slumping on my crutches, trying to push everything out of my mind, trying to quell tumultuous thoughts and feelings. So it was over. Really over. It wasn't until the import of Wendy's news about the going-away party that I realized that deep, deep within me, I'd allowed an ember of hope to burn, hope that Tim would miss me and return. How could I be so foolish! How many omens did I need to realize it was dead? That ember of hope was quenched. I felt it. I thought I'd felt empty before. It was nothing similar to what I felt now. I heard the door swoosh open, feeling someone beside and behind me, hands grasping my shoulders. I didn't move. "Evan, tell us what to do to help you." I turned my head slightly to see who was behind me. It was Troy, Jeremy, and Kenny. "Why didn't you guys warn me?" "We didn't discuss it or anything, believe me," Jeremy explained. "I guess we decided individually that if we said nothing, the party would be over and you wouldn't know about it." "We were trying to protect you, Evan," Troy added. "But I realized when Wendy asked you about the party in class today that we actually set you up for being hurt and embarrassed. I'm sorry." Kenny continued, "We never imagined that it would be sprung on you - and so publicly. For once our judgment wasn't as sound as you think it is. I'm sorry, Evan. I know the others are too." Troy asked again what they could do. "Thank you for coming. But you need to return to your groups. I'll be there shortly." I turned away from them. I heard footsteps, the swoosh of the door. I thought they'd all gone. But someone put his hands on my shoulders, massaging and squeezing. "I let you down again, didn't I, Evan?" Jeremy asked. "I think you've had a few other concerns on your mind, Jeremy. Please go back to your group. But don't leave class today without setting up an appointment to discuss your last essay." (To be continued.)

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Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2001 18:06:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Evan Bradley <EBradley33@excite.com> Subject: Chapter 15 of "Ambush" 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, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. EBradley33@Excite.com Chapter 15 Harbingers and Tremors My eyes opened slowly. Facing each other, Jeremy and I were sharing the same pillow. His eyes were open, somberly regarding me. Before I had a chance to do anything, words started tumbling out of him: "Please don't feel bad about last night, Evan. I know that Tim probably jumped to your mind as soon as you woke up. I don't want to mess anything up between Tim and you. But I was so happy yesterday. I don't think I've had a happier day in my life. Honestly, Evan, no one has ever looked out for me the way you have the last few days, not even my parents. I just sort of existed there. Don't get me wrong: I'm not talking about just the clothes, but they are part of it too, along with the watch, haircut, Saturday date, Troy and Susan too, and dinner out. Do you know how many times I've eaten in a nice restaurant? I've only been to Micky D's, taco town, or hash heaven, places like that. I never remember a dinner as nice as the one last night. I never felt so accepted and loved as you three made me feel last night. I just had to act on my feelings, Evan. I hope you aren't mad at me today." "Goodness, that's quite a soliloquy to come spilling out so early in the morning. How long have you been awake?" "Maybe half an hour." "Did you spend your time thinking up that speech?" "It started last night when I was falling asleep, and I finished it this morning. You aren't mad at me are you?" His eyes were pleading. "No, why would I be mad at you? I'm a big boy, Jeremy. I take responsibility for my actions and decisions. I don't blame them on someone else." "Are you going to tell Tim?" "Yes." "What will he do?" "I don't know." "He'll be mad at me, won't he?" "Why should he be? He believes as I do. I'm the one responsible for what I do, not you. "Are you sorry that last night happened, Evan?" "No, roommate and friend, I'm not sorry. It was sweet, wonderful, mind- blowing. For someone who's never fucked before, you're a natural." His eyes lighted; he was pleased with himself. "And before you say it, I know you haven't done 'blowing' yet, Mr. Smart-ass." He rolled over laughing. I'd beaten him to the punch. I rolled out of bed to go to the bathroom. "Hey, you better move your cute butt. You have time for breakfast before hopping off to school." "Okay. I want to wear my new clothes. I don't know what to think about getting my hair cut this afternoon. But I guess I won't look any worse than I do now. And I trust Susan and you." Jeremy showered while I prepared a light breakfast of fruit, toast, and juice, with milk for Jeremy and coffee for me. Jeremy walked into the kitchen in a rich hunter green pullover and tan chinos. He'd pushed the long sleeves halfway up his forearm so that the gold watch could be seen gleaming on his wrist. He looked good. The clothes made enough of a difference from the way Jeremy was usually dressed that people would do a double take. Jeremy sat down at the table, tying into the fruit, studying me. "In Sophomore English, I knew Mrs. Burge cared for me, but I didn't think I'd ever find another teacher who would. I remember when Mrs. Burge asked me who my Junior English teacher was going to be. When I told her Evan Halsey, she warned me that you wouldn't let me coast. Your students realized right from the start that we had better be on our toes around you. I was a little afraid, maybe, when I was first in your class. You can be reserved, you know. You talk about my not being aware of others' needs. You can be like that too, Evan." "Did you know kids really want you to like them? It's like a merit badge or something. Then I realized I too wanted you to like me. But not the same way you liked the other kids. I wanted you to know that I was different. So I started challenging you a little. You let me tease you in front of the class, and I let you zing me. That's how I found out we could make the others laugh." "It was great to be in a class with a jock star like Troy and one of the school's most popular women, Susan. And now they're my good friends!" "Anyway, when you and I bantered, I knew you saw me as someone worthwhile. That's why I was so desperate for your help. You had done so much good 'inside' me. I knew you could do good 'outside' me. And after I saw Kenny, Robert and you together, I lusted after you." He grinned hugely. "Well, actually, I lusted after all three of you." It was my turn to laugh. I punched him on the shoulder. "You were just lusting after cock." "I was jealous too. No, no, don't worry. I won't be jealous of you and Tim. It's a different kind of jealousy--on a peer level." Jeremy was wound up. I couldn't have been happier for him. We ate in silence for a while. "You're kind of quiet. Are you thinking about how to tell Tim?" he asked. I shook my head yes. "Thank you for last night, Evan. Among all you have done for me, making love like that ranks up there with the rest. Because I'd never had sex with anyone, just my hand, I worried that no one would want to have sex with me. Now I feel great!" I smiled. We rose, Jeremy carrying the dishes to the sink while I went to my bedroom to get money for his haircut. I met him at the front door. "Here's some money for the haircut and a tip." In addition to those bills, I handed him a twenty. "Here's for incidentals this week." He pocketed the money and then hugged me. "Shall I call you to warn you when I come back after the haircut? I'll probably be so handsome you'll fall into a faint upon first seeing me." I smiled: "You needn't call. I think I can stand the shock." He hugged me and was out the door to what I hoped was a continuation of the excitement that had gripped him since circumstances had turned in his favor. ........... After a bath, cleaning up the kitchen, I laundered Jeremy's new clothes. I pulled them out of the dryer and put them on hangers, leaving them stacked neatly for Jeremy to put in his bedroom. I folded the new underwear and socks for him. But my mind was really absorbed with communicating to Tim what happened between Kenny and me last night. After a brief lunch, I indulged myself in one of my favorite passions-- reading mysteries. After settling in the sunroom, I had read a couple of pages of a medieval mystery when I heard a knock on the door. I put my mystery down and crutched to the front door. Peeking out, I saw Robert Martin standing on the porch with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of his 501s, hunched over, head hanging. "Very uncharacteristic posture for him," I thought, "like someone whose come asking for something even though he doesn't want to be here. He's apparently cut class to talk to me. Probably wanted to be certain Jeremy was gone." I opened the door with a "Hello, Robert. I've been expecting you." His eyes darted to mine and then away. "Yeah, I guess so." His manner revealed that he'd come to me a boy, not the leader of the Pride. "Come in," as I moved back from the door. "Let's go out in the sunroom. It's relaxing there this time of day." Walking ahead of me to the sunroom, he sprawled out on the sofa, again not his usual posture, still very much a boy. I sat in a chair not far away. He jumped right in. "You've been expecting me because of what you saw in the Club Eleven parking lot." "Yes." "Evan, I can't help it. I've fallen head over heels in love with Lisa Wemberley. I never expected it, wasn't looking for it. We had a class project to do in American history. We really clicked." I wondered how many class projects had generated romances. "I know that spending my life with Lisa is what is meant for me." I just sat listening, betraying no reaction. "But my problem is obvious. Kenny. Do you think this will hurt him much?" he looked at me beseechingly. I knew the answer he wanted. "Well, consider Kenny's circumstances. He chose you, uncharacteristic behavior for a boy younger than you, sensitive, shy, retiring, gay, not at all believing that there's anything special about him. You are his first lover. And he was allowed to enter the good graces of this hunk, this jock, this star, who lifted him to the upper reaches of pleasure and paradise, who became his protector and his hero, maybe a little bit of a big brother that he never had. Suddenly, this star hunk falls in love with a beautiful young woman, and Kenny's permanently dumped. I'm assuming that latter point based on what I know about you. If you have given your heart to Lisa, then you won't have time for Kenny. How hurt do you think he's going to be?" He groaned, tears sparkling in his eyes. "I don't want to cause it, but I know Kenny will hurt so much when he finds out. I still love him. But I have to go with Lisa. Why do I feel so guilty?" "Let's examine the issue. When Kenny first let you know he was interested in you, did you respond because of him or you?" "I don't know exactly what you mean." "Did you respond because here was a seemingly worthwhile person you'd like to know, or did you respond because here was someone turned onto the jock celebrity?" He blushed. "I thought he had a case of hero worship, so I would let him find out what it was like to receive attention from a hero." "Was that response, from your perspective now, positive or negative?" Robert sat with his head down for nearly a minute. "Negative. I was really focused on me." "How were you perceiving him then?" More silence. Head still down. Softer reply: "I thought here was this little kid who'd get a kick out of making it with me." "Was that the best of all possible responses?" "No." "Why?" "It [catch in breath] made him someone to be used." "And is that all Kenny is?" He looked up at me, his eyes still glinting with tears: "No, Kenny's a talented person who has a big heart and more strength to help others than I." "That's debatable--the part about you, I mean." We sat in silence as he let his head hang. "Can you answer your own question now about why you feel guilty? Do you perceive what is causing your guilt?" I asked. He sighed--perhaps in defeat. "I was so busy seeing me in terms of my reputation that I did not have time to see his vulnerability. To wonder if he could be hurt. In fact, I wouldn't have seen much about him other than how cute he was and how I would be the one to take his cherry." "It's to your credit that your understanding at this point is so acute. Notice, too, Robert, that not once have you sought cover yourself with an excuse, two points to your credit. A third is that you have been honest beyond the ordinary for these circumstances, but I have come to expect that of you. There are actually more points to your credit that we'll get to in a bit." "But you're still implying that I can really hurt Kenny at this point. That I should give up Lisa." The tears began to run down his cheeks, his head dropped, and a sob escaped his throat. I crutched over and sat in the corner of the sofa and pulled Robert over onto my chest. He was pliant, allowing it. Lately I was holding more people who were weeping! And I knew Robert was not going to be the last. "Robert, what should your or any person's purpose in life be?" "I'm not certain any more." "To be happy, when 'happy' means fully embracing goodness--the Greek's sense of moral goodness." "I know you aren't telling me to forget Kenny and throw myself into a relationship with Lisa." "I'm telling you that you must pursue YOUR and Lisa's happiness--but with the least possible damage to Kenny. If Lisa is to be your destiny, you can't run from it. If you attempt that, you become Jonah, who runs from a challenge God gives him, runs from his destiny, and runs right into the belly of the whale. Many gay men, including yours truly, have married, running from who they are, from their destiny. And for many, the marriage turned into the whale." "Are you telling me that if I marry Lisa, it will fail?" "No. Some gay people conduct happy, fulfilling marriages. The success or failure of your marriage will depend on you and Lisa. Now, back to the point. You recognize now where your error began with Kenny?" About a minute passed. "I thought about me, not really about him. I thought about getting my rocks off, maybe busting a kid's cherry, giving him a thrill. I never thought about what it could end up costing him. He was so cute. He adored me. I just got high on it. We kept it up. My feelings for him did deepen." More silence. "How far did your deepened feelings extend?" "Into the Pride. I began to realize there were deeper dynamics there for all of us. I realized that I was one of several contributors to the good things we discovered and felt for each other and ourselves. I realized that I was changing, growing stronger, taking a protective stance. I guess I discovered that I can be a real leader. Now I feel caught between two worlds. What do I do, Evan?" "The same--leave the Pride with the least damage possible. Never repeat this behavior until your motives are pure. To be pure, they must be focused on benefit to others, not just benefit to you. There's nothing wrong with acting in favor of securing a benefit for yourself as long as it doesn't come at the expense of another. I'll admit--that issue can be tricky because benefit and harm are not always as distinct as one might imagine, as you have discovered in this situation. Were Kenny any other star-struck kid, you and he might have had a brief little affair and parted with nothing more than regret. But Kenny is special, and you knew that very soon after taking up with him. That knowledge is what made you want to continue a relationship with him. It is also what's causing you pain now. Never take it for granted that benefits will automatically accrue to others just because you are gratifying your own goals. That's celebrity thinking--very self-centered. Then treasure this wonderful soul Kenny, whom you will remember with fondness and guilt on your deathbed." Silence ensued for a stretch of time. "It seems like I should be helping Kenny." "I'm guessing that, other than going back to him, he's not going to allow you any opportunity even to be near him." "There has to be something I can do." "Watch from a distance. Remain aware of him. Look out for him. . . . There is one other possibility. I hesitate to mention it, for it is a sensitive issue." I paused. "Do you believe in God, Robert?" "Yes." Do you pray?" "No." "One way to help Kenny is to pray for him every day until he finds his happiness. You owe it to him now as you move to create happiness for Lisa and you. Your happiness comes at the cost of his. As you have admitted, you need to do something for him, for you are an honest person. You didn't have to come here today to see me, and I know you dreaded it probably for several reasons." I placed my hand on the back of his neck and squeezed. "I celebrate your honesty. It isn't that common. Because you are honest, you want to do something to balance what your decision has caused. Praying for Kenny's happiness is a good and healing gesture. If you aren't doing something to help him, you will continue with a load of guilt you do not want. You can know some peace if you pray for Kenny's happiness and believe that your prayers are in some way helping him." He looked at me for a moment, obviously concentrating. "It will help me too, won't it?" I smiled. "I knew you'd catch on, just not so quickly. Shame on me. Remember that every time you pray for Kenny, you acknowledge, especially to yourself, that there are forces larger and more important than you and your wishes. We experienced those forces in the Pride. Such knowledge keeps you humble, ensures some degree of balance and harmony in your universe." "People who cannot believe in anything larger than themselves often become dangerous to others; they destroy balance and harmony. Among many of the ancient mythologies, disturbing natural balance and harmony was the most grievous wrongdoing. All of the taboos of a culture identified conditions that could jeopardize that balance. The imbalance occurs when an individual believes that his or her own needs, wishes, and the moment are the most significant consideration. That's what Nick Carraway finally learns all too painfully at the hands of the beautiful Daisy and handsome Tom Buchanan in "The Great Gatsby." It's when we become arrogant, proud, that we create trouble, not just for us but also for others. The Greeks called this arrogance 'hubris,' pride. It always brought down the hero to tragedy. Scripture reminds us 'Pride goeth before the fall.' Same thing." "Latch on to this significant point, Robert. Similar warnings like that from different sources converging on the same point alert us to the presence of a master life principle. We ignore it at our own peril." "I'm not a religious person," Robert murmured. "Maybe you are more religious than you know. Maybe it's your perception of religion that's faulty. I can tell you from my own experience that you are religious. Caring, protecting, sharing, loving, feeling guilt, seeking forgiveness, redemption--these are religious experiences. You have demonstrated all of them." "I don't go to church." "That's the sole factor that makes one religious?" I asked scornfully. "Okay, okay. No." "Maybe it would help to think about what you discovered with the Pride and what you have discovered with Lisa. Think of your contributions to those situations. Next, determine how you can extend those to others. Only at that point are you prepared to create a good answer about what religion is." "You are very strong, powerful, Robert. You are good at heart. You are a natural leader. You have character. You are a loving person. No matter how you end up working this situation out in your mind and with Kenny, you must rely on those virtues, give them full play. They will work out the best resolution possible." "Then, Robert," I took his head and turned it to me, "spend your life making Lisa and those who come to depend on you as happy as possible." He rolled over onto me, clasped me too tightly for my injuries, and quietly wept. Though he wasn't now aware of it, his first cry was actually for Robert himself, caught in circumstances over which he had no control, caught in the knowledge that, although unintentional, he was going to hurt another badly. This present cry was for Kenny and the suffering that would be visited upon him because of Robert's decision. I held Robert and gently massaged his back. The sobs subsided. He raised his tear-streaked face, looking in my eyes. "We haven't discussed how I've hurt Evan Halsey." I pushed his head-with some effort-back on my chest. "My dear friend, you helped liberate Evan Halsey from narrow, trivial, suffocating fears, corrected his distorted impressions, jogged him out of a rut, and loved him. You demonstrated that a young, handsome, powerful Adonis could be turned on by an Evan Halsey. It is important to remember that the first step in that direction to move toward me occurred because Kenny wanted it even though you did not. That response to Kenny's wish was unselfish." "Throughout the meetings of the Pride, you were magnificent. That magnificence is not a flower that blooms once every seven or eleven years. It lies within you. It's there now. And your loving spirit is what infused that magnificence with power." "Look at me, Robert." He did. I looked intensely into his eyes. "This is what you finally must help Kenny understand--you genuinely loved him. Fate threw you both a curve you never expected. He will finally survive if he understands those two points: you REALLY loved him, and you were forced to move toward YOUR destiny, even when it took you away from him. I shall do my part to support him. In the interim, plan to experience pain. And never allow your first impulse to be a focus only on yourself. Most of the time you will pay big for this cosmic arrogance." "I find it strange to say so, but I really don't want to give up the Pride, Evan." "It isn't right for you now, Robert. That isn't to say that you might not find or fashion another Pride in the future. Do you think our Pride is the only one in existence?" He thought a bit. "No. There have been Prides down through time. There have been comparable brotherhoods and sisterhoods." Our discussion had seemed to run its course. Robert stood. "I told Lisa I would meet her after her last class. I better take off." I rose. He came over and hugged me tightly. I felt a twinge in my ribs. Hey, maybe that meant they were healing. I hugged him back just as tightly. He walked over to the door and then turned back. "Have I lost you, Evan?" "Of course not. After all that's happened between us, you couldn't lose me, Robert. You would have to change what you are for that to happen. We're just as close as we ever were. I'm always here for you if you need me." He smiled, stood there for a moment, then was out the door. I believed Robert's future would be troubled for a long time. He'd just inadvertently admitted that he wanted Lisa, but he wanted the male Pride too. I had noted that his comment included the Pride but not Kenny. He was being quite honest with himself but hadn't tipped to that fact yet. How long would it take for him to do so? It wasn't something anyone could tell him. Suddenly, a question leapt to mind: "How was this boy able to help me so much, be so profoundly insightful as a leader and lover during our time in the Pride and yet be a boy this afternoon?" I was making circuits through the house again as I pondered the question. For some reason that I didn't understand, I couldn't let this question go unanswered until a later time. After a couple of circuits, the answer sprang to mind--flow. During the height of a creative experience, one enters flow, a period when all the variables are meshing perfectly. The mind is still engaged, but it isn't having to exert the degree of control necessary to start the process and keep it moving, for flow has taken over. In the Pride, Robert was in flow. That produced his magnificence. "But why only during experiences in the Pride? Why not other times?" A couple of circuits more. Ah! It was like the fifteenth-sixteenth century theory of the humours as the seat of behaviors. When the humours were in balance, all was healthy, behavior was moderate, but if an excess of one of the humours occurred, behavior became aberrant--hence all that bloodletting practiced at that time. Draining blood was supposed to help restore balance among the humours. At Robert's age, he was moving into male adulthood, evidenced by moments when he was a leader. At that time, one could glimpse what he could become if all worked out to the best--his magnificence. At other times, like the imbalanced humours, he was very much the boy. As he matured, those boyish moments would be subsumed in the man; balance would be achieved. I knew his desire for the pride and his relationship with Lisa would create a lot of dissonance in his future life. But he would likely be sufficiently strong and intelligent enough to find a workable resolution for himself and, ideally, others. At the same time, I couldn't escape feeling down about Robert and Kenny. My depression was fed by my dilemma. Tim and I had just found each other; then Jeremy and I end up in bed together. Our interest in each other was so new that Tim and I hadn't discussed our obligations to or expectations for each other. I was still uncomfortable about last night. I had felt caught between hurting Jeremy if I declined his advances and hurting Tim if I didn't. There was no time to mull it over. Oy! With all my carefully laid plans, I hadn't anticipated the conclusion to yesterday's events. It reminded me too much of Robert's line of thought on his first night with Kenny. I had soup for lunch and then decided to take a nap. Nap ha! I was escaping from my dilemma. I didn't care. ......... I awakened suddenly, hearing the front door open. I heard Jeremy and Susan chatting as they entered the living room. Was I ever sluggish. I must have REALLY wanted to escape. I swung my legs off the bed, grabbed my crutches, checked my appearance in the dresser mirror, noted my dull eyes, ran a comb through my hair, and moved out to the living room, where I stopped in my tracks the moment I spied Jeremy. My jaw dropped. I didn't even see Susan. Looking back at me was what had to be a college man, junior, senior maybe. The mop was gone, transformed into modified bushy hair on the top of Jeremy's head, tapering gently to increasingly shorter hair down the sides and on the back of his head so that the hair below his ears was quite short. The mop had blocked one's perception of Jeremy's features. Now he appeared older, taller, his eyes bluer, his cheekbones more prominent, his nose longer, his lips redder. Wow! I closed my mouth, noticing Susan smiling at my astonishment. "Where did you find a princess to kiss your froggy face so that you emerged from the evil spell looking like this," I popped off to Jeremy. A pealing laugh burst from Susan. Jeremy assumed a superior air. "The spell wasn't cast on me; it was cast on you. I always looked this way. The spell kept YOU from seeing it." Now I laughed. "Touche. I wish I could be at school tomorrow, following you around, watching people trying to place you, recognize you, then reconcile the former Jeremy with this hunky version." "Imagine the women's reaction, Evan," Susan said. "Gosh, they'll be following him around in herds. They'll probably have to quarantine the poor freshmen women. That settles it: I'm going to have to put a private phone line in his room if I want any peace at all. Women will be calling here constantly." I could tell by the light in Jeremy's eyes that he was soaking up all the attention and compliments. It made me regret all the years he had never had any of that. "Let's go out to the sunroom." "I'll get drinks," Jeremy said, taking our orders. While Jeremy was in the kitchen, I turned to Susan. "I know I owe you thanks for 1,373 benefits you have conferred upon me--organizing the 'coming home' initiative, the nighttime Evan-sitters, the food chain, sharing Troy, getting Jeremy a date--this list is endless, topped by our wonderful friendship. But what you've done for Jeremy ranks right up there with the rest." I looked into her dark, beautiful eyes. "Susan, from the deepest reaches of my heart, thank you. How could I be so lucky as to have such a beautiful person in my life? And thank you for what you've done for Jeremy." She started to respond when Jeremy entered the room, carrying our drinks on a tray. "Susan," Jeremy started, "this guy's reaction reminds me that I owe you a big thank you for helping with the clothes, the haircut, the date with Melanie, but especially for taking me in as a friend. The last few days I've had to pinch myself because it keeps getting better and better. Thank you, thank you, thank you." "Guys, I appreciate your remarks, but this conversation is becoming monotonous. Both of you have deserved more attention than you've gotten. I'm happy to have played a part in changing that. Now, Jeremy, tell Evan about the afternoon." Jeremy launched into details about the salon, meeting Rafe, who had cut his hair, Susan's suggestions about the style. Finally, that conversational line ran out, leaving us sitting in silence for a few moments. "Did either of you see Kenny today?" I asked. They glanced at each other, revealing that they had discussed the Club Eleven parking lot surprise sometime during their afternoon together. We saw him in class," Jeremy answered. "He seemed okay." "He's soon going to need our help, folks." "Robert came to see you this afternoon," observed Susan. It was a fact she had immediately intuited, not a question. "Yes." Susan again: "He's going to tell Kenny soon." "Yes." Jeremy was carefully attending to our exchange. We sat in silence a while longer, not really wanting to recognize the difficult time that awaited Kenny. Susan arose. "I promised Troy that I'd meet him after basketball practice, so I'd better be off. Jeremy, it was more great fun," as she moved to the front door with us trailing. There was either a group of men or women often trailing Susan. Jeremy stepped forward, pulling her into a hug and kissing her on the cheek. Then looking into her dark eyes, he said, "I really mean it: thank you, Susan. I am so grateful to be one of your success stories." "You're more than that, Jeremy. You're a good friend." Just as she opened the door, there stood Tim. "Oh no," I thought; "I don't have the words for an explanation yet." She and Tim greeted each other as he stood aside and she left with a wave. Tim looked at Jeremy. "Rad cut, man. Makes you dangerous!" Jeremy smiled and both of them raised their hands to trade a High Five. "Oh," I thought, "they're really getting to know and like each other." "Evan, grab a coat. I'm taking you to dinner." I looked at Jeremy. "Go Evan. Except for shopping yesterday, you've been cooped up here too long. I can take care of my own dinner. Besides, I have a pile of homework. It'll be good not to have you underfoot while I deal with some really serious stuff." My eyebrows shot up. "Samson got his hair cut and lost his strength. This guy gets his hair cut and turns cheeky." Jeremy laughed, mugging superiority. Tim looked at me. "Go freshen up. I'll wait." As I splashed water on my face, my thoughts were all atumble. I hadn't hit on a way to tell Tim about Jeremy and me last night. I wanted us all to emerge friends, but I really didn't know if that was possible. It certainly wouldn't be if I failed to take a strategic tack. But I just didn't know what that would be. "Maybe," that interior voice broke in, "you're looking for an excuse. Just tell him. That's what it's all going to come down to anyway." Small comfort that. But the suggestion was right on. The challenge wasn't just telling Tim though. It was not hurting Tim-that was to be avoided if at all possible. Again, I was reminded of the similarities in Robert's and my positions. I joined Jeremy and Tim in the living room. As we moved to the door, Jeremy started in: "Now you kids remember your curfew. No speeding. And mind your behavior: we don't want any surprise pregnancy." Tim punched him playfully in the shoulder. "Okay, Mom." Jeremy glared at him in mock umbrage. Tim helped me into the car, took his place behind the wheel, and drove us to Francini's, an Italian restaurant. "I wonder if Tony Francini is related to the owner," I commented. Tim just smiled and came around to help me out of the car. In the restaurant, a matronly hostess showed us to a table secluded in an alcove. "Tony will be your waiter," she smiled after handing us menus. Not a minute later, here was my Tony Francini, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh no, teachers," he complained. "Here I think I'll have a few hours away from them and they invade my refuge." Chuckles and brief conversation revealed that Tony's parents owned the restaurant. When he took our order for drinks, I burst out, 'A gin and tonic!'" Tim's eyebrows shot up. "You're on medication," he observed. "I need it," I replied. Tim ordered a beer. "You know, you have hardly looked at me this evening. Are you hiding something?" he asked with a smile. "Sorry, Tim. I guess I'm just not up to speed this evening. I apologize." Tony came to take our orders. Since Tony was not quite 18, another waiter brought our drinks. We sat in silence for a while. With relief, I thought of a conversational gambit. I asked Tim to fill me in on school news. I heard about the latest details on the teachers' request for next year's salary increase, Kate's beginning to prepare us for writing our lengthy accreditation report in the spring prior to a site visit in a year, a plan to link chem teachers to industry through summer internships to provide students a more real world orientation to chemistry, those seniors who had already made their choices of colleges to attend. In turn, I told Tim in detail about yesterday afternoon's shopping trip with Susan and Troy. We were nearing the end of our meal at that point. I hadn't eaten much. "Are you watching your figure," Tim observed, looking at my plate. "You need to eat for health and recovery, you know." "Sorry, Tim, I guess I haven't much appetite yet." "I don't think I've ever heard you say you were sorry so many times in one evening." I had to look miserable. Tim seemed a little surprised. I didn't even respond. "Oh," Tim blurted, "I got a call today from the head of the state chemistry teachers organization wanting to know if I'm attending the state convention." "That's nice but a little unusual. What do you think it means?" "Probably wants to talk to me about something. Don't you want to talk to me about something, Evan?" I looked away, gulped, looked at Tim, staring at me with those brown eyes. I had to look away. "Yes, I just don't know how to broach it." "Just spit it out," he said. "Last night, after we had put Jeremy's clothes away and made plans for today, we started talking. Before I knew it, Jeremy was picking me up, asking me to please not stop him, for he had to show me his gratitude-all as he carried me to his bed. It was spontaneous, Tim. I didn't want to reject him. He hadn't had sex with anyone." "Well, you could have called me to help out," he said archly, his eyes dancing. This certainly wasn't the reaction I expected. "Uh . . . I don't think double-teaming was quite the thing for him at that juncture. . . . I feel bad, Tim. Given as close as we've drawn to each other, this event involving Jeremy and me would seem to suggest that I don't value you, don't honor where we have gone together. I can assure you that's not the case. I can certainly understand if you want some time off to think about us." He grinned. What was going on here? "Funny, Jeremy never told me he was a virgin." I blinked, then stared at him. He started chuckling. "Okay, Evan. I know all about Jeremy and you last night." My eyes widened. "He came to see me during lunch break. He was so cute. He knew you were worried. To hear him tell it, he nearly raped you. You were an unwilling victim, clawing at the air, protesting that you were innocent, pleading with the powers to help you keep your legs locked to protect your virgin pussy." Now he laughed out loud. "He's a good kid, Evan. Stronger than I would have imagined." "You knew all evening." I paused in thought. "You and Jeremy set this up. You knew Tony's parents owned this restaurant. Did you arrange for the alcove with Tony?" His laugh told me he had. "Why did you let me stew then?" "I wanted to see how you would handle it. Says a lot about a person." "I'll get my revenge later. Now I need to know how you feel about it." "A little jealous, but I don't think you and Jeremy are about to become an item. Are you?" "No, we're not. What does this mean for us?" "Evan, I love you. I am not certain that I love you as much as you love me. And after today's news, I don't see how I can consider commitment." I looked at him with questions written all over my face. "That call today from the association president was to inform me that I was being considered for a position as state coordinator for that new initiative linking teachers to industry. I would spend half of my time on that program and teach half time . . . at the biggest high school in the state capital. A huge increase in salary comes with the position." Again, my eyes grew wide-those muscles were getting quite a workout. "That would mean I'd be moving there," he explained. "Oh," I said quietly. Major downer. Then I remembered myself. "Tim, that's wonderful! What a break! What a boost for your career! You've deserved this recognition. I can see this leading you even past a state coordinator's position. Congratulations!" I was saying the words. I really meant them. But my heart was sinking. "It hasn't happened yet." "I have an inescapable feeling that it will." He looked at me soberly: "You can see why I can't act as though I'm committed to us with this possibility looming in the future? Why I can't expect commitment from you?" I shook my head mutely. Silence fell upon us. Tony brought Tim the check. He looked at us oddly, for we weren't saying much beyond the obviously polite. "Was everything okay, guys?" We fell all over ourselves assuring him that we were more than satisfied. He still looked doubtful. I felt that Tim probably gave him a big tip to reassure him. I'd have to make it up to Tony some way when I got back to school. At the moment, I just felt empty. We drove back to my place in silence, each absorbed in his thoughts. Tim pulled into the driveway and shut the key off. We just sat there. "You know," Tim said, "that even though our friend inside won't put in an appearance, he's listening for us to go into your bedroom, shut the door, and make sex noises. I chuckled. "Oh no, pretend sex. I hate that." He returned the chuckle. "Actually, I was hoping you'd pay me back with a phony rape." "Enforced sex--how awful!" More chuckles. "But you're right. If something doesn't happen, he'll be blaming himself." "How did we allow ourselves to be trapped like his?" he asked, a wolfish grin on his face. He came around to my side of the car, opened the door, told me to grab my crutches, lifted me into his arms, nudged the car door shut with his hip, carried me up to the front door, which I opened. He carried me inside and down the hall to my bedroom, where he pushed the door shut with his butt. In no time at all, we were out of our clothes and in bed. "With a little cooperation, I can give you what you want-a phony rape," I said. I moved so that I was sitting on his stomach. I noticed that it wasn't as hard to maneuver as it had been during the past few days. I grabbed his wrists, squeezing them tightly as I leaned up and pushed them over his head. "Don't you dare move those arms." He was smiling up at me in anticipation. I attempted that wolfish gleam I often saw in his eyes. I dived into his armpits, sniffing and licking, tasting his smell and musk and loving both. I kept it up for awhile, beginning to nip along the outer edges of his pecs and up to the balled muscles in his shoulders until I heard a little moan. I shot over to a nipple, licking, then kissing, then sucking. I put my fuck finger in my mouth, wetting it good, then reached down-and what a reach it was-to place it near his hole. Just as I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle, I chewed authoritatively on his nipple. Major moans. Then I pulled my finger back, running it lightly around his hole while I repeated the licking, kissing, sucking on his other nipple. Again, when I started chewing, my finger slid in to the second knuckle, pumping in and out. Leaving my finger there, I nudged into his balls, sniffing his musk loudly, licking away, all the while pumping my finger and moving the tip around inside his chute. Once his sack was dripping with saliva, I started licking his big pole. As I made love to the cap of his dick, I used my other hand to pump slowly. When I saw his balls pull up nearly under his cock, I backed off, moving up to his stomach, using the raspy part of my tongue over his abs. I was hearing a chorus of moans. I could hear a couple on the other side of the bedroom door. That master manipulator Jeremy was out there, getting off on our lovemaking. I kept repeating the cycle, pulling off Tim's cock just before he shot. "I said I wanted a rapist, not a sadist." "You get what you pay for," I replied. "By the way, what am I paying for this?" "Hot kisses and warm embraces--when I free you from being in thrall." "The price is too high," he whined. I bit his muscular thigh. "Sadist" was his response. This time, as his balls rose, I didn't back off. His ass raised off the bed. "Oh . . . oh . . . Evan. "I'm cumming." I sucked as quickly as I could as his cum shot into the back of my mouth. His ass clamped tightly on my finger. I kept with him, but I took his cock out of my mouth, allowing his cum to run down the tube. When quite a bit had gathered, I smoothed it over his cock and stomach and onto my dick. Then I lay atop him with my dick along side his and started moving my cock through his cum, which was slick and warm. I could tell that my eruption was imminent. He placed his big hands on my ass, kneading them and helping move me up and down. Suddenly, my back arched, I gasped, and cum shot out of my cock onto his stomach. I heard a muffled groan from the hallway. My orgasm was so strong that, as I came down, I made that dorsal wiggle from side to side that males do when they are planting their seed, just like male salmon spreading their milt over eggs in a shallow mountain stream. "Pretend sex can blow the top of your head off," I gasped. "A phony rape can leave you drained," Tim whispered. We just lay there, celebrating the hot sex we'd had. "I no more than find a guy as hot as this, and he takes off," I thought to myself. It seemed that nothing awaited me in the future. "Just remember," I heard that interior voice: "Kenny is going to feel this way too." How ironic: I had started the day as a Robert but ended it as a Kenny. This would have driven the old Evan crazy. What was it going to do to the present Evan? And what was he going to do to help the others? (To be continued.)

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Date: Tue, 06 Mar 2001 10:20:34 -0000 From: Seth O' Donnell Subject: 'Slave to his parents 3' {Seth O'Donnell} (MM bdsm) Part 2 ended when Nigel was instructed to stay in a kneeling position as a punishment and Paul went up to his room)...enjoy reading. Paul lie on his bed, thinking of the day's events. Something so wonderful had happened to his life. He thinks about Nigel, his firm, taut and youthful body, his handsomness, his submissiveness. However, most importantly, he loves his boy so much and although now theirs was a master/slave relationship, he wanted it to be based on love and pssion and not a relationship that is based on sadistic cruelty. Paul never want it to be this way. As he thinks, he starts to wonder whether it was too much of him to be so harsh to his boy.. He thinks of Nigel's body in position, kneeling down there with tears running down his eyes, he couldn't felt more ashamed of himself. How could he let his mind being overruled by his own excitedness. As he ponders further, he couldn't resist it but to run down the stairs to the living room. He needs to see Nigel in the eye at this very moment. As he runs out of his room, he knows that Nigel certainly means more to him than any other person/things in his life now. Nigel was still in position as Paul had instructed him. He is kneeling down, naked, with his hands placed behind his head tightly, all the while his eyes still focusing on the camera's lens. Tears are still flowing down from his eyes, his whole body feeling almost numb now, especially his arms. He wanted to stretch himself but he knows that he can't. He wanted to be truely sorry for his mistake earlier. Then he heard Paul's footsteps. He quickly alerted himself, wanting to present the best of himself to his master. Paul saw Nigel in position and he was pleased that the boy had obeyed his commands. He walked past him to the sofa and and took up the camera. He pulled out the film and expose it to the light, then throw it into the dustbin. "Boy, stand up, into position, come nearer to me" "Yes sir!" Nigel stood up, his body was tensed in every parts. He walked akwardly towards Paul and stand besides him in position. "Look, boy, i shouldn't have used this camera to take down yr movements. I should have trusted you, our relationships should be based on trust and love. im sorry, u understand?" "Sorry sir, im sorry to had f**ked up, please don't say sorry to me, i understand that you love me alot, i love you too, sir!" Paul was totally melted by what Nigel had said. All throughout his experiences with other boyslaves, he never said sorry to anyone before. Now he knows that Nigel will be the jewel in his crown, the pride of his whole life. "Come, come and sit down here, right besides me!" "Oh ca..can i do that?" Nigel hesitated for a moment, he thought that he should have respect for his master, how can he sit down together with him. "Why not, you are my dearest slave that i could ever have, as long as you obey and respect me and not take my love for granted, you can...come here or else i will get angry!" "Yes sir, thank you sir!" Nigel went and sit besides Paul, still a bit stiff, he didn't know how to react but just to sit down on the sofa, back still arched, chest out and hands still above his bums. "Relax, boy, off with the formalities!" Paul shifted nearer to his slaveboy. He tooked off the nipple clamps. Nigel's nipples are now stiff and hard. Paul stroked on his nipples gently and caress it, trying to smooth the pain. "Still hurts?" "No" Nigel replied! "Come, lie on my lap." All the while, the two men gazes into each others' eyes. Paul starts to caress gently his boy's body. As they sit there in the couch comfortably, the evening sun setting, both locked lips. Paul begin kissing his boy, Nigel responding too. Both men embrace one another and ended up slouching in the couch for the whole evening. As Nigel and Paul both drifted into blissful dreams, Nigel still resting down on Paul's laps, night had already creeped in. Paul then tickle nigel on his abs and asked him to wake up. "Wake up, boy, let's go out for dinner!" Nigel went and have his face washed and in no minute at all appear before Paul, standing in position once again. Paul was pleased to see Nigel in position, this shows that he still understand that Paul is his master despite their love for one another. He thought to himself that theirs was truely a relationship based on love and respect. "Stay here, i'll go upstairs to take the necessary clothes that you will wear out." "Yes sir!" Paul then reappear with a set of clothes for his boy. A ripped army tank top in green, a pair of levis denim cutoffs, and a pair of black jockstrap. In no time at all, Nigel dressed himself up. Truely, he was an impressive sight, his biceps exposed showing defination rather than bulge, his butt was firm against the material of the cuttoffs. He's now ready to go off. but before that, Paul removed the dog collar from his neck annd replaced it with a stylish, thinner metal choker that looks more like a fashion accessory rather than a dog's collar. He did this because he doesn't want Nigel to be embarrassed also and at the same time, still reminding him of his position. Paul kissed Nigel on the cheek and both of them went out of the house into the car. Paul wanted to take Paul to a posh restaurant to celebrate their new found relationship with one another. Within ten minutes, they arrived at the restaurant. The place was upscale classy and posh. Nigel felt a little ashamed. He doesn't feel right in this kind of place with what he is wearing. Paul notice nigel's uncomfortableness and asked him what's wrong. "What's wrong? You don;t like this place?" "NO, master, its ookk with me.....!" Nigel replied, as he doesn't want Paul to be dissapointed. "Then let's go." Paul walked towards the restaurant with Nigel following him behind slowly. They entered into the restaurant. Indeed the place was posh. Victorian decorations with several chandeliers along the ceiling, impressive bar and a rich clientele. "hi, good evening sir, may i help you?" a waiter at a door attending to Paul. "A table for two please for me and my boy." "alright sir, please proceed in!" Nigel follow closely Paul noticing eyes roaming on him. He felt thoroughly uneasy. Paul sat down on the chair. The waiter wanted to show Nigel to the chair but Nigel didn't dare to sit down, he keeps his eyes on Paul. "Sit down, boy!" "Yes, SIR" "Give me two sets of sirloin steaks, wine for me and juice for the boy!" The waiter took the order and proceeded to process the order. Soon, they finished their dinner. While walking out of the restaurant, eyes were still mingling on Nigel, giving him a disapproving look on their faces. Paul realised that and took Nigel by the hand and exited quickly. They got into the car and Paul drove them to a nearby park. "Boy,i realised that you have been uncomfortable all night...would you want to tell me why?" paul asked gently but with a firm tone to it. "Sir, I jus felt uneasy with all those eyes peering at me, its not like the feeling in college whereby i..i noe that they are admiring me, this time round, i can feel the tension in their eyes. I felt ashamed and embarrassed..sir, i noe i shouldn't feel this way but i..." As he answers, his voice turns into little sobs. This is what makes Nigel wonderful, although he's a grown up man but he's able to let his emotions run free....Paul thought to himself, a true slave material, not just that but a man who is truthful and honest with his emotions. He loves him so much.... "Look boy, you should not be ashamed at all, those people have no place in our lives, u understand, we don't need their approval. A slave is not lowly, a slave is someone who is proud and confident enough to hand his life over to a master completely and love him with all his heart. You are one yourself, you are my slave, my boy and you must realise deep inside you, what matters most in your life is that YOUR MASTER LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD, and i do, u understand?" Paul speaks assuringly all the while looking into Nigel's eyes and stroking his hair. Nigel upon hearing this couldn't resist anymore but to embrace his master. He put his strong arms around his master's equally taut body and they locked up there in each other. Paul contiue to stroke Nigel's hair and that moment seems to be forever. Nigel was glad and assured. now he knows that what he had been thru so far is more than worthwhile, he knows in his heart that he had found a pillar of strength in his master, one who will never let him down. Paul was glad too. Nigel is the best thing that ever happen to him. He will cherish and nuture him into the perfect slave. As both men sat there in each other arms, they begin to dream of what lies ahead in their life. Soon the dawn breaks and the scene was beautiful....they both woke up. "Look, boy, look at the morning light, its so beautiful, come lets take a jog back to the car.!" "yea, its really beautiful especially in yr arms, sir!" Paul smiled..."come lets go, but first take off yr tank top first, i will want to see my boy's body glistening in the morning glow!" Nigel stripped off his tank top w/o any hesitation, flex a little to his master and started jogging. They got into the car and halfway thru' the journey, Paul decided its time to go shop for new clothes for his boy as he turned into the shopping area. It's saturday morning as the shopping area in town is always filled with people, especially with youths hanging around the malls. It is not a beachtown so everyone will be in their casuals. Seldom, people will be shirtless here. As Paul was turning into the carpark, he had a glimpse at Nigel and he thought that this will be a good time to see whether how has last night's talk at the park help him. The morning sun was shining brighter and as they got out of the car, Nigel stood there half naked awaiting Paul's instuction. Paul went over and tugged at his cutoffs playfully and drag him along. Along the way to the mall, there had been unwanted stares from the youths. However this time round, Nigel never even flinch, he still continued to walk behind Paul. Nigel was comfortable and Paul knows it and he was proud of his boy. They first went into a sports shop. There were several athletic college types trying out jerseys, caps and stuff. Paul went straight to the saleslady and ask her for some running shorts. The lady in no time at all presented to Paul some designs. Paul looked it over and found one that he particularly like. It is made of light material and its color is of the skin color. He took that and ask Nigel to try it out at the dressing room and wear it out afterwards... Nigel tried it and he found it to be pretty nice as it had a nice feel on his skin. He looks himself at the mirror and find the combination of black thongs and running shorts to be rather weird but nonetheless he came out of the dressing room. "Hmmn, its pretty fit on you, yea, come turn around for me to see, well the slits at the side are high enough, your butt fills the short rather well" Paul commented as he tapped a few times on Nigel's butt. The saleslady was abit amused and she giggled a bit. Nigel knows that and he begin to tell himself that it does not matter. Although there's not a strong struggle anymore but he stills feel embarassed and shy. He guess that it will takes time for him to be totally at ease and until that, he will try not to be ashamed, as he will not want to disappoint his master. "ok boy, why don't you put yr arms behind your head, i want to see how it looks when you flexed yr muscles..." Nigel obeyed and immediately placed his arms behind his head and showed it to his master. "ok, good, i will take this one for you, go and change now!" Paul slapped Nigel on his sides to signal him to get moving. After that Paul decided to move on to the real "shopping" deal. They got into the car and started on their journey to the a specialty area selling stuffs.services that shld really be his prime interest. They soon arrived. The area was quite big, and here its quite different form the earlier mall. There are noticebly lots of gays around. The shops here are pretty different as well. One particular shop looks pretty strange to nigel. there were whips and chains, and some other stuff which nigel had no idea of. Of course, Paul knows it too well. Paul decided to skip those shops first...and went into a hair salon. It's not like a normal salon at all. first the walls were painted a dark shade, on the walls there hang paintings of masters punishing their slaves. "Welcome sir, have a seat here, what would you like to drink?" A man in his early twenties approach Paul and showed him to a large sofa. The young man was dressed in black boxer and nothing else. "Gimme a cuppa of coffee!" "Yes, sir, it will come up pretty quick!" the young man responded. Nigel meanwhile was standing in "position", with his back arched, chest out and hands above his bum. He saw the young man's body and was surprised that there aren't any traces of body hair on his body, even his pits. He alwasy thought that men must have at least some hair, as a sign of manhood, but after seeing the young man, he had a different view now. He never knew that hairless man looks good, in fact better as the shape of a man's bodyline accentuates further without any hair. He stand there while his master is sipping the coffee, and soon it was his turn. "Hey, Paul, how are you?" A man that is his forties appeared and begin to embrace Paul. "what brings you here?" "Oh, i bought my boy here to have his "hair" done...!" "Ya well, you always do with yr other slaves, so this yr new acquired slaveboy." "Oh yes, he's not any other slave, he's my foster son and only recently my boy...!" "Ohhhhh...ermm...pretty goodlooking and look at his pecs, they are so taut and firm, only that the small amount of hair tracing the middle should be trimmed off....you really got yrself a great deal here huh..." The middle aged man exclaimed as he traces the muscles of Nigel's pecs and the visible crevice in the middle of his pecs. "you certainly got a good sense of humor huh, Joe, ok get on with yr job!" "oh ya certainly, you can't wait to see this fit young slave in his glorious hairless body rite...Come lets proceed to the "shaving" room...!" Joe slapped Nigel on his bum and proceed to the room. "Come pretty boy, lets go!" They went into the room and first Paul went on and introduce the middle aged man to Nigel. "Boy, this Sir here is my friend, you shall address him as "Master Joe", he will "cut yr hair" for you, make sure you obey and follow his instructions, is that understood?" "Yes SIR..." "I will be goin to do some stuff and i will return later to fetch you, joe i will live my boy in yr hands, make sure you do a good job!" With that, Paul walked out of the salon. "Strip, boy!" "Yes Master Joe!" Nigel stood of his cutoffs and pull down his thongs, he stood there now completely naked with his hands rested above his bums. Master Joe then went forward and played with Nigel's nipples...circling them and working into his pecs. "you got quite alot of hair but it will all be gone, ok come and placed your arms behind yr head, don't even flinch!" Nigel did as instructed. Joe then took up the razor and started shaving Nigel's pits, chest, the naval area, the crotch and finally his ass crack. In no time at all, nigel was as hairless as the day he was born. Joe then begin to check for even the slightest trace of hair but he found his skills to be perfect. "ok come over here!" Master Joe then begin to run his fingers over nigel's hairless bod. He begin to admire the musculature. He cupped nigel's balls in his hands and begin to pinch it softly, moving to his cock. "Bend yr ass for me!" "Yes. master Joe" "ermm...good, no amount of hair left....!" "Thank You Master Joe!" Nigel was left alone standing there in his new glory while Joe went about clearing up. Paul returned and upon seeing Nigel went and touch him. "Oh mine, you look gorgeous, boy!" "Thank you Sir." With that he ordered nigel to dress up but this time w/o the thongs, then he went and thanked joe for the help and paid him. They went out of the salon and into a supposedly tattoo shop. "Hi boss, i would you like you to mark my new boy!" The boss nodded and went around preparing for the job. He did not even checked out nigel's body as joe did. "One on the left pec, the name on the right pec, and one on the right upper arm, pls, the same intitials, the boy's name is nigel" "No problem, jus rest yrself over there and yr boy will be ready in a split second." The man went abt searching for the stuff and proceeded to do it. True enough, it was all done. The tattoos were still fresh and red but it already stands out on nigel's youthful and taut body. On his right pec "Slave Nigel", on the left pec, there's a barcode picture, and on the right upper arm writes "Property of Master Paul" on top of a picture of an eagle (Paul's initial). Paul admired the handiwork and smiled to nigel. Nigel felt his master's approval and smiled back radiantly. With that they kiss each other briefly and went out of the shop. With that, Paul decided it's time to go home. Its been a long day for nigel and himself. As both master and slave sat in the car, they were proud of each other. Paul's proud of his slaveboy and Nigel's proud of his master. Both men are truely deeply in love but as the journey continues, however Paul knows in his heart, its not gonna be "lovey-dovey" forever (he gotta start training Nigel)- afterall theirs was a master/slave relationship. As he drove on, he was excited abt the days ahead but he is sure, no matter wat, love will always be an important part in their relationship..... (Please send your comments, opinions about how the story should proceed/how slaveboy nigel should be trained, etc in my mailbox.)

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Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2002 01:40:49 -0400 From: Scott Westwood Subject: College Caper Chapter 3 WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between college age and older men. If this is not to your tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further. The story is copyrighted. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or web-sites without permission from the author. You may, however, send it to your friends in any form you wish, as long as no changes are made to this file. Parts of this story were inspired by my own experiences with fraternities. However, THIS story is mostly fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, may be accidental. Constructive comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames will be cheerfully (and totally) ignored. College Caper (MM, bd, sm, anal, whipping, cbt, initiation) Chapter 3 Thursday Evening -- Brett & Bobby (24 hours before the encounter with the Phi Sig Pledge Class) Having left Brett under Bobby's control, I rushed out of the garage and took up my position at the garage window. I was anxious to start working on Brett of course, BUT there was a new dimension now. Bobby had proved himself to be a real find. Not only could he take a lot of punishment but he really craved it. The kid's hormones were working overtime and I salivated at the thought of the training that lay ahead for this boyish red headed imp. Just how many times could he cum in a 24 hour period and under how much pain. Time would tell. I was about to see the other side of Bobby too. Unless I missed my guess, he was a natural and could both give and receive with a determination that staggered the imagination. For Brett, I suspected that he was about to find out that "paybacks are a bitch." As I looked across the garage, I could see Brett quickly removing his clothes. They were in fact Bobby's clothes any way and of course Bobby was wearing Brett's soccer uniform, well soaked in sweat from the heavy workout he went through before we left the manor. Not wanting to inflame Bobby's wrath, Brett was out of the clothes very quickly. He folded them neatly and placed them gently on the work table. Then he stood, naked, quivering in front of BOBBY! His own arrogance now completely evaporated. Brett was, of course, beautiful! Hahaha, all the boys that worked in my restaurants were hot. He was unlike Bobby in many ways. He had none of the "boyish" looks that Bobby had. His body was sculpted... not too much muscle.. highlighted pecs... defined abs... a chiseled face... thick light brown hair with a deep part over his left eye, and incredibly piercing green eyes! He exuded sexuality, and he knew it! This would be a VERY interesting encounter indeed. Bobby looked Brett's body up and down. He took his time, walking around and around. He said nothing as he licked his lips looking at Brett. For Brett, it was having the effect I had no doubt Bobby was looking for. Brett, the arrogant, self assured, star soccer player trembled in front of the cocky upstart, who had somehow been given total control of his body. At last, Bobby stood in front of Brett and ordered him to stand with legs spread and hands behind his head. Brett complied instantly, his now rock hard manhood standing in full salute. Then Bobby finally spoke. "Okay, you arrogant piece of slave shit, Master has ordered me to prepare you for a ride, and that is what I am gonna do! So Brett, do you remember what you did to me last night?" Brett quivered and said, "Yes!" I was on the edge of my seat! Bobby stepped right in front of Brett and took hold of his balls. He glared at Brett. "Brett, you stupid, shit? Unless I miss my guess, our Master has already trained you a lot. Isn't it true that once you begin a session, you are NOT to speak unless Master has given you permission?... If I am wrong, he will punish me... and I will take it." "So Brett, am I wrong about that?" Brett looked back at Bobby. He knew that Bobby was absolutely right and was overcome by the realization that this upstart pup had learned so much in so short a time. He was also aware that Bobby's hand was gripping his balls in a very threatening manner, so he did the only thing he could do... he remained silent and lowered his eyes in submission. Bobby smiled and squeezed Brett's balls, "Well good for you! Now we can get down to it." By now I was totally immersed in the drama that was unfolding before me. There was no way that I would cut this short. Bobby could have his way with Brett for as long as he wanted. After giving Brett's balls a final sadistic twist, Bobby released his grip and continued his prep. Standing in front of Brett, he slowly, and seductively stripped out of the soccer uniform he was wearing. When he had finished, he stood there naked, fully erect and smiled at Brett. The pile of sweaty soccer clothes was on the floor in front of him. Bobby approached Brett. He gestured at his own naked body and then at the pile of his clothes. "Don't worry Brett, I won't get dressed yet. You can fantasize about me all you want. Meanwhile, I am gonna do everything to you that you did to me last night and more." I could see that Brett was sweating. "Okay, Brett, let's start with the feely part." Bobby picked up the sweaty soccer shirt, hung it over Brett's face and then proceeded to feel every inch of Brett's hot body. Judging by Brett's reaction, Bobby's touch was like fire. By the time he had finished his erotic inspection, Brett's rock hard manhood was oozing gobs of precum. Noting Brett's condition, Bobby pulled the shirt away from his face, wiped Brett's precum on his fingers and held it up to Brett's nose. "Know what this is Brett?" Brett, did not speak. "Hahaha" Bobby roared, "I know you do, now lick it all off!" Brett quickly licked his juices from Bobby's fingers, then waited. As had been done to him, Bobby put a collar around Brett's neck then he grabbed some rope and tied it to Brett's engorged cock. He pulled the rope between Brett's legs, through his crack, up his back and secured it to the collar with the same taut line hitch that Brett had used. Bobby laughed as he tightened the hitch and watched as Brett's erect pole was pulled down between his legs. Brett's eyes began to glass over from the pain of this forced misdirection of his manhood. Next, Bobby applied the leather wrist and ankle restraints so that Brett would be ready for his upcoming bondage. Then there was a pause, as Bobby considered what next. Up until now, he had pretty much done everything that Brett had done to him. I was reasonably sure that he knew that when I entered I would order Brett to wash his toes, feet, cock, balls and pubes the way he had done to Brett. This left Bobby with coming up with a new task for Brett, which was to be from his own imagination. Bobby thought about this for some time as he circled Brett's quivering frame. After awhile, he went over to the table nearby and looked in the wooden chest. Judging by the look on his face he was excited and intrigued by what he saw. He picked up a leather parachute and examined it. I could tell he was not quite sure what it was. However since he had been reading about such things for some time, he quickly figured it out, picked up a couple of small weights and returned to Brett. He held them up in front of Brett's eyes, then placed them on the floor in front of him. Bobby went back to the chest and returned with a simple D clamp. He walked behind Brett, pulled his hands down behind his back and secured his wrists with the clamp. He reached down, picked up the parachute and snapped it tightly around Brett's low hanging ball sack. He put on both of the small weights and smiled devilishly as he let them drop from his hand. Brett moaned as the weights pulled his sac towards the floor. Bobby walked around Brett, admiring his handiwork. I had to admit, it was an awesome sight. There stood, young Bobby, naked, with his smooth, energized teen toned body and ever present erection, in front of a sweating and quivering Brett. And what a sight Brett now made. Naked, legs spread wide, leather collar, ankle and wrist restraints, monster hardon secured by a rope that pulled it down between his legs, ball sac stretched towards the floor and wrists behind his back. Yes it was a sight indeed. Another moment passed, then Bobby looked around the room. He saw what he was looking for and then began lighting the candles that were scattered about. When he was through, he switched off the lights, grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Brett. He waited for almost ten minutes before giving Brett his next order. "Okay Brett, I want Master to be able to see your body glistening with sweat when I bring him in. Now, start running in place... slowly. Brett took a deep, resigned breath and carefully pulled his legs together, and began running in place slowly. It took him awhile to get the hang of it with his hard manhood being pulled towards the floor and weights hanging from his balls. Eventually he was able to get the right running stance and was working himself into a decent rhythm. Throughout all of this, Brett remained absolutely rock hard. As I stared in awe, I came to the realization that these two hungry puppies were pretty evenly matched after all. Both were self assured about their bodies and their ability to succeed at any task. While Brett's strength stemmed from an arrogant confidence, Bobby's strength came from a reckless confidence. And both possessed a boldness that was somehow connected to insatiable sexual desires. Yes they made quite a pair. Bobby watched for awhile, telling Brett to pick up the pace from time. Brett complied immediately, running harder while staring smugly back at Bobby. After 30 minutes of this, Brett was breathing very heavily. His body glistened with sweat and he was struggling to keep the pain in his cock and balls at bay. Though his cock was still pulled tightly down between his legs, it's constant hardness was like a flag of defiance towards Bobby. And Brett would not lower that flag. Finally Bobby seemed pleased with his prep work. He told Brett to stop running. Brett did so immediately. Following Bobby's next order, Brett spread his legs wide and began catching his breath. As soon as his breathing seemed pretty normal, Bobby grabbed the sweaty jockstrap he had warn during his workout, balled it up and forced it into Brett's mouth. Satisfied at last, Bobby turned away, and headed towards the garage door. He made no move to retrieve any of his clothes. As soon as he came through the door, into the hallway, I called his name and he rushed over to me. "Brett is prepared for you Master. I hope you will be pleased." He smiled. I chuckled, "Well Bobby, from what I can see he has been well prepared. Now we need to have him return the tongue wash favor to you and we can get him into the van." Bobby seemed very happy. I made no move to leave and looked at Bobby's face. He was considering something. I decided to help him along. "Bobby, you can speak freely right now and may even ask some questions. So, what's on your mind?" "Well, sir, it's like this... and I hope I am not asking too much... I know I just started with you... and I know this may sound corny... but this does feel so right too me. I have dreamed about this for so long now... and I want to run with it..." I smiled at Bobby, knowingly, and encouraged him to proceed, "Go on Bobby." He really looked like a scared yet hopeful little kid now. "Sir, I wanted you to know that since this is a long weekend, all my Friday professors have given us a reading assignment for tomorrow, so I don't have any of my usual classes. And if this is too much to ask already, I'll understand, I am after all the new kid on the block..." I waited, and was rewarded as Bobby took a deep breath and spit it out, "If you could use me, I would be happy to help you with Brett some more... or even do some more training myself." His confidence wavered slightly as he stood before me, unsure if he had gone too far. His cock began to soften. I stood there for a moment and just stared at him. He tried to return the stare, but started to glance down nervously. Finally I laughed and reached over patting him on the shoulder. "I'll tell you what Bobby, I am gonna take you up on your offer, but not perhaps in the way you might think. I will take you with me tonight and you will be put through everything that Brett goes through. What's more, you and he will also do some team building as well. This will take you through till morning. At which time I will bring both of you back here so you can rest up. Then you will report to the restaurant late Friday afternoon to start work. Brett will be working this weekend too and he will help you along." Bobby's cock answered before he did. He smiled, and snapped to attention. "Thank you sir, you won't we regret this." He followed me back into the garage. As we approached, Brett immediately dropped to his knees. He leaned forward, touched his forehead to the floor in front of me and then in front of Bobby. Then he sat back up, leaned back on his legs, and slowly lowered himself back until his upper back touched the floor with his legs spread wide and bent back under him. With his hands secured behind his back, cock in bondage the way it was and the parachute on his balls, it was not an easy task. But, there he was, in that beautiful "present" position now, body glistening with sweat, chest heaving up and down and his sex organs painfully aroused. I stared in awe for several long moments. If I gave in to my desires, I would tear off my own clothes and shoot a load onto that wondrous body. I sighed and then spoke. "Well done Brett. You can stand up now." Brett struggled to his feet and stood before me. I looked at Bobby, who then walked over and stood beside Brett. I stepped closer to Brett and removed the jock strap from his mouth, then stepped back. "Well, both of you have done well this evening so far. We need to move along right now. This is going to be new territory for both of you. It WILL also be a very real challenge." They looked at each other, then back at me. And I saw it clearly as day.... by the way they looked at each other... the way they stood and waited. The strength in both was fully charged, Brett's based firmly on an arrogant confidence and Bobby's on one of recklessness. I had thrown down a gauntlet, and both had picked it up at the same time. Neither would let go unless the other did first. Yes this was going to be a wild ride. I proceeded. "Okay for the next couple of minutes you two may speak openly as needed. Brett Bobby has prepared you and we're going to head out to the manor. Bobby, gather up your clothes and Brett's soccer uniform and put them in the van." Bobby jumped to it and quickly completed the assigned task. He walked back over and stood beside Brett. "Okay," I continued. "Since you are both pretty even right now..." Bobby looked up at me and said quickly, "Uh, sir, sorry to interrupt, but we're not really even. I mean look at Brett, he's been prepared, I haven't been. It wouldn't be fair to him." Before I could respond, Brett chimed in, "Hey don't worry about me boy, I can handle it. Don't put yourself out on my account!" He looked at me and declared, "That's okay, sir, we can continue." I looked at Bobby, "Is that okay with you Bobby?" Bobby glanced over at Brett then looked at me imploringly. "Not really sir, I would just as soon start out even with him. So if it is not too much trouble, could you prepare me?" Brett started to protest again, but I motioned him silent. I walked over to the chest and gathered up everything I needed. Bobby stood silently as I quickly secured him the same manner as Brett... cock tied off with a rope pulled between his legs, through his crack with the end of the rope tied to the back of a collar. I looked over at Brett and carefully tightened the rope so that Bobby's hard cock was pulled down at exactly the same painful angle as Brett's. I completed my handiwork by adding a pair of ankle restraints to Bobby and then securing his wrists tightly behind his back. I also added a parachute to Bobby's balls with the same amount of weight as Brett's. I laughed and stepped back. "Will that do Bobby?" "Uh, just one more thing sir... I have to do the run!" I glanced at Brett who smiled back at me. I wasn't sure but, I got the distinct feeling that Brett was impressed. I laughed again. "Okay, Bobby, as I recall it took a good 30 minutes. We can do that. Brett, you command Bobby through this part." Brett shouted at Bobby and had him start to run in place. During the next 30 minutes, I stood beside Brett, lightly massaging his shoulders and arms as he continued ordering Bobby through his bound run in place. By the time it was over, Bobby was covered with sweat. His balls were aching for release in many ways. I let him catch his breath, then inquired, "So Bobby, are you satisfied?" Bobby replied enthusiastically. "Yes sir." I took the opportunity to allow then to replace some of the fluid they had lost through exertion. I grabbed some sports drinks from the office frig and held them up to allow them to drink their fill. Before we left Brett had one thing left to do and we moved onto that now. I brought a chair over and had Bobby sit in it. Brett worked his way onto his knees, bent over, and proceeded to wash Bobby's sweaty feet with his mouth and tongue. He did a nice job too. After he licked the top and sides of Bobby's feet, he worked on the soles. Bobby was moaning with delight and giggling. As Brett moved on to Bobby's toes I stepped back for a slightly wider view. The site of these two naked young men, cock and balls bound, hands secured behind them was exciting enough. But there was Brett, the star soccer player stud on his knees sucking the toes of this sweaty cute dude. It was very, very hot. I watched in awe as Brett sucked and licked everyone of Bobby's toes... then began working his tongue up the inside of Bobby's leg, towards manhood central. I helped things a long at this point by quickly removing the rope from their cocks and the parachutes from their balls... their cocks both sprang to full alert. There hands remained bound behind them. Bobby inched himself to the edge of the chair, giving Brett full access to everything Brett needed. Brett's tongue slowly moved across Bobby's inner thigh and reached his balls. He licked the balls, then took each ball into his mouth and swished it around... like a washing machine I thought. He carefully cleaned Bobby's aching manhood with his tongue and then buried his mouth in Bobby's pubes, determined to suck every hair clean. It was obvious to me now what was going on, the competition had begun, and Brett was showing that he could do a better job than Bobby had done. As to Bobby, well, he had everything he could do to keep from losing control of his burning manhood juice. He was working hard to control his breathing. When at last Brett was finished, he sat back on his ankles and smiled at me. I looked at Bobby, he was breathing hard, his face was contorted and he was fighting a tough battle to keep from cumming. "How about you Bobby, satisfied?" Bobby could not speak for fear of losing that control... he just smiled at me and nodded. "Well okay then boys, let's head to the van." Brett jumped to his feet. Bobby followed suit, and regained full control. They walked over to the back of the van and waited. I turned on the garage light and blew out all the candles. I grabbed a couple of more items from the chest and then climbed into the back of the van, motioning them to follow. They climbed in as well, being careful not to lose their balance with their hands still bound behind them. They knelt side by side facing me. "Okay, this is the way things are going to be tonight. You two are going to be facing a series of challenges and manhood tests. In order to complete them, you will have to work together at times. There will be some individual tests as well. If you face a challenge that requires individual effort, and one of you fails, both will receive a penalty. If you both fail, one of you will be singled out for a very hard penalty. Understood?" They both said, "Yes, sir." Until I say otherwise, you two are free to talk to each other, but only enough to complete the task at hand. Understood?" They confirmed, "Yes, sir!" "And finally boys in order to be successful and be able to move on, you must both make it to the morning without giving up. If either of you do, we will come back at another time and start again. Remember also boys the safe word procedure. They are always there for you." They acknowledged this and then I told them to lie down on the van floor on their sides, facing each other. They did as they were told and were quickly lying face to face and groin to groin. I climbed beside each of them and carefully inserted a medium butt plug into each them. Despite the previous use, both of their holes were still enticingly tight. Then I placed both of them into sideways hog-ties by securing their ankle restraints and attaching them to their wrists. Finally, I grabbed their long hard cocks and held them together. I took a small cylindrical vibrator and laid it between their cocks. Then I wrapped duct tape around the two cocks and vibrator package. The two boys were now secured, with Bobby's cockhead poking into Brett's pubes and Brett's cockhead probing Bobby's balls, and the vibrator held firmly along the length of both of their cocks. I leaned between their faces, "Okay boys, I think you have the picture. Neither of you is allowed to CUM. You may talk to each other, but you WILL not speak to me unless I give you permission first." I could see that they understood. Both looked pretty nervous at this point. I reached between them, switched the vibrator to a stroking vibration, medium intensity and climbed up to the driver's seat. At this particular setting, the vibrations would slowly move up and down the cylinder, like a slowly moving vibrating finger. The garage door sprang open after I clicked the remote opener and closed behind us as we headed out to the manor. I had planned a longer drive to let them "enjoy" the challenge. After we had gone a few miles, I pulled into a fast food restaurant. No one could see into the back of the van so there was no problem. I went in side and came back with a bag of burgers, some fries and shakes. We drove off and then after about ten minutes I found a quiet spot to pull over. I climbed into the back of the van, opened a wrapper and placed a giant deluxe burger on the floor between Brett and Bobby's faces. "Okay, you two, I want you to share and eat this all up. And when you are done I expect to see clean mouths and faces." I spread the wrapper out further, poured out a pile of fries and squeezed ketchup all over them." "When you are done, I'll let you have a drink." I returned to the front seat and started eating, listening to the two of them talking and working on the food. They were both quite bright. After some initial struggling, they figured how to work together. While one held the burger in his mouth, the other would take a bite. Then they would reverse roles. The fries were not a big problem. By the time they had eaten everything, their faces were splashed with ketchup, mustard mayo and bits of food. Wasting no time, they licked each others face clean and waited. I returned to the back and placed a milkshake between them. Once more they worked together, nudging the shake back and forth, one supporting the side of the cup as the other drank. As I picked up the trash, I could see the vibrator was starting to have an effect on Bobby. He was beginning that controlled breathing and his butt cheeks were tightly clenched. We drove off again and I continued my long route to the manor. As we drove, I listened as Brett began whispering words of encouragement to Bobby who was having a very rough time. Bobby apologized to Brett several times for being so sensitive. Brett yelled at Bobby to look him right in the eye and to listen to what he said. As Brett assumed control he slowly and methodically talked Bobby through the challenge. With each desperate moment he helped Bobby retain control, sometimes with stern commands, other times with gentle encouragement. As I would discover later that night, this dynamic would be completely reversed as Bobby would help talk Brett through some of the more painful challenges. When we arrived at the manor, I released their ankles from the hog-tie and then I helped the two of them out of the van. I left their cocks bound together, but switched the vibrator off and told them to wait behind the van. I hurried down into the basement, lit a large number of candles and moved a few pieces of equipment into place. Then I went back upstairs, called to the boys and told them to come downstairs. I enjoyed watching my two "joined at the cock" studs, work their way into the basement dungeon. I directed them to stand in the middle of the dungeon. I stood beside them, patted my hands on their faces and kissed them gently. "You two are making me very, very proud and happy. I am looking forward to great things from both of you." I kissed them again and rustled their hair. Both stood proudly, waiting eagerly for their next challenge. So, I proceeded. I released their arms from behind their backs and took a little time to massage their arms and shoulders. Then I pulled their arms over their heads and secured them to chains that hung from the ceiling. I tightened the chains enough to ensure that they were stretched fairly taut, but could still stand on their feet. Then I attached ball stretchers to both of them... and connected them together with a light chain. I hung two small weights on the chain between them and was satisfied to see all four balls tugged gently towards the ground. Then I checked to ensure that their small butt plugs were still secure. So there they were, my two beautiful slave boys, their hard cocks bound together by duct tape, balls stretched and joined by a weighted chain, arms secured overhead. "Boys, we are about to open a new door for the two of you. I suspected from the start that you were both special and yearned for more than just the usual play. If I am wrong, tell me so, and we will continue along, shall we say more traditional lines of play. If not and you understand what I am saying, then tell me that also. You are now both free to speak to me. They looked at each other, thought for awhile then looked at me. Brett began. "Sir, to be honest with you, in the beginning I did it cause it was different and exciting, and well, gave me the best orgasms I've ever had and I really do want to continue serving you. But as I said, lately I have been wanting more... something really deep. I know it will not be easy, but it's what I want. And... he stammered... well, somehow doing this with Bobby.... well, uh feels very very right..." He looked at me pleadingly then at Bobby, whose eyes watered. They just stared at each other for a moment. They were connected in more way than the bonds. Brett's lip quivered. I had no doubt that this was the first time he had ever been this open and he was scared. Bobby held Brett's gaze for a few more moments, then I saw that impish smile of his as he turned to me. "So Master, is this the part in the movie where we are supposed to kiss?" he winked. Brett snapped out of his dreamlike state and yelled at Bobby. "Damn it Bobby, that was tough enough for me to say without you clowning around!" I couldn't break in, this was just too precious a moment. Bobby laughed and then spoke directly to Brett. "I'm sorry Brett, I just couldn't resist. I get a little nervous sometimes about, you know feelings and emotional stuff, especially when they are so similar to my own." He let that sink in. Now it was Brett's turn to get teary eyed. Bobby looked at me and continued. "Sir, I can't explain it but when I came to you for the job... I knew right from the start that it was more than that. I could read between the lines, widescreen. I knew there was sex in the deal. That's why I went ahead even after you told me I could have the job without it. All my life I have had these feelings for guys. Though I have fooled around with guys and girls, I always came away empty. I remembered some of the things my friends and I did when I was young... you know the sex games... bets... dares... and such. They made me so hot. Then a couple of years ago, I started digging into these web sites about BDSM and such. I couldn't get enough, I knew I wanted it but was scared as hell. Probably because I knew how badly I needed it. That's when you came along sir. As soon as you told me that hokey story about the training..." Bobby stopped and froze. "Uh sorry sir, uh..." I laughed, "That's okay Bobby, go on, you're doing fine." He seemed reassured. "So like I said, I sensed this might be it. It was weird. So what if this old fart needed to get off torturing me...." This time he really froze with a look of panic. Before I could respond Brett chimed in, "Damn Bobby, easy man, what the hell are you trying to do, make it even harder?" Bobby thought for a moment and looked at Brett, "Oh geeze, I sometimes blab too much I know." Brett gave him the evil eye, "You're damn right you do, now cool it. I think he knows that already and is understanding enough not to get too upset, well maybe except for the old fart comment...isn't that so sir?" Brett looked towards me. I had everything I could do to keep from busting a gut right then and there. These two were clearly a pair. "Well Brett, you are right on all counts. I appreciate Bobby's openness but I will have to punish both of you for that old fart remark... it was disrespect." Brett looked back at Bobby as if to say, 'SEE.' Bobby's look of panic was gone now, replaced for a moment by that dang impish grin. He continued, "Anyway, I am sorry sir, but I know this is what I have been waiting for all my life. I want the deep stuff as well and I know that you can give it to us." He smiled at me and then at Brett. Ah yes, Brett, that cocky, arrogant jock. Seen by all as the commander of his own destiny. Chased by girls and boys, but afraid to open up to any single one. He had caught Bobby's final word "us" and was completely overcome. Bobby smiled and looked at Brett. "Now don't get too much of a swelled head about this...." He looked down at their enjoined cocks. "Or anything else." He laughed. "Dammit Bobby, you are such an absolute shit..." Brett was yelling at Bobby now and would probably have gone on longer if I had let it. I slapped both of them on the ass hard and said, "Okay, you two, now shut up and kiss!" They did and what a passionate kiss it was. They held it a long time until Brett broke it off, concerned about the gyrations beginning in Bobby's groin. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around them both and spoke softly. "Well boys, now this is where I am coming from. It is true, I do get off playing with guys. Playing hard at times I will add. Over the years I have trained many slave boys and no doubt I will train many more. But with the two of you, I have found something I thought I would never find, and I am very excited." "If you are both sure of this, I will continue your training and development. You know I will be tough on you both, very tough, but I will also take care of you. So are you completely sure?" They looked at each other for a moment and then said in perfect unison, "YES SIR!" I smiled, patted them on the shoulders and spoke firmly, "Very well my two hungry slave boys, listen carefully. You are now back under my orders. You may not speak to me without permission. You may continue to speak to each other but only as little as possible. This is not a gab fest!" Brett glared at Bobby. "Throughout the rest of the night and for the rest of the weekend, you will not touch your own cock, balls or ass with your own hand." They looked a little concerned. I continued. "If you need to pee, your partner here will go with you and hold your dick so you can pee. If you need to shit, your partner will wipe your ass with toilet paper when you are done. If you need to shower, your partner will wash those areas for you. And if you somehow earn the right to cum, your partner will also do that to you. This will continue until Monday evening. And Brett, while you two are at the restaurant, you may use the bathroom in my private office. Out side of that, you have to figure things out. Understood? They looked at me and nodded. "Very well, we will proceed." I noted that their cocks had softened a bit so I decided to get something out of the way. "Now since you two are softer now, and probably have to pee, I want you both to do so right now." They both looked shocked. Brett paled and looked like he was gonna cry from the shame. I smacked them both on the ass and shouted, "DO IT NOW!" It actually didn't take long. Bobby started first. He was just soft enough to do it, albeit a little painfully. His cock was still in the same position, aiming right at Brett's pubes. Releasing his bladder Bobby glanced down as his warm yellow stream flooded Brett's pubes and ran down his legs and balls. Brett was flushed with embarrassment. Bobby noted this and encouraged him. "Come on Brett, it's okay man, just do it." Brett looked at Bobby, found what he needed and then released. Bobby winced as a torrent of warm piss shot into his balls. It splashed over his thighs and legs and dripped from his balls. Brett was whimpering aloud. I waited until the drops of piss trickled off than reached in and switched the vibrator back on high. It didn't take long. When they were both rock hard again, I switched the vibrator off. "Now boys, for this next challenge, you will both need to select a paddle and a whip. When I point to the one you want, nod your head. Brett you select first." I walked over to the wall rack. For a paddle, Brett chose a heavy ping pong paddle covered with a sandpaper surface. He selected a leather belt from the whipping rack. Booby took his time and eventually chose a nasty looking paddle covered with tiny stubs and a very impressive leather tawse, with three leather tongues. >From experience I knew that, when used properly it could produce considerable pain but not much real damage. I placed the implements on a table nearby. Then I explained the challenge. "For the next hour, you will take turns sharing all the things you feel badly about having done up to this point in your life... wrongs your have committed... things you wish you could take back and so on. You will hold nothing back, nothing at all. Brett, you will confess one thing, and a punishment lash or paddle will be deliverd... then you Bobby. We will go back and forth for the full hour. I expect both of you to didg deep and get it all out to each other now." I could see they both understood. As I said, both were very bright. And both looked very nervous. Sweat began dripping from their armpits. "Oh yes, and one final thing, Brett, I will be using the punishment items that Bobby chose on you and vice versa." Brett's eyes widened as he looked again at the items Bobby had chosen. He knew both were very painful. Bobby looked like he was gonna protest, but a sharp nudge from Brett stopped him. I smiled, "Very well, Bobby, you begin." Bobby thought for a moment then looked Brett in the eye and confessed that he had stolen money from his best friend's drawer several times when he was 8 years old. I picked up the studded paddle and delivered a very hard 'SMACK' to Brett's beautiful white ass. Brett gasped rather loudly, from both the pain and the surprise. "Now you two understand how this works. You each will be punished for the other's wrongs! As I said, I expect you to be completely honest, hold nothing back." And so it continued for the next hour. As each confessed a wrong, the other received punishment. Using tawse, belt, ping pong paddle and the heavy studded paddle I methodically worked there backs, butts and thighs until they were bright red and covered with welts and red marks. I knew they looked worse than they were and would be gone in a few days. Bobby got the worse end of the deal. Brett had done some pretty nasty stuff once he learned how to use his good looks to get what he wanted. As the end of the hour neared, I switched the vibrator back on high. They had never lost their original hardness during the whole challenge, now they began to undulate in perfect harmony with each other. Tears filled their eyes. I could tell that they had been very thorough. The last few confessions were trivial in nature. I approached them and held both of them firmly by the back of the neck and declared. "Boys, you have both done well but I know that you both have one last confession to make and it is about each other. There will be one more lash for each of you as soon as you both confess." They both looked at me in knowing horror, then looked at each other in full surrender. Brett spoke first. "Bobby, I am so sorry man, I hated you when we first met, I wanted you to fail, I tried to make you fail." He cried deeply as Bobby spoke, "Brett, oh god, I'm sorry too, I really hated you and wanted to get back at you in the worst sort of way, maybe even take your place." They gazed into each others eyes and just cried. I looked at their cocks, bound as one, and saw the signs in their balls. In one fluid movement, I reached in, switched the vibrator to full power, grabbed the tawse and delivered a mighty blow across both of their burning asses in quick succession. They screamed loudly as I saw the balls weights rising as their balls contracted upwards to the base of their burning manhood. Another incredible scream echoed across the basement as both of them came in what could only be described as the most explosive orgasm I have ever seen. Wave after wave of hot cum shot out of Brett's cock head, plowing into Bobby's balls and splattering in every direction. Bobby's head erupted at the same time, pouring sheets of man seed into Brett's thick bush which wasn't thick enough to absorb it all. Soon small trickles of Bobby's cum were running down Brett's legs. Matching my hand movements to there perfectly synchronized pelvic gyrations, I grabbed there balls firmly and squeezed gently as they continued to deliver their seed onto each other. When at last it subsided, they slumped in their restraints, moaning softly. I quickly removed the ball weights, separators, and unwrapped their bound cocks. I then released them from the ceiling chains and gently lowered each to the floor. They immediately wrapped their arms around each other and snuggled warmly, in the middle of a sea of urine and cum. I left them that way for at least a half an hour, then returned to find them both sound asleep. I carefully carried each of them to cells at opposite ends of the cell row. I laid them both on there stomachs on a soft blanket and spent the next hour going back and forth between their cells, applying a soothing ointment to there backs, butts and thighs. By the end of the hour, the redness on both of them had faded from bright crimson to a warmer shade of red and many of the smaller tawse and belt marks were already receding. Sitting was gonna be tough for both of them for several days though. As I finished ministering to each, they both hugged me hard and long! I told each to eat and drink and relax for another hour and that I would return to see if they were ready to continue. I left a large bottle of spring water and a plate of hot food in each of their cells and then locked the doors and left the room. When I returned, both were standing expectantly at the door to their cells. As soon as they saw me, they dropped to their knees, touched their heads to the floor and then dropped backwards into the "present" position. Made slightly more challenging now given the tender nature of backs, thighs and butts. I went to each cell in turn and walked my slave boys to the center of the room. I motioned to them, and they put hands behind their heads and spread there legs. They looked poised and confident, in spite of the fact that the fronts of their bodies were splattered all over with dried cum and smelled of urine. "Well boys, you have both done very well. Is there any reason we should not proceed?" They glanced at each other and shook there heads. I smiled and then proceeded. "Very well boys. Get down on all fours and face the bucket you see behind you." They did as they were told. "The bucket is filled with hot soapy water and you have a task to perform to perform, before we begin. You will now remove the butt plugs from each other without using your hands and drop them in the bucket. Though you may help the plug along, your partner is to do most of the work to get it out of you." They looked at me then at each other. Bobby smiled and said, "Okay, Brett, I'll go first... lower your chest to the ground." Brett did as Bobby asked and waited while Bobby crawled around behind him. He braced himself as Bobby worked his mouth between Brett's cheeks and took hold of the butt plug with his teeth. Bobby started tugging at the plug and crawling backwards. Brett braced himself and tried to help a little by relaxing his muscles. Bobby started to jerk the plug out with some forceful backward moves as Brett strained to keep from being pulled over. It was another beautiful image, the hot naked jock on his knees on the floor, butt in the air and the another hot young man on all fours behind him, with his face in his ass tugging at a butt plug with his teeth. After a solid 15 minutes of groans and a lot of sweat, the plug finally began to budge. As soon as Bobby felt Brett's tight hole giving way, he began pulling with all his might. He braced himself and then made one huge lunge backward. Brett screamed as the plug popped out of his tight hole. Meanwhile, Bobby trotted over to the bucket on his hands and knees and dropped the plug into the hot soapy water. He crawled back to Brett... lowered his chest to the floor, ass in the air and said, "Go to it buddy." Brett took his place behind Bobby and began working his mouth into Bobby's crack. Somehow he managed to bite down on the end of the plug that was buried deep inside Bobby's tight little hole. He braced himself and began pulling as hard as he could. For the next 30 minutes I had a ringside seat to the most incredible show. Brett tugged and pulled... to no avail. He had Bobby assume a variety of the most humiliating positions imaginable to try and get enough leverage to pull the plug out. Nothing worked. As they lay on the floor, side by side, sweating like big dogs, Brett looked over at Bobby, panting. "Listen dude, I am just about spent. Every muscle is aching. But I have an idea." Brett directed Bobby's attention to a table near the corner of the room. It was a large oaken table with a stone pillar sticking up through the center. The table had actually been built around the pillar. "Go over and get up on that table. Wrap your arms tightly around that pillar then crouch down, with your ass sticking out over the edge." Bobby complied and was quickly in position. Brett caught his breath then crouched behind Bobby's exposed ass. "Now in just a second, Bobby. As soon as you feel me bite down on the plug, I want you to pull yourself closer to the pillar. Then just hang on for dear life and don't you damn let go!" I could see what Brett had planned and positioned myself on the floor behind him. I whispered in Brett's ear, "Don't worry boy, I'll catch you." At this point, Brett rose up and took hold of Bobby's plug with his teeth. Bobby pulled himself closer to the pillar, causing his butt to rise up more. In an amazing display of athleticism, Brett got his feet up on the edge of the table and leaned back. Brett was now suspended in the air by his teeth that were locked on the plug in Bobby's ass. I slid beneath Brett and waited to brace his fall. Bobby was now screaming out load. The pressure on his hole was unreal. Then, in one quick motion, Brett forced his knees into a straight leg position. Their two bodies rose a little higher. Bobby screamed and screamed as Brett's full weight finally forced the plug out. Brett dropped on top of me, the plug still in his mouth, then after a moment simply trotted over and dropped the plug in the bucket. Bobby let go of the pillar, climbed off the table and walked over to Brett. I clapped my hands and then inquired, "By any chance do you two studs need to relieve yourselves?" They nodded. "Okay, you know where the bathroom is upstairs. You may use that, just remember the rules." They headed upstairs with Bobby in the lead. He looked back at Brett as they bounced up the stairs, "Come on 'ass-wipe'" he laughed. Brett smacked him on the ass and said, "Okay cock-holder." While the two took care of business upstairs, I took care of mine. I pulled the heavy work bench that I used for spankings and such to the center of the room and latched it to the floor. It now stood facing the St. Andrew's Cross. Then I pulled a small table closer to the cross. I covered it with a black cloth and placed two gallon jars on it. One was painted red, the other white. Both held a number of pieces of folded white paper. I moved a few more floor stand candle holders closer to the bench and the table and lit the candles. When Brett and Bobby returned, I was standing in front of the cross with my arms crossed, dressed in a hooded Crimson robe. Their demeanors changed very quickly as they approached me. They nodded to each other and then dropped to their knees and went through the present routine. A moment passed and I had them stand. I looked at Brett and said, "Boy, you will now secure Bobby on the bench!" Brett led a nervous Bobby to the bench. He forced Bobby onto the bench, with his ass in the air. Brett spread Bobby's legs and attached his ankle restraints to the bench legs. He walked around to the front and secured Bobby's wrists to the front legs. On this particular bench, Bobby's stomach wrested on the bench top. His ass pointed into the air and his genitals hung completely free and clear. In this position I had complete access to Bobby's ass and private parts. I next motioned Brett to the cross. He walked over, leaned with his back to the cross and obediently spread his arms and legs wide. It took just a few moments to secure wrists and ankles to the cross. Both slave boys were now completely at my mercy. "Well, my boys, we have arrived at tonight's final challenge. You will both be tested. On the table before you, you see two jars. One red, the other white. The red jar contains penalties suitable for some one secured as you are Bobby, the white one contains ones suitable for someone in your position Brett. We will begin the challenge after I complete Bobby's preparation. Both boys looked excited, but scared. I walked over to a chest, retrieved an object and approached Bobby. His eyes widened as he saw it was the "Water-bater." That great device for masturbatory torture. It consisted of a long plastic cylindrical tube whose walls were filled with water. There was also a heating element that warmed the water in the walls and a constriction band that moved up and down whatever shaft found itself locked in the tube. I squirted some lube into the tube then slide it over Bobby's hard member and secured to him with a strap around his balls. "Now Bobby, my sweet slave, you had this on your manhood last night and know what it can do. What you don't know is that it actually has ten levels. At a level one, the water is just warm enough... the constriction band is at it's loosest setting, and the speed of the band moving up and down you is at it's slowest. With each level, the water grows hotter... the band tighter and the jacking faster... so I think you get the picture." Bobby looked pale. Brett was the same. "You both remember how to use those little safe words?"... they nodded. "And, you remember how to grunt should you find yourself unable to speak?" Bobby nodded. "Now here is how this fun little game works. In a moment I will switch the water-bater on its setting 2. Then we will wait." I walked back to Bobby, wrapped a leather strap around his forehead and then pulled it back so that Bobby's head was up and facing Brett. I secured the strap with a rope so that Bobby could not lower his face. "Bobby, your eyes will remain open at all times and you will keep them on Brett." I switched the water-bater on and continued. "Everytime Bobby reaches a climax, wet or dry, I will turn the setting up one level. I will also pull a Penalty slip from the white jar and carryout the penalty on Brett's body. If Brett screams or says anything other than the slightest moan during the Penalty, I will pull a penalty from the red jar and perform it on Bobby. In addition, I will turn the Water-bater up one level. They shook with fear and excitement. An excitement that was further confirmed by a distinct rise in Brett's manhood. Then I pulled up a chair and took a seat. I let them this way for just a few minutes, thinking, this wouldn't be so bad. At last I rose to my feet and walked between them. At this point, I need to share a little something about my own body, though I was 40, I was still in halfway decent shape. I have a strong hairy chest, soft, but reasonably flat stomach and I am very well endowed. The chubby face that bothered me all my life and resisted every attempt to thin it is in direct contrast, to the rest of my body. With slow but deliberate motions, I opened my robe and let it drop to the floor. I stood naked before them. I smiled at both, then approached Brett. Bobby's eyes widened. I stood next to Brett and began tasting his neck, ears and cheeks. The effect on Bobby was electric. What had been a walk in the park moments before, was now a real challenge. To Bobby, this enfolding scene of his Master taking Brett, was a monster turn on. He started bucking on the bench and was breathing hard. Bobby watched wide-eyed as I stuck my tongue into Brett's ear and then let out a loud "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as he shot his load towards us. As his spasms subsided, he looked dejected. I turned the Water-bater to level 3 and then approached the white jar and pulled out a slip of paper. "Ten lashes with a riding crop -- cock and balls" I read out loud. Brett quivered. I immediately retrieved the small riding crop along with a short length of leather lace and walked over to Brett. I tied the lace around his cockhead and pulled his cock straight out in front of him with my left hand as the crop poised above Brett's cock with my right. I delivered the first blow to his rock hard manhood. It was hard, but not very hard. Brett shook, but did not speak. Four more lashes followed in quick succession, each harder than the one before. Brett moaned a little but kept his control. "Five to go" I announced. "SMACK", I landed a very hard one on Brett's quivering pole. Again he shook, but do not make a sound. Then I pulled the leather lace up towards Brett's chest. His cock stood straight up and the fleshy underside was now exposed for my attention. "SMACK", I lashed at his cock's sensitive underside. He thrashed on the cross and moaned slightly. I touched the crop to his exposed balls, and smiled as he gritted his teeth in preparation. "SMACK", the blow fell across his balls. It wasn't extremely hard, with balls it doesn't have to be. Brett bucked wildly on the cross, letting out a slight moan. Tears streamed from his eyes. Bobby called to Brett, "That's 8 Brett, only two left, you can do it. You're strong!" Brett got hold of himself and his breathing got slower. I took aim at that soft underside of his gorgeous hardon... "SMACK" another hard blow on his tortured cock! Again he bucked, and pulled against the restraints, but he did not call out. I looked down at Bobby, "Okay Bobby, he has one left. You tell me where he gets it, Balls or Cock?" Bobby's lip quivered and his eyes watered. He stammered, "I'm not sure I can sir!" I replied matter of factly. "Well if you can't decide, I'll have to start the count over!" Brett called to Bobby, "DO IT MAN! Just choose!" Bobby's eyes watered as he muttered, "His balls, sir." I smiled. Brett took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Bobby looked up at Brett and called encouragement. Now I knew both were very bright. Bobby had made a fast decision, and one which I suspected was based on logic. Brett was a real jock. He had been kicked in the balls at times at would be more practiced at not crying out. So I took aim and delivered a mightly lash of the crop to the underside of Brett's cock. He bucked wildly and screamed! When the pain and shock subsided, I removed the cord from his cock, and then kissed him warmly on his neck. "You did okay, boy, nothing to be ashamed of!" I reached for the red jar and pulled out a slip of paper and read the penalty out aloud, "Hot wax on the balls and hole." So I grabbed a taper candle and walked behind Bobby. I carefully slid it into his sweet hole, with the wick and out. It was angled in such a way that wax would drip on his balls for awhile. As the candle burned lower, the wax would drip on the sensitive area between his sac and hole and would eventually begin running down his hole. I lit the candle and turned the Water-bater setting up to 4. The movement of the constriction band was more obvious now as it began to move up and down Bobby's manhood at a faster pace. The vibrating sound was also clearly audible now. I watched as drops of hot wax began hitting Bobby's balls. He winced as each drop found it's mark. Then I walked back over to Brett and proceeded to lick some of that delicious torture sweat from his body. Glancing over at Bobby, I could tell that he was having a rougher time than he thought. He was sweating all over and shook slightly, every time the hot wax hit his sensitive flesh. And of course there was the not so small matter of the action on his cock. Bobby was a supercharged little sex machine, and it was no time before he was once again at a high level of excitement. Even more since he had to continue watching my exploration of Brett's luscious body. Speaking of Brett, he was moving very quickly to his highest state of arousal. It took about five minutes for the candle to burn down to the point where the wax was now falling on that supersensitive area between Bobby's balls and hole. He strained at his restraints and moaned loudly. His breathing was growing rapid from the pain, which made the assault on his cock even more difficult to withstand since breath control was part of his ejaculation control strategy. If I was a betting man, I would have bet the ranch that Bobby would lose the battle about the time the wax began dripping onto his hole. I was right. As soon as wax began covering his little hole, Bobby lost all breath control. I chose that moment to start sliding my tongue across Brett's abs and down towards his pubes. Brett's began moaning in pleasure and Bobby's eye's widened, and that was it! Bobby's went into a wild spasm, a shot another good sized load. I immediately went over, blew the candle out and removed it from Bobby's ass. Then I pulled a slip of paper from the white jar and read Brett's penalty, "Tit torture for 30 minutes." Once more I retrieved the devices I needed from the chest and stood beside Brett. I began by licking both of his immaculate nipples. They were hard and erect, and very sensitive to the touch. I always like to do a little play with clothespins on a jock boy's tits. Common household items that are not very threatening. I carefully placed on each tit, ensuring that they were clamped on tight and that the full body of each tit was being squeezed by the jaws of the pin. Brett winced as I attached them. I left them in place for a couple of minutes and watched Brett's face. He was working hard to take the pain. I flicked both pins with my finger and watched as he breathed in hard. His eyes were watering but his cock was twitching. Then I squeezed both pins lightly. Brett shook all over and began breathing very rapidly and was once again sweating like crazy. I could here Bobby breathing hard behind me, struggling against level four. Still he managed to shout some encouragement to Brett. Again I squeezed the pins, this time harder than before. I held them tight for tens seconds. Brett was struggling, he moaned softly, but did not cry out. I stepped back and let the pain sink in more for a couple more minutes. Then I removed the pins and massaged his nipples. He responded to my touch with a look of great pleasure and his cock began twitching more and more. I stopped the massage and then put the pins on again and repeated the process all over again. This pain/pleasure cycle continued the full 30 minutes, and though the pinching got progressively harder, Brett did not break. In fact by the time I was done, his cockhead glistened with a hefty amount of precum. With the clothespins gone, I glanced over at Bobby, he was doing a good but difficult job controlling his tool. He was controlling his breathing well. I held up two fingers and wiped Brett's precum onto them. Bobby was all eyes. I walked over to Bobby and held my fingertips under his nose. His breathing got a little erratic. Then I returned to Brett and had him lick his own shooting lube from my finger tips. As I expected, almost immediately I heard that wonderful sound behind me. "ARRRRRRRGGHHHHH" I turned my head in time to see Bobby in the throws of another powerful orgasm. Watching this sex puppy cum could very easily become a favorite hobby. And everytime he did, I had to control my own desire to rush behind him and plunge my own hungry tool into that inviting butt! That time would come, but it was going to happen in a special way. I was now sure of that. I wasted no time. I turned the water-bater to level five. It was now making a churning type of sound. I touched the water wall, it was nice and warm. This time when I pulled the Penalty slip for Brett, I held it up in front of him and told him to read it. As his eyes fell on the single word, he shook all over, then announced through quivering lips, "Ben-gay." Bobby shouted out, "Oh please sir, don't do that to him!" Brett glared at Bobby and told him to be quiet. I picked up the tube of Ben-gay and opened it. I looked down at Bobby. "Well, slave boy, it's seems you have earned a penalty. Because you spoke to me without permission, you will also receive the same penalty as Brett." Brett looked at Bobby and shook his head. Bobby said nothing more. I squeezed a liberal amount of ben-gay on my hand and began rubbing it on Brett's balls. Then I greased my hand and stroked it on Brett's hard cock. As the ben-gay began to do it's work, I walked over and knelt behind Bobby. I waited until Brett was starting to show real signs of discomfort. I wanted this to sink into Bobby's mind. As Brett began thrashing, I reached down covered Bobby's own balls with a nice coating of the stuff. Then I put some on my finger and rubbed it into his crack, across his little hole and a little inside him as well. Then I stepped back and watched my two hot boys, and I mean hot in more ways than one. It didn't take long before that delightful torture cream was having its full affect. Both boys were squirming and breathing hard. Their muscles throbbed as they pulled against their restraints and breathed harder and faster. Seeing each other in bondage, under these conditions was incredibly arousing to both. Their sexual flames were burning as much as there balls were. For me, the scene was intoxicating. One that defies description... my two beautiful boys... bound helpless... naked bodies glistening with sweat... flexing every muscle against their bonds... in a hopeless attempt to somehow relieve the burning sensation on there sexual flesh... the smell of menthol... burning candles... and that aromatic sweat from young sweat... I could not take it any more. I grabbed by own burning member and began stroking wildly. It took just seconds before I was shooting all over the place. I turned back and forth between the two of them. One solid stream of my hot man seed struck Brett in the chest... another hit Bobby on the top of his head, I let out a howl of ecstasy and THAT triggered the eruptions. Brett let out an incredible scream of sheer pleasure as he shot his pleasure potion across the room in wild bursts. Bobby was yelling "OH GOD, OH GOD" as he erupted again. Hitting me in the legs with several decent loads. This kid must have a cum reserve like you wouldn't believe. The moment seemed to go on forever. When the moans had subsided the only sounds you could hear was heavy breathing, some wax sizzling, and of course the sound of the devilish machine working Bobby's cock. Before proceeding I took a moment to give both boys a drink of water and to see how they were doing in their restraints. Both were fine. Exhausted, but fine. The net result of that round was two more levels on the water-bater, and a penalty for both of them. With the water-bater humming along at level 7, I pulled the penalty slips for both. Bobby's was to receive a large butt plug. For Brett, it was twenty lashes with the belt across chest, thighs, abs and groin. I started with Bobby and to make it just a little more interesting I first took the large plug and held it up in front of Brett's face. "Okay, Brett, this is what's going in Bobby's tight little ass. As his friend, you can help him by providing as much lubrication as possible." Brett understood completely as I held the plug to his mouth. He immediately set to work smearing his spit all over the plug as I turned it round and round. When he was finished I carried it over to Bobby, his eyes were wide as he saw it's size close up. I knelt behind Bobby. At this point, neither could see the plug. I quickly covered it with a generous amount of lube that I had hidden behind Bobby. I was tough but not cruel. Then I set to work. I loosened Bobby's whole as much as I could with my fingers. Then I began slowly working the plug in. Bobby grunted and groaned. It took me full 15 minutes to work it all the way in. When I was done, Bobby was moaning with great discomfort. Then I turned to Brett. He looked at me with sad, but determined eyes as I began my work with the belt. Working at an even pace I spread the blows over the front of his naked body. Each left a nice red welt. Nasty looking, but the type that would fade completely in a day or so. Brett took every lash in stride. He came closest to crying out when I delivered a hard stripe just above his pubes. But he never cried out. When I was finished, I massaged Brett's legs arms and shoulders for awhile. Soon I was rewarded with yet another Bobby special. This one was dryer than the rest, but still had some spunk. Bobby sighed. Brett looked at me in anticipation of his next penalty. Instead of going to the jar, I walked over to Bobby, turned off the water-bater, and slid it off his cock. Then I released Brett from his bondage. I ordered him to remove the plus from Bobby's ass. Since he could use his hands this time, it did not take that long, BUT it was still accomplished with a lot of screaming on Bobby's part. When he was done, Brett stood beside Bobby and looked at me. Bobby of course was still restrained on the bench. I smiled at them and announced, "Well, you two are good boys. I have decided to give you a special chance to complete the challenge. If you succeed, then the challenge will be considered completed. If not, we continue where we left off. Brett, your mouth will now be Bobby's water-bater. If you can make him cum three more times in the next hour, you win. You may touch him anywhere you want, with anything you want, BUT may only use your mouth on his manhood." Both looked concerned... very concerned. I picked up an hour glass and started the sands. "You time begins now!" Brett immediately dropped to the floor, he lay down under the bench and started Bobby's cock with his tongue... and then his whole mouth. Brett was very good at this when he put his mind to it. With the sands at about the 20 minute point, Bobby came. It was a dry one, but just as energetic as the rest. Brett immediately set to work again. Bobby remained hard. Now Brett was all over Bobby. He licked his nipples, he wiped his pubes across Bobby's face, tickled his balls with his tongue, fingered Bobby's hole. The sands continued running. Both boys were sweating hard again, but Brett's erotic efforts were paying off. Bobby was once more panting and shaking. He came again with around 15 minutes left. Brett continued now at a feverish pace. He was everywhere on Bobby's hot little body. He worked every conceivable hot spot. Though Bobby was clearly getting more and more excited he was not yet ready to cum. Brett looked at the hour glass. The sands were just about gone, maybe a minute or two left. He sensed that sucking was not gonna do the job in time. Then suddenly his face lit up. He jumped behind Bobby and knelt down. He delivered two VERY HARD slaps to Bobby's red little ass, forced his cheeks apart and plunged his tongue furiously into Bobby's hole. It was like lightning had struck. Bobby immediately started bucking wildly. I thought he would break the legs off the bench. His butt muscles contracted tightly and his balls literally shot up towards his cock. "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH... OH.... OHHHH.... GODDDDDDDDD!" And Bobby shot, and not dry shots either! It wasn't much, but the two gobs of Bobby's hot sweet seed SHOT across the room like bullets just before the last sands dropped in the hourglass. After they both caught their breath, I had Brett release Bobby from his restraints. Then I ordered them to clean up the room. I told them they could sleep in the same cell that night and were free of any rules or restraints. Their cell would remain unlocked and they could move throughout the house. Finally I patted them both on the shoulders and said, "I am very, very proud of both of you. You did well tonight. I am going to sleep now, but if either of you needs anything during the night, or if you want to talk, you may wake me." I smiled and left the two to cleanup. As I lay in bed, dozing off I could here Brett and Bobby working in the basement. Eventually things got quiet. A little time passed and then I heard it. That unmistakable sound of something the two of them needed so desperately. I smiled and switched off the monitors as I identified the sweet sounds of tender, gentle and yet passionate love making between my two stars. BEFORE DAWN Just before dawn I awoke to a light tapping on my bedroom door. I sat up on the edge of the bed and said "Come In." The door swung open and Bobby and Brett entered. They stood at the foot of my bed, their naked bodies glowing in the moonlight from the bay windows. "Yes, boys, do you need something? Remember you may speak freely." They looked at each other, then back at me. Bobby smiled and said softly, "Master, we have something for you, it would mean a great deal to us if we could give it to you." I shrugged my shoulders and said "Okay, boys." Without saying another word, they knelt before me. Brett reached up and touched his finger to my lips, indicating I shouldn't speak. Then Bobby leaned down and took my manhood into his sweet little mouth. Brett joined in, snuggling under Bobby and licking my balls. They kept at it for what seemed an eternity. They would bring me to the edge, then back off, then work me back to the edge, over and over again. When it seemed I could take no more, they rose to their feet, backed away and did something both beautiful and amazing. Brett turned and knelt down on the floor with his back to me. He then lowered his chest to the floor, leaving his ass in the air. Then Bobby walked behind Brett. He straddled Brett's body like he was about to hump him. He bent over and wrapped his arms tightly around Brett's chest. Then slid down Brett's back some more. He spread his legs wide then hunched up onto Brett and wrapped his slender legs around Brett's waist. His manhood rested just above Brett's crack. In this incredibly erotic position, both love holes were open and exposed. After one final shift to ensure they were locked together, Bobby jerked his head around and said pleadingly, "Master sir, please TAKE us now." My eyes watered as I walked behind them and looked at those beautiful glowing butts. I placed my hands on Bobby's back and bent my legs. Bobby smiled and begged, "Do us long Master, do us Hard!" And so I did! NEXT: Pledge Weekend begins... with the games... the challenges... the sweat... and of course those penalties! NOTE: If you have any suggestions for any of the upcoming encounters send them to westwoodscotty@hotmail.com. If I can work them in I will. Feel free to suggest some devilish challenges for the pledges OR any of the boys mentioned. LOL, like, ?I would like to see Ronnie (or whoever) have to do this, or have this done to him, etc.?

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Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 16:10:26 -0400 From: Scott Westwood Subject: College Caper Chapter 1 WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between college age men. If this is not to your tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further. The story is copyrighted. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or web-sites without permission from the author. You may, however, send it to your friends in any form you wish, as long as no changes are made to this file. Parts of this story were inspired by my own experiences with fraternities. However, THIS story is mostly fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, may be accidental. Constructive comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames will be cheerfully (and totally) ignored. College Caper (MM, bd, sm, anal, whipping, cbt, initiation) Chapter 1 NOTE: Chapter one is the setup for the entire scenario. Chapter two will begin the full sexual encounters. Saturday/Sunday It was another Saturday night at the Phi Sig house and as usual the brothers were partying. I live across the street from their fraternity house and am a regular guest at their parties. Though I graduated from college many years ago (I'm now 40), I still hang in there with the fraternity crowd. In fact I did so much "hanging in there" that they made me an honorary brother, due partly to the fact that I am a generous person and contribute to their party fund on a regular basis and frequently hire some of the brothers to work part-time at one of my restaurants. What made this particular fraternity all the more appealing was it's reputation for accepting only the best. Virtually every member of the university lacrosse team was in the fraternity, along with an assortment of jocks from other sports and the "Who's Who" of campus leaders. It was also well known that the fraternity had one of the most rigorous pledge periods. In spite of crackdowns on college hazing, they continued with their time honored method of testing new pledges. This was a more formal party than most. The six members of the pledge class were wearing tuxedos and were acting as waiters and bartenders. So it was easy to check them out. There was also a board next to the bar with each of their pictures. This pledge class, though smaller than usual, was the best looking bunch ever. What follows are brief descriptions of the pledges, including some information I learned from the brothers that night and later on: Todd 19 years old, dark hair, glasses that made him look intellectual. Slender body with a narrow waist and a little hair on his chest and a very thick bush. He was also a real party animal who believed in living life to the fullest. He wanted to try everything at least once. Jim 18 years old, Sandy brown hair, with dark hair on his chest. A well proportioned build but not overly muscular. He liked to swim to keep fit when not playing lacrosse. Jim was also the intellectual type. When he wore his glasses he looked like a braniac geek. Brad 18 years old, light brown hair, 5'8" with a heavy bush, but a minimal amount of hair on the rest of his body. Without question one of the most handsome guys on the planet. He took pride in his body and worked out constantly. He looked like the famous Greek statue, "David". Jared 18 years old. Blond haired blue eyed with a well proportioned body. He looked like a 16 year old, with rosy cheeks that would remain with him for many years to come. His smooth body did not display much in the muscle department, but he was actually very athletic. Brian 23 years old. Short blond hair, green eyes with a slight, but well developed body. Older than most freshman due to the fact that he served four years in the Marine Corps prior to entering college. Steve 19 years old. Light brown hair and warm brown eyes. He was built to play rough and tumble sports. His body was well defined and solid with a 32 inch waist. His abs were the envy of every guy on every team he played on. Besides lacrosse, he loved to play rugby, the British sport recently added to the college sports program because he enjoyed the hard-hitting physical contact. They were a great group of hot studs and ones that I began fantasizing about throughout the party. I was sipping a beer and was in the midst of an incredibly perverse fantasy when an extraordinary thing happened, Jake, the fraternity pledge master came over to me and asked to speak with me in the next room. That in itself was not extraordinary. It was what he told when we arrived in the other room that was so unusual. "Scott, I was wondering if you could do the fraternity a big favor," Jake whispered in a mysterious way. "Sure Jake, how can I help?" I whispered back, almost laughing at our conspiracy demeanor. "Well, it's like this. You know we have a long weekend next week. Following our tradition, all the brothers will be visiting another chapter across state. It is a brothers only gathering so our pledges will remain here. In previous years we usually had at least one brother who had to stay behind for one reason or another. He had one chore to do, and that was to deliver an envelope to the pledges that would contain their instructions for the weekend." "Hmmmm, so what do you need?" I asked softly. He leaned closer to me, looked me straight in the eye and continued. "This is the first time all of us can make the trip, so we need someone to deliver the envelope to the pledges after we are gone. They have been told to keep the weekend clear and to wait for their instructions to be delivered to the house Friday evening at 6:00 pm." "That's all you need me to do Jake?" He nodded and added, "And in return for doing us this favor, we can add some instructions for the weekend to have the pledges do some yard work, or whatever for you, just tell me what orders you want added to their list." At this point I was lucky that I was wearing a tight pair of briefs, otherwise my "rapid rise" manhood would have knocked Jake over. It was the words "or whatever" that set my mind and sex juices in motion. Thinking fast, I inquired, "Well Jake, I would be glad to help. As far as some work or `whatever' for me, could we do this... just add a note that they will be given a second envelope at 8:00 pm that would include other instructions. That way I can think about what I need done during the week." Jake smiled and nodded. "You know what Scott, I just had a better idea, why don't you write the instructions yourself. You need to keep them busy all weekend and include a good cleaning of the fraternity house. Have them do whatever you want. I know you were in a good fraternity while in college and should be able to handle it." He smiled again and winked. I was almost speechless. Somehow I managed to stammer, in a business like tone, "Uh, did you want to see the instructions before you leave?" Jake's mind had apparently shifted to other matters, "No, I don't need to see them, I'm sure you'll do a good job and I have a LOT to do this week so it will take a major load off me, not to have to plan out their whole weekend." He extended his hand and inquired, "Deal?" I grabbed his hand and shook it firmly, "You can count on me Jake!" And with that he was gone. I stood there for several minutes as my mind raced, `Six, hot, firm young college studs at my disposal for a LONG weekend. What a great opportunity. Even more so because they were all extremely motivated to get into the fraternity and would indeed do "whatever" to get through their pledge period.' After a little while I wandered back into the main party room. As I entered, I noticed Jake talking to Matt, the fraternity president, in the back corner of the room. Matt was listening intently to what Jake was whispering in his ear. When Jake finished talking, Matt looked up and saw me. He gave me a BIG smile and a thumbs up sign while he mouthed the words "Thank you!" I returned the thumbs up sign and nodded. It was time for another drink and to start checking out the gift that had been dropped in my lap. The rest of the night was my discovery period. I managed to talk with all six pledges and learned a great deal. Needless to say, I did not mention anything about the following weekend. When I eventually got home, I ripped off my clothes, laid on the couch and began stroking myself. I started thinking about the following weekend and what I could do to those six pledges. I lost track of the number of times I reached "the edge" as I imagined some truly hot scenes. Finally I couldn't take it any more. I got to the edge and let things rip. My body convulsed over and over again, shooting load after load of steaming man juice all over my chest, stomach and face. It was the most intense orgasm I have had since my college days. I drifted off to sleep very quickly, dreaming about "whatever." The next morning I woke early, got my self cleaned and dressed and headed out to make the rounds of my restaurants. They were all doing very well and had exceptional managers, so I did not need to be too involved. You hire the right people and you can kick back and enjoy the ride. It didn't take very long to make my quick stops, due mostly to the fact that I was anxious to get out to my country house. Several years earlier, I had purchased an old estate, far out in the country. It included three hundred acres of beautiful woodlands, a few farm fields, two ponds, and a spring fed creek that was always full of crisp, clear water. The manor house was set deep in the woods. With a few modifications it could pass for the "Addam's Family" house. It also had some very unique features. The most unusual features were in the stone walled basement. Somewhere in the distant past it had been the home and "office" for the county sheriff. The basement had 6 small jail cells set into the back wall. The front wall had what could only be described as an engineering miracle. An open stone waterway, about three feet wide that entered the basement, made a semicircle around a stone platform and exited at the other end of the wall. The waterway was always full with that ice cold spring water from the nearby creek. As I understood it, the sheriff's desk used to set on the stone platform. What a unique office. After I took over the house, I added a number of features to the basement. It was now a wonderfully equipped dungeon, complete with a St Andrews cross, rack, a large oaken torture table (located on the stone platform), whipping post and more. The walls were adorned with a devilish assortment of whips, paddles, shackles, ropes, chains and handcuffs. Several wooden chests lined the floor along the side wall. They contained a complete collection of toys and torture devices. Ahh yes, I was proud of this house, and especially it's dungeon. As I drove out to the estate, I called the caretaker. I told him I was on the way out to the house. I explained that I would be at the house the following weekend and that he should take the weekend off. He gladly accepted the long weekend off with pay and the roundtrip airline ticket to anywhere he wanted to go. Next I called Andrew. He was a friend of mine for many years and would sometimes help me in the dungeon and cooked for special parties. While the fraternity studs were handsome, Andrew was not. In fact he was pretty much the opposite. At 45 he was overweight and balding yet had a fairly muscular chest and solid arms. Nature was not kind in the facial looks department. His face was pockmarked with scars left from a runaway case of acne and he had several rather ugly warts. Needless to say he did not have a very good time during his teen and college years. He had a deep seeded resentment of handsome young dudes. It was that resentment that made him ideal for my needs. There was nothing he liked more than torturing handsome young hunks. It was his way to payback all the studs who made fun of his appearance. Anyway, I told Andrew that I could use his help next weekend. I gave him a rundown of the situation and he eagerly agreed to help. We discussed some more details and I told him to wear the great Executioner's outfit that I had recently bought for him. I thanked him for helping. He laughed and said he should be thanking me. So things were beginning to fall into place. I would make a quick inventory of my dungeon supplies to ensure I had six of some of the dungeon items I would be using. I would also order some supplies to be delivered early Friday morning. Food and drinks for a party of eight and the obligatory keg of beer... what serious fraternal ritual can be accomplished without a keg! I was now in high gear as piece after piece of a plan took shape. There would be quite a bit of work to do during the week ahead, but I was looking forward to it. Monday/Tuesday The week began with the usual flurry of business activity. Though my managers handled things well, I approved all menu changes, "special" job applicants, and all applicants for waiter jobs at the crown jewel of my tiny restaurant empire, `Tammerlane's.' I quickly worked my way through the week's menu changes and turned to the employment folder. There were three applicants for waiter positions at Tammerlane's and one "special". A `special' applicant was anyone who applied for a job without any waiter or food service experience. So what was the big deal about Tammerlane's. That's fairly simple. It was the pick of the `trendy' crowd. Decorated in a lavish fashion, reminiscent of a Mongol Emperor's court, it's menu included gourmet dishes from around the world, spectacular entertainment and a horde of the most skilled (and handsome) waiters found anywhere. The place was packed every week. The attraction for waiters was simple as well. On a typical night, you could easily earn $300 in tips. For almost any college student it was a dream come true, and well worth going through my unique training program. The applicants in this week's folder were exceptional. Two soccer players and one wrestler, all with experience as waiters, good looks and a serious need for money. All three had signed releases to undergo the special training program for all Tammerlane's waiters. They would serve as a great appetizer for the weekend, so I scheduled interviews for Tuesday afternoon. I next turned to the "specials" folder. There was only one applicant, Bobby, an 18 year old freshman from Utah. I looked at his photo as I read the "essay" portion of his application that required him to explain why he needed the job and what he could contribute. His face was very "boyish" and offset by a healthy head of reddish blond hair, parted in the middle and swept back above his ears. The head and shoulders shot was clear evidence of a nice body. Bobby's story was a sad one. He had a small scholarship but had depended on a mutual fund to pay his college expenses. Unfortunately, the fund he had was heavily invested in the wrong stocks and was now essentially worthless. His parents were in no financial shape to help him and he was determined not to apply for any student loans. He needed the high tips a waiter job at Tammerlane's would generate to put himself through school and would do `anything' to get it. He further emphasized that by saying, `... and I mean anything.' The bad news was that he had absolutely no experience as a waiter. The good news was, he was exactly the type I was looking for! So I scheduled an interview for him as well. Now, by the close of business on Monday, I had completed all of the physical arrangements for the weekend. It was a pretty intense day, but one that promised incredible rewards! Tuesday started off as any other day. I had an early breakfast meeting with the restaurant managers and then continued through a pile of paperwork. Before I knew it, my secretary buzzed me to let me know that my 3 o'clock appointment was there. Ahh, yes, Bobby, the `special' case. Since I was just as eager as Bobby, I had him ushered into my office immediately. When Bobby entered, I was virtually speechless. Dressed in what was clearly a brand new, off the bargain rack suit, Bobby was the classic wet dream. Like the typical teenaged boy, he did not fit the suit properly. Nonetheless, he was obviously trying very hard to appear confident and business like. As he approached me with hand extended, I quickly surveyed his body. He was a wonderful. In spite of his ill fitting suit I could tell he had a classic teen build. Little or no fat... a flat chest and trim abs and thighs. All of which was topped off with a sweet boyish, dimpled face and that mop of reddish blond hair. We exchanged some pleasantries and then sat down in front of my desk. I had decided to get right to the point. "So Bobby, let's not beat around the bush... I have read your file and as you are no doubt aware, I have discovered that you have no experience as a waiter." Bobby's face reddened as he looked down to the floor and mumbled apologetically, "Yes sir I know, but I am a really fast learner... I really need this job... and am willing do to anything to get it!" I laughed, looked him right in the eyes and commented, "Well Bobby, I have no doubt about your need, but tell me more about the "anything" you are willing to do!" Bobby looked me straight in the eye and declared, "When I say anything, I mean just that. The only exception would be if you asked me to kill other people... or steal from them, that I could not do!" I laughed again. "Wow Bobby, do you really understand what you just said... I mean what if I was a wild pervert?" Bobby stared back at me and proudly declared, "It wouldn't matter, I'd do whatever you said to get this job!" I had no doubt that he meant what he said. I liked his confidence and of course his body, so I decided to give him a chance. "Okay Bobby, tell you what I'm gonna do... I have three openings right now and I have four applicants. The other three guys have a lot of waiter experience, but I will give you a shot at one of the positions if you can get through one 24 hour period of my training program." Bobby did not hesitate at all, "That's a deal sir! So what do I do next?" I smiled, "I like your attitude Bobby. I will need you for an initial 24 hours of training and testing. How soon would you be able to do that?" He thought for a moment and then said, "I could do it from Wednesday evening to Thursday evening. Most of my classes are Monday-Wednesday-Friday. I have one class on Thursday, but it's a project type of class and you don't have to go every week." "That will be fine Bobby. Be here at 6:00 pm tomorrow night. You won't need to bring anything special." Bobby nodded. I stood up and extended my hand, Bobby jumped to his feet and grabbed my hand. His grip was firm and confident. I held onto his hand tightly looked him straight in the eye and inquired, "You do understand what you have agreed to Bobby?" He returned my look, smiled and tightened his grip, "Yes sir, I do. I will do anything you say to get a shot at this job." I nodded and released my grip. A quick glance down at Bobby's groin gave me all the confirmation I needed. He was clearly in a full state of arousal. Obviously Bobby needed more than just a job. I walked him to the door and sent him on his way. It was now 3:45. The other three applicants were due at 4:00. I went ahead and arranged three chairs in front of my desk. This would be a group interview, the type I really enjoy. Over the years I have learned a great deal about the psyche of college age young men and most particularly, of guys who are very body proud and who compete in the more aggressive sports. To begin with, they cannot resist a challenge. They are addicted to proving their manhood through competition. Put a guy in a group of others like himself, give him a challenge in front of the others and his ego takes over. He feels an irresistible urge to complete the task, to prove to all around him that he is tough and macho. One of my favorite challenge lines is to declare, "This will be a difficult challenge. Only the best are able to make it through... and those are the ones that get the best jobs." Now, knowing that I have quite a few waiters at my best restaurant it is no great leap of logic to see why these jocks would be anxious to forge ahead. `If all those guys made it, I can too. I want to be one of the best." Using their ego's and competitive drive is what starts the process. Then I move in for the knockout punch. Within these well developed bodies there is another powerful force. It's called the male libido, that strong, sometimes overpowering need for sexual release. After establishing a challenge situation, all you need to do is introduce a hint of sexuality and the libido kicks in, in full force. And it is usually like a runaway train. Straight or gay, it doesn't matter, once that ego/libido fueled train gets up to full speed it can't be stopped. Straight guys will give into the urges and engage in gay sex to obtain release from those powerful forces. What's more, most will even do it again just to experience those feelings. The three boys arrived promptly at 4:00 and were ushered into my office. After a brief round of introductions we all took seats. All three were dressed casually. Ronnie was the wrestler. Typical for the sport he was in, Ronnie was short and compact. He wrestled in the 149 pound weight class. He had close cropped back hair and heavy black eyebrows that helped frame his beautifully chiseled face. There was clearly not an ounce of fat on the lad. Kyle was a soccer player, about 5' 11" tall. He had that "well-conditioned" look of a soccer player. He wore his dark brown hair long, with streaks of blond frosting throughout. Though not as muscular as Ronnie, he was clearly in great shape. Phil was also a soccer player and was just about as tall as Kyle. His hair was golden blond and curly. He was not as defined as Kyle but was quite good looking. A little on the skinny side and very "boyish" looking it was hard to believe he was in college. I reached for their application folders and spread them out in front of me. I looked the folders over, muttering `ah', `hmmm', and so on to myself several times. I could tell that all three were getting nervous. Finally I looked up, "Well, I see you boys have a lot of experience as waiters!" They responded in unison, "Yes sir." "That's good boys. And all three of you seem highly motivated to get a job at one of my restaurants." They responded with a `Yes, sir" and then Ronnie added, "Uh sir, I know all three of us really want to work at Tammerlane's... I mean we know all of your restaurants are great, but Tammerlane's is the best... and, well..." I laughed, "Yes, and let's be honest and upfront boys, the tips are outstanding there." They admitted it and so I continued. "Well boys, we have a situation here. At the present time, I have three openings at Tammerlane's, but I have four applicants and probably more by the end of the week. All applicants for the top positions must take part in my, shall we say, unusual training and testing program. It is very difficult and will test every part of you. If you make it through, you are guaranteed a job at Tammerlane's where only the best can work. If you can't cut it, you may still apply to work at one of my smaller places as a busboy, dishwasher, or perhaps as a substitute waiter. But to get the best jobs you will need to make it through the program." I glanced at the three. There were some minor signs of nervousness, but it was fairly obvious that their competitive egos were beginning to take control. Their common sense was already receding. "Now I know all three of you have signed releases for the program already, and that is good. I just need to make sure you understand what you would be agreeing to. You will commit yourself to completing the testing program. During it, you will be required to do anything you are told. The only stipulation being that you will not be required to commit any crimes and you will not be marked or maimed. Understand?" They glanced at each other, and followed with three distinct "Yes sirs." As they did I noted their bobbing adam's apples, a clear sign of some fear, but the rest of their bodies exuded the excitement of the challenge. They were determined to get the jobs they wanted and to be part of "the best." So now was the moment to light the other burner. I nodded and glared at them, "And when I say `ANYTHING', I mean absolutely ANYTHING!" I held my menacing glare and watched as all three quivered for a brief moment, their response came quickly, "Yes sir we understand and will do absolutely anything." I smiled and rose to my feet. The boys stood as well. As they did, it was obvious that the libido flame was also growing rapidly, as evidenced by the rising in there groins. Ronnie was in the lead though, sporting a monster erection that was dang near impossible to hide. The three stood with their hands covering their private areas. I took my time coming around my desk. I extended my hand to each. As we shook hands, I was further amused by their dilemma. One hand was not sufficient to cover their hardons. I told them to go home and to figure out some times when all three would be available for a twenty four hour initial test. One of them was to call me the next day to discuss possible times. We shook hands again and they left. `Ahh, yes' I thought, `No doubt the three will have some unusual dreams tonight.' After leaving the office, I went to Tammerlane's for dinner. I treated myself to some special off the menu items. As I ate, I looked at my waiters and let my imagination soar. By the time I got home, I was ready. I stripped off all my clothes and began typing the instructions for the Phi Sig pledges. The waiter's training was nothing compared to what these guys would be facing on the weekend. (To be continued) NOTE: The full physical/mental/sexual challenges kick into high gear in Chapter 2, beginning with Bobby. If you have any suggestions for any of the upcoming encounters send them to westwoodscotty@hotmail.com. If I can work them in I will. Feel free to suggest some devilish challenges for the pledges OR any of the boys mentioned. LOL, like, "I would like to see Ronnie (or whoever) have to do this, or have this done to him, etc."

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Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 09:44:18 +0000 From: Vilhelm Algodon Subject: Re: The Shark Prowls, Part 3 THE SHARK PROWLS, Ch. 3 The Shark Prowls Ch. 3. Safron goes to `Hollywood'. Safron hardly closed his eyes Thursday night. His mind was in a turmoil of confusion. It was suddenly hitting home to him that his world had changed, radically. A week ago he had been any youngster his age, sitting in the local library quietly reading. Now he was living with a strange man, holding out to him promises of sexual indulgence, and of a future which he hardly dared think about. The immediate future worried him more than the distant. What was this Ranch? Who was he going to meet next day? Would he meet up to expectations, or be chucked out as useless? He worried about these and a multitude of questions. What of his family, and responsibilities? Tomorrow he would talk to The Shark about these. But then something unexpected occurred. His door slowly opened, and Shark himself slid into the room, and into his bed. His arm encircled the back and chest of his young charge. Safron, I could hear from your sighing that you are not sleeping. I suspect you have been worrying about tomorrow. Yes, I have, he said, as he snuggled into his Master's strong chest, feeling incredibly comforted. Just remember one thing, little one, on Monday, after seeing and tasting what is on offer at The Ranch you will be free to walk away from it all. You make your own decision and we shall honour that. I will take you back to the very seat in the public library at which we met, and you will never to see me again. Do you understand? Yes, Sir. Now shut your eyes my pet, lay in Master's arms, knowing you have total protection from the evils of the world. Nobody is going to hurt you while I have breath, least of all myself, or anyone else connected with The Ranch. Think of the Ranch as a health and beauty spa, and you'll be on the right lines. Safron gave a happy sigh and sank into a deep sleep. It was Shark who did not sleep. He lay thinking of his new charge, strangely attracted to him, kissing his neck softly every few minutes and holding his crotch in his own big hand. Friday The journey from Philadelphia to The Ranch took about 45 minutes. Safron, who had never ridden in a chauffer-driven limousine before was surprised to find that he could not see out of the vehicle. This made him feel uneasy, but there was nothing he could do except relax in the exceptional comfort of that luxury vehicle. Yet he did wonder whether The Shark did not wish him to know anything about the location of his setup. Later when he quizzed his first "date" at The Ranch he was told that the training centre was famous all over the Gay world, but nobody knew where it was located, and the secret had to be maintained or it would be constantly invaded by undesirables. So none of the Excorts or Slaves were shown where The Ranch was located. He sat in the back with Safron, who suggested to him that he might like to talk a little about his past, his family, his school, his training, education, ambitions. Safron did so, and it occupied their whole journey. He lived with his mother and older sister. They were very poor, and his shifty, drifting, alcoholic father had abandoned them some years ago. In fact the people of the area where they lived were often referred to by some as `white trash'. He had done well at school and college, and was preparing himself for future studies. He wanted to be a doctor so as to help his people. For that reason, though in fact quite athletic, he preferred to concentrate on his studies. At present he was in a void, since he had completed his college schooling, but was taking a year of relaxation before pushing on to future education. Will your mum and sister be worrying about you? asked The Shark. No, I don't think so, since I often suddenly decide to drift off somewhere to see a bit of the world, at least the Stateside one! But after about a week or maximum two weeks, I'll usually call them and tell them where I am, what I'm doing. I ought to have called by now but didn't like to use your phone, knowing how expensive they are. Shark ruffled his hair, Don't worry about phone bills, or any other bills Safron. There's a lot of money around this project. I'll tell you about it, sometime. During the journey they had become physically closer, and Shark fondled and kissed the lad. Now they had arrived. A large gate opened to allow them entrance. It took another two minutes to drive into the farm house. When they arrived Safron's breath was taken away. It was a superb mansion with four large brilliant white Corinthian pillars. Inside he gasped as the whole place seemed spacious, well-lit by the heavens' natural light, and built around patios, each with water fountains. The whole impact was one of rest, relaxation, enjoyment. He immediately fell in love with the place, and this helped his spirit to relax. A young man approached him, offering his hand, and welcoming him with a warm kiss on both cheeks. Safron immediately felt a buzz between his groins. The youth was about 21, over 6ft tall, lean and good-looking, as were all the men who flittered around them. I'm Shawn, he said, I'm a 3rd year Escort here, about to graduate, and I've been designated to be your personal Escort for this weekend. Safron smiled, looked him in the eyes, and the two of them remained fixed on each other for several seconds. As Shawn took him to his own bedroom, which Safron would share for the weekend, the latter squared his personal escort up. Short hair but not too short, wavy, carefully trimmed so that not one hair was out of place. Delightful blue-grey eyes, a sweet eminently kissable mouth, and a light shirt sufficiently open to display a good patch of chest, lightly coated with generous wisps of hair. Safron mentally allowed himself to think what might there be below the chest - belly, crotch, a big cock. Just as suddenly he realised what he was doing. He had thought of The Shark as his personal lover, the only man he would ever want to favour sexually, now he was indulging thoughts of sex with yet another total stranger! He mentally slapped himself on the wrist. Evening dinner was served in the main dining room, and Safron found himself nervously contemplating the scene. He had never seen a group of men so very handsome. Shawn explained that they were of two types, Escorts in training, and their Trainers. The latter were clearly older men, 25 to 40 years, whilst obviously the Escorts were young like himself. He noticed a young escort, probably second year, a very American guy, with muscles and build of a weight lifter. Their eyes met and the guy smiled at him, invitingly. That's Cory, Shawn said, having noticed their eyes meeting, he's about American as they come! His thoughts were interrupted as The Shark, stood to introduce "our newest prospective student", Safron himself. He blushed as all eyes turned on him, he hardly knew where to look. The Shark's presentation was very eloquent, as he praised the qualities of his new recruit, producing more blushes. The speech was received with applause, and Safron lifted his eyes to nod his head as he looked into some 20 pairs of eyes. He smiled, they smiled, and he felt accepted. As he ate he continued looking around and commenting to Shawn from time to time. He was particularly puzzled by the fact that though more than half could be described as typically American (i.e. white anglo-saxon in his prejudiced mind) but there were other escorts and trainers who did not fill the bill. This made him feel uneasy. Who's the guy, third on your right? he whispered. That's Ben from New Orleans, a guy of mixed blood, and I'm telling you, a nicer guy you'll not find, warm, inviting and incredibly funny. Decent cock, big tits, and I never get into his love-hole without thinking this is a little bit of paradise! Shawn chuckled. And the guy opposite him? Safron asked. That's Jim from Chicago, warm, friendly, cuddly, not the largest dick, but with a voracious sexual appetite. Any time, any day, any place, the more the merrier. You'll love him. Again Shawn chuckled at his own witticism. Safron warmed to him, reached for his thigh and squeezed it. Their eyes met and Shawn's danced with delight. You'll do, he whispered. And the guy with the very black hair, black eyebrows, almost black eyes? That's Jerry. He's Indonesian. You see how much he is smiling, chatting animatedly? Well he's always that way, a sheer joy to be with. Nothing phases him. If you're interested, he is a natural bottom. At any moment he'll offer you his ass for fucking. I love the guy. Safron was not at all sure he could love a guy like that, too dark for his liking. His prejudices, unidentified to his own mind, were once again playing tricks on him. Oh, by the way, look at his lovely milk-white teeth, did you ever see such perfection? Shawn asked. Safron was silent. Voyeurism After the meal Safron received warm handshakes, kisses, and even an occasional cock-fondle and squeeze from all the dinner participants. He was at first shocked by the cock handling, but quickly realised that this was part of the atmosphere of the place. It was given over to pure hedonism, and everything goes. Shark took over from Shawn and guided his protege into another, smaller, room, where he served him drinks and they sat on a sofa together. I want to show you something very special, Shark said. You know what voyeurism is? No, said Safron. What is it? It's getting a kick out of watching other people have sex. He then went to a curtain which apparently covered a bare wall, but when the curtain strings were pulled was seen to cover a mirror, looking into another room. Suddenly Safron realised that he was watching two young teens indulging in some hot sex. The look on his face should have been filmed on video. He flushed a deep pink, half turned away, turned back, his mouth sagged open, but he continued to stare as one hypnotised. Shark put his hand on Safron's thigh, and murmured, Relax. This is not illegal or wrong. It's two harmless youngsters experimenting sexually. They are both over 16 but under 18. It would be criminal for me or you to have sex with them, but the law does not prohibit them from enjoying each others genitals. Nor does it say we can't watch! So these boys are prospective students, but may not be treated as such till they come of age. Still we encourage a little indulging among themselves, and they do manual for us around the Ranch. There are six of them in total and what we are looking at - through a one-way mirror, so that they are unconscious that we see them - is the room where they have total privacy with each other. And BANG, off they go! We use the `show' for relaxation on Friday evenings. By now Safron's eyes were glued on the scene. Here were two beautiful youngsters, given over to total abandonment to each other, with no sign of embarrassment or reserve. For 30 minutes they kissed, licked, sucked and fucked. As it developed, so every aspect of the past week in Shark's flat passed through his mind, and his dick hardened and throbbed, and even became painful. Of course Shark knew what was happening and their two bodies became closer and closer. While their eyes rooted on the two youngsters, their hands fondled each other, eventually reaching inside their underwear and wanking each other. Finally Safron's eyes turned from the scene and met Shark's warm gaze. Once more these two men, the 30-yr.old director and his 18-yr.old latest conquest, gave themselves over freely to each other till the elder man's seed was once more filling the depths of the younger man's love hole. They sank into an exhausted, quiet, tender embrace, which lasted for 20 minutes. At last, at midnight, Shawn called to take Safron to their room. His hand went round Safron's shoulder the moment they were out of Shark's presence. He gently kissed his hair and led him to their bedroom. Somehow Safron sensed that he was in the presence of a man whose character was marked by integrity, a man without guile or deceit. That arm around his shoulder comforted him, saying in effect I am here to look after you, I will ask nothing of you except what you are willing to give. Trust me. Safron quickly learned to trust Shawn implicitly. They were soon at the room. It was now 1 a.m. and both were feeling tired. Shawn offered a drink and they sat chatting for a few minutes. Safron, with his head slightly bowed but looking straight at his new friend, asked him in a slightly trembling voice, Do you like it here, Shawn? Be honest with me. Shawn sensed his friend's nervousness and his hand reached across the coffee table to take Safron's clenched, trembling fist. Safron my friend, believe me, I love it here. Like you, I came here nervous and afraid. I have now been here nearly three years and it has been bliss, though I confess not without the occasional blip, but that's life. He then expanded on the many things he had profited from. He was warm, charming and inviting. Safron began to feel his cock stiffening, and with that began to perspire. We both need a shower, said Shawn. You go first and I'll follow you. Safron stripped off to his thongs, then disappeared into the shower room. Shawn watched his ass departing and felt an intense longing. Safron came back in pyjamas, while Shawn stripped off totally and also went into the shower. Safron stared, captivated by this superb receding figure of a man. Shawn came back from the shower, smelling of cleanliness and a gentle perfume. He was naked. Safron was sitting on the sofa. Shawn came up and stood in front of him, his towel hiding his crotch. His young friend looked up at him, with a face of intense longing. Shawn removed the towel and his throbbing penis was positioned just one foot from his guest's face. Safron breathed heavily, his shoulders shaking, his face between his hands. He gazed at this superb figure, his patch of chest hair now so clear, so perfect, and Safron noted how it stopped at his breasts, then began again below his navel to reach his pubic hair. There his gaze fixed on the lovely head emerging from its sheath. It was breath-taking. How could he hold back? Yet he did. After a while Shawn crouched down, his thighs resting on he back of his ankles, his crotch in superb display as he spread his legs. The intention was, however, not to draw attention to his body, but to his face. He was now face-to-face with the youngster. Safron, he said, don't be afraid. I'm not pressing you for anything. I'm not ashamed of my body, will show it to anyone, but I demand nothing. If you want to go straight to bed, that's fine by me, if you want to stay and play, that's fine by me. Go to bed little one, if you will, but if at any time during the night you feel you want to join me in my bed, there's plenty of room for you. And with that Shawn slipped into a pair of boxers, turned off his light and went to bed. Safron did the same. But the picture of Shawn crouching in front of him, with his crotch in full, throbbing display, his wonderful and powerful thighs spread out, the exquisite perfection of that body as a whole, would not let him sleep. He tossed and turned and perspired, and Shawn heard it all, wondering whether the boy would have the courage to come to him. Finally it happened and Safron without a word slipped into Shawn's bed, laying on his back. Shawn's hand went straight to his crotch and took hold of the throbbing penis, fondling it gently. Welcome, little one, he said, I am so very glad you decided in my favour. You will not regret this night, and with that he raised himself, bent his head over and locked Safron in a deep kiss. Safron's hand went down to his new friend's rod and rolled it backward and forward inside his own palm. Since his palm already contained some of his own pre-cum and this quickly mixed with Safron's oozing cream, his hand felt so very warm and creamy to Shawn and the underside of the top sheet very quickly became a place of intense passion and pleasure. Shawn moved on top, having stripped off his and the boy's jockeys, and their two cocks, now well covered with pre-cum, rolled together. Both began a fucking action and it was only three or four minutes before they anointed each other in their shooting cream. It was superb, yet Shawn whispered in his ear, Tomorrow night we shall do this in a more prolonged manner and I intend to fuck you silly, o.k.? Yes, please, whispered his new lover. Tomorrow, continued Shawn, we shall kiss and suck, fondle and fuck. I might even try to compete with all you've had from The Shark, he concluded, with a short laugh which indicated that he really didn't think he would come up to that level, but at least he'd have a stab at it. Both fell asleep dreaming of the morrow...Safron felt he had come to "Hollywood"... To be continued...

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Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 20:28:58 +0000 From: Vilhelm Algodon Subject: The Shark Prowls The Shark prowls for Victims. No-one would doubt that he is a perfect example of manhood. His short shaved hairstyle is a la mode, while his icy-blue eyes can speak humour easily and glibly to his Victim's delight. The Shark's eyes are never fully open. They look into their victim, not at him. Shark's mind is a deep well of lust, as he prowls for Victims, usually lonely young men. His white skin is perfectly tanned all over his body, yet allowing rosy pink warmth to his cheeks. His lips are full, inviting, always on the move, purring soft words. He is the perfect extrovert, who displays an apparent total interest in the person he is talking to. His voice has a slight rasping sound which to some is affected, but to the unwary is melodious, entrancing, bewitching. He is, of course, a born actor. Shark takes an inordinate pride in his male member. He fondles and admires it for hours on end, and the truth is that he has every right to be proud of it. It is a full 8+ inches, thick and robust, always ready for duty. Give him the chance and it will be the subject of a long, rambling discourse. I sometimes think that even when doing other things, as for example repairing his beloved motorbike, his mind is actually fully involved with his male member. In this way he builds up his lust and goes out, a Predator, to stalk a Victim. The Shark finds his Victim, Safron. He stalks in the local Library, passing himself off as a studious type. Shark knows that the bookish youth are more gullible to seduction. Bright they may be, but are not learned in street craft. By apparently casual looks and gazes, squinting his eyes, he turns young Safron on, smiles at him as their gaze meets. Finds occasion to pass his chair, touches him, apologizes for the touch. By this time the Lad is beginning to breathe a little too deeply. Another warm smile, fixed on his face, and Safron senses something like an electric shock. He cannot understand what is happening to him, but he likes intensely what he sees, this superb figure of manhood, this kindly guy who seems genuinely interested in him. Soon Shark opens a conversation and Safron is doomed - An invitation to study together at Shark's place, five minutes in his Mercedes! On the way his chatter is non-stop, and his young companion is mentally absorbed by his every word. No-one ever pays this much attention to him. A friendly chat at Shark's apartment. Ignorant of the light spiking of his drink, Safron is swept up by the Shark's penetrating gaze, which never leaves his face. Shark finds the Boy delightful and plays him along with much talk, accompanied by playful banter, until finally the subject turns to sex. The talk becomes hypnotic and erotic to sweet Sharon, while at times, to make a point, Shark touches his knee, strokes his thigh briefly. Safron never guesses what is happening, for no known reason his mind is heady. Quickly it becomes too late. Talk turns to actions. Safron is flattered by the tender attentions of the Shark, who exploits his naivete, tantalising him with soft physical touch. He playfully, jokingly, lifts his shirt revealing Safron's sweet white skin. Shark chides him by comparison with his own well tanned hide. Safron needs to bare himself to fresh air and the elements more. Shark will teach him how. At first the Boy is afraid, aware that he is out of his depth, swimming in unchartered waters. Shark chides him, banters, teases, humiliates him. Very soon the Victim is responding. Feeling the warmth of Shark's hands now on his nipple, his own reaches out to stroke Shark's thigh, while he gazes up adoringly into his eyes, his face, his hair, his neck. He has never felt this sensation before, and he is powerless to control it. Shark knows he can move in for the Kill. He suggests to his Victim that he might like to see his full tanned body, at which Safron gives a little gasp, but radiantly, innocently, approves. Shark invites the Lad to undress his sexual tutor, so that Safron is himself taking the responsibility this implies. Every movement reveals his superb body, little by little, inviting the Boy to study each part, as he affectionately holds Safron's face between his hands. Finally he drops his briefs, revealing his curly-haired crotch, surrounding a superb male tool, and a lovely basket of pelt cradling two low-lying testicles. Instinctively, not knowing what he is doing, Safron bends his head and, imprudently, kisses a male cock, which he has never seen before, apart from his own. Shark chuckles with delight, lifts Safron's face and kisses him gently on the cheek. Victim blushes deeply red, with an unintelligible, to him, sense of shame. Now Shark slowly undresses him. Leaving his t-shirt on, he takes off his shoes, socks, trousers, and pauses as he puts his thumbs into the top of his underwear. Safron turns a little suspicious, afraid, wants to draw back. Now Shark must use his great skills at reassuring the Lad that there is no danger, no wrong in what he is about to do. His gentle, purring voice, his penetrating eyes caringly penetrating into Safron's soul, his gentle touch, undermine all resistance, and finally his private parts are laid bare. He blushes. Never man has seen those parts since he was 7, except for one visit to the doctor. Certainly those parts have never felt as they do now, with his cock stiffening, as Shark talks smoothly of its beauty, its strength, of Safron's right to be proud of it, and of its accompanying balls, his mass of gently red-coloured hair. Shark moves forward as if to take Safron's penis in his mouth, but, as intended, Safron begs leave, and takes Shark's cock in his hand, fondles it, then puts his lips around the head, tonguing the tip. The Victim has bitten the Bullet and from this point there will be no turning back. Shark leans back with a deep sigh of satisfaction, running his fingers through Safron's hair and pressing his head down into his own crotch. Poor boy, little does he know the danger that awaits him - that of becoming hooked to that one Cock, which is what the Shark wants. Shark's cock throbs with sensual delight and he begins to gently fuck Safron's face, sending shivering gasps of passion and thrills through the Boy's frame. To Shark's unexpected delight, Safron's hand instinctively infiltrates his legs, and his long finger penetrates Shark's anus. Now both are gasping with loud groans. But Shark is in full control, where the Lad is not. The Boy is lost in a new-found sea of lust, while Shark takes careful stock of the situation. The Lad is his for the picking, and he is a plumb taking, for his instincts show him to be made for a life of slavery to his new-found master, or to another. But the evening's work must be completed. Shark now swings the Boy round, rubs his oil-smeared finger up the Lad's crack, and inserts his own finger, as the Boy had done. Safron gasps his `yes!' in delight. Shark grasps his hips firmly and plunges his tool into the deep recesses of the boy's anus. He holds it there a little while, then begins his eager thrusts, while his fingers fondle and stroke the boy's penis. As he thrusts forward the Boy gasps repeatedly, breathing deeply, almost suffocated by his own lust. In a few minutes, with strong deep jabs Shark spurts his milk into Safron's depths. His virginity has been robbed by a man he barely knows! Laughing Shark rolls the Lad over and gives him the compensation prize, his lips slurping all over his private parts, till his mouth masturbates the Boy's penis with deep professional thrusts. It is the most delicious sensation Safron has ever had, he moans, thrashes out with his arms almost hysterically, and finally collapses with a spurt of cream all over Shark's body. They laugh and roll together on the floor, rubbing the spunk all over each other's chest. Safron knows that he has acquired a lover, who he will never wish to leave; Shark knows that he has acquired a new slave to join the other six on his ranch 20 miles from town. From this point there will be no way back for Safron. It will become his daily delight to suck his master's cock and feel its depth deep inside himself. He will receive no payment but will gladly deliver himself to his master's delight. He will never know a higher calling. As Shark shares a drink and chat with his young friend, he draws up in his mind the terms of the 3-year contract the lad will sign. It will take a week of daily stirring and draining of his young Victim's lusts before he will be ready to sign the contract, but Shark is sure in the belief that by the time the 3 years are over and he is free to leave, Safron will declare in the biblical manner: "I love my master, I will not go out free." If you enjoyed this story please let me know. This is my first. Where do I go from here? A peak into the Shark's escort breeding farm? Advice? I also have ideas for other stories. Catch me at email: donalgo7@hotmail.com

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Date: Fri, 06 Sep 2002 17:33:30 -0400 From: Scott Westwood Subject: College Caper Chapter 4 WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between college age men. If this is not to your tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further. The story is copyrighted. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or web-sites without permission from the author. You may, however, send it to your friends in any form you wish, as long as no changes are made to this file. Parts of this story were inspired by my own experiences with fraternities. However, THIS story is mostly fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, may be accidental. Constructive comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames will be cheerfully (and totally) ignored. College Caper (MM, bd, sm, anal, whipping, cbt, initiation) Chapter 4 Weekend With The Pledges (This particular chapter has less fantasy. Many of the events depicted here actually happened) REVIEW NOTES: Since there has been some intervening action in the story, I am providing a quick review of the events related to the pledges. - I am 40 years old, live across the street from the Phi Sig house and party with the brothers regularly. They made me an honorary brother. I was also a Pledgemaster when I was in college. - On this weekend the brothers are all going out of town and through a wondrous quirk of fate the pledges have been turned over to me for a long weekend. - I have a manor house in the country with a very complete dungeon. What follows are the brief descriptions of the pledges, including some information I learned from the brothers: Todd 19 years old, dark hair, glasses that made him look intellectual. Slender body with a narrow waist and a little hair on his chest and a very thick bush. He was also a real party animal who believed in living life to the fullest. He wanted to try everything at least once. Jim 18 years old, Sandy brown hair, with dark hair on his chest. A well proportioned build but not overly muscular. He liked to swim to keep fit when not playing lacrosse. Jim was also the intellectual type. When he wore his glasses he looked like a braniac geek. Brad 18 years old, light brown hair, 5'8" with a heavy bush, but a minimal amount of hair on the rest of his body. Without question one of the most handsome guys on the planet. He took pride in his body and worked out constantly. He looked like the famous statue, "David". Jared 18 years old. Blond haired blue eyed with a well proportioned body. He looked like a 16 year old, with rosy cheeks that would remain with him for many years to come. His smooth body did not display much in the muscle department, but he was actually very athletic. Brian 23 years old. Short blond hair, green eyes with a slight, but well developed body. Older than most freshman due to the fact that he served four years in the Marine Corps prior to entering college. Steve 19 years old. Light brown hair and warm brown eyes. He was built to play rough and tumble sports. His body was well defined and solid with a 32 inch waist. His abs were the envy of every guy on every team he played on. Besides lacrosse, he loved to play rugby, the British sport recently added to the college sports program because he enjoyed the hard-hitting physical contact. And that concludes the review! The Weekend Prologue It was mid afternoon on Friday. I was sitting in my office, reviewing my plans for the weekend. Everything was ready to go, both here and at the Manor House in the country. I looked at the sheets of paper with the instructions for the Pledges. Then folded them, slipped them into the envelope and sealed it. The pledges would be gathered at the Phi Sig house and would be waiting for these instructions to be delivered at 6:00 pm. I had made arrangements for one of my workers to deliver the envelope at that time. As I reveled in hot thoughts of what lay ahead, I briefly reflected on some of the important attributes that would make all this possible. The Phi Sigs were truly an elite group. It was the "Who's Who" Fraternity of the University. Included among its ranks were all the best athletes and student leaders. So there was naturally a great incentive for these six guys to complete their pledge period. But there was also something else. Most fraternities have their share of ritualistic ceremonies during which pledges become TRUE brothers and swear their loyalty to their fellow brothers, yada, yada, yada. With the Phi Sigs there was something else. Very early in the process, the potential pledges learn about the Phi Sig's policy of absolute tolerance and acceptance. They don't pull any punches. If you are to be a Phi Sig, you will be accepting of all others. This includes sexuality. It you could not accept a brother who was different than you in terms of sexual orientation, you should not be a Phi Sig. The potential pledges all knew to expect some sexual challenges during the pledge period (probably a lot, most concluded). They had all agreed to undergo these challenges without regard to their own sexual preferences. Earlier in the semester, I knew that all six of these guys had gone through the "Opening" ritual. During this ceremony, the pledges sat naked in a semi-circle, in a clearing deep in the woods. A lone candle burned in front of them. One by one, each stood up, walked to the candle, picked it up and knelt facing his pledge brothers. He then revealed to them all there was to know about his sexuality. The pledge brothers asked questions, and when all were satisfied that he had been open and truthful, he returned to his seat on the ground, and another walked to the candle. By the time the ritual was over, the pledge brothers knew from where each was coming and there were no hidden concerns, suspicions or agenda's. 'No wonder, the Phi Sigs seemed so loyal to each other, they really knew and accepted each other and didn't have to play games,' I thought to myself. This particular group of pledges was exceptional and promised to be a lot of fun to put through their paces. I finished the last items of paperwork and then headed out to pick up some last minute items. Friday Evening It was just before 6:00 pm and all six Phi Sig pledges waited in the living room of the fraternity house. Dressed in an assortment of typical college age clothes, torn jeans here, cargo pants there, and so on, they lounged around the room waiting. They were very quiet as they glanced at each other and listened for any sound that would indicate their sealed instructions were being delivered. Despite the fact they had some general idea of what to expect, they all assumed that things were going to be tougher and more challenging then anything before. And they were right. When a knock echoed through the hall at exactly 6:00 pm, they jumped to their feet. Steve motioned for the others to wait. He went to the door, opened it and found no one there. He looked down and saw an envelope. It was labeled simply, "Pledges". Steve picked it up and hurried back to the living room. They all gathered round and just stared at the envelope. Finally Brad chimed in, "Come on guys, it's we know we're gonna do it, just open it." Steve tore it open, pulled out several pieces of paper, unfolded them and immediately started to read out loud. "PHI SIG PLEDGES Your weekend of challenges begins with the opening of these instructions. What follows is a list of orders and commands that you will complete exactly as described, and in the order they are listed. Like some tests in school, you will NOT read ahead. You must complete one command before reading the next. If you are to complete this weekend successfully, you will need to work together. You will also find that you will be called upon to compete against each other in various ways. In each of these competitions you will DO YOUR VERY BEST, individually or as a team. If there is any indication that you are not competing to your fullest potential, your fellow pledges will receive a penalty. I am a Special Master of Pledges. In addition to the orders contained in these pages, you will follow all other orders given to you for the rest of this long weekend, without question or argument. I know each of you very well and know you are all quite bright. By now, you should all have a pretty good idea of what is ahead of you. There are some fears and some fantasies, most of which you will be required to face. If any of you feel you cannot face these challenges, you may withdraw now and return to your dorm room. Talk among yourselves about it. When you have each made your decision, you will proceed to the first command listed below." Steve finished reading and then folded the paper. He looked around at his fellow Pledge Brothers, waiting for someone to say something. There were several minutes of silence as each pondered the instructions. Finally, one of the 18 year olds, Jim, spoke up. "Ahhhh, come on guys, we all knew this was coming... and we all know what's ahead. It's gonna be rough, for sure... humiliating, no doubt... painful, probably... and sexual, without question. So what's the big deal?" A pause, then Steve, the rough and tumble rugby player offered, "Dudes, I know that we can all handle any rough stuff or pain for that matter. There's not one wuss here!" Another pause, then Jared, the boyish looking blond haired cutie chimed in, "Yeah, and when it comes to the sexual stuff, let's face it, we know everything about each other... straight, gay, or bi, it doesn't matter to any of us, right? He waited for an answer. Several of the pledges looked back at Jared. He was usually quiet and came across as rather shy. Jared looked around the room. His rosy cheeks became very red as he considered that maybe he had said too much. Then Jared stammered, "Uh right?" They all looked at each other and then nodded. Then Todd, the party animal spoke, "Shit guys, let's get to the bottom line. You all know I am straight. I have never done anything sexual with a guy. I am pretty sure I will have to during this weekend... and you know what, I don't give a shit. If I enjoy myself, that's cool. If I don't, that's cool too. But I am willing to try it anyway. It's not like it will turn me gay or anything." They all seemed to agree. Then Todd turned to Brian, the 23 year old former Marine, and continued. "Brian, we all know you are gay... you told us that and more. I consider you to be my pledge brother... and if I have to do you or you me, I'm okay with it. I'm not sure about anything after this weekend, but who knows." They once again stood in silence, lost in thought. At last Steve, inquired, "Okay, does anyone want to leave?" Nobody moved. "Okay, then, I guess I should read the first instruction." Everyone nodded again. Steve unfolded the paper and read the first order: "ORDER #1- Now that you have completed your discussion, you will dial the number at the bottom of the page. You will let the phone ring for a number of rings equal to the number of you who have decided to continue. You will then hang up the phone and proceed to clean the fraternity house. You will not have to clean individual brothers' rooms, just the common ones like the lounge, kitchen, party room, bathrooms and so on. You will complete this task by 8:00 pm. Then you will proceed to ORDER #2." Steve looked around the room, "Last chance!" he inquired. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- MEANWHILE Across town, I waited in my office for my private line to ring. I was extremely excited. Any minute now I would know how many hot freshmen bodies would be on my plate for the weekend ahead. When the phone rang at 6:17, I almost jumped out of my seat! ONE RING! I felt a tightening in my balls. TWO RINGS! My manhood started to rise. THREE RINGS! More tightening in my balls. FOUR RINGS! More blood rushed into my rising pole. FIVE RINGS! I could see the tent forming in my pants. SIX RINGS! Damn, I almost lost it then. My cock was acting like it had just found the fountain of youth. I laughed at that thought... ahhh yes, I would see many vibrant fountains of youth this weekend! The ringing stopped abruptly after the sixth ring. I knew what must be happening at the Phi Sig house so I wasted no time. After a quick check in the garage to see that all was ready in the van, I ran out to my car, a non-descript Ford sedan chosen so as not to attract any special attention, and then headed towards the campus. It only took me about 15 minutes to reach the Phi Sig house. As I approached, I slowed down and cruised past the house. Judging by the sounds and the bodies passing back and forth across the windows, I could tell the pledges were rushing to complete the cleaning assignment. I smiled and then drove off to the place I had selected to observe their first stop of what I had called, "The Brick Run." -------------------------------------------------------------- 8:00 PM, The Phi Sig House As the old clock in the hall began chiming 8:00 o'clock, the six Phi Sig pledges returned to the lounge. They had completed their cleaning tasks in record time and were sweating from the exertion. Steve picked up the instruction papers and proceeded to read the next order. "ORDER #2- The Brick Run NOTE: When you are finished reading this order, you will put the papers back in the envelope, and then place it under the big couch. Now the order. Proceed to the back yard and find the wooden chest behind the big oak tree. Open the chest and carry out the order found there! The top of the oak is key! Time is of the essence!" They wasted no time. Steve shoved the instructions into the envelope and placed it under the couch. Then they raced to the back yard. They found the chest. Brad kneeled down and tried to open it. It was locked! And it was the type of lock that defied picking. "Fuck!" Brad shouted. "Now what do we do?" There were some quick suggestions about breaking the chest. Brian kicked it a few times, but it was a heavy oaken chest and it was clear that it would take a great deal of effort and time to defeat. Then Jared, the boyish imp offered, "Hey wait a second, I think I get it... 'the top of the oak is key'... get it?" He looked up to the top of the oak tree. They all followed his gaze. "I don't see anything but leaves," Todd observed. Then Jim announced, "Okay guys, bet ya any money there's a key up there somewhere, but it's getting dark, so we'll need a flashlight. Someone get one from the house.... now who's the best tree climber?" Smiles all around then everyone looked at Todd. "Shit, okay I guess that's me," Todd laughed. Brad rushed into the house and returned a moment later with a flashlight, then handed it to Todd. Todd jumped into the tree and proceeded to climb. It was a tough climb. He searched all over the uppermost branches and finally found a small fluorescent pouch. He grabbed it and quickly descended. Steve took the pouch from Todd. He tore it open, reached inside and pulled out a key. The chest was quickly opened and all peered inside. It wasn't a very big chest and it was filled with a pile of black and white cloth... a small envelope... and a brick. Steve picked up the envelope, tore it open and read the next order. "ORDER #3 One of you will put these items on, over his clothes. One of you will carry the brick. Then, you will all run to the Tasty Treat Donut shop across town. When you arrive, the one dressed in the outfit will enter the shop, go to cashier and say, 'Hi, I am Sister Mary Holy Water, do you have a package for me?' The cashier will give you a package. You will leave, go around to the back of the shop with your pledge brothers and open the package. Your next order will be there. Time is of the essence!" They all looked quizzical. Brad reached into the chest and pulled out the outfit and the brick. He handed the brick to Jim and then unfolded the cloth. He held it up for all to see, it was a Nun's Habit! Brad started laughing and then inquired, "Okay, who's gonna be a Nun for the night?" They all laughed and then looked at Jared. He stopped laughing and then blushed. "Okay, okay... I know, I'm the cutest any way" he said with an impish smile. He quickly dressed in the habit. He did make a pretty cute Nun. After a round of jabs at Jared's expense, they were off. They wasted no time, cutting across campus at full speed. What a sight they made. Five hot freshman jocks and a Nun, running feverishly towards the donut shop on the other side of town. ------------------------------------------------------------------- I was sitting in my car, across the street from the donut shop so that I could see the front and back of the store. It was exciting as I watched the six pledges approach the shop... well five pledges and a Nun... hahaha. I was anxious to see who they had chosen as the Nun. As they arrived at the shop, I was able to catch a glimpse of the Nun's face... 'Ahhhh, sweet Jared, a good choice." -------------------------------------------------------------------- Jared entered the shop, walked up to the cashier and delivered his line with an imitation female voice. "Hi, I am Sister Mary Holy Water, do you have a package for me?" He said it just a little too loud. Several patrons turned their heads and laughed. The clerk laughed too, as he handed a large bag to the Sister...er Jared. Jared's face flushed and he hurried out of the store. When the other pledges saw Jared emerge, they quickly ushered him around to the lot behind the store. They opened the bag and pulled four boxes out of the bag, each holding a dozen donuts. There was also an envelope. Steve motioned to Jim, who took the envelope and proceeded to read, "Congratulations Pledges, you are doing well. Now look behind the dumpster. You will find another locked chest. Your next orders are in the chest, along with a brick. Now in case you haven't figured it out yet, you will be retrieving 6 bricks tonight. One for each of you to carry. To open this chest, you will need a key. To get the key, you must eat all of the donuts in the boxes given you. The key is inside one of them. And, even if you find it early, you must eat all of the donuts. Don't even think about cheating! --------------------------------------------------------------------- I watched the pledges through my sports binoculars from across the street. I was pleased that they were following their orders as they began eating the donuts. As luck would have it, I estimated that they had eaten about three dozen when they found the key. Even so, they continued to polish off the remaining donuts, then turned to the chest. Yes, these guys would be very good. --------------------------------------------------------------------- It was Jim who unlocked the chest, but they all peered inside. The only things inside were a brick and an envelope, which was opened quickly, and once again read aloud. "ORDER #4 One of you will carry this brick. You will now place the Nun's outfit and your shirts in the chest. If any of you have more than one shirt on, you will place them in the chest as well, so you are all bare-chested. You will then lock the chest, but leave the key in the lock. Once that is accomplished, you will proceed to the third floor of Forest Hall. Find the RA (Resident Assistant) on that floor and get him to open room 315 for you. The chest with your next order is in that room. You will also need to get the key for the chest from the RA." Without delay, Jared took off the Nun's outfit and his shirt and placed them in the chest. The others removed their shirts and placed them inside as well. Brad grabbed the brick and locked the chest. Then they all turned back towards campus, running at a fast pace to the dorm, two miles away. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I watched as my six bare-chested freshman hotties took off running. I knew I would not see them for a little while, but smiled as I pictured them going through the next series of orders. Then I drove off to a position later in their route. I was hard and knew I would remain so for quite sometime. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Forest Hall It didn't take long for the pledges to reach Forest Hall. It had been a brisk run and some of them had "tossed their cookies" on the way. Donuts and running don't mix very well. Their upper bodies glistened with a nice light coat of sweat as they rushed inside and headed to the third floor. They found the RA, Glen, a rather skinny geek type, who was obviously expecting them. Before anyone could say a word, Glen raised his hand and motioned them to follow him. "Don't worry boys I know why you're all here, follow me." They followed him to a small study lounge which was vacant. No surprise on a Friday night. Glen stopped, turned around and looked them up and down. "Okay, guys, let's not waste time with small talk. You need a couple of things from me. I will give them to you for a price." The pledges looked at each other, knowingly, each contemplating ways to get the keys without having to give too much to this half-pint. Glen raised his hand again, cutting off any verbal response. "So here's the deal... which by the way, is non-negotiable. To get the key for Room 315, you will all drop your pants and shorts to your ankles so I can examine your bodies. When I am done, I will give you the room key and choose one of you to stay behind while the other five go to the room to find the chest. While the others search the room, the guy I chose will do whatever I say until the rest find the chest and bring it here, at which point I will give you the key to the chest. Now that's the deal, as I said, it is not negotiable!" The pledges looked at each other again. They knew there would be no way around this. The little geek wanted to get off having some jock's to order around. Steve looked at his fellow pledges, shrugged his shoulders then unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his briefs down to his ankles. The others all did the same. Glen seemed very pleased as he walked around the room checking out the six naked jocks. "Okay boys, put your hands behind your heads and keep them there," Glen ordered. They did as they were told and Glen smiled again. He proceeded to check each one out carefully. He opened their mouths, massaged chests, stomachs, abs, butts and legs. And of course he fondled the heck out of everyone's cock and balls. They all felt humiliated to be, handled by this diminutive pip squeak. When he had completed his rounds, Glen reached into his pockets, pulled out a key and held it out to Steve. Then he pointed to Todd, "I choose him! He will do whatever I say until the rest of you oversexed jokers come back here with the chest." Todd looked concerned, but nodded his agreement. Steve grabbed the key, the five then pulled up their pants and headed to room 315, determined to find the chest quickly and limit Todd's exposure to the horny little creep. It was a dorm room after all, how hard could it be to find a chest in it. Glenn watched the others run off, then turned to Todd. "Okay, jock boy, step out of those pants and come over here." Todd obediently did as he was told and was then standing in front of Glen, naked except for his white athletic socks and running shoes. Glen walked around Todd a couple of times. He liked what he saw. Todd had a full head of thick dark hair. Even after the run, there didn't appear to be one hair out of place. His naked body glistened with sweat. Glen's touches confirmed what the eye saw. Todd's body was solid as a rock, yet still had a smooth slender appearance and a wondrous flat groin, covered with a dense forest of pubic hairs. He slapped Todd's butt and then walked around front and started feeling Todd's nipples. Todd flinched at this invasion of his private space. No guy had ever touched him like this before. His face blushed and he quivered. Glen laughed, "Don't worry jock boy, we'll have plenty of time together, you'll see!" Todd shook a little as he saw the hungry look in Glen's eyes. "Now get down on your knees, spread your legs wide and put your hands behind your back." Todd felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he lowered himself to his knees and assumed the submissive position. 'Hurry up guys' he wished to himself. Room 315 With their comrade in the clutches of the horny little RA, the five pledges rushed to the room to locate the chest. They unlocked the door then tried to push it open, it gave a little, but resisted. Steve pressed his shoulder to the door and pressed hard, the door moved in as piles of crumpled newspaper began tumbling out of the room into the hallway. They looked at each other and said, in unison, "OH Shit!" as the realization struck. The room was filled from floor to ceiling with crumpled newspapers. After the initial shock wore off, they plunged into the room, wading through the paper and feeling for the chest. As if the paper wasn't enough, all the furniture was still in the room, buried under the papers. They would have to feel every inch of the room to find the chest and save Todd from Glen's hands. Speaking of Glen's hands... The Study Lounge Todd watched as Glen removed his own shirt, then slowly slid his jeans down and stepped out of them. He stepped closer to Todd, so that his boxer clad crotch was now right in front of Todd's face. Todd had no doubt what was happening inside. Glen's boxers were tented and rising higher. Glen placed his hands on either side of Todd's head and pulled his face up against his boxers. "Go ahead, jock boy, give them a good sniff!" Todd, took a deep whiff. Then another. The smell of Glen's crotch filled him with a variety of conflicting emotions. There was that slightly acrid smell that said 'sweat, piss and cum'. But there was also that musk like smell that said manhood. To his surprise, Todd realized that he was excited by the whole thing. There he was, the jock stud, naked and on his knees, with his face pressed against the crotch of this little geek. He contemplated that for a few moments. He was after all straight... a free spirit for sure, but very straight. And yet he was excited. Just then, Glen forced Todd's face even tighter against his groin. Todd felt his manhood stir. It was true that Glen's scent was somewhat exciting. But, it was Glen's control over him that was arousing. "Okay, jock boy, now pull my boxers down to my ankles. Don't even think about using your hands. Use your teeth," Glen commanded. Todd didn't think twice. He immediately began working on Glen's boxers. He grabbed one leg and pulled it down a few inches, then did the same to the other. He was so caught up in the task at hand, that he didn't even notice that his own manhood was well on its way to full erection. By the time he had Glen's boxers around his ankles he was painfully erect and leaking pre-cum. Then Glen ordered him to stand with legs spread and hands behind his head. As Todd assumed the position, Glen took note of Todd's massive erection. His cut cock was perfect and beautiful, standing at a 45 degree angle. Todd's face flushed with embarrassment as Glen declared, "Well, well jock boy, looks to me that you are pretty much a cock boy too!" He grabbed Todd's balls and squeezed them hard. "Or are you one of those guys who gets off being ordered around by someone like me?" Todd shook with a mixture of pain and excitement. He was overcome with two conflicting desires. On the one hand, he wanted his pledge brothers to hurry back... On the other, he hoped they would take their time because he wanted Glen to continue. It was very confusing. Glen squeezed Todd's balls again. "Well my cock jock boy, which is it, do you want me to continue with you or not?" Todd winced from the pain, but was also in a state of incredible desire. He desperately wanted this geek boy to command him, to humiliate him, to punish him and force him to do whatever he wanted. "Yesss... please, uh... do me!" Todd stammered. Glen squeezed harder. "Yes, what?" Todd was sweating profusely now. His cock was throbbing. He thought and thought, then finally said, "Yes sir... do whatever you want to me, please sir." Glen laughed viciously and slapped Todd's cock very hard! "Okay, cock boy, I will do that! But none of that cumming shit until I give you permission!" He gave Todd's swelling cock another hard slap, "Understand SHITHEAD?" Tears filled Todd's eyes as he reeled from the pain. He instinctively lowered his eyes and said, "Yes sir! I understand." Despite the slaps, Todd's cock remained fully erect, and was in fact, even harder. Todd now began to worry. He was so full of raging desire, that he would do anything to get off. What's more, he noted that a girl was nowhere in the equation, only Glen. And every passing thought of Glen ordering him about brought him ever closer to cumming. Glen laughed. "You know what boy? It looks to me like we both have a really full bush." He stroked Todd's pubes with his fingers. "Yes, I can see we do, they look pretty much the same. I wonder how else they compare... say in the smell department?" He looked back and forth between their pubes, then continued. "You know, I think I want your opinion on that. I want you to compare the aroma. Now it's easy for you to smell mine, but what about your own?... hmmm" Glen thought for a moment and said, "Guess I'll have to help you with that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pair of needle nose pliers. He held them in front of Todd's face. "Okay cock boy, I'm going to get some samples for you, so you can sniff your own pubes. Clasp your hands tightly behind your head and keep them there. And no screaming! Understood?" Todd nodded. His mind was racing. There was fear for the pain he was about to endure, but there was also that incredible sense of desire. 'Damn' he thought, 'Am I really that twisted? And where the hell did these feelings come from?' He could never remember feeling like this. Then again, he had never been in a position like this before. What was even worse? He found himself thinking of some nastier and more painful things that he wanted Glen to make him do. "ARGGGGGH.... FUCK MAN!" Todd said loudly as Glen pulled the first pubic hair from his groin. Glen slapped him across the face and said, "Not so loud, cock boy! Or I'll pull out a whole lot more than I need!" "SHITTTTT...!" Glen yanked a couple more hairs from Todd's pubic forest. Then without waiting, he continued plucking. Todd groaned and moaned and cursed, through the whole thing but he didn't unclasp his hands. After Glen had a nice little bundle of thirty plus hairs, and with a teary eyed Todd covered with sweat, he announced he was finished. He then ordered Todd to his knees with his hands behind his back. Todd did as he was told. "Okay, my jock, cock boy, let's see what you come up with." He held the bundle of pubic hairs under Todd's nose. "Go ahead, take some good deep sniffs. You're gonna compare them to mine in a minute." Todd started sniffing. Though the "sample" was small, there was enough. There was a musty sort of odor that was slightly intoxicating and a mixture of sweat, hair, man scent and maybe a hint of cum from his morning jackoff session. At last Glen pulled the hairs away, grabbed the back of Todd's head and pulled his face into his groin. As Todd's nose pressed into Glen's pubes, he took several deep breaths. The scent was very much like his own, stronger just from the fact there was so much more to smell. But there was something else. There was a sort of sweetness to the odor. A sweetness laden with heavy man scent. The more Todd smelled, the more excited he got. It also occurred to Todd that this smell was actually much more exciting the smell of pussy he had grown accustomed to. 'Damn' he thought, 'What the fuck is happening to me?' His mind continued to race, yet he did not want the moment to end. He wanted to stay there, engulfed by Glen's heavy bush, warm and safe. All too soon, Glen pushed Todd's head back. He looked at Todd's trance-like expression and the heavy amount of precum oozing from Todd's huge erection and laughed, snapping Todd out of his daze. "Well my dear Cock Boy, looks to me like you enjoyed your little romp through the bushes! So tell me, whose pubes did you like more and what was the difference?" Todd blubbered his way through his evaluation... "Well, uh... mine smelled pretty good... real man-like and all that.... yours smelled the same, but a lot stronger and... well, kind of sweeter or something..." Glen laughed again. "Hahaha, I'll take that as a compliment." Todd nodded, and then looked at Glen's bush again. "Hahaha... looks like you'd like to return to the bush again?" Todd nodded again. 'Damn,' he thought to himself, 'why the hell did I say that!' "Okay, my cock, jock, bush boy, I have something a little more exciting for you." He stepped closer to Todd and rubbed his cockhead back and forth over Todd's lips. Todd was actually salivating at this point. 'Any thing to get another whiff of those sweet pubes' he thought. "Okay boy, start jerking yourself off. If you get me real excited, you'll get to smell and taste more of me. But no cumming until I say so!" Todd immediately began wanking his manhood. He put on a great show, like a horned up sex doggie. This wasn't hard, since he was in a feverish state of burning desire. He yanked, gyrated and panted! It didn't take long for Glen to be completely boned himself. Once more he moved his groin close to Todd's face. "Open you mouth, cock boy, I have something for you to taste." Todd opened his mouth as Glen poked his pole forward. Todd was salivating even more. He was like a starving animal. He jerked his own cock faster and harder as he leaned towards Glen's inviting meat. But Glen wanted to toy with him a little more. Each time Todd tried to get that warm cock in his mouth, Glen would edge back... he let Todd's lips and tongue touch his inflamed head... but not to take him. Finally Glen decided the moment had arrived, Todd was now delirious with cock desire. He told Todd to open wide as his cock began a slow passage over Todd's lips. Then suddenly. "BAMMMMM," the door to the study lounge burst open and Todd's long lost pledge brothers rushed in, triumphantly carrying the chest. There was a momentary pause and hush as they took in the scene in front of them. For the gay and bi brothers it could not be any hotter. And for the straight brothers, well, let's just say though slightly uncomfortable, it still seemed strangely exciting. Todd, the hot jock, who was straight as an arrow and had sex with so many girls, was naked, on his knees, sweating like a big dog and jerking himself wildly, while a little geek was putting his dick in Todd's mouth. It was incredible. After the moment had passed, the brothers rushed over, slammed the chest on the table and separated Todd from his taskmaster. Glenn scrambled to put on his clothes and the brothers helped Todd with his undershorts and pants. Steve marched over to Glen and demanded, "Okay you little shit, you had your fun with Todd and we did what you wanted, now give us the fucking key to the chest!" Glen did not argue, he gave Steve the key, then turned to leave. As he passed Todd, he stopped. Both were out of earshot from the others who were busy opening the chest. "Call me, cock boy!" whispered Glen. "FUCK YOU" whispered Todd. Glen smiled and walked out of the room. Todd watched him leave and thought to himself, 'Fat chance shithead, I know what you want from me... so just forget it... uh... maybe forget it. Damn, I really need to get off big time... I wonder what Glen would make me do if... SHIT Todd, get hold of yourself!' He then walked over to his pledge brothers. Steve had already opened the chest and removed the envelope and the brick. He gave the brick to Brian and then tore open the envelope. ORDER #5 So far so good pledges. By now you should have the brick process down, so I won't need to remind you. You will now remove your pants and place them in this chest. You will then run to the cemetery on the west side of town. Find the grave of Patrick Marsh and you will find the next chest. They all looked at each other with that knowing look, 'Well he we go,' they thought. They quickly slid their pants off, placed them inside the chest, and dashed out of the room. They had decided to use the back stairway so as to avoid too much attention. The cemetery was a pretty good distance so they began the run at a fast, but steady pace. Fortunately it was dark and they did not encounter many people. What a site they made, six cute, hard-bodied jocks, running across town, wearing only their underwear, shoes and socks. Even more so since four were in white cotton briefs, one in khaki briefs, and one in a jock strap. The run lasted almost 30 minutes. When they arrived at the cemetery, they were sweating and breathing hard. As they stood catching their breath, they surveyed the task ahead. Fortunately it wasn't a huge cemetery. Large yes, but not too large. Unfortunately, it was surrounded by a high stone wall, with an equally high iron gate, which was now locked. After a brief discussion, they elected to climb the gate. It wasn't that hard. The trickiest part was getting over the spear points at the top. One slip there and you could impale yourself or be singing a higher tune. Still they were all soon standing inside the gate, and planning how to best search the cemetery. Just as they were about to split up, they were caught in the beam of a very bright flashlight. "What the hell are you boys up to?" a raspy voice declared from the porch of the small caretaker's building just inside the gate. They stood frozen in the light as it drew closer. "Well, well, look what we have here!" said the voice as he snapped off the light and stepped into the group of near naked pledges. The man was old. Well old to these guys anyway. He could have been cast as a prospector in any number of old west movies. Unshaven, with scraggly unkempt hair, he was nonetheless not that unattractive. If you gave him a second look, you might notice that underneath the baggy bib overalls and worn T-shirt was a body that was actually in pretty good shape. One might even think that he was just playing a role and was not that old at all. "What are you doing in here? It's after dark and the cemetery is closed. I don't want any fooling around in here! So you get out before I call the cops!" They all looked at each other. Then Steve spoke up. "Please sir, we're just doing this as part of a fraternity initiation, we're not going to do any damage. We're just here to find something that was left for us." The old man smiled. "Oh yea, college days. Well, you all don't look like you're here to vandalize the place," he chuckled as he gestured towards their glistening bodies. "Hehehe, vandals don't usually dress like that. But there are rules, and I'm not supposed to let anyone in here after dark," he murmured as he looked them over again and winked. Brian, the former Marine, with the short blond hair and well developed body stepped closer to the man. "Sir, we would really appreciate it if you could let us stay, maybe even help us find what we are looking for. We would be more than happy to return the favor." The pledges glanced at each other. Brian looked the man straight in the eye and waited. If he was correct in his evaluation, he'd know as soon as the man replied. "Well now, we just might be able to work something out," the man proclaimed as he began a much closer examination of Brian's body. Brian knew he was right. His GayDar was right on the money! To speed the process, he spread his legs slightly and put his hands behind his head so the man could really check him out. Brian had spent four years in the Marine Corps and his body showed it. His chest was very well defined, yet with no bulging muscles. Below his flat stomach which hinted of a slight six pack, there was a large bulge inside his khaki briefs that indicated he was very well endowed. His legs were strong and smooth and covered with a light coating of warm blond hair. And to cap things off, he had a beautiful tight ass with muscle dimples. Yes he was a sight! The man, took note of the khaki briefs. "Were you in the military boy?" Brian instantly snapped to attention. "Yes sir, Marine Corps sir!" he shouted. "Okay then, you know how to follow orders, don't you?" "Sir, yes, sir!" The man laughed and then leaned closer to Brian. "Okay, tell you what, if you follow my orders for the next, oh say 15 minutes, I'll let you guys stay... give me 30 minutes, and I'll help you find what you are looking for. How's that?" "That is fine Sir, I'll do the 30, sir!" "Then we have a deal!" nodded the man. He then directed the other pledges to go over to the side of the building and sit on the ground in one line. Then he ordered Brian to stand facing them. "Okay, Marine, lose the briefs!" Brian, pulled his briefs down to his ankles, stepped out of them, tossed them aside and returned to attention. As the other brothers looked at him, they could see that Brian was not the only thing standing at attention. His full 9 inches of manhood was sticking almost straight up. The man looked at Brian's hardened cut cock and smiled approval. He grabbed it and squeezed it tightly, causing Brian to wince. "Yes Marine boy, we'll gonna have us a little fun now!" At this point in time, it seems appropriate to reveal the sexual orientation of the six pledge studs. They already knew about each other's interest and experience in this area anyway. Brian, was of course gay. It was how he got out of the Marine Corps with an honorable discharge. Todd, the dark-haired jock with the slender body and heavy bush, was straight, but with a strong gay desire emerging rapidly. Brad, the little workout freak, with the chiseled face and a body like the statue David, was Bisexual. Jim, the intellectual with the swimmers build, was straight. As was Jared, the blond haired blue eyed imp, with the boyish face. And Steve, the solid rough and tumble rugby player with the warm brown eyes was Straight, but beginning to believe he was more bi than straight. As the man squeezed Brian's manhood, he took a moment to checkout the other five boys. Judging by their squirms and in some cases, rising tents, it was clear that straight or not, they were all aroused at the scene unfolding in front of them. Todd in particular. "Okay, Marine, assume a pushup position and keep your eyes on your friends." Brian dropped to a pushup position. He was in the up position waiting for the command to begin. "Hold that position, I'll be right back." The man walked to the back of the building, retrieved a small canvas bag, and a bunch of small branches covered with holly leaves. The type of holly that was hard and very prickly. When he returned, he placed the branches on the ground directly under Brian's groin. He lifted the branches just enough to touch Brian's engorged manhood. Then placed them back on the ground. Brian, reacted with a loud, "OH...GOD...!" as the prickly ends of the hard leaves stuck into his stretched cock flesh. Though he jumped slightly, he held his position. "There you go Marine, that's what that huge cock of yours will feel if you get too low. When I say, begin, you will start doing pushups. You will continue doing them until I tell you to stop, and not before. And you will count them out. Understood? "Sir, yes, sir." "Very well, begin." Brian started his pushups. They were perfect examples of military pushups. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... By the time Brian reached thirty, his cock, began to lose just a little of its hardness. The immediate result was that it was more pliant and was no longer at full attention so it hung a little lower. At thirty two, the implication of this became known to Brian, as his dick touched the prickly points of the holly leaves on the down part of his pushup. "Thirty two... ARGGHHHH... FUCK..." He didn't go quite as low on the next pushup. The man noticed this immediately and knelt down beside Brian. "Thirty three." "Okay, smart boy. Every pushup has to be a proper pushup! You can go a little slower for a bit, but you should be able to figure this out. If you stay at your hardest, you'll have no problem, so think happy thoughts!" Brian tried another pushup. To his credit, he did a proper one and lowered himself to the correct position, but he paid the price as more of the prickly leaves attacked his cock. "ARRrrrghhh!" He cried. "Thirty four." Another pushup... and another cry of pain. "Thirty five.... EEEE....SHIT!" Brad watched along with his fellow pledges. He wished there was something he could do to help Brian. Then it occurred to him. Brian was still looking at the others as ordered. His focus was drawn to the center of the group as Brad rose to his knees. Brad slowly pulled down his jockstrap (Brad always liked looking at his hot bod in a strap). He then licked his finger and started to seductively play with his cock head. Brian's eyes widened, and to his relief, he felt an immediate stirring in his cock, as fresh blood rushed into his organ. "Thirty six... uhhh." His cock only felt a couple of jabs. "Thirty seven!" "Thirty eight!" Brian was on a roll now and so was Brad who kept up his little sex show helping Brian keep rock hard. It was yet another awesome sight. This naked Marine, fully aroused... performing pushups in front of a row of college jocks, one of whom was providing continual arousal material for the Marine. Brian seemed to gain strength from the scene. His body glistened with more sweat as his speed increased. He was "in the zone" as he passed the eighty and ninety marks and kept going. After he blew through 100 , the man finally said "Stop." "Okay, back on your feet Marine and assume a parade rest position." "Sir, yes sir!" Brian jumped to his feet. Spread his legs and clasped his arms tightly behind the small of his back. He was breathing hard, but could obviously have done many more. The man looked down at his raging hardon. It was throbbing slightly and leaking precum. It also appeared totally unaffected by the tiny red marks that dotted it's head, underside and the balls below. He grabbed Brian's shaft and asked loudly, "You're gay, aren't you Marine? "Sir, yes sir," Brian shouted. "And your buddies know that it seems. Do they also know all of the gay things you've done with other guys?" "Sir, yes sir, they do. I told them sir!" "Well that is commendable Marine boy! It is also commendable that it doesn't seem to bother your brothers here." The all smiled proudly. The man let them have their moment. "Well, we are at the 15 minute point and I have another order for you." Brian instinctively snapped to attention to receive his order, "Sir, yes sir!" "You will now explain to your brothers, in minute detail, how you suck another man's cock." Brian's face flushed. It was one thing to share your sexual orientation and experience with your friends. It was another to have to describe in detail how he pleasured another man. For this gay, but proud hunky marine, there was a humiliating element to this. Even so, he had agreed to the deal. "Sir, yes sir." Standing there at attention, with a red face and hardon, the Marine looked at his brothers and started. "Well, guys, when I suck a cock, most of the time the guy is already hard. I like him to lie down on his back so I can work on him easily. If he is not hard to begin with, I take his cock and balls into my mouth and gently swish them around with my tongue until he gets hard." The other guys listened with a mixture of interest and sorrow that their brother had to do this. The man interrupted Brian. "Hold on a second there. You know I think this would be better if we had a visual aid. You know a demonstration." He gestured to the other five. Brian responded defensively, "But sir, with all due respect sir, the deal just involved me, sir." The man laughed. "Yes, but since one of your buddies helped you through the pushups by providing you with his little sex show..." Brad blushed. "As far as I am concerned they became participants in the deal. So that is that." Brian looked at the rest, "You guys okay with that? I mean we don't have much time left anyway?" They all agreed. The man smiled and said, "Okay, Marine, since you all seem to know so much about each other, which of these guys are straight?" Brian pointed at each as he spoke, "That would be Todd, Jim and Jared sir." The man looked pleased. "Good, now which of you guys has never touched another man's cock... not counting when you were a little kid." Jared and Jim both raised their hands. Todd did so to too, but only half way. The man smirked. "Okay, maybe you are not as straight as you think, eh? Todd blushed and lowered his eyes. "Okay, that leaves you two. So I choose you pretty boy!" He said as he pointed to the boyish Jared. "Get over here." He looked at Brian and Jared and said, "Well Marine this is what I want, you will lay down on your back, with your arms stretched above your head. Pretty boy here, will kneel beside you, and you will talk him through the best oral action your cock and balls have ever felt!" Jared's face flushed, and his mouth dropped open. Brian started to protest but the man shouted. "That's an order Marine." Brian shrugged his shoulder and lay down as instructed. Jared remained frozen. Brian smiled up at him and said, "That's okay Jared, you can do it. It doesn't change anything about you. I'll talk you through it. If it helps any, think of the pleasure it will give me. Like the pleasure you get when a girl goes down on you." Jared knelt slowly. Brian noticed a tear in his eye. "Look Jared, if you don't want to do this, that's okay. We'll find a way, even if it means I have to take some more shit, I know this guy will deal." They both looked up at the man who picked up the canvas bag, pulled out a paddle and smiled at Brian. Brian looked up at him and said, "Uh, sir, would say another 30 minutes of orders from you for me be okay instead?" The man nodded. "See Jared, that's okay, I can take it," Brian offered reassuringly. "You won't have to suck me." Jared looked back at Brian and said strongly, "Oh geeze Brian, it's not what you think, I told you guys that I had sex with my girl friends and I did. But... well, uh... I know it sounds strange but none of them did that to me... so I don't know anything about how to do it or how it feels." Brian smiled warmly. "That's okay Jared, I'll talk you through it and by the time you are done, you'll know just what you'll want your girl friends to do to you." Jared smiled broadly and looked up at the man. "I'm ready now sir." The man smiled and put the paddle away. Then he said. "Well, Marine, you have a true command presence. I'm gonna startup the clock again and this is what I want. You will talk your pretty boy friend here through the best head you've ever had. If he makes you cum before time runs out, I will consider the deal completed. If not, we will have to re-negotiate and I have plenty of time and of course pretty boy here will be part of the deal this time in a big way, he winked! "Okay go!" Brian acted quickly to keep Jared from freaking. "Jared listen to me and do exactly as I say and we will be fine." "But we only have like ten minutes," Jared stammered. "That's okay, that's plenty, just do what I say." Jared nodded. "Okay I am already super hard, we'll get to the good part. Lean down and lick the base of my cock with your tongue." Jared did as he was told. The slight sense of revulsion he felt as his tongue touched Brian's massive hardon, vanished quickly and he felt his own cock harden. This was actually exciting. "Good, now, move you tongue up along the underside of my cock. And make believe your tongue is a feather that you are tickling it with. Do it nice and slow!" Jared began moving his tongue gently back and forth as he inched his way up Brian's manhood. As he did, his own breathing became harder as he smelled the musty and sweaty scent of Brian's pubes. He was felling light headed and his cock rose to its peak. Brian, now threw some encouraging words at Jared. Which wasn't that hard because they were true. "Oh God... Jared that is so good... ahhhhhhh, shit... you make me feel so hot... damn!" Brian's pelvis began to pump lightly. Jared quickened up the pace and arrived at Brian's cockhead. "Okay Jared, damn, man you are so fucking cute... and your tongue... Okay, now, wipe your tongue around my head." Jared did as he was told as Brian moaned. "Now buddy... ohhh... Place your lips on either side of my cock, but keep it outside your mouth, press your tongue against it and then move up and down it a few times." Jared wasted no time. He licked his lips then wrapped them around the top of Brian's shaft. He pressed his tongue against the cock flesh and started up and down. First one side and down the other. Brian looked down at Jared. Then his head flew back and he moaned in sheer pleasure. "GEEEZE... Jared... uh... that is soooo good." After three passes Jared paused. "Good man, good... now take the head of my cock in your mouth and start sucking on it hard. Suck it into your mouth deeper and deeper... and..." "AHHHHHGGGGH..." Jared's mouth was already sucking Brian's cock inside. Brian realized he would probably loose the ability to issue instructions any moment as he lapsed into pre-orgazm ecstasy. "Okay Jared... here's the last thing... keep doing....uhhh... what your are doing and get faster... grab my balls with your hand and start fondling them lightly..... ohhhhhhhh...yea... oh yea.... When I start to yell and you feel... uhh.. my balls tighten, pull off my cock and bite the base of my cock hard." He could hardly talk, his breathing was hard, his body locked in a fuck rhythm. He glanced up at the man who was looking at his watch. Damn, Brian thought it's gonna be close. Then he lost all thought as Jared began taking his cock in ever deeper and faster. Then it happened. In one instant, Jared felt the movement in Brian's big balls. He pulled off his cock, leaned lower and bit the base of Brian's throbbing manhood HARD with his lip covered teeth. For good measure he began squeezing Brian's balls as the eruption began. Brian let out the familiar Marine cheer... "OOOOH.. RAHHHHHHHHH..." so loud that it echoed across the darkened cemetery. Stream after stream of solid man seed shot from his raging cock. His body shook violently as he continued shooting. "Ok God... Jared... fuck Jared... that was so good!... damn!!!!!!" At last Brian's gyrations subsided and he looked up at the man. "Well done Marine, and with 30 seconds to spare!" the man said, checking his watch. Brian smiled and sat up. He jokingly jabbed at Jared and said, "Hell, 30 seconds left... damn... I'll bet my buddy here could get me off again in thirty seconds... OOOH RAHH!" Jared's face flushed as the rest laughed. The man then said, "That's okay boys. Put your briefs back on Marine and tell me what you are looking for. A grave no doubt... so come on inside so I can check my diagrams." They all followed, except for Brian and Jared. Brian was pulling up his khaki briefs when Jared walked over to him. "Brian, you noticed didn't you?" Brian looked at him quizzically. Then Jared looked down at his briefs that were heavily tented out. Brian patted him on the shoulder and said, "Look bud, it doesn't mean a freaking thing. You made me feel real good. And that's great." "But I'm straight, I should not have gotten hard like that. I like to fuck girls, but... well, it was exciting too.... real exciting." "Look Jared, you have obviously never been in that situation before. You did what you did, and it was exciting. That's cool, it doesn't mean you are gay. It just means that you are one sexy dude." Jared smiled. "Oh yeah, and if you don't get what you want from your girls soon, let me know, I'll return the favor... that's cool." He winked and then headed to the building. Jared muttered... "Uh, thanks Brian... uh, but..." His face was flushed again. As he followed after Brian, he felt another surge in his cock. With the man's help, it didn't take long to find the chest. When they got it, they thanked him and he said he would unlock the gate so they could leave without having to climb it. He then waved and headed off tossing a key to the boys. Jared, caught it and realized it was the key to the chest. They all laughed at that then opened the chest. Jared grabbed the brick in this chest and listened while the order was read. ORDER #6 You will all place your shoes in this chest. Then you will proceed to the University pool and you will ALL retrieve the chest from the deep end wearing what you have on. True patriots will be able to find the key. They quickly pulled off their shoes, dropped them in the chest and started running. Now they were wearing only socks and briefs. As they reached the gate, which was open and started through it, Brian glanced back towards the caretaker's building, he couldn't be positive, but he thought he saw the man, talking to someone else beside a large black van. FRIDAY NIGHT- 11:00 PM Despite the fact that they were only wearing socks, the six pledges were able to keep up at a fairly good pace. When they arrived at the pool, they were once more covered with sweat. Once again they were faced with a climb to get to their objective. This time over a chain link fence. It was not a tough obstacle, except for the top where they had to carefully lift their lightly protected groins over the sharp pointed top links. It did not take them long to figure out that the clue meant the flagpole. They could just make out a white envelope taped near the top of the pole. Climbing the pole was another matter. With their bodies slick with sweat, it was near impossible to get enough traction to shimmy up the pole. After several attempts by Steve, Todd and Brad, it was little Jared who was finally able to climb the pole, with the help of a big boost from Brian. With the key in hand, they rushed to the pool. They could not see the bottom, but were sure the chest was there. They all jumped into the pool and dove to the bottom. For all of them, the water, though quite cold, felt good. It cooled there bodies and took care of the tents in their briefs. They found the chest quickly and strong armed it out of the pool. Inside they saw the brick and an envelope wrapped in plastic. Steve grabbed the brick while Jim opened the envelope. They pulled their socks off and dropped them in the chest as Jim read the order. ORDER #7 Place your socks into the chest and proceed to 1512 Elmwood Way. Go to the back door, knock three times and wait. Follow ALL instructions given to you by whoever opens the door. GO THERE RIGHT NOW without delay! "Hmmm," said Jim. "Anyone know where that is?" It didn't seem to register with anyone, then all of a sudden, Steve looked up. "SHIT MAN, we all know where it is!" he declared. They looked at him confused. "Yea we do... we just know it by another name... It's Sorority Row!" They looked around at each other. After the dip in the pool their wet briefs were now almost transparent. The only one with any decent coverage was Brad with his jock, which wasn't much. No one said anything as they turned and started running in bare feet. It only took a few minutes to reach the house. As soon as they saw the house they stopped to collect themselves. Steve looked at the house and shook his head, "OHHHHHH SHIT," he mumbled. Todd asked, "What's wrong?" Steve shook his head and then looked at the other guys. "It's the Tri Delt house. You guys don't know about them, but I do. My older brother brought me here last year to show me the campus and we went to some parties and I got to know a lot about all the fraternities and sororities and I heard all about the Tri Delts, they're different." Jared pressed closer, a little scared by Steve's ominous tone. "So, so, is that bad?" Steve laughed and continued, "Well let's just say the Tri Delts have a reputation.... they're... well, you know... uh... like nympho's or vixen. Kind of rough too." Jim now turned to Jared and said, "And that, could be pretty bad for six fraternity pledges dropped on their doorstep in their underwear." Jared's only response was, "Ohhhhhhh." Steve took a deep breath and said, "Follow me boys." They followed Steve to the back of the house and knocked on the door three times. It opened almost immediately. "Well, hello boys, you must be the Phi Sig pledges? I've been expecting you. My name is Tasha, the Tri Delt Pledge Mistress." She was actually quite beautiful. Long black hair, gorgeous eyes and sensuous lips, with a gymnast's body, now proudly on display in a tight jogging suit. She noted them all checking her out and laughed. "Don't worry, boys, you're not going to get any of this, or anything else inside. We have other plans for you over sexed jock boys. Now form a line standing side by side, spread your legs and place your hands behind your heads. They did as they were told. As she walked down the line in front of them, checking each out in turn, they shivered both from the cool night air on their wet skin and the looks Tasha gave each. When she reached the end of the line, she turned around and started back, stopping in front of each pledge. Todd was the one that end. "Let's see, now who have we here? Todd isn't it?" Todd nodded. She reached down, pulled the front of Todd's briefs out, looked inside and said, "Nice full bush you have their Todd, hope you didn't lose too many hairs tonight!" She left Todd's waistband snap back as his mouth dropped open in shock. Jared was next. With his boyish looks, he looked like a scared 14 year old boy. She looked at Jared and smiled. Then reached up and squeezed his rosy cheeks forcing his lips to pucker. "Ah yes, the sweet little Jared. You really are a cutie. And such nice lips." Jared was shivering more as she put a finger between his lips. "So just what did your first cock taste like pretty boy?" Jared looked like he was going to feint right there. Next was Jim. She stopped in front of him and ran her fingers through the dark hair that coated his nicely formed chest then through the hair that tapered off crossing his stomach, as it formed a line straight down to his pubes. "Hmmm, Jim, haven't heard much about you tonight. But who knows the night is young." Then she moved onto Brad. She looked his perfectly defined body up and down a couple of times, then eyed his jock. "And Brad, the little exhibitionist... did you put on a nice show for your Marine buddy? Do you have an agent?" she said as she patted the front of his jock. Brian was next. "Oh and of course, Brian, the Marine corps stud!" She looked him in the eye as she reached down and pulled the front of his briefs down. He was no longer hard but the red marks from the prickly ivy leaves were still obvious. "My, my, looks like your gun was through a war!" She pulled his briefs back up and then stepped in front of Steve. "And finally there's Steve, our hot, rough and tumble rugby jock!" she said rather viciously. "Of course we know our Steve, he does such a nice job taking care of new girls and visitors, even when he's a visitor himself." Steve was breathing very rapidly now. So much so that the others glanced his way. He was white as a ghost and was actually shaking with fear. This was completely uncharacteristic of him. Of all of them, he was probably the most gutsy, and lived life with a continual reckless abandon. She then turned towards the house and headed back inside. "Wait here boys, I'll only be a moment. You can relax for a bit." As soon as she was gone, they all gathered around Steve. Brian grabbed him by the arm and steadied him. "Dude, what the hell's wrong with you, you look terrible, man!" Brian inquired. "Oh man guys, I'm really fucked, REALLY FUCKED, I just know it...!" There was a hint of tears in his eyes as he quickly told them the story... As he had said earlier he had been to the campus the year before. He had attended a big party at one of the fraternity houses. There were a lot of sorority sisters there, and of course a lot of drinking. He had applied late to college and had to wait another year for acceptance. He was anxious to become part of the campus scene and was hanging out with a bunch of fraternity guys who were on the lacrosse team. With all the drinking they were becoming pretty cocky. Which naturally led to talk about women. Before he knew it he had made a bet that he could do any of the sorority girls at the party who wasn't firmly attached to a guy. Steve was drunk and horny, but not THAT stupid to horn in on another guy's main squeeze. But he was eager to show off. The bet was on, as long as the others could pick the girl. To Steve's surprise they pointed out a really cute girl who was sitting on a chair by the wall. She had been asked to dance by quite a few guys but turned them all down. In typical Steve fashion, he jumped at the challenge. He asked her to dance. She politely said no. He left and returned with a glass of punch and then sat down and started talking to her. Eventually she began to talk with him. Steve kept getting her to drink cup after cup of the grain alcohol punch. He was so drunk that he just kept prattling on about his athletic prowess, championship games, that it wasn't long before he walked out the door, arm and arm with one starry and glassy eyed girl. They walked back to the fraternity house where he had been told he could crash. The next thing you know, Steve woke up on the floor of the house. His shirt was off, and his pants were down around his ankles, and there was the girl with her breasts exposed and legs spread. Steve looked between his legs and hers and knew he had completed the bet. Then he noticed it... the tell tale sign that he had been her first. The guys from the party who had followed him back and waited outside, strolled in and stood around them. Steve, smiled at them and said, "Looks like I won the bet!" They laughed at him, "Wrongo shithead, the bet was to do a sorority girl... hahaha she's just a visitor!" Just then one of the other brothers wandered in. He looked down at Steve and the passed out girl and said, "Holy shit man, who did Tashas's little sister?" And that was when Steve found out he had fucked a high school girl who's older sister was a Tri Delt. Steve concluded the story. They all just stood there staring. Finally, it was Jared who breathed a sigh of relief! "Wow, man, you're fucked worse than the rest of us for sure." Brian smacked Jared on the top of the head. Then he turned to Steve, "Steve, we all know you are a tough guy, but I have a feeling this is going to be really bad for you. So, what's say we just call this quits, go back to the fraternity house and take our chances when the brothers come back?" The others agreed. Steve thought for a moment and said, "Shit NO, I'm gonna take whatever they dish out! No buts about it!" The old Steve was now back and the others knew he would not be talked out of it. Brad picked up the beat. "Let's let these bitch's know who's here, let's give em the Phi Sig cheer!" They immediately burst into the rowdy cheer, shouting at the top of their lungs, "PHI SIGS ONCE, PHI SIGS TWICE, HOLY GOD-DAMNED JESUS CHRIST! KICK-EM IN THE ASS, KICK-EM IN THE CUNT, RAH RAY, FUCK!!!!!!! When Tasha returned, they were as pumped as they could possibly be. To their surprise, she politely invited them inside and had them take seats around the big counter in the center of the kitchen. She brought over a plate full of burgers, chips and four of pitchers of beer. She poured each of them a large glass of beer. She told them to eat and drink up. Then excused herself and left. To the six near naked pledges, the beer and food was just what they needed. It didn't take long to finish off the four pitchers, as thirsty as they were. They were feeling pretty darn good when Tasha returned carrying a chest of familiar design. She set it on the counter in front of them. "Don't worry, boys, it's locked, but you'll be able to get the key later. Right now, I should tell you, our big party room is downstairs and completely sound-proofed and this is a special night, it's our annual "date night." All of the sisters are here with dates and are in the party room, just waiting for the entertainment. Which is, of course, where you guys come in!" "Leave your bricks on the table and follow me," she said simply. They followed her down a hallway and downstairs, where she motioned them into a room off to the side. It turned out to be a boiler room. "Okay boys sit down of the floor and put these on." She held out six blindfolds. They put them on and waited. Then she told them to hold out their arms with their wrists together. As each guy raised his hands in front of them, leather wrist restraints were put on him and quickly locked together. Finally leather ankle restraints were applied to them. They were told to wait, and not to talk. And so, they waited anxiously. >From just outside, they heard the door open to what had to be the big room. There were sounds of many people talking and drinking, both men and women. Someone entered the boiler room and said simply, "Todd, come with me." It was a man's voice. Todd scrambled to his feet and walked towards the voice. He was shaking as his hands were grabbed and then led towards the sound. Just outside the door, his hands were unshackled and then quickly re-shackled behind his back. He was then pushed into the big room and the door slammed behind him. The other pledges heard the door slam and then absolute silence. They could not hear any sound from the other room. THE BIG ROOM Though Todd could not see, he knew there were a lot of people in the room. As he was guided towards the far end he could feel many eyes on his body. Especially as he stumbled up several steps and out onto what had to be some type of stage. An announcer's voice rang out, "So without any further to-do, here's the first of the jock boy's we've been telling you so much about..... heeere's Todd" Todd was guided to the center of the stage to the sound of a thunderous applause. His legs were spread apart and the blindfold removed. What a sight he made, standing at the front of the stage in just a moist pair of jockey shorts, legs spread and his wrists bound behind him. He looked around the audience. There were probably about 40 couples present. Just about all of the Tri Delt's were there along with their dates. He recognized some of the guys from the university locker rooms. Many were on the football team, some were wrestlers and some were on Todd's own lacrosse team. Todd was clearly very nervous. There was a slight surge in his balls and he said a silent prayer not to get hard. The announcer walked over to him and put his arms around Todd's shoulders as he spoke into the microphone, "Now ladies and gentlemen, we should let Todd in on what's going on tonight." He looked at Todd, "You see Todd, this is the Tri Delt's special annual date night. All the guys are dating members of this Sorority. They all received a raffle ticket as they came in tonight. Some lucky winners will have the chance to amuse their girl friends with some audience participation. The one's who do the best job, will receive some great prizes." Todd, looked a little confused. "Well Todd, don't worry about it, you'll catch on in a moment!" He turned back to the crowd, "Okay ladies and gentlemen, you've all heard about Todd, so what should be done to him first?" It didn't take long before a chorus of voices began shouting, "STRIP HIM... STRIP HIM...!" The announcer raised his hands for silence. "Very well, and that's what we'll do!" The crowd cheered. Two tickets were drawn from a jar near the front of the stage and the winners were invited to the stage. One was a large football player and the other a middle weight wrestler. "Okay gentlemen, here's your task. You have one minute to come up with a way to strip Todd that will amuse our distinguished audience!" There was a lot of laughter. The two guys whispered between themselves. At the end of the minute they nodded to the announcer. "Okay, here we go! Todd is all your boys!" Todd could not look at the guys as they approached. They stood on either side of him, removed their shirts and began a quick flexing show. Both had well developed and muscular upper bodies and the crowd was loving it. After they had flexed for several minutes, the stepped closer to Todd and told him to move his legs together. He did. Then, working in unison, the two pumped up jocks placed a hand on Todd's shoulders, they slid their hands down his chest, and down to the top of his jockeys. They each then worked their arm down inside his shorts along the outside of his thighs. It was an unusual sight to say the least. Todd was in the middle. The big football player on Todd's right had his left arm all the way down through his shorts, his bicep pressed against Todd's right thigh. Meanwhile the wrestler was on the other side, with his arm in similar position. With Todd, and two muscular arms all sharing the same jockey shorts, the material was stretched very taught across Todd's ample package. He groaned from the pressure on his manhood. Then to the crowd's delight, the two jocks began to pump up their biceps. The result was more pressure on Todd's groin. Todd was sweating from the pressure and the pain and trying hard not to sport wood. He started dancing on his feet. The two jock's then nodded to each other and began pulling away from each other with their arms locked firmly through either side of Todd's stretching briefs. They were having a tug-of-war with his briefs. Made all the more interesting by the fact that Todd was still in them. The crowd began chanting now, "GO...GO... GO!" Both jocks were sweating hard and grunting. Todd was wincing from the pain on his manhood, made even more difficult to bear by the fact that his cock was throbbing as it struggled to become erect. The scene was too much for Todd to overcome. It seemed to last forever. Then Todd heard it about the same time as the announcer. The sound of a tear The pressure on Todd's waistband was just too much. The two jocks felt it as well, and gave a mighty pull. There was a very quick tearing sound, and then in one swift movement, Todd's brief's split in two and were torn from his body. With the constraints on his manhood suddenly gone, nature took over, the pressure that had been building forced a tidal wave of blood into Todd's cock. The result, within seconds after the briefs were gone, his pole shot to a full and painful erection. Todd was totally embarrassed! The crowd cheered and rose to their feet in a standing ovation. The cheering went on for a long time as the two jocks took several bows. Finally the announcer got the crowd to quiet down. He thanked the two guys and asked them to remain on stage. Then he turned to the audience. "Well, well, that was really something! As you all can see we now have a naked Todd on stage. Once again, it is your choice what should we do with him?" A babble of shouts rose from the audience as everyone offered suggestions. The announcer waited politely for one suggestion to become predominant. Slowly a chant started that grew in intensity as more and more of the crowd joined in, "CROSS... CROSS.. CROSS!" It didn't take long before everyone was shouting it! The announcer raised his hand for quiet. Then shouted, "The audience has spoken... bring out St. Andrew!" Cheers arose as a large wooden St. Andrew's Cross was wheeled to the front of the stage, facing the audience. The two jock's were then asked to secure Todd to the cross. Which they accomplished in short order and rather roughly. When they were finished, Todd was spread-eagled on the cross, facing the audience. He tested the bonds and confirmed that he was absolutely helpless. Todd considered his position. Though he felt humiliated and was scared, he also noted that he was more aroused than he had even been before in his life. His hardon was intense, and he was actually looking forward to what was ahead. Of course he would not show that. And so he struggled. The announcer called for silence, motioned towards Todd's erection and then said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that dear Todd want's more, so what should be done to him?" (To be continued) NOW Dear Reader, imagine you are part of the AUDIENCE in that Tri Delt house. The announcer has just said, " So what should be done to him?" Drop a quick email to: westwoodscotty@hotmail.com with what you would want seen done to Todd while he is on that cross! I need them right away, send them now! ***IMPORTANT NOTE*** Chapter 5 is well under way. It includes the completion of the events at the Tri Delt House and the arrival of the pledges at the Manor House dungeon later that night. I will however take all Email SHOUTS of what to have done to Todd into serious consideration. The one I like most will be used! ***************************************************************** NOTE: If you have any suggestions for any of the upcoming encounters send them to westwoodscotty@hotmail.com. If I can work them in I will. Most of the suggestions I have already received have been good and will continue to be incorporated into the ensuing chapters. Thanks again for the suggestions. Feel free to suggest some devilish challenges for the pledges OR any of the boys mentioned. LOL, like, ?I would like to see Brian (or whoever) have to do this, or have this done to him, etc.?

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Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 23:12:47 -0400 From: Scott Westwood Subject: College Caper - Chapter 2 Fraternity Caper (MM, bd, sm, anal, whipping, cbt, initiation) Chapter 2 NOTE: Be sure to read Chapter 1 before beginning this one. Chapter 2 includes a shift in the coercive tone of the story. For Bobby, Ronnie, Kyle and Phil there were some `hints' about a desire for more than a job. That confirmation of consent will be made soon. The same will be true as the pledges come to center stage. Wednesday- Bobby's Training It was 6:00 pm, on the dot when Bobby arrived at my office. He was now dressed more casually, wearing a green short sleeved button down shirt, khaki cargo shorts, white socks and black athletic shoes. He was even more wonderful than I remembered. Unlike his ill fitting bargain suit this outfit fit him to perfection. His classic teen build was accentuated by the outfit. Little or no fat, a flat chest and trim abs and thighs and a slight waist you just wanted to wrap your arm around. All of which was topped off with a sweet boyish, dimpled face and that mop of reddish blond hair parted in the middle and swept back above his ears. I invited him into my office and we both took a seat in front of my desk. If Bobby was nervous, he clearly did not show it. The tent projecting beneath his cargoes, confirmed his excitement. This was one amazing young man. I smiled at Bobby. "Well Bobby, I am very glad you made it. I think you will work out fine." Bobby's face glowed. "Oh sir I am sure I can do a good job. I really am a fast learner and will complete all the training you can give me." "Bobby, I don't have any doubt about either, and I have a surprise for you." His reaction was like a little kid's, he beamed at my acceptance of his commitment and was excited about a surprise. "Well Bobby it's like this. I have no doubt that you will be able to learn all the waitering skills that you need, so much so that I will tell you up front, you have the job at Tammerlane's and can start as soon as you are ready!" The look on his face was priceless, one of great relief and extreme happiness. His response was like a squeal of delight and he his eyes filled with water as he stammered, "Oh, sir, oh, sir, Thank you. I promise I will be the best waiter ever!" "I am sure you will Bobby," I exclaimed while rising to my feet and extending my hand. Bobby jumped to his feet and eagerly shook my hand. "Thank you again, sir!" We ended the hand shake, then just stood there looking at each other. Bobby's mind was obviously racing and full of joy. I shifted my position slightly suggesting that it was time for him to go. Bobby noticed this, thought for a moment, frowned slightly and then asked, "Uh sir, does this mean I don't have to do the training tonight and tomorrow?" What registered in Bobby's voice and stance was clearly NOT relief. It signaled disappointment! I walked over, stood beside him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "That's right Bobby, you passed the test! You don't have to do the training, you still have the job." Bobby thought for just a moment. His cheeks reddened as he turned to look me in the eye and stammered, "But.. Uhh.. What if I really WANT the training... Can, uh, I still do it." I smiled back at him, "Well Bobby, we'll see. If you can be absolutely honest with me and can correctly guess the nature of the training, I will take you through it." Bobby perked up right away, thought for another moment and then said, "Well sir, I was pretty sure that there would not be much waiter stuff, I mean `that' you could learn pretty quickly." He glanced down and swallowed hard. "Ok, good, go on Bobby," I said matter-of-factly. His face got even redder and he shuffled his feet, while swallowing hard, "Uh sir, I figured there would be mostly other stuff, uh, you know, stuff that you just don't talk about." I smiled reassuringly, patted him on the shoulder and said, reassuringly, "Come on Bobby, you can tell me, believe me I understand." Bobby thought for a moment, took a deep breath and whispered, "You know, like sexual stuff, sort of hard too, maybe very hard. " Bobby's demeanor conveyed both, relief that he had finally said it and a hint of fear that he would be embarrassed if he was wrong and that I might think he was really weird. I laughed softly as I patted him on the shoulders. "Bobby, that took a lot of courage to say. Can I assume that you came here with that expectation in your mind?" Bobby looked down and declared, "Yes sir." "And even though you already have the job, you still want to do it?" Bobby now looked me in the eye and whispered pleadingly, "Yes sir, please I think I really need it, I mean if that's what it is. I mean I've never done anything like I think I would have to do. And I have been having strange dreams for a long time now, dreams that I'm scared to tell anyone about." His words flowed out like a tidal wave. "... uh but if I was wrong, well please forgive me for thinking the wrong things." I stepped in front of Bobby, grabbed both of his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye, "Okay Bobby, you were absolutely right! I would be pleased to take you through the training, but will tell you upfront that it will not be easy." Bobby beamed with hope and joy, "Oh my gosh, that is great sir! I want to do it! I will do anything you say!" I smiled broadly, "Ok Bobby, I'm convinced, I will take you through the training!" I thought Bobby would cum then and there. What had been a pole for a pup tent, was now one for a big top. The front of his cargoes was stretched to the limit. "Thank you sir, thank you." "Okay Bobby, before we begin I am going to give you some instructions. Listen carefully to what I say and ask me if you don't understand." Bobby stood now like he was at attention, listening intently. "Sir, yes sir!" Nice touch I thought. Probably something he saw in a movie, or maybe. "Bobby, have you had any military experience?" "Sir, yes, sir! I went through a special Army training program last summer to prepare to apply for an ROTC program next year." I nodded, "Very good Bobby." This was going to be a fun 24 hours and perhaps something ongoing if Bobby's need was as strong as expected. "Now Bobby listen up. During this training program, you will be treated like a slave and I will be treated as your master!" "Sir, yes, sir!" "You will follow all orders without question and without reservation." "Sir, yes, sir! I was now quite excited myself. "Once we begin, you will no longer be allowed to question anything, with the only exception being that if you do not understand an order." He shouted his agreement again. "Now Slave Boy, your Master needs to know something about your limits. I have no doubt you have read some stories about the types of things that can happen to you. Though you have not explored them like this, you have some limits. Tell me what you think they are." He thought for a moment, "Master sir, I can't eat shit or drink piss and nothing that will leave permanent marks on me sir. Other than that you do whatever you wish!" I laughed and announced formally, "Very well Slave, your limits are accepted and will be respected." "I am now going to give you two words that are important. They are called safe words. The first is "slow", you will use that at anytime you really need me to slow down. The other is "stop", use that if you need to end our training session completely. I will not think less of you in any case and as I said will absolutely NOT jeopardize your job. Understood?" "Sir, yes, sir! I won't need them though sir!" "Hahaha, my you are pretty cocky for a new slave boy! Well we will see." The look on his face was just priceless and clearly showed the depth of his need and determination. "I will now give you your "standing orders". Any breach of your orders will result in a punishment." "During your training, you will NOT touch your manhood in any way without my instruction. You will also NOT cum without my permission. You may ONLY ask a question if you are confused about an order, otherwise, you will only speak when I give you permission! You are free to scream all you want and as needed. If I grow tired of the screams I will gag you. If I do, ONE sustained GRUNT will be your safe word for slow, TWO Clear sustained grunts will be for stop. You will not piss or shit without my permission. If you are in a room, and not restrained, and I enter the room, you will immediately drop to your knees and press you forehead to the floor in front of my feet. Then you will raise your head and chest back up, spread your legs wide and then lower your back to the floor behind your with your arms on the floor at your sides, and your lower legs bent underneath you. And, if I enter with anyone else, you will first touch your forehead to the floor in front of them, before assuming your back position. The tent pole in his cargoes quivered at this remark. "If I say "present" at any time, you will immediately assume that back position." "Very well Bobby, do you understand your Standing Orders?" He said nothing. I waited expectantly. "Well?" I yelled. He continued to stand there. Wow! This kid was really good! I laughed and then said, "You have permission to answer." Bobby could not hide his feeling of pride as he shouted, "Sir,yes, sir." "Okay Bobby, this is what I want you to do. You will go through the door at the back of my office and down the hall. When you reach the end you will open the door and go into the garage. One of my assistants will be waiting for you there. You will do exactly as he tells you." Bobby's look indicated he understood. "Okay, Bobby, now go." Bobby turned and headed out the door. As I watched him leave, I could see it was a little difficult for him to walk with his tent pole pressing so hard against his cargoes. Since so many guys from the college had completed the training (and many wanting more), it was very easy to find an assistant when needed. The one waiting in the garage was Brett. He was one of the star soccer players. Plus he was an absolute fiend when it came to working out. Every part of his body was well defined and hard. The garage was lit by several candles. Brett, still wearing his soccer uniform from practice, stood behind the only vehicle in the garage, a large black van, with heavily tinted windows and solid sides with no windows except the front driver and passenger's. As soon as Bobby entered the garage, I rushed down the hall, turned the corner and silently drew open a curtain that covered the garage window. I watched as Bobby approached Brett. As soon as he was in front of Brett, he snapped to attention. Brett was very experienced at this, he stood in the same position as always, so that I had a clear profile view of both. After looking Bobby up and down, he ordered, "Spread your legs wide and place your hands behind your head and don't you dare move until I tell you to!" Bobby obeyed immediately. His stance now made his erection even more obvious. Next Brett took off his own shirt, revealing his beautiful chest and abs. His shirt was still wet with sweat from soccer practice and his chest, stomach and back glistened in the candle light. Brett always followed his orders well. He knew that he could add something to the routine for his own amusement as long as he prepared the slave as required. Brett was also most creative. He used his shirt to wipe more of the sweat from his body. Then walked over and draped the shirt over Bobby's face, no doubt with the sweatiest part over Bobby's nose. Brett next walked around behind Bobby and began to feel every inch of Bobby's body. He took his time, pinching, probing and massaging. After twenty minutes, he slowly worked his way around Bobby's waist, patted his groin and slowly opened the top of Bobby's cargo shorts. I could see Bobby shake with excitement all the way across the garage. After resting his hand above Bobby's groin for several minutes, he gently took hold of the zipper, and pulled it all the way down. We were both in for a surprise. Bobby was not wearing any underwear and his painfully erect and gorgeous circumcised manhood sprang through his parted zipper and assumed a glorious 45 degree upward angle. Brett moved quickly around to the front, grabbed Bobby's balls with one hand and wiped his finger over Bobby's piss slit. He then pulled his shirt away from Bobby's face and held his finger in front of Bobby's mouth. It glistened with a hefty amount of precum. "What is this slave boy?" he demanded. Bobby stood silently while looking at Brett's finger. Brett squeezed Bobby's balls harder. Bobby winced with pain, but did not speak or move. "Okay, slave boy, good for you, now lick your pre-cum off my finger." Bobby did as he was told. Brett continued, "Okay smart boy, you can put your feet together and lower your hands." Bobby complied. Brett retrieved a canvas travel bag from beside the van and placed it on the floor in front of Bobby. "Now strip completely and put your clothes in the bag." Bobby wasted no time removing his clothes and placing them in the bag. He stood back up. Then Brett ordered him to spread his legs again and place his hands behind his head. Bobby spread em wide and placed his hands behind his head. He made an awesome sight, with his slender well formed body and beautiful erection glistening in that candle light. And of course that gorgeous mop of reddish blond hair almost glowing. Brett continued his assigned task. He placed leather restraints on Bobby's wrists and ankles. Then wrapped a piece of rope around Bobby's little waist and secured it tightly. A leather collar with four metal rings was next put around Bobby's neck. Then he tied a piece of rope snugly around Bobby's ball sac. Finally he tied a longer piece of rope around Bobby's manhood, just below the swollen cockhead. He pulled the rope between Bobby's legs, through his crack up his back and through the back ring of the collar. He tied the rope off with a taut line hitch (ahh the value of Boy Scout training). This type of knot was used on tent ropes and could be easily tightened to keep the rope as tight as needed. Brett then stood behind Bobby and began tightening the hitch. As he did, Bobby's rock hard manhood was slowly pulled from and an upward 45 degree angle to a downward 45 degrees. He grimaced from the pain and moaned slightly. At last, Brett moved around in front of Bobby. He smiled at him and then slowly and seductively slid his own soccer shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. My cock rapidly completed its own rise to full erection. What an incredible sight, Bobby with his hot teen body and boyish face, standing naked with hands behind his head, legs spread and his manhood in an interesting bondage. And then Brett, naked now except for his soccer shoes and sox and a jock strap standing in front of Bobby, leering at him. When Brett reached for his jock strap and slowly began pulling down his beautifully muscular legs, I was certain Bobby was about to cum. He was breathing hard and his pelvis began a slight humping motion. Brett was erect as well. He stepped out his sweaty jock and stepped closer to Bobby. After waving his jock under Bobby's nose, he quickly bundled it up and rather roughly forced it into Bobby's mouth. "Suck on that dude, until your Master says you can remove it." Bobby began sucking Brett's jock, it was very sweaty and saturated with Brett's athletic sweat and juices. It was somewhat revolting to Bobby, but at the same time he realized he was turned on by it. Brett slipped his shorts back on and then headed out of the garage. He found me in the hallway and I thanked him for his excellent prep work. He of course thanked me for another opportunity and added, "Sir, if you have some time for me, I think I need another training session of my own, to help me expand my limits a little." I smiled and told Brett that I would be happy to and would see when I could work him into my schedule. He thanked me again before we both headed back into the garage. As soon as Bobby saw us, he immediately ran over and knelt in front of me then bowed down and placed his forehead on the floor. He then did the same thing in front of Brett, then he assumed his "present" position. It was a little tougher than normal due to his current cock bondage. However, he discovered that once his back touched the floor, the slight arch in his lower back actually helped ease the pressure on his cock. I gestured to Brett, who immediately knelt beside Bobby. He reached under him and carefully tightened the taut line hitch so that Bobby's cock was once again straining against the pressure. Bobby moaned again and I could see sweat beginning to form all over his body. I looked down at Bobby's sweet body, it was intoxicating. I then knelt beside Bobby and spoke to him softly, "Well Bobby, since Brett did such a nice job on preparing you, I think you owe him a service." The look in Bobby's eyes indicated he understood. I removed Brett's jock from Bobby's mouth and laid it on his chest. I had Brett bring a chair over and place it beside Bobby, just close enough to his head. Bobby continued to sweat in his "present" position. Then I said, "Okay, slave boy, Brett had to rush over right after soccer practice so he didn't have a chance to shower, so you are gonna help him out a little." I had Brett sit in the chair and extend a foot to Bobby's face. "Now Brett, you may help Bobby a little here and there by repositioning your feet. Bobby, you will stay in your present position, remove Brett's shoes and socks and then clean his feet with your mouth and tongue." There was a hint of surprise in Bobby's face, but to his credit, he started right in. It took him quite some time to undo the shoe laces. But he figured out a way to use his teeth to loosen the laces. Then he took a firm bite on the back of each shoe in succession and inched them off. After that the socks came off rather quickly. At this point Bobby had the most charming look of disgust and determination. Brett may have had a gorgeous perfect body, but his feet were anything put perfect in the odor department. Still he forced himself to wash Brett's feet. He licked them up and down all over and even went as far to suck on each of Brett's toes, which resulted in some moans of pleasure from Brett and a rapid tenting in his soccer shorts. When Bobby had finished, he licked his lips and looked at me as if to say what next? I noticed he remained absolutely rock hard. "Okay Brett, stand up and remove those shorts. Then straddle Bobby's face." Brett dropped his shorts, stepped out of them and straddled Bobby's face. His cock pointed towards the top of Bobby's head and he was growing harder. "Now my little slave boy, your mouth is now an "auto-crotch washer". Give Brett's cock and balls and pubes a good washing." Again Bobby complied, and what a job he did! His mouth and tongue sucked and washed every inch of Brett's 9 incher and his balls and I swear his tongue washed every hair in Brett's crotch. With his nose and tongue buried deep in Brett's pubes, I glanced again at Bobby's own manhood... his pelvis was pumping... his cockhead looked like it was about to burst and pre-cum was dripping on the floor. Bobby looked like he was ready to explode. Sweat poured from his body. I nodded at Brett and he leaned back just enough to get his genitals out of Bobby's tongue range. I looked at Bobby seriously, and used his name. "Bobby, you know that if you CUM without my permission you will receive a serious punishment?" He was breathing fast and hard. His eyes begging to be able to cum, BUT also confirming his orders. "I already can tell that you are tough and man enough to accept punishment, but I DO NOT want you to CUM at this time. Use your inner strength and stop the process!" Bobby gave me one last look of desperation, then began to slow his breathing and forced his pelvis to stop the undulation. He brought himself under control, but his manhood remained hard. Brett then helped me get Bobby into the back of the van. It was empty and had no seats. A sheet of heavy plywood covered the floor. Large metal eyebolts were scattered around the board, and were firmly secured to the truck's floor. There were also a number of eyebolts on the walls and ceiling. We placed Bobby on his back on the floor, spread-eagled him and secured his wrists and ankles to the floor. Bobby was also blindfolded. As a final touch I secured a small cylindrical, battery powered vibrator to the underside of Bobby's bound cock and secured it with duct tape. I turned it on low then leaned down and kissed him gently on his forehead while stroking his beautiful hair. I climbed out of the van and closed the doors. Brett was still completely naked and sporting a major hardon. I picked up Brett's soccer uniform, jock and socks and shoes and threw them in the van. I smiled at him and said, "You know you did such a good job that I think you deserve a challenge reward." Brett smiled broadly as his cock twitched. "You can jog home as you are." Luckily for Brett it had gotten dark and although his house was on the other side of town, my office was on the outer edge and he could jog around the outskirts through farm fields, a long run to be sure, but safe. Brett thanked me then took off running. I knew this was somethimg he really enjoyed. And with that I snuffed out the candles and drove off with my exceptional new slave boy. The drive out to the manor was enjoyable. I could hear Bobby working hard to control his excitement. He did a lot of deep slow breathing to help control his need to cum. Glancing back I was sure he was going to lose the battle several times... the stimulation of the vibrator taped to his manhood was becoming irresistible. Yet although he flirted with the edge he was able to keep himself from cuming all the way to the manor. As soon as we arrived, I released him from the van and guided him into the basement. I placed him in the center of the room with his back to the cells, facing the platform. His eyes remained covered as I lit candles throughout the room. Then I walked behind him and slowly massaged his shoulders, arms, back and thighs. I also loosened the taut line hitch enough to allow his straining cock to return to its normal upright position, and switched off the vibrator attached to his cock. I retrieved a metal D ring clamp, pulled his arms behind his back and clamped his wrist restraints together. Finally, I untied the rope on his collar, pulled it down between his legs, and untied his bound cock and balls. I left the vibrator taped to the underside of his cock. Then I removed the blindfold. His eyes adjusted quickly to the light and he began glancing around the room. As he saw the various whips and other implements of torture and restraint he quivered slightly but quickly returned to his confident stance. I took hold of the back of his neck and guided him over to the first of several large chests. I then pushed him down on his knees and opened the chest. It contained a collection of butt plugs. I gestured towards the plugs and said, "Choose!" Bobby took his time looking them all over. At last he leaned over a picked up a medium sized plug with his mouth. It looked like a tear shape pineapple and was covered with tiny dull rubber spikes. An electrical cord and a controller dangled from the plug. I patted him on the head, took the plug and set it on a nearby table. Still on his knees, I guided him to the next chest and flipped it open. It had a nice assortment of tip clamps with chains. Again I motioned to the chest and said "Choose!" He looked over the selection and retrieved a set of screw down clamps connected by a silver chain. I placed it on the table and we proceed to the next chest. This one held several ball stretchers and separators. After a brief deliberation, he selected a combination leather ball separator/stretched. He then looked towards the next chest in line. I patted him softly on the head and said, "Not yet Bobby, you're not ready for those yet." He looked disappointed. I pulled him to his feet and guided him across the room. I had him face the cells that lined the wall, pointed and said, "Choose!" He looked up and down the rows of cells, then focused on one of the middle cells. I gestured toward it and said "Go." Bobby walked to the cell and went inside. I walked over to him and explained, "This is your training cell. In the back left corner you will see a bucket, use that to relieve yourself but don't get any piss or crap on the floor. In the other corner is a bowl of water. If is fresh and you may drink it. Now sit down and wait. I will be back shortly." Bobby, hands still shackled behind him, carefully lowered himself to the floor and sat down. I closed the cell door and locked it. I then went upstairs. After some thirty minutes had passed I returned with a bundle of things. Bobby perked up when he saw me approach. His manhood was softer now but not completely. I opened the cell door and walked in. He immediately knelt down in front of me, and placed his forehead on the ground. Then he rose up on his knees, spread his legs and assumed the "present" position. "Bobby, your performance has been exceptional, especially for a brand new slave. So much so that you deserve some rewards. You may leave that position and sit on the floor in front of me. He painfully stood up and then sat down. I laid two blankets on the floor along with a pillow. Then I placed a plate on the floor in front of him along with a glass of soda with a straw. On the plate were two nice slabs of pizza. I sat down next to him, wrapped my arm around his shoulder and proceeded to feed him the pizza and soda. When he was finished, he looked at me with glassy eyes then leaned over and pressed his face against the side of my chest in a thankful snuggle. I left him nuzzle for awhile, then declared, "Okay it is time to get you ready for bed. Go and retrieve the items you chose from the table." Bobby rushed out of the cell. He picked up the butt plug with his mouth, then turned around and grabbed the tit clamps and ball stretcher with his bound hands. When he returned I had him stand with his legs spread wide. Without delay, I put on the combo ball stretcher. I pulled his ball sac down and snapped the leather stretcher around the top of the sac. His balls were forced to the very bottom of the sac, and could not contract towards his penis. I completed the task by snapping the separator strap on. His trapped balls were now separated from each other as well. Next I applied the tit clamps, just tight enough to ensure they would stay on through the night. He winced when I screwed them into place on his hard erect nipples. I took the butt plug and then lubed my fingers and the plug. I directed Bobby to kneel and then helped him lower his chest to the floor. I forced his legs apart and slowly began probing his tight little hole with my finger. It didn't take Bobby long to relax his muscles. I helped that along with some coaching. Finally he was loose enough to begin the plug insertion. Though it was covered with those tiny rubber spines, I knew they would tickle more than the hurt. I greased the plug well and then started working into Bobby. His hole widened slowly. As the widest portion of the plug began its journey, Bobby began to moan loudly and his sweat glands went into high gear. I slapped him on the ass with my hand and pressed on the plug. Bobby's breathing was now very hard and his moans were becoming high pitched. I reached between his legs, grabbed the vibrator on his cock and switched it to medium. Bobby began to buck. I slapped him on the ass hard and exclaimed, "Ok slave boy, it's up to you to get the plug all the way in. I'm gonna continue slapping this beautiful little ass of yours until you get it in." I held the plug firmly and slapped his ass much harder this time. Bobby leaned back and pressed against the plug... he moaned louder... I slapped him again... he grunted and forced his butt against the plug... The next ten minutes were hot ones. I continued to slap Bobby's ass, he tried harder and harder. His breathing was now coming in a series of short pants, then he would grit his teeth and force back on the plug. As it slowly inched in, he would scream a little more. Finally, covered with sweat and breathing savagely, Bobby made a huge lunge backwork with such force that the plug plunged into him and snapped into place. Bobby screamed loudly, then settled in to a rhythm of gentle sobs as I massaged his red butt. I let him relax for a few minutes. At last I laid him down on his side on one of the blankets, placed the pillow under his head and covered him with the second blanket. I unraveled the cords from the butt plug and plugged it's controller into he wall and adjusted the timer. With this setting, every 30 minutes during the night, the plug would switch on and warm up. Once it was warm, it would begin to throb and with the plug locked into this position, it rested snugly against his prostrate. The throbbing would last for ten minutes then stop. I thought for another moment and made one final adjustment. With this setting, every time the plug activated, the throbbing will be at a different intensity. Then I grabbed his cock vibrator and switched it to low. I paused to admire his rock hard member. Then leaned down and gently kissed his cockhead. Bobby shook all over and looked at me pleading. I shook my head and left the cell, locking the door behind me. I blew out all the candles and went upstairs to be. There were microphones embedded in the walls that would enable me to hear any sound in Bobby's cell during the night. When I got to my room, I switched on the cell monitor, stripped naked and laid down on the floor between two blankets. I began stroking myself as I prepared to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I heard a soft buzzing sound and a series of moans from the cell monitor, the butt plug had kicked in. Just thinking about it was enough to make me shoot my load. I fell into a deep sleep thinking about Bobby and the experience he would have during the night. Periodically throughout night I awoke from my sleep as moans and sounds of rapid, controlled breathing echoed from the monitor. As it got closer to morning, the moans became increasing desperate, the breathing more rapid and new sounds entered the mix, stifled grunts and small screams. I awoke just after dawn, took a nice hot shower and then put on my long black hooded robe. I went to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and a bagel. I took them back to my room and sat down, sipped at my coffee and listened to the monitor. The moaning was continuing. Suddenly there was a buzzing a strong buzzing sound...the butt plug's random controller must have just chosen it's highest setting. I could hear the absolute desperation in Bobby's moans. His breathing grew very rapid and deep. Then it happened, a high pitched scream, "ARRRRRGH"... a fierce and extended cry of "NOOOOOOOOOOO!", and then the familiar sound of orgasm. Judging by Bobby's moaning and squeals it lasted almost 5 minutes. When it was over, there was a long period of heavy breathing, followed by a new sound... crying. I immediately left the room and headed for the basement. I lit the room with many candles and walked over to Bobby's cell. It was an amazing sight. Bobby had kicked off the blanket and was laying on his back, shackled arms under him. His beautiful chest heaved with deep breaths and he was crying. Sweat covered every inch of his body, and of course there was cum everywhere... on Bobby's face, chest and stomach... on the floors... on the walls... and perhaps even a little on the ceiling. I opened the cell and walked in, Bobby looked at me and immediately went through his bowing routine and assumed his "present" position. It was a struggle for him to do it. He tried to stop crying, and was only marginally successful. I felt a lump in my throat. "You may stand Bobby." Bobby slowly rose to his feet, looked down at the floor and continued sobbing. "Bobby, you have my permission to speak." He muttered through his sobs, "Master sir, I am so... so sorry... I mean I tried real hard.. and I almost made it, but I just couldn't hold back any more. Please, please don't make me leave, punish me however you want, but let me continue the training." He looked at me with his a big set of sad puppy dog eyes. "Well Bobby, you will have to be punished of course... but because you did such a great job holding out as long as you did, it won't be as hard as it might be... and of course you can continue the training!" I smiled at him, stepped closer and gave him a good hug. Bobby sobbed in my arms, but these were sobs of joy. "Oh thank you Master, you won't be sorry." We stood that way for awhile then at last, I stepped back. "Okay slave boy, you are back in silent mode again. I have some chores for you right now and then we will move on." I carefully removed the butt plug, tit clamps, ball stretcher and the vibrator on his cock. He grunted a few times but did not moan. Not even as I removed the duct tape that had held the vibrator under his cock all night. I retrieved a bucket from the corner of the room, filled it with hot water and some cleaning liquid and returned to Bobby with a pile of rags. "My little slave boy will now clean his cell. Before using the rags, you will lick up your cum where ever you find it. Then use the rags to wipe everything down. Fold the blankets and stack them near the cell door. Do a good job! Oh yes, and since I will be in and out you do not need to do the bowing and "present" until I tell you to resume." I turned and headed for the upstairs as Bobby literally bounced around his cell, licking everywhere. I made a few phone calls, did some things in the kitchen and then returned to the basement. I had been gone thirty minutes. Bobby had done a great job cleaning. I couldn't find a drop of his manhood nectar. The blankets were folded and stacked as ordered. I also noted that Bobby had used the relief bucket in his cell to piss and crap and that he had lapped up just about all the water in his bowl. I patted him on the shoulder. "Good boy, now follow me." I led Bobby upstairs and into the bathroom. I pointed at the shower and said simply "Clean yourself." He smiled broadly and immediately jumped into the shower. I left him alone for a good fifteen minutes as I prepared breakfast. When I returned, he was standing in the middle of the bathroom waiting for me. What a sight he was indeed! He had washed and dried his hair and scrubbed his body which emitted a glow of boyish sexuality and exuberance. He followed me back to the kitchen and looked very surprised when I pointed at one of the chairs and said, "Eat!" He sat down and quickly devoured the plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast and drank the whole pitcher of fresh orange juice. Following my gestures he came over to me. I pointed to several covered dishes on the counter and to one in the oven. There was also a basket of toast, a pitcher of orange juice and a carafe of hot coffee. Then I led him into the formal dining room. I took a seat at the table, placed a napkin in my lap, and then looked at Bobby, "My breakfast order is already prepared in the kitchen, you will now wait on me. You may speak. Think about what you have seen done in restaurants and go from there. If you do something wrong, you will know, just keep trying until you get it right. Now leave the room and return and start your waitering." Bobby left the room and returned carrying the carafe of coffee. "Good morning sir, would you care for a cup of coffee?" he said confidently. I said yes, and he began to pour me a cup. I reached over and slapped him hard on the ass. He stopped, thought for a moment, then walked around to my other side and started pouring again. When I didn't slap him, he smiled. As soon as my cup was full I thanked him then looked all over the table. He was concerned. I slapped him hard on the other cheek. Then helped him a little by picking up a teaspoon and looking at my cup. Bobby understood immediately. He apologized graciously, turned and left the room, and returned quickly with cream and sugar. And so it went, Bobby did a nice job, he was a fast learner, but his ass was still bright red by the time I was finished. When we returned to the basement, I led Bobby to his cell. I had removed the blankets, but the pillow was still there. I had also refilled his water bowl and cleaned his relief bucket. I left Bobby standing in the middle of his cell, went over to one of the trunks and retrieved a large dildo. I greased it well then returned to Bobby. His eyes widened when he saw the size of the dildo. I had him lie down on his back and lift his knees towards his chest. I handed him the dildo, pointed toward his red ass and said, "Use!" He set to work immediately, it was tough for him, even after the night with the plug he was still very tight. I looked down at him and laughed, "You will ravage yourself for the next hour, then you will take a nap with your little friend inside you. When I wake you, we will deal with your punishment for cumming. Also when I return, you will continue with your normal bow and "present" routine." I left his cell, locked the door and headed upstairs. Since I was a particularly horny master, I went to my little office, sat down and watched the TV screen of the video that was being recorded of the action in Bobby's cell. He was a delight to watch. I was amazed that Bobby came so close to judging the end of the hour, and kept watching as my wonderful slave boy drifted off to sleep with "his little friend" embedded deep inside him. I decided to let him sleep for a few hours. He could use the rest, I needed to take care of some business and I wanted my slave boy to be rested. Just after 2:00 p.m., I returned to Bobby's cell. As soon as I entered the cell he did his bow and then leaned all the way into his "present" position. It was exciting to watch. With the dildo stuck deep inside it was a little more difficult and he moaned as his back touched the floor. I left him in that position as I retrieved a few more items. When I returned, I had a leather glove on one hand. The palm was lined with soft rabbit's fur. I knelt beside Bobby and wrapped my gloved hand around his manhood. Then I reached under his butt and grabbed the end of the dildo. "Okay, slave boy, show me some of that great pelvic action of yours. Fuck my hand." Bobby got the picture and immediately started pumping his hard cock into my gloved hand. I held the end of the dildo firmly, forcing his to fuck himself at the same time. "When you get to the edge, stop your humping boy!" I explained. Bobby continued this display for a good 15 minutes. Though his muscles were strained with he legs bent back under him, he maintained a good pace. His body was once again glistening with that sweet sexual sweat. At last he stopped, panting hard, his dick quivering in my hand oozing a lot of precum. I let him catch his breath, released his cock, and had him stand. "Now slave boy, it is time for you to pay for breaking the no cum order. I led him over to my spanking bench, which was similar to a sawhorse with padding. The position it was in added another dimension. Once a boy was secured to the bench, his face hung just above the gently rushing cool water that ran through the water trough. I bent Bobby over the bench and secured his wrists and ankles to the metal shackles in the floor. His ass was spread wide and pointing in the air. I also had free access to his cock and balls. I retrieved a fraternity paddle from the wall and showed it to Bobby. "You now have permission to speak and here's the deal. Since although you may not have experienced this before, you obviously have been busy reading about it, so you can guess that you will be required to count each stroke out loud. "Yes sir!" he announced proudly. "And, in addition, if you lose count, you will start counting all over again at one, and I will add ten strokes to the total." "Yes sir! He proclaimed, as his cock jerked in anticipation. "Now, how many swats do you think you deserve boy?" "Twenty hard ones sir!" "Very well, boy, since you held out for so long, I will let that stand. And one more thing boy." I knelt down and slid my "Water-Bater" over his hard cock and secured it to him, by snapping a Velcro strap snuggly around his balls. The Water-Bater, was essentially a plastic cylinder with water encased in its soft walls. When plugged in, a tiny heating element warmed the water while an elastic ring moved slowly up and down the shaft. "You are now allowed to cum, as often as you can! Everytime you do you thank me." I turned the Water-Bater on and waited for it to begin its stroking. Then I laid a hard swat on Bobby's beautiful pink butt. He bucked and grunted. "One sir!" I struck again, a little harder this time. "Two sir!" His ass reddened and I laid in with gusto. "Three sir!" We got all the way to ten. His body was now covered with sweat, ass as red as a tomato and he moaned loudly after each swat. As soon as I laid in with the 11th swat, he screamed as his body went into a wild spasm. He bucked up and down in his restraints, shouting, "Oh god, thank you sir... thank you sir!" over and over again. I looked under him and saw spurt after spurt of hot white jism slamming into his chest, chin and face. When at last it subsided I inquired, "How many swats was that boy?" "Ten sir" he shouted. "Wrong boy, it was eleven. So we start all over again, but now you have you will receive 30 swats." I allowed him to think about it some more as I filled a bowl with some icy water from the trough. I dipped my hands into it patted Bobby's ass with it. I could tell it felt good to Bobby, so I kept at it until the bowl was empty. Then we started again! "SMACK" "One sir!" By the time we hit 21, Bobby was once more in full moaning and thrashing mode. His cock was once more hard and was again dripping precum. At 22, Bobby went into his gyrations again and screamed as more cum shot from his dick. "AHHHHHHHHH... OHHHHHHH... thank you sir, thank you." The amount of man spunk he had left was amazing, less than before, but still a lot. I continued swatting his tender butt, his cock showing no sign of softening. We reached 28, and after I delivered the 29th, Bobby shouted, "Twenty-eight, sir." I felt sorry for him. "Uh, boy, do you realize what you just did?" He thought just a moment and then said, just a little too sheepishly, "Uh, I screwed up again, didn't I sir." "Yes you did, and we have to start all over again, and now you get 40!" "Yes sir, I understand sir." "I am going use some other things on you boy. I'm tired of working that red ass. So I'll work on your back... thighs and balls." I got a small riding crop and a light whip from the rack. As I returned to Bobby, I glanced between his legs and I caught a smile on Bobby's face. `What a clever boy, and a hungry one at that' I thought. That last slip up was no accident. Well, well, I'll play along. The cycle began again. This time I worked his back with the small whip, and inner thighs and a couple of times his balls (lightly) with the little riding crop. We proceeded slowly and this time he didn't miss a count. However, by the time we reached 40, Bobby had thanked me THREE more times. The last two being dry, but just as explosive. I quickly removed the Water-Bater from Bobby's cock and released him from the bench. He fell to the floor sobbing. I knelt down and picked him up gently, allowing my robe to fall open, revealing my own naked body. I sat down on the edge of the trough with Bobby on my lap. I stroked his sweaty hair and patted him on his shoulder as I gently gently kissed him on the cheek. "That's ok, Bobby, you did just fine!" He looked up into my eyes and said, "Did I really sir? I mean did I do well? Are you pleased with me?" I gave him a big hug and said, "You most certainly did!" I picked up a ladle and dipped it in the stone trough. I let Bobby drink his fill. Then I carried him upstairs and laid down on the sofa. Bobby pressed his body against my skin as I cuddled him and stroked his hair. We lay there for almost an hour. At last I lifted Bobby to his feet and said, "Just one last thing to do boy." He followed me into my exercise room. I handed him Brett's soccer uniform, jock, socks and shoes and told him to put them on. They were a little big on him, but they wore the same shoes. I gestured around the room. "This room is yours for the next hour. Use any of the exercise machines you want, but I want you to give yourself a really good workout. There is cold Gatorade and juice in the fridge over there, so drink what you need. I will be back in exactly one hour." I left the room and could see that Bobby was taking it seriously. I returned to my room and dressed in my street clothes. Over the next hour, I peeked inside a few times and saw him using most of the equipment. By the time the hour was up, he had worked up a great sweat and was breathing hard. "Well Bobby, you did really well, and I am almost sorry to say that your time is just about up." Bobby was hunched over, breathing hard. He dropped to the floor in front of me, bowed down and then leaned back in present position. I had a hard time pulling my eyes off his body. His chest was heaving to catch his breath, and Brett's soccer uniform, now drenched in sweat, clung to his body. At last I ordered him to his feet and lead him to the van. This time he rode up front with me I noticed he looked sad. We drove for about 20 minutes until I spoke. "Bobby, for your understanding, I will explain one part of this session that you wouldn't be aware of. When Brett prepared you in the garage, he was following a procedure I just started a little while ago. I use an assistant to do the preparation work. When we began, the assistant's job was to simply strip the new boy, put on wrist restraints, and then help me restrain him in the van. Some where down the line, an assistant added something as a surprise. Each time something new was added by whatever assistant was doing the prep. I keep some of them in as part of the routine the ones that amuse me the most. Brett's contribution was that rope deal. Anyway, I wanted you to understand what was up with that." Bobby was listening, but lost in thought. We drove a little longer then I inquired, "Bobby, you may speak, and now you may ask two questions if you like." "Well, sir, is that the end of my training?" he looked hopeful. "Yes it is Bobby", I glanced at his face, it showed disappointment. "That is of course unless you want to receive additional training!" He perked up immediately and said, "Yes sir, I think I'm gonna need more! Will you continue training me?" I smiled broadly and said, "No problem Bobby, I would like to train you some more." He smile broadly and then looked over at me and prepared to ask another question.... "Careful Bobby", I warned. "You already asked your two questions, and since you will be receiving more training, if you ask a third, you will have to be punished for it next time." Bobby sat there thinking for a moment, then looked at me with the most devilish, impish grin, "Uh, sir, how soon can we have the next training session?" I looked him in the eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smiled. We were both laughing as I backed the van into the garage, climbed out and closed the big garage door. We walked around to the rear of the van, and lo and behold, there stood Brett wearing Bobby's clothes. They were snug on him and he had the shirt unbuttoned. Brett said warmly, "Welcome back sir. I hope all went well." I replied, "Yes it did boy. Bobby did extremely well." I turned to Bobby, "Bobby, You will call me on Monday and we will schedule a time for you next session." Bobby beamed. I have just one thing left for you to do before you leave. Bobby snapped to attention. "Good boy Bobby, now I want you to prepare Slave Boy Brett for a trip in the van. You will find all that you might need in that chest over there. That is of course all except your own imagination. Take as long as you need." I winked at Bobby. Both boys stood there, surprise written all over their faces. After a moment, Bobby's impish smile returned. He looked at me and shouted, "Sir, yes sir!" I headed towards the door. Behind me I could hear Bobby shouting, "Okay you miserable slave, get out of my clothes right now, and then get over, here!" ... (To be continued) NOTE: If you have any suggestions for any of the upcoming encounters send them to westwoodscotty@hotmail.com. If I can work them in I will. Feel free to suggest some devilish challenges for the pledges OR any of the boys mentioned. LOL, like, "I would like to see Ronnie (or whoever) have to do this, or have this done to him, etc."

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Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 22:57:44 +1100 From: michael hines <hines@pnc.com.au> Subject: New Years Day with my slave boy This story is part of our imagination. It has some elements of truth as my slave boy exists as I do. We started cyber sex early in 2002 and continued through the year. I am in Australia my boy is in the UK. I wrote this as a New Year's greeting for him but we both thought that maybe some readers of our Hurt stories and Blonde Boy and Nathan may enjoy some of the raunchy times we have enjoyed. If you are not 18 then leave this; it certainly is not for you. I have no control of what you do, nor will I carry any responsibility for your reading this story. If you read my work be careful as it contains some heavy sexual behaviours that should never be copied in this unsafe age. Enjoy and have a wonderful New Year to all that have read our work and have been so kind as to email me. I always pass the mail to my boy in the UK. He loves your mail as much as I do. If you want to say more or share ideas please email me. Would love your feedback. This story is hotter than most I have written. My thanks to Nifty for archiving my stories. I love the responses I have had from you. This is a more complicated tale but I reckon you want to hear what my slave boy really wants. Maybe the last paragraph says it all. I hope so. New Year's Day with my Slave Boy The room smelt of sweaty, cummy, lovely raunchy boy. His lengthy, slender body was tied to the bed. Arms outstretched and tied to the headboard and feet bandaged to the bed end. My boy's butt was astride three supporting pillows making his chute easy to reach and wantonly open. A gooey dribble was seeping around his very red, bruised, sloppy arse-lips. My randy slave had just been rooted stupid by several old men and others had shot down his throat. I pushed my hand again up into greasy hole and felt him strain to let more sludge run out. He panted and gagged on the juice in his mouth as I fingered his gland. He couldn't touch his erect cock. It oozed a bit as I fucked my digits up his arse-hole. "Make me cum please master let me, I want to spray my boy juice. I have so much to blow. Please let me spunk up, I am so full of cum. I want to shoot it. " He pleaded again. This was a repeat of his pleas for the last two hours. Each time he was almost there I had stopped him. He was so hot and wanted to blow. I had other plans for my slave. He had me so hot for him. I pulled out of his hole and slapped his already reddened buns. He had taken a good thrashing when he screamed as the first dirty, spunky, shit pounder cock got near his tube. The old guy swore and fucked it straight up; he took the whole 11 inches of fat uncut creamy old dick. It hurt him like crazy. My slave boy took it and stopped yelling when I filled his mouth with some old dirty undies I had soaked in spunk from his last endeavours. I had better plans for my slave. "Going out for a while." I told him. "You can piss where you are but don't even think about cumming. I will slap you hard if I see you have shot." I had a wonderful idea for my boy. Throughout the last two days I had watched the Cricket match, studying the English Batsman. One in particular caught my fancy. He had been at the crease for 6 hours and, given the balmy heat of an Aussie Summer, he must be very sweaty I thought. I knew where the heat and sweat and smells would be best, in his protection box. The gadget cupping his cock and balls. Bet it is ripe and juicy I thought. I hid in the dressing room. My eyes darted out of their sockets as the cricketer entered the change room doors. He was one horny young guy. Bet he cums several times a day I imagined. His protector must have some traces in it. Slowly he undressed and took his sweaty body to the shower. I saw the box sitting on top of his dirty clothes. I stole it and ran from the shed. I carefully inspected my package as I walked into the smelly bedroom. It was darker now and more pungent. My slave was still and peering at me through his long blonde fringe. He knew better than ask me what I had been doing. I sniffed the slimy pouch. It was foul! Sweat and piss, and I thought, maybe just the trace of sperm from the inside of his foreskin. I attached a string to it and tied it to the light fitting just above my slave's head. Lowering it carefully I managed to suspend the box just above my boi's nose. I playfully pushed and watched it swing through the air coming to rest at the same point. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" My slave exploded. "Yeeeeeeeeees please. Oh shit, yes master you are so good to me. The smells are so hot. A man's cock has been locked in there I can tell. Can I suck that box sir?" My tortured boy's tongue shot through his lips as he tried to lick the rancid protector. "Not yet slave. I've got other plans for you this afternoon. Your arse is so full I am going to empty you a bit then use this in you." I lifted up my new toy, a twelve-inch dildo that vibrated with three speeds. "It's what a slave boy needs for some hours to keep him ready for more good fucking. I've got more men lined up to use you tonight. Some are so bloody big that even your hot guy's big cock will be put to shame. I told them not to shower today and not to shoot any cum but they should find some boy's arses to fuck so that they have plenty of shit in their skins I'm going to clean your arse with my tongue and fuck it down your throat. You can taste the juice you have stored up you. You told me you got your mate's cum fucked into you yesterday night, well it should be right up your teenage arse-hole, so I am going for that load." My slave boy's nose was sniffing hard as the box flooded his head with the pungent odours. His boy-hole puckered as I rubbed it. Shit there's enough cum up here to fill a bucket I thought. My mouth descended over his greasy crack, my tongue making a familiar trail up his loose passage. The juice and sludge moved around and filled my mouth. I soon tasted his slop mixed with lots of cum. I extracted as much as I could hold and moved to his face. My boy was watching with an anxious look as I pushed the box away and pushed my mouth hard down onto his. His lips opened as I flooded his lovely mouth with the juice of his arse. My cock needed to piss so I removed my mouth and replaced it with my still shitty dick and pissed forcefully down his throat washing the goo into his stomach. "Suck it down slave boy. I want to feel your lips around the base of my shaft. Suck me hard, make my cock grow in your throat. I want to feel you gag as I get fully erect. You won't breathe until I get a good fat from you." I told him. He worked hard on my prick. I felt his muscles pull at it, sucking and licking. More piss slipped out as I started to fuck my boy's mouth. His tongue slid with me as I screwed him a bit. My cum was chasing up my tube, so I pulled out quickly. Now for the vibrator, I knew my slave wanted to try this. Now his chance had come. I felt him a bit, moving the goo around his slim crack-hole. My vibrator was shaped like a cock with a fairly big knob. Bigger than any of the men who had used my boy's butt today I thought. Carefully pulling back his buns even further, I started pressing the huge head through his muscled ring. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, master it's so big!" He exclaimed loudly. "I've got to take it all?" "Yea, I want to get all of this up you. Then I am going to start the motor. You will have it in your arse for most of the afternoon." I instructed him. "Oh shit," he mumbled, "I want too, master, for you." My fingers prodded the thick toy further. My slave's body started to sweat and his crack farted more goo as I kept thrusting. It was half way in. I tried the switch and made it vibrate slowly. This drove my boy mad. His stomach jumped up as he felt the lining of his passage shudder. It was easier to feed more into him as his body was reacting to the movement. I had three-quarters of the monster up his tight arse. His breathing was erratic as each surge of the prick excited him more. "Oh master it's so big and so bouncy. My arse is on fire. I'm so full." He panted. "You are so good to me, I want to be good for you." "Going to get it all up now my slave. Feel that!" I yelled slamming the last inches into him. "Fuck yea, oh shit!!!" He screamed. "Going to get the machine onto speed 3" I said moving the button. I felt it really throb. My boy's body shuddered and twisted as the full impact of the onslaught took its effect. He was beyond speech, just guttural sounds scrambled from his excited lips. His bum bounced and his legs throbbed. I wondered how long my slave could take this treatment. I taped the monster to his crack and stood back to watch. My boy's gland was being raped I reckoned as his stomach was awash with fresh boy-juice and more seemed to leak each time the plastic cock pulsated. I felt his cummy stomach and rubbed it over his slender body. The box over his nose needed more cum I thought his! I rubbed his rich boy cream over the box and pushed it, making it swing over his face. The spunk dripped a bit landing on his lips. The vibrator was working hard and his young cock and balls seemed stretched to their limits. My slave kept working his body. My cock was so hard as I watched him take my torture. He needed to understand who was in control here I thought. A boy of his beauty needs to be abused by men who want to fuck their dirty cocks into his cavities and force their spunky unprotected dicks to blow old man cum. I told him this as he quivered and shook with the force of my toy stuck up his arse. The box was still leaking his cum over his lips. I dropped the string and let the whole thing ooze over his lips. He sucked it into his mouth. I watched him use it like a big all day sucker. I turned the control for the vibrator to one letting his arse have some rest. His abused body heaved and collapsed as he shat out lots of juicy arse slops. My slave's cock was still full and leaking. I realised that the big dildo was still churning his passage and forcing more lovely fresh boy cum up his stem. I bent over to examine his nice penis and balls. The vibrator forced his gland to deliver more through his young cock-head. It exploded covering my face with another round of fresh, hot boy-spunk. I put my face against his and made him slide his cheeks against mine, rubbing his boy-juice over both of us. I removed the dildo and the package from his arse and mouth and untied his limbs. I pushed the three pillows onto the floor and collected my slave in my arms. He was whimpering and large tears gathered around his beautiful eyes. I lay on the bed and gathered my wonderful boy into my arms letting his abused body nestle into mine. He smelt of young-cum and his cock slowly juiced more cream over me. I spooned his body to sleep loving his cummy body against me. His regular breathing and complete trust made me so proud of my wonderful slave. I feel asleep with my boy, holding his slender body tightly against mine. My cock made a lazy drift across his perfect hole choosing to snuggle against his slimy crack. We slept.

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Date: Wed, 02 May 2001 18:14:21 -0000 From: Seth O' Donnell <rhapsodysoul07@hotmail.com> Subject: 'Slave to his parents 4' {Seth O'Donnell} (MM bdsm) (Part 3 ended when Paul and nigel were on the way home after a hard day of "shoppin" Enjoy the story! Seth.) Paul knows tt he has to start somewhere. True, he do love him very much but there's gonna be the testing of pain and huniliation to prove Nigel's love for him as well. He thinks over it, he decides to start tonight, right at the moment when they step into the house. however before he starts any training, he will want to tell and communiucate to his slaveboy exactly what is he going to do and why is he doing so- making sure that nigel understands everything, the things that his master is going to do to him. They stepped into the house and Paul immediately went to the couch and rest himself there. He was tired but he knows that he got a far lot more to do before he puts himself to sleep. "Come Nigel, come over here and sit down!" "Yes Sir." Nigel went over and sit down comfortably, sinking his ass into the couch, slouching away. "Sit straight, boy, what do you think you are doin? since you can't sit properly, why don't you stand..." "Sir, i"m very sorry Sir" Nigel instantly spring up "Look son , don't ever take my love for granted, u understand?" Paul stood up and walk around Nigel's taut body. "Strip totally now!!!" "Yes Sir!" nigel stripped , his cock now semi hard. Paul pulls Nigel towards him and stare right into his eyes. "im going to show you some discipline tt you badly need!" "Look, boy, i love you but no matter what, i'm not going to hesitate to train you into the perfect slave, you understand, i'm going to use every method there is to train you, no matter you like it ornot, but you must get the facts right, i'm doing this because i want to get the best out of you, and not just for fun!" "Yes Sir, i understand!" "But you must know that i'm going to be as harsh to you as i was to my previous slaves, just that the motive this time round is not strictly for my own interest but for love....but nonetheless, you aren't going to receive any special treatment from me during your training, you get it, slave." "Yes Sir, I'm your slave and you can do to me whatever you want, Sir!" "good, i want you to know that in our realtionship, that will be days whereby you will be put through strict training, discipline and punishments as a slave, but some days, i will shower you deep love, as you are also my boy!" All these while, Paul was staring into his eyes while he speaks... soon, tears from Nigel's eyes begin to form. "Do you truely understand, boy!" "Yes, i do, sir, i truely do!" "Good, come into my arms now!" Paul's tone mellowed. The two men locked in each other arms, givin Nigel an assurance deep down his heart that his master is not going to let him down. "Oh boy, i love you so much, you must trust me, there will be times when you will feel like hating me for the things i do, but you must know that i have to do this, boy..." "Sir dun worry, master, i will love you even if you are training me, cos i trust you and i know that you will not doing anything to hurt our relationship, Sir! With that both of them kissed each other. Paul stopped and ask nigel to stay down here while he went upstairs to change. Soon Paul appeared wearing his Hard Rock T-Shirt and a pair of nylon shorts. "Ok, get ready for some exercise now, come with me to the yard!" They went outside...although it was night, but the house garden is always brightly lit with garden lights. "Ok go run to the tree there, and do push ups for me until i reach!" Nigel run towards it and then started to do his push ups as instructed. His form is magnificent, every count a perfect set, with his chest touching the grass everytime he went down. Meanwhile, Paul sat himself on a garden chair admiring the scene. He wanted to give Nigel a good workout. He wanted his slavebody to be perfect for him. He sat down there with a glass of red wine, under the starry nite, with his slave working his body out just for him. Paul smiled in his heart, what else can he ask for in life. Meanwhile the phone rang, paul went to get it while nigel did his push ups continuously. He dare not stop without his master's command. "hello, who's there?" "Paul, it's me, marilyn, how's our little slaveboy doing?" "you wun believe it, he's gorgeous, now he's doing his pushups for me, u now i like to administer forced exercise on my slaves, i'm enjoying every moment, i swear!" "Ya, if i hadn't know that, how can i be your "wife" huh?, hey tell you wad, im in town now and have been contacting with the crowd here...u remember, Master Vince, he's holding a slave party next week, and u noe his party never disappoints, would you want to come over...and of course i would luv to see our little slaveboy....ha" "Oh gawd, really, tt's great, but i guess i will have to give you an answer later, ya....tell u wad, u will never be disappointed, that is with nigel, just wait and see..." With that, Paul rang up the phone... He walked outside to the yard and stood besides Nigel...with his toolbox. Now, nigel is perspiring like mad, his whole body aching, from his pecs to the shoulders, to the arms, however he knows that he can't stop cos he wanted to please his master more than anything else... "Alrite son, you may stop, but stay in push up position!" "Yes Sir", Nigel exclaimed breathlessly.. Paul bent down and caress nigel's body...every inch of his body is exposed with sweat.... He uses his finger to probe at Nigel's butt..as Nigel stay tensed with every muscle in his body.... "Look at your body, look at those bums, so firm and round, and those arms...." Paul continue caressing and teasing Nigel's body while nigel stay in push up position... With that, he took out a dildo.... "Look, boy, im going to insert this dildo into your butthole, what i want you to do for me is to do your regular pushups with the dildo in the hole and the key is to not let it drop off, u understand?" "Yes SIR" With the dildo in place, Paul ordered Nigel to start his push ups again. Now this time round, its difficult for slaveboy nigel. Rememeber, he had already done lotsa of pushups and naturally his energy is drained off, now he had to do his pushups again with a dildo up his ass without letting it drop off. Paul knows that this will test his slave's endurance and strength... "And boy i want you to count yr set, you will go "sir, one sir" when u finished one count...and if your form is not good or the dildo drops off, you will be punished, u understand, boy?" "Yes SIR, i understand, SIR" "ok stay there while i go take the garden chair, i want to be rite next to you while you do yr pushups for me, slave...you like tt?" "Yes, sir, i truely like that, SIR" Sitting himself comfortably on the chair with the glass of wine in his hand, he commanded Nigel to start. "SIr one SIR" "Sir two SIR" "Sir three SIR" this went on until about the twentieth count... "SIR twenty SIR" Now with every set, Paul could see nigel's body shaking, with every count he do, his butt was tensing up to show its tautness.... "Go on boy, u are not going to stop now!" "Sirrrr.......twenty oneeee, sir" "Louder" "SIRRRR...Twenty one SIR...!" Nigel continue to do his push ups, with the occasional teasing finger of his master cirlcling and probing his worked muscles... Paul touched Nigel's butt, he can literally feel the taut muscles fill out his bum everytime he goes down, cute dimples are formed on the cheeks. That's what make Nigel attractive, his body is perfect even before he trained him. The motive of forcing his boy to exercise is not really to workout his body stronger,( nigel's body is already proportionatelly defined and fill out in all its areas) it's a feeling of domination that he have over the slave when he sees him exercise under his commands that make Paul so mesmemrised by this fetish. Nigel continue to do his push ups while holding the dildo in his ass... now his body is aching all all over, especially his pecs, shoulders, arms and butt. Sipping his wine, Paul continues to take in the view of the body of his slaveboy, so firm, so young and most importantly, so obedient to his every commands. He wanted to control every part of Nigel's body. "Alrite son, you may stop. Stand up.!" "Yes, Thank you Master" Nigel sttod up, hands rested above his bums. Paul went around him. He ordered him to flex his pecs. Nigel followed his commands. "Great, your pecs are all fired up!" Paul commented while circling and probing nigel on his pecs. "Thank you Master!" "boy, now i'm going to teach you some slave positions now, listen carefully and follow my commands, understand?" "Yes Master!" "ok, now stand up straight, chest out, back arched, hands rested above yr bums, legs apart, do it for me now!" Nigel followed his master's commands. "shoulders arched more, Slave, this is the 'relaxed' position, whenever i command you to be in the "relax" position, you will do this. This will also be the position whereby you will present yourself when i never give you any instructions..understand?" "Yes, master" "Good boy!" Paul kisssed Nigel on the mouth. "Ok, maintaining the same body posture, now put yr hands behind your head, elbows bent backwards, this will be the "attention" position, do it now!" "This will also be the postiton i want you to present yourself, whenever i want to inspect yr slavebody, understand?" "Yes Master!" "Now get down on yr fours, back straight,this will be the "Down" position. Nigel followed his master's commands. "Tensed yr ass cheek whenever u are in this position, i want to see your dimples...alrite, ass sticks out more, legs open wider so i can have a full view of yr butthole, balls and cock." "Now get into kneeling position, Kneel with back straight and hands rested above the bums, legs opened slightly to provide me with a view of your cock and balls" "Yes Master!" Ok, great, so far u have been following rather well. One more thing, i always want you to look straight into my eyes....some of the other masters may think that a slave looking into his masters' eyes is rude, but i think that, the gaze of a slave's eyes is totally priceless, especially a gaze thats filled with submission and obedience, so u shall look at into my eyes regardless watever position you are in, unless otherwise state so, u understand?" "Yes Master, i understand!" "Ok now this is what im gonna do, i'm gonna shout a command, either "relax". "attention", "down" or "kneel" and it will be in quick succession. What you will do is that everytime i shout a command, you will get into the position as quickly as you can. If i see that you are not putting in 100% effort or you are slow or u did the wrong action, you will be punished, understand?" "Yes Master!" "Ok now get ready!" "Down!" Nigel get down on all fours immediately. "Atention" The slave immediately springs up. "Down" he went down again. "Relax" "Attention" "kneel" "relax" "kneel" "Down" this went on like fifteen minutes.......by this time, Nigel was sweating profusely and his body was tired...his actions were slower now. "I didn;t say u could slow down, you noe, slave!" "sorry master!" "you will get your punishment later!" "yes Sir!" "ok stop, stand up in attention!" Nigel immdiately stood up, back arched, chest out, hands held behind head, his whole body sweating. "good, now run over to the chin up bar over the other tree and hang yourself there while i prepare soemthing" "yes master" nigel immediately ran over and pull himself up, not knowing waht will his master commands him to do next. In a short while, Paul walked over to that tree with a short whip. Pulling Nigel's cock which is exposed fully now, he told him, "I want you to do your chin ups, everytime when u couldnt pull yourself up, i will give you some swats on yr body, tis will continue untilyou manage enough strength to pull yourself up again." Paul was glad that he thot of this exercise sequence. This will train both Nigel's strength and pain threshold, he will be forced to do his chin ups otherwise would receive his master's whips to his already tired body. However, Paul offer no sympathy. "u understand, pull yourself up now!" Nigel pulled himself up easily for the first twenty times... As time goes by, his arms began shaking Soon, he couldnt pull himself up anymore, his body jus hanging there hoping for some breather. Immediately Paul landed some blows on his chest. Nigel took this as a signal and began pulling himself up again, slowly but steadily, this went on for a few more times then stopped again. Likewise, without mercy, Paul whipped him on his back, arms and chest repeatedly, but this time round, Nigel couldn't pull himself up anymore... Nigel was now crying as his slavebody really couldnt take the pain and exercise any longer. He wanted to plead with his master but he was scared that paul will be angry...so mastering all his might, he try to pull himself up again for one time. He tried to do that the second time but when he pulled himself halfway, his arms give way and he fall down to the ground. Upon falling to the ground, Nigel was so petrified that he immediately get into the "down" position and pleads with his master. "Im sorry master, please punish me, master!" his teary eyes looking submissively towards Paul's. Paul was not angry at all, he was melted and touched by nigel's obedience and submissiveness...he looked lovingly into nigel's eyes and commanded him to stand up. Nigel stood up and keep on looking at Paul's eyes. He don't dare look anywhere else. "You have done your best this time round. i shall not punish you." "Come, stand in attention, i wan to inspect your wounds." "Yes Master!" nigel put his hands behind his head, this reveals the whip wounds that is swat across his Lats and chest. "Stay there, im applying some lotiion on the wounds!" "thank you Master!" Paul began to do that, he finished the lats area and now proceed to the chest. Across Nigel's chest was a wound thats quite deep,Paul can't bear to see it, but he couldn't show his emotions. He was feeling so sorry especially with Nigel's innocent eyes focusing on him. Paul kissed Nigel on the wound, hoping to smooth the pain....before applying lotion to it.... Nigel was filled with bliss at the moment. He was thinking that it would be worthwhile to endure pain and training just to have his master caring for him like that, He wouldnt mind going through all this just for his master. These two men are so in love. After the wounds have all bean cleaned up, the two men began to kissed in affection, showing how much they care and love each other. Paul then pulled nigel from his arms and looked at his eyes saying "Slave, you have done well tonite, although i didnt do much training, im particularly glad of your attitude and obedience... well done!" "Thank you Master!": Nigel smiled innocently back to his master.... "But remember the punishment i promised, you will still receive it...wait a while!" Paul walked away form nigel into the storeroom. Within minutes, he came out with a relatively small surfboard tt weighs around 20kg with him. "kneel down at that spot there, lift this surfboard up above yr head straight, you will stay in this psoition til next morning." "Yes Master!" Nigel began to take up his position obediently. Paul went over and kissed him on his cheek. "Be good, slave!" as he went into the house. Nigel kneel there with the surfboard lifted above his head. He will be in tt position for at leat five hours. He contemplates the time and how tired he will be but as his tears dropped from his eyes to his naked chest, he thought to himself that he is very much willing to do this for his master, at any costs, as long as his master is happy.... (to be continue...any comments abt my story or any suggestions on how slave Nigel should be trained and humiliated, feel free to email me...)

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Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 18:52:02 From: john smith Subject: What Goes Around: Part 5 for authoritarian section WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Ostrich78@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. It in no way encourages or approves of the abuse of minors which is abhorrent. The author resides in San Diego and would be interested in meeting 18-25 year olds who like the story. PART 5 It was a really long night. Sleep was not possible: the electric buttplug would alternately make my as feel as if it was being expertly fucked, then it would stop for a minute and a jolt of electricity would go through my cock and balls. My dick would grow and be ready to shoot, then it would shrivel as the shock traveled through it. Up, Down, Up, Down, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure, Pain...all night long. At about 8 the next morning, my master came into the room. He laughed when he saw the stains of the precum that had been leaking all over my belly through the night. It looked like I had leaked a cup of it, though that certainly wasn't possible. Eric disconnected the electrical device, then led me to the bathroom and told me to pee. Afterwards, he grabbed my nuts, gently at first, then he began to squeeze them. "Jesus Christ!......FUCK...OH...Please..." all came spilling out of my mouth. In fact, he wasn't squeezing hard at all! However, my nuts were so tender after all of that stimulation through the night that any pressure at all was excruciating. "Would you like to drain those balls boy?" he asked. "Yes Sir" I replied, praying for the chance to cum at last. "Get on the bed on all fours boy" was the order. "Now spread your legs boy" which I immediately did. Then I heard the snapping sound of rubber gloves going on. Master Eric slipped a condom over my dick, then inserted his fingers up my ass and began massing, then abusing my prostate. He essentially "Milked" me by pressing on the prostate with one hand, then using the other to milk the fluid out of my cock. He did this for about a half hour resulting in large quantities of fluid in the condom, but nothing that resembled an orgasm. I was just as horny as before, but had indeed been "milked". When he was finished, he fucked my ass hard for another half hour, resulting in even more leakage from my swollen dick. After he was relieved, Eric removed the condom and tied a knot in the end. Then he took out the plastic chastity device, and in the light of day I could see that it was a "CB2000". He replaced it on me and locked the little brass lock. "This will keep your hands off and keep your mind where it should be boy" he said, as he tucked the key in his pocket. The usual morning routine then progressed: showering him, then myself; preparing breakfast; cleaning up the dishes and kitchen, etc. Eric then announced "I'm going back to college boy". I could hardly believe my ears...he was leaving early! My servitude was almost finished. "However, you still require a good bit of training. I will leave you written instructions on what to do when you drop me off at the plane" he said. "What time do I need to drive you to the plane, Sir?" I asked. "In about 3 hours boy, but first we have some unfinished business to do" he replied, then pointed to the basement. I knew this was not going to be business I enjoyed, but of course complied. Once in the basement, I was fastened with my hands tied over my head to an exposed beam. This had me still standing on my feet, but barely. Eric then ripped my boxers off and stuffed them in my mouth saying "I don't want to disturb the neighbors boy". I was expecting the worst, but he mysteriously walked out of the room and left me there. Some time later, I heard the doorbell ring, and the door open, then close. Muffled voices followed this. Then another ring, and more muffled voices. Finally, I heard people coming down the stairs. I turned to see who: it was Master Eric, Master Stefan, and "Pizza Boy" aka "master Mark". The three then came around in front of me and faced me. Each was wearing a nylon lanyard from which a small key hung: the key to my CB 2000, the key to my chastity device! "Boy, Masters Stefan and Mark have graciously agreed to train you in my absence...what do you say BOY?" said Eric. "Thank you Sirs" I replied. "Now, every Tuesday and Friday you will clean master Stefan's apartment and follow his orders. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday you will be available for Master Mark and anyone he chooses to bring over. You will obey their orders like mine. If you fail to do so, you will be beaten very severely. Do You Understand boy?" said Eric. What could I say except "YES SIR" in reply. "NO YOU DON'T ASSHOLE" was Eric's reply, "BUT YOU SOON WILL". Eric then stepped behind me and to one side while my other masters sat down and watched. That was the last thing I saw, as I was blindfolded. The remainder of the next hour would be spent with only hearing and feeling as my senses. I felt hands unlocking the CB 2000. As it came loose, my cock sprang up to strike my abdomen. Next, my balls were roughly handled causing me to gasp, then suddenly I felt nauseaus as a sudden hard jerk pulled them toward the floor. I was aware enough to know that I was wearing a parachute with a very heavy weight. I could feel myself beginning to sweat, just from the pain in my balls. Next, I felt some kind of lubricant being spread over my cock, then a condom was awkwardly put over my dick as fingers went in and out under it `...what was he doing...the condom was holding something on my dick", I thought. I FOUND OUT SOON ENOUGH AS A SEARING AND BURNING PAIN SHOT THROUGH MY DICK FROM TIP TO BASE: HE HAD SET UP AN ELECTRICAL CIRCUIT THROUGH MY DICK. There was nothing erotic about this: IT HURT. The device was set so that the pain would reduce to a bearable level, then rise like a wave until I was screaming into the boxer-gag, then it would recede again. "Gonna fry his dick" I heard Mark say in the background as I tried to scream into the gag. The next thing I felt was explosive pain in my ass. I was being paddled with something really heavy. This was not any of the paddles I had felt before...Christ, it felt like a two by four... "UUUUMPH" was all I could get out through the gag as the blows fell hard and fast. I must have disconnected for a while, because some time had passed and I became aware that the pounding on my ass was no longer occurring. Then, I heard something whistle past my ear: "OH GOD" I thought... "IT'S A CANE". The familiar whistle through the air, brief delay, then explosive burn accompanied by my screams began. I lost count at 25 blows, again receding into some other part of my mind where the pain would be tolerable. My next awareness was of the caning no longer occurring. Just as I was thinking, "Thank God, its over", a new part of my body exploded: my back. It took a while to figure out what was happening: searing white hot pain all over my back, then legs, then shoulders. Then it struck me, as I heard a voice screaming in muffled tones in the distance... "I'm being flogged with a cat o nine tails!" Eventually this too receded, and all I felt was the searing burn of my cock being electrocuted as the voltage rose and fell. I felt someone close to me, breathing on my neck: "Now you understand boy...you will serve these Masters well or it will happen again". I was then carried up to my room and laid down. The next thing I knew, it was morning. I was laying on my side, and as I moved, searing pain went through my body. It all came back to me...the beating...the sound of the boys laughing about it...the burning in my cock... I went to comfort myself in the time honored way when my hand just touched polycarbonate: the CB 200 was on and locked. I must have lay there, willing the energy to get up, for about an hour. Eventually I got up and headed into the bathroom to look in the mirror. What a mess! My back and shoulders were criss crossed with red welts from the cat. My ass was purple and swollen with areas of broken bleeding skin where the cane had cut into me... I got into the shower with antiseptic soap and cleaned up as best I could. Then I put antibiotic ointment on my ass and limped down the stairs to get breakfast. This was my routine for about 3 days, then I began to heal and explore my surroundings. Eric was gone. Some number of days had elapsed. What day was it? I turned on the TV and realized that it was Friday... "There's something I have to do...OH FUCK...Master Stefan's apartment must be cleaned". I got dressed and speeded over to the apartment. Hesitating, I rang the buzzer and Stefan answered, then let me in via the remote. I ran up the stairs to his apartment and entered. "Good boy...I thought you might forget" he said, followed by the command "Strip". I had my clothes off quickly, and Stefan proceeded to examine my body. He ran a finger across the healing cane marks, and felt the now green discolored buttocks as he whistled through his teeth. "If I were you, I would be a good boy" he said. "YES SIR" I stated emphatically. Stefan then pushed me down to my knees and dropped his boxers "Eat me boy" he said as he fed me his dick. I was roughly face fucked for about 15 minutes before the sticky salty taste hit the back of my throat. It felt like he shot a big load. I swallowed, released his dick and said the required "thank you sir" to him. "Stand Up" was all I heard in return. As I did so, I could see that the key to the CB2000 was in his hand. "Would you like me to release you and let you jerk off, Boy?" he asked. "Oh Please Sir...my balls ache...would you..." was my reply. "I might, lets see how clean the place is when I get back" he said as he hung the key back around his neck. My dick was trying to get hard and was pressing against the polycarbonate cage painfully. The day passed quickly as I performed my maid duties for Master Stefan. The apartment wasn't as dirty as it had been the first time, and I had time to check and double check the job I did. Just as I finished, Stefan entered the apartment. "Lets have a look boy" he said. I meekly followed behind him as he performed a very detailed inspection of the apartment: "Good work, I can find no fault...I think I'll give you release" he said. He unlocked the CB2000 and placed a condom over my dick. I could feel a quivering in my ass and balls...FINALLY! I was going to get to cum. Next, Stefan laid me on the bed on my stomach and placed my hands above my head. "Stay put boy" he said. I heard a condom wrapper opening and knew he was preparing to fuck me. Then, I felt a pressure on my asshole. I relaxed a bit so he could ease himself inside me, but there was nothing easy about Stefan's entry: he SLAMMED his meat in to the hilt--all 9 inches of it. I whimpered, but soon began to enjoy the rough fucking by this young man. I was becoming quite a whore I thought. Stefan pounded my ass for 45 minutes before he came, then collapsed panting on my back. I could feel that he was covered with sweat. "Roll over boy" he said, and I did so. To my surprise, the condom was full of milky fluid. "BUT I DIDN'T GET AN ORGASM" I wanted to scream. Essentially, the piston of his cock slamming my prostate had milked me dry, but without the benefit of an orgasm. I was just as horny as before, and just as sore. Stefan removed the condom and tied a knot in the end of it. Then, he took out the CB 2000, but could not put it on because of my erection. Again I thought, "Now he'll have to let me cum". No such luck. I saw stars as Stefan slapped my blue balls hard with his hand. When I stopped doubling over, my dick was soft, and the C B 200 was placed back on and locked. "See you Tuesday" he said as he ushered me out the door. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2024 22:42:54 -0500 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 12 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some. It includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, and consensual slavery. Where this story is set, the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you, then please move on. This new chapter is from the point of view of slaves David and Nicky. Nicky is the best friend of slave Jimmy and Billy. The Masters visit the brother of Master Frank. Nicky and his father, Jamie are invited to the farm as well. Jamie is a friend of slave David and slave Adam. Author's Notes: even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember, this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Some characters are 16 and 17, so they are young adults. In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to being enslaved for consensual slavery and BDSM scenes. So, the slaves are also genetically different since they are the product of a breeding program designed to create 100% submissives or 100% dominants (See MSDS Society as references). The Society that bred our slave David has knowledge of a submissive and dominant gene. They used that knowledge to breed more submissives and dominants. For our slaves David, Billy, Jimmy, and Mike (Sparky), they are 100% submissives. This breeding made them so submissive that they want, no, need to be enslaved. It is a deep desire that they cannot control. This slave understands this could seem extreme for some. If this story offends you, please move on. Thank you. Characters: * Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of 5 slaves and designated Master of slave David and Slave Adam. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles, and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door. + Slave David Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, formerly married to Adam and former Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6-inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features sand out. + Slave Adam Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. He did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. + Jeff Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of pup slave Sperky, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy. Age 58, 160#, 5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5-inch dick, brown hair with gray highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor. A successful general contractor with experience in both residential and commercial construction. * Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of slave Jimmy and slave Billy. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Billy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Now adopted by Master Frank. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. + Slave Jimmy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair, green eyes, slim, and smooth. A swimmer's body. * Jason Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of Sparky. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Sparky / Mikey Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. A face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. + Ralph Peterson - Pup slave of Master Jason and Owned by Master Frank. 33 years old, 5 ft 9 in tall, cut 8-inch dick, black hair with brown eyes, lean and build. Before owning the leather shop downtown, Ralph worked in residential and commercial construction. He won a lot of money in Vagas, and he used to buy the shop downtown with an apartment upstairs, which is now being converted to slave quarters. * Jamie : Friend of slaves David and Adam. 5ft 8in tall, slim body, blond hair, blue eye, 160 pounds, and 6-inch cut dick. Was on the swim team in high school and college. A member of the city council and president of the school board. * Nicky : Friend of slave Jimmy and son of Jamie. Known to be submissive due to slave Jimmy dominating Nicky in the past. On the swim team with slave Jimmy. 5ft 8 inches tall, 150 pounds, blonde and blue eyes, and 6.5 cut dick. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org POV from slave david I am kneeling beside my Master at the dining room table when Master Alex and Master Jason come through the front door, laughing and roughhousing with each other. Master Jason comments, "Oh, Hey, Dad, I see you enslaved my new pup, Ralph." I have to laugh to myself, it is like nothing for our Masters now to just enslave people. It's like a normal everyday conversation now. I wonder who will be next? As Master rubs my head, he replies, "Yeah, slave Ralph came over this morning and signed its slavery contract. It will be a good addition to our stock of slaves. How did it go with our new slave last night?" Master Jason replies, "We had fun with it last night before handcuffing its hands to the bedpost. It slept on the floor for the night. Then, this morning, we had it remove all its furniture and personal items from the house. Dad, I am impressed with slave pup Ralph. The pup handled the new slave with the control of a Dom. Plus, it eased the delivery man's concerns about its enslavement." Master comments, "I am not surprised. Slave Ralph started out as a Dom but then learned it was born to be a submissive. Also, it has had to deal with delivery men a lot when running the leather shop. OK, now go fetch the other slaves from the "Slave Quarters" next door." Master Jason runs off to fetch my enslaved family. He comes back shortly with my four family members behind him. As usual, Master Jason is dressed in shorts and tennis shoes, bearing his impressive chest! He is always a sight to see. My family has gags locked in their mouths. So, they did not get a chance to talk to each other last night. For that matter, I have not been allowed to speak to any of my family after our enslavement. From seeing the gags in my family's mouths, I now understand Master doesn't want us to talk to each other. I'm not sure I will ever be able to speak freely with Adam or my sons. I will always see them as my sons even though Master is adopting them. I am no longer their father in the sense of raising them. They are Master's property now, so I have no say in the rest of their upbringing. However, I still see them as my sons, no matter what happens to them. I hope I can continue to see them that way. Master orders, "Jason, go lock the slaves in the cages of our SUV." "OK, Dad. By the way, Sparky will be riding with me in the back seat. Alex said he would drive." "Sounds good. In that case, I want this slave" patting me on my head "with me while we go to my brother's farm. So just lock up the twin slaves and slave Adam in the cages." Before we left for the farm, Master had me call my friend Jamie, Nicky's father, and ask him if he wants to come out to the farm for the weekend. So, I call Jimmy, and Master orders me to put him on speakerphone. When I get Jamie on the phone, I say, "Hi, Jamie. I wonder if you and Nicky would like to come with us to our new neighbor's brother's farm for the weekend. We are celebrating my neighbor's sons' birthdays." Jamie replies, "Is he the hot guy you were with last night?" Now, I am embarrassed and nervous about what to say. I say, "Yeah, that's him." Jamie replies, "It looked like you were on a date. Does Adam know about you and your neighbor?" I say, "Yeah, Adam knows. We both are dating Ma.. Frank. It's all good." Jamie asks, "So you guys are like having a three-way. Like... we did?" I reply, "Yeah, something like that. I will explain at the farm. You can come, right?" Jamie replies, "Hell yeah! I want to hear all about Adam, you, and your neighbor Frank." I reply, "Great, and bring Nicky. I will text you the address." I hear some talking in the background. Jamie asks, "OK, Nicky says he has no plans for the weekend. He wants to meet the neighbor's sons. He thinks they are hot like their father." then Jimmy laughs, "Who's farm is it?" I reply, "It's Ma... Frank's brother's farm." Jamie says, "Cool, see you there. We will leave after work." I say, "Great, text me when you leave home. Bye." Jamie replies, "Will do. See you soon! Bye." I hang up the phone and hand it back to Master. I can't help but feel guilty. I'm again helping Master enslave others. Yet, I have no choice anymore. I think Master will enslave both Jamie and Nicky by the time the weekend ends. Master says, "Good work, slave. It sounds like its former friend wants to know more about our relationship. We just have to show him then.", with a sadist laugh. Master Alex volunteers to drive, so my twin sons are put in one cage and Adam in another. My older son, Sparky (aka Mikey), sleeps in the backseat with his Master, Jason. I am on the floor between my Master's legs. When we take off, Master orders, "Suck!" I quickly pull Master's cock out of his pants and start sucking his 10-inch cock. I lick the head first, cleaning under the foreskin with my tongue. It tastes strong today, but I am getting used to the taste. Once clean, I use my lips to roll back the foreskin and push his cock down my throat. I pull up and back down again, pressing my nose into Master's musky pubic hair. They always smell so strong! I want to take a big breath and smell their scent but can't with Master's cock deep in my throat. So, I keep sucking while Master chats with Master Alex. "Alex, I had my slave call Nicky's father to invite him to the farm. I guess this slave and Jamie, Nicky's father, were friends. So, your friend Rob is still coming to the farm and wants to enslave Nicky?" "Yeah, Dad, Rob is excited to claim Nicky as his slave." "Good. We will have to show Rob how to use a slave properly!" "OK, Dad, I will let Rob know." Master adds, "I saw Jamie at the restaurant last night. He seemed to have a good body, and I saw lust in his eyes. Plus, from what slave Jimmy said about Nicky, he is a sub, so he should be easily enslaved by Rob." "Cool! So what about Nicky's father? What are your plans for him?" "Well, let's see, I feel the father is like his son, both subs. If all goes well, then we will have another slave. I believe Jamie is on the city council. So, if I can enslave him, then I will have another vote that I can control." "Sweet Dad! I know Rob really wants a slave to own. He is the captain of the wrestling team, so he has the respect of the whole team. They will follow his lead." "Good, they will make good Masters for the swim team, as you suggested?" "Yes, Dad, they are all Dominant guys. They just need some guidance." "You and Rob will give them the guidance they need. And I will talk to my brother about using his farm as a slave training facility for the new slaves. I am thinking of having classes for the Masters and slaves is needed. A `boot camp' of sorts. What do you think, son?" "Sounds good! If you get the principal to make it a school activity, the parents will sign off on the `boot camp'' training program to supplement the 'Manage Bullying' program." "Dam, son! That is a good idea. I already have the principal on my side. So, it shouldn't be a problem." For the three-hour ride to the farm, I am sucking Master the whole time. Halfway through the trip, Master needs to piss. So without warning, he holds my head down on his cock and then releases a powerful stream right in my throat. It fills up my stomach, making me feel bloated. Then about 30 minutes before the end of the trip, I need to piss bad. However, I have to hold it. I wiggle on the floor, but Master is not pleased. "Stop that slave. Just hold it. We are almost there." With my mouth still full of his cock, I just nod my head up and down. "Good, keep sucking, but keep me on the edge." So I suck Master, yet I don't let him cum. Master sighs, "Yes! Just like that, boy!" I look up with a smile, seeing him lean back, enjoying my service. From the back, I hear sucking sounds, and my son has the pleasure of serving Master Jason too. Like father like son, as the saying goes. I hear us pulling off the main road and driving a few miles down a gravel road. We finally get out. I'm so thankful. Now maybe I can piss! Master gets out and clips a leash to my collar. I'm pulled out of the SUV. I look up to see an old plantation house with several outbuildings. Near a barn is a naked man pulling a wagon. There is a heavy steel collar around the man's neck. I think they are manual labor slaves. WOW! Is this farm run with slave labor? Master pulls up to the house, and another man who looks like Master emerges. The man says, "Brother, it's good to see you!" They hug, and Master asks, "I see you acquired more hard labor slaves." "Yeah, you wouldn't believe how many boys want to volunteer to be slaves on a real plantation." "Shit, all are volunteers?" "Yeah, they all want to know what it is like to be a real slave on a farm. I let go of all my field hands. Now, I just use slave labor. It has saved a lot of labor costs." "I bet you had what a 100 field hands, right?" "Yeah, but with slave labor, I have reduced that number by half." "So you only have 50 slaves to run this farm!" Yeah, it turns out you can push slaves harder than employees with an overseer whipping them to work harder." "Do you have a lot of turnovers?" "Yeah, about two-thirds can't handle the brutal life of a hard labor slave. But I have a waiting list to replace them when the slave quits. "So you must have some initial training program." "Yes, they undergo a training program before being put in the fields. It helps condition them to a life of slavery." "Great. I'd like to discuss using your training program for potential slaves in my community." "OK, we can later. But want to see what you brought.?" Master Jason has already pulled his pup out of our SUV after I assume he dumped a load down my son's throat. Master Jason doesn't even bother to put his cock back in his shorts. Master Alex has pulled Adam and my twin sons out of their cages in the back of the SUV. My naked and collared family are now presented to my Master's brother. He walks around us, touching us like he's inspecting one of his farm animals. He says, "Open slave." I open my mouth. He rubs a finger along my gums and then pinches my tongue, pulling it out and twisting it back and forth. He runs his hand along my body, squeezing my muscles like he is assessing them. "Bend over, slave, and grab its ankles." I grab my ankle, and he kneads my ass muscles. "Mine if I inspect its other hole?" My Master replies, "Not at all, Paul. I would like to know its worth." "Thanks, Frank." Master Paul pushes his big fingers in my hole as I push out like taking a crap. This helps him enter me more easily. I moan out as he rubs up and down on my prostrate, making me want to piss more! At the same time, I am getting hard. "It has good responses to stimulation. Mine if I fuck it to get a full assessment of its worth." This inspection process makes me feel like I am being assessed for sale. Would Master ever want to sell me or my family? This is the first time I have thought that I could be sold. "Go ahead, brother, let me know what you think?" Master Paul pulls out his cock. I look through my legs to see a cock just as big as my Master! It might even be a bit wider than Master. I take a big breath as the head enters my hole. Master Paul slowly pushes deeper into me. "Its hole is tight. Grips my cock nicely. Tight holes get a better price on the open market." I start moaning as Master Paul pushes as deep as he can into my hole. Then, slowly, he moves in and out. I instinctively squeeze my hole when Master Paul comments about how tight I am. "Excellent, it knows to tighten its hole while it is being fucked." "Frank, did you teach it that?" Master laughs, "No, it's instinct. I have not had to do too much training." "Oh yeah, you said it was bred to be enslaved. They all look like they are well-behaved slaves. Is that due to the slave breeding?" "Yeah, I assume so. The sons all wanted to be enslaved for a long time. It only took a little manipulating to get the fathers to agree to be enslaved, too." "Dam, Frank, this hole is still tight! You could sell the whole family for millions. Not many are like these slaves. They are a special breed indeed!" "Right now, I have no plans on selling any of my slaves." "In that case, think about breeding them. Some out there will pay big money for their special seed." "I would have to think about it. However, first, I need to change my community to be in favor of Master and slave relationships, where I can walk down the street with my naked slave on its leash. After all, it's mine, so I should have the right to use it however I like in public!" "Dam Frank, that is a noble quest. Whatever I can do, l will gladly help." "That is great to hear. Alex suggested getting his wrestling team to enslave the school's swim team. We already have two members of the swim team enslaved. The twin slaves are on the swim team. They will help encourage their teammate to submit to the wrestling team. Plus, I already have their coach on my side. He helped convince the slave you are fucking to enslave his sons." "How did you get the coach to help you?" "I had to agree to let the coach fuck them once I owned the boys. In exchange, he pretended to threaten to take the twin sons as his subs. This was when I had him locked in a glory hole, and the coach was fucking his mouth", Master laughs, "It thought it was saving his boys from the coach by giving them to me. Plus, with some financial pressures, he gave me his sons, his husband, and himself. I'm putting the sons through college and giving them jobs in my company for 10 years or until they pay off their debts to me." "Fuck Frank, you were always good at manipulating others to do what you want." I now realize that Master really did manipulate me into giving my family to him. Now, I have no choice but to be his slave for life. Yet, I love being a slave so I can feel my Master's massive cock in my hole. I continue to moan as Master Paul pounds my ass hard!" However, before Master Paul unloads in my hole, he pulls out and orders Adam to bend over, then pushes his stiff cock into my ex-husband. "Fuck Frank, this is just as tight." "Yeah, and it wasn't bred like the other one." "Still, Frank, it is a natural bottom boy." "That is why I am planning on getting the swim team enslaved. Alex thinks they are natural bottom and submissive boys as well." With my hands still on my ankles, I hear a car driving up to the house. A door opens, and I hear Master Alex yell out, "Rob, you made it." "You know I wouldn't miss your birthday celebration and get a slave to boot, who wouldn't." I hear them walking up. Master Paul says, "Hello, you're Rob, Alex's friend, right?" He holds out a hand while never stopping fucking Adam. Rob shakes Master Paul's hand. "Hope I am not interrupting," gesturing to the fucking going on. "No, not at all. Any friend of my nephew is a friend of mine. I am just inspecting these slaves for my brother. I am testing out their holes. My brother wants to know how much they are worth." Master smiles at Rob with a wicked grin. Rob said confidently with a smirk, "So what do you think? How would you assess their worth?" Master Paul replies, as he long fucks my ex, "Well, as a whole, the slave family is well worth keeping. But if they were to be sold at auction as a slave family group, they could sell for 10 million, I think. It is rare to find a complete slave family to own." Master Paul laughs, "Yet, I hear their owner doesn't want to sell them. He might be open to breeding them, though. Why don't you ask Alex if he would let you try one out." Rob then turns to Alex, "Hey man, would you mind if I had a go at one of your slaves?" Master Alex replies, "Not at all. Take your pick of one of the twin's slaves. The other one is Jason's slave.", pointing to my sons, Jimmy and Billy. "Thanks, man. I have been so horned up since you suggested I could claim Nicky as my slave. Dam! I need a hole to fuck!" Rob walks behind Billy and pushes him over like Adam and I are, forcing him to grab his ankles. With no regard for my son, he drives his cock deep into his hole! Billy yells out in initial pain and surprise. It is the first time his Master allows someone else besides Master Jason to fuck him. I look over at my son and see tears of pain and joy running down his face. I know he loves it, seeing the lust building on his face. Then Master Frank gets behind me and shoves his now hard cock in my hole. Like when his brother fucked me, I squeeze my hole to give him the pleasure he deserves! Master Alex gets behind Jimmy, and Master Jason gets behind Sparky. Now my whole family is getting fuck all at once. Rob turns to Master Paul while they both are fucking, "Holly Fuck! That much! Never even considered that slaves could be sold." "Yeah, I know of a few volunteer underground auction houses. They only take volunteer slaves in order to avoid trouble with the law. Some of my first slaves working my farm come from those auction houses. Then I found that there are a lot of gay, kinky boys on the internet who are willing to enslave themselves for free. So, I hear you are in the market for a slave of your own." "Yes, Sir, Alex has a boy lined up for me." "Right, the boy will be coming out to the farm today. I wish you good luck. Yet, if it is truly born to be a slave, then no luck is needed." "Thank you, Sir! I am looking forward to owning my first slave." "As you should, it's a rewarding experience to own a slave. What will your parents think of you owning a slave?" "I don't think they will care. My mom does whatever my Dad and I tell her to do. My Dad is the Alpha in their relationship. He is open-minded and accepts my being gay. They moved to our community because I am gay, and they wanted me to live as an openly gay guy. Besides, I think my Dad dominates my mother in the bedroom. Several times, I came home to catch her with a collar around her neck." "Good to hear your parent will be OK with you owning a slave. It sounds like your mother might be your Dad's submissive anyway." My whole family is now moaning loudly as we get fucked in the driveway. Looking from Adam to my sons, we are all enjoying this immensely! I then hear another car driving up to the house. Fucked! Is it Jamie and Nicky? Car doors open and close. Then, there are footsteps walking up to the house. Yet, I'm too distracted to look up. Master calls out, "Hey Jamie, it is good to see you again." All you can hear is fucking for a minute, then my friend says nervously, "Oh hi... sorry... we didn't text before we left." Clearly, he's nervous about seeing my family being fucked by our hot dominant Masters. Yet, they don't run back to their car. I wonder if Jamie likes what he's seeing? Master asks, "Would you two like to join in?" This time, Nicky speaks up, "Yeah, can we?" like a kid wanting to join his friend in a game! "Yes, boys, why don't you go ahead and strip." The next thing you hear is clothes quickly being removed. "Good boys. Now Jamie crawls under David and suck on his hard dick." Looking between Master's legs, I see him crawl between them. Before Jamie sucks my dick, he grins at me. I moan even louder when he puts his mouth around the head of my dick. OH SHIT! That feels so good! I haven't had my dick sucked since Adam sucked me two weeks ago. "Now! Nicky crawls under your friend Jimmy and give him some pleasure, too. Thirty seconds later, to hear Jimmy moan louder and sucking sounds coming from his direction. "Boy, it can piss now!" OH SHIT! I almost forgot about needing to go. Now that Master mentions it, I really need to piss. Yet, I don't want to piss in my friend's mouth! "Go on, my boy!" So, I have no choice. I look into Jamie's eyes and mouth wordlessly, `Sorry.' Then release the built-up piss! Shit, I see Jamie's face change from being surprised to determined. Fuck! he is swallowing all my piss. I figured he would back off, and I would end up pissing on his face. Yet, he is drinking it all down just like any good slave would. Maybe he would make a good slave after all? Our Masters fucked us for another 45 minutes before they dumping their loads down our holes. When they pull out, we stay bent over until our Masters release us. So, when they do, we fall on our hands and knees. Jamie is still sucking my cock. I so want to cum TOO! Yet, I know Master wouldn't be pleased if I cum without permission. I then fall to my side and have to wave Jamie off. I see Jimmy doing the same thing to Nicky. Then Rob grabbed Nicky and pulls his mouth to his cock. "Suck it, boy." I see no resistance from Nicky. I look up to see my Master looking at Jamie. Master sees the lust in Jamie's eyes while he watches his son sucking the other boy's cock clean! While Jamie is distracted, Master grabs him by his hair. Jamie looks up at Master's cock. Dam! He licks his lips before opening his mouth. Master pushes his cock into Jamie's mouth. I am amazed at how easily Master got Jamie to suck his cock. Not surprisingly, Master's cock never goes down after shooting in my hole. Now! Jamie is gagging on my owner's cock. I watch him deep-throat my friend. Both father and son are being used as a cumdump. I think that this is only the first step in their transition to becoming slaves, too. Rob shoots his load first. Then, about ten minutes later, Master dumps his load. When Jamie pulls off Master's cock, he looks up at Master with a smile while kneeling at his feet. I laugh. He will be kneeling at Master's feet a lot from now on! Master pats Jamie on his head and praises him, "Good boy. Did you like that?" "Yes, Sir," with a big grin on his face. "Alex, shows Rob and the new boy around the farm. I need to have a chat with boy Jamie." Master looks down at Jamie, "Come, boy, let's go inside." I am amazed by how Master can make subs do whatever he wants! Jamie looks back at his son as he follows Master to the house. "Don't worry, boy. My son and Rob will take good care of your son. Now come, we have much to discuss!" The next time Jamie sees his son, he will have a collar on, and Rob will be leading him around on a leash. As we walk onto the big wraparound porch, I watch Jamie's naked ass, remembering fucking that ass in the hotel room on an away swim meet. Jamie is such a bottom boy. He let Adam and I fuck him all night long. We fucked him in every position possible. Yet, after the swim meet, we acted as if nothing happened for the sake of our boys. Now, look at us. Adam and I are slaves, and Master is about to ask Jamie to join his harem. I look back to see Master Paul's house boy/slave pick up Jamie and Nicky's clothes. I assume they will not be seeing them this weekend. When we all enter the house, Master turns to me, "Boy, get my brother and me a beer." I run out of the living room but stop! I need to find the mansion's kitchen. It looks like an old plantation house from the Old South. The house boy greets me after he puts away the clothes he was carrying. "This way, slave." He turns down a hall in the middle of the house, beside a large double staircase leading to the upstairs. I watch his big round ass walk down the hall. He is about my dad's age. I wonder how long he has been Master Paul's slave. At the end of the hall is a massive kitchen. I was expecting an old-style kitchen, but this one is modern with all stainless steel appliances. The house slave opens the large built-in frig, grabs two beers, opens them, and hands them to me. They are two different brands of beers. I recognize the one in my right hand as the brand that my Master likes. "The one in its left hand is for my Master, and the one in its right is for your Master. Now run, slave, our Masters are waiting." He slaps my ass to get me running. I run down the hall and back into the living room. I reach out my right hand, handing my Master his beer and the other to his brother. Master orders, "Kneel" Master is relaxing on a leather-bound chair, stroking his half-hard cock. I see Adam kneeling on his right, so I kneel on his left. Master takes a big swig of his beer and sets it down. Then, with his left hand, Master rubs my head. Despite the coldness of just having the beer in his hand, the rubbing of my head causes a spark of warmth to flow through me. My mind gets a little foggy. I can still hear and understand what Master is saying, but I don't care about it unless Master needs me to do something. I just have a happy smile on my face. Jamie is kneeling in front of Master, and Master Paul is in another leather chair behind him. It is like Jamie is trapped between them, which he is in a real sense. My Master looks down at him, "Jamie, I know you have many questions, but first, why don't you crawl closer?" I can tell he's a little nervous but still crawls closer. "That's right, crawl even closer, boy!" I watch Jamie nervously crawl even closer until his face is only a couple of inches from my Master's cock and balls. "You like my balls, boy?" Jamie licks his lips, staring at Master's balls, "Yes, Sir." "What are you wanting, boy?" "To lick them, Sir" "What should you say, boy, to have the privilege of licking my balls?" "Please, Sir, may I lick your balls, Sir." "Good boy, yes, my boy may lick my balls." Jamie leans in and starts licking like he is starving. "OH boy, slow down. We have lots of time for my boy to worship me." "Yes, Sir, sorry." Jamie continues to lick but slower. "I like that boy. Make your Sir feel good." "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, boy. I know you have many questions about David and Adam's family, my boys, and me?" "Yes, Sir!" "You see, boy, there are two types of people in the world: leaders and followers. I, for example, am a leader. What do you think David and Adam are?" "Followers, Sir? "Yes, boy, they follow me in everything they do." "Everything!" with surprise in Jamie's voice. "Yes, boy, they are mine. I own them." "Own?" Now he's confused. "Yes, boy. They are mine. They have committed themselves to my service. They do anything I tell them to do. I see your dick is hard. Does that excite you?" "Maybe a little, Sir." Master takes his hand off my head, reaches down, and stokes Jamie's hard dick. "It excites my boy more than a little, am I right?" Jamie moans while saying, "Yes, Sir, it does." "You like the idea of me owning your friends, don't you, boy?" "Yes, Sir, it is so hot, Sir." "Yes, it is. Look up at my hard cock, boy. See how excited it makes my cock. You want my cock hard, don't you, boy?" "OH GOD, YES, SIR," Jamie moans. "Do you know what would make it even harder?" "What, Sir?" "If I owned another boy." "Who, Sir?" "Who do you think boy?" "Me, Sir?" "Yes, boy, YOU!" "Sir, you want to.... OWN ME!" "That's right. Would you like that, boy?" "I am not sure, Sir" "I think you are. Your dick tells me you want to be mine. Admit it! You like the idea of being my property." "Property?" "Yes, boy, when I own something, it becomes my property. You want to be my property, right boy?" Jamie is moaning even louder as Master strokes his cock and gets him to admit he wants to be Master's latest slave. "OH GOD, YES, SIR!" "Says it, boy, say you want to be my slave. My owned property!" Moaning loudly and bucking his dick in Master's hand, "YES, SIR, I WANT TO BE YOUR SLAVE SIR. I WANT TO BE YOUR PROPERTY, SIR" "Good slave," then Master releases his dick. "You will call me Master from now on. Am I clear, slave?" With some fear and excitement, Jamie says, "Yes, Sir.... I mean, yes, Master." "Good slave!" "Now suck your Master, slave." Jamie takes Master's cock in his mouth and sucks like he is starving! I know that feeling. When you first realize your place in the world, you only want to worship your Master. Master Paul gets behind Jamie, rubs his back, leans over, and kisses his back. He then calls out, "Lube." His house slave rushes over, and squirts lube in his Master's hand. I watch as Master Paul rubs his finger on Jamie's hole. Jamie lifts his ass so that Master Paul can get better access. "Does my slave like his hole played with?" Even with a mouth full of cock, Jamie tries to say, "Yes, Master," yet it comes out muffled. "Yes, I can see it is a slut for cock. It wanted my cock the first time it saw me at the restaurant yesterday, didn't it, slave?" Again, a muffled, "Yes, Master." But we all know what Master's new slave wanted. I saw it in Jamie's lust-filled eyes yesterday. "My slave came here so it could get a taste of my cock" Master grabs the slave's hair and pulls him off his cock. "Tell me, slave, why did it come to this farm?" With pure lust and submission on Jamie's face, he confesses, "Master. I came out here hoping to be able to suck or get fucked by you, Master." "As I thought, it will get lots of my COCK now that I OWN IT!" Master now with a dominant commanding voice, "IT WANTS MY COCK. IT WILL DO ANYTHING TO GIVE ME THE PLEASURE I DESERVE, RIGHT SLAVE!" Jamie, in desperation, yells out, "YES, MASTER, ANYTHING!" "GOOD SLAVE! BY THE END OF THIS WEEKEND, IT WILL SIGN MY SLAVERY CONTRACT AND MORE! IS THAT WHAT IT WANTS?" Even more desperate, Jamie screams, "YES, MASTER IT WANTS TO BE YOUR SLAVE, MASTER!" "Turn around, slave. Show me that hole I now own!" Master Paul has now prepared Jamie's hole. Almost all of Master Paul's fist was in Jamie's hole. When he turns around, I can see his hole open wide, which is good. The first time I took Master's cock felt like a beer can was shoved up my hole. "Now lower its hole onto my cock. Give your hole to me, slave." I watch as Jamie lowers himself onto Master's massive cock. I can see the pain in Jamie's face as his hole widens further than I can imagine it has ever been. Yet, Jamie doesn't stop. He slowly takes the pain to please his Master. It's a sign he wants to be my Master's slave. Vanilla bottoms would stop and pull up, then back down to get used to the cock. It is a way to keep control of the fucking. But we slaves are so desperate to please our Masters that we will take the pain! Yes, Jamie is born to be enslaved. His son most likely is the same way! POV Nicky I look at Dad, and our eyes meet. He just nods when the Dom, called Frank, says I will be OK, then follows him into the house. So I have no choice but to follow Rob, the wrestling team captain, and his friend Alex, the hot neighbor of my best friend, Jimmy. I can't believe I'm naked, walking on a stranger's farm. I am so nervous. I have never been naked outside like this, in broad daylight! I have been at swim meets with just a speedo, but this is different. What are these guys going to do with me? What is around Jimmy and Billy's necks? I was so overwhelmed when I saw Jimmy's whole family being fucked. I mean, it was the hottest thing I have ever seen! So when the older man ordered me to suck Jimmy, I couldn't help myself. It's not like I haven't sucked Jimmy before. As we walk to a barn, I watch naked my friends Jimmy, Billy, and Mikey follow these hot twins like they are puppies following their Master. Yet, it is so hot to watch! All three naked boys have metal rings around their necks. It reminds me of when Jimmy put a dog collar around my neck and made me his bitch for the weekend. Every time I jerk off at night, I think of that weekend. Now my dick is sticking up as I walk outside in the open air. The warm wind makes me even more excited. When we enter the barn, it is like no barn I have ever seen. I see cages on two levels stacked on top of each other along one wall. There must be like 50 cages total. It reminds me of a dog kennel. Then I spot something in a few cages, but it is hard to see what it is. I assume it is a dog. Then, turn to see chains hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the barn with metal rings attached. Besides, the hanging rings are a few crosses with more rings attached to the four furthest points of the cross. Beyond the crosses are rows of benches that I have never seen before. There are pad platforms connected to each side of the benches. On the far wall are whips, crops, and even paddles I have seen in porn movies online. I can imagine whips and crops on a farm, but why would you need paddles? Who is going to be punished with those? I'm too afraid to ask. When I turn back to the hot twins and their friend, Rob, one of the twins yells out, "KNEEL!" I am not sure if he is talking to me or my naked friends Jimmy and Billy. They both fall to their knees like the obedient slaves I have seen in those porn flicks. Not looking up at me, Jimmy pulls on my wrist. I understand the meaning now! The twin is also talking to me. So I, too, fall to my knees on the dirt floor. Jimmy whispers, "Hands behind your back." Jimmy has his hands behind his back with his head down. Intuitively, I do as Jimmy orders. I am kind use to following Jimmy's orders after the weekend he made me his bitch. Since then, he has bossed me around, and I kind of like it. I am kneeling in front of Rob. Fuck he's so hot with just shorts and sandals on. He has a perfect body. I look up at his body, admiring his muscular legs, the massive mound in his shorts, a ripped 6-pack I can only dream of, an enormous chest and shoulders, and then equally strong arms. He is like a God. I lick my lips, seeing a muscle God this close-up for the first time. I look over at the twins, and they are perfect, too. Yet, there is something about Rob that I like more. The way he smiles down at me. It's like he wants me just as much as I want him! All three muscles GODs step forward. The twins' de facto leader says, "Open." I think he is Alex. Jimmy and Billy seem to be transfixed by the leader. I open my mouth automatically while Rob smiles down at me, pushing the head of his cock into my mouth. He orders, "Suck boy!" I start sucking and licking my tongue around the head, then pressing hard on the underside as I push more of it into my mouth. I have had some practice with Jimmy, but Rob is much larger. Like I did with Jimmy, I try to push the cock into my throat. Yet, each time, I gag on it and try to pull back. But Rob holds my head so his cock can't escape my mouth. So, I try to push down again. This time, it pops in. I am happy to get it in my throat. Now that it's in, Rob forces his cock down to open me up fully. I gag some, but less than before. Rob pulls out, allowing my throat a break, then pushes his cock back in again! Each time, he goes deeper and deeper. I'm glad he is not just raping my throat. Soon the cock is buried deep in as it can go! Fuck! I'm so proud to have taken the monster cock. Rob holds my head, and thankfully, my throat starts to relax. When I feel like I am about to pass out, Rob pulls out enough to allow me to breathe around but still keep his cock in my mouth. His cock never leaves my mouth as he starts to fuck my throat with long deep strokes. Every so often, he allows me to breathe. I hear sucking going on next to me and assume Jimmy or Billy is sucking Alex, and Mickey is sucking on Jason's cock. "Fuck Alex, you were right. He's a natural sub. It took no time to train him to suck me good! Each of my boyfriends took weeks, and this sub took it in minutes! Shit, I want him so bad, MAN!" I smile, this stud muscle GOD wants me, a skinny boy! Fuck what luck! I wonder if he wants me to be his boyfriend. I am not sure what he means by me being a sub. Rob then says, "Shit Alex, I need to fuck its other hole." Alex suggests, "Take it to the bench over there. It is perfect for fucking a bitch!" What does he mean by bitch? But before I could think about it, Rob picks me up and carries me to a bench. He throws me on the bench face down. Fuck that is rough! I look back, and Rob is using a dispenser to squeeze something in his hand, then puts his hand behind me and rubs the gel on my hole. WOW! That feels good. Then he pushes a finger into me. I watch him as he prepares my hole for what I assume is for him to fuck me. Rob smiles at me, and I smile back. This seems to give him the right to fuck me, which I really do want! I remember Jimmy fucking me, and it was amazing! Rob slowly opens me up, one finger at a time. When he feels I am open enough, he lines up his cock to my hole. "Boy, do you want this cock?" "Yes, Sir, Please fuck me, Sir." "That is Master to you, boy." Without much thought, I reply, "Please, Master fuck me." I am now so desperate to get fuck again, especially by this dominant muscle GOD! "Good bitch! After I fuck its hole, I own you, boy." "You still want my cock, boy?" "Yes Master, Please...." "As you wish, SLAVE!" SLAVE? But before I can ask what he means, he pushes his cock into my hole. I moan out at the sudden pain of opening me up even more. "Fuck, slave, it has a tight hole for its Master." Rob starts to push slowly in and out. I moan, loving the massive cock filling in my hole. Now, I don't care that he called me his `slave'. I will do anything to have him fuck me deeper. So I beg, "Please, Master, fuck me deeper, Master!" "Good slave. I like that it begs for my cock." Rob pushes in deeper and deeper. "Yes! Fuck me deeper. I love you, Master!" "Fuck yeah! A slave should love his Master!" "I do, Master, Please harder! OH GOD YES! Deeper, please... Master!" Rob fucks me hard and deep. He goes in and backs out with long, deep strokes. With each stroke, Rob slammed me hard, forcing my trapped hard dick to press into the padding of the bench. Rob yells out, "FUCK YEAH, SLAVE! I OWN THIS HOLE! IT IS MINE NOW!" All I want is to make Rob happy, so I yell, "YES, MASTER, IT IS YOUR HOLE!" Rob slams deep into me, even louder, "DAM RIGHT IT IS, SLAVE! WHO OWNS YOU, SLAVE?" "YOU OWN ME, MASTER!" Another hard, deep slam into my hole! "THAT IS DAM STRAIGHT, SLAVE! YOU HAVE GIVEN YOURSELF TO ME, SLAVE! I NOW OWN EVERY INCH OF THAT SLIM SEXY BODY! ALL OF YOU IS NOW MINE! SLAVE. TO DO AS I PLEASE!" "OH FUCK! GOD YES, MASTER! ALL OF ME IS YOURS!" Another deep hard fuck, pushing the bench forward at the same time. "IT IS MY PROPERTY NOW, SLAVE! WHAT ARE YOU, SLAVE?" "I AM YOUR PROPERTY, MASTER!" With that, Master pushes hard one last time, releasing shot after shot of his precious seed deep into my hole. Holly shit! That was the best fuck of my life! Master leans over my back, breathing in my ear. His hard cock is still deep in my hole. I breathe in and out as I come down from the high of the best fuck of my life. "So, slave, do you like your Master's cock now?" "Yes, Sir. Oh my God, that was the best fuck of my life. Thank you, Sir." "It's welcome, slave. Would it like to be fucked by its Master again?" "Yes, Sir, would love to be fucked again." "Good. I was serious about owning you, slave." "Ahh... you were Sir?" "Yes, Slave. I have now claimed that hole. It is now mine. Don't you agree?" Rob's still-hard cock pumps in and out a few times to emphasize that his cock is still in control of my hole. I moan, loving how full it feels inside me. "Yes, Master!" "So, who owns you?" "You do, Master!" "Yes, slave, I do. Only I can fuck this hole from now on. Is that understood, slave?" Master pumps my hole again to indicate he owns my hole. "Yes, Master, understood!" "Now, my slave, I am going to collar it. It will wear my collar, which shows everyone that I own it. It will wear my collar with pride. It can never remove it. Only its Master can remove a slave collar. Does it want to wear my slave collar?" Holly shit. Rob wants me to wear a collar! I loved wearing Jimmy's collar the weekend I was his bitch. Now Rob wants me to wear his collar all the time! I am still so horny that my dick is leaking as it's pressed under Master's weight. Do I ready want to be Rob's slave? I think if it means he will fuck me again, then HELL YES! Yet, I have so many questions too! "Master, what does it mean to wear your collar?" "Slave, it means I own you! It is my slave, my property. It will do whatever I say. It cannot question me ever! Slave will be mine for however, I like. It will be my sex slave, work slave, or whatever else I want it to be." Master now slowly fucks me in and out. Shit! he has not even gone down after shooting in my hole! "What about when we are at school or swim meets?" "It will always be my slave no matter where it is at, whether we are together or not. Plus, since most of my wrestling team meets and its swim team meets are with the same rival school, we share the same bus and hotel. So, I think it will be staying with me in my hotel room. Also, I like my slave to be naked whenever it can. So, when it is home, at my house, or in our hotel room, it will always be naked. Is that understood, slave?" "Understood, Master, but I don't think my dad would allow me to be naked at home." "Don't worry about its Dad. Master Frank will take care of its Dad." "What do you mean, Master?" "Let's just say I think your Dad is much like you!" "OH!" "It's `Oh Master,' say it right, slave! " "Oh, Master!" "Better slave. When we are alone or with others who know its a slave, it will give me the respect I deserve. That means it will call me `Master'. When we are with others not in the know, it will call me `SIR.' Does it understand, slave?" "Yes, Master." "Good! Now, I am going to collar my slave. When I get up, it will kneel at my feet and thank me for receiving my collar." Master gets up, pushing on my back to get up. He pulls out of me, and I feel wet cum rolling down my leg. So, I slowly get up. Master Rob yells at me, "HURRY UP, SLAVE!" I jump at Master's demands, rushing to kneel before him. "Better, SLAVE!" Master pulls a leather strap from his back pocket and holds it before me. "Slave, this is its Master's collar. Accepting my collar means I own it. It is my slave and must obey me no matter what, whether we are together or not. From this day forward, it has no right to say no or disagree with its Master. Is this understood?" "Yes, Master." "Now crawl forward and press its neck into my collar." Nervously, I crawl towards Rob, my Master. Like I did when this all started, I have my hands behind my back as I bend over and place my neck in the opening of the leather collar. Master closes the collar around my neck and pulls a lock from his other pocket. He locks the collar and removes the key. Master steps back and smiles down at me. He rubs my head, and I look up at my Master, the muscle GOD I want to worship. "Excellent slave. It looks good wearing my collar. Now clean my cock." Master's cock is still hard. Does it ever go down? I crawl even closer, opening my mouth as I take it in. I suck it clean, loving that I can worship my Master's cock. Holly shit! I have a Master NOW! I'm a slave owned by Master Rob. When Master feels his cock is clean, he clips a leash to my collar. Master pulls me to my feet. "Follow your Master, slave." Master then walks over to hot twins Alex and Jason. Alex praises my Master: "Congratulations, Rob! You now have your first slave. It is a real prize. It feels great, doesn't it?" "HELL, YES! It's such a rush! Fuck! My cock will not go down! I have never been this hard in my life. It's not just wanting to fuck my bitch but knowing I have the power to do it any time I like. The power to order it to do whatever I want it to do! Fuck! What a power rush!" "I understand completely, Rob. Owning these two slaves is like no other rush I have ever felt. It is even better than winning my wrestling or kickboxing matches. There is nothing that compares to owning another person!" WOW! My Master is getting high just from owning me! I look down at his hard cock, knowing the reason it is hard is because of me! I smile, liking that Master gets pleasure from owning me. I now understand why Jimmy, Billy, and Mikey submitted to Alex and Jason. "Now, you need to write up a `Slavery Contract'. Dad can help you with that." "A `Slavery Contract'?" "Yes, it is a contractual document that details how your slave should perform and obey your commands. It will leave no doubt about what its life will be like as your slave. By both of you signing the contract, you and it know what's expected from each other! It leaves no secrets or misunderstanding of what Nicky's enslavement is all about." "Cool, Alex, I will ask your Dad to help me with the contract?" Rob is going to have me sign a `Slavery Contract.' I wonder what it will say? It's not lost on me that they didn't ask me what I would want in the contract. I wonder how much of my life will change now that I am a slave. Alex pats Rob on the back, "Now, let's finish that tour my Dad sent us on." Master Alex, as I should now think of him as, grabs two more leashes and clips them to Jimmy and Billy. Master Jason clips a leash to Mikey. At this time, I don't know about Master Jason renamed Mikey to `Sparky'. Master Alex leads the way. Once again, I am walking outside with a collar and being pulled by a leash. As we walk around the farm, I see other slaves working in the fields, used to pull wagons and other equipment around the farm. Master Alex explains to my Master what the farm is about and how his Dad, brother, and he enslaved my best friend's family. I learned this is a fruit farm. It uses all volunteer slaves to pick and harvest the fruit. The owner of the farm is Master Frank's brother. Master Frank is the owner of all of my friend's family members. He has given my best friends to his sons, Master Alex and Master Jason. I had no idea they were in so much financial trouble that they gave up their freedom to put my friends through college. My friend's enslavement is much more extreme than my own. I could walk away if I choose to. It sounds like it would be impossible for my friends to walk away from their enslavement. Especially with the shock collars around their necks. It excites me to think how much of a real power trip their Masters are feeling to truly own my friend's family. The story of their enslavement is amazing! Master Frank left nothing to chance. They are truly slaves with no way to escape! I wonder if I could go that far. Would Master Rob ever put me in a collar as my friends wear? Fuck why is my dick getting hard thinking about being in a no-escape enslavement `Slavery Contract'? We end our tour at the main house again. We walk through the enormous house's back door. I'm shocked at what I see when we enter the living room! My dad has a steel collar around his neck. It looks like Jimmy and Billy's collars. It's a thin, round, circular bar. After hearing what Master Alex said about the collars, I know my Dad has been truly enslaved. He is kneeling in front of Master Frank with several papers in front of him. He looks up at me as he finishes signing the last document. "Dad, what have you done!" Master quickly pulls me to him and slaps my face. "Shut up, slave. That is no way to talk as my slave!" I rub my face, shocked that Master hit me! "Thank you, Rob, for correcting your slave!" My Dad looks at me with shock on his face, too. He is about to say something but is stopped as I see his eye pop open and then yell out in pain, grabbing his neck. Master Frank yells, "Slaves don't talk with our permission. Is that clear, slave?" My dad looks down and replies, "Sorry, Master, it is clear, Master!" "Good slave. As it can see, Master Rob has enslaved your son. I approve of your son's enslavement to Master Rob. My slave will accept this and encourage his son's enslavement. Do I make myself clear, slave?" "Yes, Master, it understands. My son is now Master Rob's slave. I accept his enslavement. Master Rob, congratulations on enslaving my son." I see a tear running down my father's face. Was he sorry for me, or was it from being shocked by the collar? Master Rob smiles, "Why thank you, slave. I will enjoy your son very much. Yet, it knows it has no say in what I do to your son because I own him." Dad looks at his Master, "Go ahead, reply to Master Rob." With a trembling voice, my Dad says, "Yes, Sir, Master Rob. I have no say in what you do with my son!" Master Rob says, "Excellent. BTW, my slave will be naked at home all the time. Is that ok with its Dad?" I see Master is testing his control over me. Dad replies, "Master Rob, I have no say in how my son should be dressed from now on. So please dress my son however his Master wants." Master Rob laughs, "Good answer, slave. Also, I want keys and alarm codes to my slave's house. I want full access to my slave day or night." Dad is about to cry or yell, but instead, he says, "Of course, Master Rob. This slave will make a copy key for my former house and give you the alarm codes." "Good. Also, remove the doors from my slave's bedroom and bathrooms. My slave does not need any privacy. A slave should not be able to hide from its Master." Holly fuck! My dad just gave my Master full access to my house. He can come over any time he likes! I imagine Master walking into my home in the middle of the night, ripping the bed covers off me, climbing on top of me, and then fucks me hard! He can be as loud as he likes, and my dad can do nothing about it. That thought both scares and excites me at the same time! My slavery just got real! I won't even have my bedroom as a private space anymore. Master has ordered my Dad to remove my bedroom and bathroom door. Master Frank laughs, "Excellent, Rob. I am impressed with how you took control of your slave's home life. Of course, my slave will do as you order. In fact, since you will most likely be around my slave more than me, I think you would make a good overseer for my slave. Are you willing to oversee my slave in my absence?" Master Rob excitedly replies, "Of course, Sir, it is the least I can do after you helped me claim my first slave. I owe you, Sir." Master Franks says, "You owe me nothing, Rob. It is my pleasure to help out a fellow Master claim his first slave. All Masters should have the opportunity to have slaves of their own. With this slave's help", patting my dad on the back, "We will make our community into a Master/slave friendly community." "WOW, Sir, that would be awesome! Hey, Sir, Alex said you could help me with a slavery contract." "Of course, I can help you. Do you have a tablet or laptop with you? "Yes, Sir, I have a tablet in my car. Good, go get it. In the meantime, Alex, would you run these two slaves to the barn and lock them in a cage together? I am sure they have a lot to talk about." Master Alex says, "Of course, Dad. Come slaves, follow me." Alex clips a leash on my Dad's collar, and my Master hands Master Alex my leash. We, as father and son and now slaves, are being walked to a barn designed to house slaves like us. I feel humiliated walking with my dad on a leash. My dad has never seen me so submissive in my life. He never found out about Jimmy and my experimentations in submission. Plus, I never knew he was so submissive, either. I'm unsure how to talk to my Dad about all this. It is not something a teenage boy talks about with his father. Yet, here we are, about to be put into a cage together. When we reach a cage, Master Alex opens it and orders us to get in. It's at this point I realize I'm going to have to touch my father's naked body, and he will be touching mine. Master Alex yells, "GET IN THE CAGE, SLAVES!" then slaps both of our asses. We get the point and climb into the cage. We decide to face each other so we can talk and look into each other's eyes. Except our hard dicks are now touching each other. My face goes red. FUCK! I have never thought I would ever touch my dad's dick, and now look at us. Our hard dicks are pressed against each other, and we have no choice but to accept it! Master Alex laughs, "Have a good chat, slaves. I see you both are excited about becoming slaves. That will help in your new life. Your dicks know what you want. It never lies!" Master Alex then closes the cage door, which locks automatically with a click. I am now trapped naked with my dad. I have never been this intimate with my dad. OH GOD! I try to will my dick to go down, but it will not obey! Being caged doesn't help either. It has been a fantasy for years to be locked in a cage. Now I know what these cages are for. They are for the many slaves working this farm. I wonder what it would be like to be a hard manual slave under the whip of a Master. Shit! What the hell am I thinking? Why would I want to be a manual slave? Yet. my dick only grows harder at the thought. Would someday Master Rob sell me to Master Paul? Being that controlled gets me so goddam horny! Dad breaks my fantasy by saying, "Sorry, son. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you here." "It's OK, Dad. This is what I want." "Did Master Rob force you to wear his collar?" "No, Dad, it's my choice. I could've run out of the barn at any time." It's true. I was never forced to submit. "Dad, I knelt at Master Rob's feet and put my neck into his collar." "But, son, do you actually know what this all means? You are giving up your freedom!" "Yes, Dad, Master Rob explained it to me. He owns me, Dad. I am his slave, his property. I have to obey him without question anywhere I am. It doesn't matter whether I am with him or not." "But son, you will be giving up so much. You will not be able to go on dates. Find a boyfriend. Find love!" "Dad, none of that matters. This is what I have always dreamed about. I never dreamed of dating a guy. As for love, I know I will fall in love with Master Rob. Dad, it happens all the time with arranged marriages. What's the difference? They want a husband, and I want a Master. It's the same thing, right?" "Well, when you put it that way, I guess you are right." "Besides, I will be with you. We will be slaves together. Dad, why did you do this?" "Son, I have been a submissive all my life. I have just been hiding it from you, from the community, and in some way from myself. Being on the city council means you can't appear weak or will be crushed. So I had to play the part. Yet, seeing my friend dating our hot neighbor yesterday, I couldn't stop thinking about what was happening with my friend." "Jimmy's dad, which one?" "David. I watched their date. To me, I could tell it wasn't a normal date. At some point, Master Frank dropped a knife, and the waiter lifted the tablecloth. David had his plants down and his dick out! This is not what normal dating couples do. Then, all the other little things indicated David was submissive to Master Frank. Then, on the phone, when he called, he said Adam knew about the date. So I suspected Adam was a sub, too. So I had to know! Son, I am so sorry, but I needed to know! It was all I could think about. I imagined Master Frank making me his sub, too. I shouldn't have brought you with me." "Dad, it's OK. I'm happy you brought me. I have what I always dreamed of. Dad, you didn't know that Jimmy made me his bitch while you were out of town for one of your weekend trips. Jimmy put a collar on me and used me as his bitch all weekend. That is how I learned I love to get fucked! Even since that weekend, I have dreamed of finding a Master. Yet, I was too afraid of what you would think of me. I know now it was stupid.", laughing at the thought now that we are both slaves. "Son, I am so sorry you had to hide your true self from me. This is all my fault! You could have found a boyfriend who just dominated you in bed and not have to become a slave!" "Dad, you still don't understand. I never wanted a boyfriend. My dream has been to find a Dom or Master to dominate me 24/7. Now, I have finally found that in Master Rob. I am happy now, Dad. Strangely, I feel complete! Something has been missing all my life, and I couldn't put a finger on it until now. I need a Master to feel complete, to feel needed, and to give my Master the pleasure he deserves!" "Son, I understand what you mean. I feel complete, too. I guess we are the same, son!" I kiss and hug my dad. I feel closer to my Dad now than I have ever had. And it is not just because we are naked and locked in a cage. We have finally opened up to each other. It took becoming enslaved to bring us closer than we have in our lives!" "Dad, I love you!" "I love you too, son." We held each other for about two hours before Master Rob came to collect us. The master opened the door of our cage. "Slaves, out!" We crawl out of the cage and kneel in front of Master Rob. Master Frank and Master Paul are with him. My Master throws some papers in front of me. I look down to see the title on one page, which says "Slavery Contract". Others say "Power of Attorney" and "Advance Directive". The last two are post-dated for my 18th birthday. Then, he throws a metal collar next to the contract and other documents. Master bends down and removes the leather collar. Dam, I already miss the feeling of the collar around my neck. I wonder what the metal collar will feel like. "Slave, read the `Slavery Contract' and sign it or leave now. This is your last chance to back out from becoming my slave. If you sign the contract and other documents, then pick up the collar and lock it around your neck, you will be mine for however long I like!" I pick up the contract. It is everything that Master told me my life would be like as his slave and more. I am to obey him without question. He has free use of my body to use for sex or any work he wants me to do. I will be naked at home and Master's house. The one thing that surpriss me is that Master Frank will pay for my college education. However, in exchange, I must wear the metal collar as insurance on his investment. I'm to work for him after I get my degree until my debt is paid off with interest. While paying off my debt, I will remain Master Rob's slave. I know what the collar is capable of doing. It will make me a real slave. I will not be able to quit being a slave until Master Rob and Master Frank release me. For at least the next ten years or more, I will be a slave. I look over at my Dad kneeling. He smiles at me and nods. I smile back. He has accepted that I want to be a slave like he is. So I pick up the pen, sign, and date the `Slavery Contract', plus the other two documents. Next, I pick up the collar. It is lighter than I expected. It is already open. I place it around my neck with trembling hands. I feel the cold metal touch my skin as I close it and hear a lock click. That's it! I am now a real slave, just like my father! Tears fall down my face. It isn't tears of regret but tears of joy! I smile up at Master Rob, looking him in the face. "Thank you, Master, for claiming me as your slave." "It is welcome, slave. I will enjoy its service to me." Master rubs my head and smiles down at me, wiping my tears of joy from my face. He then picks me up and hugs me! It feels so good to be hugged by my Master. After the hug, he looks me in the face and says, "Slave, I will take good care of it. It is now my property, and I take good care of the things I own." "Thank you so much, Master! I love you, Master." "Good, slaves should love their Master. Understand, slave, I love it too, but as my property, I love my car. Don't think we are boyfriends or lovers. I can date anyone I like. Any lovers I bring home it will serve him just as it would serve me! Does it understand, slave?" I didn't think that Master would have others as his lovers. Yet, it makes sense. I don't want Master as my boyfriend. In my mind boyfriends are equals. But Master and slaves are not. I just never thought Master would want both a slave and a boyfriend. I must get used to the fact that Master may date guys and become their lovers. I just hope they are just as dominant as Master. Looking into my Master's eyes, I say, "Yes, Master, your slave understands. I'm not your boyfriend. I'm your slave. I never wanted a boyfriend, Master." "Good slave, then it will never get jealous of my boyfriends, right?" "Yes, Master, I will not be jealous of my Master's boyfriends. I will serve them as I would serve my Master." Master smiles at me, "Excellent slave! Now kneel again. I have some orders for my slave." I kneel again next to my dad and look up at my Master, the man I want to worship! FUCK, he is so hot. It's not just his body, which is fantastic, but his confidence and assurance that he has the right to order me around. He knows what he wants and takes it just as he took me! I admire him so much! "Slave, when it gets home on Monday, it will get rid of its possessions. Everything that it once owned is now mine! I don't want any of its stuff. Throw it all away or give it to charity. Bag up all its clothes and set the bags out back. I will go through what I want it to keep, and the rest will be buried. Strip its bed and burn the sheets and bedding. It will now sleep naked on a mattress for now. Get rid of the bed frame. Leave its desk and one chair to do its schoolwork. Remove the door to its bedroom. Later, it will be replaced with something more secure. It will eat only healthy canned stews like vegetables, chicken, and turkey. It will be naked in its house and its backyard. It will swim every day and stay on the swim team. It will encourage others on the swim team to submit to my wrestling team." "Yes, Master, I understand and will do as Master orders." "Good slave. Later, Master Frank will have his other slaves secure the house so it is turned into a proper 'Slave Quarter. ' Master Frank will also take ownership of the house. So he can do what he likes to the house, including making it the `Slave Quarters' for his and my slaves!". I wonder what Master means by proper 'Slave Quarters.' "Now slaves come. We have a birthday celebration to attend." Master clips a leash to my collar, and Master Frank does the same to my dad. We are pulled out of the barn.

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Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:55:40 From: john smith Subject: WHAT GOES AROUND CUMS AROUND 1 WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Ostrich78@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. It in no way encourages or approves of the abuse of minors which is abhorrent. The author resides in San Diego and would be interested in meeting 18-25 year olds who like the story. PART 1 I was pleased when I saw the source of my e mail: it was from my 20 year old "nephew". Well, he isn't actually a nephew but that is the sort of relationship I had with Eric. Eric grew up next door to me. His parents split up when he was 12, which was just as well given their general neglect of him. He stayed in the house with mom until age 15 when she remarried a guy who was a real prick and would not allow Eric to live there anymore. The dad was who knows where, and there was no family, so mom asked me to take him in. I did so with the caveat that I was raising Eric. Mom could have visitation, but only scheduled. Eric would need to accept me as the authority in his life. As it turned out, mom never visited much anyway. This arrangement generally went quite well. He was a nice kid; athletic; and a solid B student when encouraged. Even at 15 he was quite a sight: 5-6; 140; beautiful blond hair in a skater cut and fair unblemished skin. By 18 he was a God: 6-2, 185, rock solid, blond hair, smooth body, pretty much perfect by an measure. Our relationship started out as a father-son relationship should be. He liked being the center of attention at my house since I retired early. He also blossomed around being in a structured home for the first time in his life. He had a bedtime; we ate meals together; there were basic rules about curfew and respect; and he was expected to maintain a B average. In exchange for this, he received privileges commensurate with his performance. However, it was my rule that if he committed a premeditated action that he knew to be wrong and got caught, that corporal punishment would be delivered immediately and on the spot. He only got CP about 3 to 6 times a year: he was a great kid. When needed, he got the paddle, and in his senior year he graduated to the strap. A couple of times though, his immediate need for CP occurred with other teens in the house. I would take him to his room, but they would hear it. Another graduation occurred in his senior year: it became increasingly apparent to Eric (though I had known for years) that he was gay. One thing led to another and he was mentored into his sexual development in a way that would not be expected of fathers and sons. So, I would hear from Eric from time to time. He attends college in San Francisco and comes back to town on vacation. He found himself sexually; has clear career goals; and is doing well. Unbeknownst to me however, he harbored a deep grudge regarding the CP he got as a kid. This e mail was my first hint of it. The e mail read as follows: I will be coming down for Spring Break and plan to stay with you. We have a lot of catching up to do. You need to know that I am now grown and while grateful to you for the help and guidance you provided, resent both your use of the strap and your taking sexual advantage of me. I will see you on Friday night at 6 when you pick me up at the Southwest Terminal Baggage claim. I responded that by all means we should talk about this as I don't want anything to come between us. On Friday at 6, I met him at the curb. He had his backpack in which contained his clothes for the week, as well as a small suitcase he had checked. I embraced him and noticed he was a little stiff: not really returning the embrace. We drove the 15 minutes to my house engaged in small talk about college and his plans for the future. He was majoring in business and planned a career in sales after graduation next year. I thought to myself: with his looks and social skills, he will be very good at it. Upon entering the house, he handed me his luggage and told me (did not ask me) to put it in my room. I figured this meant an intimate week and therefore did not really notice the edge in his voice or the hard look. I happily carried these things up the stairs with Eric trailing along behind me. I set down the cases and then received another command: "sit down there" as he pointed to one of the padded chairs in the anteroom of my bedchamber. I raised an eyebrow and did so. Then he shocked me with the following pronouncement: "When I was young and dependant, you did a great deal for me. I probably would not be where I am today without you. For that, I love and appreciate you. However, your beating me as a teen, especially when my friends were in the other room was not called for. Also, you were exploitative toward me. I now intend to reverse the tables with you. This week, and in the future when I so choose, you will be my boy. You will live by my rules and do as I say or be punished". I was initially speechless. I mean on the one hand it was all very stirring: living under the dominion of this 20 year old Nordic God. But on the other hand, I am the adult and had no intention of living under the rule of a kid. In so many words, I told him this. He then entered into phase 2 of his pronouncement: "I have been doing some research. It seems there is no statute of limitations on child abuse. I was a child when you mistreated me. Do you know what they do to child abusers in jail?" I replied that "Yes, I am well aware of what happens, but surely you can't be serious". He then stared at me coldly for a full minute and said one word: "STRIP". It was clear that I had no choice in the matter, and I was strangely aroused by his authoritative manner. With trembling hands I did as I was told down to my boxers. Then he nodded and I slipped them off too. I have always been proud of my cock: while not as big as Eric's, it is 8 inches, thick and cut. I stood up straight, aware that I had nothing to be embarrassed by. The next order surprised me: "unpack and neatly put away all of the clothes from my back pack". I shrugged my shoulders and spent the next 10 minutes making a drawer for him and hanging his clothes. Then he pointed to the small suitcase and said "Open it boy". My stomach sunk as I heard him call me boy, but I complied, expecting to unpack more clothing. Was I ever wrong. He had a mobile adult toy store in there. There were 4 different kinds of paddles that I recognized, including a heavy maple fraternity paddle and a jokari paddle. There were several leather straps, and a quirt as well as leather restraint cuffs. There were probably other things, but I didn't get to explore. As my pupils dilated and my mouth grew dry, he was already off to the next command: "Go to the garage workshop and bring back a sawhorse and duct tape". I reached for my pants because the garage is 20 feet from the side door of the house. While it was almost dusk, anyone walking by could see me. He stopped me right in my tracks by roaring at me "DID I FUCKING TELL YOU TO PUT YOUR PANTS ON? NO I DID NOT. THAT IS GOING TO COST YOU. NOW GET YOUR ASS OUT AND BRING WHAT I HAVE REQUESTED". My knees felt loose and I rushed to comply with his command, returning with the saw horse and duct tape within 2 minutes. "What took you so long boy?" he asked. I thought I had been quite prompt but said "I had to look around for the duct tape Eric". He then looked even more enraged "What did you call me? My name is sir. You will call me sir from this point forward in public and private unless I instruct otherwise". "Yes Sir" I replied, feeling the power of this young man over me. "Now boy, go get a pillow and duct tape it over the top of the sawhorse". I did so, getting the idea of what was coming. "Now boy go stand in front of the sawhorse with your legs spread wide so your ankles touch the legs". As soon as I complied, he bound my lets to the saw horse legs with the tape. "Bend over and touch the ground Boy" was the next command. I did so, noticing that this left me in the most undignified position with ass turned somewhat up, legs spread wide,asshole exposed and balls swinging in the breeze. He then secured my hands to the sawhorse. I pulled against the bonds and knew I was going nowhere. However, it was not an uncomfortable position with the pillow on top of the saw horse. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw him get three paddles: the fraternity paddle, the Jokari paddle, and another that I later learned was called a stinger. He began with the fraternity paddle. "To begin, you need to learn who the boss is here. I am going to help you do that. After each blow, you will thank me with the words "thank you SIR". You will receive 20 blows with the fraternity paddle at 30 second intervals so you fully feel each blow. Any questions?" I knew better than to ask and simply replied as expected "No Sir". He pulled back and gave a moderately hard blow to both cheeks "thank you Sir" I shouted. Then just as the burn was starting to fade, a slightly harder blow landed I exhaled sharply and said "Thank you Sir". This went on at 30 second intervals until by the tenth blow I lost my dignity (assuming I had any bent over a sawhorse getting beaten by a guy half my age) and began to plead. "Please Sir, I promise I will obey you and address you properly. You are now the boss and I will follow your instructions... `Oh FUCK...thank you sir'...Please...this really hurts...". He didn't even respond to my pleas. In a mechanical fashion, he finished out the twenty blows, totally ignoring the pitiful pleas for it to stop. As I was begging for mercy, I couldn't help but think of how he did the same thing when I used to paddle him. "OK boy, now here is the test: tell me what you will always call me, who is the boss, and what you will never call me". I replied quickly to the first 2 questions : "I will call you sir and your are the boss", but I blanked on the third. He then said "you will not call me Eric...E (smack)...R (smack)...I (smack)...C (smack). I replied "Yes sir". At that point he left me lying there across the saw horse and went downstairs. Some period of time passed, and he returned holding a beer from the fridge "Tomorrow you will stock the fridge with Heiniken: this Corona is piss water". "Yes Sir" I replied. "Now boy, it is time for your second lesson" he said. Then, he went over and pulled out the "stinger" paddle. He went on to explain "you were slow to obey my order to get the sawhorse and duct tape, and you disobeyed me by reaching for your pants prior to going to the garage. I expect precise and timely execution of my orders". I soon discovered why they call if a stinger: "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" came 4 blows separated by seconds. I Howled "OW...FUCK...Please..." He just kept at it at a ferocious pace: "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK". Not knowing what else to do, I began promising and begging, in between grunts. "Please Sir...OW...Please...AAAH...I Promise...I will be quicker... OOOOW...I will do what you say instantly...AAAH...". This went on for what seemed like forever but was probably only about 5 minutes. By the end of that time period I was hyperventilating, my nose was running, and I was still promising to be good. I was like an adolescent boy who had just received a serious spanking. "How does it feel" I heard him ask. "It hurts a lot sir" I replied. He then rained down three more hard smacks on my ass and said "I mean how does it feel to be in this position". I replied as honestly as I could "It feels humiliating; totally embarrassing, I am a grown man and I am breaking down and begging...I feel completely controlled and angry". "That's about right boy: now you know what it was like for me. Get used to it". Then he reached for the "Jokari" paddle, which I would soon learn to fear much more than the others. "Just in case there is any doubt about what will happen to you when you displease me, I am now going to break you down so that you never forget who the boss is. You can yell and scream all you want, but I am going to beat you until I am satisfied". With that, it began. I will never know how many times he hit me with that paddle: probably 100 or so. I do know that long before it was over I was screamed out, and just gasping for breath and making pitiful noises as my nose ran all over my face and I cried my eyes out". Then it was over. He released me and told me to dress for dinner. I spent a few minutes looking at my ass: swollen, red, hot, with some broken blood vessels that would probably turn into bruises. "This is going to be quite a week" I thought. To Be Continued.

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Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:55:40 From: john smith <ostrich78@hotmail.com> Subject: WHAT GOES AROUND CUMS AROUND 4 WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Ostrich78@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. It in no way encourages or approves of the abuse of minors which is abhorrent. The author resides in San Diego and would be interested in meeting 18-25 year olds who like the story. PART 4 I awoke stiff the next morning in more ways than one. My muscles ached from sleeping on the floor, and my dick was stiff: had been all night as far as I know. This device that Eric had placed on me was clear plastic, and had kind of a spring like device: it lets you get an erection, pee, and of course drip precum, but there is no way to jerk off. There is also no way to take it off without breaking the little lock he placed on it. "WAKE UP BOY" I heard, and felt a kick in the side. I woke up, and it was Eric. He had his dick in his hand. "Get on your knees boy" was the next command. I got on my knees expecting to have to give him a morning blow job. Instead when I put my mouth around his monster cock and started to tongue it, he said "stop that, just hold your tongue still". Then I saw him get that distant look, and pull a little at the root of his cock. With horror, I realized what he was about to do and shook my head. "Listen boy, you won't spill a drop or there will be hell to pay". He then emptied his pungent, dark yellow, beer smelling piss into my mouth. I wanted to gag and vomit, but I swallowed every last drop as directed. When he had finished, he withdrew his cock, and said "what do you say boy?" I replied, red faced and humiliated "thank you sir". Stefan was now up and showing a piss hard on too. Eric snapped his fingers and pointed. I must have looked absolutely horrified. If it was possible, this humiliated me to new lows: to be expected to drink a strangers urine just because a guy half my age snapped his fingers and pointed. Eric frowned, and I snapped out of it and crawled over to Stefan. He inserted his dick, pulled a few times, and soon was emptying his bladder into me. Again, I did not spill a drop. "Thank you sir" I spontaneously replied when he was finished, knowing what would happen if I showed any disrespect. "Get your ass downstairs and make us breakfast boy. We want waffles, eggs, and bacon" said Eric. "Yes sir" I replied and ran down the stairs. When I got there I vomited into the downstairs toilet several times. I briefly laid there with my head in the toilet thinking "Why me...I don't deserve this" when I heard a yell: I don't hear any cooking boy. We will be down in 30 minutes from our shower and expect breakfast. I hopped to it and prepared the ordered meal. The two young men came down and ate with relish as guys in their twenties do. "You cook a fine meal Bitch" said Stefan. "Thank you sir" was my automatic response. Then Eric said: go upstairs and get in the shower. I will be up there to take off the chastity device so you can get clean. I got in the shower and began cleaning off. Eric came in and unlocked the device and removed it. My cock sprung free and throbbed with anticipation. Eric then took the soap and making a bunch of suds, proceeded to scrub my cock and balls for me. It was pure bliss! I so needed to cum. Eric saw the look on my face and said "Boy do you want to cum?". "Yes sir!" I replied, looking like a dog begging for a bone. "Too bad, you aren't cumming" he said, then gave my cock a hard slap and gave my balls a vicious twist. I sunk to my knees in the shower and started to say "You fucking bastard", but caught myself in time. He watched me dry off so I couldn't masturbate. Then the device was put back on. And I was told to dress. I then went downstairs with Eric and Stefan: "Hey boy, we're going to Stefan's apartment now" said Eric, picking up the keys. I sat in the back while Eric drove and Stefan directed, leaving Stefan's car at our house. We arrived at a one bedroom one bath apartment that was filthy. There were dishes piled in the sink; the toilets hadn't been cleaned for at least 6 months; the carpet was covered in food crumbs; and the tile was yellow with film. It was pretty disgusting. On top of it all, there were dirty clothes everywhere! "Listen boy, Stefan and I are going out for the day. We will be back for supper. In the meantime, you will clean every inch of this place and you will wash all of the clothes in order to thank Stefan for his hospitality". "Yes Sir" I said, thinking "What fucking bullshit. Hospitality? He made me drink urine; he beat me; he made me service him; he laughed at my misfortune..." "And boy, it better be clean" was the last statement as Eric left. I looked around at this garbage dump, not knowing where to begin. I looked around for cleaning supplies and found none. I took out my wallet, and headed across the street to the grocery store where I bough about fifty bucks worth of cleaning supplies. Then I set to it. I did 6 loads of laundry at the Laundromat; vacuumed twice; scrubbed the tile on my hands and knees, took at least 6 garbage bags of trash out, threw out mountains of rotting food; washed every dish in the house; and generally busted my ass. By 5:00 it really was spotless. I sat down in a chair in the main room, and fell asleep. I was awoken by the two boys...Masters... when the door knob clicked. I jumped up to conceal that I had been sleeping and greeted them. "Welcome back Sirs" I said. Stefan laughed like hell and said "I could get used to this". Eric then performed a thorough inspection of the place: at the end of it all he could find nothing wrong and said " Good Job Boy". I swelled with pride. Me, an adult, swelling with pride due to a word of praise about how I cleaned a pigsty apartment on the orders of a 20 year old kid. "Jesus" I thought, this has got to stop. We then returned to our (my) house where the boys ordered in Chinese Food. As a reward, I did not have to cook. We ate a great deal, then it was off to the bedroom. I had to lie on my back while Eric straddled my face, pressing his asshole into my mouth. Then I had to rim him at length, with him prodding me by slapping my cock and balls if I slowed down. Eventually, He got off, and Stefan took his place. Next, I was again ordered to stand at the end of the bed, and had to watch 3 hours of furious love making. My dick remained hard throughout, and my balls hurt so bad I thought I had been kicked. I never dreamed blue balls could be so bad! I must have drained a quarter cup of precum onto the floor during that 3 hours. At the end of it all, Stefan announced that he had to get home and get ready to go to work tomorrow. He thanked Eric for a good time, and gave me a sharp slap on the ass on the way out. At that point, my balls hurt so bad that I had to try to get release. I said to Eric: Please Sir, may I please cum...I can barely stand up right now...Please...I never did anything this bad to you...don't you think I've paid the price?.." Eric let me go on for about 10 minutes, then slapped my face hard. I reared back and realized what I had been doing, then looked down at the floor. "Boy, only I decide when you cum. I am now going to make you pay for your whining". He then removed the chastity device and placed the steel cockring on my dick. Next he inserted the steel buttplug and hooked up the electrical box. He made me lay down with my hands above my head, which he secured to the bedpost. My legs were then secured as well. I was helpless. Next he turned on the machine and adjusted various buttons. The net result was that the voltage rose and fell in waves. Alternately my asshole felt as though it was being erotically kneaded; then my cock would burn like fire. He turned off the lights and left me for the night. To Be Continued

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Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 18:52:59 From: john smith Subject: What Goes Around: Part 6 for authoritarian section WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Ostrich78@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. It in no way encourages or approves of the abuse of minors which is abhorrent. The author resides in San Diego and would be interested in meeting 18-25 year olds who like the story. PART 6 I drove home exhausted and frustrated with that damn device still on my swollen sore balls. Just thinking about how horny I was gave me a hard on in the car...well not really a hard on: the device gives you about 2 inches in which to expand so you can't even get fully hard. My dick instead would press painfully into the end, and it would grow in circumference until the skin was purple and protruding out the sides. Upon getting home, I figured I had to do something. I took a shower, soaped up the device, and tried to get it off. No such luck: I could probably slip my dick out if I was willing to really hurt myself, but then my balls would be squeezed in the rest of the device to such a degree that it would not be worth it. I could break it, but I knew what that would lead to. I tried masturbating around it with q tips, a small paintbrush, etc. All I could do was get a painful attempt at an erection as my dick would swell to the limits of the CB 2000. I gave up and decided to get my mind off of it for a while. I turned on the TV and heated up some dinner. I must have been pretty tired because I fell asleep in front of the TV. I awoke to the doorbell ringing and pounding on the door at around 7am. Bleary eyed, I walked to the door: it was "master" Mark, the just turned 18, looks about 16 high school boy who also held the key to my CB 2000 and the authority to demand anything he wanted. With him was another kid who looked about 18: his name was Joe. I recognized him from his tall lanky build and blond hair: he was a forward on the basketball team. "Come in " I said politely, hoping that Joe was not aware of my situation. "What did you say BOY" replied Mark. "Sorry Sir, I meant to say, come in Sirs" was my meek reply. Joe broke out into a huge grin... "Jesus, you weren't bullshitting me...but does he really do whatever you say?" "Sure does" said Mark... "Watch this...BOY! STRIP!" he commanded. I dropped my clothes as ordered, and Joe stared at my crotch: "What the fuck is that?" he asked. "It's his chastity belt" said Mark... We don't let him cum much". "God, I get blue balls if I don't pop twice a day...how long has it been for him". I replied "about a week sir...sort of...well they don't let me have an orgasm, but they milk me". "Milk you?" was his puzzled reply. "Yes sir, by massaging the prostate, my fluids are expelled without the pleasure of an orgasm" I said, trying in vain to sound clinical and dignified as I explained it. "And how does your prostate get massaged, BOY?" he asked. "Well, different things, usually a hand or a cock" I said, staring down in embarrassment. Mark interrupted our discussion: "Boy, Joe and I are spending the night. You will go pick up a DVD for us and have Beer ready when we arrive at 6. Also, you will be freshly washed, shaven, and douched". "Yes Sir" I replied. The 2 boys went off to school, leaving me to wait. I spent the day resting, cleaning up the house, and restocking the fridge. I got in the shower and douched repeatedly, then cleaned up and was waiting for the boys dressed only in by CB2000 by 5:45. At 6:30 the boys arrived, carrying a couple of pizzas. I opened the door for them, then took the pizzas. I served them each a cold beer and Pizza on plates. "Wow, this is so cool...he's old enough to be my dad and he has to wait on us" said Joe. "Oh, it gets better" said Mark, snapping his fingers and pointing to a spot just in front of him. I ran to the spot and awaited orders. "Undress me boy" he said. I undressed him, neatly folding his clothes, and at the end took off and folded his boxers. The boys dick hadn't gotten any smaller... "Christ" I thought.. "How did such a little guy get such a big dick". Joe saw this, and snapped his fingers. I soon had him undressed, noting that his dick was not as big as Marks, but was a thick 7.5 inch tool above large pendulous balls. I thought to myself "No wonder he has to pop twice a day...those things must hold a gallon". Mark noticed that Joe was erect and offered my services. "Hey, he gives a good blow job...and if he doesn't, well teach him to improve!" Listening to this, the tall boy was stroking his meat. He said "Suck me bitch". I got down on my knees and began to blow him. A few minutes into the BJ, I got a critique by the little fuck: "You know, I felt teeth twice...he's OK but not great". Mark replied "Wow, he did a great job for me, I think he just needs a little motivation. BOY! Go Get your paddle, strap, and sawhorse". I trotted off and returned with the items in a minute, setting up the sawhorse in the middle of the living room. "Bend over the sawhorse boy" was the next and expected command. I did so, knowing that a beating was inevitable. Mark then took the role of the teacher, taking the Paddle in his hand and smacking it on his palm he began "You see, this boy is still in training...WHAACK... he is going to learn to be a good cocksucker...WHAAACK... I am really embarrassed that you had to feel his teeth...WHAACK... I was sucking in my breath, trying to not give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry and beg. Of course, at this point there was no dignity: bent over by 2 adolescent boys who were ordering me around and beating my ass. But old habits die hard, and I tried to take it without complaint. "Here Joe, its your turn...Why don't you give him 20 hard ones, then we will see if his dick sucking improves". Joe grinned broadly at this "Jeese..I never thought I'd be getting to do this to a guy old enough to be my dad...". His surprise at this opportunity in now way affected his arm. He SLAMMED the paddle down on my ass "CRAAAAAAACK...OH" came the first one. "I'll teach you to suck my dick right boy...CRAAACK... `OOOOOH'". "You will learn to service me properly BITCH.. `CRAAAACK...OOOH...Please sir...I'm ...CRAAAAACK...AAAAAGH...Please...CRAAAAACK... Sorry Sir...CRAAACK...Pleeeeeeease..." He completed the twenty ignoring my promises, then I found myself back on my knees again sucking his dick. I was doing it perfectly: no room for criticism at all...Then the sadistic little shit said "Hey, I think I felt a tooth". That was all Mark needed, he picked up the paddle and smashed it down on my ass while I was sucking Joe... "CRAAAAAAAACK...MMMMMMMPH...". As I screamed into his cock, Joe said "COOL...GOD THAT FEELS GOOD WHEN HE SCREAMS...ITS LIKE VIBRATING...DO THAT AGAIN MARK..." "CRAAAAAAAAACK...MMMMMMMMPH" "OH YEAH, KEEP HITTING HIM, THAT IS SO COOL" said Joe. Mark kept up a steady pounding as I alternately sucked and screamed until Joe blew a load into my mouth. I was right...those big balls did hold a gallon. Before I even had a chance to catch my breath, the two boys had switched places. Now I was sucking Mark's dick as Joe pounded my ass with the paddle. "CRAAAAAACK...MMMMPH...CRAAAACK...MMMMPH" went the paddle and I in a macabre harmony. "OOOOH FUUCCCK THAT FEELS SOOOOOOOO GOD..I"M CUUUUUUUUUMING" screamed Mark, in a mercifully short period of time. I was then ordered to go get them more pizza and beer, which I respectfully served them, grateful that their appetites had returned to food for a while. "Hey Boy, go get your electric cock ring and buttplug" was the phrase that ended my respite. Groaning inwardly, I ran and got it. Mark was quite awkward with it, but after 15 minutes he had it all set up. He adjusted the bipolar butt plug to massage me. As soon as it started, I was draining precum, so he removed the CB2000 and placed a condom over the end of my dick to catch the mess. Then he hooked up the cock ring on a second circuit. I was directed to lay down on my back beneath the sofa where the boys sat. They started the movie, and I lay on my back having my prostate milked by the electric butt plug. After a while, the two boys took off their sneakers. I suppose their sneakers were no better and no worse than other adolescent boy sneakers: their sweaty feet had been in them all day. Soon I was presented with feet to lick, which I did to the best of my ability. I was "encouraged" to do this well by periodic JOLTS of electricity applied to the cockring. The move turned out to be kind of boring to the boys. They decided to spice it up by making me scream from time to time. It was kind of a game for them...they would insert a scream where it seemed to go in the movie by shocking the hell out of my dick. This was found to be terribly funny by them, and continued off and on for the whole show. TO BE CONTINUED

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Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:55:40 From: john smith Subject: WHAT GOES AROUND CUMS AROUND 3 WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Ostrich78@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. It in no way encourages or approves of the abuse of minors which is abhorrent. The author resides in San Diego and would be interested in meeting 18-25 year olds who like the story. PART 3 The next day was Sunday, but it was not a day of rest for me. Eric walked around the house, inspecting it, and announced that it was a mess. He then told me I had 8 hours to prepare it for inspection, and that he was leaving for the day. He did not bother to tell me where he was going, but he did tell me that I was to wear no clothing today. He started up my car and left, after taking $100 from my wallet. "Thanks Boy" he said as he went out the door. I was in no mood to be a maid on this particular day, and I spent a good half hour ranting to myself about "that ungrateful asshole" Eric. When I calmed down though, I realized that I had better get cleaning or I was really going to be in trouble. I began by stripping the beds and placing all the sheets and towels in the washing machine, as well as bringing down the other dirty clothes to the laundry room. I would have to keep the washer and dryer going to get the load of whites and darks done in time. After starting the washer, I cleaned up the kitchen. My master's guests had left lots of dirty dishes around, and I had to soak and scrub these before they went into the dishwasher. Then I started the dishwasher and moved on to vacuuming the carpets and tile floors. Part way through this I heard the washer stop and moved the whites into the dryer and started the colored clothes. I finished vacuuming when I heard the dryer buzzer go off, so I moved the darks into the dryer and folded/put away the whites. I also remade the beds and put out the now clean towels. Then I got the steamer and cleaned the tile floors. Next I moved on to the bathrooms. They hadn't been cleaned in a couple of weeks, and had hard use with the beer swilling friends my master brought in. I scrubbed the toilets, tubs, and shower with bleach, then cleaned the sinks and countertops. Finally, I bleached the floors in all three bathrooms. Time was passing quickly, and I still had more to do. I dusted all over the house, picking up the objects on tables and shelves to be sure I did it right. Suddenly I remembered the clothes in the dryer, and went to fold and hang them. Next, I realized that the windows were dirty. This presented a real problem: I was under orders to be naked, but I had to stand in front of windows and sliding doors to clean them. I thought "what the fuck, he's not here" and put on a pair of shorts while I did this job. When the windows were clean, I put the shorts away so I would not get caught. Then I noticed that the TVs had dust all over their screens, and I got the windex and cleaned them. At about that time, Eric returned, one hour early. He said "time for inspection boy". I knew better than to argue with him. Accompanied by Eric, we went from room to room with his inspecting everything. We ended in the master bedroom. "Boy, for a first effort this was not bad. However, you failed to do several important things. First, I noticed you did not empty the dishwasher. Second, the inside of the refrigerator was not cleaned, and there was some rotting food in it. Third, you did not iron my underwear: I require a boy to do this so he keeps his mind on his lowly status. You are going to be punished fairly severely, but first we will go out to dinner. Let's shower". I went into the shower with My young master and as directed scrubbed him from head to toe and shampooed his hair. Then he stood by and supervised as I cleaned myself. He required that I douche in front of him which was embarrassing. Finally, I dried both of us off and did a blow dry of his hair, then mine. I laid out nice clothing for each of us and helped him dress. I then reached for my own clothing, but he stopped me. "Hold on boy, I have some things for you to wear for dinner" said Eric. I thought to myself "I wonder what he wants me in...I laid out pretty good clothes". Eric then reached into the drawer where he stored all of the SM supplies he brought with him. He brought out the quirt and tossed it on the bed: "that's for later boy" he said. Next, he reached in and pulled out a metallic cock ring, and a metallic butt plug. Each of these had wire leads going to them. He bent me over, and using a lubricant that I had not seen before (it turned out to be an electrolyte lubricant) he lubed me up and inserted the plug. This plug was BIG around, then tapered such that once in my ass, it would stay there. The wires then hung down. Next, he put the metal cock ring on me, adjusting it with a band until it was reasonably tight. I got hard from this. He then told me to get dressed. I did so, aiming my penis straight up so the erection would be less obvious under my clothing. When I got my shirt, tie, and pants on, he brought out a box about the size of a walkman. He ran the leads to the box, then snapped it in place in the small of my back and had me put on my jacket. Thus attired, there was no way that anyone would see that I was wearing any of this equipment. Then, he brought out a tiny transmitter with a couple of dials and began to manipulate them. I immediately felt the most erotic tingling from my cock to my ass. Then he switched something, and it felt like my ass was being fucked: in and out ( I later learned that it was just an illusion produced by the frequency of the electric pulse). Then this stopped, and I felt the nice tingling in my cock and ass again. With a wicked grin, Eric then turned a knob on the remote, and as he did so the voltage went up. It moved quickly from erotic to a horrible burning sensation that doubled me over and made me gasp. "Get used to it boy. It's your remote trainer. Believe it or not, it works at a distance of one mile. The only thing I wonder is whether or not other EM sources might activate it. Guess we'll find out". With that, We went out to the car. Eric made me sit in the back like a child, and he drove to a wonderful seafood restaurant. As we got out of the car, he adjusted the transmitter to give me that erotic tingle. I went rock hard, and it was hard to conceal it even with the jacket. We entered the restaurant and I concealed my hard on as well as I could by stooping a bit. The Maitre De seated us, and we were greeted by our waiter "Stefan": a gorgeous college kid of about 22: 6 ft; blond; muscular: the perfect frat jock. He gave a willing smile as he asked if he could get us drinks. I spoke up to order a scotch and soda, when Eric said "Quiet boy" and ordered for us. He got a beer, and I got a "Shirley Temple". Our waiter found this amusing, and gave a knowing wink at Eric. After our drinks and menus arrived, we studied them. Eric then changed the remote so that I was getting the sensation of being fucked. I wanted to rock my hips because it was so hot, but had to sit there looking as if nothing was happening. The waiter returned to take our orders and started with me. He stood over me, looking down, and obviously noted the bulge and the growing precum stain on my dark pants. As I opened my mouth, Eric said "the boy will have the children's fish and chips dinner". Our waiter smirked and said " we ordinarily do not allow the adults to eat off of the children's menu, but this seems an exception". Eric then ordered a great meal for himself: Lobster Bisque; Oysters on the half shell; Caesar Salad, and the Scallop linguini. As the meal progressed, our attentive waiter kept returning. It became clear that it wasn't just about service, he was getting off on looking at me in increasingly obvious torment as Eric worked the remote. The remote was out on the table, so the waiter had a guess as to what was going on. Halfway through dinner, Eric ordered me the scotch and soda. Our waiter brought it, and while he was still present Eric said "Boy, I think you need to pee". I replied "Master, I have precum all over the front of my pants and a raging hard on. It would be awkward". Master Eric simply played a bit with the remote, and delivered a sharp jolt to my cock and asshole. I gasped and turned red and got up to go, stooping a bit to conceal my state. "Stand up straight boy...and take your drink with you. I want you to dump out the scotch, and refill it with urine". "Yes Sir" I replied. "And by the way, if you aren't back in two minutes, I am going to make you regret it". I quickly went to the bathroom, glad that it was a dark restaurant and that the one stall was unoccupied. I dumped out the scotch and soda, saving the ice, and then pulled out my dick and strained to pee: NOTHING! I strained further: STILL NOTHING. My hard dick was just not letting anything through. I spent the next two minutes or so trying, when suddenly I felt an enormous jolt of electricity, like a cattle prod, shoot from my cock, through my balls, to my asshole. I grunted and fell to my knees. In a minute or so when I could move again, my dick was soft and I quickly peed in the cup and rushed back to the table. "Took you a while boy" said Eric. "Sorry master" I replied in as contrite a voice as I could muster. "Sip your drink boy, you need to finish it before we leave" he said. Disgusted, I took a sip: at least it was cold, but I hadn't drunk much that day and had taken my morning vitamins so it was pretty concentrated and really smelled like urine (surprise). I gagged some down. "Good boy, now finish your fish and chips". Over the next 10 minutes I finished my fish and chips, washing it down with what used to be scotch and soda. Our attentive waiter came by several times, and even asked if I was satisfied with the scotch he had selected. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck himself, but Eric saw it coming and gave me a moderate shock to the nuts. "F...Yes sir, excellent, thankyou". "Would sir like another?" asked Stefan the waiter, who was obviously getting into this. "YES he would" replied Eric. Stefan disappeared for a few minutes, and I saw him coming out of the bathroom. Then he arrived with a scotch and soda, a little lighter than the one I had been drinking, and placed it before me. "Its from my private supply" he said. I sniffed, knowing that this really was his own private supply. I looked at Eric who said "Drink it boy" and took a sip. Now I had never done anything like this at all. I found the idea of drinking my own urine totally disgusting. However, I gagged on Stefan's urine cocktail, but managed to get a gulp down. "Is it to your satisfaction sir?" asked Stefan, with a smirk on his face. "Yes, excellent, thankyou very much" I replied, not wanting to have my nuts fried again. Eric ordered an after dinner drink and sipped it while I finished my "scotch and soda." Then he requested the check. When it arrived, I put out my credit card as usual. When Stefan returned, Eric said "Now leave the man a nice tip. He did take special care of you". "Yes Sir" I replied, leaving a 25% tip. Stefan saw the amount and smiled broadly. "Boy, go out and get the car now" I was ordered. I rushed to comply, and pulled it around front where I waited for Master Eric. He took a few minutes, then came out and ordered me to drive home. On the way, Eric made it a point to rub in my new lowly status: "So, from big man beating a teen boy to boy bitch drinking urine, how does it feel?" he asked. I didn't reply, feeling no answer was required. Then, I felt the voltage coming up on my dick and balls and spoke up quickly: "Sir, it was totally disgusting; I feel like a humiliated worthless pig; I never imagined I could sink so low" I said with feeling. "Good, that's exactly what you need" said a very satisfied Eric. When we got home, he told me to undress. He removed the gadgetry, including popping the large butt plug out. I was sent to douche and clean off the equipment and then I returned. Master Eric told me to get him a beer, then he sipped it while I massaged his feet. After finishing his beer, I was ordered to give a full body massage which I spent the next hour and a half doing. When I reached for his cock, he pushed me away saying "not yet boy". Of course, I was hard and dripping: I had the worst case of the blue balls ever. I had been continuously stimulated for 3 hours in the restaurant, and now again was stimulated by rubbing the magnificent body of the young man who now owned me. I shifted about uncomfortably, and Master Eric noticed. "What's wrong boy?" he asked. "Blue balls sir" I answered honestly. He laughed and said that maybe, if I was real good, I might get to cum. Just then the doorbell rang, and I was sent, naked, to answer it. When I opened the door it was our waiter Stefan. He was even more youthful wearing his jeans and polo shirt. He had obviously come right from work. "Thanks for having me over Eric" he said. "No Problem, I like to share my boy's punishments with others" replied Eric. "This is so cool: I mean I've read about this shit, but never imagined that a young guy would ever be dominating someone older like this" said Stefan. "Hey, can I get cleaned up? I just came from work?" asked Stefan. "Certainly you can...BOY! Get Master Stefan a beer and show him to the shower. Then you will undress and scrub and dry him as you do for me". I jumped to the task of bringing one of the Heinikens that my master prefers, then led a smiling Stefan to the shower. I began by taking off each shoe, then each sock. Next, I removed his polo shirt to reveal a smooth, brown, rippling chest with well developed pecs; large biceps, and a a deep six pack. My dick got even harder than it was before! Next, I unfastened his buckle, and slowly worked the jeans down, revealing a dark trail of hair leading to his pubes. To my surprise, he wore no underwear at all, and his cock sprung to attention. Now, compared to my master it was modest. But it was still 7.5 inches; moderate thickness; and had a beautiful foreskin. I could see some precum, and I could smell the musty scent of his crotch. "Let me start the shower sir" I said. "No boy: first I want a tongue bath" said the boy. I knew that if there was any complaint that Eric would beat the shit out of me, so I began. Starting at his feet, with their musty sneaker smell, I worked my way up to his balls and crotch. I prepared to lick his cock, when he turned and put me to work on his ass and asshole. Then he ordered me to stand up and made me thoroughly clean out his underarms. "I'm ready for the shower now boy" he said as he drained his beer. I adjusted the temperature, then followed him into the shower. I began by shampooing his hair, then soaped his body thoroughly from head to toe and rinsed him. "Again" he said, and I repeated the process. Then I turned off the shower, dried him off with two large towels, and brushed his short blond hair "Lets go downstairs boy" he said. "Yes sir" I replied, following him back down. Eric already had another beer, and ordered me to bring one for Stefan. When I delivered the beer, Stefan said "Lets go to the Master Bedroom: Boy, get your sawhorse and meet us in 5 minutes". At precisely 5 minutes, I entered carrying my sawhorse. Master Eric and Stefan were both naked and were kissing deeply. Both were erect. When I entered they stopped and Master Eric told me to bend over the sawhorse. My hands were secured, and out came the quirt: it's two long leather tails were clearly going to hurt like hell. "My boy failed to properly clean the house today, and now he is going to be punished" said Eric. With that he reared back and swung this whip/quirt in a broad arc bringing it down hard on my ass. I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream. The quirt is constructed of two long leather tails: kind of like a double whip. They are smooth and very flexible, but heavy. It strikes in 2 places, close together, and produces an extreme burn upon impact, which then increases greatly in intensity for a couple of seconds. Eric reared back and gave it to me again: "UUUUGH" I grunted. Meanwhile, he began a sort of instructional lecture to Stefan: "it is important to keep a boy in his place and cut him no slack...WHIP...if you show the least sign of weakness, the boy will not respect you...WHIP... therefore, punishment should be severe and inescapable...WHIP... Now listen to this boy crying and pleading..." In fact, I was crying and pleading: "Please stop; I'll clean better next time...I'll do anything...Please..." Eric then continued " WHIP...the boy is obviously contrite, but at this stage they will say anything to make it stop...WHIP... therefore, one mustn't stop the whipping until it is clear that they boy has learned his lesson...WHIP...Now, would you like to try it?" Stefan was only too eager "Sure, I'd love to". Then this big muscular hunk swung the quirt in a wide arc and brought it down hard: "AAAAAAAGH" I screamed as he hit my thighs and the whip wrapped around my hip with the tip of it striking my dick. "Now Stefan, you will need some more practice. Try to strike him without wrapping around like that" said Eric. Stefan paused a minute, took aim, and again brought it down with all of his might: this time it didn't wrap, but it struck my low back. "Much better, but try to strike only his buttocks and upper thighs" said Eric. Stefan reared back and again swung the quirt: I Screamed as it hit my buttocks, and could feel some warm dripping: my own blood. Eric saw this and said "There, I think he has almost learned his lesson at this point, and I do not wish to have him bleed all over the carpet. Scott! Have you learned your lesson?" "YES SIR! I WILL CLEAN MUCH BETTER SIR! I"VE LEARNED" I shouted as convincingly as possible. "Good boy" said Eric. Strangely, I felt a touch of pride at receiving his praise. This pride then turned to cold fear at his next words: "However, earlier today you were complaining about the blue balls. I have a solution that will guarantee you never complain about them again" said Eric. Then he whispered something to Stefan who said "My God, won't you injure him!" I did not like where this was going, but I was strapped down to the sawhorse and could do nothing. I heard the quirt swing again, then my world exploded, I lost my breath, and ultimately vomited as the two tails wrapped around my swollen balls and dripping cock with a full force whipping action. I spent the next 5 minutes trying to catch my breath and sobbing as my nuts ached: it was like being kicked by a horse. When I calmed down, Eric came over to me and said "Scott, do you still have the blue balls?". "NO SIR" I said, knowing what would happen if I said otherwise. Next, I was released and told to clean up the vomit. When I finished this, I was sent for two more beers. While fulfilling these duties, I was keenly aware of a dull throbbing ache in my balls: it was like blue balls multiplied times ten! Upon serving beer to Eric and Stefan, I was directed to stand at parade rest at the foot of the bed. Jason and Stefan then proceeded to make out passionately over the next two hours. They kissed, fondled, sucked, and fucked themselves into exhaustion. Meanwhile, I was standing there with a puddle of precum and the two sorest balls on earth. When they had finished, Eric looked at my predicament and said: "Boy, you look like you've sprung a leak there...do you have the blue balls?". I hesitated, then not wanting to risk the quirt again said "No Sir". Eric then said "would you like to cum?" I said "very much sir, please..." "Sorry dud, not going to happen for you" replied Eric as he went to his drawer of sex toys. He pulled out a clear plastic device with a small padlock and placed my cock and balls into it and locked it in place. It was a chastity device, and a very effective one at that. I looked at it, knowing there was no way I would get it off of me and knowing that I wouldn't sleep much tonight with my balls so sore. "Go to sleep at the foot of the bed boy" said Eric. I complied, but didn't sleep much that night; thinking of the two hot guys sleeping in each others arms; their passionate lovemaking; and my sore balls and leaking cock. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Tue, 05 Nov 2002 20:36:11 -0600 From: J Wray Subject: Freeing David - 1 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or real circumstances is purely coincidental. The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M) scenes. If you object to such content or are not of a legal age for your jurisdiction to read them, please exit now. The copyright is retained by the author. Do not distribute without written permission. Freeing David - 1 I like men. I like the way the smell and feel. I like them to submit to me. I like to hurt them. I like taking them to sexual heights they'd never dreamed were possible. I liked to help men who were likely to submit find their way to actualy do it. That was why I'd been called in. I walked into the office of the little country motel where the team had said I'd find a man whose nametag would read P. D. Perkins. I knew the rest of the team hadn't made any headway with him, but I didn't know why. The young man sitting at the desk was reading a book. From what I could see he looked to be in his early twenties, had medium length brown hair and fairly broad shoulders. I made it to the front of the desk before he looked up. He gasped and pushed back from the desk so violently his chair slammed into the wall behind him, his mouth open and his eyes wide as he stared at me. Now I know my eyes are a startling blue, some even say iridescent, but they had never gotten that kind of reaction. We stared at each other, me in amazement and him apparently in fear, until I broke the silence. "I would like a room for the night, please." "Oh, uhhhh, sorry. Sure." He approached the desk hesitantly and nervously shoved a standard motel form across to me. I filled it in, listing my name as Michael James. I normally go by just Michael, but I can't get away with that much around here except in bars. When I finished the form I handed it back to him. He was still very nervous, but did manage to hand me a key. "It's down at the end. It should be quiet there." "Thanks, uhhhh, what's your name?" " `They' call me Paul." It was odd phrasing and had a strange emphasis on `they,' but he didn't give me any more to go on. "Thanks, Paul. Do you work here all night?" "No. We close the office at 11. If you need anything after that, you're sort of out of luck. If it's an emergency, you can come up and ring the bell." "No problem. That's not late though. Why don't you come down to my room when you get off work? We can have a soda or something." "Well,... maybe." He sounded dubious. They probably had a rule against visiting guests. "I'll see you later, then." I said as I walked out the door. I hoped the implied commitment would encourage him. . . . . At five after eleven there was very tentative knock on my door. "Come in." I called. The door opened, and Paul stood there with some towels, looking even more nervous than he had in the office. "Come on in." I encouraged him. He stepped in the door holding the towels out. "I brought you these in case my mother saw me. We're not supposed to visit guest rooms." "Thanks. Why don't you close the door?" He closed the door then backed against it, shaking like a trapped animal. There were sweat rings under his armpits. He was about 5'10"and probably weighed 175 pounds. His shoulders were broad, his upper arms stretched the arms of his knit shirt and his torso tapered down to a maybe 30" waist. It'd been years since I looked like that, but it had been many years since I was twenty-something, too. He was tanned and had a well-trimmed mustache. His brown eyes looked very troubled and were full of fear. I still had no idea why I scared him so much, or why he was here if he was that scared. We watched each other for many seconds. Finally I asked, "Why did you come?" "The dream." Oh, shit! I thought. The team knows how unreliable dreams are. They must have had real problems getting through to this guy. Out loud I played dumb. "The dream?" "Yes. I've been having this dream about a man with blazing blue eyes. He's going to be very important in my life." I suspected from the way he was reacting he hadn't told me everything, but he was here. Apparently some parts of the dream were good. I got up from my chair and walked toward him, bringing my hand up to place it on his chest. He flattened even closer to the door, breathing heavily, a look of terror on his face. I thought he was going to pass out, but he didn't move away. He let me put my hand over his heart. The terror slowly faded and he started to relax. First he was perplexed, shaking his head, then amazed. "How did you do that?" "Do what?" "Make the voices go away." Oh, great! We may have a REAL problem here, crossed my mind. "Voices?" I asked. "Yes. My mother and father just quit talking. Even my grandparents. Actually, I know they're really just my thoughts, but it always seems like they are the ones talking." Well, he hasn't gone around the bend yet, but he may still be a challenge, I thought. "You did it, Paul, I just gave you a little energy to help. Like you say, they're your thoughts, your voices." I saw a flicker of disgust when I used his name. "Earlier you said `they' call you Paul." I emphasized `they' the way he had. "What would you prefer?" "David. It's my middle name. `They' stopped using it a long time ago. `They' won't even consider using it." "OK, to me you're David." I rubbed my hand around on his chest a little. He closed his eyes and relaxed more and his breathing returned to normal. I found a tit and started rubbing it through his shirt with my thumb. "Ohhhh." He liked it. I pinched a little. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," on a long exhale. I pinched harder, and he flinched. "If you do much of that I may wet my pants." "I don't want you to do that here, Buddy." "You like to ... hurt men you're ... with, don't you?" "With their permission, yes." "Maybe we should go to my place so I can scream if I need to." Considering how much he feared me, that was an amazing invitation. "If you want. Where's that?" "It's a little cabin my parents let me use during the summer. It's about five miles from here in some woods along the river. The nearest neighbor is over a mile away. You could follow me there." "Let's do it." I grabbed my keys. We walked out and I made sure my door was locked. He was looking rather grim but determined. "The voices will come back on the way to your place. If they get too bad just stop and tell me to come back here." "They're already back a little, but I don't think they'll ever be as bad as when I came to your room. I'll make it." I liked his determination. It was a warm night and the moon was out. He went to his car and I to mine. I followed him out of the lot. It was about two miles before he turned off the highway onto a smaller road, then another two miles before he turned onto a dirt lane that went between two fields for a while then into some woods. Eventually we came to a clearing with a small cabin. In the light of the waning moon I could see trees on three sides and nothing on the fourth. I got out of my car and walked over to his. He was sitting in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel hard. "The voices?" I asked. He nodded. I reached through his open window and used his chin to turn his face to mine. "I do like to hurt men, David, but it is always with their permission. If you tell me to stop, I will." I could feel him relaxing. He took a deep breath and nodded. "OK." He reached for the door handle and I let go of him. He got out and looked around. "This is home for me in the summer." "Give me a tour, please." He should feel safe doing that, and I wanted to know what was here. The inside of the cabin was a single room with a bathroom extended out on one side. A double bed with a makeshift closet made of plastic milk crates stacked on their sides and a length of plastic pipe was in one corner. Two easy chairs with a light sat in another and a kitchen with a table and four chairs in a third. There were some weights in the fourth. He clearly used them. Outside the clearing was probably an acre in size. Only a few trees were close to the cabin. The side where I couldn't see anything earlier was the bluff on the river. "This is a great place, David! It feels very peaceful." "It's lonely, but it's away from my parents." "It won't be lonely tonight, unless you send me back to the motel." That got a flicker of a smile. We walked back to the cars, and I reached into my back seat and pulled out a rope that was maybe twenty feet long. I headed toward a smooth barked tree about 30 feet from the cabin. "Come over here, Buddy." He followed with no hesitation. The tree leaned a little, and I moved him toward the side he could lean on and get some support. "Face the tree and lean on it." "May I take my shoes off?" "Sure!" I liked that idea; it would help keep him grounded. He took his shoes and socks off and put them nearby, then returned, faced the tree and leaned on it. I placed my hands on his back. "You doing OK, Buddy?" "Yes." "I want you to try to feel what I describe, David. You don't need to say anything." I paused to let him settle down more. When more tension drained from his shoulders, I said, "Feel the earth under your feet. Feel earth energy flowing into your feet, up your legs, up through your torso, through your neck into your head and then out of the crown of your head to the universe." I paused and let him trace all that in his mind. "There is a constant flow. You are rooted in the earth. It gives you strength." I paused again to let him feel the flow, feel his roots. "Now, feel the light coming down from the universe into the crown of your head, down through your body, down through your arms and out your hands, down through your legs and out the soles of your feet into the earth. You are rooted in the earth, but you are also filled with the light of the universe. You are a magical being, David. You are loved, and you deserve every bit of that love." I paused again to let him try to feel it. "Do you feel that, David?" "Maybe, a little." "It's always there for you, David. You can tap into it anytime, but you have to be open to it." I started running my hands over his back, up his neck to the back of his head, down to his butt, then back up to his head. He leaned his head back into my hand, clearly loving the touch. "You know I want to hurt you?" "Yes." "Do you want me to tie you to the tree?" "You don't have to." "No, but would you like it?" He considered that for a few moments. He was getting more choices than he expected. "Maybe not yet." "I'm going to use my belt on your butt and back. You ready?" "Yes." "You can ask me to stop any time you want, and I will. Remember that." "OK." He wrapped his arms around the tree, hanging on firmly. I stood directly behind him, pulled the belt out of my pants, folded it in half and started lightly hitting first one butt cheek and then the other. Very slowly I was adding a little muscle to the swings and had probably gotten up to twelve or so on each side. "Please stop." I was surprised. Through his pants I doubted if they were even stinging yet, but I stopped. I stepped closer to him and ruffled his hair and turned his head toward me. "Do you really want to do this?" "Yes! Definitely! But I had to test. I had to know you'd stop when I asked." "Satisfied?" "...Yes, but..." "But?" "I may need to test again." "That's OK, Boy. Do it whenever you need to. You're trying something new, you don't have to do it all at the beginning. Ready?" "Yes." He gripped the tree firmly again, and let me work over his butt and back for quite some time. I was sure all of my blows were stinging now. He was breathing deeply but making no noise. Finally I decided he needed a break and stopped. He took a deep breath and puffed it out. I stepped up to him and ran my hand through his hair again. He was sweating. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran my hands underneath and up his back. "Oooooh, shit!" He moved his back more firmly against my hand. His back was warm and sweaty and obviously sensitive, but it was the touch itself he was reacting to. "You doing OK, David?" "Yes," another puff, "but I do need to urinate now." I had a feeling he'd never been allowed to use slang. "Want to do it in your pants?" "Uhhhhhh, I ..." Silence. After a few moments he suggested, "Maybe you could tie me to the tree now, so I don't have a choice." I smiled. I'd found one of his fantasies. "I can do that." I found the rope and made figure-8 loops around his overlapped wrists. He could get loose if he really wanted to, but it wouldn't be accidental. "Like a drink?" "Yes. There are some bottles of water in the refrigerator." I went inside and took my time finding them and getting back to my captive. I unscrewed the top of one and held it up for David. He drank and drank. He was thirsty. After he was finished, I drank some of the second one, put the tops back on and put them with his shoes. "How are you doing, Boy?" "I'm afraid I've wet my pants, ... Sir." He was playing a role. He'd probably been fantasizing about this for a long time. "I thought you knew enough not to do that, Boy. I guess I need to really warm your butt, don't I?" "I couldn't help it, Sir. I..." I interrupted. "Are you saying your bladder would have burst if you'd held it longer, Boy?" "Well, I don't think it was that bad, Sir, but..." "Then you should have held it until I untied you, Boy." "Yes, Sir." Very subdued. I stood behind him and hit his butt with a couple of firm swats. "Stop, please." I stepped up behind him and put my hand on his back. He was shaking. "You aren't really mad at me are you?" "No, not at all. We're playing the same game, David. You're doing fine, but we can stop if you want." "No! I just got scared and had to test again, but please ... keep your hand on me for a minute." I moved my hand around on his back and up to his head again. "You're doing fine, David. Take all the time you need." He stopped shaking and his breathing evened out again. A quick nod, as much to confirm things to himself as to me, I thought. "OK, Sir, I'm ready for my punishment." I stepped back and again hit his butt with two firm swats. He stuck his butt back toward me a little. He was getting into it. I worked him over pretty thoroughly, but other than breathing hard, he was silent. I finally quit, hung my belt over my shoulder and ran both hands over his back and butt. He jumped a little, startled at how sensitive his skin was, and again leaned his head into my hands when I got that high. "You took that very well, Boy. I'm proud of you." He burst into tears. I hadn't expected that, but I held him and murmured in his ear from time to time, "It's OK, Boy, let it out." After a while he quieted down and again leaned his head back into me. "No one ever told me that before," he whispered. "No one. I didn't know how much I needed it." I kissed his ear. "We all need that, David." I moved around the tree and untied his hands. He backed away from it and stood waiting. I moved away from the tree a little. "Take your shirt and pants off and come over here." He removed his shirt and placed it beside his shoes. Next he took his wet pants off and put them near the shirt but not on it, then came and stood in front of me. "Good, Boy. I like a man who takes care of his clothes." He nodded; a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Put your hands behind your back." He assumed what the military calls the `parade rest' position. I moved beside him and fondled the wet pouch of his briefs. "Ohhhhh!!" He thrust firmly into my hand. His cock was plump when I first touched it, and it rapidly got firmer. I moved my wet hand from his pouch up to rub his face roughly. He quickly leaned back and turned his face away, but I followed his movements and cupped his nose and mouth with my hand. "MMMmrrrrrffff." He didn't like that. He was breathing through his mouth erratically. "How does it smell, Boy?" He took a short sniff, then a little longer one. "Like urine." Another sniff, then another. "And sweat and leather." "Does it small bad?" He thought about it. "Not really." His head slowly came back to front and center. I reached down and cupped his wet pouch again and found his cock straining inside his shorts, wanting more room. I got my hand wet again and brought it back to his face. He didn't try to avoid it this time, and was breathing normally. "Lick it." He shook his head and kept his mouth shut. "Lick it, Boy." A little more time for him to think about it, and I felt his mouth open and a feather-light touch of the tip of his tongue, then a slightly firmer touch. I went back to the source to rewet my hand and again held it in front of his mouth. Again a light lick, then a firmer one. "How does it taste?" "A little odd. A little salty." "Does it taste bad?" "Not really." "Take your shorts off and give them to me, Boy." He hesitated. Now he was going to be totally exposed. Finally he slid them down his legs, stepped out of them and handed them to me, then moved back to his parade rest position. I took them by the waistband and pulled them down over his head, then adjusted them so the wet pouch was in front of his nose and mouth. He jerked slightly when he realized what I was doing, but other than that he didn't move or comment. "How does that smell, Boy?" "Like urine." I could hear him sniffing. "And like my crotch." "You like it?" He thought for a moment. "Yes, I guess I do." He sounded surprised. I put a finger on the fabric in front of his mouth and pressed it against his lips. "Suck my finger." "MMMffffffffff." He kept his mouth closed and pulled his head back a little. "Suck it, Boy." He started breathing erratically through his nose. "Suck it!" I was a little more demanding. Finally he opened his mouth a slight amount and sucked a little air in. I wiggled my finger and pushed a little harder. He opened his lips but held me out with his teeth, but sucked a little harder, enough to get a slight taste, maybe. I kept up the pressure, and finally he let me slide my finger into his mouth. His tongue very gingerly touched it a few times. "Suck it, Boy." I whispered it this time, and he sucked gently. "Open a little wider." When he complied, I used a second finger to push more fabric in, and without urging he sucked, this time hard enough get a real taste. "Good, Boy." I reached down and cupped his crotch again, and found he was fully hard. He was doing quite well. I stroked his cock a few times as a reward. "Ohhhh yeah." he whispered. I could feel his balls pulling up rapidly; he was close to cumming, but I didn't want him to do that yet. I circled the top of his scrotum with my thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard. "Unnnh." I started squeezing his balls, very gradually increasing the pressure. "Unnnnnh. Unnnnnnnnnh! Aaaaaagg! Oooohhhhhh!" He was bending over a little at the waist and his knees were getting shaky. "I don't want you to fall down, Boy. Stay on your feet." "Unnnnnh! Yes. Oooooooooooh! Uuuuuuugghh!" I went to my knees so I could keep up the pressure and still give him room to bend over. "I'm going to give one more hard squeeze, Boy. Stay on your feet." I squeezed harder. "Aaaaagggghhhh. Ooooooohhhh!" He was breathing hard, and his knees nearly buckled as he ended up leaning on me a little, but he didn't fall. I gradually released the pressure. "Oooooooo ooo oo." "Stand up, Boy." He slowly straightened, took a deep breath and blew it out. His hands had stayed behind his back the entire time. I stood in front of him. "Good, Boy. You took that well!" I took the shorts off his head and tossed them over where his pants were, then ruffled his hair. "Thank you, Sir." He was still breathing a little fast. "Do you have a favorite tree in the woods over there?" "Yes. There's an old oak I especially like to sit under." "Go ask it what you need to do next." "Hunh?" "Go ask it what you need to do next," I repeated, "then see what thought pops into your head." He gave me a disbelieving look but started toward the woods. "Need your shoes?" "No, I walk around all the time out here without them." I watched, much taken as this hot, naked young man walked away from me in the moonlight. "And I don't want you to jack off while you're there!" I called after him. "Oh." Apparently he had had other plans. It took him longer than I expected. He finally emerged from the woods and walked rapidly toward me, his hard cock swinging widely as he walked. "What did you learn, David?" "It answered me. I thought you were putting me on, but it answered me. Wow!" He was amazed and pleased. "Tell me about it." "Well, I went to that oak and sat down and asked the question out loud, then I just sat and waited, listening real hard. Nothing. Then I asked again. And again. I think I was almost drifting off to sleep while I was trying to listen. Then it was like it spoke out loud to me - I really heard an answer. It said `You don't have to do it all tonight.' It was like some guy with a really deep voice sitting right next to me said it." "Did it feel like the right answer?" "You only registered for one night, so I wasn't sure." He thought for a bit. "It does feel right, though." "I could come back here Thursday if you wanted me to, and maybe after that, too, if you wanted." "That'd be great!" I liked his enthusiasm. I thought for a moment. I still wanted to do a little more tonight. "On you're knees here in front of me, David." He quickly stepped in front of me and sank to his knees. "Take my cock out of my pants." His reaction was a little slower for that. He finally reached up, found the buttons in my fly and started releasing them. When he had them all unbuttoned, he hesitated and licked his lips a couple of times before reaching in and gently pulling my half-hard cock free from it's confinement. "Bring my balls out, too." He again slowly reached in and found my balls and gently lifted them out and let them hang. He let go and sat back and looked at them in the moonlight. "Stroke my cock, Boy." Again he was slow, but he eventually reached up and grasped my cock relatively firmly and stroked slowly. It quickly went to its full size -- 9 inches long, slender, curving down a little toward the end. It was similar to his. Like that, Boy?" "Yes. It feels hot and hard and velvety all at the same time." "It feels good when you do that, Boy. Now stop stroking and just put the head of it in your mouth." He jerked back. A strangled "Nooo!" escaped his lips and he sank down and grabbed my ankles, sobbing. An anguished moan escaped his lips, "Nooooo, please, nooooo. I don't want to die! Not yet!!" I was totally confused. I knew my cock wasn't poisonous. He hadn't asked me to stop, but my request was clearly very upsetting to him. "That's OK, Boy. You don't have to do it. Stay where you are." I needed a little time to think. He quieted down a little but a sob shook his body from time to time. If nothing else I needed to piss, so I wet down his back and head. I made sure his hair was quite wet before I cut off the flow. I saved a little for later. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled up. "Stand up, David." He stood shakily in front of me, head upright but eyes downcast. I used my hand to press some piss out of his hair so it ran down his face. Again, I held my hand in font of his mouth and nose. "How does it smell, Boy?" A sniff. "Like urine." "Does it smell like yours?" I heard a couple of test sniffs. "Not quite." I put my hand back on his head. "I think you need to lick it out of your mustache, Boy." His breath got a little fast again, his eyes closed, and he shook his head slightly. I just waited this time. Finally his lips opened and his tongue made it as far as his lips. A few moments later it shyly reached up and touched the ends of a few of the hairs in his mustache. "Does it taste bad?" "Not really. Sort of like mine." I squeezed some more down his face, and on his own he licked more of it out of his mustache. We repeated this a few times, then I took hold of his head in both hands. "Look at me, David." He brought his eyes up to mine. I could see the fear. "What was that thing with my cock about?" "The dream." Oh, shit, I thought, that's why I hated using dreams. "The dream?" I asked. "It always ended with me choking to death with your hard penis shoved down my throat so I couldn't breathe." "Oh." I gave a big sigh. We maintained eye contact. I tried to both soften and intensify my gaze. "David, lots of men have had my cock in their mouth, and I have never, ever choked anyone to death. You are NOT going to be the first. I don't know what your dreams meant, but you can be sure you aren't going to die that way! Come here, pup." I pulled him to me and held him until he relaxed again. "Do you believe me?" "I--I think so." He sounded a little shaky. "It was always very vivid." "OK, let's try that again. We will stop any time you want. On your knees, Buddy." He again sank to his knees. "Hold my cock and look at me." He took hold of my cock gently and looked up into my eyes. "Remember what I said before, you can tell me to stop?" He nodded. "That applies to my cock, too, David. You tell me to stop, or if your mouth is full, push back on my legs, and I'll back up. OK?" He nodded again. "Now wrap your hands around the shaft so the head and just a little more is sticking out." He did that, getting a little stroking motion in before he was satisfied. "Now, can you put that much in your mouth?" He looked at it and got a little nervous -- I could feel his hands shaking -- but again he nodded. "OK, Boy, do it when you're ready." I'm glad I wasn't in a hurry, because he took his time, but he did it. "Good, Boy! I'm proud of you. That's really scary for you. Play with it with your lips and tongue." He started moving his tongue around a little, rubbing the sensitive bottom and then sort of bobbed on it a couple of times. "Good. Move up on it a little further when you're ready." He continued his tongue action and worked a little more into his mouth, maybe an inch more. Then he let go with his hands and tried to take more. He gagged and backed up. "Like the tree said, Boy, you don't have to do it all tonight." He continued to hold the head in his mouth, and his tongue was getting me fully hard again. "I want to do one more thing, Buddy, but you can say `No.'" He kept the head in his mouth and looked up into my eyes. "I didn't empty all my piss on your back. I want to do the rest in your mouth. There's not much and you don't have to swallow." He continued looking in my eyes with his lips wrapped around my cock. He was a hot sight, innocent and trusting, mostly. Finally he nodded just a little. "Did that mean `OK?'" He nodded again. "With my cock this hard it's going to take me a minute to relax. Hold very still." He did. It felt like it was taking forever, but gradually I relaxed enough so the little piss I had left started dribbling into his mouth. He jerked a little when it started, but held on. Finally a small flow, then it was over -- it was maybe a quarter of a cup. He looked up at me. "I think that's all there is, Boy." He carefully slid back off my cock, keeping his lips sealed as best he could. When he was completely off, he swallowed. "Good, Boy. Stand up." When he was standing in front of me, I pulled him into a hug. "That was excellent, David. I know how hard that was for you. You did very well tonight!" "Thank you." He whispered. "Now, I think we need a shower. You smell like piss." A little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. I had a feeling this boy hadn't laughed much in a long time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Comments are greatly appreciated. They are part of what keeps all the writers here on Nifty writing. If you like it, tell me. If you don't and can provide some constructive comments about why, I want to hear that, too. The story is mostly written, all 14 chapters, so suggestions for story lines are not likely to show up in this piece, though they might be included in another story later. 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Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 15:45:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Nick Carter Subject: no choice Dislaimers : Material not related to real people or events. It was 1 a.m., and the party at Aaron's house had ended. Everyone had either gone or was asleep someplace around the house; Aaron had snuck off into his room and was already asleep, lying on his bed wearing a sexy turtleneck jumper and those dark jeans which showed off his gorgeous bubble butt so well. I found him lying on his side, fast asleep. I lay on the bed next to him and gazed down at the fit little hunk. He was snoring lightly. I decided to take the risk. I began by having a good feel of that amazing arse. I ran my left hand over his buttocks, feeling their strength, and gave them a light squeeze. Aaron did not wake up. I felt the pertness of that fantastic bubble butt through the denim of the jeans, which was stretched so tightly over it. But it was Aaron's face which interested me the most. The little hunk was fast asleep, and I was going to have some fun. I used my index finger to trace around the rim of one of those great nostrils and felt the meatyness of his gorgeous nose, across the nostril rim and to the flesh of the septum. It turned me on to see his facial flesh responding to my touch as I stuck the finger further into his nostril, the nose bulging as my digit entered into the hunky face I had lusted over for so long. I decided to take a chance. I leaned in close, and could feel the stud's breath on my face. I was face to face with the sleeping hunk. I decided to explore that nose of his a little more. Tentatively, I used my tongue to explore the right nostril. Deep into his hunky nose I went, at the same time biting gently at the fleshy septum, sucking on it, tasting the manliness of this hunk, getting off on the fact that I was violating him. My mouth was full of his nose now and I was eating that manly flesh like my life depended on it. Then, I noticed something on his bedside table. something very interesting. The next day, I rang Aaron's doorbell. The sexy hunk answered it dressed only in a pair of boxers. Damn, he looked so fine. I came in. He had no idea about what had happened. I looked at that fleshy nose on his beautiful face as he talked, knowing that I had violated it hours ago. Then I told him what I had found on his bedside table; the evidence that he had been cheating on his girlfriend. He looked at me, those beautiful blue eyes wide with fear. "Please, mate," he said. "Don't tell her. Please. I'll do anything." "I think you know what I want," I said. He sighed. "Look," he said. "I'll make you a deal. You agree to shut up about this, and, for the next hour, my body is yours. OK?" I replied by running my hand confidently over that smooth, tanned chest of his. The hunk I had admired from a distance was now my toy. I pushed him down onto the sofa and lay on top of him. He was embarrassed; he was going red, and didn't know where to look. I started on his fit body, licking and sucking at his large brown nipples. These drew noises of pleasure from the stud - "that feels quite nice," he said nervously, trying to placate me and hoping that this would be as far as it went. I had other ideas. After licking his chest and beautiful abs all over, I kissed my way up his slender neck and arrived face to face with him. He smiled nervously. He knew what was about to happen, and had no choice. I had longed for years to kiss the thin lips of his cunt mouth. I was impressed at how much effort he put in - he was obviously trying to make a good show to keep me happy. I kept my eyes open, savouring every moment of this pleasure, as that fleshy nose rubbed against my face. I pulled out of the kiss and just played with his face for a bit. I could feel his hot bated breath on my face as I took that hunk nose in my mouth, sucking upon the fleshy septum, tasting the manly flesh of that meaty face, probing my eager tongue into his right nostril, exploring the inside of that gorgeous face. Below me, my hunk toy moaned in confusion and discomfort, but I was having too much fun to take any notice, and his moans only turned me on more. I moved down to his boxers, and quickly pulled them off as he half- heartedly protested. His lovely 6 inch cock hung loose, and the glory of his smooth pert arse was fully exposed. "Please," he said, looking uncomfortable, his sexy face screwed up. "Don't." "I'll do anything I like, bitch," I told him, and stuck a finger up his tight arse. He yelped, "No!" as it went in, and he squirmed in discomfort as I played around with that beautiful tight arse. I followed with a second finger, and then a third, gradually stretching that tight pucker. Aaron was wincing in pain, but as I worked up a rhythm on his prostate, his dick was hardening. I was fingering the horny little fucker! For the first time in his life, the stud who had made so many women cum by working their cunts with his sexy slender fingers, was now being made to squirm and moan as his amazing butt was worked. The poor straight hunk was feeling confused. His arse was being fingered, and it was turning him on. What the fuck was happening? He wasn't gay. This shouldn't be - oh fuck, now he was being tossed off as well! I gripped the shaft of his now erect dick and worked it, grinding against his prostate and tossing him off at the same time. It was really turning him on; he was leaking precum all over his sofa, and was moaning and groaning as the pleasure built up within him. It was turning me on to see the sexy straight fucker getting turned on by all of this, his meaty soccer stud body straining and bucking as the orgasm approached. As the head of his dick was glistening with precum, I quickly withdrew my fingers and stuck my own hard cock into his lovely smooth bubble butt arse. This drew a loud moan of pain from the helpless hunk as his ass was penetrated, and I continued to wank him off. "Please, no," he was groaning. "Don't fuck my arse." "Your tight arse feels great," I said, fucking him slowly, keeping the rhythm going and enjoying the whole feeling of fucking the straight stud. "You've fucked so many women. and now your pretty little arse is getting what it deserves, you meaty little faggot." I shoved two of the fingers that I had fingered him with up his nostrils, just to prove that I was in control. Increasing the tempo, I pounded his arse harder, pumped his shaft harder, and shook as the orgasm took hold. We both came almost at the same time, me flooding his virgin insides with my cum, him spurting his man juice over his sofa and carpet. As the orgasm subsided, I leaned down onto his muscular tanned back, kissing at the well-toned flesh, and smelling the sweet smell of victory. I had conquered the sexy stud. We sat next to each other, now both fully dressed. He was silent, and looked pensive, as if thinking deeply about something. His slender fingers played around at his sexy little face, rubbing against the lips of his cunt mouth, just under that fleshy hunky nose. "You okay?" I asked, feeling a little guilty about taking advantage of the hunk. "I'm fine," he said. He looked at me with those sexy blue eyes. "That felt quite good." "You liked having your ass played with?" I asked. He nodded. "But I'm not gay," he added. We both looked down at his bubble butt arse, which he couldn't help but show off, even when he sat down. The two spheres of his arse were stretching the dark denim of those jeans tight. I ran my hand over the arse, feeling the amazing shape of it. Then, he took hold of both of my hands and pushed me down onto the sofa, his face close to mine, his beautiful blue eyes staring into mine. He kissed me slowly, sensually, our tongues entangling and rubbing against each other. Aaron was very passionate and a very good kisser, I couldn't help but moan with delight as that beautiful face, pressed close to mine, was kissing me. I broke off the kiss to work his top off, and undo his sexy jeans. His massive 6 in dick sprang out, and I immediately went down on him. With his beautiful meaty fucktool in my mouth, I allowed the straight stud to get off on fucking my throat as he groaned with pleasure. I placed my hands on his bare arse and ground those taut buns, watching with delight as his well- defined abs contracted in time with his thrusts. After a few mintes, the little hunk trembled and shot his tasty juice into my mouth. 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Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:55:40 From: john smith Subject: WHAT GOES AROUND CUMS AROUND 2 WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Ostrich78@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. It in no way encourages or approves of the abuse of minors which is abhorrent. The author resides in San Diego and would be interested in meeting 18-25 year olds who like the story. PART 2 We had a fine meal, though I found it difficult to sit through it. We reminisced about his growing up and he entertained me with stories of college. At the end of the meal we went home and fell asleep together. The next morning was Saturday. Eric got up and did his usual 5 mile run followed by 200 pushups and sit ups. At the end of it all he was pumped up and glistening with sweat. I prepared breakfast while he was working out, and he enjoyed a big meal while still in his work out clothes. Then he went upstairs and stripped out of his sweaty clothes and dropped them on the floor and said "make sure those are clean tomorrow". He turned to go in the shower, hesitated, then told me to follow him. I have a large California style master bathroom with an enormous Jacuzzi type tub and a separate shower stall with two heads. It is set up with no curtain and has a really large area for showering. He stepped under the water then directed me to do the same. Then he handed me soap and a washcloth and had me wash him from head to toe. This gave me my first up close look at his 9" uncut cock and pendulous low hanging balls in some time. He had come a long way from when he was a teen! After washing him, he surprised me by doing the same. Of course, I was hard throughout the whole experience as was he. He gently pressed me down to my knees and had me blow him while the water cascaded down our bodies. Afterwards, I had to first dry him, then myself. Eric then announced that he had planned the whole day for us. We would rent a sailboat and go out on the bay for the day. He told me to pack sandwiches for 4 as well as drinks. I had already gotten up early and stocked the fridge with Heiniken as commanded, and I put 12 of these with the sandwiches. We then went down to the docks where, to my surprise, two of his old high school buddies were waiting for us, already on a boat. I had to pay for it with my credit card, then away we went. It was a glorious day for sailing as well as sunbathing. Eric and his friends had their shirts off. Both of these boys had matured since High School too. The first was named Matt. Matt spent more time at my house than at his own when he was growing up. Now, at age 21, he was working as a lifeguard and going to college. He had dark hair, a well developed chest and 6 pack, moderately hair legs, smooth body otherwise, and a deep lifeguard tan. The other one was named Frank. I knew less about Frank, but had always suspected that he was Eric's first lover. Frank was a slightly built boy of 19 with brown hair and a swimmer's build. He only stood about 5-4 and had a hesitant quality about him. I was snapped from this reverie when Eric said "Get me and my friends beers, Boy". I looked up in shock to notice that Matt and Frank were exchanging knowing glances: clearly the had been briefed on our domestic change of roles. "Yes Sir" I replied, quickly fetching them each a beer. The next hour was spent tacking and trimming the sails until we were off shore enough that there were not other boats around. At that point the boys stripped down completely and began to sunbathe. I enjoyed checking them out: Matt was uncut and looked to be a thin 7 inches; Frank was at most 6 and circumcised. I steered the boat over the next hour, then found I was getting incredibly hot. I put on the autopilot and went down and got myself a beer. I came back up and was standing looking at the gulls and the water when Eric said "What is that in your hand?". I replied "a beer, its hot". He then said "I think you mean it's a beer, its hot, SIR". I swallowed and said "Yes Sir". At this point Frank and Matt were getting interested and sat up and looked. Eric then said "its time, go below now". I complied, knowing I was about to get a beating, but at least glad that it was going to be down below where Frank and Matt might hear, but would not be watching. I was bent over the Galley sink and my shorts were dropped. The Jokari paddle then came out. I was still marked up from last night, so I knew this was really going to hurt. "SMACK" came the first blow: it felt full force. "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" rained the next 3. I moaned alout. "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" came the next four. The tears began to flow and I began to apologize and plead. "Please Sir, I didn't know I should not take a beer without permission... AAAGH...I will never..OOOOOOOOOH...do it again...AAAGH...I promise... PLEEEEESE SIR...I've learned my lesson". After about a five minute beating, he stopped and told me to take the sandwiches up on deck and serve the guests as well as myself. I looked down at my shorts, hoping I could cover my red ass with them, but he just shook his head. I then went on deck and proceeded to serve Frank and Eric. They both laughed when they saw my ass. Eric even gave it a couple of slaps. Frank said "Oh, Eric, can I do it next time". Eric laughed and said "maybe". The remainder of the afternoon was uneventful. I behaved, remembered to always ask permission, say sir, etc. We got back to the house at about 5PM. They set me to the task of putting away everything and getting them more beers. There was a game on so they were absorbed in watching that as I stood around like a servant. I complied dutifully. Then Frank turned off the TV. The others said "we were watching that, what are you doing?" Frank replied "It occurs to me that the boy did not address me or Matt as `Sir' today. Now as I recall, when we were all in high school we used to have to call him sir. Seems like a double standard". Matt chimed in "Yeah. Sure is. How come you let him do that?" while looking at Eric. Eric then said "It was a flaw in his upbringing. I think I have just the way to correct it". He then sent me off to "Get the sawhorse and the strap" which I did. I assumed, correctly, that he meant the razor strap that had been used on him. Just as I was coming down the stairs I heard him calling for a Pizza Delivery, and giving my name and credit card number. The Sawhorse was set up in the middle of the room, and I was forced to assume position over it. They did not bother with any duct tape this time. Eric then announced my punishment "You will receive 10 blows from Frank, 10 from Matt, then 10 from me. They will be spread out at one minute intervals. You will hold position or we will start again." Then it began. With a shit eating grin, Frank grasped the strap and swung it in the air "my old man used to use one of these on me, this is going to be cool". Then he struck the first blow as I gasped and said "thank you sir" assuming that this was the drill. He found this uproariously funny and struck as hard as he could on the second blow. Fortunately, he is not very big and even full force it was nothing like the paddling I took earlier. The 10 blows were completed right on schedule in 10 minutes. I was breathing fast and red faced, but had held it together: Frank just isn't that strong. With no respite at all, Matt stepped up. This suntanned, in shape, muscular lifeguard was a lot stronger than Frank. I knew the party was over. Matt held the strap, swung it through the air a few times, smiled at Eric and Frank, then let loose with a hard Blow "UUUG" I grunted: this really hurt. Then at precisely one minute, he swung again. "OOOOOH FUCK" I cried out. I spent the next 55 seconds contemplating what was coming next. The wait was worse than the pain. Well, not really but it made the pain worse. In between blows Matt was getting into his role. "How does it feel big guy? Do you like this? Too bad, I love it. I'm just getting warmed up". CRAAACK went the third blow and I started begging. "Please Sir, not so hard, I'm really sore... it huuuuurts..." He replied "Too bad" and just continued through the whole 10. I was a blubbering mess by the end of it. Then Eric stepped up and said "You have embarrassed me in front of my friends with your lack of respect. I am going to teach you a lesson you won't forget". Immediately, the first blow fell really hard. I screamed. Just then, the door bell rang. I thought "what the fuck, the neighbors are probably coming to check because of all the noise". I was wrong. It was the Pizza Delivery boy. I recognized him immediately. He has delivered to me before, and at just 18 was going to graduate this spring. I struggled to recall his name... just couldn't quite recall. He was a slightly built kid of about 5-9 with boyish good looks that made him appear about 16. He walked in, and immediately laughed "What is this?" he asked. "Stand up boy" Eric said. I stood and faced the pizza boy asking if he needed me to sign the credit card slip, which he did. He was dumbfounded as he looked at me, my hamburger like ass, and they guys who had been beating me. "This is so cool" he said. "Can I watch?" Eric replied "Better than that, you can give him the last eight. Just be sure you swing as hard as you can. BOY! Get back in position". I complied. It really couldn't get a lot worse from my perspective. The Pizza Boy than began. Since he was not told of the one minute between blows instruction, he just gave me about four a minute for two minutes. He was a lot stronger than he looked. Either that, or I was just pretty tender. In any case, I made an ass of myself begging him to stop. Then Eric had me stand up, and he said to the Pizza Boy "Hey, how much of a tip did he give you?" The boy replied "Two bucks, kind of cheap". Eric said "Is there something you might rather have?" Pizza Boy then grabbed his crotch and said "Yeah, I haven't shot a load for a week, I want him to suck my cock". Eric snapped his fingers once and pointed. I went in front of the boy and knelt before him. He dropped his pants and boxers in one move: "Jesus Christ" I thought: he's bigger than Eric. This 5-6 skinny smooth kid who still looked like he was 16 had a thick 9 plus tool. His dick was already throbbing. "Lick my balls, asshole" he said. I hurried to comply, and I was rock hard before my tongue even touched him. Imagine an enormous thick perfectly shaped circumcised cock with a mushroom head hanging down from a boyish flat abdomen with no trail and only light pubic hair. Under it all are 2 enormous low hanging balls. I began by licking around his balls, then, with difficulty, got one in my mouth and began to roll my tongue around it. Then I did the butterfly tongue maneuver and he moaned and said "Yeaaah". I then switched to the other ball and repeated the process. He again moaned "FUCK...now suck my dick bitch". I moved to his cock, gradually kissing my way up to the head which I then swirled with circular motions of my tongue. He moaned then said "SUCK IT". I then took the massive cock in my mouth. He took over from there face fucking me while I gagged, then pulled out and ejaculated at least five squirts of his boy cum all over my face, hair, and chest. Eric then ordered me to "thank the man" for his gift. I replied "thank you sir for the gift of your cum". "Any time cocksucker" was his reply as he zipped up. As I knelt there, covered in cum with a sore ass, I was vaguely aware of an exchange between Eric and the "pizza boy". I didn't hear much, but something passed between them and I heard Eric say "talk to ya later Mark". TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 17:35:54 -0600 From: J Wray Subject: Freeing David - 4 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or real circumstances is purely coincidental. The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M) scenes. If you object to such content or are not of a legal age for your jurisdiction to read them, please exit now. I want to express my appreciation to my proofreaders/editors, c lee and w1nner, for their help in making this a more readable story. It is amazing how many wrong words new sets of eyes can find and how a new ear can recast a phrase so it is much better. The author retains the copyright. Do not distribute without written permission. Freeing David 4 By the time I finished my shower the charcoal had been started. I accepted his offer of a beer, and he got one for each of us. "I don't usually have beer here. I'm sure my father sneaks in when I'm at work and snoops around. He'd have a fit if he found alcohol." "Where did you learn to like it?" "Some of the guys at the restaurant talked me into trying it. Actually, it wasn't that hard, I already wanted to." "No voices on that one?" "Well, over a period of several weeks I'd gotten to know those guys through work and they seemed pretty level headed. We'd sit and drink coffee after the restaurant closed, so I'd even gotten to know them socially a little. It was mostly the 'Don't drink alcohol!' voice that night, and that one isn't as strong as the 'Don't trust people' voice. I didn't get many lectures on that." We talked about his commuting to a nearby small college for two years and finally, after he "really threw a fit," as he put it, his parents let him attend the state University last year. He would be a senior in the fall. As we talked he was sitting straight up on his chair; I was leaning back and relaxing. "How's your back?" He twitched it and smiled a little. "It feels like I have a really really bad sunburn." "It'll be sore for a couple of days, maybe more, but I can do something that will help. It'll hurt a lot, but it'll feel better by the time we eat dinner and won't even be sore tomorrow. It's up to you." "Like what?" He was looking at me suspiciously. "Have you pissed yet?" "Yes, it's in a jar on the back step." He looked even more suspicious. "I have an herbal concoction from an old shaman. I add that to your urine and then I put it on the . uhh . affected area. It really really hurts for ten or 15 seconds, then stings for another minute or so, then it's mostly over." "Let's try it." I tilted my head toward the door and we went through the cabin and out the back door. I looked around for my bag. "It's back inside, Sir." He looked very pleased with himself. "Thank you, Boy. That was very thoughtful." I went back inside to find the little vial I needed then I went out and sat on the step beside his jar and added ten drops of the fluid to his urine. It turned green. "OK, David, go hold on to the clothesline post like you did before." He assumed the position and I stood behind him admiring my handiwork. His back was an angry red but only a few places were actually bruised enough so they'd show color for more than a day or so. "Here we go, Boy." I poured a little into my palm and very gently coated part of his back with it. I repeated that several times, covering all the red areas. I set the jar back on the porch and went and stood in front of him putting my hands on top of his, to hold them down. "How's it feeling, Boy?" "It just felt wet to begin with, but it's starting to sting a little." "It'll get much worse. Look at me and keep breathing if you can." We looked into each others' eyes. Soon he was breathing harder and twitching. "Oh, oooh. Oh! OOOH! Aaaagh! AAAAAA!!" He was breathing hard now, and twisting this way and that. The pressure of my hands was the only thing reminding him to hang on to the crossbar. "Ohhh Shit! OHHH SHIT!!" He was getting louder and less coherent. Tears were streaming down his face. Finally he just closed his eyes and screamed. He was trying hard to pull his hands from under mine, but I wouldn't let him. I knew it would be worse if he rolled on the ground. Then, abruptly, he began to calm down, although he was still breathing hard and twitching a little. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "You OK, Boy?" "That hurt like hell, Sir! A thousand wasp stings might have felt better." He was still panting a little. We stood and looked at each other for a while longer. "Ready to let go of the bar now?" He nodded. I let go and he dropped his hands from the bar. "You were right, that really hurt!" He looked thoughtful; "It's just a strong tingle now." "By the time dinner is ready you may be willing to lean back in the chair." "Wow! That's amazing stuff. What else does it work on?" I tilted my head and lifted an eyebrow. "What's it feel like on normal skin?" "It tingles a little, but that's about it. Anywhere in particular you were wondering about?" He blushed deeply. I grinned. "Go ahead, Boy, say it." "I . I . I was wondering . what it would feel like on my balls, Sir." I grinned. "I'm willing to try if you are, Boy. I think for that we'll tie you down, though, just in case." Actually, I'd tried that before, and for sensitive skin like a scrotum it burned a lot, but not like on his sensitized back. Cock heads and assholes were off limits. He looked thoughtful. "Maybe later." "Brave man!" He grinned. ..... We checked, and the charcoal was ready. He brought out four thick meat patties and put them on the grill. "Like to eat out here?" he asked. "Sure." He brought out dishes that had apparently been stacked and ready, and I noticed the table had been wiped down this afternoon, too. He got the table set the way he wanted it and we stood and talked for a while, both of us still naked. He was monitoring the patties closely. Finally, "I think those are ready to be turned over. If you'll do that I'll bring out the rest of the stuff." I flipped the hamburgers and he appeared with all the rest. He put buns on the grill to toast and when everything was ready moved them and the patties to a plate. We sat at the picnic table with a great summertime feast in front of us. When we started eating I discovered that it was almost all home made. "This is great." I told him. "I hadn't expected a home cooked meal. Where did you learn to cook?" "My mother taught me a little, and I have a cooking job at that restaurant. I've learned a lot from that." "I'd say you're doing very well, David. You could get a job as a cook anyplace." We continued to talk about his courses and what he wanted to do when he finished. He was quite aware that all the stuff his family had been feeding him about being careful and not trusting anyone was causing him problems in more than his sex life. When the meal was over, I complimented him, "Thank you, David. That was a great dinner." The bright smile my compliment evoked reminded me he had gotten few if any at home. "I'm really glad you liked it. I thought it might be . might be too simple." "Simple can be great, David. Never forget that and never apologize for it." We sat in a companionable silence for a minute or so, then at the same time we decided it was time to clear the table and take things back inside. Ice cream, we agreed would come later. While I was helping him wash the dishes I asked, "How did you get so comfortable with being gay and the S&M stuff?" "S&M?" "Liking someone to cause you pain, frequently in a sexual setting." "It was really odd. The preacher, my parents, everyone constantly said homosexuality was an unforgivable sin. I heard that almost daily from when I was a little kid - maybe starting right after Uncle David visited. I knew I wanted sex with men and was totally fascinated by the . S&M . part, too. I used to pray and pray for God to fix me. Then one day, about a year after I graduated from high school, I was out here with my parents. I was sitting under . Oh my God!" "What?" "I was sitting under that same oak tree." "Good." "Well, I was sitting there praying for things to change. I was desperate. Then a deep, clear voice said. 'There's absolutely nothing wrong with you, David. You're praying for the wrong thing.' And it called me 'David.' In my gut and mind it felt totally right. I absolutely knew, with no questions at all, that I was OK. I felt occasional guilt twinges for a while after that, but then I'd remember the voice and everything would be fine. Except for the 'You can't trust anybody.' problem, that is." "So, that was. let's see. three years ago?" "Yes. I felt a lot better after that. I had the energy to do more things. I realized I was smart enough to go on to college and enrolled in the community college in Jack's Creek that fall. My parents were pissed, but I stood up to them for a change. "I still let my parents dominate me too much but I think that changed a little yesterday. You've helped me take another big step toward freedom." He turned and hugged me so hard it squeezed the breath out of me. I held him for a while, and when he backed up, his eyes were misty. "Thank you, Michael." I winked at him. "You're welcome." When we'd finished the dishes he looked down and sort of shuffled his feet, like a little kid who's embarrassed about something. "I bought condoms." "Is that a hint?" "A request, actually. I've dreamed about getting penetrated . uuuh . fucked for a long time." "We'll see what happens. Have fun buying them?" "It was embarrassing." "Tell me about it." "After I got off work last night I drove to Sterling, almost as far as Centerville, where they have an all night drug and grocery store. I think I was the only customer in the store at that point, and one of the clerks showed up as soon as I stopped at the condom display. He was cute, too. And maybe he was flirting. "He asked 'Can I help you find something?' "I didn't know what to say. 'Uuuuuuu . they're not all the same?' " 'They vary in size and thickness. What size do you need?' I must have turned 27 different shades of red. Then I made it worse. 'They're not for me, actually.' " 'OK. what size does your boyfriend need?' I must have added another 20 shades of red at that point. He realized he was embarrassing me more than he wanted, I guess. " 'Sorry, I was teasing. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Well, not much anyway.' and he smiled at me. "I finally stammered out. 'I guess he's about the same size I am.'" "Flattery will get you everywhere." I told David. He grinned. " 'If you're long and slender these are the best, short and broad, try these.' I was glad you and I were sort of alike in that department and I opted for 'long and slender'. I grabbed some and turned toward the front of the store. " 'Sir, you may need this, too.' and he handed me some lubricant. " 'Oh, sure. Thanks.' I told him. He was being so matter of fact about it that I was relaxing a little. " 'And there's something over here you may want to consider.' He led me to the aisle where the enema stuff was. He handed me one of the prepackaged bottles. 'Not everyone uses these first, but it may make things more comfortable. You may or may not want it.'" David shrugged. "Anyway, I got three." "Did the same guy run the check out stand?" "Yes, and as I was leaving he said, 'Have fun!' I blushed again, but overall it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." "Was it a fun trip?" "In retrospect it was sort of fun. It's the first time I openly acknowledged anything about sex with men. And really, all I did was not deny I had a 'boyfriend'." "And your world didn't end?" "No. I was amazed." He laughed. "You took a big step, David." "It felt huge. Then on the way home I was really . I felt lighter. A lot lighter!" He tilted his head at the door. "Shall we go back outside? It's still nice out there." I took him by the shoulders and backed him against an open space on the wall and lodged my forearm against his throat under his chin and forced his head up. I pressed hard enough to restrict his breathing, but not too much. His breathing sped up and got a little erratic, but I had the feeling it was mostly from anticipation. His hands were against the wall beside his butt. "I want to play some more, Boy." I told him in my lowest voice, almost growling. "I'm yours, Sir, but I'm really full at the moment." His voice was strained by the pressure I was putting on his throat. His eyes were on mine. With my left hand I reached for his cock and found it plump and getting harder by the minute. "Does that mean you'd prefer to wait a while?" I pressed a little harder. He got a little nervous, but he still didn't protest. Not bad considering he had dreamed about me choking him to death just a few days before. "Yes, Sir." he whispered, "but I'll do whatever you want." "What if I pressed harder?" I flexed my arm a little so he knew for sure what I meant. "I'd get scared, Sir, but I'd try to hold still for you, Sir." "You're a very brave man, David." "Thank you, Sir." I did press a little harder, and slowly stroked his cock as I did so. His eyes stayed on mine while his breathing got even shallower. He didn't move his hands, he didn't struggle. "Good, Boy!" I lightened the pressure to almost nothing. "What should we do while our meals settle, Boy." "Maybe we could walk down to the river, Sir." His voice was still a little strained. "Want to do that naked, Boy?" "I've never done that, Sir, but if you tell me to, I will." His eyes were still on mine, both trust and pride showing clearly. "It's a rocky trail, so we will want shoes." "Tell you what, Boy, if you get down on your hands and knees and bring me my leather jock, the condoms and lube, I'll let you wear shoes." I dropped my arm from his neck. "Yes, Sir." He dropped to his hands and knees and headed to the bathroom where my jock was and disappeared around the corner. He soon reappeared with my jock over his head and the condoms and lube held carefully in his mouth. I didn't think he'd managed to do all that without using at least one hand, but I hadn't told him not to, either. He stopped in front of me like an obedient dog, and waited for my next command. "Like the smell of my jock, Boy?" He didn't try to answer verbally, but nodded his head. "OK, give me the stuff." He did not use his hands but held his head up to let me pull the jock off and take the stuff from his mouth. I put the condoms and lube on the table while I put my jock on. "OK, Boy, get up, find our shoes and let's take a hike." "Yes, Sir." He got quickly to his feet and brought me my boots and found his shoes. From the grin on his face, he was probably having as much fun as he'd ever had. I handed him the condoms and lube and we started out. The path down to the river was steep and rocky but not too difficult. I wouldn't have wanted to slip and slide on my bare butt, and David apparently felt the same way. We moved carefully but still got to the bottom fairly quickly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Yup, two chapters right together, but don't expect that to continue. My partner and I will be out of town for a little over a week now, so the next chapter won't be posted until early December. We hope you have a great holiday. Comments are greatly appreciated. They are part of what keeps all the writers here writing. If you like it, tell me. If you don't and can provide some constructive comments about why, I want to hear that, too. 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Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 09:52:18 -0600 From: J Wray Subject: Freeing David - 3 This is chapter 3 of Freeing David in Gay Male/Authoritarian. Thanks. ...................... This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or real circumstances is purely coincidental. The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M) scenes. If you object to such content or are not of a legal age for your jurisdiction to read them, please exit now. I want to express my appreciation to my proofreaders/editors, c lee and w1nner, for their help in making this a more readable story. It is amazing how many wrong words new sets of eyes can find and how a new ear can recast a phrase so it is much more interesting. The copyright is retained by the author. Do not distribute without written permission. Freeing David 3 I arrived at David's cabin a few minutes late. David was pulling weeds but it looked more like he was just trying to occupy time. He stood up and approached as I got out the car. He was nervous but not nearly as bad as when he had first come to my room. "Hello, David. Glad to find you here." He looked a trifle miffed. "I said I would be." "I believed you, but mothers have a special guilt generating technique they like to use." "She tried, but it didn't work this time. It upset her, too." The corners of his mouth twitched. He was amused and pleased. "How are the voices?" "Pretty persistent, but they have turned off a couple of times when I concentrated on it. They got louder over the last hour when I ran out of things to do and was just waiting for you." He took a breath and moved closer to me, but his inexperience was making him shy about doing anything. "Come here, pup." He looked at me with a slightly quizzical expression, but moved closer, then he did what I'd done to him that first night - he put his hand flat over my heart. He relaxed a little, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Quieter?" "Much." "What do you want to do now?" He hesitated. "Go ahead, ask. People aren't mind readers." "Could you just hold me?" I put my arms around him and pulled him close. Slowly, like he wasn't sure he should, he put his arms around me and pulled me closer still. As we stood there I felt his shoulders relax and his breathing even out. Eventually he pulled back just a smidgen. "Thank you," he whispered and I kissed him on the forehead and let go. "You're welcome, David. Each time you face down those fears it'll get easier." "I hope so. I was getting pretty desperate before you got here." He backed up a little. "Was my father watching?" "Yeah, just like you said he would. Right around 5:00, Matt drove by in a car like yours, and he looks a lot like you from a distance. Your father followed, just as I predicted. At this very moment, your father is headed to a gay AA meeting in Centerville." "Centerville? That's 50 miles away, and it doesn't seem like the kind of place there'd be a gay group of any sort." "Well, there will be one tonight. The plan goes something like this, David. Matt will park near the door and go into a storefront building and your father will probably park about a block away to watch. He'll have no idea what you're doing, but then Rafe, another friend of mine, is going to walk up to your father's car. He'll tell him he knows it's really hard to walk into a meeting alone the first time. Your father will protest, but Rafe won' t take 'No' for an answer and gets him to go in, too. Rafe has real charm and it's very hard to turn him down. There'll be about 15 men there. Matt will be in the restroom until the meeting starts, so your father won't know it wasn't you in the car until it's too late to leave without causing a commotion, and we know your father wouldn't like to do that. Eventually he' ll figure out every one there is gay. "After the meeting, they'll go out for coffee, and again Rafe will persuade your father to go along. You're right, he's a wimp and will find it impossible to say 'No.' When they finally get back to your father's car, Raf e will get in to 'talk for a while,' as he'll put it. Your father won't be able to stop that either. Rafe is very good at getting people to tell him their deepest secrets. He's very warm and friendly and likes to touch a lot. >From what you've said, that'll keep your father quite nervous, but he may find he likes it, especially if he's deprived at home like you were." "I've never even seen my parents hug. " David interjected. "I'd be willing to bet that by the evening's end Rafe will lean over and kiss your father's ear while he cradles his crotch with his big hand. Who knows what'll happen then?" David was looking incredulous. "My father? He'll scream, leap out of the car and run." Then he laughed a little. "I'd love to see it. What time will he get back here?" "Late, and he'll probably just go home. Even if he came down that secondary road he wouldn't be able to find your lane." David looked at me, his eyebrow raised. "The entrance is sort of hidden at the moment." I explained. "Oh?" "I have some tricks I use when prudence dictates." "So you're sure we won't have visitors tonight?" "No one is coming in on that road, at least." "So we can be wild and reckless?" He looked like a little kid with a BIG dessert. I grinned at him. "If that's what you want." He sank to his knees in front of me, looked at my crotch and then up into my eyes. "May I?" "Sure, if that's what you want to do." It was apparently exactly what he wanted to do. With no hesitation he reached up and unbuttoned my fly and reached in and gently pulled my cock and balls out. He held onto my cock while he licked my balls and sucked them into his mouth one at a time. Then he sat up a little more and looked at my cock straight on before he took the head in his mouth and started licking and playing with it, gradually letting it slide into his mouth. By this time it was showing its appreciation for the attention by plumping up and stretching to its full length. David gradually let it slide in until it touched the back of his throat. He held still for several seconds, getting used to the feel, then he eased forward a little, then a little more. He had at least two inches to go, but he backed off and tongued it some more before again easing it back to his throat. "If you want to take more of it, take a deep breath through your nose and think of your throat being relaxed and open." I coached. He got a little further that time, maybe only another inch to go. He backed off, tongued it and caught his breath and started the journey again. He was close, but he wanted more. He backed off again, playing, so I started thrusting into his mouth gently. He grabbed my legs in panic before he realized I wasn't moving deeper, I was just moving. When he started forward again I held still and let him set the pace. This time his nose touched my pubs, but his lips weren't quite at the base. He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, forcing the issue. It worked, my cock slipped all the way in, but he started to gag and backed off quickly. He still held it in his mouth, though. I grabbed his hair and pulled up gently. "Come up here, Boy." He reluctantly let go of my cock and stood up. I hugged him. "That was very good, David. Much more of that I'd have cum, and I don't want to do that yet." I tousled his hair. "After those dreams, I know that took a lot of courage." "I wanted to swallow you like you did me yesterday, but it scared the shit out of me. I spent most of today convincing myself that I could." "You did it very well. I'm proud of you, David." That got a real smile from him, and I could see the pride in his eyes. He had a great smile. "I panicked when you started thrusting until I figured out you weren't going any deeper. I want more practice." He grinned. "We'll get around to that." He eased my equipment back into my pants. I wasn't sure whether he just wanted to touch it some more or if he wanted me to be more comfortable, but he licked his lips while he did it. He was having fun. "Are you hungry? I have hamburgers, buns, pasta salad, baked beans and ice cream." "That sounds great, but I'm not especially hungry yet, are you?" "I usually eat later." "I want to hurt you some more, David." "Yes." He looked directly at me, anticipation and fear competing in his eyes. "You can say no, you can ask me to stop." "I know, but." a hesitation, then a look of determination, "I want it, too. I have ever since I saw Uncle David's back and butt that morning." "Take your shirt off." He stripped his shirt off over his head and tossed it to a lawn chair then stood quietly in front of me. I played with his tits, just teasing them, mostly, but every so often pinching hard enough to make his breath catch. I ran the backs of my fingers up and down his hard stomach, tickling the trail of hair that headed down into his pants. Then I sank to my knees and did for him what he'd done for me earlier. He loved it. His cock was fully hard by the time I got it out of his pants and shorts. I slowly deep throated him. It didn't take long before his balls started to pull up, getting into firing position. I stopped and stood up. "You have nice toys to play with, David. They taste good, too." I eased him back into his pants. He was panting a little and blushed. "Thank you." A big sigh, "God, this is wonderful!" "There's a black leather bag in the back seat of my car. Bring it into the cabin for me." "OK." I went into the cabin to wait by one of the chairs, but David must have run most of the way, because he was there almost as soon as I was. Anticipation was definitely winning. I rummaged in the bag and brought out my bag of clothespins. I got out two, stood in front of him and used the wooden tips to tease his tits for a while. "This is going to hurt, Boy." "Yes." He didn't seem to mind being called Boy at all. I gently pinched his right tit into a mound of flesh and put the jaws across a good part of it, not just the nub. He flinched a little as I let the full power of the spring take over. I did the same to his left tit, and he groaned slightly. He made no attempt to remove them, but his posture slumped a little. He and I made eye contact and just stood there. Soon he was standing straight again. "OK, Boy, go stand by the clothesline post and wait for me." He nodded and left by the back door. I stripped, got my black leather vest and jock out of the bag and put them on. Then I put my boots back on and followed David with my bag. He looked a little surprised at my attire, but again that little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He liked what he saw. I stood in front of him and flicked the clothespins from side to side. He gasped but held still. "The voices?" I asked. "Silent." "You happy?" "There's more, isn't there?" "Yes." A real smile, "Yes, I'm happy." "Take your pants off." He stripped off his shorts, put them on the other side of the post and stood in front of me. The clothespins had been on long enough to have their desired effect. "Take'm off, Boy." I said, pointing at his tits. He reached up with both hands and released the pressure on both at the same time, gasping as the blood rushed back into the pinched flesh. I added to his pleasure by massaging them. He gasped again, flinching and twisting a little. After the feeling was closer to normal he just enjoyed my touch, at least he did until I started pinching harder and harder. His smile faded into a look of determination, but there was an undercurrent of happiness even then. "I think it's time to up the ante a bit, Boy." "Yes, Sir." "You need to piss or shit?" A flicker of a smile. "Not at the moment. Are you going to change that?" "Not now, but you may have given me an idea. Face the pole and put your hands out toward the ends of the T." "Yes, Sir." He assumed the position. I stroked his back from shoulders to butt and back again using my fingertips and fingernails. He let out a sigh and moved into my touch. "Want me to tie your hands to the crossbar?" "Yes, please, Sir." Good. He was trusting me more. This time I tied them firmly. He was not going to get loose without my help. When I was finished, he pulled on them, and when they didn't give, he pulled hard. "That OK, Boy?" "Very much so, Sir." I stood in front of him, a little to one side of the post, and played with the hair on his chest and stomach. Without warning I slipped my hand inside his shorts and grabbed his balls firmly. "Uuuh!" He jerked back a little in surprise. Logically he had to know the briefs were not any real protection, but still the invasion emphasized his delicious vulnerability. We looked into each other's eyes and I saw real trust now. I winked, moved behind him and pulled the back of his briefs down, hooking it under his ass cheeks. I slid my hand down his back and let my middle finger slide into his crack, poking and probing between the sweaty mounds until I found his tight little pucker. I really wanted to emphasize his helplessness to see how far his trust went. I gently rubbed across it a few times then centered my finger and thrust. It was sweaty enough to slide in as far as the second knuckle. "Aahh!!" It may have been a little uncomfortable, but mostly he was surprised. I jerked my finger out, grabbed the waistband of the shorts and tore them straight down the back. They didn't fall down his legs, but they were out of my way. I pulled his left cheek to the side, found his pucker again with my right middle finger and thrust in as far as I could go. "Oooof!" I wiggled my finger and turned my hand to find his prostate. "Oh, God!" he almost whimpered. I jerked the finger out, stepped in front of him and held it under his nose. In the process I discovered why his shorts hadn't fallen down - they were hooked on his fully erect cock. "What's this smell like, Boy?" He sniffed. "My asshole, Sir." "You've smelled it before, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." he dropped his gaze, embarrassed. "You like it, Boy?" "It's . it's a turn on, Sir." "Is that why you're hard, Boy." I freed his cock from the tattered briefs and played with him. "No, Sir. That's because of the way you're . manhandling me. That's really., well, really hot." He knew a lot of the slang, he just wasn't comfortable using it. "I'm glad you like it, Boy. Want to lick my finger?" His eyes met mine again. "No, Sir, but if you tell me to, I will." "Good, Boy. I want you to tell the truth. Since you did, I won't make you lick it; I'll just rub it in your mustache so you'll remember where my finger was." I rubbed and rotated my finger under his nose, and he even pushed his head toward it a little, and sniffed. "Thank you, Sir." I got one of the floggers out of my bag and draped it across his shoulder. "Like the smell of leather, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." He turned so he could smell it even through the scent I'd left on his mustache. "I'm going to be using these a lot. It'll feel pretty good for a while, but eventually it will start hurting. You know you can stop me." "Yes, Sir." I pulled the flogger slowly back across his shoulder and let the tails slither down his back. He shivered slightly. Then I started some very light strokes on his back and butt. He sighed, spread his legs for better balance and thrust his butt out a little. "Good." I started flogging his back and butt, gradually building up the force. When everything was a nice, uniform red, I stopped, hung the flogger over his shoulder again and stepped in front of him. He took a deep breath and blew it out. That was the most noise I'd heard from him. I turned his head to the side so we could see each other's eyes. "You doing OK, Boy?" "Yes, Sir!" "It's stinging, isn't it?" "Yes, Sir. I can take more, Sir." "Good. One of the reasons we came out here was so you could make noise if you wanted to. Remember?" "Yes." "I'm going to use a heavier flogger this next round, and it's going to hurt more. I want you to make some noise, let some of that pain out. Fake it if you have to, but I want to hear you." "Yes, Sir." I drug the flogger I had been using off his shoulder and found the next one in the bag. With the tails in one hand and the handle in the other I draped it in front of his face and pulled his head back and turned it a little and bit his ear lobe hard enough to hurt. "Aaa!" "That's the idea, Boy. I want to hear it." I kissed his ear, let go of the tails and again let them slither down his back as I backed up. This time his back was more sensitive, and he flinched. I started lightly but was soon back to where I had been before I'd switched floggers. I started a different rhythm, four light ones and a heavy one on alternate sides of his back. He started making little grunting sounds. "I want to hear more, Boy." On the heavy strokes he started making short, muted sounds." "aaa. aaa. aaa." Then I startled him with a much harder one. "Aaaaaa!!" and the sounds were genuine. "That's it, Boy. Yell the pain out." I dropped the intensity back and slowly worked it higher and higher, and he kept making real sounds - not too loud, but real. I stopped. "Good, Boy." I stepped up to him and drug my fingernails down his back hard enough to briefly leave white lines in the red. "Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh!!" He was panting hard now. "Goooood." I moved to face him. "That's what I like to hear, Boy." "Yes, Sir. I was surprised, Sir." He swallowed a couple of times. "May I have some water, Sir?" "Sure." I went in the cabin and got a bottle for each of us from the refrigerator and took them outside and stood close behind him. I opened mine and drank noisily so he would hear it. Then I poured the rest of it down his back, starting at one shoulder and moving across to the other so that several streams of cold water were running across his burning skin. He jumped, "AAAAAaaaa!! Shit!! AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" futilely trying to escape the cold. "Good!! Would you like some water to drink, too, Boy?" "Yes, Sir!" When I stepped in front of him he had a glint in his eye, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and he watched me warily as I opened the second bottle and held it so he could drink. I managed to spill a little down his front when he finished, but he couldn't be sure that wasn't an accident. I suspected a playful side of David was peering out from behind the screens of repression and had the feeling I might pay for my little trick later. If so, it was well worth it. "Thank you, Sir." We locked eyes for a few seconds. "I want you to feel the earth beneath your feet, Boy. Feel your roots in the earth." He closed his eyes, searching for those feelings. "Feel earth energy moving up through your body and out the crown of your head." He relaxed a little and stretched a little taller. "Now feel the energy of the universe coming in from above. Feel it flow through your body and out your feet into the earth." He nodded slightly. Finally he opened his eyes and connected with me again. "That feels good. I like that, Sir." "It flows all the time, Boy, unless we block it. You just have to be open to it." "Mmmm." He looked a little dreamy. "I'd like to do one more round, Boy. You up for that?" "Yes, Sir!" The look of determination came back, now intermingled with pride. "Good. I'm proud of you, Boy. You're tougher than I thought." He wasn't surprising me at all, actually, but I suspected he'd never plumbed the depths of this side of himself. His eyes revealed his pleasure at being praised. "OK, Boy, here we go. I want to hear you this time." "Yes, Sir!" As I moved behind him he spread his feet a little and I think he looked a little taller. I picked up a still heavier flogger, one with hard tails so the edges felt pretty sharp on a sensitive back. Again I caught it by the tails and looped it in front of his mouth to pull his head back. "This is going to hurt, Boy, and I want to hear you yell out that pain." "Yef, Fiir." I let go of the tails and again let them slide down his back. He inhaled sharply and went back to his stance. This time I started with a very firm stroke. "AAAAaaa!!" It wasn't put on, but he still wasn't letting go. I went to the four and one pattern again, but with a little more force. Finally he started letting go on the hard strokes. "AAAAAaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!! .. AAAAAAaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhh! .. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa!!" I kept hitting harder and he was finally really yelling, almost roaring. He was totally involved in the experience, not holding back, not embarrassed, not analyzing. He was totally present in the moment, totally present with the pain. It was enough. I stopped. I was really sweating, and so was he. After a few moments of silence he started sobbing. I stepped in front of him. "Get ready, Boy. I'm going to release your hands." He leaned on the post and I pulled on the ropes untying the quick release knots I always use. When his hands dropped, I turned him and pulled him to me using his lower back where the skin was untouched. He leaned into me and wrapped his arms around me and started crying harder. I led him a few steps to some grass. "We're going to lay down, Boy." He let go and went down on his hands and knees while I lay down on my back in the grass. I pulled him over on top of me; his head ended up on my chest. He was totally mine for the moment. I put one hand on his lower back and the other on the back of his head and whispered, "It's OK, David, let it all out. Let go of all that pain." His body was wracked with sobs, and he clung to me tightly. I encouraged him once in a while, "It's OK, Boy, let it out." Finally the main storm passed, smaller sobs still shaking him occasionally. I whispered, "I'm proud of you, David. You did very well." That set off another round, but quieter this time. Finally he raised his head and looked at me. "Sorry." "Don't be. You did something very important. You let go of a lot of pain, and you trusted me to take care of you. I'm glad I could be here for you." "Thank you." He made a little attempt at a smile, but that wouldn't work yet. He laid his head back on my chest for a few minutes more. "Will it be. like that a lot?" "I don't know, David. Sometimes you need to get rid of old anger and fear and pain, and when you feel very safe it comes out that way. Other times you won't believe how erotic it'll feel and how horny you'll get. It'll feel like your cock must be shooting fire when you cum." Who knew what he'd be like with other men, but I had a feeling a real gem was being revealed as he let go of his reservations. He raised his head again and looked at me a little shyly with a small grin. "Your chest is a real mess, maybe you should go take a cold shower." "If I have to do that, you may pay for it later, Boy." He looked thoughtful, but there was amusement behind it. "Well, maybe you can have a little hot water." "Yeah, like you had a lot of it to offer, Boy." I teased him back. He smiled. "While you do that I'll start the grill and maybe we can have a beer while we wait for the coals to get ready." He got up and helped me to my feet. When I was upright, he hugged me fiercely. "Thank you, I really wanted that." "You're welcome, David. You're a special man; you deserve to get what you want." "There are clean towels in the bathroom." He pushed me in that direction, but not before I saw a hint of moisture in the corner of his eye again. I saw him head toward his shorts. "Stay naked, Boy." He looked up, a little surprised. "Yes, Sir." "Oh, and when you have to piss, do it in a jar and save it." From his expression I gathered he wasn't expecting a pleasant use for it. Little did he know what was in store. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Comments are greatly appreciated. They are part of what keeps all the writers here writing. If you like it, tell me. If you don't and can provide some constructive comments about why, I want to hear that, too. The story is mostly written, so suggestions for story lines are not likely to show up in this piece, though they might be included in a later one. Comments can be sent to. jwray000@ameritech.net

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Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 18:22:39 -0600 From: J Wray Subject: Freeing David - 2 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or real circumstances is purely coincidental. The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M) scenes. If you object to such content or are not of a legal age for your jurisdiction to read them, please exit now. I want to express my appreciation to my proofreaders/editors, c lee and w1nner, for their help in making this a more readable story. It is amazing how many wrong words new sets of eyes can find. The copyright is retained by the author. Do not distribute without written permission. Freeing David - 2 It was a tiny shower with an equally tiny hot water heater. David insisted I go first, watching openly as I stripped. I was about an inch taller than he was, with brown hair and a moustache, maybe thirty pounds heavier, and it was, well. mostly muscle, though no washboard stomach. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he'd gotten hard just watching me, so I knew he liked what he saw. I stepped into the tiny space, got wet, soaped up, rinsed quickly, and stepped out. "Get in here, Boy, before the hot water runs out." He was a little more thorough than I had been. I managed to dry off and position myself on the bed so I could see into the bathroom as he stepped out of the shower. He was shivering. He toweled off briskly, facing away from me, then pretty self-consciously came into the larger room. He was hard. "Come over here, David." I patted the bed beside me. He came to the bed and looked at the space a little dubiously. I was almost in the middle, not on 'my half.' "Lay on your side with your back against my chest and your butt against my crotch." Shaking, he moved into position. "Are you going to .. penetrate me?" This boy might need slang lessons. "Do you have any condoms?" "No." "Then I'm not going to fuck you. Not tonight, anyway." There was no way he could be carrying any diseases if he was telling the truth, and I was sure he was, but I like to teach good habits from the start. I was insusceptible to those diseases, but he didn't know that. He slowly relaxed against me, and then pushed back more firmly as I pulled his back against my chest. "This is wonderful!" He let out a big sigh. I let him drift in the feelings for a while, but I knew if this went on too long he'd be sound asleep, and I wanted to find out more about him. Just as he was starting to drift away I said, "Tell me about 'David.'" "Hmmmm?" pulling himself back to wakefulness. "Tell me why you like the name." "Oh. He was my father's brother." "I think it means a lot more to you than that, David." He thought for a minute or so, organizing his thoughts, maybe wondering how much he wanted to tell me. "The last time I saw him I was probably not quite six. He was twenty or so, I guess. He came through on his motorcycle that summer to visit my parents for a few days. He was fun where my parents were always very serious, very focused on work or money or studying the Bible or going to church. I loved being with him. He would hug me and tousle my hair when my parents would hardly touch me, even back then. I loved to sit on his lap. I discovered that if I squirmed around I could feel a hard lump forming under me. Neither of us acknowledged it. Somehow I knew it was something we shouldn't talk about, certainly not in front of my parents. "After he'd been there a few days, I woke up really early one morning and went down to the living room where he was sleeping on the couch. He'd been out the night before and I'd really missed him. I wanted to know he'd gotten home OK. It was hot and he'd kicked the sheet off. He was on his side facing away from me. His shoulders were red and his butt was covered with bruises. I was quite fascinated. "Then he sort of sighed and turned over. He must have been having a good dream, because his penis was hard. To me, a six-year old, it was huge! His testicles were hanging down on his leg, and they were huge, too. I was mesmerized. I wanted to see what they felt like. I started to walk closer. "Just then my father walked into the room. He grabbed me, screamed at David to cover up, and ran out of the room with me. He took me to my room and told me not to come out until he came for me, then he ran back down stairs and I heard shouting. I couldn't tell what it was about, but I heard my name a few times. I could tell my father was really mad for some reason. The last thing I heard was really loud - my father shouting, 'Get out and never come back!!.' then the door slammed. It's the only time I remember him not being a wimp. "I opened my door and listened. I could hear David moving around. I guess he was gathering and packing his stuff. I snuck down the stairs and went out the back door where David's motorcycle was parked. Soon I heard the front door slam and David came around the corner of the house dressed in leather and carrying his saddlebags. He looked angry. "He got to his bike before he saw me. He put his bags down, put his finger to his lips then loaded his cycle. When he finished, he came over and picked me up and hugged me for a long time. Then he put me down and knelt in front of me, 'You take care of yourself, Sport, and try not to let your folks get to you too much. I'll try to stay in touch, but your dad is pretty mad. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do that.' He pulled me into another hug and then kissed me on the forehead. He let go, 'You'd better scoot back to your bedroom before your dad finds you out here and we both get in deeper shit.' "He shoved me toward the door and hopped on his bike and started it. He sat there revving it long enough to cover me going back up the stairs. After he drove out of the driveway I never saw or heard from him again. I watched and waited all summer, then for years I hoped I'd come home one day and see his bike. He never came back. That was the day they started calling me 'Paulie'. I hate that name!! "They would probably still be calling me that, except when I was 13 I finally threw a real tantrum and demanded that they call me Paul or PD or something. Paulie was a little kid's name. There was a big row and I was so nasty to my mother she ordered my father to take me to the woodshed. After we got there I defied him - I was almost as big as he was even then. I finally agreed to take the spanking if he'd get my mother to agree to call me an adult name. It was a very half-hearted spanking - apparently he agreed with me. They wouldn't use PD, because that D stood for David. They finally started calling me "Paul" and my father "Paul S". They never used nicknames. I never knew why they hated Uncle David so much after that day. I loved him." David stifled a sob as I held him. "Did you dream of him coming back and rescuing you?" "Yes. Especially as I got older, I still wish he would at times." I held David and waited to feel the pain of that abandonment drain from him. When much of it had, I told him, "I can see why you want to use the name. He was very special. How were your parents after that?" "Awful!! We started going to church ALL the time. Everybody, my father, my mother, my grandparents on both sides, they all started telling me to be careful, warning me I couldn't trust anybody but them. 'Be careful who you play with. Be careful who you meet. Don't trust anyone. Be careful, be careful, be careful.' They were always at it. They wouldn't let me go to school ball games. They got me out of PE, somehow, telling me it was sinful to be naked with other men. Heck, I think they think it is sinful to be naked, period. I have no idea how they had me." "When did you realize that it was men you really wanted to be naked with?" "I think it was when I saw my Uncle David naked that morning. I didn't know what it meant then, of course. I never wondered what girls look like, but I wanted desperately to know about guys. As I said, I was fascinated by David' s bruised butt, too. When my father spanked me he never made me take my pants down. I sort of wished he would, but I knew that if he did he'd see my erection, and then I'd be in more trouble. "I kept hoping some man would come rescue me from them, but I was afraid of that, too." He thought for a minute, "I guess I've known for a while he would really be rescuing me from myself." More thought, "About a month ago I started dreaming about a man with blazing blue eyes. It was very exciting. He'd teach me things I had never imagined. He'd have sex with me. He'd hurt me in ways I couldn't even guess. Then I'd choke to death with his hard penis down my throat. Even though I'd wake up screaming, I always had a very hard erection. When I saw your eyes, I knew you were that man. I was terrified. I'm not ready to die, but I was so excited I could hardly stand it. You have no idea how much courage it took to come to your room." I held him tight and kissed him on the ear. "I have some idea, Buddy. You were sweating and shaking when you arrived. When I asked you to come in, you did, but you wouldn't budge from the door. I thought you were going to pass out when I reached out to touch you, but you didn't move away. Has it gotten easier?" "A lot." He wiggled his butt against me. "You still scare me. I keep remembering the dream, I know .. I know you say you aren't going to kill me, but that image is really vivid." He hugged my arm tightly to his chest. "Some day we may know what the dream really meant, David, but I know it wasn 't to be taken literally." We were silent for a couple of minutes. "Did they finally give in on the name? Your name tag said 'P. D. Perkins'." He gave a snort that might have been a laugh. "I made the name tag. I'm sure my mother has never noticed or she'd have had a fit. I love wearing it right under her nose." I stopped asking questions. He nestled still more firmly into me and quickly drifted off to sleep and slept deeply, his voices stilled by the energy flowing from me. I never exactly sleep, but I fall into a deep meditative state, aware of where I am but oblivious to the passage of time. The hint of first light awakened the birds in the forest and their song filled the soft morning air, greeting the day. When the sun cleared the trees David stirred under my arm. Eventually he turned to his other side, as did I. His morning erection poked me in the butt and his arm clasped me firmly to his chest. For a brief time he fell into a deep sleep again, but his bodily needs soon woke him. I could tell when he became fully conscious, but it was at least half an hour before he gave in to nature and let go of me. I turned to face him and smiled. "Good morning. Sleep well?" He looked a little surprised. "Yeah, actually, better than in a long time. But now I've gotta . piss." "Not yet." I told him. "Turn on your back and put your arms and legs out toward the corners of the bed." He looked like he might argue, but decided against it. I moved to a kneeling position at his side so he had room to slide into the position I wanted. I straddled his belly and leaned forward and put my hands on his wrists, "Your wrists are restrained to the corners of the bed," and I moved my hands toward the corners I meant. He nodded once. I moved down so I was kneeling between his legs and put my hands on his ankles. "Your ankles are restrained to these corners." as I moved my hands toward the bottom corners. "I can't get up now." "Yes." We looked each other in the eyes for a minute or two. It wasn't a contest, just being there. Finally I told him, "I'm not going to 'release' the restraints until you've pissed." He looked horrified. "I don't want to .. wet my bed. I haven't done that in .. I don't think I've ever done that." "I don't want you to either, David. I don't like sleeping in wet beds. You have to ask for what you need." He looked totally perplexed, but not quite so worried. "I don't think I could piss in a pot this way." It was just a statement. "Probably not." "Somehow you have to help me." Another statement. His logical mind was trying to find a way to make it work. "Do you have any . hoses?" "No." More pondering. Blank look. "You did it for me last night, David." He looked mystified for a moment, then the light dawned. It was followed by a look of total disbelief and silence. "You have to ask me to do it, David." He shook his head slightly in amazement. Finally, very softly, "Would you drink my . piss for me, please?" "I'd be happy to, David." I leaned down and took his still hard cock in my mouth and bathed its head with my tongue, then I let go. "This'll be hard . er .. difficult for you, David. You just have to relax and let it happen. You have to believe I'll swallow it and not spew it back on you and the bed. I'm going to hold your cock in my mouth and hold very still so you have a chance to do that." I put the head in my mouth and sealed my lips around it. There was a long wait then a little squirt of piss. I swallowed and waited some more. After quite a few false starts his cock finally got a little softer and a small, steady flow started. I could easily keep up. When the flow stopped I swallowed his cock to the base, letting the head hit the back of my throat. He was fully hard again almost immediately, and I let the additional length slide down my gullet. He loved it. Then I started swallowing, letting my throat muscles massage his cock. "Oh, God!!!" I started playing with his balls and continued swallowing. "Ohhh, oohhhhhh, oh god, ohhhhhh." He started getting louder, his cock expanded. "I'm going to cum, Michael!!" I didn't back off. "Aaaaaahhhhhh aaaaaaa aaaaaaa aaaaaaa aa aa!" When his cock finished pulsing I just held him in my mouth until it softened a little. I had the feeling I could trigger the whole sequence again, but if it was going to happen this morning he was going to have to ask for it. I let go of his cock and moved up to kiss him, laying my body on his. He started to move his arms. "I haven't released your restraints." I reminded him. He moved his arms back into position. The kiss was another first for him. At first it he kissed me like I was his grandmother, but I persisted, teasing his lips with my tongue, turning his head and licking his ear, licking under his jaw line and finally coming back to his lips. His body took over, overriding his mind. He was rock hard again and returned my kiss almost frantically. I slid down his body and teased his tits then kissed his cock and stood up. "I need to piss now. I'll release your restraints if you want to drink it." He shook his head. "Not yet." I went to the bathroom and had a great piss - I would have flooded his mouth. When I came back to the bed he was still spread eagled, honoring my imaginary restraints. Again we looked into each other's eyes for a while; our cocks were both hard. "I want to hurt you some more." "Yes." His cock swelled and pulsed. "I want to do other things to you." "Yessss!!" His cock pulsed again and almost begged for attention, but he didn't ask for any. "OK, David, I need to go soon, but I can come back tomorrow night if you want me to." "Yes!! Please!" "In that case, I have an assignment for you. I want you to have condoms and lube by then." "But everyone in town knows me and my parents. They'll tell them what I bought." "I'm sure you can solve that problem." He thought, nodded, then added, "I'm not supposed to have to work tomorrow night." "Do you want me to come here instead of to the motel?" "Every time I'm supposed to have a night off my mother asks me to work anyway." "Do you?" "I always have." "What if you said, 'No.'?" "She'd pout and make me feel guilty. She'd be suspicious of why I wanted a night off. She'd probably send my father to spy on me." "He'd come down here to the cabin?" "No, he'd park in that clump of trees on the highway just before the first turn off." "Can you deal with your mother and take the night off?" Even 'tied' to the bed, he seemed to get about an inch taller and his shoulders squared. "Yes!" "When would your father take up his watch?" "Probably about 4. A little after he gets off work." "Good. About 5 a car exactly like yours will drive by his hiding place. It' ll slow down at the turn then head on, like it's going to the next town, or further. He'll be positive it's you and will follow it. I'll get here around 5:30." He frowned a little. "How are you going to do that?" "A car like yours driving by? I have ways to get a little help when I need it." "They won't . hurt him, will they?" "Not physically. He may get a little pissed at being misled, but that's his problem." David smiled a little uncertainly. He wasn't used to tricking his parents, messing with their minds. I thought they needed a lot more of it. I went around the bed and brushed his wrists and ankles. Understanding the symbolism, he even rubbed his wrists a little. Suddenly he reached out, grabbed my wrist, pulled me down, grabbed my hair and pulled me into another kiss. He was stronger than I'd expected. His cock was hard and poking me in the ribs. He started hunching his hips, poking harder. Eventually I reached up, grabbed some of his hair and pulled him back enough to talk. "You're hot to trot again, aren't you, Boy?" Another pull, another kiss, another thrust, each more eloquent than any words. He reached under me, found my cock and started stroking. He rolled us over on the bed and slid to my side so he had better access. He fondled my balls, stroked me, kissed me, and kept hunching my hip with his cock. He spit in his hand and used that to make his stroking even better. "I'm going to cum soon, David." I was panting; he was good at this. Hardly missing a stroke he slid down and rose on his knees so he could take the head of my cock in his mouth and continued stroking the shaft. He slid his tongue around on the head and I felt my shaft expanding even more in his hand and all my muscles tensing. "I'm going to cum, David. aaaaaAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUuuuuuuuooooooo!!" I shot in his mouth. He didn't back off, holding my cock in his hand with the head in his mouth until my spasms had subsided and every last drop of cum was forced out. Then he carefully slid off, keeping his lips sealed around my cock. When he could he swallowed. I pulled him up beside me again. "That was fantastic, David." As he moved up against me I realized there was a slick spot on my thigh. "Did you cum again?" He looked a little embarrassed but smiled. "Yeah, while you were ejaculating in my mouth." "You liked that, hmmm?" "Yeah!" We kissed and he laid his head on my shoulder. "God, I've wanted this and been terrified of it for so long.." I tightened my arm around him. "All those voices kept screaming I had to be careful, couldn't trust anybody, and all that ..shit" That was the strongest word I'd heard him use. "With you those voices are quiet and it feels soooooo good and soooooo right." "For you it is right, David. It's when people want to make what's 'right' for them be the rule for everyone that we have problems." We cuddled a while longer, then I squeezed him harder and kissed him on the ear. "I need to go, David. Think I could take a quick shower?" "It'd better be quick if you want it warm." He didn't move or let go of me, so I used my free hand to see if he was ticklish. He was. He rolled off me, laughing. "OK, OK, I'll let you go." It was the first time I'd heard him really laugh. It was deep and flowed up from his belly. I pursued him across the bed to keep his laughter going. When he started to get a little frantic I grabbed him and kissed him hard. "You should laugh more, David. It sounds good." I kissed him again and got up and headed for the shower. As I stepped into the tiny stall I looked back. He was openly watching me and stroking his cock. He looked much happier than when we had met the night before. As I finished dressing he got up. I stood in front of him with my hands on his shoulders; his were on my hips. "You'll tell your mother 'No.' when she asks you to work tomorrow night?" "Yes!" "How are the voices?" "Barely whispering." "By tomorrow night they may be pretty loud. Remember, you can turn them off. If they don't shut up, you can tell them they're full of shit." Weak smile. "I'll try it. Anyway, I WILL be here tomorrow!" He walked to the car with me, naked, almost glowing in the sunlight. I turned the car around and just before I pulled out I called him over to me. "Come over here, Boy." When he was close enough I reached out and grasped his cock and balls in my hand. "I don't want you to cum again until I get back tomorrow, Boy." "Yes, Sir." He sounded quite disappointed. Maybe that was all he had expected to do between now and then. "Trust me, Boy. It'll be fantastic tomorrow when I let you do it again." "If you say so, Sir." He looked like a petulant little boy who hadn't gotten his way. "That look may work with your mother, Boy, but it doesn't work with me." He dropped the pout and grinned a little. "It never really worked with her, either, Sir." I looked him in the eyes. "Trust me?" "Yes, Sir. I'll do what you say, Sir." "Good boy." He watched me leave and waved as I turned the corner onto the lane. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Comments are greatly appreciated. They are part of what keeps all the writers here writing. If you like it, tell me. If you don't and can provide some constructive comments about why, I want to hear that, too. The story is mostly written, so suggestions for story lines are not likely to show up in this piece, though they might be included in a later one. Comments can be sent to. jwray000@ameritech.net

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Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 11:38:28 -0600 From: J Wray Subject: Freeing David 5 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or real circumstances is purely coincidental. The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M) scenes. If you object to such content or are not of a legal age for your jurisdiction to read them, please exit now. To my readers: I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter to you. Thanksgiving was an expected break, but a death in the family of one of my proofreader/editors was not. I've decided not to wait for the second person' s feedback, so this chapter may not read quite as smoothly as some of the earlier ones. If I eventually make significant changes at her suggestion, I 'll send a revised version to Nifty for posting. I want to express my appreciation to my proofreader/editor w1nner, for his help in making this a more readable story. It is amazing how many wrong words new sets of eyes can find and how a new ear can recast a phrase so it is much better. The copyright is retained by the author. Do not distribute without written permission. Freeing David 5 At the base of the bluff a 200-foot wide flood plain sloped gently down to the river. Tall trees provided a heavy green canopy, and between the shade and periodic flooding underbrush couldn't take hold. What few plants there were formed green islands on the rich, dark silt. It was a place you could walk naked and not worry about what you were walking through. David led me along the base of the bluff to a cave that had been carved by the river maybe a century or more earlier, before erosion deepened its channel. The ceiling was high enough for us to stand upright with room to spare. Its floor was clean and dry. Three large bark-free tree trunks had been rolled in by a flood some time in the past and an old tree stump with a flat top sat near the front. There were only a couple of dark spots on the ceiling, reminders of campfires of previous visitors. "I've never run into anyone here." David said. He pointed at the dark spots. "Those have been there ever since I found the place when I was a kid. I like it here, so I try to keep it cleaned out so it feels comfortable." He went over to a log lodged against the wall, put the condoms and lube on it and pulled a short-legged lawn chair from behind it. He took it to the front and set it close to the stump so it was looking out at the trees and river. He stood by the chair and bowed to me, "Your seat, Sir." "Thank you, Boy." I sat in the chair and he on the stump. We sat and contemplated the peaceful scene in front of us for several minutes, exchanging occasional comments. With some people the silence would have felt strained; with David, even as short a time as we'd known each other, it was peaceful. Eventually I decided David's meal had settled long enough, or at least mine had. I stood up. "Give me your seat, Boy. I want to turn you across my knees." He looked at me as he stood up, worried. "Have I done something wrong, Sir?" "No, not at all, it's just what I want to do." His grin came back. "Yes, Sir!" As I sat down I noticed his cock was already plumping up a little. I reached out and stroked it lightly, encouraging its growth. "You're right, your father might have noticed this if he'd made you take your pants down." He grinned and thrust into my hand. "He wouldn't have appreciated it the way you do, either." Using it as a handle I pulled him toward my right side to get him in the position I wanted. "OK, Boy, down on your knees and lay across my lap." He quickly got in position and I moved him forward enough so his hard cock ran into my thigh and was forced to point at the ground. I ruffled his hair with my left hand while I traced lazy circles on his butt with my right. He sighed, pressing into my hand with his head and wiggling his butt a little. "This is wonderful, Sir." I used both hands to pull his butt cheeks apart so I could see his pink asshole. It spasmed tightly shut for a moment, then he let it relax enough so it wasn't straining against the pull. It was quite clean. I blew on it, and it twitched again. "You have a beautiful asshole, Boy. It looks clean, too. Did you do that for me?" I used a forefinger to touch it very lightly, and it squeezed shut again. I spit on it and used my finger to spread the saliva around and played with the part open to me. It slowly relaxed. "Ummmm, yes, Sir. I didn't know what you'd want to do, so I used one of the enema kits to see how it worked then washed it real well in the shower later." "Thank you. Have you played with your asshole before, Boy?" "Uhhh, yes, Sir. I'm afraid I have." "I'm glad. I like boys to discover how much pleasure that can give them. Have you put things in it?" I could see a blush spreading over his shoulders and guessed that his face was red. "Yes, Sir. My fingers and..a few other things." The blush was spreading. "What was your favorite?" The blush was subsiding a little. My being matter-of-fact was helping him relax. "Summer squash and zucchini work real well, Sir. I could find ones shaped like I wanted, and I could round off the tips so they weren't rough going in." "What did you use for lube?" He giggled. "Mayonnaise works pretty well, Sir." "Ever eat them afterwards?" The blush came back and spread from his shoulders to his back. "I thought about it a lot when I was playing, but after I ejaculated it always just seemed gross. Finally, once, I made myself pull it out and eat it while I was masturba.jacking off." "Was that a turn on?" "It was at the time. Later I nearly got sick just thinking about it." "Ever have problems getting them out?" "Once! I was terrified. I was afraid I was going to have to tell my parents about it, but eventually I relaxed enough so it slid out. After that I made sure they were long enough to leave me a handle." "Sounds like you've practiced quite a bit, Boy." "Yes, Sir. I really like the feel of that when I'm.jacking off, Sir." "Maybe we'll try something different a little later, Boy." "I'd like that a lot, Sir. I even dreamed about you pen...fucking me last night." I let go of his butt cheeks and slapped them lightly. "First, I want to warm your butt for a while." "Yes, Sir." He settled against me more firmly, grasped my leg with his right hand and arm. "I'd like that, too, Sir." I used my usual technique, starting light and working up to firmer strokes. Every once in a while I stopped and just rubbed my palm or drug my fingernails over his cheeks, checking how hot they were and varying the sensations for David. He grunted occasionally, or sighed or moaned. This wasn't about pain, we had done enough of that before dinner. I was providing him strong sensations and touch and closeness. Finally I pulled his cheeks apart and blew on his asshole again. The light was getting dim, but I could still see it twitch as my breath cooled it. I laid my palm against his butt again, just holding it. "I enjoyed that, Boy." "So did I, Sir. It hurt a little at times, but it felt like you were.I don't know.taking care of me again." "Maybe you should go find the condoms and lube and see if we can figure out how to use them, Boy." "Yes, Sir!" He practically jumped off my lap, and quickly retrieved them from the tree trunk and brought them back to me. I put them on the stump for now. "Take my jock off for me, Boy, using your teeth." He fell to his knees in front of me, held onto my legs with his hands and carefully started pulling my jock down, first in one place then another. Rather quickly he had it down to the tops of my boots leaving my cock and balls free in the air. Working the straps over my boots took a little longer, but he was good at figuring out exactly where he needed to hold it and soon my legs were unfettered. "Suck on my cock a little, Boy." He quickly took it in his hands and pointed it at his mouth. "Did I say you could use your hands, Boy?" He let go. "No, Sir. Sorry, Sir." He soon had me fully hard and started practicing his technique again. His trust level had gone way up; he had me at the back of his throat almost immediately. He took a deep breath and I felt his throat open and he leaned into me and let the head slide down his throat until his nose was nestled in my pubic hair. I felt a couple of quivers, like he was fighting his gag reflex, but he held me that way for several seconds before he backed off. "That was great, Boy. Thank you. Now, put one of those condoms on me." He tongued and bobbed on my cock a little more before letting it out of his mouth. He picked up the packet and ripped it open, pulled the condom out and placed it on the tip of my cock, making sure it was going to unroll the right way. "You used these things before, Boy?" "I buy one or two in a filling station occasionally because I like the different sensation when I'm mas.jacking off." He rolled it down my shaft carefully, and when he had it smoothed out, he deep throated me again, then pulled off and kissed the end of my cock. "Stand up and open the lube, Boy." He stood up and took the cap off the tube and then looked at me. "You probably have to puncture the seal with the top of the cap." "No, Sir. I did that earlier when I was checking to see what it was like." We both grinned. "Glad you did your homework. Put some on your fingers, look me in the eyes and work it into your asshole." He squeezed a blob onto the first two fingers of his right hand and then looked into my eyes and reached behind himself. "Could you hold the tube for me, Sir?" When I nodded he handed me the tube and then used his left hand to pull his cheeks apart so he could get directly to his target. He looked thoughtful. He was doing his assignment carefully. "Remember, you need to get some inside, too." He nodded and his eyes closed a little and I guessed from his motions he was working a finger in and out. "Can you do that with two fingers?" He grinned again. "Yes, Sir." He held his fingers in front of me and we broke eye contact while I squeezed another glob of the gel onto his fingers. Then we reconnected and he reached back once more. At one point his eyes closed, and I guessed that was when two fingers went in. "Feel good, Boy?" "Yes, Sir. I like you making me do it while you watch me, Sir." "Now, put a good amount on my cock." He took the tube back and squeezed a blob into his hand this time and spread it on my sheathed cock by stroking it. I cupped his balls then stroked his rock hard cock lightly. "Looking forward to this, Boy?" "Yes, Sir!!! I've been wanting this for . well, for a long time!" "Turn around and lean on the stump, Boy." He quickly got in position, putting the tube between his hands. I moved in behind him and pulled his cheeks apart and gently put the tip of my cock against its target. I pushed gently. Nothing happened. "Breath in and push out, Boy." He did and I slid in maybe a couple of inches, enough to be past his sphincters. I felt them tighten around my shaft and heard him gasp. "Could you hold still for a moment, Sir?" "Sure." I held still until I felt his grip relax, then started slowly moving forward. He sighed. When I was about two thirds of the way in I felt some resistance and started stroking in and out a couple of inches, not trying to go deeper just yet. "Think we need more lube, Boy?" "Yes, I think that would help, Sir." I pulled out and he put more lube on his hand and reached between his legs and again covered my cock. When he was satisfied, he pointed it at his asshole and leaned back a little. This time it slipped in easily, but I still ran into the resistance at about the same point. "I'm going to force this gently, Boy. If it gets too uncomfortable, tell me. I want this to be fun for you, too." I started thrusting a little harder, moving in a little more each time. He groaned. "God, that's wonderful, Sir!!" In a short time my pubes were against his butt. I grabbed his hips and started some full length thrusts. "Oooooohhhhhh!!" He let me maintain his balance and reached back and pulled his cheeks apart so I could get in just a little deeper. I took the hint and used his hips to pull him against me, making the thrust a little harder, too. "Ooooh, yesssss!!" I set up a slow pace, occasionally nudging his prostate with my head, occasionally going deep and hard. He loved it all. "I 'm going to cum soon, Sir." I reached under him and grabbed his balls and pulled down and squeezed firmly. "Unnnnn!!" "You'll like this more if you don't cum before I do, Boy." "That slowed me down a little. I'll try to hold off, Sir." "If you cum before I do, Boy, I'll put a ball stretcher on you when we get back to the cabin and make you wear it until after you come home from work tomorrow." "Yes, Sir. I'll try to hold off, Sir." "You know what a ball stretcher is?" "I think I can guess from what you just did, Sir." "Good, think about having your balls aching like that the entire time you're at work tomorrow." His cock twitched. "I'm not sure that'll help, Sir." "Wellllll, think about having to tell your mother why you're walking funny." He laughed. "That may help, Sir." Sweat was already pouring down his back and running into his crack, keeping the lube wet. I started stroking slowly again, and each time he started to tense up, I'd reach down and squeeze his balls. That was slowing him down less and less each time. I was close myself, but I was sure I could hold off until he went over the edge. "OK, Boy, you can cum any time you want, but remember the ball stretcher." "mmmmm." He nodded. I only stroked a couple more times before he lost it. He tossed his head back. "Unnnnuuhh. Oh, shit. OH, GOD, Ooooooohhhhh, aaaaahhhhhh." The spasms of his sphincter sent me over the edge, too, and my own moans were added to his. I managed to maintain my balance and hold his hips so he didn't fall. After a while I felt him take his weight on his arms again. Big, deep breath, "That was unbelievable, Sir!" "Yeah, it was." That was all I wanted to add at that point. Finally I felt like I was mostly back in my body. "Stand up, Boy." My cock was still in his ass. He stood and I wrapped my arms around his chest and he reached back and pulled my hips forward to keep my cock lodged where it was a while longer. "I gather you liked that, Boy." "I never dreamed it would be that good, Sir. That was fantastic! And this feels good, too." He wiggled his ass enough to feel a little motion. Eventually I got soft enough so his gut could do its normal thing and force me out. David sighed and held my arms around his chest tightly and leaned his head back on my shoulder. "This has been a great day, Sir. Thank you!" I squeezed him and kissed his ear. "You're welcome, David. You'll have many more like it, too." It was almost dark, now, and the moon wouldn't be up for at least two more hours. "Ready to head back? We need to find that ball stretcher for you." "Yes, Sir." "Think you can get us up that bluff without killing us?" "I know the trail pretty well, Sir. I don't think it'll be a problem." I let him go and he folded the chair and put it back, operating mostly by touch. He found my jock. "Here's your jock, Sir." "Why don't you put it around your neck so you can smell it, Boy?" "Thank you, Sir." He slipped it on and adjusted it so the pouch was below his face. He found the lube, condoms and condom wrapper and then stood beside me. "I'm ready if you are, Sir." He did know the trail well. We got back to the cabin with no problems. He farted a few times during the climb. "Sorry, Sir," he said the first time. "Don't worry, Boy. That's not at all unusual after being fucked. We pumped some air into your gut while we were having fun." When we got to the cabin he realized the used condom was still in the cave someplace. "Ooops. I left the condom down there." I grinned at him. "If you find it the next time you're down there maybe it'll trigger a great j.o. fantasy for you." "Yeah." He smiled broadly. "But.." "Relax, Boy. Even if someone finds it, and from what you say that's unlikely, they'll have no idea of who used it for what." He thought for a minute. "Yeah, you're right. I'm still a little paranoid." "That'll be with you for a long time, just remember to analyze the situation when it surfaces and see if there's really a problem." He nodded, tucking that bit of advice in some corner of his brain. "Now, take as hot a shower as you can, Boy, and I'll find the little leather toy you're going to wear for the next 24 hours." "Yes, Sir." He slipped my jock off, sniffed the crotch carefully and got half hard in the process, then took off his shoes and headed for the shower. First I retrieved the condoms and lube and put them on the table by the bed, then I went to my bag and found the inch wide ball stretcher. He'd be aware of it a lot of the time, but it would only be really uncomfortable when his testicles wanted to pull up, like when they were cool or in one other situation I could think of. I smiled to myself, thinking of some ways I might trigger the response. When he came out from his shower he was still half hard - maybe something more than cleanliness had been on his mind part of the time. "Get your asshole clean, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." He wiggled his butt slightly, remembering how it was occupied earlier in the evening. "Come over here, Boy." He came and stood in front of me. I held up the leather band he was going to be wearing. It had two sets of snaps so the tightness was adjustable. "I'm going to make this pretty tight so you remember you have it on, Boy." He looked at it carefully, his characteristic little grin showing he wasn't unhappy about this. I pulled his balls down a little harder than I had to. He gasped slightly, but held still. They were warm enough so there was more than enough space to put the stretcher on easily. I wrapped the leather around the stretched skin above his balls and used the second set of snaps so it was tight. Just to make sure he appreciated one of the consequences of wearing this, I tapped the bottoms of his balls a few times, bouncing them firmly into their collar. "Unh!" It hurt a little, but the look on his face showed more pleasure than anything. "I want you to keep that on until you get home from work tomorrow, unless I give you permission to take it off, Boy." "Yes, Sir." He felt the arrangement carefully and cupped his balls. "It' s.interesting, Sir." "You may think of another word a few times before it comes off." I held his balls in my palm again. "They'll be happy to be free again when the time comes. Now, how about some ice cream?" "Sounds, good." He went to the kitchen corner and dished up two bowls and I sat at the table. When he put the dishes on the table, I was pleased that they were already cold. "Spread your legs and shove the bowl up against your balls, Boy." He looked at me with the little glint showing in his eyes. He knew what I was doing. "Yes, Sir. May I eat it, too?" "As long as you keep the bowl firmly against your nuts. Turn it once in a while, too, so the bowl doesn't get too warm." He flinched a little as the bowl made contact, then had some trouble keeping his cock out of the way when he was trying to get spoonfuls of the contents. By the time his bowl was empty his balls were pulled snugly against their collar. When he came to take my empty bowl, I cupped his balls. The skin was tight and they were held firmly in place. His cock was hard. "Looks good, Boy." I leaned in and licked the end of his cock, a little reward for good behavior. "Rinse the bowls, Boy, and let's go to bed." "Yes, Sir." We slept much like we had the night before. With my arm pulling his back to my chest we drifted off quickly, him to sleep, me to my usual meditative state. Sometime around first light he again wanted to turn to his other side, so we switched positions. His hard cock nestled snugly between us. As soon as he was fully asleep again I inched my butt forward a little so I could reach his cock. Very slowly, so he was barely aware of what I was doing, I rolled a condom onto his cock, spread some lube on it and my asshole, lined everything up and backed into him firmly. He gasped as his cock slid into me. His reflexes kicked in and he thrust forward and was fully embedded about the same time as he came fully awake. "OH WOW!" He thrust two or three more times before he really realized what he was doing. He froze in mid-thrust. "How.what." he was confused about how he got in this situation. "Should I be doing this, Sir?" "I engineered it, Boy. Unless it isn't feeling good, it is exactly what I expected you to do." "MMMM!!" Apparently it felt good. He thrust a couple more times. "I'm not sure I can last much longer, Sir." "You aren't being timed, Boy. Do what you want." He moved gently back and forth a few times. "Ohhh, shit! Unh, unh, ohhh." He stopped moving. "Feeling a little tight, Boy?" "Yeah, I hadn't remembered that thing." "If you hold very still for a little bit, they may relax a little." He held still. "Can I cum with my balls pulled down that way, Sir?" "Some guys can. It may depend on how excited you get. I won't guarantee anything except you'll probably have a great case of 'blue balls' if you don 't. You can play any way you want, Boy." I was sure I could take anything he 'd do. "Unh. Yeah." He held still a while longer. Eventually he wanted to try again and thrust all the way in. "Straighten your legs, please, Sir." I did, and he rolled us so I was face down below him. He pushed up on his arms, moved his legs between mine and started playing with his sensations, and with mine. I was giving him feedback with my groans, moans and some suggestions. He was moving slowly at times, faster at others, resting at times, but the overall direction showed he was getting closer, in spite of his restrained balls. Eventually he settled into a long series of fast thrusts, sweat dripping onto my back. Finally he gave up in frustration and plopped down on top of me. "God, it feels wonderful, but I just can't quite get there." He was panting. "Maybe you'll have better luck later tonight, Boy, when the ball stretcher is off." "I hope so!!" His breathing was slowing down again. "I'd like my cock sucked, Boy." I moved a little to remind him he was lying on top of me. "Yes, Sir." He backed up on his knees so his cock popped out of my ass, then rolled to the side so I could turn over on my back. He stripped the condom off, put it on the bedside table, then moved down between my legs on his stomach and took my cock in his mouth with no hesitation. I was sort of half hard and really didn't want to cum at that point, so I grabbed his head and held it still. "Just play with it, sort of like you're nursing. Don't work so hard." He did as I requested for a while then pulled his head back. "Is anything wrong, Sir? Am I doing it right?" "You're doing fine, Boy. I don't particularly want to cum now, but your mouth feels great." He looked at me strangely. "Don't you ever play with yourself without wanting to get off, Boy?" "Well, occaaaasionally." He sounded like it had happened once or twice. Well, he was only 23; he still had things to learn about the varieties of sexual pleasure. He went back to nursing on my cock. I could tell he was getting sleepy again, so after a time I pulled him back up so we could kiss. "Mmmmm." He looked at me with his eyes only half open. "Thank you, Boy." The light was fairly bright by now, but it was still well before he usually got up. "Shall we nap a while longer?" He nodded, and fell asleep almost immediately with us face to face. I don't find that position very comfortable for sleeping, so I turned over and nestled back against him once more. I thought he had even slept through that, but he reached over me, pulled my back to his chest and kissed the back of my neck before he slipped into deep breathing again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Comments are greatly appreciated. They are part of what keeps all the writers here writing. If you like it, tell me. If you don't and can provide some constructive comments about why, I want to hear that, too. The story is mostly written, so suggestions for story lines are not likely to show up in this piece, though they might be included in a later one. Comments can be sent to. jwray000@ameritech.net

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Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2002 04:31:45 From: john smith Subject: Young, Hung, Full O' Cum Part 4 YOUNG, HUNG, AND FULL `O CUM Ostrich78@hotmail.com Warning: the following story will contain extensive homoerotic material including domination, SM, watersports, and CBT of an older male by a younger male. If you are not of a legal age to read this, or such material might offend or not be of interest to you, then do not proceed. The author resides in San Diego and is always interested in meeting young men who might wish to cross from fantasy into reality in either a dom or sub role. Please contact me by e mail: ostrich78@hotmail.com Part 3: YOUNG, HUNG, AND FULL O' CUM. Please read Part2 1-3 prior to this in order to understand the story line. We began to fall into somewhat of a routine. Out in public, Zack remained the clean cut all American kid: good student; polite; considerate; and often seeking my advice on matters. It was a good partnership. Zack decided over time that he did not want to go to medical school; instead opting for the potential for big money in Silicon Valley via a computer science/business degree. I was happy with the relationship, and increasingly in love with him. Inside the house, Zack was growing into his own as a master. He chatted on master's web sites; read; and was just very creative. We were moving from his being a tentative boy master to his being a confident and strong young master. With this came some changes in us both: Zack expected me to be much more subservient in the house; and I grew accustomed to and remained aroused during increasingly hard punishments. About two months after Zack moved in with me, the gradual and subtle evolution of the relationship passed a milestone. It happened on a Friday afternoon, after we both got home. He had just finished exams and was not in good humor; I had exams to grade and was in similarly poor humor. This proved a bad combination, at least for me. "BOY!" I heard Zack holler for the third time this hour. I had been trying to grade these fucking exams, and every time I sat down to do one he would call with some command or other. I had work to do and was growing increasingly irritated. "WHAT?" I hollered back, my irritation showing in my tone and my failure to run down the stairs at his call. He did not reply, so I continued to do my exams. After a few minutes, I became aware of another person in the room. I looked up and it was Zack. He had an angry look on his face, and a razor strop in his hand. "Sir?" I questioned, trying to appear innocent. "Get up and strip boy" was the command. I had my clothes off in a minute and was standing in front of Zack, who was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. He was slapping the razor strap against his hand in a menacing manner as he began his diatribe: "I've had enough of your bull shit boy. You think you can decide when to be respectful and when not to; when to instantly obey; and when to ignore. You continue to think that because you are a professor and I am a student that this is some kind of a game and that you can assert control". As he launched into this, the Razor strap was increasingly slapping his palm to punctuate points he was making. His dick was also tenting his boxers, revealing that he was aroused at this show of dominance over me. "Its spring break: we have two weeks off. I am going to spend them training you to really be my slave: to respect unconditionally; to obey instantly; to accept punishment without protest. Now stand up straight boy...that's right now fold your hands behind your head...spread those legs a bit. Now, hold position". Then I got my first razor strap whipping. In my heart I knew I deserved it: I was subtly trying to assert authority over Zack; I was pushing the limits; I had been disrespectful. However, even when you know you deserve it, the feeling in your stomach and ass are the same as you go through the age old ritual of "wait `til your dad comes home" followed by his order to "strip" followed by the feel of the first blow. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK..." I yelled as an absolutely full force blow landed across both buttocks from the heavy razor strop. "HOLD POSITION PIG" I heard him say, only then aware that I had dropped my hands. I got my hands back up and felt another heavy deep blow slam down on my buttocks and shake my whole body... "AAAAAGH...PLEASE...". Zack took no heed at all: I remember once or twice looking to the side to see a determined look on his face, and a throbbing erection against his stomach as he slammed the razor strap into me again and again. "AAAAAGH...OOOOOOW...snifffle...pleeeeeeeeeease" I began whining. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOW...I'm Soooooory...Pleeease... I proooomisssse" This progressed to the point where I was simply whimpering each time the strap hit my backside. However, it just went on: 50 FULL FORCE BLOWS to my ass. It must have been over for a few minutes before I realized it. At any rate, the strap was on the bed, and Zack was standing in front of me. His cock was no longer hard. He pointed down, and I got on my knees to service him. I wrapped my mouth around his giant but soft dick, and was beginning to stimulate him to get an erection when he spoke: "Don't spill a drop boy"... I was horrified...he was actually going to do it. My eyes grew big and I looked up at him. He was pulling a bit at his cock and breathing deeply, like men do at the urinal to start their stream. Then it hit: a huge jet of warm urine filled my mouth. I gagged; did my best to swallow it; but was retching and had some of it coming out of my nose. When he finished, he made me hold my mouth open while he shook off the last few drops from his hose. He looked around and said "Spilled some boy, clean it up". I cleaned up the urine and then went downstairs where Zack was drinking beer and watching TV. He looked up at me with what could only be described as arrogant adolescent contempt, and said "Make me dinner boy: Steak; baked potato; Caesars Salad. And another cold beer" he commanded. "Yes Sir" I said, not wanting a repeat of that fucking razor strap which had left my ass a bit swollen and discolored as well as red hot. I quickly brought him a beer, then put the potatoes in the microwave and began the salad. I wanted to move quickly so that he would not have an excuse to punish me. After I served him dinner and two more beers, Zack announced that it was time to go to "the dungeon". I followed him downstairs, knowing that this would likely lead to harder training than I had received previously. At the bottom of the stairs he said: "Damn, gotta pee again...but I don't want to go upstairs to the bathroom...What will I do...OH I KNOW...Boy, get over here". I got my second dose of recycled beer of the evening, this time getting it all down. Zack then led me over to the St. Andrews cross and fastened me facing it and secured so that I could only wiggle a bit. Next, he took out a flogger. I was quite frightened, having never been flogged before. As I looked at the device, I realized that at least it was a moderate flogger: relatively soft strands. I thought to myself "this won't be so bad". When the first blow landed across my back it surprised me: maybe this thing was made of soft leather, but hitting me there really hurt. Just as this was registering, a second blow made a hissing noise past my ear, then made searing contact with my back. "AAAAGH...ZAAACK...PLEEEASE...". The whipping stopped right then. Zack came over and grasped my face and jaw and looked into my eyes: "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME BOY?" he screamed... "YOU WILL CALL ME SIR...I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR PUSHING THE LIMITS". He then stepped back with the flogger and ripped a full force blow onto my lower ass and upper thighs.. "AAAIIIIEEEEEEGH" I screamed. He then gave me nine more hard blows all over the back and ass: with each one he would spell out "SIR" punctuating each letter with a blow. I got the message. SIR then released me from the St Andrews cross and brought me over to the spanking bench and bent me over it. "OH CHRIST...NOT MORE" I thought. However, instead of a whipping I felt my boy master's dick pressing against my hole. I pressed back and felt him slip inside me. He then fucked me hard for the next hour. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 13:51:43 -0600 From: J Wray Subject: Freeing David - 6 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or real circumstances is purely coincidental. The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M) scenes. If you object to such content or are not of a legal age for your jurisdiction to read them, please exit now. Many thanks to my proofreaders/editors w1nner and Dirk M for their sharp eyes and useful suggestions. The copyright is retained by the author. Do not distribute without written permission. ...... Freeing David 6 "Thank you, Boy." The morning light was fairly bright by now, but it was still well before he usually got up. "Shall we nap a while longer?" He nodded, and fell asleep almost immediately with us face to face. I don't find that position very comfortable for sleeping, so I turned over and nestled back against him again. I thought he had even slept through that, but he reached over me, pulled my back to his chest and kissed the back of my neck before I heard his deep breathing again. ... Later I could tell he was awake again, probably needing to piss but not wanting to give up the body contact yet. Finally he started to pull back. "Turn over, Boy." "I've really gotta piss." "You can wait a little longer, can't you?" I turned over to face him. "Turn over, let me hold you." "Well, a little while." He had been holding it for a while already, but he turned over and let me pull his back to my chest again. I started running my hand up and down his torso, playing with his tits, running my hand down his hard stomach, lightly pulling his crotch hair, stroking his cock a little, cupping his balls. "Mmmmmmmm!!!" I continued to play, but 'inadvertently' pressed on his lower belly at times. Finally he was getting pretty restless. "I've really gotta piss, Sir. Really bad." "Mmmmmmmmm." I held him a little longer. He put his hands on his crotch, like a little kid who has played too long before running to the bathroom. "Please, Sir!" he pled. "OK, Boy, go outside and lay on your back on some grass, but don't piss until I tell you it's OK." "Yes, Sir." He jumped out of bed and almost ran outside. I followed at a more leisurely pace. He was lying in a nice patch of grass, holding his crotch again. "Spread eagle, Boy." "Unnnnnhh." He did as I asked, but a little dribble of piss landed on his belly. "Oh, God, Sir, please let me go." I straddled him, one foot on each side of his hips, pointed my cock down and let a couple of little squirts wet his cock. "Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnh!! Please, let me go, Sir. Pleeeease!!" He was sounding pretty desperate by now. "OK, Boy, let it go." He let out a big sigh, but as often happens when a man has been holding it too tightly for too long, barely a dribble came out at first. "You get extra points if you can hit yourself in the mouth." I didn't even know if he'd like that idea much. Soon a good stream was flowing, then it was like a garden hose let go, but with his cock laying on his belly, there was no way he'd hit his mouth, even if he wanted to. I lifted his cock and pointed it upward toward his head. The stream was hitting him on his upper chest now, and he pressed down a little and it inched up toward his mouth. He lifted his head, opened his mouth and bore down enough to get a taste before the stream subsided. He swallowed and licked his lips. "Thank you, Sir. I'm going to have to learn to get up during the night and piss when you're here." He grinned. "What are the extra points good for?" "They mean you get to let me piss on your head and in your mouth." His smile faded and he closed his eyes. "Say it, Boy." He opened his eyes. They were watery. "Please don't, Sir." "Please don't what, Boy?" "Please don't piss in my mouth, Sir." "Good. I want you to take care of yourself. Why the tears?" "I was afraid ... I was afraid you wouldn't want to .. play any more, Sir." "I'll never take my toys and leave just because you seriously don't want something at a particular time. I'm proud of you for asking me not to do that. Now, were can I piss?" His smile came back. "Can I turn over and let you piss on my ass, Sir?" "Sure." I stepped out of his way and he rolled over, shoved his cock and well stretched balls down between his spread legs and pulled his cheeks apart so I could see his cute little asshole. It was pretty clear where he wanted my piss this morning. By now I needed to go almost as badly as he had, so I stepped between his legs and wet him down thoroughly. After the last two little squirts at the end, he sighed and released his cheeks. "Thank you, Sir. That was .. I needed that, I guess." "Wetting you down was fun, Boy." I stepped to the side so he could get up. "Did you notice that ball stretcher you're wearing has a little ring on it?" I asked him. "Yeees." His tone made it clear he wondered where this might lead. "Go get my bag of toys ... no, you're a little messy to go in the house. Go stand under the tree we used the first night. I'll get my bag of toys and meet you there." "Yes, Sir." He got up and looked down. "I guess I'll need to take a shower before work today, hmmmm?" "Some customers might like the smell, Boy, but I'll bet your mother wouldn't approve." He let out a guffaw. "She'd have a stroke." He headed to the tree; I got my bag and met him there. "Come over here and face the house." I positioned him where I wanted him under a small branch just a little over our heads. "Spread your legs, bend over and put your hands on the ground." While he assumed the position I found a small rope in my bag. I tied one end of the rope through the ring on the back of the ball stretcher, tossed the other end over the branch and took up the slack. "Back up about a foot." He was positioned so the rope went up through the crack of his ass and pulled his balls back and up. "Now, Boy, I want you to tell me how tight you want this." I pulled the rope tighter and tighter. "Oh, jeeze!" He was raising up on his toes to relieve the strain a little. "Don't go up on your toes. Boy. You don't know how long I'll leave you here and your feet will cramp." He dropped his feet back on the ground and grunted, but he still didn't tell me to stop. "Tighter, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." He was making little mewing and whimpering sounds and panting. Finally he gave up. "That's enough, Sir." The skin over his balls was practically transparent it was stretched so tightly, and his hard cock pointed toward his feet. I tied the rope to the trunk of the tree, using a knot I could release quickly if he lost his balance. "You look pretty good that way, Boy. I think I'll go take a shower." He groaned a little. "Yes, Sir. I'll wait for you, Sir." I laughed and walked to the cabin, opened and closed the door and sat on the step and watched him. I don't leave a man alone when he's tied up that way, just in case there's a problem. His head was hanging loosely, and I could hear him mumbling to himself. "Ohhh. Owww. Owww. Unnnh." He raised up on his toes to relieve the strain a little, then settled back on his feet. "Oh, owww, shouldn't do that." I could see the sweat on his back. "Had to show tough didn't I?" More mumbles I couldn't understand, then, "I can do it. Unnnh. Wow .. so hard it hurts..gotta cum.. Unnnh!" It was quite a pep talk he was giving himself. Eventually I opened and closed the door again, and his head snapped back up so he was looking at the ground again not showing any distress, as I walked over to him. "Doing OK, Boy?" "Yes, Sir!!" I walked behind him. His cock was indeed quite hard, the end had a large shiny drop on it. I gathered some of his precum on my finger and took it for him to taste. He licked my finger carefully, still groaning once in a while. I went to my bag and found lotion, squirted some in my hand and spread it on his cock and started stroking slowly, rubbing the head carefully every few strokes. "Ohh, unnnhh, ohhh." "Like that, Boy?" "Oh, yes, Sir!!" His cock was getting harder and harder, so I stopped stroking. "Ohhhhnnnnngghhhh!" Even as tightly as his balls were pulled back he thrust his hips slightly. I let him calm down a little, then started stroking again. "Ummmmm!!" I let him get a little closer before I stopped this time. "Oooohhhhhnnnnngghhhhhh. Please, Sir. Don't stop!! Nnnnngh." He managed a couple more hip thrusts. I waited a full minute, and his cock didn 't seem to deflate at all, so I added more lotion and started stroking again v-e-r-y v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. "Unnngh! Ohhhhh!! Unnnnnnngh!! Unnnnh unnnnh unnnnh. Ohhhh." His cock got even harder, if that was possible. Suddenly he went over the edge. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" It was the loudest yell I'd heard from him. He squirted and squirted and squirted. His knees started to bend slightly before his balls reminded him he shouldn't do that. His head was hanging down, and sweat was pouring up his back toward his neck. He was panting. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" "Want me to untie your balls, Boy?" He gulped. "Yes, Sir." it was a whisper. I released the rope, and he sank to his knees, then flopped on his side with his eyes closed. "Ohhhhhhhh h h h h." I sat on the ground in front of him watching his face. It was at least five minutes before he opened his eyes and focused on me. He tried a smile. "Wow!!!" He closed his eyes for a few more moments, then blew out a breath and opened them again. "That was awesome, Sir. I have NEVER cum like that before. Wow!!" I reached out and ruffled his hair. "I gathered you liked it, Boy." He smiled dreamily, turned on his back and stretched out. "Wow!" Finally he rolled on his side and got to his feet and reached down to help me up and started to hug me, then pulled back. "Oooops, guess I'm not very clean." I put my arms around him and pulled his sweaty body into a bear hug, and he responded in kind, pressing our bodies together. Finally he rested his face on my shoulder, "Thank you. Now, what can I do for you?" "I'll get mine later, maybe after you get off work tonight." He looked at me. "I feel bad leaving you here by yourself. Maybe I could tell my mother I'm not feeling well and just stay here." "I have some things I need to do this evening anyway, so it's no problem, David. I'll probably get back here about the same time you do. Besides, I think you'll have fun at work tonight." He looked at me like I'd gone out of my mind. "That hasn't happened in a long time." He looked suspicious. "Is there something you're not telling me?" "Nope, it's just a feeling I have." I patted him on the ass. "You smell a little gamy, David. Why don't you go take a shower and then we can go get something to eat?" "I have stuff for a reasonable breakfast here, unless you really want to get dressed and go someplace." "I like being naked, actually." "So do I. I'll take a shower, then fix something." "Better let me have my rope before you step on it and twang your balls again." He laughed, turned his back to me and bent over so I could untie it from the ring. When I finished I swatted him on the ass. "Go shower, Boy. I' m famished." "Yes, Sir." He grinned over his shoulder at me then started jogging to the cabin. He slowed to a walk abruptly and held his balls with one hand as he walked. Apparently they were tender. .... He fixed a great breakfast -omelets with fresh spinach and feta cheese, toast, coffee and orange juice - and he made it look easy. We took everything outside to the table again, since it was still nice in the sun. He again offered to 'call in sick,' but I really did have some things I wanted to do, so we agreed that we'd meet here a little after 11. After that was taken care of I started pressing for a little more of his history. "Did you ever try to change things with your parents, get them to lighten up a little?" Big sigh. "Yes. Two times in particular. When I was in .. probably the fifth grade, I went to see the school counselor and told her how strict my parents were, how they wouldn't let me participate in any activities other than going to church and school, how they didn't even want me to have friends. Well, she wasn't sympathetic, even told them that I'd been to see her and why. That made things even worse - they started lecturing me even more about not trusting anyone except them. In a way the counselor proved their point, of course." He blew out a breath and thought for a while. "When I was in the seventh grade I ran away from home. I was going to try to find my Uncle David in Chicago." He half smiled. "I didn't understand then quite how big the city was. I didn't get far before the country sheriff spotted me and picked me up. I ended up telling him why I was running away, and he pulled over to the side of the road, pulled me out of the car and made me bend over and take a spanking right then and there. After that he took me home and told my parents everything. I was really depressed after that. I think I cried for a week because the world seemed to be as bad as my parents said." "Neither of those people acted professionally." I observed. "I know that now, but it sure hurt at the time. I still don't like those people." I got up, walked around the table and pulled him back to lean on me. His head was against my belly and I waited until I felt some of the bitterness drain out of him. "When you get home tonight, maybe I'll be a really bad sheriff. I'll make you get out of the car, stand in the headlights and strip so I can do a cavity search." His cock had been snoozing comfortably, lying down along the ball stretcher onto his balls, but at that point it seemed to lurch and come awake. He laughed and fondled himself. "I've fantasized about something like that when I was . jacking off at times." He was still playing with his cock. "That would be hot, Sir." I kissed his hair and pushed him back up to a sitting position and then moved to sit in one of the lounge chairs so I was facing him. "What else have you fantasized about?" He blushed. "Well, uhhhh.." He was clearly embarrassed. "David, I hate to tell you this, but you aren't as unique as you think. If you've thought about it, so have many, many other men, and a few of them have even tried the meanest, nastiest, dirtiest, most painful things you have ever thought of." He looked at me dubiously. "You think so?" "I'm positive. There is a distinction between fantasizing about something and actually wanting it to happen, too. Lots of gay men fantasize about being kidnapped and gang raped, but very few would actually want to experience it. Every guy has sexual fantasies, and they almost always range more widely than his desires." David looked thoughtful. "The sheriff thing you suggested turns me on big time when I think about you doing it, but I sure wouldn't want that sheriff in Middleburg to do it. He was fat and ugly. By now he's probably fatter and uglier." "How about some other things. You've given yourself enemas, right?" "Errr, yeah. How did you know?" "You were pretty blas� about having tried the bottled thing last night, so I assumed it wasn't a totally new experience. Have you ever messed your pants?" "No!" "Thought about it?" He blushed and hesitated. "Yeah." "Why didn't you?" "Well, it seemed like doing it would be sort of fun, like pissing in my pants that first night, but then I would think about having to clean up afterwards, and that part seemed really gross." "What if I gave you a big enema, made you put your pants back on, and we took a hike to the river?" "I'd probably turn my self inside out trying to hold it until you said I could drop my pants and let go." I looked at him speculatively. "Would you tell me to stop?" He looked down at the table and chewed his lip. Finally he looked up. "I don't know. If I'm ever going to do it, out here in the country is a good place, but the clean up still sounds like it would destroy any pleasure there had been." I tilted my head and nodded. I agreed with him about the cleanup, but he was right - the country was a good place to try it. We probably wouldn't have time to get to that anyway, but I'd keep it in mind. "What other fantasies have you jacked off to." "You've hit some of them pretty well, spanking me, tying me up and using your belt or that other thing." "The flogger?" "Yeah. Ever since I saw Uncle David's butt that one morning I've wanted my butt seriously whacked. I've wanted bruises to show for my pain. I've imagined rough cock and balls stuff, too. I'm not sure how far I really want to go with that." "What we did a few minutes ago is further than a lot of men would go." He grinned. "I kept telling myself I was a tough .. little fucker and could take it. It worked." He blushed at that admission. He was quiet for a minute. "Your example of the gang rape rings bells, too, but you're right, I don't really want that to happen. Now getting fucked roughly . I guess it depends on how rough it really was whether I'd want it or not." He thought for a minute more. "There's probably other stuff, but that's a lot of it." "Ever thought of something being pushed into your cock?" "Eeeeuuuh! No! Do . do some guys do that?" His hands were cradling his crotch. "Serious leather and toy stores even sell special rods called 'sounds' for that." He looked amazed. "And there are electrical toys, too, ones designed to provide electrical stimulation to cocks or balls or assholes, or all three." "Yeah? I don't know..it might be interesting if it wasn't too painful." He looked at me. "Have you done all those things to guys you've been with?" "Not all of them to the same guy, but I've done all of them and had most of them done to me." "Really?!" "Yeah, I play bottom sometimes. The rougher stuff has always been play acting, but a friend and I did a kidnap-rape for one fellow he knew. The guy didn't know when it was going to happen and didn't know the details of what we would do. He was pretty worried about what was going on until the end when we finally took our masks off." "You mean he wasn't sure it wasn't real?" "Yeah. We tried to force him to tell us some confidential information about his company. It was the kind of stuff a competitor would want to know. He was pretty sure it was us, but he kept wondering, too. He didn't want to repeat it after it was over, but he was turned on during most of it." We sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the day. Again, simultaneously, we decided it was time to do the dishes. By the time they were done it was after one in the afternoon. It's amazing how fast a day passes when you're having fun. David looked at me a moment. "I need to go sit under the tree for a while. Is . is that OK?" "Of course. I think I'll really take a shower now, then I'll meditate for a while." "You mean you didn't take one before?" "No, I just sat on the step and watched you. I don't leave guys tied up that way unattended." He turned red. "You heard me say all that stuff?" "Mostly I heard you muttering. I figured you were giving yourself hell for letting me pull the rope that tight or giving yourself a pep talk. Either way it seemed to work for you. That's what's important." "You know, I thought about trying to jack off, but I was afraid I'd lose my balance and . well, I didn't know what would happen then. I didn't want'em pulled off." He gave a little embarrassed grin. "Go sit under your tree, David. You may learn something important." "Yeah, I think I may." .. David came back from the tree and reported that a bunch of confusing images kept coming to mind. Images of him and me naked, images of how he remembered his Uncle David, images of him wearing things his mother bought "for Paul," as he put it, and images of him in those clothes looking ill. He was puzzled. "Just put them on a back burner for a while and see if things becomes clearer." I advised him. He nodded. "Not much else to do." He made a brown bag "lunch" he'd eat at work. I assured him I'd be out doing things for a while and I'd find something when I got hungry. "I don't need to go for a while. Is it OK of I stay here?" "Sure. You can stay here any time you want." "Will your father come by?" "He might after he gets off work. That could be a little awkward." "Well, I think a BIG bull, one of the biggest bulls he's ever seen, will bed down in your driveway after you leave." "You're getting some help from . err. friends again?" The corners of his mouth twitched. "Yup. If he's still there when you come home after work, just tell him you need to get home and he'll get out of your way. He's actually pretty friendly." I'm not sure he believed any of it. "Were you serious about the 'sheriff' thing earlier?" "Could have been. Why?" "Well, if you were .. I think I'll be wearing some of 'Paul's clothes,' those things I hate when I come home." I cocked an eyebrow and tilted my head, suggesting he tell me more. "Well, when I get home, if there's a 'sheriff' here who wants to rape me, he'll have a fight on his hands and he may have to rip my clothes off to get what he wants." "You mean you won't be a docile teenager?" "No. I won't be surprised to get a couple of bruises in the process, either." "This sounds quite a bit rougher than we've been before. Why?" "Michael, I trust you completely. It may be a long time before I find anyone else I trust enough to do anything even remotely like this, and it's something I've wanted to experience ever since that morning." "OK. There are two phrases I want you to have. One is 'Red Light.' It means 'STOP right now!' The second is, 'Yellow light.' means you're at your limit for the moment at least. I'll totally ignore any pleading you do saying 'stop' or 'don't do that' or anything like that. Got that?" "Yeah. Red light and yellow light. I guess I could use green light to mean I really like what you're doing?" I nodded. "And if you need to tell me something, like 'My left hand is getting numb.' you can just say it." He narrowed his eyes and looked at me, "You may get a bruise or two, also, Sheriff, if you don't watch yourself." He was asking permission to fight me. I narrowed my eyes, copying him, "I realize that, punk. It comes with the line of work." He had his permission. He grinned and found the clothes he would wear home and put them in a paper bag. He would look like a twenty-three year old adolescent. No wonder he hated them. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Comments are greatly appreciated. They are part of what keeps all the writers here writing. If you like it, tell me. If you don't and can provide some constructive comments about why, I want to hear that, too. The story is mostly written, so suggestions for story lines are not likely to show up in this piece, though they might be included in a later one. Comments can be sent to. jwray000@ameritech.net

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Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 21:36:32 -0600 From: J Wray Subject: Freeing David 7 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or real circumstances is purely coincidental. The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M) scenes. If you object to such content or are not of a legal age for your jurisdiction to read them, please exit now. Many thanks to my proofreaders/editors w1nner and Dirk M for their sharp eyes and useful suggestions. The copyright is retained by the author. Do not distribute without written permission. Freeing David 7 When David's car came down the drive I was ready to play the sheriff scene we had talked about earlier in the day. He parked and I walked up to his car window, ready to order him out of the car, but noticed he was still wearing the clothes he had worn to work, and he looked . well, about ready to explode. "Can we just cuddle and talk for a while, Michael?" He seemed very upbeat and excited. "Sure. Want to do it naked under the stars?" "Yeah! Let me get a blanket." He went inside and took a little longer than I expected, but when he came out he was naked and carrying a large blanket. Between the two of us we got it spread on the grass quickly, and as he stretched out on the soft surface I stripped, then joined him. We met in the middle for a good hug and soft kiss. This wasn't about sex; not yet, anyway. "So, what's up?" "I can't believe it, it WAS a fun day at work. When I first got there my mother went into this tirade about my not working last night. 'How could you do that to me? I need some time to rest! I can't believe a son of mine is so selfish. We're giving you the cabin for the summer and you're just lazing around.' All the usual guilt stuff she has used on me. This time I recognized what she was doing, and I didn't start feeling guilty. "Finally I interrupted her. 'Well, you told me when I agreed to work this summer that I could have two nights a week off.' "That put her off stride. She isn't used to anyone debating with her. 'Yes, but you should feel some responsibility. A business doesn't just run itself you know.' "That's a line she's used for ages. She bought the motel and expected my father and me to provide free labor. 'It isn't my motel, mother. None of its income comes to me.' They pay me a little under minimum wage, since I get the cabin for free for the summer. That really lit her fuse. She started telling me how ungrateful I was for all the money I had cost them over the years, all the trouble I'd been as a kid, that sort of thing. "Finally I interrupted, 'Besides, you split the time with Father, didn't you?' She opened her mouth and nothing came out. She could hardly tell me that she had sent him to spy on me or that he got led on a wild goose chase. "Finally she said, 'No, he had a meeting last night.' " 'A meeting?' I said. 'He hasn't been to a nighttime meeting in fifteen years. What are you not telling me, Mother?' It's true, too. He hates nighttime meetings for some reason. He just refuses to go. She blushed. I've never seen her blush before, but she blushed really red. At that point she just turned and stomped out of the room and slammed the door, and I still didn't feel guilty. Not only that, I started to see how she's been using me for years. Part of the time I get really pissed at that, and part of the time I'm able to just realize it and know I need to change it." "That's great, David." "Yeah!!" He hugged me really hard, just out of pure joy. "A lot of the credit goes to you, too." "How's that?" "You started calling me 'David.'" He was on the right track I thought, but I played dumb. "Soooo?" " 'Paul', she even called me 'Paulie' at one point tonight, was the kid that grew up under her control. He was the one that always gave in to her wheedling and whining; he was the one they taught to fear other people; he was the one they taught homosexuality was bad. 'David' was a little piece of my Uncle David. That part of me never really bought it. The tree even called me David when it told me I was perfectly OK. I just hadn't been able to be David in my own mind. Then when I told you I wanted to be called David, that 's what you called me. And I've been 'David' with you. I did things Paul would be terrified of. I trusted you, and you upheld that trust. You held me when I cried, and told me it was perfectly OK. You let me experiment with giving you control, but let me keep the right to take it back, and I didn't have to. You told 'David' you were proud of him. Even though she was calling me 'Paul' tonight, it was 'David' listening. You've set 'David' free, Michael." I hugged him just as hard has he'd hugged me earlier. "David's a very neat man, too." I told him. "And now I know what the end of the dream meant, too." "You do?" "Yeah, don't you see? It was 'Paul' who was choking on your cock. 'David' gets it down his throat just fine." He reached down and played with my cock. " 'David' really likes your cock, too." It lengthened a little. "And there's more." "More cock?" "No, silly." He pinched the head of my cock and let it go. "About tonight. My father came in about 4:30 - a little late for him. He told me the sheriff had told him that some cattle had gotten loose from a truck and asked if I'd seen any. I knew immediately he'd seen your bull. I told him I hadn't, but that I'd keep a watch out. He couldn't very well tell me he'd been to the lane without admitting he was trying to spy on me, so he let that rest. So I hit him about his meeting. 'I didn't know you ever went to night meetings, Father. What got you out last night?' "He got out of that one pretty easily. 'Oh, it was a business meeting over in Centerville your mother thought I should go to.' " 'Did you meet anyone interesting?' I asked, remembering your description of what Rafe would probably do. I've never seen anything like it. He turned bright red, he sort of gasped and looked like he was about to faint. He managed to get out a strangled 'No!!' as he almost ran out of the room. I almost felt sorry for him. I'd love to know what really happened last night." I felt David looking at me in the darkness. "Who knows? Your speculations may be a lot more fun than knowing the drab details." Actually, Rafe and I had talked after David left for work. David' s father . well make that 'Paul's' father, had shot a big load in his shorts after a little kissing and crotch fondling with Rafe, and he hadn't resisted doing either one. After he made his mess, though, he got quite embarrassed and upset. He almost pushed Rafe out of the car and took off for home. I was real curious how he explained his shorts to his wife; but again, my speculations might be more fun that the truth. I hoped he'd be able to tell David about it sometime, but I suspected that in his mind the event was already well on its way to total suppression. "Then there was one final event that was, .. well, interesting. This fellow rode up on his big Harley, parked in front and came in to ask about a room. When he saw me he just kept staring. At first it was flattering, then it got a little embarrassing. Finally I asked, 'Did I put my nose on upside down this morning?' He was embarrassed then. " 'Oh, sorry, I guess I was staring quite a bit. It's just that you look so much like someone I know; it's pretty amazing.' He looked at my name tag. 'P. D. Perkins. I'll have to ask him if he has any Perkins in his family tree.' "He was cute, too, so I wanted to make things, so I explained. 'That's for Paul and David. I prefer David.' I looked at his registration card. He was Russ Harper from Clearville, Illinois, so I asked, 'Where's Clearville, Russ?'" Paul would never ever have asked a good-looking guy something like that. " 'Oh, it's a little town northwest of Chicago. Not very exciting. Well, I need to be on my way early in the morning, but I'll be sure to ask my friend if he knows he has a look alike in Iowa. Take care.' He flashed a great smile and I smiled back. That was something else Paul wouldn't have done. As I said, it was a good evening!" He took a deep breath and sort of puffed it out. "I figured out a couple of things about myself during the evening, too." "Like?" "I think 'David' has to leave here soon. After you leave I need to get away from them. 'David' needs room to grow without being stunted by their . poison. That is a harsh way to put it, but it's how I feel." "It's pretty accurate, actually. Where will you go?" "I want to see if I can find my Uncle David. If I can and if he'll have me around, I think 'David' can do much better with him than he can here. I managed to save some money from the restaurant job; I didn't send any extra home the way my mother wanted me to, so I can get by for the rest of the summer before school starts." "Where will you look?" "I think I'll start in Chicago. I think that was where he was living when he came through that summer. Actually, I'll find a computer terminal and use the Internet to see where all the 'David A. Perkins' are. I'm sure now he was gay and into some rough stuff, so unless he's changed he's probably close to a big city some place. Of course, .." He held me tightly, burying his head in my shoulder. "You're afraid he may have died?" A nod. "A lot of men have, David, but I have a feeling he's doing fine." "How long will you stay?" "I need to move on tomorrow afternoon." "I'll miss you. I'll miss you a lot. You set David free. I'll never be the same, thank God." "I'm not going to vanish. I'll stay in touch and be around occasionally. You 're too neat a man to lose touch with." "Really?" "Yeah, why not?" "Well, . you aren't .... I just wasn't sure, errrr, . I wasn't sure what you 'd want." "I want to stay in touch, David, and I want to see how you grow. I want to be around if there are rough spots you need help with." "Thanks." He snuggled into me tighter, his head sort of against my chest. "That makes trying to find Uncle David and all that stuff seem a lot less scary." "Thanks for sharing the story of your evening, David." "I had to. I was going to bust with all the news if I didn't." We lay there contentedly for a few minutes, then he pushed back from me. "I think I'm going to back the car up the lane, put on some clothes and become a teenaged, punk-nerd and drive back down here. If I find a naked sheriff hanging around I may die laughing." He pinched one of my nipples hard and jumped up and ran to his car. Surprised by the change of mood, I grinned to myself. I would be the nasty sheriff by the time he got here. .. It took David longer than I expected, but eventually his car came back down the lane and halted a little further back from the house and at a different angle than usual, the headlights lighting a patch of grass. I walked up to the open driver's window. "I thought I might find you here, punk." "What'cha want, asshole?" He didn't even look at me. He was wearing a shirt that only a mother that didn't want her son to be an adult would have bought him. It might have looked OK on a fourteen-year old. "That's no way to talk to an officer of the law, shithead. Let me see your driver's license." "I don' have it with me. It's at home." "Bet you don't even have one, punk. You don't look old enough, to me. Smells like you've been drinking, too." "Have not!!" "Get out of the car, punk. Slowly." He just sat in the car, like he didn't hear me. I grabbed the door handle and jerked it open. "I said, GET OUT OF THE CAR, PUNK." I emphasized each word. He leaned over a little and spit on the ground, barely missing my boot. "Why? I ain't done nothin." He was playing a sullen teenager very well. I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of the car. He hit his butt on the ground before he got his feet out. "Oww!! That hurt, fucker," he yelled. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled up. "Stand up and put your hands against the car, punk." It was awkward, because I kept pulling, but he finally managed to stand up. I used his hair to pull him out of the way and slammed the door. "Hands on the car. Now!!" He stepped forward so he was within an arms' length of the car and put his hands on the roof, standing straight up. He was doing all he could to play the dumb teenager and antagonize an officer. I moved beside him, hanging on to his hair and kicked him none-to-gently in the shin. "Feet back, legs spread, arms apart, you stupid shit. Lean on the car." "Owww!! You bastard, I ain't done nothin!!" He did take the position I wanted, though. I let go of his hair and started a very methodical search. His pants were baggier than I would have expected his uptight mother to buy, but again they were appropriate for a much younger kid. My hands slid up his arms, down his chest and stomach and down to check his crotch carefully. My crotch was leaning on his butt at this point, and I moved it so he could feel my hard cock. I wasn't alone; his cock was straining in the confines of his briefs. "What'cha checkin' for, pervert?" "Some punks tape drugs to their balls. They think we won't find them. Well, we ain't afraid of a guy's balls. We check'em." I squeezed hard enough to make him grunt. "Fuckin' pervert!!" He grumbled. I moved my hands back up and slid them down his sides and the outsides of his legs, up the insides of his legs, pushing the baggy pants up as I moved my hands clear up beside his balls. Only then did I detect something taped to the inside of his leg; something on each side, in fact. "I thought you said you hadn't done anything, punk. It's pretty stupid taping your drugs there." "It ain't drugs." It was an amazingly good teenager whine. I finished the search, checking out the fronts of his legs, the back of his legs and getting a good feel of his butt. I was satisfied he didn't have a weapon - not a lethal weapon anyway. "Move over in the headlights and strip, punk. I want to see what all you got taped to your body. And don't try any fast stuff - you've got your old man's car, and I don't think he'd like me impounding it." "In your dreams, pervert. I ain't strippin' for any fat-assed ball grabber. Call my dad. I'm not putting up with this bullshit." He'd started to stand up, so I pushed him back against the car, hard. "You should cooperate and make things easy for yourself, punk, but I see I gotta teach ya a lesson. Spread your arms again." He was startled but did as I asked. I grabbed the back of the neck of his shirt and pulled down hard. The entire back panel of the shirt ripped out, pulling the front up tight against his throat. "Hey, fucker, my mom got me this shirt." "Tough shit, punk." I again stood and rubbed my crotch against his butt, reached around and grabbed the collar in front and jerked down hard enough to tear the front loose, leaving tattered connections to the sleeves. "Now, leave your feet where they are and lean your head on the car and put your hands behind your back." "I ain't gotta do that, man." It was a defiant whine. I pulled my belt out of its loops, doubled it and hit him hard across his butt. "Oww!!" but he didn't move. "I'll stop when you take the position, you stupid punk." He let me hit him about a dozen times before he gave in. "OK, OK, I'll do it. My dad'll get you for this. I'll show him the bruises. This is police brutality." He slowly leaned into the car and crossed his wrists behind his back to be tied. I pulled out my handcuffs and snapped one on his right wrist, then positioned his arms so I could do the left. I made sure they were tight enough to annoy him but not bad enough to cause damage. "Now, you little shit, we're going to get you in the headlights." I grabbed his hair and pulled. "Stand up." I pulled back hard enough so he could stand upright. "Now move." I pulled in the direction I wanted him to go, but he surprised me by turning toward me and trying to knee me in the groin. He meant it when he told me he was going to play rough, too. He missed my balls because I managed to twist out of the way, but barely. My leg would have a bruise where his knee hit me. In the scuffle I'd let go of his hair, so he turned and started to run. That's pretty awkward when you don't have free use of your arms. I quickly caught him by the arm and spun him toward me and grabbed his crotch hard. His balls were held out by the ball stretcher so they were easy to grab. "You try that again, you little shit, and I'll squeeze all the sperm out of these guys." I squeezed hard enough so he gasped. "Got it?" "Yeah." It was a gasp. I squeezed harder. "I think I deserve a little more respect, punk. What did you say?" "Yeah." He glared at me." I squeezed again. "Aaaaaghhh. Yes, Sir." It was a whisper. I squeezed harder. This guy was a 'tough little shit,' just like he told himself this morning. "I didn't quite hear you, punk." "Yes, Sir." he yelled. I let go of his balls but kept my hand on his arm and pointed at the brightly lit grass in front of his car. "Over there, punk." He walked quietly to the grass, mumbling sort of under his breath about his balls hurting. When we got to the middle of the lighted area I stopped him and pulled a long switchblade out of my pocket. I let it snap open in front of his face. He looked from it to me, a little fear showing in his eyes. Slowly, I scraped the very sharp blade down a little of his chest, taking off the hairs. His eyes got very wide while he watched. "I want you to stand very still, punk, so I don't slip and cut you with this." He nodded. "I didn't hear you, punk!" I stopped moving the knife and pressed it harder against his skin. "Yes, Sir. I'll stand still, Sir." "Gooood." I used the knife to slice off the rest of his shirt. I wanted him to see how sharp it really was. Next I went behind him, stuck one finger in the waist of his pants and pulled back enough to slide the knife down the back seam, letting the back of it rub along his spine down toward his tail bone. He stiffened but held still. With a little pressure I split his pants enough so they fell down his legs. They lodged just above his knees, so I went to the front and slit down from the waist band along the zipper to give them enough freedom to fall to his ankles. Only about an inch of cloth was holding them together. I could easily tear that later if I needed to. The pouches he'd taped to his inner thighs were clearly visible, as was the bulge where his cock was straining against his briefs. A wet spot was showing where the tip was pressing against the white fabric. Using the back of the knife to rub over all three pouches, I asked, "What are you keeping in these things, punk?" He took a very shaky breath. "Some things I don't want my mother to see, Sir." Clever answer. Apparently he wasn't going to insult me as long as I had the knife out. He seemed more than a little worried about it, but he hadn't used the safe word yet, so his fear wasn't overwhelming. "Let's check them out." I slipped my finger in the front of the waistband of his shorts and again slid the knife in, this time the back against his belly but the tip heading toward the top of his restrained cock. He watched, not even breathing. He gasped slightly as the tip touched him. I looked up, and he was staring at me with an odd mixture of fear and trust. I pulled the knife forward, and his shorts split from the top down. I stopped before his cock could spring free, folded the knife and put it back in my pocket. I grasped the two sides of the split waistband and pulled outward, ripping the fabric enough so his shorts could fall to his knees. His cock sprang out from his body. Even the close encounter with the knife hadn't deflated it, and with its freedom it quickly inflated to its full size. I grabbed his balls in one hand and cock in the other. "No wonder you didn't want your mother to see these. It's still a boycock hanging around with boyballs." "You seem to like having your hands on'm, old man. They probably feel bigger 'n yours." "What'cha got this collar on your ball sack for, Boy? Trying to make them stick out further so the bulge in your pants looks man sized?" I squeezed his balls again as I asked the question. He reverted to being more polite. "No, Sir. My balls don't hang very low. I'm trying to stretch the sack." "Well, if you had manballs, they'd hang lower, Boy." I played with his cock a little, and precum appeared in his pee slit. "I think you like this, punk. I think you like a man handling your boycock. You one of them fairies?" "Am not!!! I'm hard most of the time anyways, even watching the news on TV. It's that way with young guys." "Yeah, right, punk. Let's see what's in these other pouches." He pulled his legs together and tried to turn away. "No, Sir!! You don't have to do that, Sir. It's nothin' important." "Then you shouldn't mind me see'n it, punk." I grabbed the gauze and pulled on one of them. He yelped when the tape pulled off. Two condoms fell out. "What were you going to use these for, punk?" "I had a date, Sir." He even blushed a little. "Yeah, with some hot dude, I'll bet." "Was not!!!" he yelled. I grabbed the other pouch and pulled it off. Two tiny plastic containers of lube fell out. "Well, you don't need this stuff if you're doing it with a girl, punk. If you didn't have a date with a hot dude, you must have been hoping to meet up with some guy who was going to bust your virgin asshole." "WAS NOT!!!" "Well, since you supplied everything I need, I think I'll just make your wish come true." I stood in front of him and slowly stripped. David clearly enjoyed my show. His cock got even harder, and occasional drops of precum trailed toward the ground. I grasped his cock again. "I like your enthusiasm, punk. Now, bend over like you're going to grab your ankles. I want to see your cherry asshole." I walked behind him, but he didn't bend over. "You're nothin but an old fag, are you? You have to tie up young guys so they hold still while you get your jollies. You're a real mess, old man." I retrieved my belt and stood behind him. "Let me remind you what I do when you don't follow orders, punk." I hit his butt quite firmly with a bunch of blows. "OK, OK, I'll do it! I'll do it!!" When I stopped his butt had a bunch of red stripes, and some would probably leave him the bruises he had fantasized about. "Down on your knees, you stupid punk, and put your face in the grass." It was awkward, but he complied. His ass was in the air, and I could see his pink pucker. Having his legs restrained by his pants was getting in the way, so I finished ripping them and his shorts apart. "Move your knees apart more." He held still. "Do I need to get my belt again, punk?" "No, Sir!" He moved his knees a little further apart. I opened a foil pack and rolled the condom down my cock. It had been ready for this for some time, and added its own lubricant to the inside of the latex. I tore off the end of the lube tube, worked a little of it around and in his hole, not being very gentle this time, then spread the rest on my cock. I placed its head against his pucker and pushed a little. Since we'd done this last night, he started to relax pretty quickly. When the head was about three quarters of the way in, I thrust hard and sank in to the base. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! You fucker!! That hurts!! Take it out, take it out!!" He tried to get away from me by stretching out flat on the ground, sliding his head along the grass, but I followed him and let my full weight rest on him for a minute. He was groaning and moaning, and I could see a tear running from his eye across his nose, but no safe word, so I pulled most of the way out and thrust all the way in again. "Aaaaaaaa!!" The next time all I got was a groan, then silence as I continued. I gradually changed my angle so I was rubbing his prostate on each thrust, and he started moaning, the volume building as I continued. Then he started thrusting his ass back at me as I thrust in. Finally he went over the edge. "AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Ooooooooghhhhhhh!! Unnnhhhhh!!" I pulled out in one quick move, leaving him empty. "Oooooohhh unnnnngh!!! Put it back!!" I got up, jerked the condom off, went to his head, grabbed his hair and pulled up. "On your knees, punk!!" He was still out of it from cumming and from the empty feeling in his ass, but he struggled to comply. When he was in position I used his chin to tilt his head up to look at me. "Did I tell you you could cum, punk?" I used my most threatening tone. I noticed his cock was still hard. "I couldn't help it. You made me do it." "I haven't cum yet, punk. I don't like that!" "So what. Old men like you probably only cum once a month anyway." "Your mouth and throat are going to give me the service I need now, punk, and you probably noticed I like my cock all the way in. Your nose is going to be in my pubes and my man cock is going to be down your throat, you little shit. Open up." I saw raw fear in his eyes for a few seconds, then it slowly turned to clear determination. "I'll bite it off, you faggot. You'll be safer using my other end." I went to my pants and pulled out the knife and snapped it open as I came back to where he was kneeling. He was staring at the blade in fascination if not fear. I put it flat against his chest just above his nipple. He shrunk back, but I grabbed his hair so he couldn't go far. "Hair isn't the only thing this will remove, cocksucker, and you are going to be a nice cocksucker for me, aren't you?" I slid the blade a smidgen closer to his tit. "Yes, Sir. I'll suck your cock, Sir!" He almost yelled it, then opened his mouth for my cock. His hard cock was bobbing between his legs. "This is for that traffic light you drove through, too, punk." I wanted to make sure he wasn't so rattled he had forgotten he could stop me if he didn' t want to take on a rough face fucking session with his hands cuffed behind his back. "That was a green light and you know it, you faggot. You just want to fuck my mouth. So fuck it!" The corners of his mouth twitched slightly before he opened his mouth again. I pressed the back of the blade on his chest to close the knife again and tossed it over on top of my pants. "Don't think I don't know where that is, punk. I'll get it and use it if I need to." I knelt in front of him and batted his hard cock back and forth then reached under and massaged his balls roughly enough to make him grunt. "Looks like you are doin' pretty well, punk. I think you like this." "You gonna fuck my face, or are you waiting till your month is up, old man?" I stood in front of him. "Open up, punk. I'm going to bury this pole in your throat." "Pole? I've seen gherkins bigger than that." He was my smartass punk again, but he opened his mouth. I pointed my cock at his mouth, held his head still and pushed in so the head hit the back of his throat on the first thrust. He gagged slightly. I pulled out slowly to give him some recovery time, then a little sooner than he would have liked I thrust and hit the back again. And again. "You'd better open up and relax, punk, 'cause I'm gonna bury your nose in my pubes soon, whether you're ready or not." "Mmm." "I want you to cum again when I bury my cock and squirt my jizz into your stomach. Think you can do that?" "Mmmmmm." I had no idea whether that meant 'yes' or 'no', but it wasn't an unhappy noise. On the next thrust his throat was more open, and I pushed into it a little before backing out and doing a couple of short strokes. That seemed to work for him, so I set up a rhythm like that for a minute or so. "You're good, cocksucker. Most guys can't take my cock like that. You must have had practice." "Mmmm." "Get ready, punk, you're going to take it all." On that thrust, I pushed all the way in. His nose was in my pubes. I held it for a few seconds and backed out so he could breathe. He had a little trouble, but didn't gag. I followed the same pattern - all the way in, back out and a couple of short strokes, then all the way in again. He was breathing rapidly through his nose whenever he had a chance. When I pulled back I could see his cock was still hard and precum oozing out the tip, almost like I was massaging his prostate. "You like my mancock in your throat, don'cha, punk. You're cock is dripping." "Mmmm." I reached down with one hand and started pinching and rolling his tit while I held his head with the other. "Maybe I should call one of my deputies so we can have someone fucking your ass while I do this. He's big, he'd stretch your hole even more than I did. He likes to slap asses when he fucks, too, and he gets pretty rough with the guy's balls, pulling on'm and slapin'm around." "Mmmmmm!" I could tell he was getting really hot. "He'd like that little leather collar, it'd let him really stretch your bag. When he gets close to cumming he usually starts jacking the punk, too. Pretty rough, though. Some guys can't take it and get all soft. If they do that he starts fucking them really hard. Really bounces them around, he does." "Mmmmmmmmmm!" It was amazing how much he managed to hum while his throat was empty. "You 'bout ready, punk? I am. In a minute my mancock is gonna swell up and lodge in your throat and I'm gonna shoot my load right into your belly. You ready, punk?" "Mmmm! Mmmmm!" He even managed a slight nod. "Mmmmmm! MMMM." I choked the rest off as I thrust one last time into his throat and held his nose against my belly. I yelled and nearly fell over as my knees went weak. I could tell from the way he was jerking around he was cumming, too. I really wanted to just collapse at that point, but I needed to make sure this was challenging to my boy in a good way. I kept him pressed against me with his throat blocked for many seconds - twenty or thirty, I guessed - and he still wasn't trying to pull back. I was starting to wonder how long he could hold his breath when I felt him make a slight attempt to back off. I held him another ten seconds or so then pulled out all at once. He blew out a breath and gasped a big one back in. I held his head to balance him while he panted. When his breathing slowed down, I tilted his face up toward mine. "Can you stay there for a couple of moments, Boy?" He was bleary eyed from the experience, but he nodded. I let go of him, got the blanket and spread it on the grass and went and turned his headlights out. By the time I got back to him he'd walked to the blanket on his knees and collapsed onto it. "Want the handcuffs off?" "Hold me." Almost a little boy voice. I lay down beside him, pulled him tightly to my chest and rolled onto my back so he was lying on top of me. He laid his head on my chest and just went totally limp, still panting a little. It felt like he was giving me a body hug, just without arms. His cock was against my leg, finally mostly soft. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!!" After a little more time he sort of wiggled against me. "That was fantastic! I may never find another man I trust enough to do that again. Thank you, Michael." "You're a pretty convincing sullen, punk teenager, David. You sure that isn' t the real you?" He chuckled. "When I actually was a teenager I pulled the sullen stuff on my parents a lot." After a moment's thought he snorted. " 'David' thinks they deserved it, too." "From what you've told me, they did." He relaxed on top of me a little longer then lifted his head and looked at me. "Hey, you old faggot, you've had your jollies, how about taking these fucking handcuffs off." It was a teenager whine. I slapped his ass hard enough to sting. He yelped. "Not until I get some respect, punk." "Sniffle, sniffle. Would you take the handcuffs off, please, Sir. I'd really appreciate it, Sir. Sniffle." Even with very little light I could tell he was grinning. I held onto him and gently rolled to the side to get him off me, then went to find the keys. I dug through the sheriff's clothes, and dug and dug and dug. "I was sure I had keys earlier." I muttered, just barely loud enough for him to hear. He couldn't see my smile. I dug some more. "Ahhhh." I heard a sigh of relief from David. He turned on his stomach for me and I started trying keys. "Nope, not that one. Nope, not that one. Nope, not that one." I kept muttering. "I wonder if the right one is on here." Finally one slipped in the lock, but it didn't work. Then another and another. Finally one turned and released the cuff's grip. He sighed, but held his other arm still for me until it was free, too. "That was mean, Michael." I could tell he had a smile. "What?" "I was starting to get worried, then I realized you had never been sloppy in anything we'd done, so it had to be an act." He rolled over on his back and pulled me down on top of him and hugged me hard. "If you had shown a little more respect, maybe I could have found the right key sooner, punk." It was his turn to slap my butt. "OK, old man, Sir, shall we take showers?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 07:20:38 +0000 From: AB Subject: Slaving in the Dorms (Part I) If you are offended by male/male sex or domination, are not allowed to view erotic material, or are under 18, do not continue! If you want to use this story for more than just private use, contact me. Author retains all rights to the material below. Slaving in the Dorms (Part I) (College, authoritarian) I met him in my first year college. It was the first time that I'd been away from home, and all of my gay *friends*. I had been getting horney, since it was about a month since I came out here. There's this really hot guy, Jonathan, who lives a little down the hall from me. I had been checking him out in the shower for a while. He has one of those nicely cut bodies, with soft transitions from one muscle to another. His pecs were large and tight, and llocated high on his chest, giving him a long torso for his 6-pack. He had nice, broad shoulders with well-defined arms. His ass was nice and tight. He had smooth skin, with no body hair except for a patch above his cut cock. One day I was walking down the hall and I heard him playing his guitar and I stopped by his room to say hi. We started talking, about the band that he was thinking about starting, but he seemed a little distracted. Without saying anything about it, he closed the door. I noticed him locking it, and I wondered why he's doing that (these doors could be locked by keys on both sides). I didn't say anything and just assumed that he wanted some privacy. He put the key in his pocket. Totally out of the blue he said, "I bet a boy like you gives good head." A little stunned, I didn't know what to say. "What I meant was you probably can suck dick really good." I thought that maybe he was joking, and I was speechless. But he just pulled down his pants and boxers. I stared at his 8" cock while he played with it a little. He walked over to me and pushed me down to my knees. I put my mouth around it and started moving my tongue around his head. It tasted so good since I'm a cock junkie. I just love the way it tastes in my mouth. He put his hand behind my head and started to move in and out. He was literally fucking my face. Eventually he pushed his cock all the way in. I choked a little and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go. So I relaxed my throat. My nose was buried in his pubes. I just kept rubbing my tongue on the underside of his dick. He was rubbing his cock against my throat. He reached orgasm and pumped his cum down my throat, not letting go until he was completely dry and I had swallowed every bit of cum. He sat me down on his bed and said, "I haven't gotten any in a while. But now you are my bitch, and I can take whatever I want when I want it." That turned me on so much. Even when I was back home I was never anyone's boy bitch. He told me to undress, and I did. He took out some pieces of cloth and used them to tie me to his bed, face down. Then he tied a gag around my mouth. He undressed and I could feel his cock moving around my backside. I felt his head touching my back soving up and then back down to my ass. It moved down my crack, until suddenly he thrusted right into me, dry. I wanted to yell, but couldn't, so I just let out a loud grunt. But he didn't care, he just kept right at it, fucking in and out, in and out. He kept a steady rhythm. He just kept on going for what seemed like an hour. He started to fuck irregularly, and then he slowed down. One final thrust deep inside me and then he came. He pumped out what felt like a pint of cum. He removed his cock. I felt so loose, like a little slut. He got up and untied me, but didn't remove the gag. He pushed me on my back and lay down on top of me. I could feel his cock against mine when he said, "Now that I have christened you, you are officially mine. Your cock and balls are mine. And you will do with them as I say. When I want you to cum, you will cum. When I want to fuck, you will be the best fuck boy that you can be. When I want head, you'll suck like your life depended on it. You are not to cum without me telling you to, and no one else can fuck you without my permission. Is that clear?" I nodded. His stare would not break from my eyes. "OK. Now..." He got up and took a cock ring out of a drawer. He put it on my cock. "Don't take this off. It'll keep you waiting nicely for me." I nodded. Then he took out a dildo. It looked like 10 inches long, and just big in girth, bigger than any cock I had taken in before. Jonathan lifted up my legs and put them on his shoulders. He drove it up my ass. I wanted to yell, but couldn't. "There. You need to loosen up. Keep that in there." He removed the gag. "Come back here tomorrow at 7. We can have some more fun." He pushed me out into the hall, naked, with a cock ring and a dildo up my ass. I walked back to my room, humiliated. Guys were pointing at me, laughing. When I got back to my room, and I almosst thought that I would never go back there. But then again, I didn't want to disappoint him. Like my story? Email me at emmylovah@hotmail.com.

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Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 23:40:53 From: john smith Subject: Part 7 of What GOes Around... WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Ostrich78@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. It in no way encourages or approves of the abuse of minors which is abhorrent. The author resides in San Diego and would be interested in meeting 18-25 year olds who like the story. PART 7 PLEASE READ PARTS 1 THROUGH 6 FIRST AS THESE CHAPTERS BUILD UPON ONE ANOTHER. IF THERE IS A MARK OR A JOE OUT THERE... Finally the movie was over. The boys certainly had their fun during it. Through the entire movie I was either running to get them beer, or cowering on the floor wondering when they would next shock my dick to get the scream that they found to be so funny. For a while I tried not to give them the satisfaction, but they would just turn up the voltage so I learned to scream quickly in the hopes of minimizing the duration of the shock. With the movie over, and Mark and Joe now quite happy from the effect of all that beer on their 18 year old brains, they were off in search of new forms of entertainment. It all began when Joe announced the inevitable: "I've got to piss" he said as he got up and headed for the bathroom. "Wait a minute" said Mark. "I can't wait a minute asshole" was Joe's reply. "Yes you can, especially if you get something fun to piss on" said Mark. "What do you mean?" asked Joe, with a conspiratorial grin. "Come on" said Mark, as he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to a standing position. "Follow me boy" he commanded. Mark Opened the sliding door to the back deck, then I followed him out into the warmevening with Joe right behind. Mark then took me down the 4 steps to the yard, and led me to a position 3 feet from the rail of the deck, lying on my back. He then readjusted the electric butt plug to vigorously stimulate my prostate, leaving the electric cock ring also in place. Then, he went up to the deck, and standing on the edge pulled out his boy meat. Even soft the boy was amazing: I again wondered how such a skinny boyish guy could have such a huge dick. My thoughts were interrupted by his command: " Lay there with your mouth open boy" he said. I Complied, and soon the predictable occurred: from the 4 foot height of the deck, plus the 3 foot height at which his cock was located, a 6 beer stream of pungent urine hit me. At first, it landed on my stomach, splattering all over my face and all around me. "Christ, he even pisses like a horse" I thought. Soon the stream worked it's way north: Chest...Face... then right in my mouth. After what seemed like 2 minutes of pissing, he shook off the last drops and laughing said: "OK Joe, now its your turn". Joe then stood at the rail, pulled out his more modest dick, and proceeded to pee in the same manner: Stomach, Chest, Face, Mouth, Hair. He did not have anywhere near the stream of Mark's big hose, but boy did it go on for a long time. Finally, he finished, gave it a few shakes, and laughed. It was Mark's voice I heard again "Stay there boy" as he and Joe went back in. Over the next 4 hours, they must have consumed a case of beer. Every hour or so they would come back out and piss. In the warm spring air, I began to shiver. Also, the odor became progressively more foul as I lay in the mess. I wanted to cry out and ask them to please stop. However, I knew they wouldn't and I was hoping that my neighbors would not notice me with the hedge between our yards and the moonless night. Finally, the boys brought me back inside. "You Fucking Stink" said Joe. "Hit the shower BOY" said Mark. I don't know what happened to me: finally I could take it no more. Two 18 year old boys beating me, pissing on me, drinking my beer, controlling when I cum. "FUCK YOU" I screamed, as I struck out at both of them. I had the element of surprise and knocked both of them backwards. However, they had the agility of youth and soon had me on the floor face down. Mark ran and got the handcuffs while Joe sat on me. Soon they had me standing again, only with my hands cuffed behind my back. Mark was enraged "You fucking asshole, how dare you attack your masters. You're going to pay for this" he said. Joe was equally mad "My fucking clothes reek of piss...you're going to get it". I realized my predicament, and began to try to get mercy: "Please Sirs, I don't know what happened...I'm so sorry...I must've blacked out or something". "Like Hell you did" said Mark as he ripped out the electric butt plug and removed the cockring. Mark and Joe led me up to the shower, and stripping off their own urine soaked clothes proceeded to scrub me down under a constant stream of cold water. It felt like my balls had shriveled up into my throat, and I was uncontrollably shivering, but clean at the end. Mark then grabbed me by the balls and led/pulled me down two flights of stairs to the basement. It was clear that I was really going to get it. Soon, my hands were placed in leather cuffs and hooked to eyes in the exposed overhead beams. My legs were then also secured by ropes which held them spread wide connecting out to the walls. Mark then came around in front of me and began stroking my balls and cock: I was hard in an instant, though I was fearful of the beating to come. "Well boy, you've had your little effort at asserting control. Now you will find out what happens to boys who attack their masters..." My dick went instantly soft as his grip squeezed around my nuts with full strength, and simultaneously twisted HARD... "AAAAGGGGEEEEEEEEEH" I screamed, then began to retch from the pain. Mark got out of the way so no vomit landed on him, then he came back into view. "What I have here is a paddle, a strap, and the quirt. You are going to get 100 from each. Just so you don't get numb, we will have a one hour break between beatings. You will get fifty from Joe, and fifty from me with each instrument, separated by one hour breaks". I couldn't believe what I heard: 300 blows over 6 hours! "Please Sirs...I can't take that many..." I began to plead. "That's your problem boy, we're giving that many, and it doesn't look like you're going anywhere" said Joe with an evil laugh. Joe got to start with the paddle: it was the big heavy frat paddle made out of maple. He swung down full force with the very first blow. "UUUGH" I grunted Then the blows continued to rain down at a rate of about one every 10 seconds. I totally lost control and was screaming and begging in short order. Eventually it ended, and the two boys left the paddle where I could see it and left me to consider what was coming. The hour was up very quickly, and I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "My Turn" said Mark, sounding like a kid about to get to go water skiing. Fortunately for me, Mark is not as strong as Joe, but he really made me feel the next 50, and I was screaming loudly throughout. For the next hour, I stood there contemplating my fate as Mark and Joe lay on the sofa in the basement making out. Despite myself, my dick got hard as I watched these two perfect male specimens making love. Then it was Joe's turn with the strap. He laid it on with a vengeance: all fifty blows, all very hard, from my buttocks to my upper thighs. I knew I was going to be a bruised mess when this was over. Saying nothing, the boys went upstairs for an hour, then returned, and Mark repeated the strapping. IT was even worse now, and I was reduced to sobbing and hyperventilating, unable to even plead. Next came the quirt: the two long leather tails raked down my back, ass, and thighs 50 times as I twisted and shouted in pain: the back had not been hit up until now and it really stung. One hour later, Mark returned and again I got 50 with the quirt all over my back and ass. He was not as good with it, and many times it wrapped around to my chest and stomach, just missing my cock in the process. As soon as this 50 was finished, they cut me down. I was so limp that I would have fallen had they not caught me. I was brought over to the table that was previously used to secure me for CBT. Instead of securing me, they draped me over the side and proceeded to fuck me in turn several times. I just lay there, exhausted and unable to protest. It didn't even seem sexual at that point, just more humiliation. Finally, the two stud boys had fucked enough and they began to walk up the stairs. I lay there weeping over the side of the table. As they got near the top, I heard Mark say "Wait a minute, lets be sure he's still alive". I was really not aware of my surroundings, lying across the table with my legs spread and my cock and balls hanging in the wind. Suddenly though absolutely nauseating white hot ripping pain shot through my abdomen. I vaguely realized what they had done before I passed out from the pain: the quirt had been expertly directed right up between my legs to strike my balls full force. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2024 08:09:19 -0500 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 11 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, it includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. This new chapter is from the point of view of slave Ralph. It shows slave Ralph's enslavement process and overseeing the conversion of the slave's former homes into `Slave Quarters". This slave understands this could seem extreme for some. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. The age of some characters is 16 and 17 so they are young adults. In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to being enslaved for consensual slavery and BDSM scenes. So the slaves are also genetically different since they are the product of a breeding program designed to create 100% submissives or 100% dominants (See MSDS Society as references). The Society that bred our slave David has knowledge of a submissive and dominant gene. They used that knowledge to breed more submissives and dominants. For our slaves David, Billy, Jimmy, and Mike (Sparky) they are 100% submissives. This breeding made them so submissive that they want, no need to be enslaved. It is a deep desire that they cannot control. Characters: * Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of 5 slaves and designated Master of slave David and Slave Adam. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door. + Slave David Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, formerly married to Adam and former Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features sand out. + Slave Adam Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. + Jeff Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of pup slave Sperky, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy. Age 58, 160#, 5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5 inch dick, brown hair with gray highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor. Successful general contractor with experience in both residential and commercial construction. * Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of slave Jimmy and slave Billy. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Billy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Now adopted by Master Frank. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. + Slave Jimmy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair, green eyes, slim, and smooth. A swimmer's body. * Jason Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of Sparky. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Sparky / Mikey Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. A face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. + Ralph Peterson - Pup slave of Master Jason and Owned by Master Frank. 33 years old, 5 ft 9 in tall, cut 8 inch dick, black hair with brown eyes, lean and build. Before owning the leather shop downtown Ralph worked in construction, both residential and commercial. Won a lot of money in Vagas that he used to by the shop downtown with an apartment upstairs which now is in the process of being converted to slave quarters. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org POV Slave Ralph After closing up the shop, I go upstairs to my apartment and strip as soon as I enter. I may as well get used to being naked here. Master Frank told me he likes his slaves naked as much as possible. He likes to admire what he owns and access their bodies whenever he wants. I look around my apartment, thinking this will be the last time I will be living in this apartment as a free man. I go around picking up all my personal items, and placing them in cardboard boxes. This includes pictures of my family and friends, my favorite coffee cups, decorations around the apartment, souvenirs from vacations I have taken, and other miscellaneous items. By the time I am done, the apartment looks less lived in. Next, I start removing furniture from the apartment and putting them in the dumpster in the alley. There is not much. Most of the furniture is lightweight cheap things. I remove the TVs from the living room and bedroom. The apartment looks bare without furniture, even my dining room table set is in the dumpster. In my bedroom are just a mattress and a pile of clothes, leathers, and puppy gear. I grab a few large garbage bags and start putting the clothes and gear in the bags except a pair of shorts and sandals. I also gather up all the bed linens and towels, except for one small towel to use tomorrow morning. I will bring the bags with me to Master Frank's house in the morning. After I am done preparing my apartment, I look around and it no longer looks like someone lives here. It is now just a place to sleep and eat. Master Frank is going to make it my `Slave Quarters' as he likes to call all former homes of his slaves. As friends, we have talked for a long time about how to transform a free man into a slave. The first step is to remove all personal items and furniture. Master said they're reminders of an old life that should be forgotten. Slaves should only be thinking about their new life of servitude to their Master / Owner. So, the personal items are just a distraction. Removing the furniture reminds his slaves they are lower-status beings. Only the slave's Masters have the right to sit on the furniture. So, why would `Slave Quarters' need furniture? It all made perfect sense when Master Frank explained it to me. Now! Nothing in this apartment reminds me of my former life. These thoughts make my dick start to grow. I make my last hot meal as a free man. Master Frank said hot delicious meals are for Masters, not slaves. Slaves need to be constantly reminded they are below their Masters. At that thought, I leave my meal to cool down and take a warm shower but halfway through I change it to a cold shower. I remember Master Frank telling me that warm showers at a luxury that slaves should not be afforded. Warm / hot showers for a slave are an unnecessary expense for its Master. By the time I get out of the shower, I am shivering. Fuck! I will need to get used to those cold showers. Despite the cold shower I look down to see my dick is hard. Shit, a cold shower gets me hard just because I know Master Frank would be pleased. I dry myself with the small towel and then go back to find my food on the counter. It's now cold as Master Frank would like it. After dinner, I go to bed naked on the bare mattress. I wake up early the next morning excited about what is about to happen to me! I'm now thinking about what I agreed to in order to become a slave to Master Frank and his hot sexy son, Master Jason. FUCK! I tried so hard not to give in to Master Frank's demands for enslaving me. Master Frank doesn't just want to own my body but everything that's me. All I have worked for to make a life for myself. From the moment I met Master Frank, I wanted to be his slave. The raw demanding power he has is so leering. It draws me to him like an unseen force. Then when his dominant son started to order me around, I couldn't help myself. I always had the hots for young dominant guys. Master Jason saw my submissive pup side and took charge as a Master should. I don't blame Master Frank for using his son to get to me. It was only a matter of time before I gave in and submitted to Master Frank. He knew this and his son just pushed it along. Master Frank explained his plan to enslave the Anderson family and I found it so hot. Therefore, when I heard he actually did it, I was so horny and vulnerable that Master Jason could take control of me. Now he will be here every day controlling me and taking ownership of my leather shop and me. I have to train him so he can take ownership of the shop when he turns 18. Some might say I'm crazy but I find it hot that Master Frank and his son are going to take everything from me! Master Frank is going to own me. Not just for play or a temporary timeframe but for permanent enslavement with no possible way to escape. To have that much control over me makes my dick so hard. I sit naked on the bare mattress jerking off to these thoughts. When I get to the edge of shooting my load, I stop. I'm used to edging myself to keep the pleasure lasting longer. So, I edge for about an hour before I need to stop completely. I'm afraid that if I cum then I will end up with doubts. I really do want to be enslaved by Master Frank. So, I get up out off the mattress with a hard-on then take another cold shower hoping my hard-on will go down. It never really goes down much which keeps me in a state of constant horniness. So, I am left in a state of pleasure the whole morning. It's kind of like when a Dom ties me up or I am in my puppy mindset. After showering, I think of what Master's other orders were. I need to gather the deed to the shop / apartment, the title of my truck, all my bank info for the shop and my personal life, keys to the shop and the alarm code, and all the personal electronic devices. I use a password manager on those devices so Master just needs my master password and my second factor from my phone to access all my online accounts. I am going to need a box to carry all those devices and paperwork. So, I go downstairs naked to the shop. As I look for a box, I look around the shop for the last time as its owner. After today, I will no longer be a shop owner! It feels strange. I have worked so hard to build this shop. It is the only thing that I have succeeded in my life. I never was good at school which is why I did construction and manual labor all my life until I won big in Vegas and created this shop. Now I am about to give it all away to my Master Frank and his son Master Jason. Fuck! My dick is painfully hard Now! I am such a masochist that I get off on being stripped of everything that makes me human! Master doesn't see slaves as human like himself. To him, they are sub-humans, pets, or even just animals he owns. I have to laugh, well I love being a pet, especially a pup. I walk around the shop touching my favorite toys and the dungeon equipment I created with my own hands. I create and sell my own dungeon equipment, leather gear, and kinky toys. It sells for a good profit. I think now I am going to be a manual labor slave for my Masters. I will need to work hard to create the dungeon equipment, leathers, and toys so my Masters will earn those profits. I put a sign in the windows saying the shop will be closed for a few days and then lock the front door. I go back upstairs and box up the personal electronic devices. Next, I put on my shorts and sandals and then carry the bags of clothes and gear to my truck. I throw the bags in the bed of the trunk. Then go back upstairs and pick up the box of personal devices. I look around one last time. The apartment no longer looks like I lived here. In fact, it doesn't look like anyone lives here. The memories of my life in the apartment flash in my mind. The laughs I had with friends, all the Doms who have played with me, and the hot sex I had all over the apartment. Now, it will just be a place to house Master's slave, me! I walk out of the apartment and down the stairs that lead directly to the shop. I walk through the shop again, for the last time as the owner and a free man. I unlock the front door, open it, and look back seeing all the hard work I did to make it a successful business. I take a big breath then close the door and lock it. I walk away not wanting to turn around. I put the box in my truck and hop in. Then drive toward my future. I get to Master Frank's house with 10 minutes to spare. Fuck, I am so nervous! Once I enter Master's house my life will change forever! There will be no way to turn back. I take a big breath, pick up the box, and walk up to the front door. Is there a chill this morning or is it my nerves? I place the box on the ground. Then I grab my shorts and lower them as I kick off my sandals. I step out of the shorts, putting them and the sandals in the box. Next, I kneel in position 6 as Master Frank has explained to me many times. I have even practiced all 15 positions. I can't believe this day is finally here! When I`m in position, I reach over and ring the doorbell then get back position with my hands behind my head, back and thighs vertical where my thighs don't touch my calves. Now I feel my hard dick pointing straight up, waiting to be owned by Master Frank and his sons. Master leaves me waiting for maybe 20 or 30 minutes. I have no way to tell the time. The wait is killing me. Now my dick is dripping precum on the wood floor of the large porch. Finally, Master Frank opens the door. I feel Master staring down at me, causing me to feel weak in his presence. Finally, Master Frank says, "Come in slave." I was about to stand but I'm stopped. "Pup, slaves crawl." So, I crawl into my Master's home as a real pup slave for the first time. Master grabs the box and closes the door behind us. He leads me to his den. "Position 4!" I quickly stand, legs spread with my hand interlaced behind my head. This position leaves my whole body available for my Master to inspect or use me. Master walks around me tracing his hand along my body. I try to work out every day. In the back of my shop is a small home gym. Master squeezes my muscular arms, shoulders, legs, hard pecs, and 6-pack abs. "It has a well-maintained this body. Good strong muscles with no trace of fat. It kept this body in good shape after giving up the construction trade. So slave, why did it keep the perfect body?" "Master, so someday its Owner would be proud to Own this slave." "Good answer slave. Everything it does is to make its Owner proud to be my property. Is it ready to be my property?" "Yes Master, it's ready Master. Please Master take ownership of this slave. Make it your property, Master!" Master smiles at me, "I know it wants to be my property. Did it bring what I want for that to happen?" "Yes Master, everything is in the box for this slave to complete its commitment to be Master's property." "Did it prepare its 'Slave Quarters' as I ordered?" "Yes Master, there is only a mattress left." "Excellent slave, now to complete its enslavement, 'Position 6'." Again, I kneel like I was on the porch. Master throws a document at my feet. I look down at the title, 'Slavery Contract'. "Read it then sign or get up and leave. It's your choice, Ralph. This is the last chance to back out. Once you sign that `Slavery Contract' there is no going back to being a free man. You will be a slave for the rest of your life. When Jason turns 18, you will be given to him as his first owned slave. If something happens to Jason then I inherit you. Then if something happens to me, Alex inherits you. If something happens to Alex, my youngest slaves inherit you. So, Ralph, you will always and forever be a slave. As a slave, it no longer has any rights. It will become property. When Jason owns you, he has the right to sell you if he chooses. I very much doubt he would sell you since he loves owning a pup slave. You will be used for manual labor along with being a sex slave and a pup. Ralph, read it now." Master sits down in his leather chair behind his desk. So, I pick up the contract and start reading. It's what I expect per what Master and I have already talked about in the past and what Master just said. It includes Master Jason as my primary Master and Master Frank as my Owner until Master Jason turns 18 then he becomes both my primary Master and Owner. At that time, a new contract will be created in which my ownership will be transferred to Master Jason. I have no right to refuse the transfer since I would just be property. The last line of the contract gives me a chill but at the same time makes me very excited! Master puts in a clause that he has the right to change the contract at any time without my consent. I do not know why having that much power over me gets me this excited yet it does. I have dreamed of being a real slave for so long! Now is the moment. Now is the time I can see my dreams come true! I place the contract on the hardwood floor and sign it. I then pick up the contract and hand it to my owner. Master then throws two other documents at my feet. I look at them, "Power of Attorney" and "Advance Directive". These documents give Master Frank the legal power to effectively enslave me. They will give him the power to control my finances and medical needs. So, I again sign each document and hand them to Master. Master pulls out a collar that looks like what slave david wore in the shop yesterday. He opens the collar and orders in a calm but demanding way, "Slave, place its neck in the collar." I crawl between Master's legs and bend over so the cold steel of the collar touches my neck. Master closes the collar with an audible click. It is tight around my neck but not too tight. Master then puts two fingers to the side of the collar and we hear a ping from his phone. He picks up the phone and does something on it. "Slave Ralph, the collar is now registered to me as its owner. The collar cannot be removed without my permission. It can track my slave anywhere in the world. For now, I have programmed it to only allow my slave to be at my house, the "Slave Quarters' next door, and its other work sites. Its works sites will include the leather shop, its own "Slave Quarters", slave Jeffery's Slave Quarters, and a house that will be turned into a Master/slave fraternity. My slave will oversee and help slave Jeffery turn all the former homes of my slaves into proper `Slave Quarters'. All the rooms at each `Slave Quarters' will have steel doors installed, windows replaced with glass blocks, the walls reinforced with steel rebar, and a steel bed to sleep on. Since it is experienced with welding it will weld all the rebar together to effectively turn each room into a cell. Cameras will be installed throughout each `Slave Quarters' building. I have just given my slave overseer rights over slave Jeffery. It remembers who is slave Jeffery, right SLAVE?" "Yes Master, it's slave David's father." "Correct! Well, unfortunately, I just found out that slave Jeffery abused my youngest slaves while they lived with it. So, slave Jeffery needs to be punished for as long as I see fit. It will be allowed to rape slave Jeffery's ass over and over while my slave oversees the work at the `Slave Quarters'. Give the slave's hole time to heal between each rape. Do not use lube when it is being raped. It needs to feel that the rape is its punishment. Furthermore, slave Jeffery will be shocked daily on a set schedule. Make sure it is not doing anything that will cause property damage when the scheduled shock comes. Here is a special phone that will also allow my slave to punish slave Jeffery if it does not perform its task correctly and on time. Plus, I need the "Slave Quarters' next door done before we return from my brother's farm. Then both slaves can work on slave Jeffery's `Slave Quarters" next and finally its own `Slave Quarters". Also, makes sure slave Jeffery never comes near my younger slaves. This is why the `Slave Quarters' next door needs to be finished first. If either slave tries to leave my house or the slave works sites without my permission both slaves will be shocked continuously until they return. I have set up an automatic work schedule for each work site. Once the work sites next door and the two remote `Slave Quarters' are completed then it can open the shop again. So it is best to complete its work on time or before its due dates. If the timeline needs to be extended then my slave will explain why and I will make appropriate changes needed to the automatic scheduler. I will send out notifications to the shop customers that my slave is on a `vacation' while doing its required work. Does it have any questions?" WOW! This is a lot to take in. Master is requiring me to be slave Jeffery's overseer. So, he did enslave David's father after all. I have been a foreman on construction sites so know what is required to manage a job like this. It's an easier job compared to what I have done. I just never had the power to shock a worker for poor performance. This will be different. I then think about what Master said about raping slave Jeffery. It must have really abused those boys. Fuck that pisses me off. It will get the punishment it deserves and we'll get the job done on time. "Yes Master, will your slave be able to use your truck to get supplies?" "Yes slave, but most of the supplies will be shipped to each site on the schedule shown on the phone I just gave it. If it needs anything else then it is allowed to get them. Text me where it will be going so I can add the hardware store and route to it as part of the allowable locations/routes without being shocked. Also, make sure that slave Jeffery is locked up before it leaves the work site to get supplies. Do not take slave Jeffery with it to get supplies. Slave Jeffery needs to be controlled and monitored 24/7 at the moment. It tried to run last night but the shock radius around its house stopped it. Plus, I can't allow it to try to harm itself." "Understood Master. It looks like the scheduled work for each work site looks feasible. All will be done as Master orders." "Very good, slave. I know it will perform as I expect. It wants to please its Master, right?" "Yes, very much Master!" "Good, now bend over my desk. It is time to take possession of my hole." I bend over the desk. Master walks behind me and lubes up his fingers. He opens me up until his fist is almost all the way in my hole. I know he has a monster cock. It is even larger than Master Jason. I suspect Master Jason will end up even larger than Master Frank someday. I moan as Master slowly opens me up. Fuck! It feels so good. Once, Master feels I am open enough, I feel his cock pressed against my hole. I look back at him and see a big smile on his face! The head pops in causing me to take a big breath as Master enters me for the first time. He allows my hole to adjust then slowly pushes his 10-inches in and out, going deeper with each thrust. I'm moaning from both pain and pleasure as my hole opens up more and more! The deeper Master goes the faster he fucks. When Master bottoms out in my hole, he is fucking me fast and hard. Each thrust pushes my hard dick onto the oak desk. My dick is crushed over and over. I have to hold on to the other side of the desk to keep my body from bouncing off the desk. This only makes my dick get even harder. I yell and moan, "Fuck! Yes, Master! It loves your cock, Master!" "Take its owner's cock, slave. This is what it is now, my fuck toy!" "Yes Master, it is your fuck toy. Use it. Make its hole yours Master!" "I own its hole, its body, mind, and everything it has ever loved!" "Oh God, Master. It's your property, Master. Master owns it." "Yes slave, It is my property!" Master fucks me for about 2 hours. We move all over the house then end up outside fucking over a lounge chair when Master finally dumps his load in my hole. Master lays on top of me for a few minutes before pulling out. Master slaps me on the ass and orders, "Clean the house and itself then report to slave Jeffery's `Slave Quarters'. It needs to relieve Jason and Alex." I get up slowly trying to recover from the best fuck of my life. Master slaps me on the ass harder and says loudly, "SLAVE! HURRY UP!" I rush to clean the mess we made, and get dressed in the shorts and sandals from before. When I get outside I grab the bags of clothes and carry them into the house. Master orders me to put them out back. Master Jason will go through them and keep what he wants it to wear then burn the rest. I say "Yes Master." I place the bag of clothes on the patio table and then kneel in front of Master. "Master, may it please relieve Master Jason and Master Alex?" "Yes Slave, Work on slave Jeffery's `Slave Quarters' until we leave for my brother's farm. I will text it when we are gone. Then start working on the `Slave Quarters' next door" "Yes Master, it will do as its Master orders." I then rush out the door and drive to slave Jeffery's house or its `Slave Quarters' as Master wants them to be called. As I drive, I feel the weight of the collar around my neck. I have had collars on before, even steel-metal ones. However, this one feels different. I rub my hand around it. It's completely smooth all around. I can't even feel where the opening is. I do find one small loop to add a leash. It's tight enough around my neck that I can feel bumps on the inside. Those must be where the shock contact points touch the skin. Yet, it is not too tight to hinder my breathing. It's heavy but not too much to slow me down. It's like the perfect collar for a slave. This is the most high-tech collar I have ever seen or worn. Right now Master can track my movements as I drive. I remember Master saying that slave Jeffery tried to run last night but couldn't due to the collar. So Master can control what locations we are required to be at and administer shocks if we aren't where we are supposed to be. Holly shit! With this collar and the legal documents I signed, I am truly a slave to my Master. I have no way to escape. I can't call for help since Master took all my communication devices. I cannot drive to the police station since it would be off my route. I assume if it takes too long to get to my work sites I will be shocked too. So I have to be extra careful driving so I don't get stopped by the police but don't take too long either. I'm amazed at how much Master put into enslaving me. The collar and the legal documents enforce my slavery contract. Master really does own me! I will be a slave for as long as I live! This makes my cock hard in the slim shorts. I park the truck in the driveway. The house is set back from the road with trees blocking the view of the road. The next neighbors are about ¼ of a mile away. It is a big old house with a big large front porch like a farmhouse would have been. My guess, is it might have been the farmhouse of the land years ago. I see a man carrying a chair out of the house bringing it out to the road. The man looks older with some gray hair. However, he looks a lot like slave david. So, I assume this is slave Jeffery, slave David's father. He has a body shaped by hard labor the same as me. I can see his lean strong muscles as he carries the chair over his head. I lust after him as he strains to carry the heavy chair causing his muscles to pop! However, I have to laugh. Those muscles didn't help him from ending up getting enslaved like me. Then I look up to the porch to see Master Jason relaxing in a chair on the big porch watching slave Jeffery working hard to clear out his house just like I did to my apartment. Well, now Master Frank's apartment. I quickly remove my shorts and sandals as I step out of my... no Master's truck. I rush up to the porch and kneel in front of my young Master. "Shit slave, I see Dad has completed its enslavement. It looks good in its collar." Master Jason pats me on the head then rubs my ear. "Woof Woof!" "Good pup, what is its orders from my Dad? It can use its human voice." "Master, your pup is to relieve its Masters and stay here as the overseer of slave Jeffery." "Good pup. Did Dad give it a special phone to discipline slave Jeffery?" "Yes Master, the phone is in Master's truck." "Good, go get it." I run back to the truck and grab the phone Master Frank gave me. I run back to Master Jason and kneel at his feet again then hold my hand out with the phone. Master Jason takes the phone and pushes some buttons I cannot see. "Slave, I have turned on the mic options for the collar. Now it can keep track of what slave Jeffery might say. We don't want slave Jeffery to speak out of turn to someone who does not understand the nature of its enslavement. As its overseer, make sure the slave does not have the opportunity to speak to strangers like delivery men." WOW, I realize that Master must also hear anything I say too! I have the advantage of being trained in slavery with my temporary Doms. Slave Jeffery didn't have the same training. Oh crap, I am going to have to train the slave to speak and act like a proper slave. Master did do some training but that was years ago. We hear a vehicle coming up the drive. "Slave go greet the delivery truck before slave Jeffery has a chance. Shock slave Jeffery if it tries to speak. There is a low setting for public discipline. It will not cause it to fall to the ground, just to remind it who is in control of it." "Yes, Master." I get up and look in the app then quickly find the low setting that Master told me. I am ready to push it as I walk up to the delivery truck naked. Slave Jeffery tries to run up to the truck too but I press the button. I look back to see the slave stop in its tracks and groan. I smile, knowing I successfully stopped the slave as Master wanted. I greet the delivery man as he walks out from the back of the truck. He looks at me, surprised to see a naked man greeting him. "Hay man, Ahhh... I have a delivery from a `Father Micheal'." "Yes Sir, we are expecting it. Do you need any help?" "Oh yeah, thanks." I walk back behind the truck. I see the delivery man watching slave Jeffery turning back to the house. When we are out of the insight of my Master, the delivery man asks, "What is up with being naked and what is round your neck?" "Sir, we are in an alternative gay family who are into, you know, kinky Domination and submission. The ring around my neck is my slave collar." "OH SHIT! Are you OK?" "Yes Sir, very much. We are very happy." "You are not held against your will, are you?" "No, No, Sir this slave and my follow slave have voluntarily submitted to our Master." "OK slave, then you can help me carry these boxes to the house." "Yes Sir, of course!" I help the delivery man carry about 30 large boxes to the porch of the house. There are 10 that are the size of doors. I assume they are the steel doors for all the doors in the house. I am not sure what the other boxes are for. Is another one that is almost the size of a door but just a bit too small. When the delivery man left I kneel next to Master Jason again. He rubs my head and says, "It did a good job managing the delivery man's concerns. Good pup." "Slave Jeffery come and kneel in front of me, hands behind its back!" I watch the slave kneel in front of our Master putting its hands behind its back as ordered. At least it can follow simple orders. "Look me in the eyes." When it looks up I see fear in its eyes. This slave is scared of our Master. I remember Master Frank says it will be punished both by scheduled shocks and I can be raped it when its hole is healed. They must have really fucked the slave hard last night. "Slave its fellow slave is slave Ralph. It is now its overseer and will have the same control its Master has over it." "Slave Ralph, demonstrate how it can punish this slave for poor performance or disobedience. Use 80 percent power. " I open the phone, changed the power setting to 80 then looked at the slave as I press the button. I see its eyes fly open and then yell as it bends over into Master's lap. I think the length of time for the shock was set to 10 seconds. When the shock stopped the slave is breathing heavily. Fuck that looks like it hurts! I realize Master could do the same thing to me. I definitely don't want to give Master any reason to punish me with the shock collar. "Position 4, slave" The slave slowly gets into the same Position 4 that Master has explained to me in the past. So Master has been using those slave positions for years. When the slave is in position Master says, "Slave, it must move much quicker to get into position. Pup give it another shock for not getting into the slave position quickly." I press the button again on the app. The slave yells out and again falls into Master's lap. When the shock is over, it got back in position 4 much quicker the second time. "Better slave!" "Pup, as an overseer it will not give the slave any slack or it would try to take advantage of my pup, understand pup?" "Yes Master, it will not give the slave slack." I give the slave a stern look so it knows I am serious. "Good Pup. There is a "To-Do-Check-List" on it phone for each work site. Dad and I updated the "To-Do-Check-List'. Make sure the list for each site gets completed on time per schedule. Pup has the right to punish the slave in order to make sure each item is finished on time. If any item on the list is late both pup and slave will be punished." He looks at the slave and then orders, "Slave, follow my Pups orders as it would for its Master. As the demonstration shows, my pup can punish my slave just like its Masters can. Does my slave understand?" "Yes Master, it will follow Pup's orders as it would Master's orders." "Good slave." Then Master directs his next orders to both slave and me, "Pup and slave make sure the other main `Slave Quarters' are finished before its Masters come back from my Uncle's farm. We want to be able to house our other slaves properly in their slave cells. I will text my pup when we leave for my Uncle's farm. Then pup and slave can drive over to the main `Slave Quarters' work site. Just like this `Slave Quarters' the main one will have drop shipments at the work site. At that point, another delivery truck makes its way up the drive, Master greets the delivery man. I watch as Master chats with the man and then they laugh. The delivery man smiles looks at us, hands Master some boxes, and leaves. Master places the boxes on the porch. "Pup and Slave, that is 120 cans of stew that both pup and slave will eat from now on. Each feeding is one can. Pup and slave will be fed twice a day. Plus, there are dog bowls in one of the boxes. Pup and slave will eat with their mouths for each feeding. The stew will not be warmed up. In fact, one of the first items on the list is to remove the stove and microwave. Pup and slaves have no use for those appliances. Read the list and get it finished before we return." We both say, "Yes Master" with our heads bowed in submission. Master Jason calls for Alex to come as they are leaving. I hear Alex walk out the door yawning. "Did you have a good nap, bro?" "Yeah, that felt good. I will drive to Uncle's farm after we get back to the house." Master Jason replies, "Cool bro, I could use a nap too. Since you will drive I will nap with my pup Sparky." I see the confusion on slave Jeffery's face. I laugh he doesn't know his grandson was renamed by Master Jason. I will have to explain that to the slave. It might be good for the slave to understand our Masters have the right to rename us to something they like. Master Jason pats me on the head before Alex and him leave. "Be a good pup and make sure it finishes its work assignments. I wish I could take it to the farm with me but it is needed here. Maybe next time. Would pup like that?" "Woof Woof!" "Good boy, next time it will be with my other pup. My pups would have fun playing with each other." "Woof Woof!" Master Jason and Master Alex walk to their SUV and drive off. I look at the `Check List' on the phone and tell the slave, "Right slave, let's get to work." "Fuck you, I am not going to follow your orders. I am not your slave, asshole." God dam this is not starting out well. I then press the shock button on the collar, moving the power to 100%! I watch as the slave falls to his side and starts shaking then screams. When it recovers, I say again. "Slave, let's get to work." I see fear on its face. I can tell it was testing me when our Masters were gone. I stand and walk in the former house of this slave. It follows me with its head lowered. "OK! Per the Check-List we need to remove the stove and microwave. Does slave have a furniture dolly?" "Of course, what general contractor doesn't." He says with sarcasm that I cannot allow to stand. I pressed the shock button again, this time only at 70%. It yells out and falls to its knees. "What the fuck man!" I yell at it, "SLAVES ARE NEVER SARCASTIC! I EXPECT SLAVE TO GIVE ME THE RESPECT AS ITS OVERSEER!" "Sorry, yes, I get it" I press the button again and it yells out again still on its knees. "That is Yes Sir to any of its Overseers!" "Yes Sir!" "Better slave, Remember we both may be slaves but we are not equal. Master has made me its overseer and I take that status seriously. Does it understand?" "Yes Sir, it understands that Sir is my Overseer and my superior." "Now show me where the furniture dolly is." "Yes Sir, it is in the basement." We go to the basement. Dam it is a big basement. I notice a door at the far end covered with a sheet but can see the door handle. What is that door slave? "Sir, its a storage room." I walk over to it and see the slave getting nervous as I get closer to the door. When I open it I see a cot with shackles on all four corners. It smells of sex and a cum rag is on the concrete floor. "What is all this slave?" "Sir, it is just where you know where I go to release some stress." I look at the slave knowingly. "Don't lie to me, slave. It is a fantasy slave cell, isn't it? It looks down in shame. "Yes Sir, it is." "It's where this slave went to dream of being Master Frank's slave?" "Yes Sir, I couldn't keep Master Frank out of my head for all those years." "So, it really does want to be Master Frank's slave?" Now red in the face and head down, "Yes Sir, it has always wanted to be Master Frank's slave. I couldn't help it." "I understand slave. The moment I first saw Master Frank, I wanted to be his slave. I too resisted but in the end, I knew it was what I really wanted. So, now that I know its secret, it will be a good slave won't it" Still red with embarrassment, "Yes Sir, it will be good." "Excellent." "OK, now back to the Checklist. Grab the furniture dolly." I don't look back as I go up the stairs. It grabs the dolly and carries it up the stairs. We work to get the stove out with the dolly and then remove the microwave too. Next, we work on putting up cameras in every room of the house and outside. There will be no place that this slave will be able to hide on Master's property. Even the not-so-secret slave cell in the basement. If I didn't see the door we might have missed it. I bet the slave would have never told me about its slave cell. I also noticed the cameras include night vision and heat sensors. The cameras are high-tech surveillance cameras that a large corporation would use. It makes sense knowing Master Frank is the owner of a large company with offices all over the world. Master can afford the best high-tech to keep his slaves monitored. Each camera is set up with an e-sim chip and an internal battery. So they all connect to the internet independently. Therefore, the system cannot be shut down from a local router. It's all controlled from the cloud. I think my `Slave Quarters" and the shop will have these cameras too. I too will have no privacy either. Fuck my dick starts growing. Both of us slaves have half-hard dick all the time as we work. Next, we work on installing the steel door with RFID that connects with our collars. Each door again has an e-sim chip and batteries so again they are controlled from the cloud. We have to install impressive deadbolts that are controlled by solenoids. All we have to do is run electric power to the doors which are powered by contacts when the doors are closed. So our Masters can control which doors we can enter or leave. The instructions show the batteries run in emergency mode for months if the power goes out. Once the doors are installed there is no way for us slaves to disable them. I laugh, our former homes, the places we lived for years is now becoming our slave quarters and cells. By turning our homes into our slave quarters, it's not just to lock us up when not in use, it also reminds us we are Master's property and that he took everything important from us. So, now all we have to focus on is him! Master can take anything from us and use that against us. We are powerless to stop him and for me I love it. We get the Front and Back doors finished and I check them off the list. Then I get a text from Master Jason, So I tell the slave, "Slave, our Masters have left for the farm. It is time to work on its former son's house now. Slave has no clothes so it has to go naked. I'm told to stay naked too." So, I drive us naked to our new worksite. When get there the garage door opens automatically. I bet one of our Masters is monitoring us and opened the garage door remotely." When we pull into the garage, see a tear fall down the slave's face. I wonder what it is thinking. Does it blame itself for its sons and grandson's enslavement? Does regret what it did to his grandsons? Would it have done everything differently if it had a chance? Well, none of that matters right now. "Slave, lets get to work." We work the rest of the day at the work site. All the cameras and the doors are installed. I get a text at midnight. "My slaves will lock themselves in the cells designated for slave david and slave Adam. Slave Ralph may fuck slave Jeffery tonight." I text back, "Yes Master, thank you, Master. It's a pleasure to serve its Master." "Good slave, Don't fuck too long. It has a long day tomorrow." I grab slave Jeffery by the arm and pull him into the cell. When we enter the cell, the door closes automatically and locks. We are locked in for the night. I push the slave onto the bare mattress face down! Then climb on top of him. He tries to struggle under me but I have him in a headlock and I lock my legs around his. I was a wrestler in high school and still use those skills in kinky-wrestling scenes with subs when I feel I am in a dominant mood. Right now I am in a dominant mood. With my free hand, I position my cock at the slave's hole. With a strong thrust, I push my cock all the way into his hole. He screams but no one is going to come and help him. He is mine to fuck all night if I want. We fuck for about 40 minutes with me using different wrestling moves to keep the slave under control. He is at my mercy and I am loving it. There is no power trip like being the Alpha dog. When I dump my load into its hole, I hollow to the moon like the pup I am. 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Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 02:00:09 +0100 From: spokes1810 Subject: Tough Training for Cycle Lad--Part One Tough Training for Cycle Lad by Spokes1810 ____________________________ Chapter One ____________________________________________________________ Copyright 25 January 2002 by Spokes1810. All rights reserved. Email: spokes1810@hotmail.com ____________________________________________________________ Warning: Please read another story if you are not of legal age to read erotic material, or could be offended by its contents. This story depicts sexual acts and spanking (bdsm topics) between young males and adults. ____________________________________________________________ Dedicated to Danny Meyer. With admiration and gratitude. ____________________________________________________________ As Sean dismounted from his bike, sweaty and breathless after a heavy training, I noticed that he was getting a bit more flesh on his bones. I smiled to myself as he walked towards me-- looking quite alluring with his new, muscular bulges in the shiny stretch fabric of his green and red cycling outfit. The curve of his arms ended in more defined biceps. His thighs had grown in size and hardness and his straight legs looked more rounded as well. Sean was thirteen years old--a tall and skinny lad. He had joined our cycling club last year. At that time, even the smallest sized cycling shorts had been too large for him. At the sports shop that sponsors our team, the shop assistant had made a few "funny" remarks about Sean's small size when I took him there to be fitted for his cycling kit. Like all lads of his age, he cringed at the comments about his body. He blushed deeply and had seemed to withdraw for a moment. Poor Sean had been helpless to conceal it, having the pale skin that usually comes with fiery red hair. From that moment on, he was my favourite pupil. My name is Bob Summers, I am 35 years old and I'm the trainer of the boy's team at Summersfield CC. When I was younger, I had been a rather good amateur cyclist, and had even won the National Time Trial Championships. Years later, when I had moved to the little English town of Summersfield where I live now, the president of the local Cycling Club recognized my name, and asked me if I would like to train and coach his Time Trial Team for 12 till 15 year old boys. I immediately accepted, since cycling and boys were, and still are, the two greatest passions of my life. I especially like young lads in tight and shiny cycling shorts or skin suits. There is something wonderfully erotic about a growing boy with his lithe, budding body on display in shimmering spandex. My team consists at the moment of 6 boys: Mark, a handsome 15- year-old, Colin, a sturdy guy of 14 and a half, Brian, who has just turned 13, Sid, the team's youngest rider, who is 11, Graham, a cute little dark boy of 12, and Sean, my absolute favourite. The boys enjoy the friendly atmosphere and comradeship of our team--they like each other, and there is healthy competition going on between them. I consider them all to be my pupils. >From April till late November we meet twice a week at our clubhouse in the woods, discuss the progress of each pupil and then go off for a training ride. During these training rides I let my pupils ride in a group, not only to let them practise this important skill, but to develop their team sense as well. I get them to do some interval training and sometimes I mark out a stage in the flat and rural area surrounding Summersfield to let my boys do a Time Trial. It was after one of those rides that I suddenly became aware of Sean's changing body and it filled me with pleasure to see that he was starting to grow and develop. Sean was an extremely sexy lad. At times it was difficult not to stare at him, or openly admire the way he looked in his tight, shiny skin suit. It aroused me to watch a boy of that age walking around in his cycling kit. His flaming red hair only further enflamed my desire. I made other interesting discoveries about Sean. I came to notice that he seemed very interested in his team mates' bodies and cycling gear (he tried to conceal his staring at them but I saw what he was doing). He quite often absent-mindedly ran his fingers over his shorts, brushed his arse, or petted the fleshy tube that hung down his left leg. When listening to me while I was explaining something, I could see him sometimes fingering his spandex cap, or stroking his chest in his tight shirt while getting goose bumps on his arms. In the dressing room, I once saw him sniffing his shorts before putting them on, and his meaty prick started to lengthen. I quickly turned my back to him and adjusted my own growing dick, seeing the little one's penis grow before my eyes. That had been especially exciting to me, because sniffing spandex was one of my sexual likings as well. When I had a chance to play with my cock, I thought about what I had seen. It was incredible to me that I'd actually encountered a young bloke who seemed to have the same interests as I had. As I became fully erect, a daring image shot through my head: Sean, bare-chested, looking up at me with a pleading look, while squeezing a hard pole in his tight shorts. I just had to have this boy! About a month later--after spending hours of training, discussing, watching race videos, and of secretly drooling over Sean and imagining using his spandex-clad boy body in the lewdest of ways--I announced it was time for him to ride his first Time Trial. The other boys would take part as well. I had a sense of quiet excitement as I drove the lads to the little market town where the trials were being held. To make sure I would have a good view of him, I had Sean sit next to me, in the front seat. He seemed to be quite on edge, so I attempted to ease his tension. "A bit nervous, Sean?" I asked, smiling. "Not really...well...a bit, perhaps." "I see. No need. You have every reason to relax and be confident. You've worked hard with your mates, here, and with me. We'll all be with you. Besides, I'm pleased with your training." At that, he flashed me his gorgeous smile, while absently brushing his erect nipple through the thin, red top of his cycling suit. Seeing this fresh-faced youth rub his own tit had an intense erotic effect on me--as if someone had gently squeezed my balls. Soon, his nipple was not the only thing to be erect. I was glad I had put my track-bottoms on over my blue tights. Sean was the last one of our team to start. While waiting to be called to the start by the race judges, I made him sit up on his bike and stood behind him to hold his saddle. Because there was something wrong with the official's chronometer, we had to wait a little. I wasn't too happy about that, because it can be damaging to the rider's concentration. Luckily, Sean didn't seem to be bothered by the delay. He was gazing at the long, straight road ahead of him. At that moment, I realized I had an opportunity to touch his strong little boy's arse. He was leaning over the handlebars--quite focused on the race to come. Reflections from the strong sunlight made his spandex- covered bottom more shimmering and appealing than ever. The muscles in the lad's back really showed sensuously through his suit. I could feel the concentration oozing from his delightful body, and my prick responded by expanding slowly and getting heavier in my tights. Now was the time for me to act. I moved my hand from the back of his saddle to his arse, and slowly touched the left side of his bum. When my fingers made contact with his firm buttocks, I got a full hard-on almost instantly. His butt felt so tight and silky! Since Sean showed no reaction, I continued to fondle him. I leaned down to conceal my actions from any onlookers, and I drew little circles on his spandex boy's arse. I patted the strong cheeks and even ran a finger over his spine to excite him. The thrill of stimulating Sean in this way added to my own excitement. At that moment I was content simply touching him--knowing he was hardly in a position to object or stop me, and falling into a soft, erotic consciousness--when I felt Sean thrust his arse towards me. The little bugger liked it! So I gave him what he wanted: some firm cupping and patting. The next event was electrifying: Sean unconsciously lifted himself from his saddle, and with a bold movement I touched between his legs, carefully sliding my fingers along a warm, growing erection. It was a fleeting contact, but the sensation was incredibly arousing. Along with the ample boy-sweat in his padded cycling suit, I felt something I'd been hoping for--a generous puddle of precum. I delighted in the feel of it, furtively rubbing my fingers together. Then the race judge blew his whistle, a warning that the start was at hand and Sean and I were at attention again. At the last beep of the clock, I pushed him off, and he soon disappeared from my view. My mind was reeling with what I had done and how he had responded to it. I pondered his encouraging response, and quickly concluded that here was a sensual opportunity not to be missed! If I ever wanted to have the lad, I had to act soon. A situation like this was only too rare. I was nearly overwhelmed, not knowing how to proceed--I was afraid I would rush things and frighten him. My flaring desires soon overcame my doubts, as I thought about his firm, young body pressed against my wanting hands, as it had been, moments before. On the drive back to our clubhouse, I thought of a plan to get Sean into a similar situation with me, so I told the team I wanted to see them, one by one, to discuss their performances in the race before they went off to shower. (It gave me an extra opportunity to see them in their sweaty cycling kits as well.) I told them whom I wanted to see first, and of course Sean was to be the last one. I first asked Brian to follow me, and together we went to the fitness room. The next hour I praised, advised, sometimes scolded, and discussed the race with my boys. Overall, I was rather content with them. For the first time they had done very well. When I was sure the last of the others had left, I called Sean. He came in slowly, almost guiltily. I was glad again I had slipped on a tracksuit bottom over my blue shiny tights before he came in, so he wouldn't see the erection I would undoubtedly get. "Hi, Sean," I said, "What do you think about this afternoon?" Sean's immediate reaction was gratifying. He blinked nervously, and a deep blush appeared on his cheeks. My forward, blatant approach had paid off. "Wh...what sir?" His voice betrayed his nervousness and I realized he thought I was referring to what had happened seconds before the start. Grinning inwardly, I thought to myself, 'This is going to be interesting.' "What do you think about your race, lad? Or have you been doing other things as well?" My sharp, impatient tone made him shiftier. His little, sweaty legs trembled, and a deep blush covered his cheeks. "Oh--oh, the race, sir," he said manfully, "Er...I thought I did well, sir." His voice was a tiny bit too shrill to suggest real satisfaction. 'Time to tell the truth!' I thought wickedly. I made him sit down on a little bench and I began "Operation Sean." "Sean," I said, "I am not particularly pleased with your trial run. I've seen you ride better. When we did our last training, you had a far better time than today." The lad swallowed hard, his eyes darted around the room, and he became even redder in his face. His lips trembled and for a moment, I thought he was going to cry. "Sir...I--" "Sean, what happened today? I know you were a bit nervous, but that doesn't offer an explanation for the meagre time you made." He blinked tensely, and whispered something. "Sorry lad, what did you say?" Sean swallowed again, and said very softly, "I don't know, sir. I just...don't know what happened...I..." "Maybe you were thinking about something else, Sean. By the way, don't you agree your start was rather slow?" This was a hint he couldn't miss. I leaned forward to study his reaction. His blue eyes opened wide before he shut them, almost completely. This was painful for him--but a real turn-on for me. "Er...yeah...maybe, sir. I don't know." Sean sounded helpless. 'Time to strike!' I thought, while I felt my knob stir inside my tights. "There was something odd about the way you were sitting on your saddle, just before the race. Maybe you were leaning over too much, and destroyed your balance so that you couldn't get away quickly. "W-well..." The poor lad shifted nervously, as if in great distress. "Let's try it here, on the practice board. We have to find out about your disappointing performance." "Yes, sir." In the fitness room stood an old bike on a practice board. The older members of the club sometimes used it to train their speed. "Sean, get up on the bike." Slowly, the boy rose and hesitantly walked to the practice bike. From Sean's reluctance, I guessed that he must have realized what I wanted to do. Now he looked guilty, fearful-- erotically so. He was hardly at ease, yet such was the exquisite, sensual energy radiating from the good-looking thirteen-year-old, that his youthful beauty added a special charm to his discomfort. "Come over here lad, this isn't going to hurt." Finally, he reached the board. He simply stared at his toes, apparently too embarrassed to look me in the face. "Move along, Sean--up you go," I said as I guided his legs to the pedals. He climbed on and assumed the standard, forward-leaning position, which I found quite erotic. And there he sat, in the same arousing way as earlier that afternoon--head down, upper body over the handlebars, and that lovely spandex-covered bottom sticking out behind. The whole scene was a duplicate of our positions moments before today's race. The only difference now, was that he was shaking like a leaf. I stood behind him and looked at him. It was so exciting to see him like this! "Okay, Sean, I can see what's wrong. You are leaning over too far. It puts you out of balance. Slide your bottom back, a bit. Yes, that's it." Sean made a few sighing noises while he did so. He was still trembling. "Right. Now, I want you to place the padding of your shorts exactly on the saddle. That's how you'll know you're in a good position." As he leaned back a bit more, his wonderful arse was finally planted firmly where it should be. I could touch him now, if I wanted. And so, while I spoke about the importance of balance and position, I began to grope him again. He gasped. "Sorry, what was that?" I said. "Sir...er...nothing sir. I just...er...aaagggh," Sean mumbled. He sighed when I grabbed his backside harder, and started to squeeze and cup it. I knew the moment was here. I let my voice drop to a husky whisper. "This was what you were thinking of during your race, eh Sean?" I said, making sure there was no doubt about my intentions. "You like it?" Sean was gasping and blushing like mad. It only made my cock grow harder. It was so sexy to let the little boy dangle like this. "Uhhh." "Yes Sean, you really like this, don't you? Well, I like playing with your arse as well. It really looks so cute and sexy in that tight spandex." Now, he was wriggling frantically, giving me clear access to reach under him and feel his cock and balls. I knew he had to be hard as a rock! But when I touched between his legs, his eyes grew wide with fear and he threw himself off the bike. I was a bit unnerved at that. "Please, sir...Please. I have to go to the loo. Please...oh!" He ran out of the room, all flustered and blushing. When I knew for sure that he had reached the toilets in the dressing room, I followed, quietly. I was certain I knew what he was going to do, and I was determined to see it. Very carefully, I tiptoed to the toilets. Luckily, the door was slightly ajar and I was able to see Sean standing in front of one of the urinals. He had tossed his shirt on the floor, and was wanking feverishly. While one hand held his shorts, the other was moving rhythmically up and down his young, excited organ. The sight of him was incredibly stimulating, despite the fact that he stood with his back to me. If ever there was a picture of desperate, boyish, sexual energy, this was it! I watched the muscles in his pale arse cheeks clench feverishly with every stroke he gave to his dick. Moaning and muttering to himself, he pressed his spandex shorts up to his nose, took a deep whiff, and made a strange, lust-filled, throaty sound. The deliberate motions of his fist accelerated now and his whole body shook from the intense feelings he was obviously experiencing. It was uniquely arousing to see the boy pound his cock! His body was all red from the effort and large drops of his boy sweat ran down from his neck over his freckled shoulder blades. The room smelled of sex. I could see that Sean would cum any minute. "AAAAAGGHHH! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...yeah...yeah, ooohhh, YEAH!" His high-pitched boy voice echoed in the tiled room. I actually heard his spunk splatter onto the floor! With difficulty, I tore myself from the exciting scene and quickly left the dressing room. I had to get back to my office before Sean could catch me. A few seconds later, I heard the showers being turned on. I sat at my desk, fiddling with some papers. Although I was dying to get my hands on my stiff cock, I knew that had to wait until I would be alone. When I finally heard him in the corridor on his way out, I went after him. "Sean, if you need me for anything, you know where to find me." He turned towards me, gasped, pressed his sports bag to his chest as if to protect himself from something horrible and ran out of the building. In spite of my dashed hopes for more intimate contact, I grinned and went back to my office. As I watched through the window and saw him cycling away, I took my aching cock in my hand. I wanted to have a good, slow jerking-off session, but all the images and feelings of that afternoon frantically whirled around in my head--Sean's tight boy's arse in his cycle suit, the moments when I touched his hot, teenage body, the shame and guilt etched on his pretty face when I confronted him with his behaviour, and finally, the hot solo sex I had witnessed when he had sniffed his shorts. I gave two strokes to my rigid, reddened erection, and with a loud scream, I shot long ropes of warm spunk all over myself. I felt the sexual tension rise from my toes and rush upward through my trembling legs, propelling me to a jolting climax. It took some time for me to recover, and make my way to the showers, to clean up. While showering, I thought about the things that had happened, and wondered where it all would lead. I realized that I had to go slowly with the lad, but I knew that one day he would come to me again. He had to. His sexual desires would eventually outweigh his shame. 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Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2024 06:31:41 -0500 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 10 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, it includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. This new chapter is from the point of view of slave David as he goes on a date with his Master and then reunites his Master with his father. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. The age of some characters is 16 and 17 so they are young adults. In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to being enslaved for consensual slavery and BDSM scenes. So the slaves are also genetically different since they are the product of a breeding program designed to create 100% submissives or 100% dominants (See MSDS Society as references). The Society that bred our slave David has knowledge of a submissive and dominant gene. They used that knowledge to breed more submissives and dominants. For our slaves David, Billy, Jimmy, and Mike (Sparky) they are 100% submissives. This breeding made them so submissive that they want, no need to be enslaved. It is a deep desire that they cannot control. Characters: * Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of 5 slaves and designated Master of slave David and Slave Adam. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door. + Slave David Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, formerly married to Adam and former Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features sand out. + Slave Adam Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. * Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of slave Jimmy and slave Billy. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Billy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Now adopted by Master Frank. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. + Slave Jimmy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair, green eyes, slim, and smooth. A swimmer's body. * Jason Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of Sparky. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Sparky / Mikey Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. A face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. + Ralph Peterson - Pup slave of Master Jason and Owned by Master Frank. 33 years old, 5 ft 9 in tall, cut 8 inch dick, black hair with brown eyes, lean and build. Before owning the leather shop downtown Ralph worked construction, both residential and commercial. Won a lot of money in Vegas that he used to by the shop downtown with an apartment upstairs which now is in the process of being converted to slave quarters. * Jeff Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of pup slave Sperky, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy. Age 58, 160#, 5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5 inch dick, brown hair with gray highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor. Successful general contractor with experience in both residential and commercial construction. POV slave david After a group effort from my twin sons, my ex-husband, and myself we were able to get our Master to dump a load in my ex's throat. We worked hard to please our Master. Yet, I am not sure I am looking forward to my date with my Master. It's like in some ways, I am betraying Adam, my ex! I know these dates are not meant to be romantic. It's for show so that Master can marry me without the community finding out I am really just his slave. All on the pretense of adopting my sons. Master doesn't want slave Adam and me to have control of our sons as their parents. They are his slaves now. Adopting my sons gives him that control. If my neighbors only knew why we were dating, Master might not be able to persuade them to accept volunteer slavery for our community soon. So, how am I going to be able to act like I am having a happy loving affair with Master? Then come home to Adam who I still love. I know it's stupid to feel guilty. I mean Adam is Master's slave too. We both agreed to sign the Slavery Contract. So, why do I feel guilty now that the date is here? Master has me put on the formal outfit that he kept. When I dated Adam, I spent hours debating what to wear. Now I don't even have a choice. It's another reminder that I'm his slave and not his lover. Lovers are equals. I am nowhere equal to my Master. In fact, it's the complete opposite of being equal. I put on the outfit and it's ready tight on me. It is much tighter than I'm used to wearing. For the last couple of days, I have been naked, or mostly naked. This outfit must be from when I was much younger. Now, I remember It. I wore this on my third date with Adam. I kept it as a remembrance of our date. It was when I knew I liked him and realized we were the same deep down. Now, it will be a reminder of my first date with Master. Master is replacing all my memories of when I fell in love with Adam. He took our wedding rings, our marriage, our home, our children, our freedom, and now my memories of dating Adam. All being replaced with memories of serving and obeying him. Yet, for some reason, I can't stop wanting him more. The more he takes from me, the more I want to serve and obey him. He had me naked in a public alley today, taking away my privacy even in public! Yet, I was hornier than I could ever imagine. Plus, sucking the owner of the party store while his customers were only inches away was so embarrassing but thrilling too! Afterward, I wanted my Master even more, which is why I ran so fast to catch up with him on our run back home. Now I'm standing in the living room as Master looks at me in this tight-fitting outfit and comments, "DAM! slave, it looks good! Turn around, let me see how its ass looks." So, slowly I turn around. When Master sees my ass, he squeezes it through the form-fitting pants and then orders, "Continue to turn so I can see how all the clothes look on my beautiful slave." I continue to turn and when I face him again, Master pinches my right nipple. I moan out, loving my Master's attention. "I like how its pants show off its hot ass. Plus, the shirt looks just as good too. I love how the nipples show through the shirt. Yes, I like this outfit. It shows off my slave's assets well. Now let's go, I have made reservations for 6:00 pm." Master grabs my hand and walks us out of the front door. I feel naked with the skintight dress shirt and slacks. I laugh, they are not slacks at all. We walk to the passenger's side of the SUV. Master even opens the door for me. He is being such a gentleman. I laugh to myself, he's like a gentleman in old times when husbands basically owned their women. Now! I'm `the owned' spouse. I climb in and he closes the door. Then, he rushes over to the other side with a huge grin! I look out the front window to see our neighbor across the street watching us. He is the best gossiper in the whole neighborhood. I just smile, like I'm an excited lover for my Master. When Master gets in, he pulls me into a kiss. Just before I kiss him, I see Adam's and my wedding rings hanging from the chain around his neck. Fuck this whole night, I am going to be staring at those rings, reminding me I am no longer married to my Adam. He is reminding me that Adam and I are his slaves, Now! While we kiss, I think about how easily he took Adam from me and the extent of control he has over us! Even this date is controlled by him! These thoughts get me excited causing my dick to show in the tight pants he made me wear! Shit! My dick is now going to be seen by everyone! He even controls it by simply kissing me in front of my neighbor. Master rubs my leg then feels my hard-on. He strokes it as we make out for all our neighbors to see. He grabs the back of my head, pulling me deep into a passionate dominant kiss. His tongue takes control of my mouth just like he has taken over my whole body. I start moaning, loving the kiss. This now feels like a real date of two new lovers who cannot keep their hands off each other. I reach up Master's thigh to find his cock. It is just as hard as mine is. As we kiss, I start stroking it in his loose slacks. At this point, I couldn't care less what my neighbors think or why I'm on this date. All I want is for him to fuck me here and now! I want to straddle him so I can push his hard cock into my hole, spreading my hole to its max! Master breaks the kiss but never stops stroking me except to start the engine. On the way to the restaurant, he keeps me horny so I only think about him. When we get to the restaurant, he pulls up to valet parking. A hot twenty-something opens the driver's door. Master lets go of my dick only after the guy opens the door and sees what he is doing. I am completely embarrassed. My cheeks turn a deep shade of red as Master walks around the SUV, opens my door, and helps me out like a gentleman. I feel like I am on my first date. He looks down at my hard dick and smiles knowing it's his fault I'm so horny. Master holds my hand as we enter the restaurant. I try to adjust my hard-on in the tight slacks but it's useless. Now! Everyone in the restaurant can see I have the hots for him. I think this is what Master planned all along. He wants an open affair so he can marry me quickly. We are escorted to a table for two. There is a candle lit on the table. Red napkins with a white tablecloth covering it. It does look like a romantic dinner setting. As the young man escorts us to our table, he keeps looking back at the obscene outline in my pants. I try to will it down but it's impossible! As we pass other diners they smile or are in shock. Then they see who I am with and they're even more shocked. I know some of them from my son's school or Adam's seat on the school board. We have even had some over for dinner. Now I am even more embarrassed, causing my dick to show even more. Yet, there's nothing I can do about it as Master holds my hand tight so I cannot escape my embarrassment. I look up at him seeing him smirk with satisfaction! He's enjoying my discomfort! I'm thankful when we reach our table and can slide in to hide my source of embarrassment under the tablecloth. Yet, as soon as Master takes a seat next to me, he grabs my hard dick again, stroking it. He leans into my ear as I moan from the stroking. "Slave, is it enjoying itself? I am having a wonderful time with my `boyfriend' ", he pauses to remind me we are not boyfriends. He licks my ear which makes me giggle. This gets the attention of other diners again. Master is making sure everyone thinks we are true lovers. The waiter comes to the table. When I look up, Master says to the waiter, "OH! Hello boy. It's good to see you again." I wonder how Master knows this young man. He looks familiar but cannot place it. Master continues, "It was good to meet you at the party store this morning." Now my face turns a bright shade of red. He was one of the customers when I was sucking off the young store owner. Then it hits me. He is on my son's swim team. OH! He's on the varsity team whereas my sons are on the junior team. He smiles at Master with a bit of lust in his eyes, "Yes Sir, it was good to meet you too. How may I `serve' you today, Sir." He paused on the word `serve' indicating he wants to serve my Master more than just as a waiter. "Boy, please bring me a rum and coke." "And for you Sir", looking at me. But before I can say a word, "My boy will have just the water." Looking back at Master, he says, "Very well Sir. Thank you! Sir." Master leans over, "As my slave might have guessed, that boy was in the store when it was serving the store owner. Now pull out your worthless penis from those hot sexy pants." I try discreetly to open my pants and pull out my 'worthless penis'. I have no underwear so it pops out easily. Master grabs it and starts stroking me slowly. The waiter/boy comes back with our drinks. After he puts the drinks down in front of us, Master knocks a fork off the table. "Boy, please could you get that? Thank you, boy." "The boy bends down and has to reach under the table to get the fork. As he lifts the tablecloth, he sees Master stroking my hard dick. We hear a moan from under the table. The boy quickly rushes out from under the table. I see a mound forming in his pants. Oh shit, now our waiter knows what Master is doing to me. Throughout the date, Master keeps me hard with no one the wiser. My cheeks stay red for the whole date. Others must think Master is flirting with me, causing me to blush. If they only knew the truth. Master keeps licking my ear causing me to giggle. They must think Master is making me laugh with his witty humor. I feel like I am on show for my Master's amusement. Well, that is exactly what is happening. Master is showing me off to the world as someone he is going to marry and then later out me as something he owns. In a lot of relationships, one partner is more dominant than the other. I assume Master is going to use our marriage to show the world I am his submissive and finally show them I am his slave. By that time, I will no longer be his husband, just his slave. There is nothing I can do to prevent all that from happening. And, deep down I want it to happen. I want everyone to know I am his slave. Master then orders Prime Rib for himself and a salad for me. He sips his rum and coke. I drink only my water. Master is controlling everything about this date, even what I eat, drink, and how horny I am. Master fingers our wedding rings every so often as a reminder he took everyone I love as his property. Now I have to act as his new lover. When we are done with the meal Master kisses my neck as he continues to stroke my dick. Then he kisses me passionately causing me to moan. I am so close to shooting. But Master stops just short of releasing my seed. I have not shot a load since being enslaved. I have not even touched my dick. My full focus has been on pleasing him that I haven't thought about jerking off! Yet, now, in this very public place, I'm so close to shooting in front of my friends and neighbors. However, my focus is still on my Master as he kisses me. So, even in public, Master is controlling whether or not I can shoot my cum all over the restaurant's floor. Fuck! I am so close now yet I can't without Master allow it to happen! As Master licks my ear, I whisper, "Master please..." Master whispers back, "Does my slave want to shoot its submissive seed all over this restaurant's floor?" "Yes Master, please Master!" "Will it be a good slave?* "Yes, Master. Your slave will be good." "Will it obey its Master no matter what it is ordered to do?" "Yes Master, it will obey anything Master orders!" "Good slave. Tonight I am going to enslave its father and my slave is going to help." "Yes, Master!" Master kissing me again yet never stops stroking me, keeping me on edge of release. Oh fuck, I will do anything Master wants just to be able to shoot my load! "Tonight after dinner we are going to your father's place. Does my slave still have a key to its father's house?" "Yes Master, the house keys are with the keys that Master already has." "Front and back door keys?" "Yes, Master." "Excellent!" "We will enter its father's front house. At the same time, my sons will enter the back door. When it sees its father, it will introduce me as its new lover and Master then do anything it tells it to do. It will use my full name for its introduction as its Master. I will then take over." "Does my slave understand its orders?" "Yes, Master. It will introduce its Master to its father and use Master's full name!" "Good slave, now lower its pants to its ankle." I quickly lower my pants all the way. Master then lets go of my dick and uses the precum on his fingers as lube. He reaches behind me, sliding his fingers up between my ass cheeks and into my hole. At the same time, he kisses me again. Master finds my prostate and rubs it up to down. I moan while he is kissing me so no one can hear my moans. We are interrupted by the young hot waiter again. So Master breaks the kiss. "Excuse me, Sir, here is your salad and soup." Master replies, "Good boy." Then Master drops his napkin so it is now under the table. "Boy, I dropped my napkin. Be a good boy, fetch it for me." I notice the boy is red with embarrassment. Yet, then the boy does as Master orders. As the boy lowers to his knee, Master whispers in my ear, "Raise the tablecloth above its waist, slave." I do as ordered. So, when I lift the tablecloth, the boy sees my hard dick dripping precum. Then to my surprise, the boy licks my precum from my dick then quickly crawls out from under the table. Master says in a low voice, "Good boy!" "Thank you, Sir. Please let me get you a clean napkin" The boy runs off while Master fingers my hole, keeping me on the edge! "Slave, what did the boy do under the table?" "Master, the boy licked your slave's precum from its penis." "Excellent. It will be a good slave to a Master someday." "Yes Master, the boy will make a good slave, Master." Master tries the soup then spoons some up for me. He orders me to open up. I open my mouth and Master feeds me. I have done the same thing to Adam many times. Yet, I am humiliated because for us it has a different meaning. Master is feeding his slave, his property. He is not interested in what I think of the soup. For me, I am just being fed. Yet, I don't care. It's the first hot meal I have had in three days and most likely will be until our next date if Master decides to feed me again. Next, Master feeds me some of my salad too. He kisses me a little then goes back to eating his meal. He then pulls his finger out of my hole, scoops up some mashed potatoes with the same finger, and then presents it to my mouth. Whispering again, "Slave, eat and suck!" I'm even redder now. I open my mouth and Master pushes his finger in. I wrap my lips around his finger as he slowly removes it from my mouth. To the customers, it must look like we are lovers having a good time. Well, I guess we are, just in our own way. Master then feeds me my salad and eats his too. I feel helpless but extremely horny too. I can't believe I am half-naked in a restaurant posing as my Master's lover. We look like a normal happy newly-in-love couple having an affair with my husband. Yet, in reality, I am a slave serving my Master on a date I am ordered to go on. No one knows this seemingly handsome, funny, and charming man, owns my family. Plus, on our date, Master tells me that he attends to enslaving my father tonight too! I am going to have to help him enslave another member of my family. My father is the last free member of my family that I know of. Yet, after tonight, all of my known family members will be slaves to our Owner. I made it all happen by going to Master's housewarming / pool party. Now, I have no choice but to let Master take my father too! When we are done with our meal, Master pays for the meal since I have no money to pay for anything. Another reminder of his control over my life! He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the booth. We hold hands as we leave. Master kisses my neck when we pass Jamie, the father of my son Jimmy's best friend. It looks like Jamie is on a date too. He looks at me with shock and then sees who I'm with. The shock turns to lust. I see the guy he is dating also has an eye for Master. From what I understand Nicky's mother left because she found out Jamie is gay like Nicky. They moved to our community because Nicky was being bullied for being gay. Adam and I came to this community for the same reason which helped our two families form a relationship with Jamie and Nicky. Adam and I are good friends with Jamie. Has been to our house many times. So, I feel bad that I will not be able to be friends with him anymore. Then I remember Master Alex's plans for his friend Rob to enslave Nicky! Where will that leave Jamie? Before I can think much more about it, Master pulls me out the door. He grabs me from behind as we wait for the valet to bring us the SUV. Master whispers, "Who was that, slave?" SHIT! I am afraid of what Master might do with Jamie after Nicky is enslaved by Master Rob. Yet, I have no choice but to tell my Master about my friend Jamie. I whisper back, "Master, that was Jamie, a good friend and the father of Nicky, the best friend of slave Jimmy." Master laughs, "Nicky is the boy that Alex has plans to enslave by his friend Rob?" "Yes, Master!" "Interesting, which one was Jamie?" "The cute blonde with blue eyes built like a swimmer. Nicky has the same swimmer's build." "Is he married?" "No, Master." "Is he a bottom?" "Yes, Master." "Has it or slave Adam fucked him?" "Once at a swim meet, we shared a room. The boys had their own rooms. Then after some drinks at the hotel bar, we went back to our room and had a three-way." "Is he a sub like his son?" "Yes, I think so, Master. He called us Sir / Master while Adam and I took turns fucking him." "OK, then it will invite him to my brother's farm too!" OH SHIT! What is Master planning for Jamie? At that point, the Valet drives up in Master's SUV. The hot Valet hands the keys to my Master. I get in the SUV and Master pulls me over to his side. This SUV has a bench in the front. So, I am now tight up against Master while we drive. Master asks the car assistant, "Call Alex." I hear the car assistant say, calling Master Alex. WOW! Master already has added his son's title to the car's assistant. I laugh to myself, even the car knows Alex is a Master. "Hi Dad, what's up?" "Put the slaves away in their cells of the `Slave Quarters'. Slave Adam was ordered to install locks on the doors and nail the windows shut. Then meet me at the party store just down the road from your slaves' grandfather's place. Also, bring Jason along". "OK, Dad will do it!" "Thank you, son, It's time to enslave the grandfather. Bring the other collar and our slave's keys it handed over. The collar and keys are in my desk drawer. Then meet me at the party store." We drive to the party store and wait for Master Alex and Jason. About 15 minutes later, Master's sons show up and park next to us. Master rolls down the window and tells his sons to hop in the back of his SUV. They hop in the back and Master turns around to face them. "Boys, here's the plan. My slave here," slapping me on the back hard causing me to flinch, "has keys to its father's house. You boys will sneak in the back while my slave and I go in the front. Alex, I want you to block the grandfather's escape out the back door. Jason, find the grandfather's cell phone so he can't call for help. Then, come into the living room and keep him in the chair he likes so much." Jason asks, "How do you know he will be home in his favorite chair?" "I have been watching him for weeks. When he gets home at 7:30 pm every day he relaxes in his favorite chair." "Cool! Dad." Master asks for my keys. Jason hands over the keys and hands them to me. "Remove the front and back door keys then hand them back. Give Jason the back door key and keep the front door." I do as ordered and hand back the ring of keys to him. "Good sons! Now get back in your SUV and follow me. Park down the road a little." The SUV we are driving is my old one. So if Dad looks out his front window, he will just see my old SUV. Master drives to the house I grew up in. We park in the driveway and then walk up to the door. I use my key and walk in. There's a short hallway that leads to the living room. I walk into the living room and see my Dad waking up from a nap. He looks over at me rubbing his face. "Son, what brings you by?" "Dad, I have someone I would like you to meet." Now I'm nervous. Will he remember my Master, his former Master, and freak out? I look up at the opposite end of the living room to see Master Jason and Master Alex standing there. They nod at Master and me. Then Master steps forward with a smile. I reply, "Dad, I would like to introduce you to my Master and lover." Master says, "Hello Jeffrey. I'm your son's Master and lover now." Dad looks at Master with a strange look then turns to me. "David, what the hell is this man talking about? Where is Adam?" "Dad, it is true, Master Frank Richerson is now my Master and Owner." On hearing that Dad starts to get up. "Wait just here, you are not..." At that moment Master Jason steps behind my Dad and places his strong hands on his shoulders, forcing him back down in his favorite chair. Master then orders with a very loud voice, "SLAVE STRIP!" Instinctively, I start stripping off all of my clothes. Once I am naked, Master orders, "Kneel." I kneel beside him with my head bowed. Master then explains, "Jeffrey, as you can see, your son is now my slave." My dad looks at Master and then at me with fear and regret! Does he fear that I'm a slave or that he wants to be in my shoes? Does he regret leaving Master so long ago? "To answer your question about Adam, he too is my slave." Dad then says "Why, how could you? I kept them safe from....." "From what Jeffery? From me, from being a slave like you have always wanted?" "No, I haven't. How..." "How do I know your secret? Because Jeffrey you were once my slave too!" Dad falls silent. I glance up for a moment and my Dad is white as a ghost. "I see my original slave remembers me, NOW!" Master looks down at my Dad and says, "Watch slave. See what happens when a slave tries to escape from my service." I look up at my Dad and see the fear on his face is for himself! "Now Jeffrey, I have come to reclaim what belongs to me. It has been a long time coming. However, it needs to be back under my Control for the sake of its grandsons!" I am not sure what Master is referring to about my Dad and my sons. I see fear and regret on my Dad's face. What happened between him and my sons? Dad looks at me and says, "I am so sorry son." I am about to say something but Master interrupts me. "Yes, I know what you did. Your grandson Mikey told my son Jason." Dad looks down in shame. "It needs to be punished and become what it has always wanted all along! Isn't that correct?" Master Alex has a strong grip on my Dad's shoulders, but he still tries to get up. So Master backhands him. The look of shock and fear is clear on my Dad's face. I even see tears forming in my Dad's eyes. I have never seen my Dad cry! He never wanted to appear weak. Possibly, so no one can figure out he was bred to be a slave. He has the submissive gene just like my sons and I do. Master repeats, "It wants to be punished and become what it has always wanted all along. Isn't that correct?" I can see he wants to run but I also see the realization that Master is correct. Master waits for a couple of minutes. Master says loudly, "ANSWER ME!" with a growl in his voice. It even scares me. Finally, my Dad lowers his head, no longer wanting to look in Master's eyes. "Yes Sir.", in a voice of defeat. "Is that the respect I deserve? Say it correctly? The way it was taught." "Yes Master, it is sorry, Master!" "Better, but it knows what I expect when it is in the presence of its Master." Look up to see my Dad start removing his clothes. Oh shit! Watch the man who raised me, who I feared when I was punished, submit to my Master. He's the man who wouldn't take shit from anyone. I saw him fight guys who pissed him off many many times. So, I'm surprised he is caving to Master. One by one, Dad removes his clothes and folds them neatly on the table next to him. Finally, when completely naked, Master Alex eases up on his shoulders and my Father crawls to my Master's feet and kisses them once each. Then with his head bowed and hands behind his head, he says, "Yes Master, please punish it and take it as your slave which is what it has always wanted." "Good slave. It remembers." Master throws a document on the floor in front of my Dad. I read the title and know what it means. My dad without even reading the contract picks it up, opens the last page, and signs it. Master picks up the 'Slavery Contract' and throws another two documents on the floor, 'Power of Attorney' and 'Advance Directive'. Again my Dad signs them both. This is unlike my Dad. He is a general contractor. He reads every contract he is about to sign. I have never seen him so defeated in my life! Master picks up the legal documents. "Look up at its, Owner!" "Tell me what it is and what it has always been?" "Master, it's a slave. It has always been your property, Master." "Does it accept that I have the right to own it and its entire family?" My Dad looks at me and I see remorse in his eyes. Then he looks at our Master. "Yes Master, its Master has the right to own this slave and its entire family." "Good! Because I already own it, its son, its son-in-law, and its grandsons. They are all mine now. It no longer needs to protect them from what they were meant to be. It was bred to be a slave and so are its offsprings." I now see relief, not only in my Dad's face but in his entire body like a huge load has been lifted off his shoulders. Master then turns to Master Jason and says, "Collar". Master Jason hands Master another metal collar like mine. Master opens it, facing the opening to my father. Master orders, "Crawl forward slave." I watch my father crawl naked towards the open collar. I have never seen Dad so submissive and willing to do what he is told. When his neck is inside the collar, Master closes it with an audible click of a lock. I watch as Dad traces his finger all the way around the collar, realizing that there is no outer sign of a lock. Then finally it sinks in as it did for me. This is permanent enslavement. There is no turning back now. Master presses two fingers on the collar and we hear a notification chime on Master's phone. I know what that means! The Slave app has registered Master as Dad's owner. Master opens his phone and accepts my father as his slave. Master got what he has wanted since he was 18 years old. Then to my surprise, Master Alex steps out from behind the chair, leans over, and presses two fingers on the collar as well. Another notification chimes on his phone. Master Alex also accepts being my father's Master. Next, Master Jason does the same thing. Master Frank says, "Slave, me and my sons are now registered as its Masters. Anyone of us can administer punishment to my property." To demonstrate his power, he presses a button on his phone. My Dad falls over on his side screaming in pain and his body shakes. I watch in horror as I assume the pain is far worse than what I received for my demonstration. Dad shakes for two minutes. I see real tears running down his face. Now I have a better understanding of what my collar is capable of administering. It scares the shit out of me. Master waited until my Dad recovered then orders, "Position 4" My father starts slowly to get into a kneeling position, position four. Master barks, "QUICKER, SLAVE!" Now seeing only fear on my Dad's face, he rushes into a kneeling position with his hands interlaced behind his head, back straight, with his thighs touching his calves, balancing on his knees. "Good slave, it remembers its training. Slave, the shock was just 70% power. If it ever disobeys its Masters then it will get 100% power as punishment. Does my slave understand?" "Yes, Master", with tears running down his face. Now for the first time, I hear real fear in my father's voice. "In addition to the shocking feature, Its collar has both e-sim and GPS tracking chips. It will forever be my slave just like its son, son-in-law, and grandsons! Any attempt to disable, open, or damage its collar will cause a 100% punishment shock. All its movements will be tracked from now on. It will only be allowed to move to and from this house and its work sites. All food will be shipped to this address. This house will be turned into its 'Slave Quarters' just like its son's home is being transformed into too. In a day, all materials for the transformation will be shipped here in order to change this house into proper 'Slave Quarters". Plus, its son's former home and another slave's apartment will be transformed as well'. My slave will install in all three 'Slave Quarters' with cameras, steel doors, RFID readers in each door, new bed frames, and more. All plans will be sent to its tablet. Tonight it will remove all personal items from this house including its clothes except what I want it to keep. All other clothes and personal items will be burned out back or given to charity. Right now go get the following: -the deed to this house and the house it is currently renovating, -the title of its pickup truck, -all personal communications devices and their passwords, -all bank accounts passwords, -all online passwords -all keys to the houses and pickup truck. Master yells, "GO, SLAVE!" My dad rushes out of the room. Then a few seconds later, I hear screaming coming from the backyard. Another few minutes later, there is movement in the house again. Then another couple of minutes later my Dad returns with the legal documents, passwords, personal devices, and keys Master requested. "As my slave has tested, it cannot leave this property without my permission or it will be shocked. Now sign all the deeds and titles over to me." Dad picks up the pen from before but his hand is shaking too much. He has to wait and take a big breath. When his hand finally stops shaking, my dad signs over everything he owns to our Master. For some reason, I smile knowing my Master is pleased that he owns my entire family. I now see what Master is planning. He is using the stills of each slave he owns to his advantage. Make us into more of his property and tighten his control of our lives. Now my dick is hard knowing that Master just enslaved my father again! But this time my father cannot escape. "As one of many punishments for abusing my younger slaves, my slave will be shocked several times daily at scheduled times. Now slave, bend over its favorite chair, face down." My dad rushes over to his favorite chair and bends over it. Master walks behind my enslaved Dad and pulls out his hard cock. Master looks down at me and orders "SUCK!" I quickly crawl to him and start sucking what I have wanted all night! When Master is satisfied that his cock is well lubricated with my spit, he orders, "Line up my cock to its father's hole." I quickly grip it, lining it up to my Dad's waiting hole. Master pushes hard, forcing his cock deep in one swift motion. My dad screams out in pain. Then Master starts fucking my dad hard as he can. With each deep hard thrust, Master yells. "This is..." Hard deep fuck "is for..." Hard deep fuck "raping my..." Hard deep fuck "Youngest slaves..." My eyes open wide in shock! What the fuck! Did my Master just say Dad raped my twin boys? Dad looks at me and I see the guilt on his face along with the pain of being raped himself. Shit! Master is telling the truth. My goddam father raped my twins. How the hell didn't I know this? That asshole! I trusted him with my sons. At the time, Adam and I were working full time and we thought that dad could look after our sons. How could we be so wrong? Out of a fit of anger, I get up and start punching my father in the face. Master yells, "STOP!" I hear my Master yell `STOP' and instinctively stop in a mid-punch. I want to continue so badly! Yet, something deep within me needs to obey my Master. There is a fight within me to beat my father to death but at the same time, the need to obey is equally as strong. So the only thing I can do is cry! Master nods to Master Jason and he grabs me. The next thing I feel is Master Jason wrapping his strong arms around me, holding me tight. I still want to beat my father but I can't. I just watch as Master rapes my father which is what he deserves and more! Master looks at me, "Slave, I know it wants to beat its father to death. I did too when I heard about it. However, its Master will take care of its punishments." Master fucks my father hard and deep now. "it will get what it deserves for abusing my property. This piece of shit will never be near my youngest slaves ever again. Does my slave understand me?" It's hard for me to speak, I am so angry! But I need to obey my Master. So, I let my submissive self take control again. "Yes Master, your slave understands Master. Please Master punish its father as hard as you can! Thank you Master for protecting your youngest slaves from this monster!" Now I am so grateful that Master enslaved my sons. If not then they would be back in this house to be abused again! Master pushes hard one last time and roars. I know Master just unloaded in my father. As Master pulls out of him he asks, "Would my slave like to be next." My cock is now hard from the anger. If I can't beat him to death then I can do the next best thing and rape him as he did to my sons! "Yes Master, please let its slave rape its father!" Master nods and Master Jason releases my arms. I walk behind my father. I look at him with so much hatred! I see blood and cum dripping out of his hole. Yes, this is what he deserves. So, I line up my cock and plunge in as deep as I can! He yells out in pain. With my other hand, I grab his hair and pull hard! Then I grab his hair with both hands I start to give my father an angry fuck. I have never been so angry and hard in my life! My father screams out which only makes me want to hurt him more! With my father's face at eye level to a cock, Master Alex steps in front of my father and shoves his angry cock in my father's other hole! We stare into each other with hate-filled eyes. I can see how much Master Alex loves my twin boys. This love for my sons drives me to lean over and kiss Master Alex. He grabs hold of my head and starts aggressively kissing me while we angrily fuck the shit out of my father. Master Alex seems to understand my hurt. So I return his aggressive kisses. Our tongues fight for domination. Yet, slowly Master Alex wins. So, I let him take control of my mouth. We both shoot a massive load into my father's two holes. We continue kissing, allowing our anger to lessen some. Master Alex and I break the kiss and pull out of my father's holes. Master Jason steps up behind my father and pushes his hard cock deep into him next. He too is angry but not as much as Master Alex and me. I look over at Master Alex and we have a new understanding. We both love my sons. Our love for my sons may be different but we still want to protect them and punish whoever would hurt them. I believe now that Master Alex will never abuse my sons. He might hurt them but they love the pain Master Alex gives them. It isn't abuse as my father did. Master Alex smiles at me now and I smile back. We have a connection now. I can vision being Master Alex's full-time slave if something happens to Master Frank. It gives me comfort. After Master Jason dumps a load into my father, Master Frank says, "Alex and Jason stay with this piece of shit and make sure every personal item is burned and only keep clothes that are needed to protect our property from permanent damage. Like overhalls when working with power tools. I want all the furniture removed. There are platform beds for each slave being shipped from Father Micheal. The platform will be installed in the slave's bedroom, now its slave cell. While we are at my brother's farm, I will have slave Ralph oversee this hard labor slave. It will transform all former slave's homes into `Slave Quarters'. By the time we get back from the farm, we will have proper slave cells to house our slaves. Once the `Slave Quarters' are finished then it will transform the house it was going to flip into a frat house designed to be for the Master and slave lifestyle." Both Masters say "Yes Dad, we will take everything." "Thanks, sons, I know you guys will make sure this slave starts its enslavement on the right foot. Tomorrow, after slave Ralph signs his `Slavery Contract', I will have him relieve you guys. For the moment, this slave needs an overseer to keep tight control of it. It needs to work hard all the time and then be painfully raped over and over. Once its hole heals then it needs to be raped again. I never want it to enjoy being a fuck hole." Master then pulls out a heavy-duty chastity device and hands it to Master Jason. "Jason put this on the slave. I got it from Father Micheal." "Shit Dad! That looks strong." "Yes son, its a heavy-duty chastity device. it wirelessly links up with the slave collar. If it tries to remove it, the slave will be shocked at 100% power. The slave's dick will never be used ever again!" I watch with a smirk while Master Jason installs the impressive stainless steel chastity device. It wraps around the slave wastes and up through his legs. A large metal cup covers his dick and balls. We hear a click that indicates the device is locked on him. Master looks at me and orders, "Slave, get dressed, we are leaving. It's time to fuck my slave after our date!" I dress and follow my Master out of the home I grew up in. This is the last time I will see it as a home. If I ever come back it will be transformed into `Slave Quarters' just like my former home. My dad is going to do the transformation. I know my dad has the skills to do it too! I wonder what it will be like to sleep in a slave cell. Master opens the driver's door and orders me to drive us home. Master then walks to the passenger side and climbs in. While we are driving home Master holds my hand. Master says, "FUCK! I now own its whole family. It feels so fucking good. It can't imagine what a rush it is to own its family. Just think slave, it helped my dreams come true." Master squeezes my hand tightly. "l love that it allowed me to enslave every member of its family." I glance over to see Master's cock is growing again in his pants. I smile that I have helped please my Master. When we get to our driveway Master orders me to back in and park outside of the garage. Master says, "Slave get naked and ride me." I quickly remove my clothes and slide over to my Master. I open his pants, then pull out his cock. I wanted to ride Master as soon as this date started. So, I straddle the man I love, facing him. I grab his massive 10-inch cock and line it up to my hole. Slowly, I lower myself down onto his cum cover cock. Looking into Master's eyes I moan loudly. When I bottom out, Master grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a passionate kiss. Any of our neighbors would see us fucking if they looked out. This is the reason Master had me back in. Except I do not care who sees me. All that matters is pleasing the cock I love so much! I hop up and down while Master takes control of my mouth. The SUV rocks with us as I ride him for about 30 minutes. Then Master opens the door and carries me to the front door. I continue to ride him as I am carried into the house. He throws me onto the dining room table. Now! He starts pushing deeper in and out of my hole. For the next 2 hours, Master fucks me all over the house. We end up in his bed and I fall asleep in Master's arms. Throughout the night Master fucks me 2 more times. Dam! Master is so fucking horny after enslaving my father.

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Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2002 07:32:01 -0800 (PST) From: Pete Brown Subject: Top Man TOP MAN by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ pobox.com Read all of Pete's stories in groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories You may have seen me if you like dancing. It's one of the things I do well, and I like the excitement of the pulsing beat and the sweaty bodies of the other men around me. Mind you, you have to go to one of the special clubs, one of those where only proper men are admitted - no mincing little queens just there to eye up the real men - and where the dress code is strictly jocks and boots only on the dance floor. You'll remember me if you have seen me. Even in a crowd of defined, fit guys I stand out - at 6'4" I'm taller than most of them, and my muscles are hard and lean from my labouring job: some guys are just gross, where they've spent too long in the gym on weights machines, but I don't do that. I don't need to - I work bloody hard on the construction site, doing all the "grunt" work the machines can't, and that keeps me fit enough and gives me the muscular development most other men would kill for. I don't go for the shaved head look. My thick black hair is down to a quarter of an inch all over, with the sides and back sharply razored, except for the middle two inches which I keep at three quarters of an inch so that it looks a bit like a Roman soldier's helmet plume. I like to look distinctive like this, even when I've got clothes on. My name, I'm Mark, by the way, is tattooed on the side of my neck so you can see it even when I've got a formal shirt on. And in a polo shirt you'll also see the two bands tattooed around my biceps - I like the way it emphasises them as I move my arms, and I always notice other men looking at the designs - the barbed wire effect gives them a clue to my nature, I hope. Most people probably pick up first on my nose ring, though - It's solid silver, and it's not one of those silly little things some queers wear through the side of the nostril - it's big and solid, about an inch and a half in diameter, and is punched right through my septum to hang down over my upper lip. Some geezer had the temerity to ask me to rim him a few weeks ago - silly fucker: couldn't he see that with something like that in my nose I was hardly going to stick it up his ass. Couldn't he guess that a man who wears a ring like that is not that sort of guy? I had to slap him around a bit to give him the idea that I wasn't there to do stuff that he wanted - he was there solely to pleasure me, and that means having his ass fucked long and hard. I'm what you might call an aggressive top: I know what I want, I have a big cock, and I know how to use it. I don't put up with any time wasters or any negotiation - if you and me are together and I've fixed to have sex with you, then you will. You'll do exactly as I say to give me my satisfaction, or else I'll get nasty - and I can get very nasty, and you wouldn't want to put yourself up against my 250 lbs of packed muscle as you'll lose anyway. Once I'm on the dance floor, though, I tone it down a bit. I can lose myself very quickly if the rhythm's right, and I don't really care what the blokes round me are doing - I like to do my own thing and really work at it so that the sweat pours off me and soaks my jock. If I didn't do anything about it I'd have a really big, dense thatch of my wiry black hair all over my chest, so I keep it trimmed short - I shave it down to about half an inch regularly so that you can see my muscles move properly. It enhances the nipple rings, of course, as you can see them better against my big, dark aureoles when I keep my chest fur short. I've got no time for those silly little nipple bars and open rings you see around, often in only one tit. My rings are proper men's ones, big, heavy, and soldered closed permanently. As I dance, they bounce up and down to my body's beat, and I'm aware of my nipples - you know how it is: without a proper ring in your nips just sit there until another guy starts to torture them. But with good heavy rings you always know they're there, as you get little bursts of sensation every time you move. I shave off the treasure trail of hair that would go on down around my navel to my pubes, as I want to display my six-pack properly and you can't do that when it's covered in hair. I leave the tuft that grows at the base of my spine, though, at the top of my ass crack - I find that's a sexy turn-on when I look at another guy, and I don't mind giving that little pleasure to the men who are always eyeing me. I don't shave my arms or legs, of course - I think a good covering of hair there is manly, and one of the minor pleasures of being in bed with another guy is feeling the sensation of hairy arms and legs sliding over each other - that's one of the differences I notice from when I used to fuck women, who either are hairless, or who shave themselves. Anyway, as usual on a Friday night, here I am, dancing away. I've had a couple of pints, but no more - the music and the dancing is enough to get me worked up, and I don't like the loss of control that too much drink brings. I like to be in control. I like to feel all the sensations happening to me. I like to change what's going on if it's not right for me. So I really only drink enough just to get me started, and to fill my bladder with piss - that's another little pleasure of mine: continuing to work, or dance, or fuck, or whatever when my bladder's saying it wants to relieve itself. It just adds that extra sensation. And of course if the guy I'm fucking is really misbehaving, or not properly appreciative, I'll just let it out anyway all over him - it's really funny to see them react as my hot piss suddenly streams over them. Some of them start to shout and scream, and I have to give them a slap to shut them up, but some just burst into tears - and these are big, grown, virile men, too. I go to the bar for another pint after about two hours, and there's the usual crowd of watchers standing there cluttering up the place. I don't wait in lines or queues, so I just push them aside to get to the bar - none of them dares say anything, of course, as I look pretty fierce to those who don't know me, and I've got a certain reputation for dealing with people who piss me off with the regular crowd. The barman serves me straight away, of course, as he doesn't want trouble. I'm standing there about to take a big swig when I feel a hand on my naked ass! "Nice tat there", a voice says. Oh, I didn't tell you, did I, that as well as the bands around my biceps and my name on my neck, I have the words "Don't even try to fuck me" on my left ass, and on my hipbone, just above my cock, I have "Fuck tool". Last time I went to the public swimming bath the attendant tried to tell me to wear big swimming shorts to cover these up, as "they were causing offence" as they were visible outside the tiny Speedo I wear - he really needed sorting out, and I had to be quite aggressive to make him shut his whining. Anyway, I'm not used to being felt up. It's me who picks out the guy I'm going with that night, and me who makes the first advance and makes the running. I start to turn around, and I think I'm going to smash the guy in the face, to keep up my reputation and remind all the other guys who hang around in this club who's in charge. But something stops me - I don't know what - perhaps it was his tone of voice. Usually men who dare to speak to me are a bit timid, or hesitant, but this guy sounded supremely self-confident, as if he'd always been in charge all his life. So I turned around slowly to see what was what. I guessed he was around my age - 28. He was only about 5'10 or 5'11, but nicely proportioned - broad chest, narrow waist, no fat anywhere, and in a jock and brown leather work boots, like me. At least he wasn't one of those guys who are ashamed to strip off in a club to show you what they've got. I hadn't yet picked out the ass I was going to fuck that night, so this one would do, I thought to myself. "So you like tattoos?" "Yes, but not on me. I think they add something to a certain type of bloke. You got any more.... Mark?". As he had been speaking, he'd looked at my neck and read my name. "Yes. And it is Mark." I pushed down the top of my jock so he could see the words "Fuck Tool" - that's the only problem with jockstraps, they are too big, and cover you up too much. I'd thought of wearing a black leather pouch, but when I tried one on I didn't like the way the string up my ass crack rubbed at my hole. "So, you think it's worth drawing attention to your tool, do you?". He was almost arrogant in his self confidence, so I thought I'd shut him up. I pushed my jock down to my knees, and flipped my cock to shake it lose from my big, low- hanging balls where the jock had confined it. The crowd around us at the bar had gone almost totally silent, and were enjoying this unexpected display. I didn't care, of course. When you've got a body like mine, and are hung like me, you don't mind showing it to anyone, at any time. I personally like the feel of shaved balls, as they're so much nicer when you cup them in your hands, and so I'm smooth there: a guy can't fuck another guy every night of the week, so I do need to wank myself most of the time, and I like to fondle my balls as I'm doing it. I've also shaved most of my pubic hair off, as I like the way that just a tiny bar of hair above the cock emphasises it - when I had my big thick forest of hair there, even my oversize cock looked relatively small. My cock ring's a permanent feature, too: I don't like those leather things with press studs to close them, or those rubber rings you have to tease your tackle through, so when I was having my big nipple rings permanently installed I had a good solid band soldered on permanently around me tackle, too. I don't really need it to emphasise my shape, but I do like the way it pushes me forward just that bit more - I'm erect more often, I think, as my cock's always being made to rub against my Jeans. Without hesitation the guy reached forward and took my cock in his hand. He sort of weighed it, rolling it around in his palm. He casually pushed my foreskin back with his thumb, and used his first finger to stroke across my moist cock head and piss slit. I had to stop myself from jerking back, almost involuntarily - you know how sensitive your cock head can be when it pops out for the first time in a night. It's not that I mind having my cock handled - I quite like making the men I'm going to fuck worship it a bit first, and I usually get them to stroke it, then suck it, before we get on to the serious business of fucking. But it was the assumtive way that he had of believing that it was all right to handle me like this that I objected to This arrogant fuck needed to be taught a lesson, I was beginning to think. "Yes, you'll do. My place or yours?" I've told you I'm an aggressive top, and I'm used to making the running. I usually select a guy I like the look of, then hit on him. Most of them don't refuse, as they're excited by my body, and they have some feeble attempt at negotiation.... You know.... "What do you like doing, then?", as if it wasn't obvious that I liked fucking! Over half of them seem to have some strange idea that they can somehow "tame" me in bed, and they want to start kissing and fondling me, and even to try to get me to take their cocks up me. Fat chance - the only thing I'm interested in is getting up their holes as quickly as I can, and shagging them hard. They're the ones who are surprised when I leave them sore and panting, pumped full of my juices. So this was very strange. I decided to play along - I'd let this guy, who was obviously also a top, pick me up, and I'd play along with him. He was going to get such a surprise when we were finally naked and he found out the only thing I wanted to do! "Uh.... As you like. My place is a bit of a mess at the moment...". Actually, it isn't. I can't bear mess and clutter. I hardly own anything - just a few Ts, a couple of pairs of Jeans, a couple pairs of boots, a few pairs of socks, and donkey jacket for the Winter. I don't have a car, stereo, TV, or any of that consumer crap - I like to live a simple life, working hard and playing hard, and the rest of the time just sleeping. I don't own my place, of course - it's too tying. I rent a room and a bathroom on the top floor of a house owned by a couple of gay guys - well, rent isn't really the word, as I don't pay them anything. I'd met one half of the couple when his partner was away on a business trip, and after I'd fucked him he asked me where I was living. At that time I really was renting, paying a lot of money (this is London, remember!) for a really seedy place miles out in the burbs. He took me upstairs and showed me the room I now have - really big, spacious and airy, all white, and with a new double bed. And the bathroom had a really big bath, and a power shower. He asked me if I wanted to rent it, and I told him I didn't think I could afford it as I was just a labourer, and he told me I could live there rent-free! He and his BF had been having a bit of trouble with the neighbours - a load of arrogant blacks were jeering at them in the street, it seems, and they wanted a sort of bodyguard. Well, from the moment I moved in I soon sorted out the blacks - when there was a crowd of them hanging around in the street one day after I'd moved in, I went out with one of my landlords and snogged him long and hard on the front step (I don't usually do kissing, but there's nothing wrong in it, after all). When the blacks started to jeer, I picked out the ring leader and slapped and punched him a few times - he was a big, arrogant guy who thought he knew what he was doing, but he wasn't used to dealing with a tough like me. There's been no more trouble since then, of course, and we still all three live in the same house. The whole area has "moved up", and there aren't any blacks around now, but I've just stayed on. The guys are still pleased to have me there, as I don't mind them having a look at me from time to time - they'll hear me running the shower, then "innocently" walk up the stairs to ask me something. I don't bother to shut the bathroom door, and I don't mind them looking. And if I'm there alone on Saturdays and Sundays, they'll bring me a cup of tea up so they can feast their eyes at my naked body lolling on the bed, barely covered by the sheet. Actually I've used them once or twice, too. They wanted me to be a man sandwich, but there's no way I'd do that - I don't let men up my ass. But if I've got no better prospects, I'll sometimes fuck both of them. One's a top and the other's a bottom normally and actually I envy them a bit as they have a really good relationship. When I get into their bed, though, they're both happy to have me up them as it's a bit of a treat for them to have a hard body like mine under their hands. Well, as I say, the place wasn't in a mess, but it sounded the sort of reason he'd think plausible, and I wanted to see his place. I always like to see where the other guy lives, especially if I'm expecting it to be a rough time. "My place, then", he said. "Let's get our things." We went into the changing room and got our outdoor stuff from the lockers. I of course stripped off my jock before pulling my Jeans on, as I always do. I can't bear underwear, and don't see the point. His eyes were watching me as I did this, and I just looked back at him. He left his jock on, though, and pulled expensive looking grey slacks on. He had to change his boots, too, into black loafers, and fiddled around whilst he fastened a semi-formal shirt, retrieved a jacket and a topcoat. I didn't bother with any of this - I just pulled my donkey jacket on, and felt the rough fibres scratching at my naked body - what's the point of dressing up, when all you're going to do is take it off again? It was so much easier just to stuff my jock into my jacket pocket, and I was ready. "I'm Jon, by the way", he said conversationally as he was dressing. As if I cared. "So, Mark, what do you like doing?" What a wanker! Fancy waiting until now to find out what the other guy likes. I felt like saying that all I liked doing was fucking hunky young guys like him, hard. But instead, as I thought it would make the surprise a bit more intense for him, I muttered as if embarrassed "Well, you know, most things...." "So kissing, stroking, wanking, sucking, fucking.....?" "Yes... " I did, of course, like all of this. I'm not wild to have another guy's tongue down my throat, but I like it when they worship my body by caressing and stroking it, and I've told you I don't mind a hand and a mouth around my cock as a bit of preliminary warm-up to the main business. But I wasn't going to do those things to him! "We should have a great time, then". Well, I would, at least. "Come on, then, let's find a cab." Hey... Look... Cabs are expensive after eight o'clock... I'm not sure..." "It's on me. I want to get that gorgeous body of yours in my bed as soon as I can, before you change your mind!" Changing my mind was the last thing I was going to do - he was just the sort I liked - good body, and arrogant, just waiting to be fucked senseless by me. In the cab I let him open my donkey jacket, and he was soon running his hands all over my upper half, paying particular attention to my nipple rings. "You really have got a stunning body", he told me, and leaned over to kiss me. I turned my head away. "Oh, come on... I thought you said you liked kissing!" So I gave him a foretaste of what was to come. I put one hand behind his head, and thrust my tongue deep down his throat. At the same time, I grabbed at his crotch with my other hand, and felt him go erect through the fabric of his slacks. I basically tongue fucked him for a couple of minutes, then pulled out, but I kept my hand firmly on his crotch - I wanted him to start to feel who was the boss here. But he didn't understand, or didn't want to understand, as he started to kiss me again, and was probing down the back of my Jeans now with his hand - I could feel one finger sliding down my ass crack from the top. I guessed the cabby must have been rather surprised to see two guys going at it like this, but who cares? I responded by massaging and stroking his cock, then I stopped, pulled down his zip, and went at it again from inside his slacks, allowing me to get my hands on his cock and balls completely. He was starting to leak precum over my fingers, and so I pulled them out and presented them under his nose, and then pushed them roughly into his mouth. "Suck that", I whispered. Lowering your voice always seems to put the other guy more at ease, I've found, and leads them on. He sucked at my fingers greedily, and I knew I had him - no top really sucks at another guy like that! He must be putting on some sort of act. I really don't understand why some bottom guys do this - there's nothing wrong with being a bottom, after all - a top needs a good supply of them, and there's no shame in it. So why do so many guys pretend to be tops, when so few of them, like me, truly are? It's like the way so many guys pretend to be straight. I've fucked a lot of men who have wives, or say they have. If my experience is anything to go by, it's just as well that artificial insemination techniques are improving all the time: the number of so-called "straight" guys I've fucked must mean something - once they've tried proper sex, with a hot cock up them, they don't want to go with a woman ever again. And I suppose we do need women to carry on breeding. Still, if you can get them pregnant with a turkey baster, that seems a good way to do it to me. Real men only want to go with other men. And, after all, that's why an ass hole is so perfectly sized for a cock - it must mean something, in spite of what those stupid busybody Christians keep saying about it being wrong. How can something that two guys do together possibly be wrong? Well, his flat was pretty nice - one of those warehouse conversions, that cost a fortune. He was starting to show his inexperience - asked me if I wanted a drink as soon as we got through the door, instead of getting down to the business. "No, nothing to drink." He just sort of stood there, looking at me. "So what shall we do then....?" Jesus fucking Christ! This guy is supposed to be atop, and he's asking me what to do! "I thought you were a top?" "Yes, but I like the other guy to have fun.." "Well, I like fucking...." "Right - come on into the bedroom then." I though he'd never get around to it! The bedroom was pretty nice, too - big bed, all natural sort of fabrics, plain wooden floors, bare brick walls. "Why don't you slip out of your clothes, then", he said to me. Fuck me - why didn't he come and strip them off, if he was supposed to be in charge? I dropped my donkey jacket onto the floor, and he looked admiringly at my upper body and nipple rings. I'd been sweating In the cab, and my skin and the rings glinted under the spotlights in the ceiling He started to take off his shoes and socks, then dropped his slacks and stood there in his shirt and briefs. I undid my Jeans, and dropped them. I was now of course completely naked as I don't wear underwear, and my cock was rock hard. I saw him looking at me, and at the shining silver ring around the root of my cock and balls. He carried on staring, so I said "What's the matter - never seen one as big as this before?" "No - it's that ring.... " "So - perfectly normal cock ring. I like the feel of it. I like the way it weighs my cock and balls. And I like the way it thrusts me up and out all the time." "Yes, but..." "But what?" "Well..." I think it was at this point that I got bored. I'd intended to play along a bit more, but this was too fucking slow, and I wanted action now. So I simply went over to him, grabbed his wrist and before he could do anything, I twisted it around and pushed it high up his back. He squealed in surprise, and before he could do anything I pushed him over towards the bed, and forced him onto it, face down. I threw myself on top of him, letting go his arm but catching both his wrists now and holding them in front of his head. I felt his hot body under mine, and I moved myself a bit so that my cock was nestling into his ass crack. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear "So, what now?" He must have known he was helpless. I'm a heavy guy, as you know, and with his arms pinioned out in front of him and my whole body forcing his down into the bed, he should have realised that he was in my power. But he didn't give up, I'll say that for him! "I want to fuck you", he mumbled into the bedclothes. I twisted my body off his, slapped him really hard on his ass, and flipped him over onto his back. A quick twist and I was back on top of him, this time with our chests pressed close together. Our legs were intertwined, and my cock was pushing hard against his. I gasped his wrists again with one hand, and pushed them above his head. Thrusting my face down towards his, I whispered "You want to fuck....?" "Yes. I want to fuck you." "You want that hard cock of yours up my ass...?" "Yes." I stopped the conversation at this point as I moved my head down and took his left nipple in my mouth. I sucked it for a moment, then nipped it with my sharp teeth - not enough to cause the flesh to break, but enough to cause him to cry out. His whole body bucked under mine, and I knew he was experiencing that peculiar excitement that you get when you really don't know whether it's pain or pleasure. It's worse because he knew he was helpless - with his hands above his head, and my body on top of his, there was no way he could move. I reached down and nipped him again, and was rewarded by the feeling of his body again thrusting upwards into mine as a little scream came out of him. I reached down between us with my other hand, and grasped his rock-hard cock. He was cut, so there wasn't the excitement of a foreskin to play with - I do wish parents wouldn't have their kids doctored like that, as it really does spoil some of the pleasure. I raked my thumb nail across the head, though, allowing it to catch in his piss slit, and I felt a tremor run through him as he lay crushed underneath me, and a little moan escaped from his lips. "So you want this fuck tool up my ass?" "Yes!" This guy had to be a trier, I thought. Didn't he see that he was totally in my power already? Although he was fit and muscular, there was just no way he could compete with me. "Well, I've got a better idea. I want my cock up your tight ass." "No - I don't do that." I almost laughed. It wasn't a question of what he did, or did not do. It was really only about what I wanted, and he couldn't see that Never the less, I decided to play along, and see what transpired, so I rolled off him and lay by the side of him. "Yes, Mark, I'm going to fuck you". He was getting bolder now. "I'm going to push this cock of mine up your muscular ass, then ride you like you've never been ridden before." He twisted around, pulled open a drawer in the bedside cabinet and got out a tube of lube. After smearing some on his fingers, he knelt beside me and reached down and tentatively tried to push one finger up my hole. Actually, I don't mind that so much - I like to see how far a guy will try to go with me. He pushed, hard, and I felt his finger slide in. I decided to encourage him, so I moaned quietly. "Ah, that's a good boy", he crooned quietly. "That's good, isn't it Mark... You like to feel a man's fingers up your ass, don't you?" Still encouraging him, I whispered back, as I'd heard so many guys before do, "Oh, yes, Jon.... Do that again." Actually, it wasn't bad. He'd got two fingers in now, and my ass was relaxing. He knew what he was doing, and he'd managed to tickle my prostate so that I had twitched involuntarily with the pleasure, and I knew my cock was leaking pre-cum all over his nice clean bed cover. He pulled out, and I saw him reach into the cabinet again. He got out a condom and eagerly tore the foil open. I could see him sweating and breathing hard, and he was clearly excited. He massaged the condom down over his cock, and squirted a bit of lube over it and rubbed it in. "You don't have to use that", I murmured. "NO, Mark. I always use a condom." That's what I like to hear. I never use condoms myself, as I like the real sensation of my hot cock inside a guy's warm, moist ass. You just don't get the same enjoyment when you have that disgusting covering over your manhood. I always fuck bareback, but I am always worried about catching something - that's why I tend to fuck inexperienced guys, to reduce the risk. I'd been going to fuck him anyway, but now I knew that this top always took precautions, I felt a lot safer - not that that would have stopped me, actually, as once I'm in full rut I really don't care - possessing and filling the guy's hole is all that matters. "Turn over", he said to me in a low voice. And this was meant to be a top, remember - there was no note of command in his voice at all. I'd been lying on my stomach, so I moved to lie on my back. He was kneeling beside me, his sheathed cock hovering over my belly, and he went to move between my legs. "Jon... Do you do poppers?" "Oh, sure....". He reached into his drawer again and got out that oh so familiar little brown bottle. Opening it, he took a couple of deep snorts, and passed it to me. I don't need poppers to fuck a guy, but I actually like that feeling of loss of control, the flush of heat, the raging of blood to your head..... So I took a couple of deep snorts and screwed the stopper back on. "We lay there just looking at each other, and I knew he was like I usually was - all primed to fuck, slightly inflamed from the poppers, and entering into that very special state of acute sexual ecstasy you get when you're about to go into action. He was totally amazed therefore when I sat up, grasped his shoulders, pushed him back onto the bed, and reached down and tore the condom off him. He was so near to cumming, that it only took a couple of jerks for me to cause him to shoot his load up and over his belly. I don't mess about when I want to bring a guy off - I grip his cock really hard, dig my fingers down into the root of it so that he starts to squirm, then rasp my hand up and down his shaft really hard. He started to cry out, but he'd shot his load and I continued to jerk at him, causing him to start screaming - he must be one of those guys who is ultra sensitive after cumming, as I wanted to milk as much cum as I could from him. I scraped the cum off his belly onto my hand, then roughly turned him over onto his face. I quickly straddled him, and felt his hot sweaty thighs under my ass, and reached forward and pushed his head down into the bed, thrusting my strong fingers into his neck muscles so that he would be in agony if he tried to resist. With my cum-soaked hand I reached down and crudely and without caring for him at all started to lube his hole - I soon had three fingers up, and he was making moans and tiny screams into the bedclothes. I sometimes fuck a guy dry, but I think this it's more pleasure for me to have a hole nicely lubed. Those lubes you buy dry out too quickly, and I find that the guy's own cum is much the best lubricant - that's why nature made us that way, after all. And it's so much more natural - some guys have to travel around with condoms and lube, but I'm always ready - a few quick jerks at the other guy, and I'm ready to go. It fits into my philosophy of life - no possessions, no baggage - you need to rely on yourself absolutely. I'm always ready to fuck an ass that turns me on, as I just get in there and do it. As I was doing this, I was wondering how I should fuck him. I usually take the other guy on his back, as I like to watch his face as I push my cock up him. But I thought it might be more humiliating for this top to be fucked just like an animal. I stood up briefly, and as he started to move, pulled him to the edge of the bed so that his body was still on it but his legs were over the side. I again reached forward and pushed his head down into the bed covers, then kicked his legs apart, and stood between them. Before I thrust my cock into him, I slapped him really hard two or three times on his ass, so that it started to glow red: I wanted him to really be primed to feel my body as it rammed into him in a few moments. Even though I'd opened him up he was still amazingly tight, and I had to push hard to get my cock head through his sphincter - he was squealing away like a stuck pig, and I was glad the noise was muffled by the bed covers. Then I fucked him - first slowly, pushing my cock gently in and out to its full extent. He relaxed a lot, and his screams turned into little moans - he was enjoying this! Some guys like to go on for a long time like this, but I don't have all that much patience and anyway my balls were sending me urgent messages that they wanted to fire. And before that, I like to really dominate the other guy by going at him hard - if I just carried on gently, after all, the other guy wouldn't know who was really in control! So I changed my stroke, pulling out quickly and slamming back hard so that his ass slapped against my belly. I went on and on, quicker and quicker, as my lust and passion, fuelled by the poppers, took total control of my body. I could dimly hear him crying out, but I didn't care. My own body was consumed with pleasure, and I revelled in the sensations flooding my brain - not just the physical ones from my cock, but the utter feeling of power and domination it gave me to be so totally in control of this other man. It was over all too soon - I sometime want these feelings to last for ever. I felt my balls contract, and then I was shooting my cum high up inside him. I gave one or two last thrusts, and almost shouted aloud myself as my cock responded to the draining of my balls by sending that exquisite shivering sensation through me... Almost pain, but almost total pleasure. I collapsed forward on him, my cock still buried in his ass, so that my sweat-soaked chest was pushed into his back. I released the pressure on his neck so he could raise his head, and he started to mutter "You bastard. You fucking cunt. You...." "Shut up!", I snapped at him. "You've just experienced a real top. So quit whimpering and complaining, like some mincing queen." "Look - the deal was that I was going to fuck you..." "Deal? Don't make me laugh! You don't deal and negotiate about sex. Real men take what they want, when they want it. Now stop whining." "...and you fucked me bareback." "So....?" "You bastard - I don't do bareback." "Well that's the only way I do it. So quit complaining. Now you know what it's like to take a real hot cock right up inside you. You've had a real man have real man sex with you. Some guys actually want that, you know...!" I had toned down the note in my voice now so that I was no longer shouting, just being reasonable. I wanted to leave Jon on as good terms as possible- I might want to come back, after all. "You raped me..." "Look, Jon. You invited me here. You never asked me what I wanted. You were happy enough to try to go up my ass. Now recognise that you weren't man enough to tackle a real top, the first time you ever had one here. " I pulled out of him now, and stood over him, my cock covered in his ass juices. "You fucker, you absolute bastard....." "Shut the fuck up, Jon! I've heard enough. You open your mouth one more time and I'll use it to clean my cock." I guess he knew I wasn't joking, because he just lay there, starting at me, with hate in his eyes. I strode into the bathroom, and took a leisurely shower. I've been here before - some guys who get more than they expected do get upset, but I've never had one ever take it any further. I came out, drying myself on one of his big, white, fluffy towels. He'd pulled on shorts, and was sitting on the edge of the bead, his head in his hands. "What' the matter?" "Look, you fucked me bareback." "Yes. You should try it sometime. That's the way real men do it. Condoms are for wimps. Real tops experience the real thing." "It's not safe." "Rubbish. You're clean, I imagine - you told me you always use a condom when you fuck other guys. Well, I only fuck clean guys! So you're OK. In any case, 'safe' isn't what it's all about. It's about pleasure - about domination, about that feeling as a hot, raw cock fucks a firm, juicy ass. Real men want total pleasure, and that's bareback." "You've just got of a bit of a sore ass", I continued, "And your pride is hurt. But learn from it - see how a real top operates: none of this 'what would you like to do' crap - you do what you want." As I was speaking, I'd pulled on my Jeans, socks and boots, and picked up my jacket. It was late and I didn't fancy taking a night bus, and I hate wasting my money on a taxi. "You want me to stay the night and fuck you again?", I asked conversationally. "No, you bastard. Get out!" "OK - cool it! But I need a taxi home." I reached out for his jacket, took out his wallet, opened it and pulled out a couple of twenty pound notes. "You won't mind paying for my ride home, then, will you?", I said cheerily, and left him, still sitting there. It was after midnight when I got back to my flat, and I stripped and just collapsed into bed. I didn't have to go in the following morning as it was a Saturday, and one of my landlords woke me with a nice cup of tea. "Thanks, mate", I muttered, still half asleep. "You had a late night, Mark...." "Yes. And it was a good fuck. Just thinking about it makes me horny. Call Bob, then both of you get in here with me - I need a bit more pleasure this morning". THE END.

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Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 13:48:24 +0000 From: Spokes --------- Subject: Tough Training For Cycling Lad--Chapter 2 Tough Training for Cycle Lad By Spokes1810 _______________________________ Chapter Two _______________________________________________________________ Copyright 23 September 2002 by Spokes1810. All rights reserved. Email: spokes1810@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________ Warning: Please read another story if you are not of legal age to read erotic material, or could be offended by its contents. This story depicts sexual acts between a young male and an adult man. ________________________________________________________________ Dedicated to Simon, for all his helpful tips and lewd ideas. ________________________________________________________________ The season progressed and a damp but warm Spring changed into a glorious Summer. There was nothing more wonderful than to cycle through the green, dew-covered fields, which surround our little village. The boys of my cycling team liked it as much as I did and I grinned secretly over the fact that these "Nintendo kids" appreciated the English countryside as much as I did Meanwhile, the cycling season went on as well. My boys trained hard every Tuesday and Thursday evening and during weekends they sometimes would enter a race or Time Trial. They were doing quite well. I was very pleased with them. If we could keep up the good work and perform maybe even better than the lads were already doing, we would even be able to make good marks at the annual Regional Championships. Our club, Summersfield CC, had done miserably in the Under 15 races for the last few years. Maybe the six boys of my team could wipe off the grins from the faces of our opponents this year. The season went on and I enjoyed it, and I believe my team did as well. Sid, Sean, Graham, Mark, Colin and Brian were nice to each other most of the time and seemed to sense the team spirit and behaved accordingly. But then, of course, there were times that I really felt how hard it was to train and guide a group of growing boys. One Thursday evening, Sid got a puncture just as we were about to leave the clubhouse for a good training ride. It took us longer than usual to mend it, Sid being a headstrong boy, who in times of stress never listens to me. While the boy and I were fixing his tyre, Graham and Colin suddenly started a fight and I had to separate them. It was just a usual boy's argument, carried over from school apparently, but very tiring on that particular evening. When I finally had the whole team going, we were surprized after only a few miles by a sudden summer storm with very heavy thunder and lightning and rain. Luckily, I spotted an old barn in a field and I ordered the, by now soaking-wet, team inside. There we all stood, dripping and shivering, waiting for the storm to pass. I was too cold and pissed off to notice how sexy and appetizing the lads actually looked in their wet spandex shorts. When the rain finally stopped, I directed them back to the clubhouse, so that they could have a warm shower and change into something dry. Carefully, because the roads were quite slippery, we headed back. While cycling back, I noticed at last how exciting the boys looked. The light green fabric of their shorts was soaked and clung even more tightly to their young bodies than usual. Brian's lower body looked especially arousing. He had a very nice bulge in his shimmering shorts and his legs were a good example of pure, young cyclist's muscle. I rode right behind him, mesmerized by the graceful movement of his strong, muscular legs, not to mention his tight looking arse. Sean, of course, looked the best of all. His longish red hair was plastered to his forehead and he had a healthy colour on his cheeks. He was chatting to Graham about a teacher they obviously both disliked and their giggles rang out in the evening air. He was cycling in a low gear and I admired the way his supple legs moved swiftly, turning the pedals around. At that moment, I promised myself to do my best to make him a good cyclist, and maybe even to guide him in becoming an Amateur as well. He certainly was worth it! I had made it a point not to pay too much obvious attention to him lately. Of course, I hadn't forgotten the powerful, sexual scenes I had experienced with him on the day of his Time Trial. I had decided though, that I didn't want to rush things and run the risk of frightening him off. So I remained at a certain distance, and just waited until he would be excited, anxious and bold enough to return to me. Needless to say, that I hardly could wait. The image of his strong, spandex-clad cyclist's body popped up in every sexual daydream I had. Not to mention the fantasies I had while I had a wank: Sean standing at attention, his rigid boy cock clearly showing in his shiny shorts, while slowly a wet spot was forming at the tip of his rock hard pubescent tool... After we reached the clubhouse, the boys went straight to the dressing room and I had a shower as well, in the trainer's bathroom, next to my office. Just as I was about to drop my soggy cycling shorts, someone knocked on the door. A little bit impatient and making no attempt to cover my already naked upper body, I answered it. It was Colin, who looked a bit nervous. "Yes, Colin?" I asked, "Why haven't you taken a shower yet?" "I'm sorry, Sir, but I have to tell you something", he replied. "Okay", I sighed, "But you better be quick. I want to get dry and warm again. So should you, lad." Colin took a deep breath and fiddled a bit with the zipper of his shiny shirt. "It's about Sean, Sir. He has done. something." His voice trailed off. I guess he was about to spill something about one of his teammates. Normally I don't listen to little boys who "rat" on each other, but from Colin's voice I gathered that he really had something important to tell. "Yes, what has Sean done?" I said sternly. "Well, he has.he has stolen something." "Stolen? Sean? What has he stolen? Tell me, boy!" I was very surprised. A shy boy like Sean, capable of stealing? "What has he stolen? From whom?" I resumed. Colin averted his eyes and I detected a little bit of malicious fun in his behaviour. Despite his reluctance, he obviously liked to tattle-tale. The little bastard! "Well. He has stolen a pair of cycling shorts. One of your shorts, sir. He hides it in his locker. I saw him putting it away last week." This was really interesting! Of course, I knew immediately why Sean would have wanted to steal one of my shorts. In an instant, I felt completely revived and full of energy again. This revelation was too good to be true! "Colin, how do you know it was one of my shorts? I asked the nearly 15-year old. "Because it was a large pair, sir. Too big to belong to one of us." "And where does he keep this pair of shorts, Colin?" "In his locker, sir. He thinks I didn't see him putting it away last week. It was really weird, sir." Because his voice trailed off, I knew I was about to hear another interesting thing. "What was weird, Colin? What did Sean do?" The lad looked me straight in the face. He looked so innocent, like someone who tries to help a friend in need. "He sniffed it, sir. He took out this pair of shorts from his locker and then he sniffed it!" Pure astonishment was written on his face. Obviously, he couldn't figure out why someone would sniff a pair of shorts. I stifled a grin. The idea of Sean sniffing my shorts was very stimulating. Suddenly, I remembered his frantic wanking session a few weeks ago. I had witnessed him sniffing a pair of shorts, while he furiously pounded his dick. At that time I had assumed, that it was his own pair of shorts, especially since he was naked from the waist down. Because of Colin, I had discovered something even more arousing. I had to be careful now. I was getting excited, but I didn't want to get a hard-on while Colin was still there. It would be interesting to see, how he would react to that, but I decided not to. Maybe there would be time for that later. "Well, yes. I see, Colin. Thanks for telling me; I'll deal with this later. Don't let Sean know that you told me about this. I certainly won't." And with that, I shooed him out of the room. I locked the door behind me and sank into a chair. This was some news Colin had told me! Sean, stealing one of my shorts and using it in his spandex fantasies. It nearly was too good to be true. But then again, I had no reason to doubt Colin. A lad that pure couldn't have invented the story himself. I decided to check my own locker. I always leave it open, as the other trainers did as well, for we have nothing to hide. And besides, who would be interested in pairs of old, damp and sweaty shorts and shirts? Well, I realized, at least someone. I quickly scammed through my possessions and indeed one pair was missing! As I leaned back in my chair and absent-mindedly stroked my stiffening cock, I pondered over how I should deal with the spandex-bent juvenile criminal. I let my thoughts wander. Suddenly, as I was pleasantly getting lost in sexual daydreaming, I started to see very powerful images. The things I saw in my mind's eye were slightly disturbing. I saw Sean, dressed in the tightest and shiniest spandex possible, in all sorts of sexual submissive positions: on his knees with his hands cuffed behind him or tied spread-eagled to a wooden rack. I saw him receiving a whipping, while suspended from his ankles. These images were very strong and my dick became rock- hard at once. I couldn't recall being that excited for a long time. I eagerly grabbed my already leaking pole and started to stroke it. But the images shocked me as well. I never knew I could enjoy conjuring up such lewd SM scenes. And especially not about a boy who was as young as Sean. And yet, I enjoyed them. I felt, that I really would like to see Sean in sexual servitude, at the mercy of an older man. Could it be me? Although I really liked the idea of training the lad in a sexual way and punishing him for the theft he had committed, I somehow couldn't see myself as a stern martinet. Inside my still damp cycling shorts, I felt that my cocktube had reached its maximum hardness. I could smell the precum leaking from it. Little white rims appeared on the front of my black shorts, showing where my cock had deposited it. I firmly grabbed my cock and gave it a good squeeze, while I concentrated on my whirling thoughts. I really wanted to see Sean being humiliated and punished for his crime. Maybe he'd enjoy it; for I had the distinct feeling the lad had a kinky touch in him. Maybe he'd like it that much, that I could play him into the hands of a real SM Master. I decided I had squeezed and petted my dick enough. It was time to speed up the action. My hand fished my leaking pole from its spandex confinement and I started to wank it in earnest. Within seconds, I was stroking away in a good, slow rhythm. The powerful flashes of Sean in various positions of sexual degradation and servitude went on. I even could see him being pissed on by a grinning man, who towered over him. I saw him, lying on someone's lap, receiving a good spanking. I pictured him being trapped in a cage, wearing nothing but a spandex hood. I imagined him, hanging on a St. Andrew's cross, while his Master applied some little clamps to his nipples. I couldn't stop this constant lewd but horny as fuck stream of images. I somewhat felt guilty about my fantasies, but I'd deal with that later. Meanwhile, I had increased my wanking rhythm and my fist had become a blur as I moved it up and down my pre-greased dick. I knew that I couldn't make it last very long. And within a few seconds, in the middle of an extremely horny image of Sean sucking two monster cocks at the same time, while someone else had his dick buried up the sweaty boy's arse, I came. Thick white pellets of spunk were flying everywhere, and made a sticky puddle on my hairy belly. I sighed and, somewhat wobbly, I walked off to the bathroom. Under the warm and calming stream of the shower, I reviewed the situation. First of all, I'd wait till Sean would be brave and horny enough to return to me. Then I'd seduce him and, so I hoped, would have an interesting spandex sex session with the lad. After that, so I planned it, I'd talk to him about his sexy theft. And maybe I'd punish him for it, although I had almost no experience with that. But I trusted that I knew what to do, when the situation would be there. But then what? I thought, as I dried myself. Suppose the boy liked the spanking? How would I know, whether he'd be interested in sexual training? Would there be a way to lure him into it? And if Sean would agree to be trained, who would then carry it out? I was far too inexperienced to do it. If only I knew someone. Meanwhile, I had slipped on a comfy pair of white shiny trackies and a shirt. The rest of the building was quiet and I knew that the team had gone home. As I left the clubhouse and got on my bike to cycle home, I realized with a pang, that I actually knew someone! Simon, of course! I thought. I hadn't seen him for quite a while, but I vividly remembered him. I had met Simon a couple of months before in London, in a run-down gay pub. We had an interesting conversation, from which I learned that he was an experienced Master with a passion for young boys. He had told me, that he liked to break them in and train them, for someone else's (and his own) pleasure. He seemed to me a very nice, powerful man, with a lot of compassion and loads of experience in the SM field. At the end of the evening, we had exchanged our telephone numbers. I hadn't seen him since, but I had a good and pleasant memory of him. Later that night, as I went to bed, I made my decision. If Sean would return to me (of which I was sure) and if we had sex and if he had enjoyed his corporal punishment, I would phone Simon, to see whether he could help me. And exhausted, but excited about the future, I fell asleep. Every few weeks I have to reply to letters and invitations to races for my team. We get quite a lot of them, but because my boys are still young, I don't think it necessary for them to participate in every one of these events. I only select the races and Time Trials, which will best benefit them. Usually, I do the paperwork on Sunday afternoon when the clubhouse is empty and other club members are somewhere on their bike or at the pub. So there I sat that particular Sunday, replying to a two-week's load of letters. It was an extremely hot day. The air around me in the stuffy office seemed to quiver from the humid heat. It was dead silent; not even a bird was heard. Suddenly I heard the front door open slowly. It startled me, because it was unusual that someone would come to the clubhouse this late on a Sunday afternoon. As I listened, I heard the clicking sound of cycling shoes in the corridor. It was the light, hesitant step of someone unsure of whether he wanted to enter or not. I could hear the footsteps echoing in the long corridor. At that moment, even before my brain grasped what this sudden visit could mean, I felt a fiery glow in my stomach, which spread its heat to my groin. My dick came to life in my bright red tights and I sensed the blood rush to my head. Could it be Sean? Had he become horny and brave enough to return to me to get his boyish needs fulfilled? The sound of the slow footsteps came nearer and by now, the mysterious visitor appeared to be right outside my door. I quickly grabbed my pen again and pretended to be writing. If it were Sean, I would tease him a bit. Then someone knocked on the office door. It was all very exciting, and I had a feeling of sexual suspense tingling through my body. It was then, that I heard Sean's clear voice: "H...Hello? Sir, are you there?" In a flash, I knew what to do. I would let him come in and do nothing at all. I specifically would let him take the initiative so he would be forced to say why he was coming to see me and what he wanted. I wanted to hear his soft and shy voice ask me to answer his needs. Maybe it was a bit cruel, but Sean was a strong lad who would learn to understand that it was he who wanted this to happen and would have to create it. My cock became even harder when I thought about the mind game I was going to play. I saw, how this would get him horny and I could humiliate him for it at a later time. "Come in, Sean", I called. As the door opened, I continued to write, so I didn't see him enter the room. The clicking of the plates under his cycling shoes was the only noise that disturbed the electrified air in my office. It remained dead silent, except for those small clicks reverberating, nearly matching the throbbing pulse in my cock. As the tension welled in my loins, I felt his presence very close to my desk. Not moving my head, I peered at him from the top corner of my eyes. He was dressed in a cycling suit in which I had never seen him before. A pale blue spandex top stretched across his supple, young torso. His nipples were clearly hard and made nice pinpoints in his shirt. The shorts of his aero suit were the tightest I'd ever seen. They were made of very thin, shiny grey spandex and they had a fantastic shimmer. Unfortunately, I couldn't see his face, from the way I was looking at him. To play my game, he had to think that I was busy. I simply let him stand there. I didn't say a word and just continued reading and writing. But of course, I was completely focused on him. I admit, that I really had to restrain myself not to stand up and simply grab him. But that would spoil my tactics and would be bad for discipline as well. Sean was breathing heavily and I could feel him shifting his weight. I heard some papers rustle on my desk. When I quickly looked up again, I saw what he was doing; he was standing so close to my desk, that he was constantly pushing his crotch into the table. He was humping my desk, like a little kid! Then, I made my first move. Still without looking at him, I stretched out my hand and, pretending to get an envelope from the far end of my desk, I touched his growing dick. The contact with his silky package was very brief, but it sent shivers through my body. Sean gasped but I didn't look up. The silence went on. Sean was pushing against my desk more forcefully now. He really was getting worked up. As I continued ignoring him, it was almost like he was pleading to be noticed. I could feel his tension, but I let him dangle. I simply finished the letter I was writing and signed it, before putting it in the envelope. Then I closed the envelope, sealed it and put it on the far end of my desk. In the same motion, I spread my fingers and let them slide over Sean's, by now completely hard, boy's pole. The feeling of his warm, quivering spandex- packed tube made my own rock-hard cock tremble and I felt, that I started to leak in my tights. I retreated my hand. I was still looking down at my desk, and carefully sorted the letters. Finally, I looked up at him and immediately, our gazes locked. I looked into his blushing, handsome and sweaty face. His red hair stuck to his scalp and seemed even more fiery then usual. His cheeks were flushed with excitement and desire. Sean's blue eyes were glassy and completely fixed on mine. I felt like a snake, fixing on its prey. "I really liked that, Sean", I said, "You did as well, eh?" He groaned. I slowly got up from my chair. I knew that he could see my raging erection and the sticky, wet spot on my right leg. "What was that, boy?" Obviously, he didn't know what to do with his hands and I saw him clenching his fists. He swallowed again and again like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the guts to do so. His eyes still stared into mine. I slowly moved over to him. As I stood next to him, and looked at his sweaty, lithe spandex-covered body, I had a good view on his cock: it was quite long for a lad his age and it hung down his left leg. A dark spot in the shiny spandex showed that he was loosing pre-cum as well. I couldn't wait to feel its stickiness. "Sean, what do you want? Why did you come to me?" I stood very close to him now. The tension between our two excited bodies was almost tangible. "Tell me, lad. What do you want from me?" Sean hung his head, closed his eyes and said: "I...I want to...Oh fuck...I mean...I want t-to...feel you, sir..." Standing in front of him, I could smell his youthful sweat. His nipples had become even harder during the past minutes and nearly stuck out through his damp and shiny shirt. Then, in an almost desperate movement, he grabbed his leaking dick and gave it a good squeeze. I saw the wet spot in his grey shorts growing bigger. Suddenly, he looked me straight in the face. His ice-blue eyes caught mine and it was if he surrendered to his powerful, sexual needs. "You want to feel me? You want to feel my body? Is that right, Sean?" "Yes, sir!" His voice sounded brave and deliberate. It seemed, that that squeeze had given him the confidence he needed. "I know a lot about you, Sean. You're not only hot for my and your teammates' bodies, but the cycling kits we all wear turn you on as well, eh? Isn't that right, boy?" He looked up at me again. I wanted to lift him and squeeze him for all he was worth. But I had to finish my game with him. "Yes, sir," he said. "What yes?" I shot back at him, "What do you want? Tell me, Sean." His gaze still locked with mine, he nearly spat out his words. "Yes, sir, I want to feel you! All those cycling shorts and tight suits turn me on so much ... they make me feel so fucking horny! "Really? Fucking horny, eh lad? So, what would you like to do then, Sean? Show me, boy. Let me see what you want to do..." My voice was nearly a whisper. As I was still looking into his eyes, I suddenly could see an intense passion burning in his stare. It was a look so passionately blazing and grown-up, that it surprized me. I knew that look; I had seen it on many men. It was a look that showed extreme horniness, extreme passion, and extreme desire. It was almost like a desperate plea, a begging, and silent cry for hard, lewd sex. The last time I saw this look, it was in the eyes of a man who was about to be whipped by his Master, during a session I witnessed in a seedy London sex club. Then the look had meant, "Use me, hurt me, whip me, but satisfy me, PLEASE!" And now I saw this craving, desperate look in the eyes of a 13- year-old schoolboy. It shocked me, but I found it quite intriguing as well. Sean took a small step forward(s). Our bodies were nearly touching now and I could feel the warmth radiating between us. The bittersweet smell of his sweat reached my nostrils and it made my cock even harder. Then, very tentatively, Sean stretched out his right hand and let it rest on my chest. This first contact was amazing, it seemed like he was glued to me. He seemed to melt into me. The fire in his eyes even intensified. He slowly began to draw small circles on my torso. The feeling of his soft hand on my chest was wonderful. Then, as he grew a little bit bolder, he brought in his other hand as well. Now he was cupping my pecs in my cotton t-shirt and, clearly by instinct, he started to pinch my nipples. I couldn't suppress a low sigh. He looked into my eyes, a bit startled. I smiled at him to let him know, that he hadn't hurt me. He winked, which was very disarming to see, and continued to stroke my upper body. I just stood there, my arms on my back, enjoying the things he was doing to me. Now he was exploring my back, massaging my shoulders and running his fingers along my spine. Sparks of electricity ran through my excited body. If this was his first sexual experience, the boy was a born sex hound! He noticed, that I really liked what he was doing and so he found enough courage to leave my torso alone and grab me by the hips. His grip was strong and stimulating as well, since he obviously had discovered, that I wasn't wearing underwear under my shiny tights. Again he looked me in the eyes. I just stared back, not saying anything. I could guess what he wanted, but he had to do it by his own initiative. A few seconds later, I felt his hand sliding down. I closed my eyes, savouring the moment. Just as he was about to make contact with my steel-like cock, he jumped away from me. I opened my eyes and stared at him in surprise. He swallowed hard and spoke for the first time in minutes: "Sir? Please sir...touch me now." He stood there, all expectant, with his hands behind his back. Again I could see that mad desire in his eyes and I decided not be too careful anymore. A growing lad capable of generating that sort of passion could handle what I was about to do. "You really want that, Sean? You really want to feel what it is like to be touched and groped again by your Trainer? Okay, then I'll show you. Come here." I went over to him, grabbed him by his tight, spandex-clad arse and lifted him up. He wasn't very heavy, so I could press his hot little body into mine. With one hand, I pushed his head a bit away from me, brushed the hair from his forehead and after a split second of staring into his eyes, I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. He backed away a bit, but then understood what I wanted. He slowly opened his mouth and I kissed him again. Slowly, I let my tongue invade his sweet- smelling mouth. I began to explore it and I felt him responding to my deep kissing. Within seconds, we were snogging like mad. Sean began to groan and moan and he tried to swallow as much of my tongue as he could. I was amazed again, by the adult way that he made love. He began to thrash his body around and I had difficulties steadying him at times. The feeling of his small body in that extremely tight spandex suit was incredible! It felt so warm and tight and pleasantly slippery. Knowing that I could hold him, I let him slide up and down, along my body. I knew exactly what sort of feelings that provoked. Within seconds, Sean was going mad, because of the contact the spandex made with our skins. After passionate kissing for about five minutes, I put him down again. Sean looked like a small kid in a sweet shop: his eyes all bright and shimmering, a nice blush on his cheeks and I could see droplets of sweat on his forehead. He was a little behind breath. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, right in front of me and looked up at me again. "S...Sir? Can I touch it?" he asked in a husky voice. With my arms folded, I watched him with hidden amusement. It seemed that young Sean was loosing his shyness. "Do you think you can handle it, boy?" I said in a rough tone, "Old enough to know what to do with a real man's dick?" He grinned and answered: "Yes sir, do y'want me to show you?" "Cheeky little bugger!" I thought, "I'll get you, just you wait..." Meanwhile Sean was staring right into my tented crotch. He looked at my leaking pole intently, before he touched the rim of my dickhead with his index finger. He slowly massaged the sensitive rim trough the spandex and immediately, a fresh, big drop of sticky pre-cum welled out of my cock. I groaned. "Wicked!" he exclaimed, looking up at me," You leak that snotty stuff as well." He brought his finger up to his nose and sniffed it. Seeing that, was enough for me to deposit another drop in my already pre-cum soaked tights. Sean now began to use his whole hand. I could feel and see he was an experienced wanker: he pulled and stroked and massaged my fat spoke in a very expert way. Soon he was jerking me off in earnest. With his left hand he kneaded my cum-swollen balls and with the other he was giving me maximum pleasure. I just stood there and watched him service me. I let out the occasional grunt of pleasure and felt my balls getting bigger and harder, while the sexual waves were floating through my body. I knew that Sean wanted me to spunk, but I would restrain myself. I was the one in charge, after all. Sean was lost again. His face nearly pressed into my crotch, he continued to wank me. Now and then, he would use his left hand that was cupping my balls to slide through my legs and swat or grope my red spandex arse. He was having the time of his life. When I could tell from the wonderful tight feeling in my balls that I wasn't very far from the finish line, I stepped back and pulled Sean to his legs. He shot me a look of disappointment, but I had other plans. "Undress yourself, lad, and show me your body!" I told him. Within seconds, he was undressed. He had no difficulties getting out of his aero suit. That was surprising, since most other cyclist have trouble getting in and out of their tight kits. But then I remembered that Sean obviously had a lot of practice, the little spandex devil that he was. He quickly stepped out of it and discarded the stimulating suit on the floor. I took off my own t-shirt and placed my hands on my hips. My cock bulged obscenely in its red, spandex confinement. Sean's naked body was beautiful! He was as white as ivory and a sexual blush was flowing trough his face, throat and upper body. His musculature was still developing, but I could see, that he would grow to be a nice, strong lad. As I had already seen his legs and arse numerous times, I quickly focused my gaze upon his genitals. They were rather pronounced for a boy his age: a nice, fat tube of cock was pointing proudly to his navel. I thought it was nearly sixteen centimetres long and quite thick. Two round and completely hairless balls swung beneath it. Sean had a beautiful organ, which was dripping clear drops of pre-cum onto the floor. I wondered, what his spunk would look like. He noticed, that I admired him and gave me that sexy grin again. I stretched out my hand and beckoned him to me. He took it eagerly, as I led him to my chair. I sat down and pulled the lad on my knees. He immediately began to wiggle his arse, obviously enjoying the friction between his arse and my spandex-covered dick. I held him tight to my hairy chest and licked the nape of his neck. He really tasted salty. I pinched one of his pink tits and said: "Sean, start wanking. That's what you want, eh lad? Come on, show me your spunk." He needn't to be told twice. Sean grabbed his dick and began to wank it with long, intense strokes. I let my hand rest on his balls and by the heaviness of them I felt, that it wouldn't be long before he would let it fly. He wriggled and squirmed about in my lap very frantically now. His breath became laboured and he started to mutter to himself, just as he had been doing the day I watched his solo scene in the boy's loo. I decided to egg him on. "Come on, yeah...Wank that cock. Yeah, that's it! Show me you're a big boy now, Sean. Yeah lad, that's it...You like sitting on your Trainer's lap and feeling his hard pole, eh? You like it, boy? You like the feeling of your tight little arse on my tool? You like the feeling of tight spandex on your bum? Yeah, I bet you do Sean, I bet you do..." He was nearly there, I could feel it. I tickled his balls, which made him groan again and again. He was sweating profusely now and a deep red colour reappeared on his cheeks and spread itself over his whole rocking body. As I felt his body stiffen and cock becoming even harder, I started tweak his nipples while I muttered into his ear: "Yeah, Sean, be a good boy now. Show your Trainer your spunk...Yeah, come on, lad, let it out...Let it out now, boy. Spray it all over your hot little body and my tight, shiny red tights!" The allusion to my spandex kit did it. With a toe-curling scream, Sean came. I saw thick pearly-white globs of boy spunk fly through the air. He was completely lost in his orgasm. Sean just came and came. His juice was everywhere: on his chest, his legs, on the floor and some of it dribbled from his balls on my cockmeat. He obviously had a wonderful orgasm. After a minute, Sean was hanging limply in my arms. He was completely spent and he had an angelic and satisfied smile on his flushed face. There is nothing sweeter than to see a young lad in the afterthrows of his orgasm. My own excitement couldn't have been bigger by now. I needed some release as well. But I would get it through something else. Now my sexual daydreams proved to be good guides. I looked down at the boy, who was nearly dozing off. Little did he know, what I had in store for him... TO BE CONTINUED This chapter was written with great pleasure and I hope you'll like it. Please send me your feedback!

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Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2002 22:12:30 -0700 From: TopLegal Subject: Rawley Academy (Pt 2) (Mt, No Sex, Mind Control, Corporal Punishment) Rawley Academy: 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. Day 6 ----- I was able to hear the outdoor concert in my room at the Professor's house. Meanwhile I was stuck naked in a small locked room of a new professor's house and subject to violent corporal punishment for even mild misbehaviors. The worst part was the realization that my protector, my father, not only knew about these indignities but was the financial sponsor of my humiliation. Professor Schlosser kept me busy so many hours a day that it was difficult to focus on much but crying so much about the picnic and concert had left me without sleep and a lot of time to think. An idea for escape began to form in my mind. If I had thought things through I would have recognized the futility of the plan. But acting before thinking was what had landed me in 24-hour nudity at the hands of a strict disciplinarian. I resolved to sneak out when Professor Schlosser let me out for my shower and my breakfast. I hated breakfast anyhow, some vile, cement like cereal and a banana every single day. Professor Schlosser commented when he came in to wake me that I "looked terrible. Now get up and get moving." I decided to go for it without showering and as soon as Professor Schlosser headed out I went to the bathroom and started the water for a shower. Then I walked downstairs and opened the front door. I was stark naked and also already in quite hot water. I had not even stepped out onto the patio when I felt Professor Schlosser's firm hand on my shoulder: "Big mistake Scout." The Professor unceremoniously carried me to my room like a sack of unwanted goods. "I'll be back with a bullwhip later this morning," the Professor explained as he restrained me face down to the bed. I had never noticed the restraints before. Now I was stuck waiting and scared shitless. It felt like the better part of a day before he returned and when he did I started begging for forgiveness. "Scout, I am so disappointed about this morning," the Professor explained as he let the coil of a bull whip rest on the small of my back. "You had been making so much progress and then this." With each statement he gently lifted the whip off my back and then placed it back down. It was a terrifying and firm reminder about my upcoming fate. "Please Professor, it was a terrible mistake and it won't happen again," I begged. The Professor responded, "I am certain that after this evening's punishment that you will not walk out on me again." There were several minutes of awkward tension before the punishment started. The first stroke of the whip was the most intense and searing pain I had ever felt in my entire life. The horrible part is that the pain continued as the Professor lashed me over and over again with the whip. My screams went completely unheeded as over thirty lashes landed violently and precisely across my back. "Do you have anything to say now Scout?" "I am sorry Professor," I responded. "And?" "Thank you for punishing me Professor," I found myself saying despite the intense pain I had just endured. As I said it I found myself realizing that I felt genuinely ashamed about my earlier behavior. But the worst feeling was that I felt like my punishment had been barely adequate for my misdeeds. What had Professor Schlosser done to me in just six days? I went to sleep restrained to the bed and without any food for the day. The next day would start again with Professor Schlosser's violent conditioning program. Day 7 ----- Professor Schlosser entered at the usual time and released me from the restraints. I was still unbearably sore and Professor Schlosser pushed the restraints under bed and out of sight. He then scooped me up gently and kissed me on the forehead tenderly and carried me to the bathroom for a bath. I felt like a little child as he dipped me into the bathtub and sponged me down. When he finished and helped me out I thanked him profusely and went downstairs for my breakfast. Somehow the cement-cereal and banana did not seem so bad for a change. Mark, Rawley Academy's Dean and Professor Schlosser's lover, was in the kitchen. He commented on my whip marked back. Each day in Professor Schlosser's "care" brought new humiliations to my life. My studies were intensive and Professor Schlosser gave no slack for having been out of commission the previous day. In fact it was apparent that I had been given two days worth of studies for a single day. I resolved ~not~ to throw a temper tantrum and took the homework eagerly and dove into it with abandon. By the time Professor Schlosser came to unlock me for lunch I had made surprising headway and got a kiss on the forehead and a "Good boy Scout." After eating my lunchtime PB&J and drinking a glass of milk the Professor showed me the basement workout room. He showed me a workout chart and explained how to use the different equipment. "Ok, Scout every day after lunch you will come down here and work out. After forty-five minutes on the elliptical machine you will do the strength training and then head upstairs." I nodded. "While you work out today I will be modifying the lock to your room to be self-locking from the outside. After your work out you will take a quick shower and then lock yourself up for the afternoon. Any questions?" "No Professor," I responded and then immediately started the workout. There was a pair of socks, sneakers and a jock strap on the floor for me to wear during the workout. Before Professor Schlosser disappeared he pointed out the closed circuit cameras in the gym that would allow him to review my workout in detail. It felt really good to workout and I lost sight of the soreness in my back as I worked my body on the elliptical machine. The free-weight work felt really good too. I toyed with disobeying the Professor and my sore back started to tingle and I gave up the thought. As I walked up I noticed more small cameras throughout the house, in the bathroom I showered in and even in my bedroom prison cell. Locking myself in the room was another new low for me but I did it willingly. I found it felt really good to please the Professor and the thought of disobeying him was terrifying. I finished the rest of the homework and studies easily before dinner and was really proud to show my work off to the Professor when I was unlocked for dinner. He was appreciative and led me down for dinner. After dinner I got to watch TV with him and the Dean. It was odd to hear the Dean, Mark, talking about some of the students getting into trouble for a prank. It was odd though, it felt like all of that was a world away. As the news came on Dayton, the Professor, sent me up to bed. He did not come up right away but when he did it was really nice to be kissed on the forehead by him. "How are you feeling today Scout?" "Really good Professor," I responded. "Does it make you feel good to please me?" An odd question I thought but even odder still I found myself answering, "Yes, it does Professor." "Good," he said as he gave me a gentle hug, "and how do you feel when you disappoint me?" It felt wonderful to be hugged by the Professor despite the fact that he was a violent disciplinarian who kept me a nude prisoner. But my feelings about disappointing the Professor surprised me as I said them aloud, "I feel terrible after I disappoint you Professor and feel like I deserve to be punished seriously." The Professor smiled warmly at me, "that is good, I think it is very important that you have strong positive feelings about pleasing me and very unpleasant feelings about displeasing me." I nodded. "My charges all start off hating me," the Professor said matter of factly, "but usually about two to three weeks in they come around to your point of view. You are coming along quite quickly." He pulled me quite close and held me tight. "Thank you Professor," I responded. I felt empty as he let me go to fall asleep. Day 8 ----- I woke up the next morning eager to please Professor Schlosser. My whip marks were healing nicely and I was surprised to be invited to his office that morning before breakfast. Professor Schlosser was absent but a stack of reports on my progress were the desk facing me. I picked them up and read through them. Seeing the list of my progress--and misadventures--laid out in graphic detail for my father was overwhelming. In particular the comment on my runaway attempt: "Severe disobedience requiring maximum punishment (30 lashes)" was the entire description. My dad would know I was getting whipped and was going to pay this man to keep doing it to me. Like the earlier report I initialed the pages and then left them to be sent out by Professor Schlosser. In the kitchen Mark was under the table sucking Dayton's cock. Professor Schlosser was eating a beautiful omelet and bacon that Mark had prepared. I had my cement cereal and a banana. I liked it. A lot. After Professor Schlosser finished his breakfast he explained my homework for the day and sent me off to my room. I locked myself in eager to get to focus on my tasks and please the Professor. Lunch was late that day and the Professor's only comment was that he had been detained disciplining five unruly students after class. My PB&J and glass of milk were terrific. I finished and headed down for a workout without prompting. I put on the socks, sneakers and jockstrap to work out. After finishing I locked myself back in and focused on the rest of my homework. Dinner was a nice meal cooked by the Dean and after dinner, I was able to watch TV. The Dean and the Professor joined me after a bit and the Dean started sucking the Professor's cock in front of me. "By the way Mark," the Professor explained to the cock sucking Dean, "I dealt with the troublemakers after their class this morning. They will not be able to sit down for quite some time. I gave each twenty-plus licks with the cane." The Dean nodded approvingly as he sucked Dayton's cock eagerly. "Hey, Scout," Dayton explained, "it was the entire leading line up of the football team that got it this morning." I knew better than to talk out of turn already and nodded approvingly. The Professor orgasmed into the Dean's mouth. The Professor walked me up to my bedroom prison and came in with me to tuck me in. "Scout are you angry at your father?" "No Professor," I said after a few moments thought. It was true, I was not angry at my dad. I was not even angry at Professor Schlosser. "Do you find it humiliating to have to sign off on your reports?" "Yes Professor." "Good," the Professor responded, "it should be. How about the food I am serving you?" "I am learning to appreciate it Professor," I responded. The Professor hugged me, "do you want some porno for your entertainment?" "Gay porno?" "Only if that is what you want," the Professor said. "So I can have straight porno?" "If you prefer." "Why?" "Scout, don't question everything so much, you are a fourteen year-old boy, you have urges, sometimes there is a need to let off steam." I had always been straight, or at least "not gay." But watching Dayton's relationship with Mark was turning me on. "Can I have some of both types?" "One closet-gay special coming up," the Professor said and left the room. He returned with a small stack of porn and left it by my bed. "Lights out in thirty minutes," he said and left. I ended up pulling the gay porn from the stack and stroking myself to orgasm. It felt good to get some sexual release and given everything that had happened recently I was not even ashamed that I had wanked off to gay stuff. Day 9 ----- The next morning I felt the best I had since arriving into Professor Schlosser's prison. The cereal was awful but I found myself liking it more each day. "Hey Scout," the Dean said, "I hear you asked for some gay porno." "Yeah, so?" "Just nice to see you are relaxing a bit and letting go of needing to be some top-jock." I nodded. After breakfast, I was immersed in my studies until lunch. Professor Schlosser entered with a young boy who could not be more than a year or two older than me. "This is Damien," the Professor said introducing the young boy. "Hi Damien, I'm Scout." "Damien was my charge last year and he is visiting for a long weekend," the Professor said as he helped Damien out of his clothing. After Damien was naked we were both steered downstairs for lunch. Two PB&J sandwiches and glasses of milk were on the table. We both ate without prompting. Afterwards I showed the way to the basement and there were two workout outfits. We alternated turns on the machines without talking much to each other. Then it was up to my room and since I had been quick with my studies and work there was time to ask questions. "So," I asked. Damien laughed, "your dad pay to whip you into shape?" "Yeah." "Well Dayton--the Professor--takes his job very seriously," Damien explained, "he is a Tae Kwon Do expert who specializes in administering corporal punishment and as studied mind control techniques for the better part of ten years to get to where he is." "Mind control?" "Come on, you hate that cereal, we all do, but you eat it anyhow, fuck you probably think you like it a bit by now." He was right. I asked, "how long will I be here?" "I was kept a prisoner for my entire freshman year of high school and then released. That seems typical." "Typical?" "He gets about one million per subject, before me there were twins, and before them others." "So he arranges for us to meet intentionally?" "Would you want to disappoint him by not visiting as instructed?" I thought about it, "No, I hate to disappoint the Professor." Damien smiled, "Be happy, he won't hurt you sexually and when he finishes your mind will be open to really learning." "So just enjoy getting whipped, and learn to like having my mind warped?" "Look the twins who came before me fought it tooth and nail for the first year and had to spend an extra year. That was the only time the Professor's techniques were not an immediate success. But perhaps that was because they were twins." "How does he do it to our minds?" "No clue," Damien said, "none of us have a clue. But we all love him to bits for beating the crap out of us and keeping us prisoners." "Are you angry with your parents?" "No, of course not," Damien said, "I love them so much for putting the Professor in my life." "Are you gay?" Damien looked at me, "no, the twins were gay though, you gay?" "I think maybe I am," I said timidly. "Cool," Damien said. "So why are you really here?" "Grade and attitude check for sophomore year," he explained. "Can we talk about something else?" "Do you get good at telling time without a watch?" "Yeah," Damien responded, "but can we talk about something else completely. My stomach is in knots and after I get thrashed later I will have to take a Greyhound bus for 10 hours back to New York with a sore-red ass." An odd thought came to my head: if his ass was sore it was because he deserved it. Damien commented, "yeah, I know what you are thinking. I thought the same thing about the twins when the visited. Heck, I even think it myself." We ended up laying next to each other on the bed, snuggling gently in an unusual, but also asexual fashion for the next few hours. Professor Schlosser made me stand in the office and watch Damien get his ass beaten later. I was riveted at the sight of Damien's smooth white ass being assaulted with the cane repeatedly. I was also certain that Damien thoroughly deserved every single stroke of the cane and that Professor Schlosser was absolutely right to administer it violently. 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Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 11:25:37 -0700 From: TopLegal Subject: Rawley Academy (Pt 1) (Mt, No Sex, Mind Control, Corporal Punishment) Rawley Academy ============== 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. Professor Schlosser ------------------- "Mr. Calhoun," the teacher said firmly, "see me after class." My heart sank, two of my fellow jocks looked at me with deep sympathy. Staying after in Professor Schlosser's class inevitably meant corporal punishment. I had never had to stay after in Schlosser's class before, most of the professors left me alone since was I rich and mostly behaved myself. Throughout the rest of the class I got more and more distracted from the English lessons as I tried to come up with excuses to escape punishment. By the time class ended everyone filtered out quickly. I knew better than to stand up. Will had tried to walk out on Professor Schlosser once he ended up in the Dean's Office and got fifteen strokes of the cane. I stayed firmly planted in my seat. Professor Schlosser shut the door and pulled the blinds down. He then sat down at the desk directly across from me. "Mr. Calhoun," he intoned, "I am severely disappointed with the fact that you keep coming to class unprepared." I started to open my mouth and found that he had whisked me out of my chair and over his lap in a single motion. "When I wish for you to speak Mr. Calhoun, I will ask you to do so," my professor explained as he struck my jeans covered butt firmly. I started to stammer about my dad getting Professor Schlosser in trouble with the Dean and the trustees and he laughed and continued to spank me firmly until I finally stopped. I felt thoroughly humiliated. I was then returned to my seat. "Now, Mr. Calhoun," Professor Schlosser continued, "I believe I was starting to explain that I find the way you come to class unprepared disappointing." My heart sunk, I had been spanked thirty-plus times over the professor's lap and that was not going to count for anything. "Mr. Calhoun pay attention!" I focused my eyes on Professor Schlosser. "Zone out again and you will be back over my lap again." I stared at the professor intently but kept my mouth shut. "I checked around with the other professors here, they all put up with your bullshit apparently," Professor Schlosser explained as he stood up and walked over to his desk. "I even discussed this with the Dean." I let loose an expletive softly, "fuck!" No sooner than I had muttered it I had realized my mistake and Professor Schlosser had returned from his desk with a paddle in hand and violently repositioned me over his lap. "Mr. Calhoun, what were the instructions regarding speaking without being spoken to?" "Not to," I responded. "Precisely," Professor Schlosser said as he began to wail my butt with the paddle. I was still wearing my jeans but the blows were intense. Fifteen blows later the assault stopped. But a firm hand from the professor on the small of my back clued me in that I was going to be staying in this humiliating position. I was also sobbing softly. "The Dean suggested that I speak directly with your father," Professor Schlosser continued, "who readily agreed with me that you needed guidance. Your father understands that the antics that the Dean and teachers used to let you get away with here at the Academy in middle school will stand in the way of you making it into Harvard in high school. I think that summarizes why we are here now. Do you have any questions or comments Mr. Calhoun?" "No Professor," I responded meekly, still pinned over his lap. "Good, well I hope that in the future when we have these meetings we can focus more directly on the specific behaviors requiring punishment," Professor Schlosser said calmly. The import of his statement was quite clear, I was going to be staying late a number of days after Professor Schlosser's English class. I felt my belt being undone and made the mistake of moving an arm to stop Professor Schlosser. My arm was quickly pinned to the small of my back and ten violent blows of the paddle were delivered. Then the Professor finished undoing my belt and took in off and into his hand. Professor Schlosser lifted me off his lap and carried me towards his desk. "Drop your pants to your ankles," he instructed. I did. "Bend over the desk and grab the far edge," he instructed. I bent over the desk and grabbed the edge. Professor Schlosser lifted my dress shirt up off my back and placed one hand firmly on my back. The next sensation I felt was the sting of my own belt against my backside. After the belt pulled away from my bare backside the stinging intensified. By the tenth lash of my belt I had given up trying to stay stoic. I was wiggling around the desk but Professor Schlosser held me firmly in place and continued the assault on my butt. After thirty lashes I was crying and begging, "Please; I'll study harder" and so forth. After fifty, Professor Schlosser stopped and ran his hands across my brutalized naked buttocks. "I think that will do for today," he said as he continued to caress my bare buttocks. Professor Schlosser lifted me off the desk and handed me a slip of paper with a set of instructions. "If I were you Mr. Calhoun, I would make sure you get each of the items on this list done before class tomorrow." He then promptly walked out of the classroom leaving me standing in front of the desk with my pants at my ankles and my reddened butt facing the empty classroom. He did not bother to shut the door. Luckily most students were already out at sports practice. I pulled my pants up and then stared at the list: (1) Read Acts I-III of Romeo and Juliet, (2) Prepare a three page essay summarizing the role of family loyalty as viewed by Shakespeare, (3) Write a sonnet (today's assignment). "Fuck," I said aloud. I involuntarily shuddered slightly half expecting to be paddled again. Revenge? -------- Rawley Academy is prestigious to say the least. Many alumni were among the ranks of the rich and famous. All boys still and covering grades 6-12, Rawley Academy was steeped in the South. Though segregation was banned, there were only a very small handful of non-white students. I walked back from the classrooms to the dorms in disbelief. I was untouchable. All of the other students and professors knew that. I routinely got away with "murder" as the Dean used to say as he would shrug it off as "boyish indiscretions." Now here I was with a bright red ass which was welted and sore from my own belt. The further I got from the classroom the more self-confident I got. "My dad will put a stop to Professor Schlosser... He can't treat me like that..." At the dorm my roommate Will was still out. I changed into soft shorts and a T-shirt. I paused for a moment to examine Professor Schlosser's handiwork on my backside and resolved to get back at him. When Will got back from practice he asked how I was. "Fine," I responded. "So did you get your ass beat?" "Fuck off," I said, "let's get that asshole." "No way," Will said, "no fucking way I'm crossing that guy again. He's like a fucking martial arts expert and he already turned my ass into raw meat once." I recalled that Will had been in the infirmary for two days after visiting the Dean and Professor Schlosser. Perhaps fifteen strokes did not really do things justice. I called my dad at his office but his secretary reminded me my dad was traveling in Asia for all of October and was unreachable. I debated asking if she had records of him talking to Professor Schlosser and then thought the better of it. I was on my own. I should have heeded Will's advice and focused on my list. Instead I ducked out, hit the mess hall, stole some eggs and headed for the faculty housing. I was outside his home and pulling the eggs out of the carton when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I froze and felt a vice-like grip on my neck. "Mr. Calhoun." I recognized Professor Schlosser's voice. "Am I to assume that you finished your assigned tasks already and came to make me breakfast?" I was too scared to say anything. "Put the eggs away and come into the house with me." I complied and with a tight and somewhat painful hand directing me, I got led into Professor Schlosser's faculty housing. The Dean was in the living room along with Will. Will would not make eye contact with me and as I entered the Dean explained, "Well done Mr. Krudski, I'll remove the discipline report from your file now. Professor Schlosser, I'll leave Mr. Calhoun's care to you." With that the Dean left taking my roommate Will Krudski with him. "Mr. Calhoun," Professor Schlosser said, "I would have thought you would be avoiding me not seeking me out for more discipline. This is quite the cry for help." He took the eggs from me and pushed me to sit down on the couch and disappeared for a while. I looked at the coffee table, I was shocked to find gay magazines, both news and porno, sitting out. The Dean had to have seen them I thought, Professor Schlosser entered as I was thumbing through the stack of gay porno. "And they said you were straight," he said. I started to open my mouth but then thought the better of it. "Good boy Scout," the professor said, "you don't mind me call you Scout do you boy?" "No," I said. "No what?" "No Professor," I said a bit unsure. He nodded approvingly. "Scout get undressed and toss me your clothes." I hesitated and he commented that my butt would probably not appreciate the cane tonight. I quickly stripped naked. He then passed me a copy of Romeo and Juliet and commented that pen and paper were on the side table. Then he left the room. I was at a complete loss. I was ready to piss myself from fear but decided to focus on my homework. I managed to ignore the humiliation of being naked and got through the first part of the play rather quickly. I then put together the required sonnet and essay. I decided to stay put and not say anything but rather to wait for Professor Schlosser. As I waited I decided to sneak a peek at the porno. I picked up a copy of Freshmen and scanned through the pictures of the young naked guys. I had to admit it was somewhat hot. I realized also that with me sitting naked in my professor's house I looked a lot like those guys. The thought was a bit revolting and humiliating but also arousing. I did not notice Professor Schlosser enter. When I did look up finally, he was standing over me. I handed him the porno magazine and he closed it and put it back on the coffee table. He had a paddle in his hand. He lifted me off the couch, kissed me on the forehead and then flipped me over his lap. "This is for trying to egg my house," Professor Schlosser explained as he assaulted my already tender, bare butt. Fifteen blows of the paddle later I was sobbing loudly. Professor Schlosser lifted me off his lap and stood up to guide me up to what was going to become my bedroom. "The Dean and I agree you should stay here for now, Will and he walked over your stuff while you were reading Romeo and Juliet," he said as he guided me up the stairs. We bypassed the main bedroom and walked down a hallway to a door with a deadbolt. Professor Schlosser unlocked the bolt with a key and admitted me to a small, stark room. The room was lit by a single desk lamp and featured grey walls. The window had been painted grey making it hard to see out. The furniture was bleak. A wooden table with the lamp. A stool and a wooden bed frame with a thin mattress covered by a sheet. A single blanket and pillow were at the foot of the bed. Professor Schlosser rotate me around to face him and kissed me on the forehead and then patted my sore butt. "I trust there are no complaints?" "No Professor," I responded. "Good, use the bathroom down the hall to brush your teeth and void yourself. Then come back here and I will tuck you in." He disappeared. I headed to the bathroom and followed his instructions. I was back in the bedroom in about five minutes and resting on the bed. It was not particularly comfortable. I decided against commenting to him and he kissed me on the forehead again, turned off the light, and then walked out. I heard the deadbolt lock behind him. I was locked in. The events of the day were overwhelming me and I found myself sobbing hoping for someone to rescue me. But whoever Professor Schlosser was it was clear he was quite powerful and was in control. Day 1 ----- I did not really sleep at all and without a watch I could not figure out the time. When I heard the deadbolt turn, Professor Schlosser entered with a school uniform in hand. "Take your shower and get dressed and come downstairs. You have thirty minutes to be downstairs." I felt my ass, it was still sore. I decided against taking any stands and took a shower. Then I got into my uniform and went downstairs. My schoolbag was sitting on the counter and there was some healthy-type cereal on the table. "Have a bowl of that and a banana for breakfast," Professor Schlosser instructed. "I don't really like," I started. Before I could finish speaking I was over Professor Schlosser's lap and he was spanking me violently by hand. After ten painful smacks, he righted me and repeated the instructions. I poured the cereal and forced myself to eat it. Then he handed me a banana and I ate that as well. "Good boy Scout," he said. "Yes Professor," I said. I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask and decided to see if I could ask a question, "Permission to ask a question Professor." He nodded approvingly. "How long will I be here?" "That really depends on you Scout, if you can turn your act around quickly maybe just a few days. If not, the whole school year." "One more question Professor?" "No," he said firmly and I could tell 'pushing it' would be unwise. I stood up and was quickly pushed back into my seat. "Ask to be excused." "May I be excused Professor?" "No," he said, "sit at the table till I am ready to leave." He then left the room. I noticed that the kitchen, like the living room, and my bedroom lacked a clock. If I had been more observant I would have noticed that the Professor never wore a watch and that he had removed the clocks from his classroom. The doorbell rang and I almost stood up but remained seated. I could hear the Dean's voice. "Dayton, how's it going with Scout?" "He is no problem at all Mark," the Professor responded back. "Glad to hear that, Mr. Krudski fully understands what he needs to say about what happened with Scout if he wants to avoid expulsion." "Wonderful, see you tonight then Mark," the Professor said and I heard the door shut. He came back in the kitchen carrying his briefcase and then put it down. "Scout can you come back upstairs with me for a minute." I followed him to my room. He sat me at the stool and there was a stack of books from my English class on the desk. "Scout given your recent behavior you will be doing your classes from here with just me as your instructor. I hope you can understand that." I did not understand and I thought about asking a question but I knew that would get me a red bottom. Professor Schlosser left the room and locked me in it. I do not know how long it was before I heard the deadbolt turn. The Professor was standing there and invited me to come down for lunch. I followed and sat down at the table. While I had been trapped in the room all morning I had resolved to murder Professor Schlosser but when he opened the door I felt utterly dependent on him. He served me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk. When I finished he told me to go to the bathroom and then head back to my room. I should have run away. But I did not. I went to the bathroom and then back to my bedroom. After a few minutes Professor Schlosser joined me, "Scout I want you to finish Romeo and Juliet this afternoon and write a second essay, ten pages, about the role of messages and mixed communications in the play. After that start on your algebra book Chapter III, I want you to do all the even numbered problems in Chapter III." "Yes Professor," I said. He kissed me on the forehead and walked out and locked the door. I could tell it was getting dark and a long time had passed because my bladder was full. I was so pre-occupied with the homework that I had forgotten to be angry about being a prisoner. When he opened the door he instructed me to strip naked, go to the bathroom and then come down for dinner. I was so happy to see him I jumped to it and pulled my uniform off with abandon. He was reviewing my work and I found the kitchen empty when he got there but sat down on a chair and waited. He took another twenty minutes to show up and commented, "Good work today Scout." "I am going to make some pizza for us and then you can watch TV," he explained. I nodded and watched him make pizza more or less from scratch. The doorbell rang and he left briefly to get it and brought in the Dean. I wanted to crawl up into a ball and hide because I was embarrassed to be naked but I had nowhere to go. "Hey Scout," the Dean said to me. I nodded politely. "You can talk Scout," Professor Schlosser said as he pulled the pizza from the oven. "Hi Dean," I responded. "You can call me Mark now Scout. You aren't a student here anymore," Mark explained. "Ok," I said, "hey Mark." "Dayton treating you ok?" I nodded as Professor Schlosser--Dayton--put some pizza on a plate in front of me. "Dayton is a real specialist in troubled rich children," Mark explained, "your father selected him to work on you at considerable expense." I suddenly lost my appetite. Dayton had sat down and was happily eating pizza as was Mark now. "Scout," Dayton said, "good boys eat everything on their plate." I almost threw a temper tantrum but Dayton beat me to the punch, "Scout, I am going to give you to the count of five to compose yourself. If by the count of five you are not eating your dinner politely and participating nicely in the conversation you will find out just how effectively I can use a cane on a boy's bare bum." Mark nodded approvingly. I sniffled a few times and quickly started eating. I also apologized for being rude. Over dinner Dayton's history of "training" troubled children came out. I was a notch in his belt as far as both he and my father were concerned. When everyone had finished eating I asked to be excused. "Scout you can watch TV in the living room," Dayton said indicating exactly where I was to go. I found "Dawson's Creek" on and contented myself to watch something that resembled normalcy. Dayton and Mark entered about twenty minutes in and Mark asked for the remote which I handed over without even having to think about it. Mark selected CNN news and he and Dayton sat next to each other on the couch. I was completely naked in front of them and feeling more and more self-conscious about that as Mark began to kiss Dayton intensely. The dominance of the relationship was clear: Dayton--Professor Schlosser to me, was in charge. I also could not avoid fixating on the two of them and watched intently as Mark nuzzled against Dayton and eventually unzipped Dayton's fly. A few minutes later I watched Mark perform fellatio on Dayton. I found the whole thing rather erotic and even got a bit hard myself. Next I watched Dayton fuck Mark in the butt until he orgasmed inside the older man. Then Mark contented himself to rest in Dayton's arms. Around ten o'clock, Dayton instructed me to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. I got up and headed for the bathroom. Again I perhaps ~should~ have run away. But I was naked and not really all that unhappy. A bit later Dayton came to my room, "very good boy Scout, most boys I work with need much more severe corporal punishment for the first month then you. This is most promising." He kissed me on the forehead and commented as he turned out the light, "also my name is Dayton but that's Professor to you." Day 2 ----- Perhaps my first day in prison had gone too well and perhaps I just needed to test the limits but the next day was where I learned fully why Will had ratted me out. Dayton woke me up with a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I want you downstairs in twenty." "Clothing," I said. I was quickly over Dayton's lap for twenty firm slaps of my bare butt. "No talking unless spoken to Scout, if I want you in clothing it will be given to you." I showered and went downstairs. Mark was still there and the same cereal was on the table. I really wanted something different, something I liked better. "Permission to speak Professor," I said. "No, you will eat a full bowl of that cereal and a banana today and every day for breakfast Scout." I then made a big mistake. I threw my spoon on the floor. I was over Dayton's shoulder and being carried to his office before I could even get out an apology. He restrained me to a low-slung bench with my bare ass sticking out. "Please, I'm sorry, Please Professor," I begged. But my pleas were ignored. I saw him pick up a cane from a rack to my side. I knew that the cane had hit me but the pain came a second or so later. And it was intense. Dayton was a martial arts expert and was inflicting unbelievable pain to my buttocks with the cane. I was hollering in pain and crying for him to stop. Fourteen blows later I was a complete mess and was then carried back to my bedroom still crying and locked in. A few hours later he came in and told me to come down for lunch. The cereal was still on the table. My ass was like a slab of raw meat. Another caning would do me in but I did not want to eat the cereal. After thirty minutes I was taken back to the bedroom without further punishment but hungrier still. I cried in the bedroom and when dinner came I was really hoping to eat. But it was the cereal again. Mark was there already and commented that my ass looked worse than Will's ass did. Dayton said proudly, "That is nothing." I whimpered slightly and Dayton asked if you do not want the cereal just go up to your room and I will tuck you in. I whimpered again. "You have three choices now," he explained, "eat the cereal and then you can watch TV with us; go up to your room hungry; or keep acting out and then you will get another caning." I stood up and headed to the bedroom hungry. In my room Dayton came up quickly and kissed me on the forehead even though I was crying and then turned out the light and left me. Day 3 ----- I was so hungry in the morning I gladly ate the cereal and the banana. "Good boy Scout," Dayton said, "do you have any questions about my expectations for you?" "Yes Professor," I said. "Ok," he said, "~if~ you can make through today without getting your ass caned again, then tonight after dinner we can talk about those expectations." "Thank you Professor, I will be good today." "Well today is starting out much better than yesterday," he commented as he guided me back to the bedroom and gave me a list of homework that there was no humanly possible way I could complete. "Professor?" "No questions Scout," he said and walked out locking me into the room. Before he came back to see me for lunch I was feeling despondent about finishing everything and threw all my books on the floor. That was a bad mistake. When Dayton came into the room and saw my books on the floor he commented, "so much for today being better. Let's head down to my office." I stood up and walked down willingly. I figured if I was cooperative he might not cane me quite so hard. That was perhaps true but fifteen violent strokes on the bare butt is fifteen violent strokes. I was then brought back to the bedroom without lunch and instructed to cleanup and work on my homework or there would be another caning and no dinner or TV. I quickly cleaned up my books and then lay on the bed, butt in the air, working on my homework. When Dayton returned he was pleased to see I had gotten back to my studies and commented that ~if~ I had worked instead of losing my temper I ~could~ have finished in time. We discussed fair punishments extensively and agreed that I would be caned immediately after dinner and then sent to my room. It was weird setting my own punishment. But it was something I would do more and more regularly for Professor Schlosser. Each punishment was always brutal and he never spared the rod. This night Mark cooked a nice steak fillet for us and served a nice salad. This was the best dinner I had had in ages. Dayton permitted me a half hour to digest the food and then suggested I go to the office for punishment. I was waiting on the bench to be tied up for him. He restrained me tightly before ripping my ass apart with the cane. It was the first--but not last time--Dayton would make me bleed during a punishment session. He cleaned the blood up with alcohol which stung more and then sent me to my room without TV. Day 4 ----- The next morning the cereal that was the bane of my existence was on hand. But the strange thing was that like many things about my new life with Professor Schlosser, I was learning to like it. My two favorites were the tender, fatherly kisses on my forehead and "good boy Scout." I ate up heartily and as Dayton sat down next to me to walk through the homework for the day Mark was under the table giving him a blowjob. It was a bit surreal and I wanted to watch the two of them have sex but Dayton rapped my knuckles on the table a few times to keep me focused on his instructions. As soon as he finished giving me the list I headed up to my bedroom to start working. I was afraid the homework list was too long but I started working anyhow and resolved not to have a temper tantrum. About thirty minutes later the Dean, Mark, entered naked and said that he was going to be spending the day tutoring me in Japanese. Dayton came by a bit later to lock us both in. Mark was resolutely asexual with me but both of us being naked was a turn on for me. He explained that Japanese was my father's selection and that he would be tutoring me in it intensively seven days a week henceforth. We spent several hours on Japanese and then he told me to work on my other assignments. He lay on my bed though and jacked himself off. At lunch we were both let out and Dayton remarked that he was glad I was doing so well on my homework. Lunch was a PB-and-J and a glass of milk. My routine was quite clear. After lunch I got permission to be excused and headed up to get an early jump on my homework. It was already very dark out when Dayton came to fetch me for dinner. I had finished everything--just barely. Mark was cooking dinner and I noticed that he was now naked in the house at all times and present in the house at all times as well. Dayton commented that I had made it through the day without a caning and was entitled to an explanation of his expectations for me. "So how long will this go on for real?' "You will not be back at Rawley Academy this school year," Dayton explained. I nodded, "and it will just be like this?" ""Will you be having sex with me?" "Absolutely ~not~. I do ~not~ have sex with my charges and Mark will not be having sex with you either. You are fourteen Scout and will not be touched sexually this year." "So the only thing I can control is ~not~ being caned?" "It's a whole year, if you've been paying close attention I never lie to you or make idle threats or promises. I think you have enough information to know how you need to behave for the foreseeable future." "Thank you Professor," I said. Mark served us up a wonderful paella for dinner and then I got to watch TV. It was a Saturday. Day 5 ----- Professor Schlosser woke me with a tender kiss on the forehead. "Good morning Scout, after you shower come down to my office first." I showered and headed down the stairs to Professor Schlosser's office. The spanking bench was not visible but a chair was out in front of his desk and it seemed appropriate to sit down there. On sitting down I noticed a thick report. Glancing at the cover I could see that it was a letter to my father. "Ah excellent, you showered quickly," the Professor said to me upon walking in. "This is the weekly progress report I send your father each week. I make it a practice to have the subject sign the letter to confirm that they read it and so they can see my frank assessment of their performance." Professor Schlosser sat down at his desk facing me and studied my face as I read the letter. The front page was standard business correspondence and requested that in light of the attached progress notes the next payment of 25% was due. I turned the page. Detailed handwritten notes outlined Professor Schlosser's comments on my behavior. Minutiae made the report along with a detailed listing of corporal punishments. Each day of the report filled three or more pages. I finished the report; disturbed by the ease with which the Professor described violently caning me or depriving me without food. Each was described though in terms of my bad behavior: "failure to follow instructions", "disobedience", "temper tantrum", etc. When I finished the Professor handed me a pen to initial each page of the report. I went through quickly and attached an "SC" to each page. Professor Schlosser took the report from me and inserted it into a FEDEX mailer with my father's business address on the front. "Get yourself breakfast now Scout," he said as he stepped outside the front door to place the FEDEX for pickup. Mark was in the kitchen naked cooking breakfast for him and Dayton. I knew better than to ask for anything and got my cereal and banana and ate them quickly. Dayton made me stay at the table and watch him and Mark enjoy their nice omelets. I tried my best not to get frustrated and then I was sent upstairs for extensive Japanese practice before lunch. Mark was in the room with me as well and mentioned that the entire day would be spent on Japanese. After several hours he gave me some written work to practice on and he lay on my bed and jerked himself off. My lunch was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich served with a glass of milk. Dayton and Mark discussed a faculty-student picnic that afternoon. I realized that I would not be attending and felt pretty frustrated. Dayton cuffed me and said, "Scout don't blow it today, you've gone several days without a serious caning. If you throw a temper tantrum you will end up quite sore and still not get to go to the picnic." "May I please be excused to my room," I asked. Dayton nodded and told me he would be up to lock me in shortly. I went upstairs and lay down on my bed and curled up in a fetal ball and just started sobbing. 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: Tue, 29 Oct 2024 16:25:27 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 9 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, it includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. The age of some characters is 16 and 17 so they are young adults. In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to being enslaved for consensual slavery and BDSM scenes. So the slaves are also genetically different since they are the product of a breeding program designed to create 100% submissives or 100% dominants (See MSDS Society as references). The Society that bred our slave David has knowledge of a submissive and dominant gene. They used that knowledge to breed more submissives and dominants. For our slaves David, Billy, Jimmy, and Mike (Sparky) they are 100% submissives. This breeding made them so submissive that they want, no need to be enslaved. It is a deep desire that they cannot control. This new chapter shows is from the point of view of Master Frank as he spends his day with his slave David and then reunites with slave David's father. This slave understands this could seem extreme for some. If this story offends you please move on. Thank you. Characters: * Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of 5 slaves and designated Master of slave David and Slave Adam. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door. + Slave David Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, formerly married to Adam and former Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features sand out. + Slave Adam Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. * Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of slave Jimmy and slave Billy. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Billy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Now adopted by Master Frank. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. + Slave Jimmy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair, green eyes, slim, and smooth. A swimmer's body. * Jason Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of Sparky. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Sparky / Mikey Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. A face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. * Jeff Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of pup slave Sperky, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy. Age 58, 160#, 5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5 inch dick, brown hair with gray highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor. Successful general contractor with experience in both residential and commercial construction. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org POV Master Frank I woke up to my slave david licking my cock. Fuck! Now this is the way I should wake up every day. I relax, putting my hands above my head and enjoying being serviced. Seeing that I am awake, my slave proceeds to take my cock deep into its throat. I smile down at my slave. I was about to ask where my other slave adam went when the bedroom door opens and slave adam appears with a fresh cup of coffee just the way I like. I indicated to place the hot coffee on the table next to my bed. The slave kneels beside my bed, bows its head and says, "Master, is there anything your slave may get you?" "Yes, make breakfast for everyone but before it starts see if my sons need anything. After breakfast is finished, clean the kitchen, do the laundry, vacuum the house, take out the garbage, go grocery shopping, make dinner for my family, and feed my slaves yesterday's leftovers." "Yes Master, your slave will make breakfast, take care of Master's housework, make dinner for all Masters of the house, and feed your slaves." "Good, today everyone will eat breakfast in the dining room. Tell my sons to bring their slaves. It may leave now. Oh and make oatmeal for the slaves. Make enough oatmeal to have leftovers for tomorrow's breakfast. Tomorrow, my slaves will eat the leftovers from today. Besides today's breakfast, my slaves will only eat cold leftovers. Do I make myself clear, slave?" "Yes Master, your slave will do as its Master orders!" "OK, it may go now." I watch it run off to follow my orders. DAM! What a nice ass it has! Yes, this is the life I always dreamed of. The thought makes me horny again! So, I grab the hair of my slave, David, and fuck face him hard and fast. Fuck! I need to shoot into this cunt. I don't let go until I dump a load in my faggot's throat. I look down at it, "Fuck! Yeah, faggot! Its throat feels so good. It will wake me up every morning like this. It wants to be my cumdump, right? It was bred to be a slave and I now have claimed it as my own. For the rest of its life, it will wake me up with its wonderful mouth! Remember, it's my property NOW!" Suddenly, the thought of how much power I have over it pushes me over the edge, shooting my load down its throat. I let go of its hair and the slave pulls back quickly to catch its breath resulting in several shots of my cum hitting it in the face. FUCK! That felt good. I smirk, as it licks its lips trying to lick up the cum off its face. So, of course, I help it out as a good Master should by scooping up some of the cum and feeding it to my slave. It sucks on my cum covered fingers as if it's candy. DAM! It's a good slave. I rub its head with my other hand. Shit! I'm a lucky man. I don't have to do much training for this slave family. Much of it seems to be instinctive. It must be the breeding program they come from. Also, I'm lucky that slave David married such a submissive husband. I have a feeling deep down slave David was scared of its submissive nature. So, to keep its submissive nature buried within itself, it married another submissive. Naturally, when I came along, the floodgates just opened up and it couldn't control itself. It must be from the submissive gene its father talked about years ago. I had a feeling that it might happen which is the reason I enslaved him and his entire family. I didn't want my slaves to end up with an abusive Master. Besides, my sons need slaves and so did I. My plan has worked out perfectly. Now to re-claim David's father as my sixth slave. I believe deep in its mind, I have been its Owner for all these years. It just needs a little push. If only I have some leverage to make the process of re-enslaving it much easier. I need it to submit to me willingly. I have some plans and I need its skills to carry them out for me. I suddenly need to piss. So, I grab hold of my slave's hair again and hold it onto my semi-hard cock. "Remember my training yesterday as my urinal?" It nods its head and tightens its grip on the head of my cock. Good, it learns quickly. It must be the breeding again. "Do not spill any of my piss or it will be punished!" I see fear in its eyes and know it is time. This time I release a full stream of piss into its mouth. My slave dutifully swallows all my piss without spilling any. I smile down at it and pat its head. "Good slave, keep up the good work and I might just reward it tonight with a good hard fucking." I see a smile forming on its face. Yes, it likes my cock in its hole. Good, I can use fucking it as a form of reward in the future. It will work hard for me so I can fuck it hard! When I am done pissing, I pull its head back and say, "Go get my shower ready. It knows how I like it." It quickly runs to my private shower. I hear the water running. I relax for a minute from the wonderful orgasm I just had. I get out of bed and enter the bathroom, smiling down at my slave who is kneeling on the hard tile floor. Its head is bowed in the respect that I deserve. I walk into the steamy shower, letting the water cascade down my body. I close my eyes to let the water flow over my face. Then, I feel hands on my body washing me. So I just relax, enjoy the hot water and warm hands washing me. Every inch of my body is being washed and all I have to do is stand and enjoy it. It reminds me of how I like my body washed. Again my slave learns quickly. Fuck! This is the life. All Doms should have the use of a slave. It is only right. The subs are useless without a strong Dom. This is why I want to make volunteer slavery open and available to all Doms and subs. I know for now my community cannot go to the extent I have done to enslave my slaves. My slaves are a very special breed of submissives. Yet, I can make it more normal to see subs submitting to Doms in public. The more they see subs in the wild, the more it will be seen as normal. Eventually, if my plan works, slaves will be commonplace in most homes. Even the psychological field has officially said that BDSM is normal. After my slave cleans me thoroughly, it dries me. "It can wash itself. Make sure it cleans out its hole thoroughly. Also, anytime it takes a dump it will need to clean out its hole. I want its hole clean at all times so I can use it whenever I like. Also, be quick, I should never have to wait for my slaves." "Yes Master, Thank you Master for allowing it to clean itself." It starts washing itself as I shave my face, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. When I am done, my slave kneels once again on the hard tile floor. I walk towards the bedroom, "Come, get me my blue running shorts, a pair of socks, and tennis shoes from my dresser and closet." When we enter the bedroom I see a small stack of my slave's clothes on the dresser. Slave adam must have folded them and brought them to me as I ordered. Very good. I sit down on my bed as I watch my slave quickly search my dresser for the shorts and socks. Then it finds my running shoes in the closet. It grabs everything then kneels at my feet placing the clothes next to it. It bows its head and waits. "It may dress its Master." "Thank you, Master!" It picks up each foot and places my socks on my feet. Then it feeds each foot in my shorts and I stand. It pulls up the shorts over my cock. Most days I go commando. I like seeing the reactions on guys' faces as they notice my big cock. I smile at them and they get red. It's amusing to watch their reaction. Just wait until they see my slave running behind me. "Slave, grab one of its spandex shorts and a pair of tennis shoes. Then follow me." I walk to the front door. The kitchen, dining room, and living room are an open floor plan. It is what I wanted so my slaves cannot hide from me. When I bought the house, I had it remodeled to be an open floor plan. So, when I get to the front door, I can see my slave adam busy working in the kitchen preparing our breakfast. I have to smile. It is a good houseboy / slave. All those years of being a stay-at-home dad, trained it well to be my houseboy. Again, I am amazed at how well-trained my slaves already are. I couldn't ask for a more perfect family to enslave. "Slave, it may dress now." My slave quickly gets dressed. I smirk when I open the front door and its face turns red! I love how easily it's embarrassed. I have to admit, it does look sexy in the spandex shorts. Its well-endowed dick is on full display. It is even growing. Nice! It likes being embarrassed. I walk outside and start doing my stretches. My slave follows my lead, doing the same stretches. When we are done, I order, "Come slave, follow me. Always follow your Master to my right side and just behind me. Never fall behind. Imagine you're tied to a leash because someday you will be." I smile back at it and start running. I hear my slave running behind me to my right. This will be the first of many times when our neighbors see us together. I wave at all our neighbors as we pass and they wave back. Some stare at us as we pass them. I get a lot of that but even more now with my slave in tow. We run around the neighborhood for 5 miles. I can hear my slave really panting behind me. I stop at a convenience store that is used by our neighborhood. I hear the store has been here before the community was formed. It was owned by an old man but his young 20-something gay son owns it now. My slave is breathing heavily when we stop. "Get used to it, slave. We will be running or biking like this every day. Now get us two bottles of water from the store. Tell Sammy to put it on my store credit." My slave is sweating causing the white spandex to show its dick nicely. I laugh, it looks like my slave is naked. Sammy is going to love it. He is a very loud queen but the neighbors love him because he is very friendly and flirts with them. I stand just outside the door so I can watch my slave. It enters the store and is immediately outed by Sammy for its near nakedness. "Dam girl! You've got a nice package going on!" I laugh as Sammy waves his hands up and down and lusts after my slave. My slave grabs two bottles of water and brings them to the counter. "Please Sir, add these waters to my Mas... ah I mean Frank Richardson's store credit." Sammy says in a low voice but his voice echoes in the store and I think he knows it doesn't matter how quiet he tries to be. "Sure thing sweety. So, it looks like you're running now with the big strong Mr. Frank. He's hot right?" "Yes Sir, he is." My slave looks back at me with a smile. I know that look. It's now thinking about my hot muscles and serving my big cock. His dick must be growing. Sammy, the sluty opportunist that he is, orders my slave to come around the counter. My slave looks back at me and I just nod at it. Sammy sees my nod and knows the boy is mine. My slave goes behind the counter as ordered. "Dam boy, you do have a nice package." I can just see the top half of my nearly naked slave as Sammy orders, my slave, to come closer. He reaches out with his hand and I assume he is stroking my slave's hard dick. He then pushes my slave to his knees. Sammy points to under the counter. I know Sammy has an open space under the counter that my slave will fit into well. It's not the first time I have heard Sammy use a boy under the counter. It is one of the reasons I stopped here. Soon, I hear sucking sounds. I have to laugh. I think my slave is trying hard to get Sammy off so he gets this embarrassing moment over with as quickly as possible. A new customer comes towards me and I open the door for him. He says "Thank You Sir" and I reply "Your Welcome, boy! ". He smiles back at me when I refer to him as a boy. He looks about 18 or so. I can't hear the sucking as much now. You wouldn't even know that there is a slave sucking cock under the counter. I laugh again, my slave had to slow down to not be heard. The young man wanders the small store for a while, taking short glances at me. Like I said, I get that a lot! This makes the young man take longer to find what he's looking for. I am fine with that. He is a hot boy to watch while my slave is busy. It's fun to know my slave must be extremely embarrassed right now even though this hot boy has no clue what is happening under the counter. This is a good teaching moment. My slave needs to understand that it's a slave no matter where it is. It knows I am allowing Sammy to use it in public and it has no choice but to do as Sammy orders because I allowed it. When the hot boy gets to the counter, all sucking sounds stop completely. I have to hand it to Sammy, he acts as if nothing a missed. He flirts with the boy and the boy pays and smiles. I bet most of Sammy's customers love the attention which is why the little store stays open. I open the door for the boy and he gropes me as he leaves. I say "Good boy!" He replies "Thank you, Sir!" "Boy, what is your name." "Charlie, Sir." "You live close by?" "Yes Sir, just down the road, Sir" "Boy, you look great. Do you run or work out?" "Sir, I am on the varsity swim team for my school. I am graduating this year." "Congratulations, boy!" "Thank you, Sir!" I can see a mound forming in his shorts. "Oh, that must be why you're in great shape. My son has new boyfriends on the swim team. You might know them, Jimmy and Billy." I see the strange look on the boy's face as I say, boyfriends. "Oh yeah, Sir, I know them well. They are great swimmers, Sir." "You want to hear a secret?" "Sure, Sir." "Well, my son Alex has claimed both Jimmy and Billy as his!" "OH! WOW SIR!" "Well, like me, my son is a little dominating and wanted to own both them." "Own, Sir?" I look down at the boy who is hard in his shorts. I lean over and whisper, "Boy, Jimmy and Billy are my son Alex's submissives." "WOW, SIR! That is so hot!" We are interrupted by a 20-something guy waiting to get in the store. So, the boy has to run off. I smile seeing another sub that should be enslaved. If my plan works, I might see him on a leash someday. I open the door for the 20-something right as I hear Sammy moaning and see a big smile on Sammy's face. The 20-something guy looks at Sammy strangely but continues shopping. I nod my head, signaling Sammy to let my slave go. My slave crawls out from under the counter, grabs the water, and looks down humiliated as it walks toward me. The 20-something guy smiles at my slave, now knowing why Sammy was moaning earlier. It now runs towards me with a deep shade of red on its face and down its chest. I turn around and start running. My slave has to run faster to catch up with me. I glance back and see his hard dick bouncing in his tight spandex shorts. We run for another 5 miles home. When we get back his dick seems to go down some but it is still clearly visible. I stretch again and it follows suit. My neighbor across the street is outside working in his yard. He stops and watches us with his mouth open. I am not surprised since I get that reaction all the time. I look over at my slave and he too sees the neighbor watching us. I bet they were friends. The neighbor realizes he is staring and then goes back to his yard work. When I am done with my stretches, I walk into my house. My slave follows. I laugh seeing a wet spot on his shorts but ignore it. It quickly strips naked. I smile at it and it smiles back. It has a look of pride on his face for pleasing me. I walk into the dining room, seeing the table is set and my boys are sitting there waiting for me. Their slaves are kneeling at their side. "Good, you are here." "Yes Sir, Dad we are starving." They know that we eat as a family. I sit down at the head of the table and my slave kneels at my side. I unconsciously rub its head. The food all smells great. Once my sons and I are served, I say, "OK boys, let's eat." They dig into their food like teens love to do. "Jason, today I plan on taking you and your pup to the leather store downtown. I think your pup should look more like a puppy. What do you think?" "Yes Dad, I agree. I was thinking my pup needs a puppyhood, butt plug tail, and paw cuffs. While I am chatting, slave adam brings out 5 bowls of food and water for my slaves. It places the bowls in front of each slave. For the last bowl, it places it next to me while it kneels at my side in front of the bowl. They wait for me to signal them to eat. I notice Jimmy is leading his brother in the protocol for being a proper slave at feeding time. He looks at his former father's for indication to feed. I continue to rub my slaves' heads, keeping them both from feeding. Knowing I control all of them is such a rush. Finally, I pat their heads and let go of them. Like last night they all start eating with just their mouths and hands behind their backs. "Excellent Son. Did you have fun last night with your slave pup? "Dad, we had some quality time together. I stayed all night with my pup in the dog house." Surprised but glad my son got closer to his pup. "I am glad you were able to get closer to your pet, son" "Yes Dad, it's very special to me" I can see my son is getting attached to his pet. "Adam, how about you?" "Dad, I had an amazing time with my slaves yesterday. They really like pain and I love giving it to them. I fucked them both before going to bed. They both woke me up by sucking me and licking my balls. Fuck Dad!, It's nice to wake up like that!" "Yeah, I know son, my slave here", patting slave david's head, "woke me up the same way." "Dad, I ordered my slave to wake me up the same way every day." "Me too, son. It is a very relaxing way to wake up. Did you use their holes to relieve your morning piss?" "Yeah in the shower. I also marked it with my piss to remind it I am its Master!" "Excellent Son! I will need Jason and your help this evening. We can lock up the slaves in the `Slave Quarters' next door for the night." "OK, Dad." "Slave Adam, while it is out grocery shopping pick up three locks. Install them on the doors of my slave's cell doors, former bedrooms. Also, nail the windows closed for now. Later, I will have the windows replaced with glass blocks and change the wood doors to steel doors. Slave david has already set up the slave cells with just mattresses and desks. I want the younger slaves to be in one cell and the older slaves to be in a separate cell. It will leave the third cell for another slave that I may acquire in the future. Also, slave adam, it is allowed to use one of my bikes that used to be owned by my slaves. Does one of the bikes have a basket attached?" Slave adam looks up from its bowl of food and says, "Yes Master. It used to use the bike to get groceries when your slaves had to sell the second car to pay the bills. For the last month, this slave used it to get groceries." "Excellent, it will use that bike as its only form of transportation. I will allow it to be used unless one of its Masters takes it somewhere. The exercise will keep my property strong and healthy. That goes for all my slaves. The only form of personal transportation my slaves are allowed to use is one of my bikes or run. My sons and I have keys to all the motor vehicles. I canceled all sharing rides accounts and credit cards. In addition, before my slaves can use any of the bikes it will need their designated Master's permission. Slave adam, locks up the other bikes before going to the grocery store. Is there a safe in the Slave Quarters?" "Yes, Master. It is a combination lock." "Good, put the keys to the bikes in it. I will give slave adam and my sons a new code for the safe. All slaves must get their Master's permission and then slave adam will hand out the keys. Slave adam, always verify that the slave has permission to ride the bike. Do I make myself clear, SLAVES!" All five slaves yell out at the same time, "YES MASTER". "Good, now Jason go clean up and prepare your pup slave for public viewing and meet me in the garage. We are going to the leather shop now." "Yes Dad, Thank you, Dad!" Jason grabs the leash of his pup and pulls him to his room. "Alex, what are your plans for the rest of the morning and afternoon?" "I'm thinking of taking my slaves to the public nude beach." "That sounds good. Have fun, make sure you put on sunscreen, and your slaves are protected too" "No problem Dad, I plan on having my slaves lather me up and they lather up each other." "Good. Now slave david, follow me to the garage." I go to the garage, grabbing the keys to our SUV. I open the liftgate. Then I find the old dog cage we use to transport our old dog, Skippy. "Slave, grab this cage and put it in the back of the SUV." I watch my slave struggle to get the cage but it finally got it in OK. I think it should be big enough for both of my slaves. But it wouldn't be big enough for all my slaves. We have a second SUV now. I think I have to buy more cages, two for each SUV. We will have to stop by the pet store while we are out. Jason walks out to the garage with his slave carrying a pair of spandex shorts and a shirt. "Good, you're here. I set up the old dog cage in the SUV." Jason opens the cage door. Jason says, "OK pup put the clothes in the cage and jump in. My pup can get dressed when we arrive at the store." I watch as the pup jumps in the cage. It looks just big enough for another slave to squeeze tightly in. I look down at slave david, "Slave jump in with the pup." I laugh as they try to squeeze in. As I close the door, they have to squeeze even tighter to get the door to close but it won't. I yell out, "Get closer, slaves", pushing hard on the cage's door to close it. They face each other and hold each other tightly with their arms and legs around each other. Their heads are on each other's shoulders and their dicks are pressing against each other. I wonder if they will get hard in each other's arms. I laugh, "A father and son never looked so close. Oh I forgot, the pup is my son and slave now." mocking slave david for allowing me to adopt his son. Slave david needs to be reminded every so often that I own his family. I then close the liftgate. Next, I hop in the driver's seat and Jason hops in the passenger seat next to me. As we ride to the leather store, Jason says, "Dad, I have something to tell you." He sounds serious. "What is it, son?" "Well, it's about Alex's slaves and my pup. It's bad Dad." At first, I thought they did something bad and was ready to punish them. "It's about their grandfather. Dad, their grandfather abused our slaves." I can see his eyes water up. "What do you mean?" "Dad, last night my pup told me the asshole beat them and withheld food for days. Dad, I think the asshole raped Alex's slaves." "FUCK", I scream. That asshole will pay for abusing my property. My plans need to change. That asshole will need to be controlled even more than my slaves are. I will use this new info to make sure the asshole agrees to be my slave forever! We arrive downtown but we cannot get my slaves out of the cage in the parking lot of the store. They would be naked in public and someone might see them. Then I remember I have a building downtown with a private parking garage. It's a holiday break and everyone is home for the holiday. There is one parking space designed to be unsecured from cameras. I sometimes get foreign business partners who don't want any video taken of them. So, I set up the space just for them without cameras. I drive to my private underground parking lot and park in the unsecured space. I get out and open the lift. Jason asks, "Dad, they're naked, we can't get them out here!" "Son, yes we can. There are no cameras here and everyone is home for the holiday. The leather store is only a few blocks down the road. They will get dressed before we leave the parking garage." "OK, cool Dad. It is kind of hot having our slaves out naked in public." "Yeah, son someday it will be legal to walk around with slaves naked on a leash. But right now most of downtown is deserted. So, when we get out of the parking lot and away from my building, you can leash your slave. The couple blocks on a leash in public will do the slaves good even though they are not in their natural state." "Nature State?" "Yeah son the 'Natural State' of a slave is being naked" "Oh Yeah, that makes sense. Like a puppy doesn't wear clothes. So my pup's natural state is being naked" "Exactly! Son, that's why they can't wear clothes on our property unless we want them to. One of my plans is to extend that idea to our whole community. Now let's get these slaves out and dressed for now." Jason opens up the cage door and orders, "OUT NOW!" I smile seeing my son being dominant with the slaves. It's what they want and need. The slaves slowly untangle themselves from each other and climb down, then kneel at our feet with their heads bowed and hands behind their backs. Jason grabs the clothes and throws them at their feet. When slave david followed me to the garage it grabbed the spandex shorts from the front door. However, it forgot about the shoes and it didn't have a shirt. So, it is just going to have to go barefoot and shirtless. When the slaves are clothed, well if you call it clothes. They look almost naked in their skin-tight spandex shorts. Jason then sees that my slave is shirtless with no shoes. So he says, "Leave the shirt and shoes, pup." The pup smiles at its Master and throws the shirt and shoes in the cage. I close the cage door and press the button to lower the liftgate. I wrap an arm around my son's shoulder. "Come on, let's get your pup looking like a proper puppy." Our slaves follow behind us. They must look like perverts following a hot father and son. So the cameras in my building and all other buildings just see two fag perverts following us. We don't even look back at them. We are just mining our own business. Yet, they are perfectly legal in what they are wearing. I turn us to an alley and once we are clear of all cameras, I say, "OK son, you can leash your pup." "Cool Dad, I have always wanted to do this." Jason then turns around and pulls out a leash from his pocket. He clips it to his pup's collar, turns around, and starts walking. "Shit, Dad! This is so HOT! I wish it was naked too." "Jason, why not order it to remove its shorts?" "Here in public? Out in the open?" "Yeah son, I will do the same. It's not like anyone can see us. Plus, our slaves need to get used to being naked in public. It wouldn't be that long. Besides the back door of the shop is just two blocks down the alley. We need to cross two more allies and we'll be at the shop's back door." Jason turns around and orders, "Pup strip!" I see the pup is nervous but does as ordered. I smile, it can't help itself. It is in its blood to obey Alpha men, even in public. I too say, "Slave strip!" Both pup and slave strip right here in the public alley. They hand us their spandex shorts and we stuff them in our pockets. Jason turns around and pulls his now naked pup down the alley. My slave naturally follows me naked as well. I glance back and see they are both sporting hard ons. Good, they like being naked in public. We reach the shop's door and I press a doorbell. We wait for a little bit. Jason turns to his pup, "On all fours." It falls to the ground quickly, getting on all fours. "Son, I am impressed with how much you control your pup even out here in public. Remember it is always your pup and slave whether in private or public." "Thanks, Dad!" Jason is all smiles now, proud of being a dominant Master of a pup slave. I order, "Slave, kneel!" My slave kneels beside me. About 5 minutes later the door opens to my good friend, Ralph. "Frank Sir, it is good to see you. Come in, come in!" We hug and kiss each other. It is a common greeting in the gay world to lightly kiss friends. This is especially true in the gay kinky world. "So, this must be Jason you talk so much about. You know Jason, your Dad is very proud of you and your brother. And, what do we have here?" Ralph gets down to eye level looking at my son's beautiful pup. He pats the pup on its head and then ruffles its hair. Ralph looks up at my son. Sir, that is one beautiful pup you have here. I see my son beam with pride as he smiles at Ralph. "What's its name?" "Sparky!" "Good name for a pup." Then Ralph looks over at my slave david and stands up and looks me in the eyes, "Frank Sir, you didn't?" "Yes, Ralph I did!" "Holly shit, they look like father and son." "That's because they are!" "Did you get them all?" "Yes, except the last one which will be rectified tonight!" "That is fucking amazing. You really did it. You enslaved an entire family!" "Yeah, Ralph, it's something else. You can't believe how happy I am. You know how long I have waited!" "Yeah, I know! I am so jealous of your slaves. You know I always wanted to be your slave." "Yeah, I know Ralph but you know what I want." "Yeah, you want it to be real slavery. I have to give up my store and my entire life to you! Everything I own would be yours, not just my body and mind. You want complete commitment for the rest of my life. Right now I am not sure I can do that. Sorry, Sir." I pat Ralph on the back. "That is alright. If you ever change your mind you know where I live. It would be interesting to own a leather shop. You would make a good shopkeeper's slave. Speaking about owning a slave's property, I now own my slave's house. I am making it in my 'Slave Quarters'. I can even build more cell rooms in the house to house more slaves if you ever change your mind." "You did it! You took ownership of your slave's house?" "Not only that but everything they once owned is now mine. Their car, bank accounts, and all social media accounts are now under my control. I have even put tracking collars around each of my slave's necks. I can track them down anywhere in the world! There's an e-sim chip embedded in the collars. They can't ever escape." "Holly Shit! You really do own them. They are really your slaves." I look down to see Ralph has a huge hard-on just like my slaves do. I know he has always wanted to be my slave but couldn't commit to my terms. I own slaves. I don't play around like some. They are my property just like the house I took from them. "Well, when you change your mind be at my house naked and kneeling with your store's deed in hand. Then I will know you are ready to commit to complete and total ownership of your body and everything that means so much to you." "Well if or when that is, I will be there. In the meantime, what can I do for you, Sir!" `If or when?' Ralph will be at my doorstep someday. Now that he sees I'm not playing around and capable of owning a slave for real, he will need to know what it is like to be truly owned property. Plus, once my plan for my community takes off this little shop will take off too. Yes, owning this shop would be a great investment. I smile at him and say "We want to make the pup look the same on the outside as it does on the inside." "Sir, now I can do that. Come this way. Let me show you the puppyhood first." We follow Ralph to the hoods. Fuck Ralph would look good in a puppyhood too. Jason has his pup try on several hoods until he finds one he likes. Ralph then shows Jason the butt plug tails. Jason says, "I Iike the ones that whip around versus the furry ones. So, I want the rubber tail. The more my pup wags its tail the happier I can tell it is. Don't you think my puppy and you would look good in the rubber tail? " "Ah yes, Sir, your puppy and I would look good in the tail Master picked out. Is there anything else I can show you, Master?" "Yes, boy but first lube up your hole and show me what the butt tail looks like on you." Ralph quickly finds some lube, strips and pushes the tail in its hole. "Good boy, walk on all fours. Show me how the tail works. Waggle that beautiful big ass for your Master." Shit Ralph does what my son orders him like my son is already his Master. "Now do the same to my pup's hole. Put another butt tail in its hole too!" Ralph lubes up my son's pup's hole soon both pups have puppy tails as they should. I have to laugh my son is a natural Dominant. He just got Ralph to call him Master several times and to put a butt plug in his hole. "Now boy show me some puppy paws." "Woof, This way Master!" Fuck Ralph might be at my doorstep sooner than I expected. Especially the way my son is training him. "Master, this is rubber paws matching the butt plug tail and the rubber hood." I see where my son's interest lies. He is into rubber. "Boy, I like those too. Put them on boy and put some on my other pup." I smile, my son is now referring to Ralph as one of his pups. "Woof! Yes, Master!" I watch as Ralph puts on four rubber paws onto my son's pup and then does the same thing to himself. "Boy, now show me what else my pup has for rubber." Ralph now crawls to a rack of rubber catsuits. "Fuck boy, that would look good on both my pups. Boys, put on the rubber suits. Show me what two hot full rubber puppies look like." Both puppies remove the butt plug tails and paws then put on the rubber catsuit then put everything back on. The catsuit has a zipper in the back like a wet suit. Yet, there is no strap to pull to get the suit on. So, the pups helped each other to put on each other's suits. Jason grabs a rubber collar and attaches it to pup Ralph's neck. He then grabs three locks, one for the rubber collar and two for the rubber suits. Finally, he grabs two leashes and clips them to each collar. Jason walks his pups around the store. "Dad, what do you think? May I keep my new puppy?" "That all depends on if pup Ralph wishes to be Owned by me and for you to be its new Master. Ralph, has my son changed your mind? Do you wish to give up your freedom to be my son's pup slave? It knows what I want in exchange for my Ownership. Speak in its human voice." Ralph looks up at me with a big smile on his face and I can see how scared he is. I know he has always wanted to be my slave. Yet, fear of losing his lifelong work and his total freedom, has stopped him so far. Now that my son has claimed him as a lost puppy will Ralph finally take the leap? I know it is a big step but I also know he has been thinking about it for years. I wait and he looks at me then my son and back to me. He stares into my eyes for a long time. I give it time to think. I know he will be mine, if not today then someday. I smile as his head starts to shake up and down. "Ralph I need to hear you say it. Tell me you wish to be my slave for the rest of your life. That, in exchange for my Ownership, you give up your freedom and everything you own to me. Say it now. Tell me what you truly want!" I look down at it in its puppy gear and smile. "Yes Master Frank, I want you to Own me in exchange I give up my freedom and everything I own to you and your son". "Good slave pup. It has made me very happy. I have wanted to own you for a very long time. And you have wanted me to own you for just as long. It took my son to make you his pup to make it happen. So son, thank you. Yes, you can keep your new pet. Also, as another thank you, I'm giving you this shop when you turn 18. After school and for summer break, you work here in the shop for two years. Ralph will teach you everything you need to know in order to own the shop." I look down at our new pup, "Slave pup Ralph, my son is now your Master and you'll teach him everything he needs to know to run and own this shop. Tomorrow morning, you'll come to my house with the deed to this shop. Strip naked on my front porch and wait for me. I will have a "Slavery Contract" printed for you to sign. In addition, you will sign a "Power of Attorney" and "Advance Directive". Legally you will be my responsibility and I will be able to speak for you financially and medically. Tomorrow, bring all bank passwords and financial statements of this business. The LLC of this business will be transferred to me. Do I make myself clear, slave?" Ralph says in a whisper with its head bowed, "Yes, Master Frank." "I can't hear you, slave?" Ralph yells out, "YES MASTER, YOUR SLAVE UNDERSTANDS!" "Good slave. I will have another collar shipped to me overnight. It should arrive at my house tomorrow morning. Also, slave, it sleeps upstairs correct?" Ralph now says in a normal voice, "Yes Master." "Good, then tonight after you close the shop. Remove all personal items from the apartment. My new slave will turn the apartment into my additional 'Slave Quarters'. Bring all entertainment devices, clothes, bedding, phones, and keys with you tomorrow. When you sign the 'Slavery Contract' tomorrow I will outline what your new life will be like." "Now son you may play with your new pet." Jason pulls on the leash of pup Ralph, leading him around the store and even out back in the alley. When Jason comes back in, I can see he's excited. My son pulls Ralph over to a new bench on display, lifts him up and then slams him on the bench face down. I hand Sparky a jar of lube as my son roughly yanks out the butt plug tail. Sparky lubes up his Master's cock. I look at Ralph's face as he looks helpless at what is about to happen. I see real fear showing on his face. So, I lean over to my son and say. "Son, be gentle at first. Prepare its hole for your cock." I could tell he was about to ruin his hole and might scare the poor thing from joining my stable of slaves. Jason nods and takes a breath. He then orders his pup to prepare the hole. With rubber hands, Sparkly lubes up his fingers and pushes them into my new pup's hole. Slowly Sparky pushes one, two, three, and then four fingers into the hole. But my son's cock is not as big as sparky fingers. So my son orders him to put his hand into the hole. Jason now says, "Good! Now slowly push in and out. OK, it is prepared. Pull out." As soon as Sparky removes his fist, Jason pushes his cock into the hole. Now Ralph is moaning even more! My son slowly moves in and out. Each time he goes deeper and deeper, moaning louder and louder. Just then a customer walks into the store. The new guy stops in his tracks as he sees my son fucking the owner of the store. Then he looks at Jason. "Holly Shit Jason is that you?" Jason replies as he continues to fuck his new pup, "OH Hi Rob, Yeah, it's me. What brings you here? Don't mind me, I am just testing out my new pup's hole." "Fuck that is so fucking hot! When Alex said I should stop by, I didn't expect this! Wait what! Your new pup?" Not understanding that the man Jason is fucking, is his new pup. "Yeah, I claimed it.", slapping Ralf's ass. "OH! You mean... You can do that? Like just claim someone as your pet?" "Sure as long as the boy agrees to submit to you willingly." "Alex said I should come here to check out all the kinky shit. But shit you are blowing my mind." "Yeah, Alex has a boy lined up for you too." Rob yells, "who is it?" "Nicky, he is on the swim team." "Yeah, I have seen him around. He is a hot skinny boy. I would fuck him." "Alex said something about going to your uncle's farm to celebrate your guy's birthday?" Jason slowly deep fucks his new pup as he casually chats up Alex's friend from the wrestling team. I see now the friend is rubbing his hard cock. It looks impressive. Might be 8 inches showing in his shorts. "Yeah, Alex is inviting you and Nickie to come with us. You get to know Nickie better. See if he is willing to submit to you. Who knows you might be able to own the bitch someday." "Own him?" "Yeah, that is when you take them as your submissive or slave. The boy becomes your property. It will do anything you tell it to do. Just like these two are my slave puppies." Jason pats Sparky on the head and slaps Ralph on the ass. "What! You mean you can tell them to do anything you want?" "Hell yeah. Sparky go take care of Alex's friend, Rob." I smile as I watch Sparky crawl over to Alex's friend, pull down his shorts and underwear, revealing a massive 8 inch uncut cock. Sparky licks his lips as the pup opens his mouth and puts just the head in its mouth. The pup licks under the foreskin and Rob moans loudly, "OH FUCK!" I move over to the door, lock it, and turn over the sign saying back in 2 hours. I don't want any more uninvited guests to see my son dominating his new older pup. I lean back on the door. My slave david crawls with me to the door. Seeing my son take control of the situation makes me horny! I'm really impressed with my son. Without even looking down, I lower my shorts enough to pull out my 10-inch cock. As soon as my cock is free, I feel lips on the head. I just let my slave work as I continue to watch my son masterfully take control of the whole scene. I am so proud of him. I have to laugh. Rob, the wrestler, has no clue who is sucking his cock with the rubber hood on Sparky. "Shit Jason this is one hot mouth. FUCK! This guy knows how to suck cock!" "Yeah Rob, my puppy is special that way. That pup has been practicing on his brothers for years." "No shit! I can tell. It's the best head I have ever had. Are his brothers tops?" My son laughs, "Hell no! They are Alex's slaves. They are just as submissive as their brother." "You mean Alex has slaves too? You guys are so lucky. I wish I had a slave." Jason grins, "If you play your cards right out at the farm, you could have Nicky as your slave." "Are you serious?" "Hell yeah. The boy is ripe for the picking. We already know he is a submissive. So, he is just waiting to be claimed. If not you then someone else. I say claim your slaves when you can. For example, the pup I am fucking, I claimed today. I saw the opportunity and took it. You need to do the same with Nicky. Just take charge. Don't force him. Just give him a few orders and see how he reacts. Like telling him to get you a drink or rub your feet. If he goes along then give him more orders. Trust me you will love having a slave at your beck and call! Plus, you have a hole to fuck anytime you like. You like my pup serving you, right?" "Hell Yeah! It's the best. Thanks for the advice!" "No problem, dude. Now let's rut these pups and dump our loads." With that, my son grabs his pup's hips and starts slamming his cock as hard as he can into the pup's hole. It's so good to see my son in his element with a follow Dom. I grab the head of my slave and fuck it as hard as my son. All three of us dump a load in the slave's holes at the same time. We all roar out in unison, echoing throughout the shop. My slave is milking every last drop of cum from my cock. Sparky does the same for Rob. My son bends over and whispers in Ralph's ear. Then he pulls out his hole and slaps Ralph's ass then orders, "CLEAN" Ralph quickly climbs off the fuck bench and kneels in front of his new Master. He opens his mouth and cleans Jason's cock. Once clean, Jason grabs his pup's head with both hands and holds his half-hard cock down its throat. Sparky is still nursing Rob's softening cock as Rob watches my son. Then his mouth falls open in disbelief as he watches the pup swallow what he assumes is piss. "Are you pissing in his mouth?" "Yeah man, it feels good after you shoot. You know how it is. I need to piss after I shoot. If you need to then just use my pup." "Really! I can do that?" "Sure it doesn't mine do you pup?" Sparky pulls the head out of his mouth, saying. "Woof! Woof!" The pup then looks up at Rob, using his human voice, "Please Sir relieve yourself in this pup's mouth." "OK if you are cool with it, why not." Sparky puts the head back in his mouth and closes it tightly. It takes a minute then I see Sparky's adams-apple move up and down, swallowing a full stream of piss without spilling any. After Rob pisses, sparky puts the cock away. My son, now more comfortable with cock on display, leaves it out. He walks over to the rack of collars and hands one to Rob. "Here on the house. When Nicky is ready, put this on him." "Cool man, what is it?", clearly confused. "Dude, it's a slave collar. You put it around your slave's neck to show the slave it belongs to you. When you put a lock on the collar then you are telling your slave and everyone else you own it. You keep the key so the slave can't remove it." "Sweet man, thanks! Where do I pay?" "As I said, it's on the house, my treat." "Way cool man. You and your brother are awesome." I see the look on Ralph's face as my son just gave away the collar without paying for it. Then the realization hits him. My son and I own that collar and have the right to give it away. Besides, it's coming out of my profit and I feel it is a wise investment. Once this Dom collars Nicky then other Doms from the wrestling team will want to buy more gear from the store. Jason replies, "No problem. Just don't say anything to anyone about my family owning slaves. We want to keep it low-key for now. However, that will change in the future. But for now, it's our secret, right? "No problem, man. Your secret is safe with me. I don't want to risk losing Nicky as my potential slave. This is way cool man. Hay, I need to get back home. See you soon at the farm. I have already talked to my parents about going to your uncle's farm and they are cool with it. Thank you again for the collar." Before letting Rob leave I whisper in his ear. "Boy, you will want to keep my son's secret or you might end up as his slave. Do we have an understanding?" He looks at me with wide eyes and fear. He swallows hard and whispers back. "Yes Sir! I understand," swallowing hard. "Good boy!" I then let him out the door. Just a little motivation will keep his mouth shut. We don't want this info out too soon or it could backfire and ruin all my plans. I turn to my son and Ralph, "Pup Ralph, what other gear should my son have for his pups?" Ralph replies, "Sir.... " I cut the pup off, "When in private pup slave will refer to my sons and me as Master. I'm to be referred to as Master Frank or Owner. My son Alex is to be referred to as Master Alex. My son Jason will be referred to as `Master' only since Jason is its primary Master." Ralph replies nervously, "Sorry, Master Frank. Thank you for correcting your slave. Master Frank, to answer your question, yes this slave would recommend knee pads for your pups to walk on all fours." "Show me, pup." Ralph crawls over to knee pads shaped as paws. They look like large boots with paws. Jason orders, "Pup, put them on Sparky." "Yes, Master!" "Sparky, get on your back and bend your legs." Sparky gets on his back and Ralph grabs a knee pad/boot. Sparky bends his knees so his thighs are touching his caffs. Then Ralph picks up the knee pad/boot and starts to push it over his bent knee. Pup Ralph struggles to pull the knee pad/boot down over Sparky's legs. When he gets the boot all the way down Sparky's leg, Ralph starts lacing up the knee pad/boot. Ralph put the knee pad/boot on Sparky's other leg. Ralph tells Sparky to roll over. Dam! Now Sparky can actually walk like a puppy. Sparky then walks over to his Master and sits like a puppy with its front paws between his hind legs. Sparky looks up at his Master with a smile. Shit, Sparky looks like a real puppy now. "OH MY GOD, DAD!. Sparky truly looks like a puppy now! Thank you so much, Dad!" "You're welcome son. Now your pup looks like what it feels like inside. I can see how happy it is. Just remember, don't leave its hind paws on for too long. You will have to work with your pup to see how long it can stay in its gear before losing circulation." "OK, will start slowly and work our way to its limits." "Good son. We do not want to damage our property. Now that your pup is properly geared up we need to get going. Pup Ralph, it is to be at its Owner and Master's house tomorrow at 8:00 am for the signing of its `Slavery Contract', legal documents, and its collaring. Have all documents and accounts with it when it arrives. Plan to spend the weekend with your Master and Owner out at my brother's farm. Therefore, my shop will be closed for the weekend. Oh and bring another set of pup gear just like what is on pup Sparky now. My son will want his pups to look alike." "Yes, Master Frank. Your slave will have everything ready for its Owner to take Ownership of this slave." "Good slave. As of tomorrow morning, it will no longer be a free sub. It will be my property to do with as I choose." "Master Frank, can your slave ask a question?" "Yes, slave." "Master Frank, would you ever sell this slave?" "Now that it is my property, I will have every right to sell it. However, right now I have no plans to sell my slaves. I do plan on giving my slave pup to my son when he turns 18. My slave will be my son's graduation present. My son will be old enough to sign the "Power Of Attorney" and "Advance Directive." documents. These documents hand over all of my slave's financial and medical decisions to me and then my son when he is 18. Think of it as my legal Ownership of my slave. Without financial or medical control of its life, it will be completely dependent on me and then my son. It will never have access to its own money. It cannot get medical care without its Owner. Therefore, it will become my property." "Master Frank, what happens if something happens to my Master or my Owner?" "Good question. If something happens to me then my sons would inherit my slaves. If something happens to my son Jason and myself then my son Alex would inherit my slaves. If something happens to both my sons and myself then slave pup Sparky and his brother slaves, Jimmy and Billy would inherit all my property including my slave pup Ralph, slave david and slave adam. Slave pup Ralph will forever be a slave until it passes." "Thank you Master Frank for providing new Owners of it in case the worst happens. However, it hopes the worst never happens and lives its life as Master Frank and Master's slave pup." I laugh, "Yes, hope for the best slave. A long time from now it will pass as my son's slave pup. Let's hope it lives a long life in order to serve my son well. Now son we need to go. I will get the SUV and bring it out front. Your pup is dressed so it can leave through the front door." I throw spandex shorts to my slave david. "DRESS!" I leave and come back with the SUV. Jason is still looking around the store as his pups walk behind him. "OK son, let's get your pup Sparky and my slave in the SUV." "Dad, can I have Sparky sit with me in the back seat? "Yes, no problem, son. It is your pet and you have it wherever you like. From now on you do not have to ask me those types of questions. Even though I am technically its Owner, you are its Master. So you can do what you like with your pet as long you don't damage it. After all, I paid a lot for it." When we walk outside I push the liftgate button. Jason looks at me "What do you mean? I thought the slaves were free?" I open the cage and order, "Slave get in." My slave david jumps into the cage and I close the liftgate. Jason and I walk around the SUV. We get in and I see from the rearview mirror that Sparky is resting its head on its Master's lap. I laugh, "No son, I paid off the house which is now the `Slave Quarters'. Plus, I need to spend even more money to make the "Slave Quarters" secure to house our slaves. In addition, I'm putting the younger slaves through college. So, no son they are not free. They are an investment for making our lives pleasurable into our old age." "Yeah, right I forgot. I think it is a good investment", as Jason pets his pup. Then Jason smiles, "But Dad isn't pup Ralph free?" I laugh, "Son that is a good observation. Yes, slave Ralph is free. In fact, my new slave is going to make me a profit with no upfront investment expense. You get to learn about running a business and being the Master of an experienced slave. Plus, if all goes as planned, this store will be very profitable." I start the car and head to the local pet shop. We need more cages for the SUVs. "Experienced. What do you mean, Dad?" "OH! Pup Ralph has a lot of experience in the kinky world. The pup has even Topped for years before it learned it was meant to be a slave. You could learn a lot from your new pup. Pup Ralph has experience in all kinds of kicky scenes and lots of skills in kinky play." I park the car and turn around to face my son, smiling. "Son, we are very lucky to have acquired pup Ralph." Jason asks, "More than Owning a new pup and a store?" "Yes, Son. The pup has more experience in the kinky world than I do." Jason looks shocked. I know my sons idolize me but I have not submitted as much as slave Ralph has. I laugh, "Son, Yes your dad doesn't know everything. Pup Ralph has both Dom/Topped and sub a lot over the years. So, your new pup has a lot more experience in many different types of kinky play than I have. Being that the pup has experienced on both sides, it has a lot of knowledge in many different kinky plays from both perspectives. You could say your pup is an investment in knowledge as well. You have your own private teacher of all things kink", I smile at my son. I have always wanted to own Ralph but his extensive knowledge is one of the reasons why I wanted him more recently. Jason played right into Ralph's kinky preferences. Ralph always had a thing for young guys, especially young dominant guys. Jason now gets excited, wanting to learn all he can about this new world he now lives in. "Dad, like what experiences?" "Well, your new pup Ralph knows: 1. Puppy play 2. How to cane properly 3. Has extensive knowledge of Shibari which is Japanese Rope Bondage. Including suspension. 4. Predicament bondage, where there is no good position the slave can stay in for long. 5. Electrical play 6. Fisting 7. Temporary piercing. 8. Whipping 9. Fire play 10. Cupping 11. Knife play 12. Tattooing 13. Branding 14. Water sports " "Holly Shit! Dad. I want to at least try most of them. It might be cool to brand my pups." "Son, the pup in your lap will someday be freed 10 years after it finishes college. So, you cannot brand it. However, pup Ralph will end up yours for the rest of your life. So, when I give it to you for your graduation present, you can do what you like with it." "Shit! You mean I could actually brand it?" "Yes son, if you like. When we transfer ownership to you, we can add branding to your "Slavery Contract". But like I did with my slaves david and adam we will put in the "Slavery Contract" that it can be changed without the slave's approval. So in effect, you can do whatever you like to it except terminate it. The government might not take too kindly to that. But anything else is fair game. Trust me, pup Ralph knows what it is signing up for. I explained my terms for ownership many times to the pup. The pup knows I want to truly own it where it cannot escape ever! Just like slaves david and adam are. It knows it will become actual property. I will not see it as human after it signs the contract. It asked if I would sell it I and told it I wouldn't. However, son you could if you like when I give it to you." "Holly Shit! I did not realize I'm going to have that much power over my new pup." Now I see my son getting hard in his shorts again. "We better stop talking about this or your pup might need to give you some relief.", I laugh. My son looks down and smiles. "Yeah, I kind of like the idea of really owning a slave pup for life. It is so hot Dad." "I know son. It makes me hot too. I guess we are the same in that regard. Now let's get three more cages. Your pup can stay in the car. I will crack the windows a little." We hop out and walk into the pet store. Jason gets distracted by the dog toys. "Pick up what you like for your puppy and meet me by the cages." "OK Dad, Thanks." When Jason meets me at the cages, he has a cart full of puppy toys. * Squeaky rubber chew toys * Rubber bones * Tug a war with a rubber ball on one end. * Rubber Frisbee * Small balls to play fetch with * Soccer ball for dogs * KONG rubber cone-shaped treat dispenser. * Laser beam pin Jason is all smiles, "Dad! Look what I found. We threw away all the dog toys from Skippy. So I need some more for my new pups." I laugh, "Yes son, you do. Your pups will love those." "Yeah, I am going to have so much fun playing with my pups!" My son has such a good heart for his puppies. He is going to be a good Master for his pets. "OK! Help me put three of these boxed-up cages on the cart. We pay for the cages and put them in the hatch next to the cage my slave is in. Jason hops in the back with his pup. As we drive home he shows all the toys he got for Sparky to play with. "Woof! Woof!" Yeah, Sparky is a happy pup. I back the SUV into the garage and open the liftgate, letting my slave out. "Slave, get these cages out and put them together. Then put one with the other cage and the other two in the SUV in the `Slave Quarter's' garage". "Yes, Master!" I turn into the house knowing my orders will be followed. Such an obedient slave. It is good that I acquired a second seven-passenger SUV when I took ownership of my slaves. We will need it with 3 Masters and now 6 slaves. I relax in my recliner, as slave adam walks in with bags of groceries. There is a little time before my date with my slave david. I yell out, "Slave come!" Slave adam leaves the groceries on the counter, rushes to me, and then kneels between my legs. In a dominating voice, "SUCK!" It quickly opens my shorts and pulls out my already hard cock. It starts sucking, deep-throating me with no effort at all. I relax back in the recliner enjoying being serviced. All the talk with Jason about owning slaves got me horny. "Don't make me cum. Just keep me on the edge. I will use my other slave later after our date." It sucks me harder hearing about my date with its former husband. Fuck this slave is just as twisted as I am. It wasn't even bred as a slave. Well, I guess there are some subs that are naturally so twisted they get off on being used and degraded. This one is for sure. It enjoys doing all the housework and being my sex toy. Even gets off on dating its former husband and soon to be my slave husband. I slap the back of its head and grab my toy's head with both hands, pulling it up and down slowly. "Slow down, slave. I will be nutting my other slave later to celebrate our first date." It slows down. Fuck! Sometimes you need to slap them around to get them to understand. I lean back again and relax. This is nice. I ride the edge of orgasm as the head of my cock tingles. Yes, that feels good! Sometimes, you just need a nice slow steady blowjob to relax. It has been an eventful day. It's a good thing I have Ralph's `Slavery Contract" and other legal documents already made up. I knew someday Ralph would give in and become mine. In fact, Ralph's contract was completed before enslaving slaves david and adam. Slaves david and adam's contracts were based on Ralph's. When I enslave the father of slave david, I will own 7 slaves! It is so satisfying to take possession of a slave, let alone 6 of them. Today was a long time coming and was one of the most satisfying. My son played the role I wanted him to play and it worked out perfectly. I knew Ralph couldn't resist my young son's dominance over him. Fuck I didn't even have to tell him my plan. He just took the opportunity and ran with it. Just like his old man. Then to have Rob come in and introduce him to the idea of owning slaves was so hot. I wonder what Nicky's father is like. I wonder if the father is just as submissive as his son. As I imagine enslaving Nicky's father, a tongue is licking my balls. I smile my other slave david has joined his ex in serving me. I rub the head of slave adam as he continues to suck me. Two warm mouths on me is so dam hot! I hear Jason out back playing with his pup and his new toys. Then I hear the door open and Alex walks in with his two slaves. I look over "Oh Hi, Alex! Did you have fun at the nude beach?" "Hell yeah. It was great. I even found a place on the big rocks out of sight where my slaves could suck me off. Kinda like what your slaves are doing now. It is hot to have two mouths on you at once, right Dad?" "Yeah son, it feels so good. Nothing better", as I close my eyes and relax again. Then I feel two mouths one on each nipple. I moan. Fuck that feels even better. "Dad, I thought you might like a couple more mouths." I moan, "Fuck yeah, it does Son. Thanks!" "No problem, enjoy my slaves while I check out what Jason is done with his pup!" I close my eyes again loving the four mouths working on my body. Now, this is service! Yeah, having seven slaves will be great. I wonder what it would be like to have seven slaves work your body. That would be fucking awesome! For about 30 minutes, I let my slaves service me when Alex comes running back in and yells excitedly. "Dad you enslaved another guy! Holly shit Dad!" Fuck I was just relaxing. Sometimes teenagers have too much energy. "Yeah with the help of Jason. Pup Ralphs has been on the fence about wanting to be my full-time slave for years. He just needed a little push over the edge. That's all" "THAT'S ALL! Dad, do you realize you just enslaved 6 guys in less than 72 hours? That must be some kind of fucking record, right?" I laugh to myself well there is one more to enslave. "Yeah son, you're probably right! But should we limit ourselves when opportunities arise? We have a whole house next door to build more cells to house slaves." I think, maybe I could enslave some of the city council or school board. I wouldn't need to trade favors to get them to vote for my proposal. I could just order them to vote how I want. That would be something. It would make it easier to create a slave-friendly community. "Dad you met Rob. Won't he make a great Master for Nicky?" "Yes son, I think he will!" "Dad, he is the captain of the wrestling team. I could influence the whole team into enslaving the swim team!" "Yeah son, that sounds great. Just a second." Fuck I can't hold back anymore. I roar out as I dump a huge load into my slave's mouth. Shit four mouths are just too much! Alex comes over and kisses me on the mouth. I am taken aback by the boldness of my son! He gives me a full tongue too. I can't help myself. So, I kiss him back. Shit, he is a dam good kisser. We dance for dominance which is so hot. Subs don't fight you when you kiss. That is why kissing another Dom is so hot! Don't get me wrong it is hot dominating a slave's mouth when you're dominating them. But there is something special about kissing an equal. I love my son even more now! To be Continued! Please consider donating to Nifty.org. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2024 19:22:43 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 8 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, it includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. This new chapter shows how deeply the slave's Sparky (aka Mikey), slave Jimmy, and slave Billy desire to be enslaved and to serve their Master. The chapter is written from the point of view of both slave Sparky and slave Billy, one after the other. So, we are jumping back in time to re-live the slaves' first day as slaves but in the POV of slave Sparky and slave Billy. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. The age of some characters is 16 and 17 so they are young adults. In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to being enslaved for consensual slavery and BDSM scenes. So the slaves are also genetically different since they are the product of a breeding program designed to create 100% submissives or 100% dominants (See MSDS Society as references). The Society that bred our slave David has knowledge of a submissive and dominant gene. They used that knowledge to breed more submissives and dominants. For our slaves David, Billy, Jimmy, and Mike (Sparky) they are 100% submissives. This breeding made them so submissive that they want, no need to be enslaved. It is a deep desire that they cannot control. This slave understands this could seem extreme for some. If this story offends you please move on. Thank you. Characters: * Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of 5 slaves and designated Master of slave David and Slave Adam. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door. + Slave David Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, formerly married to Adam and former Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features sand out. + Slave Adam Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. * Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of slave Jimmy and slave Billy. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Billy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Now adopted by Master Frank. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. + Slave Jimmy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair, green eyes, slim, and smooth. A swimmer's body. * Jason Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Designated Master of Sparky. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Sparky / Mikey Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. A face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. * Jeff Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of pup slave Sperky, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy. Age 58, 160#, 5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5 inch dick, brown hair with gray highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor. Successful general contractor with experience in both residential and commercial construction. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org POV pup slave Sparky Master and I spent the afternoon training me to be his obedient puppy. Master is teaching me how to roll over, fetch, run like a puppy, and woof. I learned that two woofs mean "Yes Master". That woof woof is the most important thing after Master orders me to do something. I even learned how to piss and take a dump in the backyard. My father is also a slave to my Master's family and is ordered to clean up after me. My dad even licked my hole clean before running off to do what his Master orders him. While I was running back to my Master with a stick in my mouth, I feel a sharp stinging pain in my neck causing me to stop and grab at my collar and neck. It hurt so much and felt like it lasted forever. In the corner of my eye, I see my Master run over to the windows of Master's house. Master is talking to my Owner, Master Frank, but I cannot hear what they are saying. The only thing I can only think about is the pain in my neck. A couple of minutes later, I am back on all fours only to feel the horrible pain again, causing me to double over. When I recover Master is looking down at me. I am trying to understand what he is saying. Then it clicks. My collar is the cause of the pain. I was shocked by my collar. I start to whimper and get really scared when Master says he can punish me anywhere in the world. Master asks If I understand him. "Woof! Woof!" "Good boy. My boy will obey and please its Master at all times, Yes?" "Woof! Woof!" I know I need to obey and please my Master all the time. I never want to feel that pain again and start shaking with fear. Suddenly, I feel Master's strong arms around me. My shaking slowly stops as I feel safe in Master's arms. Master rubs my back and it feels so good. Then Master rubs my belly and I cannot help but roll on my back so Master can get better access. I start panting with my tongue. Master says, "Good boy. My boy likes its tummy rubbed, doesn't it?" "Woof Woof!" "Such a good boy. I love my new puppy!" Master loves me! I am so happy and howling as my Master rubs my tummy. I love my Master too! I think it's the best day of my life! My inner puppy has finally been allowed to be free. Master grabs me and holds me tight. We lay in the grass enjoying Master's touch. I love his strong arms roaming all over my body. I moan as his touch is so sensual. Master circles my nipples which only makes me moan more. Now my dick is growing the more Master hands roam over my body. Then I feel his legs incircle mine holding me even closer to him. I lay my head back onto Master's shoulder. Now Master notices my hard cock and starts stroking me. I moan even more now, lost in my Master's touch. He licks my ear causing me to shiver right down into my cock. Master starts whispering in my ear. "Boy, its body is so smooth and soft. I love how it feels. Does boy like its Master's attention?" "Woof Woof!" "Good boy!" The praise only fuels the love I am discovering for my Master. This is the dream life I have had for so many years. "Does my boy like being my puppy? "Woof Woof!" "I like my pup as well. It will be a loyal pup, won't it? "Woof Woof!" Oh God, Yes! I want to be his loyal puppy so bad. "Would my puppy like to be chained up to my dog house all night?" "Woof Woof!" I so want to be treated as a real puppy for my Master. "OK pup, I will talk to my Dad but I think he will approve. Now let's see what Dad is doing with his slave. Get up on all fours and follow me." Master attaches a leash to my collar and pulls me onto the deck. I see my Dad David is kneeling beside his Master who is also my Owner. So, when my Master lies on a lounge next to my Owner, I kneel at my Master's side too. I moan with pleasure when Master rubs my ear and my head. My mind gets cloudy, loving how Master touches me. I want to feel Master's rubbing me forever! I am so happy and peaceful right now, hoping it never ends! Master is talking to my Owner but I'm not really paying attention to what they are saying. The only thing that matters right now is my Master's touch. Master then stops rubbing me and I miss him. Then he grabs me and pulls me between his legs. Master grabs my head with his strong hands, making me look into his eyes. He says my new name is "Sparky". A warmth spreads through my body and I grin widely. I'm so happy now! I finally have my puppy's name! I know new puppies get named by their Master. It shows ownership of the puppy. So, I woof twice and wiggle my butt instinctively. I love my new name. Master orders, "Pup! Get on my bone!" YES! Master wants me to suck his bone! I crawl between Master's naked legs and admire his gorgeous cock. The way Master's cock pushes through the foreskin makes me want to lick it so much. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue. I taste precum. Yummy, it is so sweet! I take a lick, swallowing more precum. Then, I open my mouth wide and take the head in my mouth, using my tongue to work its way under the foreskin. I hear Master moan, knowing he loves how I'm using my tongue. This just makes me want Master's cock even more. I push the cock deeper into my mouth until the head is pressing at my throat. It is so big. I have to push hard for my throat to open up. After a couple of tries, the head finally opens up my throat. YES! I push hard to get more of his cock down it. DAM! It's really opening me up. I feel every inch as I keep pushing. I want to get all of it inside me. I need all of him in me. So, I keep pushing until my nose presses against his pubic hair. When I pull back, I smell his musk left on my nose. I moan loving his scent. It's just the way I imagine my man should smell. The musk reminds me I am not a man like my Master. I am his pup and I love it! I bob up and down on his cock then finally Master grabs my head and forces my throat deeper and faster than I was able to do. Now I have no choice but to let him use my throat to milk his cock dry. I hear sucking sounds next to me and assume my dad is serving his Master's cock too. It feels good to have my dad with me as my Master aggressively uses my throat as a fleshlight. Then Master pulls me hard down one last time and I feel pulses in my throat, knowing Master is dumping a load right down it. At the same time, both my Master and his father roar loudly, vibrating my throat. It is loud, raw, and intimidating. I feel the raw power radiating from them. There is no doubt in my mind that they are my Alphas! After shooting load after load down my throat, Master finally lets my head up so I can breathe! I'm so happy to have provided my Master with the pleasure he deeply deserves. Then I hear Master Alex comment on how much he likes seeing my slaves serve their Masters. Our Masters start chatting and this time I can understand what they are saying. Holy Shit! Master Alex scares me so much! I know my brothers are pain pig sluts and loved everything Master Alex did to them in the basement. Yet! It still scares me. I just hope Master Alex or Master Jason never whips me like my brothers were. He even used them as a punching bag. I start shaking, fearing Master Alex might want to do the same to me. Then my Master grabs me and holds me tight. "Is my pup scared? Don't worry pup. Your Master will never allow that to happen to my pup. It is a special puppy that Master loves and adores." This makes me feel so much better. My shaking stops and I relax in my Master's strong arms. His arms are like a tight blanket, protecting me from the world I now live in. I love how strong but gentle Master is while I'm in his arms. A smile spread across my face and look at my brothers. I see huge smiles on their faces too. I can see they are flying high in subspace with endorphins flowing. They look so happy! We are all happy. I am so glad Jimmy helped convince me to sign my "Slavery Contract". I also fall into my puppy subspace relaxing in my Master's arms. Then my Owner, Master's father, tells him to look over the clothes laid on the deck. This is the first time I realize my clothes are there. Yet, being in subspace, my mouth falls open with my tongue out as I want my Master as he walks around picking out clothes. Oh, fuck he has such a perfect body. Plus, the way he understands my puppy side, I just want to obey and be his loyal devoted puppy. I watch Master look around at all the clothes and I see all of my clothes there too. Some that I have had for a long time and it reminds me of my old life. Master grabs a few but not nearly as much as I think I would need to attend school. I worry when my Owner tells Master to start a fire later and the rest of my clothes will be burned! I love my clothes even though I know puppies don't wear clothes. Master Adam then tells Master he picked out clothes that show off his slaves, allowing the marks to be seen. So, my Master does the same. I get red thinking about wearing those older small shorts and spandex. Master Alex has my twin brothers dress for him and the clothes are very revealing. Nothing is hidden, not even their hard dicks. Fuck they look so hot! My other dad, slave Adam, comes out and informs my Masters that dinner is ready. Both my slave dads get busy setting up the outside table and starting to serve our Masters' food. Fuck it smells so good, makes my mouth water and now I feel so hungry! I always love slave Adam's cooking. So when my slave dad, David comes out with bowls of water and food. I dive in and eat as any puppy would. I even lick the bowl clean. It doesn't smell or taste as good as my Master's meal but I don't care. I got to eat like a puppy. I am so happy! After dinner, our Masters relax around a fire. Then my Owner tells my dads to throw away each article of clothing. I watch with horror as slowly our former life is being burned up in smoke. When it comes to my turn I start to panic! The clothes represent years and memories of my former life. I don't want just to burn them up! I start whimpering and whining, which causes my Master to rush over to me. I look up at him with shock and fear! Then the pain in my neck is back, surprisingly! I scream out as I fall over on my side again! When it is done I am so ashamed. Master asks me if puppies wear clothes. I know he's right. Why does a puppy need all those clothes? So I slowly crawl over to each one of my clothes. I pick them up with my mouth and pull them over to the fire. I fling my head to the side and let go. The clothes fly into the fire with flames shooting up. With each piece that burns up, my puppy side to grow and my human self slips away. By the time I am done, I have a smile on my face and crawl to my Master's side. Master rubs my head again and I grab hold of his leg. I love my Master's touch so much. I start to moan at being a happy proud puppy. When my other Masters goes to bed, Master pulls me to the dog house. He locked a chain to my collar. The other end of the chain is bolted to the dog house. Master orders me inside and then to my surprise he crawls in with me. He holds me tight in the small space. We hardly fit but it only makes us press closer together. The warmth of my Master makes me feel so good. I'm so thankful for Master's protection and love! Master whispers, "Pup, I know it was hard to see its former life burn up." "Woof Woof!" Yes, it was hard but in the end, a huge weight was lifted off my chest. "Pup can use its human voice now. I want to hear what my pup is thinking." "Woof Woof, oops sorry Master forgot. " "It is OK, Master understands. Now tell me, what my pup is feeling." "Master, your pup feels so safe in your arms. This pup has wanted this for so long. I was so scared that we would end up with my grandfather." I shake with fear at the thought of being with that evil man again. "Why is my pup so scared? What did that man do to my poor puppy?" "Master, my grandfather hated us. He would beat us every day and not feed us for a couple of days at a time. But our dads never knew what was happening. The worst was done to my brothers. He is a very bad man, Master. Thank you so much for saving us from him." Tears of what he did to my brothers and I fall down my face. I have never told anyone about this. In some ways, I feel relief from telling someone, especially my Master. Master holds me tight and tells me that he will always keep me safe. I am his special pup and nothing like that will ever happen again! If anyone ever touches my slave like that I will kill him. I feel Master is telling me the truth! It makes me feel so safe. I want to be his pup even more now! I will devote myself to him! We fall asleep in each other's arms. POV slave Billy After a mind-blowing fuck, Master Alex leads us to the basement. I am not sure what to expect. Master Frank mentioned a dungeon which got me excited. I know Jimmy is just as excited as I am to see a real dungeon. Yet, Master leads us to a very well-equipped home gym. There is everything you need to build the awesome body of my Master. Master walks behind us and grabs both Jimmy and my naked asses. "Boys, this is where I work out most of the time. You boys will work out here as well. My boys need a little more definition. You will still swim every day and stay on the swim team. I am both a wrestler and a kickboxer. Right now, I need a workout after the best fuck I have had in a long time." Master squeezes our asses to remind us of the amazing fuck we just had. I smile at remembering it was the best fuck of my life! "So boys I need to practice my kickboxing. What do my boys think about being my punching bags? Now boys this means I will be punching and kicking my boys. It will hurt but I will not damage my property. What do my boys think?" We both look at each other, smile, and say "Yes Master!" Jimmy continues saying, "We would love to be your punching bag. My brother and I love to give each other pain. It is so hot, Master. We have both paddled and whipped each other. We would like to feel what it's like to be helpless and punched, Master." I smile and nod as Master walks in front of us while Jimmy explains our experience with the paddling and small whip we use on each other. Well more on me but Jimmy likes it too. Master then asks us again if we are sure and wants to hear from each of us if we want to be his punching bag. Jimmy says first, "Yes Master, I want to be your punching bag." Then I say, "Yes Master, I want to be your punching bag." "Good boys, now help me lower the bag from the wench." I am so excited. I remember when Jimmy would paddle me and I felt so horny. Then the pain would change to an intense rush of pain mixed with pleasure. I want it to stop but at the same time keep going. As the pleasure increased, the desire to continue won out. The rush of intense pleasure made me feel like the high I get from swimming hard but better. It's better because it's mixed with being super horny too! I am already feeling horny as Master ties my wrists together then raises my hands above my head and loops them in a hook connected to a chain of the wench. Master strokes my now-hard dick before he turns his attention to my brother. "I see my boys are excited. Good, I like seeing my boys excited before I use them. Do my boys want this?" We both yell out at the same time "YES MASTER, PLEASE MASTER!" Master strokes both of our dicks while we stand there with our hands tied above our heads. Master then grabs a remote and presses a button. My wrists are pulled up higher and higher until I am on my tippy toes. I feel the heat of my brother's back on mine. As Master walks around us, I watch his every move. He pinches our tits causing me to moan and close my eyes to focus on the pain. I hear my brother moaning too. My eyes fly open as he smacks my defenseless balls. This makes my dick jump up and leak all over the floor. As he circles, he lands light punches to my chest and arms. I grunt and then moan out with each hit. Each hit to my body is like a surge of tense pleasure spreading throughout my body and then focusing on my dick. This only creates more precum to leak out onto the floor. Master adds kicks with the punches, now hitting more and more parts of my body. My mind starts to cloud up as the intensity increases. The punches get harder and harder. I feel some pain but the pleasure far overrides the pain. Master has slowly brought me to this point and I'm so happy right now! All I want is for my Master to continue hitting me! I feel so free! I am flying so high that no drug could ever compare to it. I love my Master and never want this feeling to stop. Tears run down my face as I finally give in completely to my Master's will and power. It isn't tears of pain but instead tears of joy and love! Master stops momentarily and I hear voices. Yet, can't understand what is being said. Then I feel Jimmy's head move back and forth and assume Master kicked Jimmy in the face. It wasn't a hard kick but enough to get his attention. I hear more voices again than whomever it was left. Master lowers us so our feet so they are flat on the ground then to my surprise Master hugs me tightly for a long time. Slowly the intense high fades to a constant and light high, causing me to stay in my happy place. I whisper, "Thank you, Master!" "My boy is welcome." Then rubs my naked back. I feel happy and safe in my Master's arms. Master lets go of me and then hugs Jimmy too. I feel relaxed and safe now. I have a much deeper connection to my Master. We are linked in a way that is hard to put into words. I think it's a form of love or devotion. To be able to take me to my place in mind and body where all I know is happiness, makes me want to serve him even more. When Master held me after our intense workout session, I felt safe and relaxed as my mind slowly came down from the intense high that Master gave me! I hear a motor running and then my arms are lowered enough so Master can unhook my restrained wrists from the hook. He holds me tight then lifts me up and sits me on a bench nearby. He hands me a water bottle. "Drink slave. How is my slave doing?" Still high for the endorphins, I whisper, "Good Master, thank you, Master". "OK! I am now going to get my other slave down. Is my slave OK to leave it for a minute?" "Yes Master, your slave is good." "If it needs me just call out." Master then walks over to Jimmy and unhooks him as well. He then carries him and sits him on the bench next to me. Master hands Jimmy a water bottle as well. Then grabs one for himself. I put my hands on my brother's knee and he places his hands on top of mine. We interlace each other's fingers and take quick knowing smiles at each. I know he feels the same thing as me. We then look up at our Master who is staring down at us with a big smile on his face too. All three of us now have a connection that wasn't there before. Master then unties our hands, leaving the rope on the floor. We both speak at the same time "Master we love you! Thank you so much, Master!" "You are welcome, my sweet lovely slave boys. Now crawl off the bench and kiss your Master's feet as you thank me properly." Master steps back several steps. Jimmy and I crawl off the bench to our Master then kiss his feet and look up at him, Again simultaneously, "Master, Thank you so much, Master. We love you, Master." Master gently grabs each of our chins and then kisses each of us. He then pulls us all together so all three of us can kiss together as one. Our tongues dance with each other as we make out as Master, slaves, and brothers. I love my Master and my brother. I will do anything for both of them but I belong to my Master. Jimmy knows this since he belongs to our Master just as much! The connection between the three of us is unbreakable in my mind! Even though Master is the same age as us, he is far superior and we know it! Right now I would do anything he wants without question. I trust him with my life! Master breaks the kissing and then clips a leash to our collars. He turns around and we have no choice but to follow him on our hands and knees. Well, I will follow him no matter where he leads me. We leave the gym and cross a hall to another door. When we enter the other room we are met with a full dungeon. I see cages, benches, crosses, doors to small rooms, and slings. All of which I have seen pictures of online but to see it all in person is so exciting! My dick starts growing again from its half-hard state. Master leads us to a cross, similar to the ones I saw online. Yet, this one has two crosses leaning against each other. So, if two slaves were on the cross, they could face each other. "Stand slaves!" Jimmy and I quickly stand barefoot on the cool concrete floor. Master places wrist and ankle restraints on our hands and feet. He then grabs my brother and pulls him to the opposite cross facing away from us. Master turns Jimmy so he is facing the other cross with his back exposed. Jimmy's wrists and ankles are cuffed and connected to hooks at each end of the cross beams. So Jimmy is now spread eagle on the cross, vulnerable to anything Master wishes to do to him. Master then hooks me up the same way. I am now looking right into the eyes of my twin brother. We smile at each other and see his dick is just as hard as mine. I think I am even more excited than I was before being used as a punching bag. At least I knew what to expect, sore of. But I have no idea what Master has plans for us now. I hear a whooshing sound and then a sting his my back. I scream out in surprise more than pain. Another whooshing then a sting to the other side of my back. It is getting hard to think again as I realize I am being whipped. The rush of pleasure from before starts flooding back into me. I start to moan as the stings increase in intensity and frequency. The stings start colliding with a crack like a lighting sound. My dick once again leaks precum on the floor below. I look into my brother's eyes, as each hit slashes my back. He sees the pain mixed with pleasure in my face and whispers. "I am here bro. You can do this. We can do this. We are together for our Master!" My brother's encouragement helps me take the pain and turn it into the pleasure that I need so much right now! Then I feel my Master rub the welts on my back, giving me a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I moan as I feel my Master's touch. I want my Master to touch me again. Master moves back and then starts his whipping again. I keep my eyes on my brother who continues to encourage me. Yes, we can do this. We are together to serve our Master. More deep-rooted connections are forming between my brother, me, and my Master. Master rubs my back and then walks around to my brother's side. Master starts whipping my brother. I watch the same reaction I just had on my face in his. I encourage my brother as he did me. He understands what I just experienced making the connection between all three of us even stronger! I see his dick dripping a flow of precum like mine is. Master rubs his back then I hear and watch my brother moan out as a shiver of pleasure rushes down his spine. I feel everything my brother is feeling all over again. Then Master switches back to whipping me. Master whips us, my brother, and then me for what felt like hours but most like only 30 minutes but I can't be certain. My mind is flying so high that time seems to slow down. Master then grabs me from behind and hugs me tightly as he did before. I am flying even higher than before so it takes me longer to get back down to earth. I hear him breathing in my ear and focus on his breathing. Coupled with the warmth of his body, it helps my mind come back to a semi-normal state. I am left in this constant happy state of bliss. I watch as Master does the same thing to my brother. I am so glad we found a Master who cares so much for us. I have read about aftercare but with Master, it is truly the first time I experienced it. My brother and my play was never this intense and I didn't know what to do for aftercare. We just cuddled and talked about what we did to each other. Yet, when Master brought me to the highest point of bliss, I can't even form words. My mind is consumed with the pain that translates into mind-blowing pleasure. As I said, no drug can compare, not that I did many drugs. Well, I experimented of course but you cannot control when you come down from the high. The drug just needs to run its course whether you like it or not. With this high, Master controls how long you stay high and brings you down when you need to come down. It is much safer than some street drug. Master unhooks us and brings us to a king-size bed. He holds us in each of his strong arms and we rest our faces on his massive chest. I see his nipple in my face and start to lick it. Jimmy sees me and does the same. I taste Master's sweat. It's musky smelling but tastes sweet. WOW! I love the taste of my Master. We proceed to lick all over our Master's body. He looks down at us with an approving smile. This encourages us to continue to lick his naked flesh. I feel his strong muscles on my tongue. I imagine him working out and using Jimmy and me as his punching bag every day! My hard dick rubs against his massive legs that could break me in half. Master must be a skilled fighter. I'm sure glad I am on his side, worshiping him as the muscle God he is. Jimmy and I lick every inch for our muscle God Master. He rubs our heads as we worship him. I love his touch, especially rubbing our heads so affectionately. Finally, he says, "I am hungry. Let's see how slave Adam is doing with dinner." Master pushes us off the bed onto the floor and gets up. He grabs the leash again and clips one to each of our collars. Without looking back he pulls us out of the dungeon and up the stairs. We are pulled out to the deck. Master stops at the doorway, watching my older brother and my dad David suck their Masters off. We witness their Masters unload an aggressive load into each of their throats. The roar that comes from both Masters gives me shivers. I can feel the raw power in the roar. It feels like uncontrolled primal masculine power! It makes my knees buckle and I fall to my knees beside my Master. Jimmy does the same thing. Master rubs our heads and whistles, "Now that is a sight. Two slaves, serving their Masters. Looks like you blew a nice load." We keep our heads bowed as our Masters chat. I am now finally lucid enough to understand what they are talking about. My brother was renamed! Holy shit! That is so hot! Mikey, I mean Sparky, has talked about his future Owner giving him a new pup name someday. Now he has his wish! Then Master Jason sees the whip marks on our backs. He is impressed which makes Jimmy and me beam with pride. We smile with satisfaction that we both took the whipping and that Master can show us off to his brother. Combined with the simi-high we still have from our whipping just makes the moment even more special. All the talk of our whipping makes my poor brother scared. I want to tell him it is alright. We are OK. Then I understand when his eyes meet mine. He is not scared for us but for himself. I want to go hug him but I don't think our Master would approve unless I asked and I don't want to interrupt our Master's conversation. So, I am happy when Master Frank, our Owner, says, "I think you are scaring the pup". Master Jason grabs my brother and pulls him into his arms. His Master holds him tight and whispers in his ear. I see my brother relax as his Master relieves his fears. I am happy his Master could calm him down. I know my brother is not into pain as my twin brother and I are. He only went along with Jimmy's paddling to please him. However, Jimmy is not a substitute for a real Master. Jimmy couldn't ease my brother's fears like his Master just did. We are a perfect fit for our Master's and our needs. Master then pulls us to our feet and he orders us to put on clothes that are two years old. Shit, I had to really shimmy the small shorts on. They look obscene! The shirt takes just as much effort to get on. I look over at Jimmy and he looks like a slut. Fuck! So do I. Master comments on how much he likes our look rubbing his hands ON each of our asses, admiring us. This causes my dick to get hard again. Master Jason comments that we look even hotter with clothes on. Master then notices my hard dick and grabs it through the shorts. It's clearly visible for all to see. Master then asks, "Bitches, it likes being showing off in those hot sexy clothes for me?" Jimmy and I both yell out simultaneously, "YES MASTER!" Master asks an even more embarrassing question, "Will it like being shown off to all my friends?" Both of our faces turn a deep shade of red as we answer our Master, knowing what he wants us to say. "YES MASTER! PLEASE SHOW US OFF, MASTER!" Then Master asks Jimmy about Nicky. OH SHIT! When Jimmy confessed he dominated his best friend, I remember Mikey, oops Sparky, telling me about being chained out back of Nicky's house all night. And that Jimmy ordered him to fuck Nicky. He said it was the hottest thing he had ever done. Well until now I suppose it is. Shit Master is going to get his friend to own Nicky too! I know Nicky would go for it. He told me so many times about how Jimmy fucked him and took control of him for the entire weekend. He wants to feel that again but is afraid that he might choose the wrong Master. Now, my Master is going to choose for him. I trust my Master to pick the right Master for Nicky. Another surprise is our Masters plan to make my swim team the slaves to the wrestling team. All the boys are my age or older. That is crazy. As Jimmy said, many on the swim team are submissives so I think some might actually sign up for the program. If it goes as planned, Jimmy and I could end up `coming out' in school as slaves to our Masters. I think we wouldn't have to hide what we are. That would be so great! Next, my slave dad Adam announces dinner is ready and the Masters decide to eat outside. After bringing out the food for our Masters, our slave dad David brings out 5 bowls of food. We are told to eat with only our mouths. I have to laugh seeing Sparky woof down his food just like a puppy would. Yet, when I put my face in the bowl it looks disgusting. It doesn't smell like the food our slave david Adam cooked for our Masters. It seems to be leftovers mixed with cans of dog food. Well, our slave dad says it was actually can stew. Still, it didn't look appetizing. I tentatively take a bite and notice it is cold too! Then my stomach growls and I suddenly feel hungry. So, I take more small bites and swallow. It is a mix of different flavors of foods that kind of tastes like tacos meat and beef stew. I keep eating because I am hungry and I don't want to make my Master upset or disappointed with me. After dinner, our Masters discusses going out to a farm to celebrate our Masters' birthday. Master wants to suspend Jimmy and me. That sounds god dam hot! I have seen rope bondage online and found it fascinating! I want to help to celebrate my Master's birthday, especially if I am suspended. Then Master talks about making us pull a plow. Holy shit! That sounds like hard manual labor! Master says he will whip us to make us work harder. I laugh to myself, thinking the whipping sounds like the best part. Our Masters move over to sit around a fire. We all kneel next to our respective Masters. Master Frank orders our slave dads to burn the rest of their clothes. I think fuck, I will need to burn my favorite clothes too. When it is my turn. I want to make my Master happy so I quickly burn all my nice clothes. Now I am left with wearing really small clothes I used to wear 2 years ago. I will never be able to hide my body from my Master or anyone ever again! The only consolation is that Master likes what we look like in our revealing clothes. I smile, thinking about how I will make my Master happy by wearing them. I feel sorry when Sparky, who has difficulty burning his clothes, is punished by his Master using the shock collar. Yet, I am surprised how quickly he recovers and seems happy to serve his Master. I have never seen Sparky learn so quickly! The punishment seems to help Sparky learn better. After Master watches the fire for a while, he decides to go to bed and fuck us before going to sleep. Master pulls us by the leash to his room. We never did see Master Jason come to bed that night. Once we are in the room, Master pushes me onto the bed face down. He proceeds to spank me then grabs some lube. Master orders my brother to prepare me for his cock. I feel Jimmy's lubed fingers work his hand into my hole. My hole still has not closed after the fucking earlier so it doesn't take long to prepare me. Jimmy lines up Master's cock to my hole. I grunt as Master pushes forward, never stopping until he bottoms out! I yep out in surprise and some pain. Master holds his cock deep for a minute to allow my hole to adjust which I am thankful for. Master leans over, grabs my hair, and pulls. Using my hair to drive his cock deeper with each hard thrust makes me groan and moan from the aggressive fuck! I push back with my hands to take the stress off my neck. Yet, Master is very strong so it only gives me some relief. Master fucks me for about 40 minutes before he pulls out and throws my brother on the bed. I am ordered to prepare his hole too. After lubing up Jimmy's hole, I line up Master's cock and he slams it deep, causing my brother to groan and moan too. Just like Master grabbed my hair, he pulls on his hair to fuck Jimmy hard! I am amazed watching how powerful my Master can fuck. I just felt it but watching him fuck is just memorizing to see. He has the body of a God. I want to worship him. So, I crawl between his legs and lick his balls. This makes him fuck rougher, causing his balls to tighten. I know Master is going to shoot soon. I double my effort to help him dump a load into my brother. Master drives as hard as he can then roars louder than either his brother or father did earlier. I feel his body shake as his balls continue to tighten. His father must have heard my Master roar! I am in awe of the raw power my Master has! Master falls on top of Jimmy. I hear him start snoring and I am not sure what to do. I don't think my brother can sleep with that massive body pinning him down. So, I hold onto my Master leg and try to get some sleep as I kneel on the floor. About an hour later Master pulls out of Jimmy's hole and crawls into bed. Jimmy and I crawl up next to him. Half asleep, my Master grabs me so he is spooning me. Jimmy then snuggles up to me and we all fall asleep together. Throughout the night Master gets hard and I line up his cock to my hole. Instinctively Master enters me and slowly fuck me while he dreams. When he shoots another load into me, he holds still, keeping his cock buried in my hole. Only then could I get back to sleep. To be Continued! Please consider donating to Nifty.org. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2024 22:38:20 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 7 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, including teens and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Characters: * Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door + Slave David Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, formerly married to Adam and former Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features sand out. + Slave Adam Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. * Alex Richardson - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Billy Anderson - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body + Slave Jimmy Anderson - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair, green eyes, slim, and smooth. A swimmer's body. * Jason Richardson - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat. + Slave Mikey Anderson - Son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. A face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. * Jeff Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of slave Mikey, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy. Age 58, 160#, 5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5 inch dick, brown hair with gray highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor. Successful general contractor with experience in both residential and commercial construction. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org POV Master Frank After everyone left to do as they were told, I go to my den. I need to take care of slave David's father. I have planned to enslave him once I enslaved his son and grandsons. So, now it's time. I have seen him be abusive to my twin slaves and suspect it was worse in private than I saw in public. He will need to pay for whatever he might have done to my slaves. I'm awakened from my thoughts by a knock on the door. "Come in", I yell out. Slave david walks in with a stack of papers, phones, tablets, and keys to his house and vehicles. I smile at my obedient slave. "Are those all the papers, devices, and keys I ordered it to get?" "Yes, Master!" "Good sit them on the desk and kneel at my feet." Like an eager slave, it quickly sits the papers down and kneels before me. My robe is still open and my soft cock is hanging over the edge of the chair. "Open its mouth and put just the head of my cock in its mouth." It eagerly does what it's ordered to do. The warmth feels nice. "I need to piss. So, just hold its mouth tightly around the head and don't let any get on my carpet or it will be punished. Nod its head when it's ready." It tightens its grip and nods. I start pissing, stopping and starting as I watch my slave fill its mouth and swallow. I see that it doesn't like the taste. "Get used to it, my slave. Whenever I need to piss it will be on its knees ready to provide me relief. My sons know that they have the right to do the same to all my slaves. Masters shouldn't need to get up to use the bathroom when we have slaves with perfectly good holes to use." I finally finish with a sigh. That feels better. Father Michael mentioned that the slave collars have remote controls that can shock the slave. I will need to activate that feature to call my slaves when I need to relieve myself. "Slave, go finish cleaning out its former house. Also, we need a better name. Yes, like the contract states, we will call it the 'Slave Quarters'. Slave, go clean out the 'Slave Quarters'. If it does a nice job then we may go on a date tomorrow. Would it like that?" It pulls its mouth off my cock and says, "Yes Master that would be great Master, Thank you! Master." I rub its head and smile at it. "One more thing before it goes. Milk my cock of all the piss. Make sure it's completely empty. I don't want my chair stained with dribbles of piss or you know what will happen." "Yes Master!" It puts its mouth around the head again and milks my cock dry. "What does it say when its Master gives it a gift?" It has to think for a minute. "Thank you Master for giving your slave the gift of Master's piss" I laugh, better than I expected. "Good slave. It may leave now." It crawls back to the door and then gets up and leaves. I look over the papers and see my slave did a good job. I see there is $500,000 left on the mortgage. I will have my lawyers pay it off tomorrow and put it in my name along with all the utilities. I open up the bank account's website. The stupid slaves didn't set up a second factor on the account. So, no need for their phones right now. There isn't much in the account. I transfer all the money to my bank account and closed the slave's account. I then change all passwords for all its social media accounts. I will upload pictures of our date tomorrow to slave david's social media accounts. That way everyone knows we are now "Dating". But first I need to take care of slave david's father. It will try to run again if it sees I am dating his son. Tomorrow after our date we will visit its father. The father will be back where it belongs soon. I do a web search and find the father's professional website. It looks like it has been successful at flipping houses. The latest project looks like it would make a great frat house for my son once they graduate high school. Good, it's just starting the renovation. I can make the changes needed to house to set up the Masters' rooms appropriate to own slaves. Of course, the grandfather will do all the work once it's back under my control. I hear my boy Jason play with his new toy out back. I look out the window to see Jason throwing sticks and his slave mikey bringing it back to him. The slave is even barking as a puppy would. I make a note to buy a puppyhood and butt plug tail for the slave. Jason's birthday is coming up. I then think again about re-enslaving slave david's father, the grandfather. I open a drawer in my desk and pull out another slave collar. It is a thin one like the three young slaves wear. It can be worn in public without anyone really noticing it is a real slave collar. The grandfather will need to be in public more so it can buy building supplies for working on both the `Slave Quarters' and "Frat House" renovations. When the slaves are training with my sons, the grandfather will be working on the `Slave Quarters'. I want the `Slave Quarters' completely secure with the RFID chip in the collars to control every door. My slaves will not be able to come and go without my authorization. Father Micheal provided all the specifications for the installation of the steel doors. All the windows will be replaced with glass blocks. No slave is ever going to run from me again! With that in mind, I open the slave controller app for the collars. I see that there are two methods of remote control, Bluetooth or e-sim chips. I pick the e-sim chip and see an activation request for the 6 collars. I provide my cellular carrier info and the e-sim data codes. A minute later, all 6 e-sim chips are added to my cellular carrier's account. Next, I pick on the tracking feature and see 3 collars located in my house, one in the backyard and one next door. The GPS in the collars is very accurate. I am pleased. I can locate my slaves anywhere in the world that supports e-sim chips. Now if my slaves do try to run, I can track them down and bring them back without fear of losing them. There is also an emergency alert feature that can monitor the slave's vital signs. If a medical issue is detected then the slave's Master is notified. The Master can call 911 and provide the slave's location. If 911 is called then the slave collar is automatically opened and all internal circuits are automatically destroyed. There is a warning that this emergency feature will use more battery life. Without the emergency feature turned on then the tracking feature alone uses a minimal battery charge. The battery can last for a year without needing to be charged with just the tracking feature turned on. Nice! I don't think that my current slaves will try to run. But the asshole grandfather will try for sure. I also see a punishment feature in the app. It explains that there are metal round contacts sticking out around the inside of the collars. These contacts can give an electric shock to the slave by just pushing a button in the Slave App or by pressing a fingerprint sensor on the collar. The collar can also be opened with the fingerprint sensors when two fingers of the registered Master are pressed on the sensors at the same time. If only one finger is detected then it is in punishment mode. The longer the sensor is pressed the longer and stronger the shock will be. I like that there are sensors on the collar for emergency removal and punishment. I read about another feature. The collars have an anti-tampering feature. If the collar detects disabling or unauthorized removal then the slave will be shocked continuously and the Master will be notified. The emergency feature will automatically be turned on. This is to detect if the shocks are causing the slave to have medical issues like a stroke. If a medical issue is detected then the shock is stopped and the slave's Master is notified. The Master has the option to call 911. Father Micheal seems to have had the collars designed well. I need to test out the punishment feature to make sure it works. I bring up slave mikey's collar. Then I look outside seeing the slave running in the yard fetching sticks. So I press the punishment button in the app and watch. The slave stops dead in its tracks and collapses sideways on the ground. It grabs its neck screaming. I smile that it works. Then I hear Jason yell out what's wrong? I open the window and yell out "Jason sorry that was me. I was testing the phone app". Jason looks at me with shock and then a smile forms on his face. He orders his slave to stay and he runs up to the window. "Dad, how did you do that?" "Son, I discovered a punishment feature in the `Slave App' for the collars." "No shit! That is so cool. He then says send me the app Dad and holds out his phone. I press mine next to his and transfer the app to his phone via NFC." Jason opens the app. "Dad, what is the password." Just a second let me turn on the second factor. We don't want a hacker taking control of our slaves, I laugh. "HELL NO! They're ours!" I make my phone the second-factor number and give my son Master access with his own password and profile. Jason enters his username and password. Moments later I get a text and show him the code. "Cool Dad, thanks." His slave is back on all fours now. I watch as Jason presses the punishment button as I did earlier. The slave falls to the ground, grabbing at its collar again. "HOLLY SHIT DAD! This will help the training of my puppy. How far can it reach?" "You're welcome, son. It can reach all over the world. It uses an e-sim chip. Just remember the battery life is reduced the more you punish your slave. Also, there are two fingerprint sensors on the collar. Register them in the app then you can punish your slave without the phone. Just use one finger on the sensor. The longer you press, the longer and stronger the punishment will be. Also, if you use two fingers on both sensors then the collar opens for emergencies. Son, have fun training your pet!" "Oh, I will Dad!", with a smile on his face. Jason walks back to his pet and explains that now he can punish his slave anywhere in the world. I see real fear in the slave's eyes. Good that will make it obey its Master better. I watch as Jason registers himself as the slave's Master. He then presses one finger on the collar and waits for about 20 seconds then releases. Once he lets go, the slave is once again on the ground yelling, pulling at his neck and collar. I go to the kitchen to see my slave adam is busy working away at dinner. It looks up at me and stops what it is doing. "Slave, come here and kneel." It rushes over to me and kneels in front of me. I see it staring at my cock with my robe still open. I bend down and press two fingers to the collar and then get a notification on my phone if I want to be the slave's registered Master. I pick "Yes". The phone says I am now registered as the Master of slave adam. I then press one finger on one of the sensors for about 30 seconds. When I let go the slave grabs its neck and then falls over on its side on the hardwood floor. When the shock is done, see a notification on my phone that the battery life of the collar is now at 98%. "Slave, I am now the registered Master to the slave collar. The shock it just felt is an example of what punishment will be like if it disobeys me. I can punish it by pressing my finger to the collar or through my phone. I can punish my slave anywhere in the world now. There is an e-sim chip embedded in the slave collar. Keep that in mind if it ever has second thoughts about running from me. It cannot run now with that slave collar tracking its every movement. It volunteered for this and now it will be my slave for life. Remember it had a choice to be free but decide to be my slave instead! Now get back to work, slave." I walk downstairs to see how Alex is doing. I open the door and look around the dungeon but don't see my son or my slaves. Then I hear noises coming from our home gym which takes up the other half of the basement. As I walk into the gym, I see my son dancing around our twin slaves with his hand wrapped for boxing. Alex has the slaves back to back with their wrists tied above their heads, standing on their tippy toes. My son is practicing his kickboxing routines, using the slaves as a punching bag. Looks like he is working up a sweat. The slaves have some burses on them from some good kicks. It looks like my son decided to use them naked, never bothering to get dressed after our fuck session earlier. Both my son and his slaves seem to be enjoying themselves causing their cocks to stay rock hard. My son looks focused on what he is doing and doesn't notice me watching him. I am impressed. Using the slaves as punching bags is a great use for them. He can practice hitting on the body right where he needs to win his matches. Much better than using a bag. Each hit to the slave's body makes them moan out in pain, especially when he hits their balls. I see puddles forming on the ground below their hard dicks. The bitches are certainly pain pigs. My son is an impressive kickboxer and wrestler. I should bring him along to the meeting with the grandfather. May need his help collaring the bastard. Finally, Alex sees me watching them and nods his head, "Hey, Dad what's up? Just getting in some practice for my match next week. What do you think?" "Impressive son. You have great form and speed. I like how you set up the slaves to be used as punching bags." "Yeah, Dad, they're working out great! I can visualize right where my attack will be. Of course, my opponent will be moving so it's not the same but it is still better than a plain bag." "Right son! Plus, it looks like a lot of fun too!" "Hell yeah, it is! I love seeing their face right before and then after I hit them, especially in the balls. They have to take my kicks and endure it." "But they seem to enjoy it, son", pointing at the two puddles on the floor. Alex laughs, "Yeah Dad, they seem to like their Master beating on them. I sure as hell enjoy it. There is nothing like my feet hitting bare flesh. It's so satisfying you know?" "Understand completely son. I want to explain how the punishment feature works on the collars and the emergency release." I go through everything I did with Jason and now Alex is registered as their Master. He tests out the punishment button and laughs. "Dad that is great and might use it when I am not close enough to punish them". He then kicks up high and lands a kick right in Jimmy's face, spinning around and landing perfectly. Alex has a big smile on his face as he successfully makes the move. I have seen him kick up high like that many times but not in the face. They wouldn't be allowed in the ring. But here it is perfectly acceptable. I clap and pat my son on the back. He is all smiles and proud. "Well keep up the good work, son. I am proud of you!" As I leave the gym, I turn back. "Alex, I will need your help tomorrow night. Can you be home around say 7:30 pm?" "Sure Dad, no problem." Then he continues his workout. He is such a fine young man. Athletic, smart, and creative. He will make a great Master for my slaves. The way they look at him, they will want to be his slaves after their enslavement ends. Just like their fathers, they will most likely end up slaves all their lives. It wouldn't surprise me if they asked to renew their enslavement under my son's ownership. I walk up the stairs to the dining room seeing slave david bring over the bags of clothes. I sit down on a stool for the island separating the kitchen from the dining room. Slave david walks over to me and kneels without being told. It is learning quickly. I pet its head and look down at it. "Is that all the clothes?" "No Master, your slave as 4 more bags to bring over." "Ok, that much! Then I want it to lay out the clothes on the deck out back. I will have Jason start a fire tonight in the fire pit. We can burn what we don't want." It will be good for our slaves to see most of their clothes being burned up in smoke. It will make the point that they own nothing now and I can do whatever I want since I own everything that was once theirs. "Yes Master, your slave will lay out all the clothes per size and the outfits." "Excellent slave. Just the way I thought they should be laid out." I can see the slave is beaming with pride at pleasing its Owner. Giving a little praise to the slaves every so often helps them be loyal to their Master. They want to feel the pleasure of pleasing their Master. Therefore, they will work hard to receive my praise. Just can't do it too much or it will not mean as much to the slave. "Slave, get back to work. I want the `Slave Quarters' cleaned out by the time dinner is ready. Do I make myself clear, slave?" "Yes Master, it will be done before dinner is ready, Master." I pat its head. "GO NOW!" It runs out the back door naked to the `Slave Quarters'. I laugh watching its balls hit its legs as it runs to do its Master's bidding. I turn to look at slave adam, "Slave, make me a cup of coffee." It says, "Yes Master!" I sit on the stool, watching out the glass window, seeing my son having fun training its new puppy. Yes, my sons are happy with their new toys and I finally have what I have always dreamed of. A couple of minutes later, a cup of coffee appears beside me just as expected. I take a sip and think, Yes, life is great! I walk out on the deck and let my robe fall to the deck. Slave adam grabs it without being told to. I ignore it and lay on a lounge chair, enjoying the sunny day. It's nice watching my son train his new puppy. He trained skippy our old dog so he knows how a puppy should behave. Slave david brings over all the clothes from the Slave Quarters. He sorts them by size and outfit. I think each slave should have the following: One pair of tennis shoes (when running on rough terrain or when we go on an airplane trip for vacations or work) One pair of dress shoes (For when slave david and I go on `dates' or for when there is a special event that I want my slaves in formal attire.) One pair of slutty boy shorts (to wear around the community) One pair of dress shorts (to wear when we go on airplane trips for vacations or to work) One pair of pants (For when slave david and I go on `dates' or for when there is a special event that I want my slaves in formal attire.) One T-shirt (to wear when we go on airplane trips for vacations or to work). One Dress shirt (For when slave david and I go on `dates' or for when there is a special event that I want my slaves in formal attire.) One pair of speedos (for the Twin slave's swim team). One pair of spandex shorts (for riding bikes follow its Master. Want to show off my slaves whenever possible) Everything else is unnecessary. Slaves certainly don't need underwear. My boys can pick out whatever they want and the rest can be burned tonight. The clothes for the slaves will be kept in the Slave Quater's garage in a locker. The locker will be locked and coded with the RFID of each slave`s collar. One locker for each slave. That way their Master can control what they wear. Slave david gets done with all his work and then kneels at my side. I just ignore him for now and watch my son having fun with his puppy. Looks like they are bonding nicely. I start getting horny seeing how controlling my son is with his pet. "Suck" is all I say. Slave david takes a second to register what I said then crawls between my legs and starts sucking me. I close my eyes with my hands behind my head and enjoy the sun as my slave serves my cock. Life is good. All Masters should enjoy a life like this. I am going to make it possible for Masters and slaves to live their true selves within mainstream life. I will start with this community, the frat house then the college campus. As I was daydreaming and enjoying my slave's mouth, Jason walks onto the deck with his pet leashed, following beside him on all fours. I open my eyes as I hear them walking towards me "Jason, did you have fun with your pet?" Jason laughs excitedly, "Oh my God! YES! Thank you so much for getting me a new puppy. I can't believe it. My puppy is learning so quickly." I laugh, "Excellent, it's a very special breed, Son." With a knowing smile, he says, "YEAH, I know Dad that is why I love it so much." I watch as Jason lays down on the lounge next to me and rubs his puppy head and scratches it behind the ear. I hear it whimper at its Master's touch. "So son, what have you decided to name it?" "Oh, It came with a name so didn't think about naming it." "Son, it is yours now, of course, you can name it. Wasn't your old dog, Skippy?" "Yeah, Dad I miss the boy.", as Jason rubs the head of his new puppy. "I know Dad, what about `Sparky'? I mean look at him Dad, Doesn't he have the most angelic face? Like he lights up everything around him." "Sparky is an excellent name, Son." Jason pulls his puppy into his lap, holding his face with both hands, looking into his eyes. "You hear that boy! Its new name is `Sparky'. Does my puppy like its new name?" Sparky barks and wiggles its butt, indicating it likes its new name. Jason seems so much better now that he has a puppy again. He wasn't the same after he lost Skippy. I watch the puppy wiggling its butt and think It really does need a tail. Jason informs the pup, "OK boy, `Sparky" it is. Now thank your Master by licking its Master's bone." It barks and then licks on my son's cock. I can see my son's new pet loves his Master's bone as Jason calls it. "Son, how about tomorrow after your run and breakfast we go shopping for a tail and hood for your new puppy?" Jason smiles at me, "Oh Dad that would be so cool. My pup's outside appearance will match what it's authentic self-identity." "Exactly, Son. We will bring your puppy along to get a hood and tail that fits just right. Consider it an early birthday present." Now! I see my son is fully hard. He must like the idea of a hood and tail because he grabs his puppy's head and pushes it all the way down the pup's throat. I grab slave david's head with both hands and do the same, fucking it hard and fast. I look over smiling, seeing Jason enjoying his pup just as much! There is nothing like having a throat to fuck whenever you want. I hear Jason moan and it only makes me hornier. I yell out, "FUCK!" as I hear Jason growl, "FUCK" too! We both dump our loads into our slave and Pup at the same time. It's such a special moment between father and son. I hold my slave's head down its throat for about a minute as I continue to pump more of my seed down its throat. When I finally feel I am completely empty, I release its head. It pulls up quickly, breathing heavily. I lay back catching my breath as well. I hear Jason breathing hard too. A low whisper comes from my slave, "Thank you, Master" and a happy bark next to me. I rub my slave's head, praising its service, "Good boy". What's nice is it keeps its mouth around the head of my cock. This helps me relax in order to relieve my bladder. You know after dumping a load its only natural that your bladder needs emptying. So, I lay back and let go of a full stream into its mouth. Oh god, that feels so good. I hear my slave gulping trying to keep up. At this moment, I don't care if it can't. It will just have to deal with the punishment later if it spills any of its Master's gift. Next to me, I hear gagging and gulping sounds. "Son, sounds like your pup needs more training." "Yeah, Dad, I have to hold it back so it doesn't leak any piss on me!" I look over at my son as he is holding his pup's head down while I watch his pup's throat swallow down my son's piss. "Keep up the training, Son. It will learn to swallow without gagging soon. It just hasn't had as much practice compared to my slave. But your pup looks like a quick learner so I imagine it will be drinking down your piss without a problem soon." "Yeah Dad, that is the plan. Right, Sparky? "Woof! Woof! " "Dad, just so you know two woofs mean `Yes Master'." Jason pats its pups on the head and orders, "Lick my feet, boy!" Its pup removes the head of my son's cock from its mouth, turns around, and starts licking its Master's feet. Jason pats the pup's up-turned ass, smiling and enjoying the view. All the while, relaxing as his feet are being serviced. Yeah, this is the life! Right then Alex walks onto the deck pulling his twin slaves on leashes with their hands in steel cuffs in front of them. Alex whistles, "Now that is a sight. Two slaves serving their Masters. Looks like you both are enjoying yourselves." Jason replies still with a grin plastered on his face as he looks up at his brother, "Did you see that? My pup swallowed my piss! You have to try it, bro. It's so satisfying not to have to get up to take a leak after blowing your load. Dad's slave did the same thing for him." Alex asks, "Pup?" "Yeah, I am calling it 'Sparky'. That's its new name now." Alex laughs, "Good name bro. I like it." Alex sits on a chair by the table and points to the ground. His slaves kneel on the hard deck facing their Master, heads bowed and hands cuffed in front. I noticed marks on both of the slave's backs. "Bro, are those whip marks?" Now Alex is grinning, "Yelp! I used a single tail whip on them as Dad taught us on the rented slave." "Dam! bro you're getting good. They're beautiful marks. Did they scream a lot?" "Hell yell, at first. The whip can sting like a motherfucker. You remember when Dad whipped us so we would know what it feels like for a slave?" "Fuck yeah! That was the worst pain of my life! Shit, it made me cry, bro." "Do you remember how it felt like after you cried?" "Yeah, I felt like I was high and the pain got less." "And, it made you hard too?" "Hell yeah, it did then you fucked me and I shot my load hands free." "Well, that is what just happened to my slaves. I could tell what was happening and it was beautiful. I whipped them until they cried like we did and then I fucked them. They shoot a load just like you did! Fuck, I can't wait to whip them again. I shoot a load in both of their holes. It was the hottest thing I have ever done!" I say, "Good work son. That is why I whipped you boys so you would understand how your slaves will feel. It makes the connection to your slaves even stronger. Understanding what is happening in your slave's mind and body will make you feel even more pleasure in controlling them. Use what they are feeling to better control their minds. Make them addicted to you and they will follow you anywhere!" Alex laughs, "Fuck yeah, I get it now, Dad. Thank you for showing me the sting of a whip. It's so satisfying to hear the crack and then hear their screams, knowing exactly what they are feeling. Then to finally hear my slaves cry when they finally give in to me and accept the pain and my power over them! Fuck! Dad, its beautiful and DAM if it's a rush!" Alex rubs the welts on his slave's back with a satisfying smile. He is truly a sadist and his slaves are true pain pigs. I smile to myself, they are a good match. I am glad I enslaved this family. I look over at Sparky and it is shaking in fear hearing what was done to its brothers. "Jason, I think you two are scaring it!" Jason grabs its pup, turns it around, pulls it to his naked chest then whispers in the pup's ear. I see the shaking slow down and then stop. Jason always had a way with his pets. This pup is no exception. Alex then asks, "What is all this", pointing to all the clothes laid out. "Oh, that is the slaves' former clothes. I want you boys to pick out what clothes you want your slaves to keep and any for yourself you wish to keep. Then tonight Jason can make a fire in the pit and we can burn all the rest." Alex laughs, "We will not be keeping much. Just what my slaves need to wear for school and when following me around the neighborhood. Otherwise, I want them naked and available for me at any time." I add, "OK! But also pick out one formal outfit for when we have a special event they can serve as waiters. I may need them for when I host parties for the school board and city console. One white shirt, black pants, a pair of dress shoes, and one of those bowties. I want to gradually get the school board and city council members accustom to seeing them as servants. I want them to look `the part'. The members may find them pleasurable to watch as they serve them. Then gradually each member will be allowed to use them sexually when the time is right. They will then start to see them as the sex objects they are born to be. It will then be easier to get them to vote in favor of volunteer slavery. I know I have two members already on my side, their coach and the slave's school principal." Alex has a sadist smile, walking around the laid-out clothes, "Fuck! Dad, are you really going to get volunteer slavery acceptable for everyone?" "Yes Alex, that is the goal. I want to leash my slaves and walk them down the street naked at some point. I want my boys to lead their slaves around at school naked as well. So, pick out some revealing clothes for your slaves to wear at school. I want everyone to see their sexy bodies. Then imagine themselves either as submissives or dominants like us." Alex grabs some small shorts and T-Shirts that are most likely from when the slaves were a couple of years younger. A pair of speedos for the swim team and one pair of tennis shoes. Then he grabs the dress clothes I requested. He tosses the clothes to his twin slaves. "Try them on. I want to see what they look like." Slave Jimmy and Billy quickly first dress in the small tight shorts. Dam they look even hotter with clothes on. Alex comments as he walks around each slave. "Yes! This will work. The shorts are tight, showing off their nice big beautiful asses." He grabs one of each of his slaves' asses at the same time. I see their faces go red knowing they will be shown off to all their former friends. Alex continues, "The mound in front shows that they are well equipped." then laughs, "To bad they will never get to use their worthless dicks anymore. But the mound should get some looks from others which will please me." The twins get even redder as they realize they will be shown off as sex objects for Alex's friends and rivals too. My sons love to show off their toys. These toys are no different. "Put on the T-shirt." The slaves peel on a tight T-shirts from two years ago. They cling to their chests, showing off their upper body strength from all the swimming they have done for years. Alex walks around them, pinching their nipples and running his hands along his chest and tight abs. Jason looks up and says, "Fuck! Alex, it's like they are naked. I can see every muscle. Even their hard dicks are showing up in front now." Alex grabs their hard dick through the skintight shorts, "Bitches, does it like showing off in those hot sexy clothes for your Master?" They both yell out at the same time, "YES MASTER!" "You two will be shown off to all my friends? Their faces get even redder as they yell, "YES MASTER, PLEASE SHOW US OFF, MASTER!" "Good because I want my friends to see what I now own! They are going to be so jealous! They will want slaves of their own! Do my slaves have any former friends who might want to be owned by my friends?" Jimmy hesitates.... "Tell me, slave. My slave cannot hide anything from its Master!" Jimmy says softly, "Well my best friend Nick. Ahh...." Alex yells, "SPIT IT OUT, SLAVE!" "I have fucked and dominated my best friend Nick. I even had Mikey.." Alex cuts him off, "It's Sparky now, slave!" "Sorry Master, I mean I had Sparky tied up to a chain all night in Nickys back yard. Sparky had to sleep in their dog house." Jason then laughs!, "Fuck I knew Sparky was meant to be a puppy! I could tell the moment I collared it." Alex asks, "And how did my slut of a slave dominate its best friend?" "Master, I made him strip naked for the weekend and put one of my collars on him. Then fucked him in almost every room in his house. All the while Sparky was chained up outside. Then at night I drag Nick outside and order Sparky to fuck my best friend too. After that weekend, I would come over and fuck him whenever we were alone." Alex asks, "I take it Nick's parents were gone when you took control of him for the weekend?" "Yes Master!" "Did Nick like being its temporary slave?" "OH Yes, Master!" "Good! I have a friend on my wrestling team who might be interested in making Nick his slave. It will help me introduce Nick to him." Alex asks, "Are there any other subs it knows or suspects? "Yes, Master most of the swim team I believe are subs, Master!" "Good! Then maybe my wrestling team will own the swim team. Nick is on the swim team, right boy?" "Yes Master, he is. That is how we met, Master." "Excellent! Dad, I think we may have our first members of the `Managed Bullying" program. I know some of the wrestling team members like to bully guys. Coach has been pissed when they would get catch bullying and could be expelled if not for his intervention. I think I can talk Coach into getting the wrestling team in your "Managed Bullying" program." I reply, "Good work, son. I will get the swim team's coach to get his team to join the program too. When you approach your coach, you might offer your slaves' services as an incentive. Use them as an example of how the program will work. Do the wrestling matches and swim team meets schedules match up?" Jimmy answers this one, "Yes Master about 90% of their schedules are the same. They even ride the same bus. Our coach said it was a cost-saving measure. The other coaches in the different schools agreed to sync up the schedules." "Well, that will work out great! I will talk with the swim coach about arranging for each swim team member to room with one of the wrestling team members. The time alone together will help the wrestling team to take control of the swim team." We are interrupted by slave adam, "Masters dinner is ready, would my Masters like to have their meals out here on the deck or in the dining room?" "Slave, I think out here will be fine. Slave david go help the other slave prepare its Masters' meals." "Yes, Master!" Slave david quickly runs after slave adam. Slave david gets the table set up on the deck's table while slave adam brings out a delicious-smelling dinner. I smile to myself they work so well together it's like they have been doing it for years, Oh yes they have, haven't they? I laugh these slaves are so easy to train. I don't think the swim team will be as easy. They were not bred to be slaves. But every submissive should be given the opportunity to be owned by a Master. My slaves have the table set and the food is on a side table. Slave adam informs his Masters, "Masters the table is ready. Your slaves will serve the food once our Masters are seated. What would our Masters like to drink?" As I get up and sit down at the table, I order, "Rum and coke with ice." "Yes, Master!" slave adam replies. Alex orders, "Ice Tea with a touch of sweetener. There is some tea in the fridge. Also, make sure there is iced tea and hot tea always ready in the future." "Yes, Master hot and cold tea will always be ready for our Masters", Jason orders, "Ice tea sounds good. And bring out the dog bowl. It's on the floor of my closet in our room. Fill it with water for my pups Sparky." "Yes Master", slave adam looks at slave david and he runs off to get our drink orders. Slave adam announces, "Masters, the menu tonight is pot roast and vegetables with a side salad and homemade raspberry vinaigrette dressing." Slave adam serves the salads first. When he finishes, he stands back, hands behind his back with his head slightly bowed, but keeping an eye on its Masters. Slave david comes in with a tray of drinks. He holds the tray while slave adam hands out the drinks. After we get our drinks, the slave runs off and comes back with a dog bowl full of water. He sits the bowl down near Jason. I watch as Jason pats his pup on the head and then it bends over and starts licking up its water. Jason then suggests, "Dad, we should get dog bowls for all the slaves." "Good idea son, slave adam add 9 dog bowls to the shopping list and slave david feed my slaves with some bowls from the kitchen" Slave david replies, "Yes Master" and he runs off to get food for my slaves. Slave adam answers me, *Yes Master, your slave will get them when it goes out shopping for food tomorrow, assuming Master is OK with it doing the grocery shopping?" I respond, "Of course slave. It's responsible for maintaining my household. It's experienced maintaining its old household before I acquired it, correct?" "Yes, Master. It was a stay-at-home Dad before its enslavement, Master." "Good! Then do as its been trained for." "Yes Master!" Slave david comes back with a tray of 5 bowls of leftover take-out food from last night. Good, it remembers that slaves get leftovers. My slave places the 5 bowls of food on the floor. I look over and see there are more than leftovers in the bowls, a little annoyed. "Slave, what else is in the bowl?" "Master there wasn't enough leftovers for all your slaves. So, please forgive me Master, your slave found some old cans of stew that it mixed in with the leftovers. Sorry for overstepping your orders, Master?" I think about it for a second. I'm almost ready to punish it but understand why it did it. There weren't enough leftovers for 5 slaves. "It's forgiven this time. Next time ask me if it can feed my slaves more food. I don't want them to be overfed either. Slave adam, make sure there is enough food for all 5 slaves to eat the leftovers. If there happens to be not enough food to feed my slaves then it is allowed to use cans of stew. But, no warming up the slave's food. Its a waste of energy!" Both slaves say, "Yes Master, Thank you, Master!" Slave david takes away our salad plates and forks. Then slave adam serves the main course. Dam they are an efficient pair. I guess it goes along with raising three boys. Being fathers to my slaves was good training for being my slaves themselves. "Eat slaves. Don't use its hands. Kneel down and eat with just its mouths." I see Sparky is the first to start eating. It's the natural way a pup eats. The others are slowly taking bites, trying to get used to eating with just their mouths. Of course, it's the natural way a slaves eats as well. They just need some training to understand their own nature. So, I slap their asses to get them to eat faster! This gets them going. Alex takes a bite of his dinner, "Dad! Dam this is good. Really tender and juicy. Thanks, Dad." I laugh to myself, Alex just ignored slave adam's cooking and thanked me instead. Fuck! He's a sadistic boy. I love that about him. He knows how to keep a slave in its place. "Well thank you. I knew slave adam would be an excellent cook!" Alex comments, "I never had this good of a home-cooked meal." I wonder if he is thinking about not having a mother around to have home cooked meals. I found their mother many years after slave David's father turned me down for permanent enslavement. I was crushed and didn't want any other slaves for a long time. So, later I found their mother, a female slave, so I thought. Unfortunately, she really was a dominant trying to Top from the bottom. I couldn't have that so we split up not long after the boys were born. She ran off with some submissive female slave. They are happy together but she never really wanted kids. So, years later, I went looking for my old slave only to find his sons would become just as good-looking as their father. Good breeding! They grew up and had sons of their own at a very young age. To my pleasant surprise, the grandsons were the same age as my sons. So, I waited until my sons were old enough to be Masters themselves. The wait is well worth it. After dinner is over, our older slaves took care of the dirty dishes and refilled our drinks. We talked about Alex's kickboxing match coming up and wrestling season starting up soon for school. The kickboxing is in the summer and wrestling is during the school year. We also talked about what Jason wants to do for his brother's and his birthday. Jason really wants to take his pup to a dog park and let it play with other dogs and then walk it around the park. I told him that the community is not ready for that but someday it will. I told him that his Uncle Sam has a farm where he can let his pup run wild. Jason's eyes light up. I know my brother Sam is kinky too. He is dominant like me and has a few of slaves of his own. Besides, I wanted to show off my property to my brother. My boy's birthday would be a great opportunity. My brother is bi so he has male and female slaves. They are kept in the barn most of the time except when he wants a warm body next to him at night. My boys have visited my brother's barn a few times. Jason says, "Hell YES! A visit to Uncle Sam's farm sounds great! I could keep my pup in a barn stall except when playing or using it." I also ask what Alex wants to do for his birthday too. Alex replies, "Dad, could we invite some of our friends to come along? You know Rob, my best friend from my wrestling team has a little bit of a dominant streak. Also, I think the former best friend of my slave Jimmy and Rob would be a good match. So, I would like to introduce Rob to my slaves to see if he is interested in owning a slave himself." "Yeah, he is a great wrestler and I got the feeling that he's has some dominant traits. Yet, I do see that he follows you around a lot. OK! bring him along. Just make sure Rob keeps our slaves a secret for now." Alex adds, "Dad, thanks, I will make sure he keeps his mouth shut. He's a loyal friend. Also, Dad, I want to learn more about completely suspending my slaves off the ground. The barn would be perfect with its high ceilings. Also, doesn't uncle have some old plows that he uses for farming?" "Talk to my brother about it and he can show you how to hook up your slaves to the hoist and the plows." "Yes Alex, my brother uses his slaves to work up the land. He has a lot more slaves now then the last time you boys were at the farm." Alex replies, "Sweet! I have always wanted to whip a slave while it pulls a plow." Jason and Alex both have big smiles on their faces now. My older slaves come and kneel at my feet after taking the dirty dishes away and clean up the kitchen. I absently rub their heads as I tell Jason to pick out some clothes for his puppy. I hear my slaves moaning at my touch. It's nice to hear. They are good slaves. "Slaves, join your fellow slaves and eat." My slaves join their sons all eating except for Sparking who finished before his brothers. The pup is now kneeling by Jason's chair staring at his Master with longing shown in its body language. I see a mix of lust, devotion, and love. Yes, the pup is a perfect fit for my son. Jason grabs some small low-cut shorts, spandex shirts and shorts, a pair of tennis shoes, and a pair of boots. I remind him about dress clothes so he grabs the same clothes like Alex did for his twin slaves. He sits back down and rubs the ear of his pup just as he use to do with Skippy our old dog. Good, they will look the same for my dinner parties. It will make them look the part of waiters or servants. As I have more dinner parties they will wear less and less. Until they are buck naked for my parties. By that time, they would have been fucked by all the school board and the city council. I give an order to my son, "Jason, start up a fire in the pit. We will need to burn the rest of the clothes." "OK! Dad," then he gets up and starts a fire in the pit. "Slave david grab three chairs and put them around the pit." It quickly gets up, grabs three chairs, and places them around the pit. "Come Alex, lets sit by the fire." Alex and I sit down watching Jason get the fire started. He sits on one knee, poking at the fire. There is something hypnotic about watching a fire. Our slaves all kneel by our sides. We rub their heads, hearing them moan. I smirk watching their worthless dicks grow from being touched by their Masters. So easy to manipulate. I love it. I order. "Slave adam, go find its former clothes and throw them in the fire." I watch as my slave obediently throws the rest of his clothes in the fire. I do not see any emotion on his face. I am wondering if he's trying to show no emotions for the sake of my younger slaves? When it's finished, I tell slave david to do the same. Slave david picks up a bunch of clothes at once but I stop it just before it throws them in the fire. "No! Throw each piece of its former clothes in one at a time. Watch it burn up completely before throwing the next." Slave david has a harder time not showing emotions on his face. Each piece of clothes burned reminds him of what he did to himself and his family. He is responsible for their enslavement and he knows it. I see it in his eyes as he looks at each family member while he destroys his past. This is an important step in stripping him down and rebuilding him to be what I want it to be. I see some remorse on its face, knowing that its sons are about to do the same thing. Once slave david is finished, I see his eyes are watering up. Next, I have Jimmy burn his old life in the fire. I am surprised he is more relaxed at doing this. This slave is accepting his enslavement better than his fathers are. I wonder how much he influenced his brothers to sign their "Slavery Contracts"? Billy is next, He follows his twin brother's lead looking at his brother for approval. Slave jimmy is the dominant one of the twins. It smiles at jimmy and then my son Alex who stares at him with a sadistic smile. Its smile gets even bigger when it sees its Master approves it obedience to me. Slave billy seem to want to please its Master more than he cared about its former life. Finally, it's Sparky's turn. I see the pup whimper as it picks up symbols of its former life. Jason rushes over to his pup and presses his finger to the collar and releases it quickly. Sparky cries out in pain falling to his side. The pet has been shocked a lot today. Jason waits for his pet to recover then looks down, towering over the frightened thing. In a determined tone, he says, "Behave, boy. Stop that whining. Pups don't need clothes, remember? If doesn't stop its whining then I might just burn all its clothes and keep it in its natural state forever! Now pick up each piece of cloth with its mouth and throw it in the fire.!" "Woof! Woof!" is its automatic response "Now be a good pup and obey!" "Woof! Woof!" Jason's pup now has fear on its face so quickly crawls to each piece of clothing and throws it into the fire. Jason sits back down keeping his eyes on his pup that works in fear. "Jason, I am impressed with how you took control of your pup. Very good, Son!" "Thanks Dad, pups need a firm hand when they disobey. I had to do the same for Skippy when he was bad. Pups need to be reminded I am their Alpha." "Exactly, Son! Your a good Alpha." Alex then says, "Well, I am going to bed. Need a good fuck before going to sleep." "Good night son and have fun with your slaves." Alex gets up and clips the leashes back on his slaves, "Yeah Dad, I will. Thanks again for enslaving our neighbors. Your the best, Dad!" I watch as him take his slaves to his room. He roughly pulls them along, tripping some as they follow their Master. Jason then pulls his pup between his legs and sticks his cock in the pup's face. "Suck!" The pup quickly puts his mouth on my son's cock, swallowing it all down as if it's a pro. I see no disobedience NOW! It is getting better as serving my son. He is right pups and slaves need a firm hand to guide them to their true purpose! "Dad, is it ok if I leave my pup outside in the dog house all night?" "No problem, Son. It never gets too cold at night here. Just makes sure it is cleaned up before it's allowed back in the house. You can use the garden hose to spray it down." Jason smiles, "Hear that Sparky. you get to be chained up all night. Then! It gets to be hosed down like the animal it wants to be." I laugh as it tries to woof twice but can't with its mouth full of my son's cock." "Well have a nice blowjob. I am heading to bed!" "Good night, Dad." I get up and head to my Master bedroom. I don't need to turn around to know my slaves are following me. I hear my son moan and sucking sounds as I walk into the house. To be Continued! Please consider donating to Nifty.org. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 17:10:09 -0700 From: kinkygay stories Subject: Boy Games (Authoritarian and Rural) "Wanna play," came the voice at the other end of the telephone line. "Yeah," Jonathan whispered, not wanting his parents to hear. It was a how a humid Indiana summer day and these two sixteen-year-old boys had been playing tie up and torture games ever since puberty. their families farms had adjacent fences at the back 40 acres and that's where the boys always met and 'played.' Jonathan stripped naked and donned an animal skin loin cloth with a small butt flap. He looked stunning, the boy's slender waist not having caught up yet with his broad shoulders. It gave him those teenage six-pac abs without the exercise. Jonathan dashed out the back of the farmhouse and jumped up on his horse without a saddle. However, there was plenty of rope. The boy galloped for ten minutes to the back of the farm where he found Nathan waiting dressed just as he was, also on a horse without a saddle and with plenty of rope. The boys gazed at each other lovingly and Jonathan remembered it was his turn to be tied up and tortured this time, so he got off his horse and wrapped the reins around a tree. Nathan met him halfway, tied his wrists together, and kissed him on the lips. Then Nathan lifted Jonathan up onto his horse and tied his ankles together. This was Jonathan's favorite part--laying on his stomach across Nathan's horse--as Nathan took him to be tortured. As the boys rode along back to Nathan's farm, Nathan would occasionally slap Jonathan's bare back or bare legs with the horse reins. Jonathan would always wince and whimper and if his flinches and moans weren't strong enough, Nathan would slap him again harder and harder until he was satisfied. Once back on Nathan's farm, Nathan pulled Jonathan down and laid him on the ground. By now Jonathan's erection was rock hard and oozing with precum! Nathan untied him and stretched out his arms and legs in all directions, tying his wrists and ankles to distant trees. Now Jonathan lay on his back, his body like a big "X," as Nathan kissed his heaving hairless chest, taking time to suck each of his protruding nipples. Mounting Jonathan across his pelvis, Nathan picked up one of his horses reins and lightly slapped Jonathan's bare chest ... again ... and again, each slap a little harder than the previous one, until Jonathan was finally jerking his entire body and whimpering loudly as each stinging lash slapped across his now burning pink chest. The boys got into such a rhythm that they actually came at about the same time. Afterwards, Nathan simply lay on top of Jonathan's quivering body and hugged and kissed him, receiving many kisses in return as Jonathan pulled and tugged on the ropes.

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From: jdkizzia@csupomona.edu Subject: master sgt M/m (military) Date: 10 Oct 96 18:12:54 PST Organization: California State Polytechnic University, Pomona Dave was once again in front of the sarge for slacking off. He figured that the sarge would just yell at him again. But this time it was different, very different. Sarge came up to him and put his face just inches from Dave. That's When Sarge told Dave of the new way things would work... "To keep you on the straight and narrow, you're going to be my personal slave, in whatever way I feel like using you. I want you to take off all your clothes and then stand in front of me at attention." Dave did as he was ordered, hoping that Sarge would not notice his big 8" hardon he had. But sure enough, Sarge did notice the uncontrolled cock staring right up at him. He smiled real big realizing that he had a live one infront of him. Sarge went to his desk and took out a leather cockring and putting it inches from Daves face said, "From now on, boy, you are to wear this at all times except for in the shower. The only underwear you will wear is a jockstrap one size smaller than what you normally wear. You will shave your crotch-hair completely off and keep it that way. When you are off duty, you will wear only your cockring and jockstrap and you are no longer allowed to sit on firniture. You will sit, or better yet kneel on the floor from now on. Is that clear?" I said, "Yes Sir." He said, "good, now get down on your knees and mouth my cock through my khakies." master sgt M/m (military) part 2 Dave started mouthing Sarge's cock through the thick Khakies. He though about how rough the fabric felt on his mouth. Sarge's cock grew harder and harder. After a few minutes, Sarge unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his cock. At 10" and uncut, it was quite georgous, but smelled a bit under the foreskin. Dave new better than to question or complain. He just started sucking the sarge. While he was being sucked, Sarge bent over and started playing with Dave's ass. The feeling made Dave quiver and start to threash about and suck his Seargent/master's cock with more enthusiasm. Sarge came with a shudder, first into Dave's mouth, then when Dave pulled out, all over his face. Instinctavely, Dave started to wipe the cum off his face with one hand and stroke his cock with the other. "ATTENTION!!" Sarge commanded. Dave put his hands behind him and kept knees wide apart, making sure that his toes were just toching behind him. "You are not to wipe my cumm off your face without permission and are NEVER allowed to touch your cock again." With that, he took his leather strap from his desk and gave Dave ten hard wacks, causing dave to cry hysterically. Sarge said, Get out of my office now and do what I told you to do. Then you can wipe the cum off your face...... Master Sargent, part 3 (military) Dave was glad that everyone had gone off duty, gone to their barracks, and gone out for the night when he left Sagre's office. He didn't know what the reaction would be if they saw him bare-assed naked and with cum drying on his face. When he got to the middle of the building, where the CQ desk was, he was relieved that the CQ was away from the desk. He then worried that the CQ, Dave's roomate, Pedro, was then in their room. Luckily Pedro was no where to be seen in the room when Dave unlocked the door with his key, the only thing Sarge gave back to Dave when he left. Dave figured, correctlly, that Sarge would go through his wallet and remove anything he did not want Dave to have access to anymore. Dave went immideatlly to his locker and retrieved his shaving kit. The shaving cream felt cold when he applied it, but he kept shaving his area until all the hair was gone from his pubic area. Dave then got out the jockstrap his mother had given to him for Christmas, thinking that he was glad he never did exchange them for his size. He laid the jockstrap on his bed abd hid the cockring under his pillow. Grabbing his towel, dave headed for the communial showers in the center of the floor. He was glad he had the towel to wrap around himself as Pedro was at the CQ desk when he went to the showers. Dave showered and washed the cum off his face and after drying off, went back to his room to put his cockring and jockstrap on. After doing so, dave staarted to rub hus crotch and in doing so, instinctivlly, sat on the chair to do so. He had jsut stopped rubbing himself, but was still on the chair when Pedro came in to get something out of his locker. Pedro glanced at him but said nothing as he continued to his side of the room, got his item and left. Master Sargent, Part 8 At the end of the day, the Sarge was called up to the Lt.'s office. He went up to the third floor office and started to approach the lt. when he said: "Close the door, Sgt." With that, the Sarge turned around and closed the door. He then approached the Lt's desk and stopped a couple of feet from it. At this point, things changed. "Okay, Lutenent. Get on your knees and crawl over here!" With that, the lt. did as he was told, stopping just in front of Sarge, waiting for his next order. "Shine my boots, lt." Sarge ordered. The slave-officer immediatlly started to lick the Sargent's boots as the Sarge was messaging the officer's ass with his riding crop through his khakies, causing the lt. get even more excited. The Sarge then pulled his boots away from the lt. and told him to stay put. The Sarge then went to the door, opened it and ordered his slave-privates into the office before closing the door behind them. To be continued... please e-mail me with you thoughts on this story.

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 22:21:03 -0400 (EDT) From: Rob Andresen Subject: The Rise of the House of Usher Eric Lord Usher was the oldest of two children born to David Baron Usher and Glyniss Baroness Usher. He was a tall, strapping lad, often compared to His Highness, the Prince in looks, with tousled blonde locks that cast down over dark brows and brooding brown eyes. His brother, Michael Lord Usher was far more plain, his face more chiseled and relying less on looks than brains. But of the two, Eric was the brat. Born to inherit the lands and title from his father, Eric used his looks to take advantage of the local girls and his cousins of the House of Usher. One cousin had already been sent away to boarding school because she refused to give up her professed love for the boy who returned her affections with disdain and ridicule. David Baron Usher knew that his son was not turning into the Peer required of his station in the realm and didn't have a clue what to do about his oldest boy. Part of that came from his own relatively young age, having only been 17 when he married his Lady, the son to arrive a scant eight months later. His second son, however, was more mature, able to placate those who had been abused by his older brother. This despite only having turned 17 last month. Would that Eric had the same maturity at 19, but then David Baron Usher was always a bit of a dreamer. Michael, Mick to his friends and family, had always been the conciliator, the negotiator, the one who tried to solve problems, most of which were created by his brother. But Mick also had a little secret: he was infatuated with his older brother. It wasn't just the idle dreams of a young man wondering what it would be like to become a man. Far from it. Mick had become a man several months earlier and discovered that he preferred the company of men, particularly his brother. Alas, he had never quite tasted that forbidden fruit but the dreams and fantasies remained a constant reminder of his place in the world. He also had thought about his father, the Baron, with evil intent, imagining his father's manhood buried in his throat, his pearlescent liquid pumping from the Lord's loins into his hungry mouth. But like the thoughts of his brother's fleshy staff, they were fantasies that had little basis in reality. Still, Eric kept his younger brother around for much the same reason used by most older brothers around the world: as a ready target for abuse. Today's audience was a young girl from the Lady's side of the family who had come down from London for a weekend at the Usher estate. Her mother was being entertained by Lady Glyniss and the discussion of various familial relations had driven the youngsters out to the garden. In the presence of an audience, Eric proceeded to abuse and harass his younger brother unmercifully until a clearly shaken cousin pleaded with Eric to relent and leave his brother alone. His target somewhat thwarted because of lack of audience participation, he turned his attention to his cousin, calling attention to perceived flaws in her beauty and character. She fled the garden in tears, her erstwhile attraction to the young Lord destroyed by his harangue. The Baron Usher, having overheard the exchange was about to come around the hedge to confront his oldest son when he heard a remarkable transformation overcome his youngest son. "Eric, that was completely rude and uncalled for and you have to apologize to our cousin for your asinine behavior." Michael's voice was rough and filled with an emotion the Baron had not heard from his youngest: anger! "Ah but why should I apologize to that piece of trash from London? She obviously bends over for every boy in town and simply thought I would fancy a similar go at it." "That is not true and you know it. She had a crush on you for years and you took her and crushed her just so you could have some fun!" "And what if I did? I'm the next Baron and I can do anything I want!" "No, brother mine. I think it's about time you found out that you can't do anything you want." Mick threw himself at his brother and quickly wrestled him to the ground where he applied a vicious hold that threatened to pop the older boy's shoulder from its socket. Eric bellowed in pain and demanded his brother let him go but Mick was having none of that. David peered between the hedge bushes and chuckled as he realize that Mick was in complete control of his brother. "You are a rude, obnoxious, son of a bitch, Eric and it's about time you tasted a bit of your own medicine." Mick whipped his belt off with one hand and looped it around his brother's arms, pinning them back behind the boy's back in a painful embrace. David got a wild thrill seeing his youngest son meting out the punishment that he should have given his son himself. This was a true sign of leadership: appropriate punishment. Mick kept his brother on his knees as he stepped around and slapped the older boy across the face. A red mark appeared quickly and Mick added a second one to the other side. Eric cried out and tried to avoid his brother's punishment but more blows landed on the young Lord's face. "You are an arrogant bastard, boy, and you don't deserve to have a title or position. Those things need to be earned! Mom and Dad should never have given you a car or a motorbike until you proved yourself. But then you played them like you play everyone except me. Cause I know you, big brother. I know the things you try to hide from everyone." The slaps punctuated the short speech until Eric's face became almost purple. At that point, David noticed an amazing and embarrassing sight. His oldest son was sporting a rather large erection that threatened the soccer shorts the boy was wearing. He was becoming aroused by the abuse! Mick noticed as well and began making snide comments. "Oh, it looks like the `minor lord' has made his presence known as well. Who would have thought such a pretty boy would have a thing for getting slapped. But there's your pecker, standing tall and announcing your desires to the world! So tell me, boy, do you like this?" Eric murmured, his voice lost in the distance but David saw his son nodding. What was this!? He leaned forward to see if he could hear more and heard his younger son chuckle. "Well, you made a comment about our young cousin bending over for every Tom's hairy dick, let's see if you have the same desires, boy!" Mick pushed his brother over so his face was buried in the soft grass and the moist soccer shorts sparkled in the sun. Mick smacked his brother's ass eliciting a groan from the ground and laughed. "I see we like it on both ends, eh? Well, let's see what you do like, brother-mine." Mick pulled the shorts down to reveal a firm pair of buttocks that were covered in tiny dense ringlets of hair, dark and centered in the cleft of his ass cheeks. David marveled at his son's ass and felt himself getting hard. As he adjusted his own growing member to avoid constriction, he watched his younger son fondle his own rapidly growing love basket. "I think someone has had some experience in this area and wants to try it with his own brother. Have you, boy?" Eric mumbled something into the ground that made Mick laugh. "I thought so. You get off on being humiliated, don't you, big boy? Well, your little bro has something to show you so sit up, bitch." Eric complied, his face still red and grass lodged in his tousled hair as Mick stepped in front of him and pulled the drawstring holding his own sweat pants in place. David gasped as his son's massive throbber came into view, eleven inches of man meat dangling in front of Eric's face. "Taste it, boy. Stick out that tongue of yours and slide some of my meat into your mouth!" Eric bent forward and slid his extended tongue around his brother's cockhead, creamy juices dribbling out the piss slit and onto his tongue. Mick groaned and threw his head back, exclaiming, "damn boy, you sure do know how to make a guy juice himself! Now swallow that head, boy!" As Eric complied, David unsnapped his own pants and let his eight inch whanger loose into the cool air. A clear drop of man jelly oozed down the shaft to nestle, sparkling, in his dense cock bush. David brought his attention back to his boys in the garden and watched in amazement as Eric slid down the entire length of his brother's massive member to rest his nose in the young man's pubes. His older brother began sucking his cock in earnest, the only sound that of Eric's effort at swallowing some of the spit and lube he was working on. David moaned softly as he watched his sons in action, his own meat aching for release. Mick sighed and stepped back, his fuck tool dangling obscenely between his meaty thighs. "All right, boy. You think our cousin bends over for every boy, well, you're bending over for this boy now, ass hole. And I'm gonna make sure that you pay for your behavior today, are we clear?" "Yes, sir." whispered the older boy, his eyes filled with a combination of fear and anticipation. Mick slapped the back of his brother's head, sending him back down to raise his now bare ass into the air. Mick slid the boy's shorts down to the ground and David got his first look at his oldest son's cock. God had been less generous to the oldest son, only seven inches of meat snapped out to throw a rope of cum into the boy's face. Eric moaned loudly as Mick jacked himself and applied some spit for lube. Positioning himself against his brother's sphincter, he shoved forward in a single movement, burying his entire eleven inches in his brother's tight man cunt and causing the boy to cry out in pain. "You got my cock, boy. Feel the pain? This is just s amll payment on the pain you've caused others, asshole. Now feel what it's like to be fucked over for real." With that, Mick began thrusting in and out of the boy's abused pucker, sliding ten inches out before slamming back in to crash against his brother's prostate. Juice flowed freely from the smaller cock onto the ground, puddling into a pool of cum. David began breathing heavily and the sound of Mick's thighs smacking into his brother's ass cheeks floated across the grass. Having watched his boys in performance, he knew he had to add his punishment to Mick's. He drew his pants up as he stood but didn't close them off as he walked around the hedge and into the same small garden the two boys were fucking in. Mick jolted to a stop as he spied his Dad walking around the hedge and he turned a bright red. Eric, not being able to see his Dad coming, whispered to his brother, "keep fucking me, I need you inside me, bro! Teach me to behave!" "I think you need more of a lesson than your brother can provide alone, Eric." The boy jerked his head up to come face to crotch with his Dad. His face turned even more red as he realized the position he had been caught in. But David was going to have his own go at his son. He dropped his pants, revealing his own drooling member and growled at his sons. "Fuck your brother good, Mick. He's got to suck the juice out of my cock while you're working on him and he better do a good job!" Grinning evilly, Mick began sliding his cock back into his brother, eliciting another set of groans as he hit the man's prostate again and again. David pressed his own cock against his son's mouth and slapped him lightly to show who was boss. Eric swallowed his Dad's meat quickly and began polishing his knob with eagerness. They remained there for a while, Mick pumping his brother's ass with almost a foot of man meat, David filling his son's mouth with another eight inches of fleshy delight. On occasion, David let his hands stray to his younger son's chest, the sweat dripping through a light mat of fur that snaked its way down to his massive endowment. "Fuck, Dad, I'm about to spray my load in Eric!" "Fill his ass, boy. Show me the power of your cream! Fill his meager ass!" Mick shuddered and grunted three times as he began filling his brother's ass with copious loads of juice. Cum oozed from the older boy's abused pucker and slid down his ball sac to drip onto the ground. After a few more thrusts, Mick pulled out with a "plop" and milked the last of his spooge out. "Don't let that go to waste, boy. Come around here and let your brother clean you up!" David pulled out of his boy's mouth and exchanged positions with his youngest. He slid his own thick meat into Eric's ass as Mick allowed his brother to lick and clean his own dangling meat monster. David plowed away for several minutes, his own thrusts not sinking as deeply as his boy's but hitting the right spots through experience instead. His eyes closed, he wasn't prepared when Mick slid his hands around his Dad's chest and belly, running his fingers through the dense fur. Mick kissed his Dad on the shoulder and nestled his own wet cock in his Dad's ass cleft. The sensation sent David over the edge and he pumped his load into his son's abused ass. Shot after shot of cum drained into the boy and left David feeling weak and released. Eric grabbed his own cock and jacked twice before shooting a huge stream of cum across the grass to land ten feet away, a ropy reminder of the power of youth. David did a double take and realized that the belt that Mick had used had not truly restrained his son after all. In fact, as he glanced at his youngest son, he recognized an evil glint in the boy's eyes and realized that they had set him up! "Yeah, Dad. Eric and I wanted to get you into our little game and when we knew you would be out here, we thought we could stage things the right way so you'd join us." David shook his head in amazement! "Yeah, I punished Eric about a year ago and every once in a while he likes to go back and play it again. He's still an asshole sometimes but he's getting better. He knows that if he doesn't behave, he doesn't get any of my dick anymore and he's come to need that meat in his ass." I looked over at my oldest son, now standing with his knees stained from the grass. "Yeah, Dad. I'm trying to behave but it's kinda tough changing the way I've been. Maybe now you can help `teach' me!" The evil glint in his eyes mirrored my own and that of his younger brother. "I think we need to make sure you get `taught' well, boy!" I knew the son had truly risen over the House of Usher! So tell me what you think. Email me. Oh, and this one's for David. :) Rob

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Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 23:32:55 -0600 From: n2 sm Subject: Intro to S&M, Part II All the next week, I was nervously awaiting my next meeting with my mystery master. (I'd begun to think of him as a master since I gave myself so willingly to him.) I could barely concentrate on anything that week, other than the great experience I'd had, and what possible things might happen next. His email had told me where to meet him the following Friday evening, as well as what to wear and bring. I was also told that I would not cum or even touch myself at all for the duration of the week. Friday came, and I put on a cock ring, jock strap, baggy mesh shorts, and no shirt, as the email had said. I felt somewhat self conscious about showing off my chest and abs for anyone who might see, especially when I was needing a shirt to conceal the raging hardon in my jock strap. But I could do nothing, I wasn't even supposed to adjust myself, although I'd done so throughout the week, I figured he wouldn't know. As the meeting neared, however, I took his instructions more seriously. I walked back to the hotel, I guess he wasn't into much variety, and walked up to the room. From the outside, I could tell this room was bigger, he must be wanting more extravagance as time goes on. I walked in, as instructed, and stood at the door. He had said in his email that he would come to me when he was ready. I waited for endless minutes before I heard footsteps coming. As a figure entered the room, I became mortified. Here I was in basically just shorts, which were quite tented, and I see my biggest crush from high school. Clearly this wasn't the right room to be in, so I turned to walk out. He quickly walked over to me, and pushed me back onto the bed. Stuttering, I asked, "what are you doing here?" "I had so much fun last week, I figured it'd be fun to come back and abuse you some more." It suddenly hit me that he must have been the one who came back in while I was duct taped to the table. The laugh had been a different person! He laughed as he saw my realization, and that sound only served to prove my theory. I still couldn't believe that I had submitted to this person I had lusted over for so long. And for him to have seen me naked and tied down, it was so embarrassing! As I lay there stunned, he began gathering his equipment for the evening's events. "Did you have fun last week?" I heard him ask. My response was a long time coming. "Um, yeah, I guess....I just didn't think it was... with someone I knew" "Well believe it, and it's gonna happen again. I think we've stumbled across something that works well for both of us, you're willing to take pain and humiliation, and I'm more than willing to give it." Receiving no response from me, he continued, "This could become a very frequent occurrence, it'd be great to have someone like you around. Too bad you didn't ever let me know you were this way back in high school. Now take off those shorts." With only a little hesitation, I complied. It just felt right to be doing what he was saying. "You haven't jacked off this week, have you?" he asked. "No, of course I haven't." "That's good. Get used to it being like that. Now come over here and bend over." I hesitated again, it was just so much different knowing that I was being humiliated by someone I knew. How could I bend over right in front of someone I'd lusted after? I decided there wasn't much choice, so once again I complied with his order. "You're gonna have to work on moving faster than that, otherwise I'll have to teach you to." Saying that, I felt his hands push the now-familiar butt plug in. My cock pulsed at the slightest contact with him. "You really do like that when I touch you, don't you?" he asked as he stroked the pouch of the jock strap. All I could do was moan in response, I was still too stunned by the fact that this hot guy was doing this with me, touching me. He slapped my ass and slipped the collar around my neck again, grabbing it to drag me into the bathroom. "You're gonna clean yourself out now, cuz I don't do stuff like that." I saw the enema bag and realized what he meant. I walked over, filled up the bag, and proceeded to "clean myself out." As I did this, he walked back out into the bedroom. I heard him moving around, but didn't think it would be wise to walk out and see what was going on. After I seemed sufficiently clean, I tidied up the bathroom and sat on the toilet, waiting for what would come next. After a couple minutes of anxious waiting, he came in. "Drink this," he said, "it'll make you less nervous and uptight." I took a sip and realized the high alcohol content of what he'd handed me, but figured it probably would do me some good to be a little looser for the rest of the night. I finished the rest of the drink, and was feeling pretty good. He grabbed my collar and dragged me, willingly, into the bedroom. He dragged me to the middle of the room, then stopped. He kneeled down and grabbed something from under the bed, saying "Now it's time to see just how tough you are." He slowly and seductively removed my jock strap as I tried to rub against his hands. Wrong move. "Don't ever do that, you'll get off when I want you to," he said. An instant later, he slapped my balls and I doubled over in pain. I'd always gone to great lengths to ever keep that pain from happening, and one attempt at pleasure had brought it upon me. He lifted me back to a standing position, tied some string around the base of my scrotum, and cut the string so that it hung at about knee level. I saw him grabbing for something else, and watched as he tied it on the end of the string. The thing must have weighed at least five pounds, and it hung near the middle of my thighs, pulling down my balls pretty good. "This is a three pound weight, we'll start with this and see how you handle it. Since it's your first night with this, I might go easy and take it off if it gets to be too much. I also want to get you started servicing me, that's part of every good little slave's job." Fear overtook me as he said that word. "Slave," I hadn't thought about completely giving myself to him, but then again, I'd be stupid not to want to be with this guy who turned me on both with his looks and intelligence. Still, that was a big commitment, what would happen if I did become basically just his property? I figured I'd speak my mind, "Um, I'm not sure I want to have a slave/master type thing, that's a lot of commitment and I've just barely experienced anything close to that." "Alright," he said, "we'll keep meeting on the weekends, and see what happens. I will introduce sexual services into this, though, it's been too long since I've had any action, and besides, I can tell you want it." That was mostly true, I would do almost anything to be able to see him naked, touch his body, taste him. And it's not like my raging hardon wasn't giving me away anyway. "Now what do you think we should do first?" "Well," I said, "I kind of liked the bengay on my cock and balls, maybe you could do that." Truth was it wasn't the greatest feeling, but I figured it'd be better than what he might come up with. "Don't worry, we'll get to that soon enough. But I have something else in mind for now. Raise up your arms, and spread out your legs." With that, he proceeded to tie me basically spread eagle, but standing up. My arms and legs were tied out to my sides so that I couldn't move them. It was basically like how I was on the bed the week before, but he had access to every part of my body. First came the clothespins, on my nipples, armpits, abdomen, cock, and already hurting scrotum. Even with the alcohol in me, I was definitely feeling the torture he was putting me through. I'd been curious before and tied weights to my balls, but there was always the option of untying the rope and relaxing. I didn't have that luxury this time, and it hadn't sounded like I'd be relieved of the weight any time soon. "You know, I like you having a smooth body, not that I saw you before you were shaved. It makes you look like a little boy, it's hilarious. You'd better get used to it staying this way." "Yes sir." I didn't realize my slip-up until after I'd said it, but it just sounded like the thing to say. "That's what I like to hear, you can and will only call me sir from now on." What had I gotten myself into, first I'm tied up and giving my body to him for his pleasure, and now I have to call him sir? I didn't know if I was ready to be starting something like that, but it was too late. He walked around me, looking at either his job, or my body, I couldn't tell which. I knew where I was looking when he was in front of me, though, right at his pants, trying to imagine what it would look like if they were gone. That was not to happen for quite a while, however. He proceeded to put almost 50 clothespins all over my arms, chest, abdomen, cock, thighs, and balls. It was beginning to seem like he had an almost endless supply. Finally he stopped and stood back to admire his work. He seemed pleased, and I could only wish I was able to see what I looked like. He disappeared behind me and I felt his hands between my ass cheeks. He was pulling out the butt plug, only to replace it with a vibrator. "Let's see how long you last with this in. If you come before I decide to turn it off, you'll regret it." With that, he turned it on. I had no idea how I was supposed to survive indefinitely with this thing in, I had no control whatsoever. Whenever I jacked off, I had done it as fast as possible to feel that great feeling, I didn't know I should have been preparing for a day like this! 'Please let him turn it off quick,' I thought. I felt my orgasm coming as I tried all I could think of to stop it. I was terrified at what would happen if I were to shoot. I knew whatever it was, it would most likely be painful. Just before I reached the point of no return, the vibrating stopped. "Dammit, the fucking batteries must have died. You got of lucky this time, buddy. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to move on," he said. I was glad I was going to be rid of that big thing sticking up my ass, it really wasn't too comfortable in this position. But all I felt was a strip of duct tape being applied in my ass crack over the vibrator. "To keep it in," he answered my unasked question. "Since it's getting late, I'll do one more thing, and then we can get some sleep." That was just what I wanted to hear, I didn't know how much longer I could stay there tied up. He took off all the clothespins and then I felt his hand on my cock and wondered what was going on. Was this another test, was I supposed to hold out again? Again, he answered, "You have a minute to cum, or it's not going to happen for a long time." Normally, a minute would have been more than enough for me, but with the pain, it was going to be close. After almost a minute, I shot, and realized he'd caught it in his hand. "We're not going to be wasting any of this, so it's going to be your job to eat whatever gets shot out." He put his hand in front of my mouth, and hesitantly I licked. After a minute, I had cleaned all my cum off of his hand, and he was satisfied. "Hope you enjoyed that a lot, because it won't happen often," he said as he began to untie me. As he was untying me, he suddenly stopped and said, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot you had wanted some bengay, don't want to disappoint you." I mentally kicked myself, the night could have been over if I hadn't mentioned that. I got some out and slathered it on my cock and balls. Then he ripped the duct tape off my ass, put some up and down my ass crack, and reapplied some duct tape. "Now we're done," he said as he finished untying me. "Take off the cock ring and the rope around your balls, put on your jock strap, and get to sleep." I headed for the bed as he yanked me back by my collar. "See this?" he said, shaking it, "This means you're no better than a dog, and dogs sleep on the floor. The bed is mine. Now get to sleep." "Yes sir," I relented. Much welcome sleep came soon, but it wasn't going to last long enough.

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Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2024 07:14:27 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 6 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, including teens and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Oral and Anal Sex, Master and Slaves, Body Worship, BDSM, Slave Training, and Humiliation. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Characters: * Master Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches long and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles, and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door + Slave David Anderson - Submissive, formerly married to Adam and former Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features stand out. + Slave Adam Anderson - Submissive, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. + Slave Billy Anderson - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body + Slave Jimmy Anderson - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair and green eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. + Slave Mikey Anderson - Son of David and Adam. 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Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org POV slave Jimmy When our dad Adam said that we would end up with our asshole grandfather scared the shit out of me. What that asshole did to Billy and me was horrible. I still have nightmares of what he did! He threatened to do the same to Miky if we didn't do what he said. I hate him so much that if we went back to live with him, Billy and Miky said they would run away with me. However, we are all afraid of living on the street. We're afraid we would end up being whores for some pimp. So, when Dad explains the deal that our neighbor is offering, I know we have to take it. So, I talk my older brother into signing the contract. I know Billy feels the same way. After my brothers sign the contracts and we hug each other, I'm relieved and thankful! I have to tell our fathers right away. I grab the contracts and run out of our room. I see our Dads' contracts on the table and throw our signed contracts next to theirs. When I don't see theirs signed yet, I get nervous that they will back out. I have to make sure they sign it. I know my Dads are submissive like us. I have seen it in them all my life. I also knew from dominating my brothers that they wouldn't resist when ordered to do something especially when they see my hard cock in their face. So, I figure I can do the same to my Dads. I step up to them with my cock in their face and talk to them in the dominating tone I use on my brothers. Sure enough, they cave in like all subs do when faced with a dominant man. I laugh when they shoot a load after signing their contracts. I tell them that they want to be slaves just as much as we do. Then Dad Adam tells us to sign the other two legal documents. I see them crying and I feel sorry for them. So, all three of us hug them. I am not sure why they are so sad but I feel for them anyway. Yet, I'm so happy that we are not going to stay with our grandfather and that we are finally going to be Owned by the same Master. It is what I always dreamed about. I made sure my brothers felt the same way. I can't let another asshole hurt my twin brother or my older brother for that matter. If I am with them I can protect them. Plus, with our fathers with us, I feel we can be protected even more. We're all subs so why not be slaves together? I am so nervous when we wait forever at the front door of our neighbor's house. Yet, when I see our hot sexy neighbor boy open the door, I can't help but stare with my mouth open like an idiot. My dick pulses and my brain gets foggy. I love his body and fuck that cocky attitude makes me want him more. I'll let him bend me over right here if he ordered me. When we enter the house he orders me to strip. I quickly remove my shorts which is all I'm wearing. He walks away telling me I will be naked most of the time. That's fucking hot especially coming from him. In the living room, I kneel naked with my family but my focus is on the hot Master in front of me. When his brother picks up the first collar, I see him for the first time. Holly shit! He's the same, just as hot as his brother. These twins are my Masters? How lucky are we? When it's my time to place my neck in the collar, I'm eager to be collared by my strong hot Master. When the collar is resting on my shoulder it is heavy but comforting as well. A strong sense of relief and peace fills me. It's like nothing I have ever felt in my life! Something strong inside me is telling me this is right, this is where I belong. I cannot explain it. It's my inner self telling me everything will be OK NOW! This goes far beyond any submissive feeling have ever felt. I finally found peace! Master Alex whispers in my ear, "Slave, just wait until we get to school. I am going to fuck you all over that school. You think you are a slut now, just wait until I show you off to everyone. You and your brother will be my prize toys that everyone will want but can't have! I plan on fucking you in front of your swim team and even your coach! Everyone will know I own your ass. Understand me, slave?" I whisper back, "Yes, Master." "Good boy! Now worship my feet." Master pushes me back. I am so embarrassed. I thought I was a slut but Master is going to show me how much of a slut I really am! Everyone is going to know he owns me! My slavery will become public! My face turns a deep shade of red. While Billy and I are serving our sexy Master's feet, his father our owner, tells the story of my asshole grandfather. The story explains so much about myself. Why do I do what others tell me to do without much thought? I come from a family of bred slaves! It's a crazy story but it makes so much sense! It also explains why my Dad David caved so easily to the idea of our neighbor owning us. Why my brothers and I wanted to be Owned for so long? This is what we are meant for, to serve these Masters and be their slaves. After cleaning Master's feet, Billy and I make love to his monster of a cock. It's the biggest cock I have ever seen! I have seen most of the cocks in our school while blowing them in the locker room or showers. Yet, none of them are as big and gorgeous as my Master! Then when Master orders my brother or me to ride him, I couldn't help but volunteer first! I see the look on Billy's face. He is so jealous. My brother is such a cock whore. As soon as our Dads found out we like to be fucked they put us on Perp to keep us safe. I am sure glad they did. We are the biggest sluts of the school. Yet, now I don't want anyone but my Master. I want to feel that cock buried in my hole. Billy and I love the feeling of a big cock opening up our holes. We come to love pain. Even getting high from the pain. It's why we like to paddle each other. I hope our Masters enjoy paddling us. I watch as Billy lubes up Master's cock and then positions it at my hole. I slowly lower myself on his cock for the very first time! Fuck! It is so wide! I look at my father riding his Master's cock and know if Dad can do it so can I! So, I push harder until the head pops into my hole. I moan in pain as my hole is opened wider than it has ever been! I use all kinds of dildos in my hole but nothing this big. Then I feel Master grip my waist and pull me down onto him. I yell out in pain as it feels like my hole is being ripped open. I hold my breath willing my hole to adjust to the monster deep inside me. Tears start forming in my eyes as Dad watches me. I want to ride my Master like my Dad is! So, I focus on relaxing my hole. Slowly the bliss of endorphins starts kicking in as the burning pain lessens. I start riding up and down on my Master's magnificent cock. The pain mixes with pleasure as I ride high and deep. All 9 inches are now going in and out of my hole. I moan out loving this blissful fuck. I never want any other cock except my Master's. I look into my Master's eyes, seeing the bliss he is feeling as well. I hear him tell his dad that my hole is the tightest he has ever fucked. His brother is saying the same thing about my older brother's hole. I then look at my brother and see he is feeling the same bliss as me. We stare into each other eyes sharing a special moment that we will remember for the rest of our lives. I love him so much! In effect, we are feeling the same cock in our holes. Twin cocks deep into brother slaves. There is nothing better than sharing a special moment with your family! My brother, my Dad, and I are sharing this special moment in our family. Tears of happiness fall down my face. I see the same happiness in my brother's and Dad's eyes. I know for sure we found the right Masters to own us. I love my family and my Masters for making this happen. Before Master shoots his load in my hole, he orders, "Bitch, I want to try its brother now!" I moan "Yes Master" as I slow my fucking. Reluctantly, I stop and pull his monster out of my hole. I feel so open, already missing his cock. Billy climbs onto Master's lap replacing me. I line up Master's massive cock at my brother's hole. It looks even bigger close-up. I have an urge to lick it. FUCK! I groan in frustration as I watch my brother's hole open up. Yet, it's amazing to watch! I can't believe my hole opened up that much! I hear my brother groan in pain as the head pops in. Then I see my Master grab my brother's hips and know what is next! I quickly let go of his cock and lean back as my brother is slammed down on the monster. I see the pain that I just felt in my twin brother's face. Then slowly I see it change to a mix of pain and pleasure. I smile knowing he is now going to feel the bliss I just did. Watching my brother feel that same amazing bliss of pleasure and pain is so surreal. It's like deja vu. We share a look of understanding. We finally found the right Masters that we have been waiting for so long. I watch and smile at my brother knowing he's getting the best fuck of his life! I have fuck him so many times but nothing compares to our Master's cock! My cock was just an appetizer for the main course! My brother will no longer want my cock and I don't blame him! I think we will be fighting over who gets our Master first. It is a good thing there are two of them well three if you include their father, our Owner. Our Masters have five slaves to choose from which means 10 holes. They will never have to wait for sex again. I laugh, my family is a harem of slaves for our Masters. This is all made possible by my grandfather's genes passed down to my father David and then to us. At least my grandfather did something good by giving me the submissive gene. I look over at my Dad Adam making out with our Owners hole. Then I look at my Master ass and think, like father like son. Why not? So I lift my Master's legs and push my face into his hole. I lick and push my tongue at Master's hole. Slowly it relaxes and I hear Master moan louder now. I love giving pleasure to my men. I fucked Billy and Mikey because they loved it. Now I lick my Master because he loves it. I am finding out that pleasing my Master gives me pleasure as well. I want to please him so much that I forget all about my hard dick. I pull his ass cheeks apart to get even deeper into his lovely hole. The deeper my tongue gets the louder he moans. This just makes me work harder to please him. Now all our Masters are moaning as their harem provides the pleasure they so deeply deserve. The louder moans must have triggered something because I hear roars and grunts coming from all my Masters at the same time! Seeing my Master's balls shrink and feel his hole tighten, I know my Master is releasing his precious juices into my brother's hole. I feel jealous that Master didn't shoot his cum in my hole. Then I think maybe I can suck my Master's cum from Billy's hole. Master then grabs Billy's head and kisses him deeply while hugging him affectionately. I cannot wait to kiss my Master too! Master Jason comments, "Fuck! Bo, that was the best fuck I have ever had." Master Alex replies, "No kidding! With two bitch working my cock and asshole, I almost passed out from shooting my load! Dad thanks so much for these slaves. I am going to have fun showing them off at school. Having my slave bitch at my becking call is going to be awesome!" Master Jason, adds, "Hell yeah! It going to be the best school year ever!" Master Frank replies, "Yeah boys, have fun with your new toys. Remember slaves need their Masters as much as Masters need them. Use them as much as you want. You have the rest of the summer to train them in the way you want. Mold them to what you want. They will comply with whatever you want them to be." Master Jason says, "I want to make this one my pet, Dad. You know I was heartbroken when we lost Skippy. He will make a good puppy that I can play with. Then he can play with my bone too", laughing at his own joke. Master Alex adds, "Yeah Dad and I want to make these bitches into my sluts and pain pigs. Maybe even whore them out to my friends." Master Frank, "Boys those are all great ideas! Just how slaves should be, whatever their Masters' wants them to be." I think fuck, it's also what I want to be. My Master is reading my mind! I know being a pet is what Mikey wants. We seem to fit into what our Masters want us to be. Like a key into a lock. We are the locks they are the keys that have the control. Master Frank continues, "I am going to make this one my personal assistant and my husband." Both twin Masters say "HUSBAND" at the same time! "Yeah, boys so that when I adopt our slaves so the community doesn't suspect they're really slaves. Then once your slaves' graduate high school, I will divorce my slave husband. It will just be my slave assistance after that. Also, since the ex-husband slave will not be the father of these slaves, I will take over his seat on the school board and city council. I plan on implementing a new program called "Managed Bullying". Where bullies will be paired up with submissive boys who want to be bullied. That way the boy who don't want to be bullied will be free of being abused. Most bullies are either Master waiting to own a slave or slave hiding under being a bully. The program will weed out the differences and find out who is really the dominant and who's the submissive. But in the end, you boys will be able to treat your slaves just the way they should be treated. I figure by your Senior year you will be able to have your slaves kneeling at your feet in the classroom" naked. Over time this program will carry over into the community and Master and slaves will be accepted as mainstream." Master Jason speaks up first, "Holly shit, Dad. That is an awesome idea. I can't wait to have my slaves kneeling at my feet in the classroom naked! It could be massaging and worshiping my feet while the teacher lectures." Master Alex, "Hell, Yeah! That would be awesome bro. Maybe when we go to college we could create a frat house just for Masters and slaves. We could call it Alpha Master Beta or AMB." Master Frank, "Alex that is an interesting Idea. There is an old house that boards the local University that might work perfectly. I am sure I could get it for almost nothing", smiling to himself at the house he is thinking of. "Well, boys I need to put these two slaves to work. Slave David, climb off me and kneel in front of me. Slave Adam, do the same." I see my Dads kneel in front of our Owner. "OK! Listen closely, Slave Adam start dinner for your three Masters. For the slaves make stew from the leftovers that is in the fridge now. Remember, always make enough so there are leftovers to be used for the slave's meal the next day. Slave David go back to your former house and do the following:" 1. Gather up all the slave's IDs, mortgage papers, car keys, and house keys. 2. Write down all the passwords used online including but not limited to all bank, social media, and professional accounts. Then bring them to me. 3. Go through all the rooms and throw away any personal items that once belonged to all our slaves. This includes pictures, keepsakes, toys, etc. Bring back to me all phones, tablets, game stations, and personal assistance devices. Anything else of value it bring back to me as well. 4. Strip all the beds leaving just a fitted sheet and one pillow for each slave. 5. Organize all the clothes and bring them to me. My boys and I will decide what we want to keep for our slaves and ourselves. 6. Take down part of the fence between our houses so you can walk freely between the houses naked. I know you have a private deck area so the neighbor on the other side of your former house will not see you come over naked. 7. Bring back all the food and put it on the kitchen counter. Slave Adam will sort out the healthy from the unhealthy. Then he will through away the unhealthy food. "Now get to work, SLAVES!" I see our dads run off to do as ordered. WOW, our Owner is really stripping everything that once was us! Yet, now that I am a slave do I really care about any of that junk? It really was just filler until I found a Master to serve. I think our new Masters will keep us busy. Master Frank looks at his sons, "Boys you can start training your slaves today. Jason, outside is the old dog house that we had for Skippy. Remember I had you bring it with us from our old house. I figured we would get a new dog so had you bring it. Well, it looks like we have ourselves a new puppy! You can start training your puppy slave outside since our house is fenced-in. Alex as you know we have a full dungeon in the basement. I have been teaching you boys how to use a slave in a dungeon with the rented slave. Practice what I taught you on your twin slaves. I think they will be very good pain pigs and sluts by the time school starts up again. Also, boys when school starts make sure you and your toys get the school homework done before you play with them. I want you boys and your slaves to get A's this next school year. Do I make myself clear?" Master Alex and Master Jason both say "Yes Sir!" "Good remember that. Those slaves will eventually be working for me. So, need them smart and hard-working to help my company be profitable. Now get to training your slaves!" Master Alex and Master Jason say "Yes Sir " again Master Alex whispers in Billy's ear. Billy nods and climbs off our Master's half-hard cock and I see cum dripping out of his hole. I want so badly to lick it up. Master gets up and clips a leach on my twin brother and me. We are pulled down to the basement. As we walk down the steps fear starts to grow.

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Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 14:29:36 -0500 From: J Subject: Changing My Mind 3 This is where I could have just stopped and said to myself, "You know what? This is ridiculous. There's nothing but an anonymous kid -- younger than me! -- telling me to do this stupid thing, and I don't have to do it. There are a million other things I should be doing that would be just as much fun." Every rational fiber in my being told me that I shouldn't go through with Ryan's request, but I had become a slave to my cock, and my cock told me that I had to go through with it. The next morning, I shaved myself for the first time -- I'd read up on it on the internet, and I was expecting rough bumps and bleeding and itchiness, but my razor worked fine and I had no problems. When I got out of the shower, I was as smooth as a ten-year-old. My cock looked young and inferior. I put my cock ring on and slid pants on -- no underwear because I wasn't allowed to wear it anymore -- and walked into town. There was a pharmacy there that sold odds and ends for college students, including Polaroid cameras. I couldn't help feeling like everyone in the store knew I was using the camera for naughty purposes, like to appease them, I'd have to show them evidence of me taking nice, harmless instant photos of trees and stuff. I went walking to Sarah's room from there; I knew she had a class and wouldn't be in. I stripped, got the camera out, and grabbed a black marker from her desk. It took me a while to write the message, both because I had to do it upside down and backwards and because I was shaking from the excitement and danger. I leaned against the bed, finally, and stretched my arm out to get the picture. Just as I was taking the picture, the door opened. It was Sarah. I hadn't heard her footsteps at all, which I was usually pretty good about noticing. She just stopped and stared. I was too mortified to move. Finally, she said, "What the fuck are you doing?" She actually kind of laughed when she said it -- she was in shock, sure, but I guess this kind of answered some questions that had been growing for her. I couldn't answer. I tried to cover myself as best I could, but then I just stopped because what was the point. "Who the fuck is Ryan?" she asked. "This guy," I mumbled. "What guy?" Sarah was incredulous, disbelieving what she was seeing: her boyfriend of six months was naked and hard and shaved, wearing a cock ring, with a message acknowledging his devotion to a guy. I had no choice but to answer, "My master." "Your what?!" "I met him online." "So I've been dating a fucking faggot, then?" "No, it's not like that, Sarah." But of course it was. I'd been turned secretly gay by this man and now I'd been outed by my girlfriend. "Please don't tell anyone about this, Sarah." "Don't tell anyone?!" She laughed real loud and bitterly then. "Look at what you've done to yourself and to me! Of course I'm going to do something to get back at you." And then she slammed the door and disappeared. I was struck by an overwhelming fear just then. I had to escape -- I couldn't handle all of my friends finding out in such a terrible way the deepest, darkest secret of their straight friend. I pulled on my clothing and rushed for my dorm room. I found Ryan online. "You got my picture yet?" he asked. "Do I ever," I responded and told him the whole story. "What am I going to do, master?" "Give me your phone number," he said. I gave it to him. A minute later, I jumped to the ceiling when the phone rang. "Hello?" I whimpered. "Slave, you got a car?" The voice was masculine and confident. I told him I did. "Get in it and drive." He gave me directions to a hotel three states over. It was at least a ten-hour journey. "I'll see you there, bitch," he said, and then I heard the receiver click as he hung up. I raced to my car. It was all the way on the other side of campus -- the college wasn't that big, but it was at least a ten-minute run. I kicked myself for not getting Ryan's phone number so I could call him and let him know I was on my way. When I got to the car, there was a note taped to it. That was weird, I thought. I took the note and looked at it. "Don't you dare leave school, asshole, or I'll call your parents and let them know you're a fucking sick gay slave." Shit, it was Sarah. Motherfucker! My choices were either to be trapped at school and suffer the humiliation of all of my friends finding out from my now ex-girlfriend what a sick pervert I was, or drive away to my master's hotel and risk having Sarah reveal my secret to my straight-laced, homophobic parents. My mind was racing too fast for me to think clearly. Across the parking lot, walking towards a dormitory, I saw Sarah. I knew exactly where she was going; my best friend Scott's room. My heart sank and stopped. I had to stop her. I booked it from my car across the parking lot and the lawn. She had been walking determinedly, but I caught her just as she was entering the dorm. "Please, Sarah," I said, completely out of breath. "Please. Don't do this to me. I know I haven't been fair to you at all and I'm so sorry about that. I should have come out and been honest with you." "Well, you missed your chance at honesty, you idiot," Sarah said and turned to go upstairs. I grabbed her by the arm. "Sarah, Jesus -- " I was so exasperated and I couldn't believe I'd gotten myself into this fucking mess. "I'll do anything. Just don't ruin my life here, all right? I didn't humiliate you in front of all your friends, did I? I know you think I deserve that, but you might regret that decision later." For just a second, her eyes softened, and then they changed from total bitterness to pure evil. "You know what? There is something you can do that'll save you." "Name it." It was the truth; I was willing to eat dog shit if she wouldn't spread what I'd done around campus. "My brother's coming to visit me this weekend." "I didn't know you had a brother." "Yeah, I told you the communication in our relationship sucked. Now, he's a lot younger than me, but he's been blessed with the family horse cock. He himself is tiny -- I don't think he's even hit five feet yet." "How old is he?" "Eleven. Anyway, Dad was telling me about how he's been really unfocused at school and just misbehaving a lot lately, and he thinks it's because the poor little guy can't get off." "So you want me to teach him how to jerk off?" I asked, feeling a little relieved. "Oh, he knows how to do that," Sarah said. "But he needs to fuck a nice tight hole, and since none of the girls his age -- or, let's face it, even my age -- can take him properly, he hasn't had a good outlet. So if you don't want me to tell a soul about this incident, you're going to have to do my brother's bidding all weekend." I felt lower than low. To get my good name back, I was going to have to be the sexual servant of an eleven-year-old boy for a weekend? "Any idea how big this horse cock of your brother's is?" I asked. "All I know is I've seen Dad a few times in the shower, you know, when I was younger, and he's got, like two soda cans worth of cock when he's soft." "You're joking." "I wish I were exaggerating for your sake." She took a step towards the stairs. "So what do you say?" I stared at the ground. "I guess," I mumbled. "What was that?" "I'll do it," I whispered. "Do what?" Sarah was not going to leave this alone until she'd had some proper fun with it. "I'll be your brother's sex slave this weekend." "Good. He'll be really excited about it. Show up at my room by tomorrow at 6. I'll set you up with all the things you'll need, and then I'll pick him up at the train station." I felt goosebumps down my spine, not only because I was going to get fucked by a little boy who apparently had a lot of sexual potential built up in him, but because I suddenly realized that I wasn't going to be able to make it to that hotel. I went to call the number of the place to leave a message for Ryan. That's when I felt worst; knowing that I was letting my master down for my own selfish needs. "Hello, Econo Lodge," said the voice at the other end of the line. "Hi," I said, and then had no idea what to say next. "Um....is there a reservation for a Ryan there for tonight?" I could hear the receptionist become kind of hesitant. "Who is this?" "Uh...I...I just am a friend of Ryan's...and I want to know if he's staying there." "What's this Ryan's last name?" "I don't know." "You don't know your friend's last name?" She heard me be speechless. "What kind of friend is this Ryan?" "Not a very good one, I guess." I'd been searching for an explanation, but I couldn't think of one. "No, I believe you're a good friend of his," she said, which kind of startled me. "But it's a different kind of friendship, isn't it?" "Excuse me?" "Look, I know what's going on. Your friend is a friend of my family, which owns this hotel. I know what you are." My heart was racing, but my spirit drooped. "All right," I said resignedly. "Okay," she said with a smile in her voice. "So what are you?" "You know." "But I want you to say it, or else I won't help you." I sighed. "I'm Ryan's slave." "That's better," she said. "Now, what can I do for you?" "I need to tell him that I won't be able to make it tonight." "What?" she said. She seemed incredulous. "You're not coming?" "No, I can't." "What would make you disobey your master after what happened to you?" Ugh, it was even worse than I'd expected -- Ryan had told her everything. "Well, my ex-girlfriend's got me stuck in a hard place." "I know that-" she started, but I interrupted her. "It's worse. Now I've got to let her little brother fuck me this weekend so that she won't tell my friends about me." "How little?" "He's eleven, but apparently he has a huge cock." "Come on," she said, disbelieving. "How huge can an eleven-year-old's penis be?" This actually made me feel a little better. Sarah never said she'd seen her brother's cock, so maybe it was manageable. Small, even. "I don't know," I said. "But listen, I'm still planning to come to the hotel; I just can't be there until the end of the weekend." "Well, do you think Ryan doesn't have a life of his own? He's not just free all the time to come order his slaves around. He happened to be free this weekend." She sounded pissed, like she was really excited about gay domination taking place in her hotel. I didn't know what to say to that. "Well, I mean, what am I supposed to do? If I don't stay here this weekend, it'll ruin my life. I've never even met Ryan." "Look, I know your phone number and I can easily figure out who you are, so I've basically got the same leverage everyone else does. Everything you do leaves a trail, you know." "So what do you want me to do?" "Well, why don't you give me your address? Perhaps Ryan will come and find you at school." The next morning, I woke up to a knock on my door. I shot up in bed. I had a pretty good idea of who it was and I started shaking uncontrollably. On the other side of the door was the man who'd made me discover my true sexual orientation, who'd taken such unquestionable control over me without ever meeting me. I was so excited about what he could make me do in person. I opened the door, and there stood an absolute vision. Ryan was half-Asian, half-white, but deeply tan. He was wearing knee-length khaki shorts and a white wife-beater. He was leaning on my door frame, his beautiful eyes looking me up and down. He gave me a big shit-eating grin. "Hello, slave," he said. My knees nearly buckled. "Hello, master," I responded in a shaky whisper. "Can I come in?" he asked. I stepped out of the way and awkwardly motioned him into my room. "What are you doing in boxers?" he asked, not even looking my way as he lay down on my dissheveled bed. I hurriedly shed them so I stood there naked -- and uncontrollably erect. "Sorry, sir." He glanced my way and smiled. "Come here," he said. I knew what he meant. I knelt in front of him. He sat up on the bed. He ran his strong fingers through my hair. "You've waited so long for this, haven't you?" He guided my hand to his shorts. I felt the long ripple of his cock beneath the material. I moaned loudly and drew in a large breath. "Take it out. You want your first cock in your mouth now." I blindly tore open his shorts, yanking down the zipper, hungrily shucking his bikini briefs down to his ankles. It was like instinct; I grabbed and massaged his tight ass cheeks and thrust my head down on his semi-hard meat. I forgot everything else that had happened in my life. All that mattered right now was this penis that was quickly enlarging inside my mouth. Ryan's hands forced my head down further on his shaft. "Look up at me while you suck, boy." I did; we locked eyes and I knew I was his forever. "I'm going to cum in your mouth, boy," he told me calmly. "You're going to swallow it, and when you do, your transformation will be complete. You will no longer be curious or questioning and experimenting; you will be my faggot slave and your body and mind will belong to me. Now suck harder!" I went at it with all I had. I took him until my nose touched his pubes, then got buried in his pubes. I felt my lips touch every throbbing vein on his rigid rod as I moved up and down along his shaft. Without warning, he shot load after load of white hot man-juice down my throat. He didn't close his eyes with the pleasure of orgasm, though. Instead, as his cock pulsed out semen, he just looked directly at me through those piercing eyes and smiled. He was my master. I was completely his. Ryan made me lie down on my bed and he drizzled his fingertips all up and down my naked body, sending goosebumps sprawling over wide sections of my skin. "Where's your dildo, slave?" "In the first drawer of my desk beneath my computer, sir," I said dreamily. He took it out. "So this is what's been fucking your ass, huh?" He laughed. "I'll be much better than this." I cooed with pleasure at his assertion. "But it's too bad I won't be taking your cherry." My face fell. "What, sir? Why not?" "Your ex's kid brother's going to get first crack at your sweet hole." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ryan saw the look of despair on my face. "Oh, don't worry, boy. You'll get plenty of fucking from my tool, but I want your first butt sex experience to be as demeaning as possible." He went back to barely touching me all over. "So tell me about this little kid." "I've never met him, master." "Have you been thinking about him fucking you?" "I can't imagine it, sir." "Well, why don't we go over and meet Sarah? Maybe she has some pictures of her brother to help get you in the mood." I was horrified. My new master wanted to meet the girl who I'd dumped for him and a new life? "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir. Sarah's being nice enough to keep things quiet with this deal of hers; I think meeting you might send her over the edge. She'll probably tell everyone about me." "And what makes you think I don't want her to do that?" I stared at him, speechless with fear again. He smiled that cocky smile. "You didn't think I'd drive out here as a favor without giving you any punishment back, did you? Now, get up. Put this on." He pulled a thin leather strip that I instantly recognized as a cock ring. It fit snugly over my cock, which was still stiff in spite of everything, and made my penis and ballsac jut out quite far from my body. He handed me my tightest pair of jeans, which he'd made me buy a few weeks back. These things were nearly skin-tight. When I took them off, it was more of a peeling motion. "No underwear?" I asked. He shook his head slowly. My cock was outlined like Han Solo when he's frozen at the beginning of Return of the Jedi. You could see everything. "Now, hold my hand and we're going to walk to your girlfriend's room." Ryan was cruelly outing me and there was nothing I could do about it. No one could save me from my fate. I knocked tentatively at Sarah's door. It was just barely noon now, but she was awake and ready when she opened the door. She didn't seem all that surprised that there was a man holding my hand when she greeted me. "Hey, slut," she said to me. "Who's this?" I looked helplessly at Ryan. "Tell her," he said. "This is my master, Ryan. Ryan, this is Sarah." "Nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm sorry to steal your boyfriend away from you so abruptly. I didn't mean you any harm." "Well, I suppose it's better it happened this way. Imagine if I'd married him and then discovered years later that he was getting fucked by men on the side?" Sarah was certainly taking this well. "Aren't you mad, Sarah?" "Well, how can I be mad at this guy, you idiot? He didn't know he was doing anything to me. He was just getting you to admit who you were." She turned to Ryan. "I guess you know about my little bro's big weekend with your slave?" "Yes, I do. Sounds like a good time. I'm envious of your brother. I just want you to know that I haven't fucked my slave yet. I'm going to let your brother pop him." Sarah looked at him with a very pleased expression. "That is so nice! Oh, how rude of me; come in and see what I've done with my room in preparation." Sarah's room looked completely different. Her bed was in the middle of her room and she'd tied ropes to each post. Her tall shelf and desk also had ropes on its corners, apparently so I could get tied to it, too. Everything was clean and there was a husky scent in the air from flavored candles. "What's that smell?" Ryan asked. "I recognize it from somewhere." "They're candles with a scent that's suppose to induce horniness." I like what else you've done with the room. This should be a hot weekend for your brother." "Well, I won't be getting him for a few hours yet," Sarah noted. "I've got an idea," Ryan said. "Let's strip the slave and tie him up on the bed and leave him to think about what's going to happen to him." Sarah liked that, so that's what they did. They left me naked and spread-eagled and blindfolded, the sex candles burning. The last sensation that I felt before Sarah and Ryan left together, presumably to plot my punishment, was an intense pressure at my nipples. Ryan had put clamps on each of the tender nubs. "Hope you're ready to get fucked pretty constantly for the foreseeable future," he whispered in my ear. Then he squeezed my hard cock and my master and my ex-girlfriend left together. I lay there forever. The smell of the sex candles started to get to me and I began to hunger for some hot action. I'd gotten over the crippling shambles my life was in now, and all I could think about was cock again. I stayed hard for most of the time I was alone, without being able to touch myself at all, just from the anticipation. Finally, I heard feet approaching. I knew it was them; I could hear one voice that was high-pitched like a little boy. In just a few minutes, my life would be changed forever. Again. The door opened and in came Sarah, Ryan, and Sarah's brother, Sam. Ryan took off my blindfold as I heard Sam exclaim, "Holy shit, sis!" I craned my head up to see what this kid looked like. He was tiny, like a little rat. 4 foot 6 at best. Skin and bones. He had jet black, close-cropped hair, coal-colored eyes and a pale complexion, but dotted with freckles. He looked really excited by what had been prepared for him. I smiled at him awkwardly. I wondered how someone so impossibly small could have such a huge cock. I was so sure it was all a mistake. Ryan told me, "Boy, we're going to leave you alone with him. Remember what you know is true. You are powerless and helpless against big cocks. You love getting fucked and sucking them. Sam here is going to supply you with plenty of reason to devote your life to this pursuit. I would threaten you with what we'll do to you if you don't obey Sam, but I don't think it'll be a problem getting you to behave. I think you're going to do it voluntarily." Ryan and Sarah left again. The blindfold was nowhere to be seen, and I discovered that I was getting turned on by the fact that I'd see everything this little brat was going to do to me. I expected Sam to maybe be appreciate or hesitant -- this was his first time, too. But instead he crawled up over my body and said, "I'm going to fuck you like an animal. I don't think you have any idea just how big my cock is." He got up on his knees so his crotch was in my face and undid his pants. He reached down and pulled out his penis; it was massive! I'd never seen something so beautiful and perfect. I stopped breathing. It was at least ten inches long, but its girth was the impressive thing -- it looked like a forearm! Sam's cock was semi-hard, and he took it at its base and slapped my face with the end. "Yeah, bitch, you love it!" he crowed. His voice was high and scratchy, but oddly seductive. I stuck out my tongue to try and taste some of his meat. He laughed some more. "Jesus, you're so gay! Here, you want some of this beast?" With that, he fed me his cock down into my throat. Had I not practiced on my dildo, I would have choked to death. "Get it good and wet," he said, "because the next place it's going is up your butt!" Indeed, about thirty seconds later, he pulled out and went straight to my ass. I couldn't move at all, I was helpless. But it didn't matter; I wanted him to fuck me with that thing. He didn't waste any time in letting me get used to it or anything; he shoved it in hard and fast. I groaned in pain and then intense pleasure. "Oh, fuck me, man, fuck me!" I cried. His face contorted in ecstacy. My hole was on fire, but Sam's hard fucking was making my own cock lurch and jump. "Harder! Harder!" I wanted this penis all the way in me. Sam's cock was totally hairless, but it was otherwise very developed. I felt each of its veiny ridges as it slid deep into me. It didn't take very long before Sam started yelling out, "I'm getting close! Oh, god!" That, apparently, was a cue. Sarah and Ryan re-entered the room and looked on as an eleven-year-old boy took a new slaveboy's ass. Sarah, of course, had a camera. She snapped a bunch of pictures of just me getting entered and fucked hard. It looked like I was having sex with some big-dicked dude; who would have known that the kid wasn't even in junior high? He came with a loud moan. I felt his juices in places that I'd never felt before. They burst into me and slid all over my insides. "Good job, Sam! How'd that feel?" asked Sarah. "That was awesome!" he said. "Can I try him in a different position?" "Anything you want," my master told him. "He's yours for the whole weekend, anytime you want him."

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Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 01:19:45 -0500 From: J Subject: Changing My Mind 2 A month passed, and every day of that month, I spent an increasingly large portion of my time thinking about and serving my new master, Ryan. Sometimes, he would have me talk with him for hours, late into the night and early morning. I'd have to sit there naked, not allowed to touch my cock, telling him all of my hottest fantasies. After those hours of torture, he often wouldn't let me cum, leaving with a big smiley face in the Instant Messenger box. Other times, he would e-mail me at the anonymous inbox I'd set up just for him, leaving instructions about equipment he wanted me to buy or new rules that I was to live by for as long as he saw fit. Ryan started making me wear a leather cock ring with no underwear all day. I didn't wear tight jeans, but you could still see a chubby bulge in my pants if you looked at all closely. It was pretty embarassing, but at the same time, the feeling of my naked cock against the denim coupled with the thought that I was being commanded to do this made me even harder. I loved nothing more than to see that I had my mail from Ryan -- I knew that whatever he said would force me to become a little more gay, a little more sexual. Sarah had grown more and more frustrated with our relationship. I hardly ever spent the night in her room anymore and when I was with her, she accused me of being distracted. That was the craziest part -- I didn't even know what Ryan looked like, and yet I was fantasizing about his body when I was with Sarah. He'd told me that he had an eight-inch cock, as thick around as a soda can, which dwarfed my own six inches, putting me even more in my place. One morning, I found an e-mail from him telling me to go out and get nicely drunk -- buzzed, but not stupid -- and then find him online. I did just that, and when I came excitedly back to my room, I found him waiting for me. We had a long, hot session. "Fuck your ass, boy," he wrote. I got out my dildo, which felt familiar inside my butt now, and slid it into its home. I'd spent several nights with it in, and I'd even had to go all day with it in once (fortunately, Ryan had allowed me to wear tight briefs that day). I quickly worked myself into a state. "Now take it out," he said. I felt empty and blue-balled. I hovered over the computer screen, waiting for him to tell me to shove the dildo back in. But he didn't. Instead, he told me to get out the Astroglide I'd bought for him. I had to rub it all over my body, using only my fingertips, until every surface was covered. This took nearly an hour. I was shaking with an erotic fever by the time all my skin was slippery and smooth and warm. "Now grab your cock," Ryan wrote. I did -- waves of pleasure rushed through me. I nearly came just from the touch. "Do not rub it!" Ryan warned. "I don't want you to cum." He told me that I had to keep my hand on my cock for 24 hours straight now. I was not allowed to wear any clothes for that period. Every other hour, I was to fuck myself with the dildo for as long as I could stand, up to thirty minutes, without cumming. I was to spend ten minutes every hour slowly feeling myself up with my free hand. I was in such ecstacy from his demands, but unsure of how I was going to last this long. Ryan had not allowed me to cum for the previous week, either, so I'd been denied the pleasure that I so greatly needed. "If you can do this, boy," Ryan wrote, "you will be well on your way to being a hot little fuck-slave." "Oh, sirrrrrrr," I wrote back with my free hand. "Now, what are you?" he asked. "Gay or straight?" "I'm straight, sir," I wrote, "but I'm your little gay sex slave." "Confused is what I'd say you are!" Ryan responded. "Good night!" And he signed off. The next four hours were really tough -- I fucked my ass long and slow, tried my best not to stroke my cock, although the temptation was awfully strong. I could have cum easily, erupted in a powerful orgasm, and Ryan would never have found out. But I couldn't. It would be like letting him down, and it would be cheating. I knew the orgasm coming at the end of 24 hours would be better than this. Oh man, but I was so horny. My whole body started feeling kind of sticky from the drying Astroglide. Despite the discomfort, I remained rock hard -- I guess my master wanted to show me that no matter what, when I thought of him, I'd be erect. So far, he was right. Another weird thing was that the buzz from my alcohol didn't quite wear off; it was kept alive by the sexual energy that I was building up inside me. My head was just as clouded by the thoughts of hot white juice spurting from my quivering rod as they'd been by a few beers. I wondered if this was the effect that Ryan had intended. I fell asleep for a while -- I don't know how long -- and was woken up by the sound of a knock at my door. I bolted upright, my heart pounding and racing at the same time. "Who is it?" I shouted a little too loudly. "Sarah." What the hell was I going to do, I wondered. I was naked, a dildo in my ass, Astroglide shiny all over me, my girlfriend at the door. I could pull something on -- some boxers -- and Ryan would be none the wiser. But something held me back from doing that. "What do you want?" I yelled. "Can I come in?" She sounded irritated that I hadn't opened the door for her already. "No." "What?! Why not?" I kept still, hoping she'd think that maybe I'd gone batty and just needed some time alone. That was a stupid idea. She tried the door, then pounded on it. "Open the door!" I didn't answer. Instead, I started fucking my ass with the dildo real hard, with the same anger and passion she was using to try and knock down my door. I was completely freaked out, but somehow, fucking myself made me forget that I was scared. The only thing I needed to worry about was keeping my hand on my dick for my master and moving that dildo in and out. "Look," I said finally. "Just go away for right now. I'm not feeling right." "Go fuck yourself, you lunatic!" she cried, and then she left, kicking the door viciously. I laughed out loud at that. 24 hours passed, and I went back online with Ryan. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "I have never been more hot than I am right now, sir." It was true; I'd never spent an entire day getting in touch with my body, being nothing but sexual. "Nice," he wrote. "Now what will you do for me to cum?" My face dropped. I'd assumed that after 24 hours of this, I'd have earned the right to cum. But then I remembered that my orgasm was a privilege, not a right. "I'll do anything for you, sir." "Tell me specifically what you'd do, boy." I started wracking my brain for what I could do to possibly please Ryan enough. "I'll shave my pubes?" I wrote hesitantly. "Good. More," he said. Okay, I thought. "I'll wear my cock ring for a week straight." "Getting better. More." "What else do you want?" "I want a picture of you," he said. This was a big line for me. If he had my picture, I was no longer an anonymous cyber-slave. This was big time. "What exactly do you want a picture of?" I asked. There was a pause -- an exasperatingly long pause. With every second, I knew the description of what he wanted was getting worse and worse for me. "I want a picture that shows you, naked and hard, from head to toe. You should be shaved with your cock ring on. Across your chest, you need to have a message written to me. It should say, `I am a slave to Ryan's cock' in big, permanent marker letters." I let out a deep breath. This was how the game was going to go. I was prepared for it. I was getting ready to take the next step. Then he made my heart stop. "And it must be taken in the room of that girlfriend of yours."

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Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 18:29:38 -0500 From: tyler thane Subject: All Dad's Fault (incest, nc, M/t, t/t) All Dad's Fault (incest, nc, M/t, t/t) Chapter 1 I used to love pussy, now I love cock and it was all dad's fault! I'm a 15 year old kid who lives used to live with both his parents but now just my father. I consider myself good looking. I know girls do, as I have dipped my wick in quite a few. Trouble seems to follow me around. That's were dad came in. Earlier in the day, a kid picked a fight with me at school. Being one not to back down, I kicked the shit out of him. His parents called my parents and they were downstairs arguing about me. This was not the first time. My mother was complaining that my dad had to do something. He was yelling back that I was a kid and these things happened to kids. I didn't hear the rest. It was the same old thing so I closed my door to my room and opened some books to study. I heard my father's heavy steps stop outside my door. Forcefully opening my door and slamming it shut behind him, he entered. "Fucking bitch," he spat referring to my mom. At me, he vented, "All because of you. I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget." Grabbing me by the hair, he threw me to the floor. He unbuckled his belt and I thought he was going to beat me. Instead, he dropped his pant, exposing his cock. Stroking it, he leered at me, "You're going to suck my cock and when I cum, you better swallow." He was fully erect. His cock extended from his body a full eight inches. The thought of sucking a cock, especially his cock, made me sick to my stomach. I felt bile rise up into my mouth. He advanced on me and grabbed my hair again, forcing my mouth toward his member. I kept my mouth closed and when it touched my lips, it slid off. That angered him even more. With his free hand, he pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth. He didn't hesitate forcing me onto his cock. It hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Pulling the violator out of my mouth, he thrust back in only this time, down my throat and kept it there. I was gagging, I couldn't breathe. I tried to fight him off but he held my head tighter to him. I was choking. Instinctively, i started breathing through my nose. The gagging lessened. He continued to force my head back and forth on his hardness, each time ramming himself as far down my throat as possible. My initial response was repulsion. The idea of eating cock repulsed me so much that I wanted to bite down to get rid of the "thing" but I was in no position to do anything about it. If I did bite him, I knew it wouldgetr alot worse. I sighed around his rod, accepted my fate. He was grunting as he fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. I was surprised that my mouth and throat adjusted so easily to accept his pole. The feeling of repulsion lessoned and I found myself getting hard. That freaked me out more than his mouth rape. My body was responding to the mouth fucking. I kept telling myself "I'm not gay, I'm not gay" but my dick got even harder. He was really pounding in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was getting close to shooting.I did the same thing when I fucked the girls. With one mighty thrust of hips, he forced all of himself into my throat and shot his man cream straight into my belly, jerking his hips as he spurted and spurted. I came too! I felt the stickiness spread against my underwear. I felt so embarrassed even though he'd never know. My whole body relaxed and he slipped even further down my throat. He pumped a few more times and pulled himself out of me. Standing there, his limp dick, covered with my saliva and his goo, he admonished me that as far as mom was concerned, he had given me a stern lecture and that was our story. He continued that if he had to confront me again, I wouldn't sit down for a week. I assumed that he would whip my ass with a belt. Little did I know that was not what he had in mind. I just nodded. I was in shock. My dad had just raped my mouth, shooting his seed down my throat and I had cum in my pants. I didn't know what was more shocking; the blowjob or my orgasm. I just sat there, the taste of him in my mouth as he pulled up his pants and left. Chapter 2 During the next week, I got a blow job and gave a blowjob. I finally got a date with this girl that I had been pursuing and had convinced her to suck me off. While she was eating my meat, All I could imagine was that I was her, giving some guy head. I concentrated on how she sucked me and the techniques she used. The more she sucked the more I concentrated and lost my erection. She attempted to resurrect me but to no avail. I felt humiliated in presence because I had a reputation as a stud which I knew she would knock down as soon as she got to school the next day. She even called me "limp dick". That night in bed, I beat off, replaying the scene where I was sucking her cock. It was the most intense cum I had ever had and lapped up my boy goo, savoring the taste. The next day in school, I heard girls whisper "limp dick" and then giggle as I passed. I wanted to crawl into a hole. I made it through the day and went to the gym to take my daily run. I ran longer and harder than I ever did. It was late when I got back to take my shower. I heard the showers running so I knew I wasn't alone. The boy had his back to me, his tight ass cheeks and hips moving back and forth. He was definitely beating his meat. I moved to a shower farthest away from him when he turned around. He was in one of my classes but I didn't know his name. His chest and stomach were as tight as his ass. He had let go of his cock and my gaze was glued to his crotch. He was still hard and stuck out from like a flagpole. His was only the third hard dick I had seen; mine and my dads were the others. "What are you looking at "limp dick"" he demanded. "You want some of this" shaking his boy pole at me. I was mesmerized. Something in me made me nod and walk over to him and fall to my knees with out taking my eyes off his cock. "Jesus, you really do," was all he said, amazement in his voice. I'm sure he expected me to respond in kind. I graqbbed his dick and I stroked him, feeling the veins under fingers. He leaned back against the wall, allowing me do what I wanted. A drop of precum had emerged from his pisshole and I licked it. It tasted salty. My dick own dick rose to the occasion . I took just the head into my mouth and bathed it with my tongue remembering how my date did it. I was hot, my dick was as hard as it had ever been. I was amazed at the lust I felt as well as the overwhelming desire to eat this boy meat. Moving my head forward, I slowly took more and more of him in my mouth. I felt him hit the back of my mouth. My throat opened as if by magic and allowed him to pass. My nose hit his belly, his bush, tickling my lips. Remembering how my date did it, I puckered my lips and slowly withdrew. By the time he was halfway out of my mouth, his knees got weak and he was whimpering. When he was fully out of me, I licked the head and engulfed him fully again, repeating the process over again. I was so focused on what I was doing that the only things I was aware of was his cock and my mouth. I sucked him in and out, picking up speed each time. Somewhere along the way, I had grabbed my own cock and was stroking to the movements of my mouth. "Sweet jesus" he cried and I tasted the first squirt of his boy goo. Holding just the head in my mouth, I frantically stroked him. Liquid poured into my mouth forcing me to swallow as fast as I could. When there was no more boy juice to swallow, I bathed the head with my tongue, lapping up any goo that had escaped me. Letting him fall out of my mouth, I stood. Grabbing his now shrunken dick and squeezing, I told him that if he told anyone, I would tell everyone that I caught him beating off in the shower crying a boy's name. He just nodded. I let him go and he hurried out of the shower. I finished my shower, stroking myself to an orgasm as I relived the blowjob in my head. What can I say? I loved it!!!!! Chapter 3 Little did I know that it wasn't the only blowjob of the day I was to give. I was up late cramming for an exam the next day. My parents had gone to sleep a little while earlier when I heard them arguing. I heard their muffled voices and a door slam. My door slammed open as well and dad stormed into the room, naked. "From now on, when that bitch doesn't open her mouth, you will, you cocksucker" he spat. He was on me in two quick steps reaching his hands for my head. I parried his hands and in the same motion grabbed his cock and started stroking him. The look of shock and surprise on his face was a "Kodak" moment. Bending slightly, I took him my mouth. He was bigger and thicker that the kid in the shower and he smelled like a man. My cock tented my pants. "So you like sucking daddy's cock. eh boy? I must of left a better impression than I thought" he said chuckling. I wasn't going to tell him about the shower scene and besides my mouth was full of man meat. I again used the technique as I had on the boy. Taking him fully down my throat, I applied suction and slowly pulled my head back. "You've been practicing? I didn't respond, I just nipped the head of his cock. Playfully this time, he slapped at my cheek "You like daddy's cock?" moaning. I just applied more suction. "God, your better that any girl!" I could feel myself leak. I sucked him for all I was worth. Again, it was just my mouth and a cock. Swallow, suction; swallow, suction; my mouth moving on and off his cock. Before I knew it, he tensed and exploded in my mouth. His man juice hitting the back of my mouth with such force that it flowed back out of my mouth down my chin and into my lap. It fell right on my jean covered dickhead and I exploded into my underwear. I was sucking for all I was worth, gulping down his man seed as fast as possible. I felt him go weak in the knees but he caught himself. I seem to have that effect when I give a blowjob. He stopped cumming and pulled himself out of my mouth. In his best Arnold Swartzenager, he said "I'll be back" and swaggered out of the room closing the door behind him. I sat savoring his taste for a long time then went to bed. Chapter 4 A few days went by and trouble reared it's head like a bad penny. I had an argument with my mother and I blew up, storming off to my room. Within minutes,My dad slammed into my room. He started to undo his belt and I figured I had to give him another blowjob which made me erect. Instead, he said, "Well boy, now that you know you're a cock sucker, how would you like to be a pussyboy too?" It was a statement not a question. Grabbing my hair, he flung me towards the bed telling me to take off my pants and bend over. Seeing the venom in his eyes, I complied. Using the bed as a cushion, I looked over my shoulder. He had taken off his pants and was stroking himself, his eyes On my boy ass "No, please don't" I cried in my head. He was going fuck me in the ass. Stuffing my cum stained underwear in my mouth, he put his hand on my back, holding me in place. My anus, instinctively, tighten. Then he struck. He forced himself up my ass and I screamed into my gag. I felt like a pole was shoved up my ass and he only had the head of his dick in me. Thrusting again he fully impaled me on his cock. I screamed again. I wanted him out of me. Instead of a pole, I felt like a column had been shoved up my ass.My body responded by pushing back trying to force him out of me. Instead, it just spurned him on. He fucked in and out of me. The pain was so intense that tears come to my eyes. He moved his hand to my hips and then really started pounding me. I bit down on the underwear and tasted my own cum. I was being fucked and nothing in the world would stop it. Realizing my fate, I tried to relax and accept the hard cock sawing in and out of me. The pain, immediately, lessened and I started breathing again. I just lay there getting pounded.My asshole opening and closing around him. Stilltrying to force him out of me with my asshole, I kept tightening and loosening my anus. Suddently the pain had stopped to be replaced by a sensation of pleasure, His cock suddenly felt so good in my ass. My hips rose to meet his fucking and I was moaning into my gag. "I knew you'd like it, pussyboy. Your ass is mine! He continued fucking me, pulling cock almost out of me and slamming back in. The pleasure intensified and intensified. It go so intense that I couldn't stand it anymore! I shot my boycream onto the bed beneath me. I went limp. I just lay there as Dad continued to pummel me until his hips bucked and he deposited his semen into my well fucked ass. Pulling out of me, he put on his pants and headed for the door. As he closed the door, he whispered "see you soon, my pussyboy." Spitting the underwear out of my mouth, I whispered back, "I hope so" Chapter 5 After that, every night, I expected him to appear at my bed. I stayed awake until I was sure that he wouldn't be coming then turned over and went to sleep.Finally one night I heard him fighting with my mom again and knew he would visiting me. With anxiety and lust, I got out of bed and knelt on the floor, my ass pointed at the door. I wasn't disappointed. Entering, he chuckled, in his hand a jar. "Get on the bed, on your back. I want to look at you as I fuck my pussyboy" Scrambling to the bed, I lay back, my ass hanging over the edge, my legs spread as wide as possible. "Good pussy, you know your place and with a hard-on, no less." I was embarrassed. I had been waiting for him to fuck me again and it showed. Moving between my legs, he applied whatever it was in the jar to his rigid member. Grabbing me by the ankles, he raised my legs up and out. I felt so exposed. "Put me in, pussyboy" Reaching down, I grabbed his cock, understanding what the jelly was for and placed it against my hole. I felt so humiliated and excited. With one quick stroke he was in me. A groan escaped my lips. He fucked me hard and fast. Pounding in and out of me, not caring about me, just his own pleasure.. I was panting like a bitch in heat. It felt so good. When he rammed into me. it felt like his cock reached my belly. I wanted him to hit my belly everytime. I felt so full. I wanted to feel him in my belly with every thrust and when he didn't I bucked my hips trying to force him there. I was so hot, so filled with lust that I grabbed my cock started to beating off as he slammed me. "So, pussyboy, you can't get enough of my cock". He was hitting my belly with every stroke. "yes" i screamed and shot my boy juice all over my chest. I stroked my self even harder, squeezing every last drop out of me. This was too much for him and I felt him coat my insides with his jism. Fucking into me a few more times, he pulled out of me, letting my legs fall with a thump. I just waited, limply for the comment to come. I wasn't disappointed "You're ass is mine now, pussyboy, whenever and wherever I want" And he was right. Chapter 6 I stayed out of trouble but my father continued fucking me almost every night and I was always ready. I continued to date girls but my heart wasn't in it. Instead I would undress the guys wondering what their cocks looked like. It was a Sunday. My mom had gone out shopping and we were watching the football games. Unzipping his fly, dad pulled out his cock and stroked it, My mouth watered. Our relationship had change so that the simplest gesture tuned me into his pussyboy. In a flash, I had his cock down my throat. Like my ass, I needed him in my mouth. I had been horny to begin with so I was really sucking down his root when the door opened and mom came in. She dropped what she was carrying and rushed upstairs.Pushing me off him, dad raced up the stairs. I could hear his voice but not hers. Then she stormed down the stairs, a suitcase in her hand and left, slamming the door after her. She never came back and that night I slept in dad's bed. And every night after! tylerthane@yahoo.com (Comments/suggestion always welcome.)

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Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2002 09:25:05 -0800 From: Shawn Webb Subject: The Frat Control Experiment, parts XVII-XVIII The Frat Control Experiment Parts XVII-XVIII by: webb025@hotmail.com Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this. This is the continuation of the story begun in Parts I-XVI in five earlier files. You'll have much more fun with this if you read those parts first. Now I'm REALLY running out of ideas for keeping this thing fresh... XVII. "Sorry, man, I don't know why -- unghhhh -- I'm doing this," said Rob, as he tightened his elbow's grip around the neck of his fraternity brother Preston, on the carpeting of the assembly room of the Tau Epsilon house. Tau Epsilon was the prototypical "dumb jock" frat which specialized in those on athletic scholarships with low academic expectations. "Unhhh... It's... unhhh... OK, man, unhhh... can't help myself... unhhh..." gasped Preston, as he struggled with all his might to release Rob's iron grip. His long legs, muscles flexing, probed for a weakness in Preston's position, found one, and he flipped Rob over. Soon Preston had Rob helplessly pinned under him, to the accompanying cheers of the others in the room. At that moment, both Preston and Rob stood up, eyes glazed, and walked over to sit on the floor at the feet of Preston's happy younger brother. All around the room, similar matches were taking place as part of "Little Brother Appreciation Weekend." Of all the frats on campus, Tau Epsilon had the greatest number of members with younger brothers 14 and older -- there were 26 such members -- and the TE leadership, after a few visits from the Grand Master's older brother who was also president of Sig Lam, decided to use frat funds to fly or bus in all the little brothers that would accept the invitation for the event. With such generous terms, nearly all the little brothers that were contacted did accept. "Little Brother Appreciation Weekend" had been arranged by the GM's older brother as a tribute to his own sibling, and to demonstrate to him that he was creatively worthy of his responsibility as second in command. Once everyone had arrived, the opening session began in TE's downstairs assembly room. The entire group of big and little brothers was provided Kool-Aid and subjected to the standard induction by the GM's brother. About half and hour later, to test their readiness, the brother had ordered everyone to change right there out of their clothes and into the official uniform of the weekend, which was a tight black Speedo one size too small that each was to find in a bin. These had been purchased with frat money for all the participants. No one had batted an eyelash when the change order had been given, and everyone made the change completely un-selfconsciously. Obviously the GM's brother had learned over time how to perform a first-rate induction. Once the group was ready, the Grand Master himself made his entrance, and stepped onto the podium. He proceeded to explain the rules: for the entire day, while inside the Tau Epsilon house, each younger brother had complete physical control of his big brother. They could use them as their puppet "players" in a game of domination: anyone their brother could establish physical control over would also become one of their players. The two boys that gained control of the most brothers would win "freedom of Tau Epsilon", allowing them to come back and boss around the frat members any way they liked, provided they did no permanent damage to them. The rest of the participants would forget that the event had ever taken place. And so the wrestling matches had begun, with the losing brother changing teams after each victory. So far, the biggest "stables" were being assembled by 16-year-old Dino Rizzo and 17-year-old Patrick Connell, whose big-bruiser brothers were the biggest, strongest muscle jocks in the frat. As their slave player collections grew, Dino and Patrick had to make decisions on match-ups of their secondary players to give their own big brothers a rest once in awhile. They had great fun using the bigger, older frat members as their toys, as in a game of marbles, to capture more and more toys. While all this was going on, upstairs a very different scene was unfolding. Two of the visiting younger brothers had spotted each other as gay from the very start, seemingly the only two who were. After the matches had begun, they had quietly slipped out of the assembly room with their older brothers, and up to Vince's brother's room. As Vince and Jimmy held hands and looked into each others' eyes, each described out loud what he wanted to do to the other, and immediately their straight older brothers, to their horror, found themselves forced to act out their little brothers' fantasies wholeheartedly. "Oh, man, I'm going to shove my tongue down your throat and kiss you forever," moaned Vince, and instantly Vince's brother was forced to shove his long tongue down the throat of Jimmy's brother as the two straight frat boys engaged in a long, sloppy kiss. "Mmmmm, I really want to suck your cock through that Speedo and get it hard," said Jimmy, and of course his brother soon found his mouth "hoovering" around the front of the Speedo hugging Vince's brother. After a few minutes, Vince said, "OK, it's hard enough, now I want to plow your ass as long and hard as possible!" Vince's brother stood, stripped off his Speedo, positioned himself behind Jimmy's brother, and began to give him the first assfucking he had ever received in his life. As they watched their playthings in action, Vince mused, "Man, I'd give anything to win that prize. Imagine coming back here and using all those big jocks as our personal fucktoys. Did you see how that tight Speedo on Dino's brother was making him semi-hard, and how he was having quite a time keeping that huge cock of his from poking out of it? All wasted on a room mostly full of straight guys. No, no, do it faster, in, out, in, out," this last to his brother, who looked up fearfully and then was forced to increase the pace of his cock's pistoning. "Yeah, but there's no way we can win. You saw those guys downstairs, especially Dino's and Patrick's brothers. I mean, my bro here is a swimmer and pretty strong, but in sheer size and strength he's no match for those football and basketball dudes downstairs. Neither is yours. Looks like we're doomed to forget this incredible day. Okay, bro, get ready to cum BIG when you feel that big cock cum inside you." "Unless, unless. I'm thinking. There's GOT to be a way to do this, it's the biggest opportunity of our lives so far, we can't miss it. OK you guys, it's time -- CUM NOW!" Immediately, both straight frat brothers came at their brothers' commands. Load after load spurted out from their helpless controlled cocks. When they had finished their last spasm, they pulled apart from each other in revulsion. "Now, now, is that any way to treat your fellow love bunny?" said Vince. "You've got cum and sweat all over each other, and I think you should lick each other clean, don't you?" "Yeah," added Jimmy. "And pay special attention with your tongues to any nooks and crannies where cum or sweat might be hiding -- armpits, crotch, behind the ears, between the toes, in the asscrack, anywhere. And if your mouth starts getting dry, there's plenty of cum on the floor to moisten it with." The two older brothers drew together, each one's face in the other one's groin, to begin their intense tongue cleaning task. As Vince watched the brothers' desperately intense tongue-probing performance, the idea dawned on him with the proverbial suddenness of a lightbulb going on. "I'VE GOT IT! We're going to WIN this thing!" Jimmy was startled. "But how?" Vince explained his idea, and Jimmy lit up immediately. "I think you're right. I don't see why it wouldn't work. It follows the rules exactly..." Once their brothers had finished cleaning each other up and were back in their Speedos, they were given their instructions, and all four went back down to the assembly room. By this time, the brothers of Dino and Patrick were cleaning the floor with their last opponents, and Dino and Patrick were high-fiving each other, ready to claim the victory, and the "freedom of Tau Epsilon" that would come with it. Soon, Dino's brother had completed the pin to claim Dino's last slave, and less than a minute later, Patrick's muscle bro had taken the very last remaining frat member for his kid brother's collection. At that exact moment, Vince's brother stepped forward and grabbed Dino with one arm, and put his other hand around Dino's mouth before he could cry out. At the same time, Jimmy's brother did the same with Patrick. Since neither could call for help in time, their slave packs just sat staring for the thirty seconds or so it took Vince's and Jimmy's big brothers to completely subdue a totally surprised Dino and Patrick. The flailing young guys were no match for the larger college athletes. once pinned and released, their eyes glazed over and they came and sat at the feet of Vince and Jimmy, soon followed by their respective slave packs. Vince and Jimmy had triumphed. Vince had Dino's brother walk up to him and stand at attention, and Jimmy did the same with Patrick's brother. "Get hard!" commanded Vince, and immediately, without even being touched, the Italian's huge cock began to grow impossibly beyond the bounds of the Speedo that failed utterly to contain it. Much the same thing happened with Patrick's brother at Jimmy's command, his cock growing from a bright red bush of pubic hair that became visible as his Speedo was brushed easily aside. "Well, I think I know who's going to be giving the performance of their lives the next time we come here," commented Vince, with a satisfied sigh. At that moment, the Grand Master came in the door, applauding. "Great work, you guys. A perfect example of nonlinear thinking. I knew you could do it, of course. Why do you think I let there be two winners? One for each of the fully out gay younger brothers. Oh, there are a couple of other gay boys here, but they haven't fully accepted it yet." Flush with victory, Vince beamed, and found the courage to ask, "Just out of curiosity, why are you doing this?" "Well, if you don't like this idea, you won't remember it when you leave, so I can tell you. I already fully control three other fraternities at this school, and several sports teams. I'm trying to expand my reach, but there's only one of me, well I guess two with my brother, and that just isn't enough to keep expanding and reinforcing the control. I'm looking for truly motivated helpers that are smart enough to be part of my team. I think you can see that the rewards are incredible. So what do you think?" "But we don't live around here," noted Jimmy. "Well, I'm sure Dino's and Patrick's brothers could give you the use of their rooms while they slept on the floor. In fact, I think those two could become your full-time slaves if you'd like. They're both here on football scholarships, so their time could be evenly divided between football practice and seeing to your every need. After all, they're not expected to do much in classes. They won't provide much in the way of mental stimulation, but they've got the full collection of orifices to be used. They're also strong, so you could pose them around the room and use them as furniture, say as a chair, a desk, or a footstool, and they could hold that position for hours without moving. A bit of work for their muscles, but after all, that's what they're here for, isn't it?" Vince savored the possibilities... and yet... "But we haven't finished high school." "I'll bet once I show you some of my methods we could enlist your brothers to help 'convince' your parents to let you take a year or so off before finishing high school. But if you prefer, each of you lives near a sizable college -- see, I've done my research -- and those colleges each have chapters of one or more of my fraternities. We could use that connection to introduce you, and see if you can take control of the local chapter near home while still going to school. If you pass that test, well, who knows how far you could get. "Think about it. In the meantime, come back anytime and enjoy the 'freedom of Tau Epsilon'. You've earned it. And when you're ready to get these two big guys into action," he said, indicating Dino's and Patrick's still-erect, posed-statue-like brothers, "I'll want to stop by and see what you come up with." "How do we get in touch with you?" "Don't worry, I'll know exactly when you come by here next. These Tau Epsilons may not know that I exist, but they all know when to call me. OK, let's clear everyone's minds, replace their memories with those of a normal friendly family weekend, and send them home. I'll show you how." XVIII. "Over here... get a load of this!" Cory hissed to his friend Bart at the burger joint. The two 16-year-old friends, plus Cory's extremely tall and lanky 17-year-old brother Ken the assistant manager, Hal, and Billy were working the afternoon shift. Hal, 22, with a face that was model-like handsome atop a wiry body with a slight build, was the former president of the Gamma Kappa fraternity, an academic star who, oddly, had dropped out of school a month before graduating and given up his medical school acceptance to work at the joint. Billy, 16, freckled, short and young-looking for his age but with a domineering attitude, was the younger brother of Brooke, the current president (and absolute master) of Gamma Kappa, on loan from Sig Lam, the fraternity that now secretly 'owned' GK. Hal had annoyed Brooke during the Sig Lam takeover of his fraternity, so Brooke had programmed a few changes into Hal that completely altered his life. It was the relatively quiet period long after normal lunch hours, but before anyone came in for dinner. Most of the team was on clean-up duty, while Ken waited at the counter for any customers. Bart came over to the men's room door where Cory had called him. Cory cracked the door and they both looked in. There, on his hands and knees on the floor, scrubbing the tiles with a toothbrush, was Hal the former GK president. His pants and underwear had been pulled down to his knees. Standing over him, with an Osiris sneaker firmly planted in his buttcrack, was Billy. As Cory and Bart watched, little Billy roughly probed Hal's asshole with the tip of his sneaker while Hal scrubbed. Suddenly, Billy snidely remarked to Hal, "You missed a spot," and applied pressure with his sneaker, causing Hal to sprawl flat on the hard floor. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir," said Hal, looking fearfully up at his tormentor. Cory let the door shut. "Incredible. Something way weird is going on with those two. You've seen how Hal always acts so submissive around Billy, but till now I never saw how far it goes when they're alone. This sure seems to confirm my theory that something big is happening over at the university. I mean, why else would Hal drop out like that and come to work here, under the thumb of Billy?" "Maybe he's just a perv that gets off on getting pushed around by other guys," opined Bart. "Maybe, but don't you think it's a pretty big coincidence that the guy that's pushing him around just happens to be the little brother of the guy that took his place as frat president? And there's more: last week I ran into Louis Ducros coming out of the RTR house on frat row. You know him from our gym class? He's a sophomore, metalhead, another non-athlete like us. He seemed taken aback to see me walking by, and quickly came up to me to ask me not to tell anyone where he had been. I agreed, but only if he would tell me what he was doing in there. He was VERY reluctant to tell me, and I had to threaten several times to tell everyone where he had been, even though I had NO idea why he was so concerned about anyone knowing. He then told me an incredible story, about how everyone at RTR was ranked by cock size, from the president on down, and he bragged about how he had several personal small-dicked college slaves in there to use whenever he wanted. He went on and on about what went on in that house. I just naturally assumed he was telling me a completely bullshit story, but then I got to thinking. "The whole thing reminds me alot of a friend I had at school a couple of years ago, Dennis Lang. We met in the seventh grade, and we hung out together because we were never popular at school, too geeky, too weird, too smart for our own good, I guess. Later we discovered we were both gay, and though we experimented a bit with each other, we really weren't each other's type. We both liked muscled older dudes, and we would spend hours comparing fantasies involving guys over at the high school, usually the star athletes. Nothing much unusual happened until our last year of junior high. "That year, when we were 13, we took control of our older brothers. Dennis had somehow gotten hold of a drug of some sort from his dad's lab that made people more than normally suggestible, and according to him, when you used the right hypnotic methods along with the drug, once you made the suggestions they went in deeper and lasted longer than any previous drug. I don't know how he got hold of the stuff with no one noticing, or how he got a steady supply. Now that I think about it, he probably used it on his parents to help him get it and cover his tracks. He even gave me a good supply, which I've used ever since to keep control of my brother. His obedience has gotten so built in and natural, though, that I don't have to reinforce him often. "Our brothers used to pick on us, nothing really bad, just normal big brother stuff. But it was still humiliating being pushed around. It was worse because we're gay and our brothers aren't. I remember the hot summer day at Dennis's house when he first showed me what he had done. I got there early because we had plans to head for the county fair. We were going to take the bus over, but Dennis called his older brother Jeff into his room. I was surprised when Jeff came -- he wasn't exactly in the habit of doing what his punk little brother told him to do -- and I was even more surprised when Jeff agreed to cancel the day he had planned with his girlfriend to drive us to the fair. Dennis even asked him for $20 and without a moment's hesitation he took out his wallet and gave it to him. Dennis then ordered Jeff to go back to his room and wait for us, and Jeff just turned around and walked out the door. "I was amazed. Dennis explained what he had done, and asked me if I wanted the same service from my own brother Ken. I thought for about one second and then said sure. Dennis said that after the fair, he would have Jeff take us over to my house to begin work on Ken, and he would show me what to do. I can't tell you how excited I was to begin the process of converting the big goof from my biggest annoyance to my helpless servant. By the end of the summer, he did anything for me, and my slightest whim was more important to him that anything in his own life. Our parents thought it was just great that we were now getting along after years of one-sided fights. If they knew what was really happening they wouldn't have been so happy. "Dennis and I experimented on our brothers for a few months to figure out dosages, how long the stuff lasted, how well it worked with which hypnotic methods, and how far we could go with the commands we gave them. Once we learned pretty much how things worked, Dennis suggested we move on to bigger things. We sat around and compared our fantasies, trying to come up with something way kewl. By now we were 14 and starting our freshman year of high school, and our hormones and fantasies had grown quite a bit. What we finally did was, we spiked the water of the varsity soccer team just before practice ended, and once the drug kicked in about when they had finished their showers, we went back in and... Wow, I'm getting hard just remembering all this! We 'programmed' them so that at a command from either of us, they would all become horny puppies, crawling on all fours yipping and yapping, sniffing and licking each others' crotches and asses. When we snapped them out of it, they didn't remember anything. When I got home that afternoon, I spent HOURS jerking off, thinking of the sight of the team crawling over each other like that. "When we went back a week later and hit their water again, Dennis clearly had a plan to move the project along. He had them recognize us as the 'alpha dogs', and put the team in charge of its two senior co-captain 'beta dogs'. Those seniors were muscled and gorgeous -- one had the most beautiful, powerful ass I had ever seen -- and in their normal lives they had real commanding leadership attitudes which earned the respect of the entire team. But when we would put them in 'dog mode', we would stand there, our somewhat skinny freshman bodies at attention with our hands on our hips, and these beta 'muscledogs' would crawl over to us and sniff and lick our feet, crotches, and asses. As a sign of their submission, they would whimper as each of us powerful alphas placed a foot on the neck of his beta, claiming his total obedience. You can imagine what they would have done if they consciously knew any of this was going on -- they would have beaten us to a pulp -- but in dog mode, we were their godlike superior beings. "We then used the betas to arrange a hierarchy of the whole rest of the team; with just a few yips and yaps, they communicated who commanded who, who sniffed whose butt. I remember the 'runt' of the team, a freshman like us, who ended up licking a lot of asses, since anyone had the right to make him do it. "Two weeks later, Dennis came in with another brilliant idea. He made the players unable to cum without his permission, which of course made it impossible for them to cum except at the practice that we snuck into once each week. Can you imagine what that did to those poor guys? No matter what they did the rest of the week -- jerking themselves off, or hand jobs or blow jobs or even sex with their girlfriends -- they could NEVER cum. It must have driven that group of guys nuts, I mean, imagine your sexual frustration increasing day by day with no way to release it, and having no idea why it's happening. Then without knowing how, they would get their release after practice on that one day each week. I can tell you, that idea of Dennis's REALLY moved up the testosterone level at our command performances. They would blow huge quantities of cum all over the locker room at the first sniff or lick of their cocks by a subordinate dog. That lesser dog would then have to lick up his superior's cum from the floor or anywhere else it landed. "A couple of weeks after that, Dennis's cruel streak came out even more. He changed the situation so a team member could only cum while fucking a subordinate puppy's ass. Since the freshman runt had no subordinate, we let him cum when the last guy fucked him. Now remember, these are mostly straight guys, they're not getting pleasure from being fucked, but they're obedient to their superior dogs, and the once-a-week release is so wonderful when they get to fuck their subordinate that they're learning to love it, even crave it. Subconsciously, of course. "Outside of practice, we began to notice that the team's puppy ranking relationship had started to carry over into their regular lives. Those who were higher-ranking puppies while in our hypnotic control started expecting and getting favors from their subordinates -- rides, money, car washings, even use of girlfriends -- when not in our control. Dennis thought this was the hottest thing, even hotter than our weekly use of our muscular betas for our own pleasure. I really enjoyed the sex; before all this I had really had none to speak of, and now each week my senior beta musclepuppy would come up to me on all fours, tongue hanging out while I petted him, totally eager to please me in any way. Dennis was clearly more into the control; having a locker room full of athletic guys under his complete command was the biggest turn-on for him. "When the season was over, the team's practices -- and drugs and reinforcement -- ended, and we generally left them alone. But once in awhile, Dennis would walk up to the senior who had been his personal beta dog and, right in front of his senior friends, ask him for outrageous favors, like having him give up a weekend and drive Dennis to visit his aunt and uncle 500 miles away, or asking him to give Dennis money for expensive skating gear, and the guy would go pale, but he'd agree to do it, right there in front of his friends. I'm sure he had no idea why he was agreeing to it, except this respected senior leader mysteriously felt leftover fear and respect for this skinny freshman." "Wow, incredible. I'm getting WAY hot just hearing the story." "Well, that was nothing compared to what Dennis did to the school's basketball team the next term --" "Wasn't that the year we went undefeated during the regular season?" "Yup, and it was no coincidence. Dennis had obviously thought long and hard about what to do before the season started. Instead of directing all the action, he actually decided to leave it up to the players to decide how to provide our entertainment. When we spiked their drinks the first time, he gave just three orders. First, he ordered the team never to notice either of us in the locker room. Second, he completely convinced the team that success on the court would come only by inflicting pain and humiliation on the team captain in the locker room. The more pain and the greater the humiliation, the greater the success. They all totally believed it, especially the captain himself." "Wasn't that Jack Hulse? Who went on to Duke?" "That's right, the only 6'9" player in our league at the time, and he wasn't the skinny rail type even in high school. He had incredible upper body strength and build, and I got off just watching the muscles in his legs flex as he ran the length of the court. And that rich chestnut hair! Anyway, Dennis's third order was whispered just to him: whenever he was on the receiving end of pain and humiliation at the hands of his teammates, he would get an incredible hardon that wouldn't quit. This would just make the others all the more eager to step up the punishment. Later, Dennis programmed the coach and manager not find anything that happened in the locker room unusual. That was it. All we had to do was stand back and watch what happened. "The team immediately figured out that they couldn't hurt Jack BEFORE a game without affecting his performance, so what happened was that the torture sessions came AFTER successful games. And the more successful the game, the more brutal and debasing the following 'thanksgiving' session would be. Of course, the team also couldn't do anything to Jack that would cause visible marks or bruises beyond the area covered by his uniform. "The team started with simple stuff. They'd strip Jack, bind his wrists and ankles to the pipes in the locker room, and just beat and kick him while calling him names. One guy pulled a fat belt out of his locker and used that on Jack's butt. Of course Jack would helplessly get that immense hardon which spurred the team on even more. But Jack would grit his teeth and take it like a man, and the team won its first few games by a small margin. The team concluded they weren't humiliating Jack enough and needed to step up the action. "Two of the team members went on a mission to the bad side of town to find sex toys they could use on Jack. With some experienced help from the clerk, they came back with an assortment of dildos, including an electric vibrating one with a remote control. They even found some device with electrodes you could attach to someone's balls and deliver a nasty shock, and one of the members set it up so the ball shocker could also be operated from the remote. You should have seen Jack's face when they first brought in the toy collection! He wasn't sure he could take it, but he knew he had to try, for the team. To increase the humiliation during the sessions, he was no longer permitted to look his teammates in the eyes, only at their feet or crotches. He had to crawl on the floor from one to the other while the remote was passed around, groveling before them. They would command him to do physically impossible things, and when he failed, he would get a ball shock, after which he would have to thank the shocker. "The team started winning games by bigger and bigger margins, and the sessions got more and more intense. In one, a crawling Jack was ordered to learn the foot odor and taste of each teammate. Then he was blindfolded with a few very used jockstraps and ordered to identify each teammate by sniffing and licking their feet. When he got it wrong, he was delivered a ball shock. When he was right, he was rewarded with the vibrating dildo. I'll never know how he managed to keep up his hardon even when he was being shocked. "At other post-game sessions, he'd have to clean off each sweaty team member with his tongue while having his ass kicked or beaten by the others. In one of the later sessions, he served as the team's urinal, having to lick himself and the floor clean whenever they missed his mouth on purpose. "At away games, the team would bring a special equipment bag with his toys, and would guard the door to make sure no one from the outside would accidentally come in and see what was going on. No one ever did. "As you know, the team ended the regular season undefeated, and went up to the state tournament. Unfortunately, in the first game we were up against a big inner-city school where basketball was everything and they had like four guys over 6'6". We did OK -- we lost by only 4 points when we were supposed to get creamed -- but we did lose. "After that game, Dennis and I went to the locker room to see what would happen. The loss got the team all depressed, and it seemed to snap them out of their programming. After all, the season was over, and there was no reason for them to go through the ritual anyway. Jack was the most depressed of all, even though his future was bright since he had already signed with Duke. As he showered and changed, he looked longingly at one teammate after another, but he saw that no one was paying any attention to him. He got this odd look on his face, like something was missing. He dressed slowly, so he wasn't done even after the last of the other players was dressed and they had said their goodbyes. Once the locker room was empty, he grabbed the secret equipment bag, pulled out the ball shocker, the electric dildo and the remote control, and put them on. Then he went over to a laundry basket nearby and pulled out some grungy used jocks, and while he sniffed and licked them, he used the remote to shock himself and turn the dildo on and off. I mean, there he was, his huge body writhing on the floor, groaning in agony and ecstasy while he tortured himself! He missed the pain and humiliation so much he was doing it to himself. I always wondered if that desire ever wore off, or if he had to go looking for someone to abuse him when he got to Duke. "As Dennis and I stood there watching this, all Dennis could think about right then was how hot it would have been to make the losers the absolute locker room slaves of the winners. He imagined the big inner-city dudes strutting in, all cocky and attitude, and the eyes of our team glazing over, standing at attention, ready for orders, fully, horribly aware of what was going on but unable to stop it or to disobey their 'masters'. You could tell he was thinking ahead even then." "Wow, sounds like he could have eventually controlled the whole school. But I've never heard of the guy. What happened?" "Dennis dropped out of school before the end of that year. He said he didn't need any more of this kid stuff, he was moving on to bigger and better things. I've seen him once or twice around town, but he was always too busy to talk to me. It didn't dawn on me what he might be up to until the university's basketball team unexpectedly had that 'dream season' last year, which got me to thinking he might be involved. Then at the start of this school year, Dennis's brother Jeff became president of the Sig Lam fraternity -- as a freshman! And now this Louis Ducros thing. I'm sure Dennis is behind all of this. Well, I'm going to see if I can smoke him out. And I know the perfect way to do it: I intend to take personal control of the RTR fraternity!" "But... but how are you going to get control of RTR? Louis told you they were ruled by dick size. I've seen yours in the showers after gym class, and while it's not small -- what is it, 7, 8 inches? -- it can't be a match for those college guys, especially whoever must be president over there." "Jason Cole. No, you're right, I couldn't just stroll over there and take over the place myself. And if my guess about what's happened over there is right, they're probably fully conditioned by now to reject changes in their 'programming' from others, so I doubt using the drug would work even if I had enough of it, which I don't. But I've got a secret weapon. KEN -- FRONT AND CENTER!" Cory said the last loudly enough to cause Ken at the counter to snap to attention. His eyes glazing over, Ken abandoned a customer who was in the middle of giving his order, spun around on his heels and marched helplessly to the back of the restaurant where Cory and Bart were waiting. When he got there, he once again came to attention and awaited orders, staring straight ahead. Bart was impressed. "So he'll do whatever you say. Kewl. Have you ever forced him to make out with you?" "Sex? With him? Nah, look at him. Skinny from top to bottom, all hands and feet, knees and elbows. Well, OK, maybe I've used his long tongue, deep throat, and itchy asshole on a few occasions. But I prefer guys with ripped bods -- like Jason at RTR. According to Louis, Jason's gay, he lords it over the place, and everyone does everything sexual he says to do and loves it, even the straight guys. If I can impose my will on Jason, the rest of the frat will follow, willingly. And here's how I'm going to do it: EVERTHING OFF," he barked at his brother, who immediately raced to remove shoes, socks, uniform, and underwear, and came once again to rigid attention, staring straight ahead all the while. "Oh my God," said Bart, stunned by the sight in front of him. For there, amid Ken's smooth flat chest, polelike legs and skinny arms, huge hands and feet, was the longest hose he had ever seen hanging off a guy. It looked to be about nine or ten inches, and it was entirely soft! "All right, let's see what effect THIS has on Jason's programming!" snickered Cory, as he eagerly began plans for his takeover.

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Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2002 02:46:14 -0800 From: Shawn Webb Subject: The Frat Control Experiment, Parts I-III The Frat Control Experiment Parts I-III by: webb025@hotmail.com Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this. I. Sigma Lambda Alpha had a reputation as one of the most prestigious and selective fraternities on campus. It was somewhat unusual in that it didn't specialize in just jocks, or rich prep types, but rather admitted the best of both. Sig Lams did better academically than members of any other frat at the school. For many years, its roster produced the most distinguished alumni, assuring a generous endowment for future years. >From the outside, Sig Lam appeared to carry out the activities of a normal frat. This year, it had begun to select pledge candidates, had the occasional party, and its members behaved quite normally when not at the house. But unknown to the outside world, Sig Lam had recently fallen victim to a mysterious force that was using the frat to perform mind experiments with growing skill, as well as to satisfy some quite perverse sexual desires. Most of the brothers were totally unaware of this, although some knew there was something odd about their own personal situations that they couldn't explain. In any event, they seemed unable to say anything about it to each other or to anyone else. A tour of the house would reveal the odd results of these experiments. In Room 12, for example, lived Bill McPherson, ranked near the top of his class, and junior class president. Everything about him seemed to define a solid normalcy. His father had also been a Sig Lam, and remained active in the frat's financial affairs. But there was one unusual thing about Bill: every day, after getting back from his last class or student government meeting, Bill was compelled to spend one hour, motionless, as a fixture or piece of furniture somewhere in the frat. Most days, he would kneel sideways next to the third urinal on the first floor, and as the brothers came in, they would casually use him as they would any other urinal. When his hour was up, he would clean up and return to his room. On another occasion, he had to act as a decorative statue, posing motionless, flexing in a Speedo on a platform in the television lounge. Once he had been forced to act as a coatrack during a party for the members, and once he lay naked on a landing on the stairs, and was stepped on by each brother on his way up or down. No one in Sig Lam ever seemed to notice what Bill was doing. To them, while he was fulfilling his compulsion, he was just a natural part of the environment. In Room 14 lived Thomas and Dominic Parks. These identical twins were on the swim team, and had the classic swimmer's build, lean and muscled. Both were blond, 5'10", and smooth all over their chests and legs. Since they were on the same team, and shared many classes, they were often seen together, and it was difficult to tell them apart. But once they arrived in their room, things changed. The minute Tom arrived, he had to remove all his clothes; he was prohibited from wearing anything in the room. When Dom arrived, Tom crawled over to him and licked his shoes. Then Tom would have to undress Dom and put his clothes away. If Dom had had a bad day, he might punch or kick Tom or push Tom around, which Tom secretly enjoyed. Tom also had to satisfy Dom sexually in any way Dom desired. And as Dom's desires grew more and more extreme, Tom's hunger to be humiliated only grew. At night, Dom would sleep on the bed, while Tom would sleep on the floor at Dom's feet. Sometimes Tom would lie awake for hours, staring up at the edge of the bed and wishing he could sniff or lick Dom's feet, but he was afraid if he were caught he would be severely punished. Tom worshipped his brother. While Tom felt he was horribly flawed, he knew that Dom was perfect. Tom knew he deserved to be punished and humiliated by Dom at all times when they were in their room. Tom wished he could be like his perfect brother, but knew he never could be. He vaguely remembered that they had once been friends and equals back in high school, but that had all changed after they had joined Sig Lam. For his part, Dom enjoyed having his pussy brother at his beck and call, as his punching bag and foot slave. He wondered why he never realized how much more of a man he was than Tom while they were in high school. In room 16 lived Charlie and Dan. Charlie was on the wrestling team; he was in the 180 weight class, and was built accordingly, with a large chest and big pecs. Every day after classes, Charlie had to make sure he got home before his roommate Dan. He would run into the bathroom, apply makeup and lipstick, then go into the bedroom and put on panties. He got no sexual satisfaction from this, but he was fully convinced that his life in the fraternity depended on his fooling Dan into thinking he was really Shirley, Dan's girlfriend. Every day when Dan got back to the room, he was thrilled and excited to find Shirley, mostly undressed, waiting to pleasure him. To anyone else who looked into the room, there would have been the weird sight of a built dark-haired wrestler with stubble on his chin, wearing women's underwear and makeup, and being treated like a submissive girl by a thin, boyish preppy. But to Dan, all he saw was Shirley. Dan loved Shirley, and he found all of her exciting. He was a "tits" man, and loved to fondle and suck on Shirley's well-formed ones as foreplay. While for some reason Shirley would not let him fuck her in the regular sense, she seemed willing to have him fuck her up the ass. Dan occasionally wondered why Shirley wouldn't go out in public with him, but he became more convinced that she would move in with him when he graduated next June. And for some reason, as the weeks went by, Charlie was coming more and more to the same conclusion; he HAD to move in permanently with Dan so that Dan would never know his deception. Room 19 had Steve and James, both prep types from New Jersey. Steve was handsome but not model-quality stunning, dark haired, slim, about 5'11", from a middle class family; James was also fairly good-looking, auburn hair, somewhat better built, and about 6'2", from a wealthy family in the New York suburbs. They were both straight, good students, and popular around campus. There was no sexual attraction between them. The odd thing was that, since they became roommates at Sig Lam, James found himself forced to obey everything Steve told him to do, without question. As time went by James' duties increased, to the point where he was doing the laundry, the cooking, the driving, arranging the studying, going on errands, and even setting up dates for Steve. Steve didn't know why it was happening, but with no complaint from James, Steve was soon using every minute of James' free time for his own benefit. James was also using his money to buy things that Steve wanted, even borrowing from his father to pay Steve's tuition. Since his father, while rich, had strict ideas about money, James knew he would have to use all the money from his summer internship to repay the loan. Neither Steve nor James seemed to think there was anything unusual about this. As Steve's requirements increased, James simply buckled down and worked harder. On those rare occasions when the thought popped into his head that this was somehow wrong, he was unable to communicate this with anyone else, and the thought eventually faded. Like Room 19, Room 22 also had two good-looking but unexceptional roommates. They went through each day, and even each evening in the room, perfectly normally. They had only one quirk: once they began rooming together at Sig Lam, each soon discovered he could not get to sleep without the aroma of his roommate's feet near his nose. They slept head to toe in a single narrow bed for this reason. When either one of them left campus, he had to take a bag of his roommate's very ripe socks with him to be able to sleep anywhere. On the top floor of the house, in Room 30, lived Lance, the president of the fraternity. Lance was one of only two brothers in the house who knew something was going on, and it was hardly a coincidence that he had been elected president that year. The other brother in the know was John, the frat's pledge master, who lived next door in room 31. His job was to find the next generation of members that would serve the frat's purposes, as they had come to be redefined. John's first find was Kevin, a freshman soccer stud from Minnesota, 6' tall with Scandinavian innocent good looks and quite muscular legs. His constant workouts had also given him an impressive six-pack for the 17-year-old he was (having been admitted early). John had decided to grant Kevin "probational early admission" to the fraternity as well. Kevin wasn't sure at first, but after his first frat meeting he knew he would do ANYTHING to become a Sig Lam. Lance had moved Kevin into his room, and informed him that he was to become Lance's personal helper for the next two months. If he successfully accomplished that, he would become a member of the frat. Kevin started out helping Lance with administrative work at the frat, but from week to week, the jobs became more personal. It soon became clear to Kevin that Lance was gay, and very attracted to him. Normally that might have bothered Kevin, but under the circumstances (and after a frat meeting or two), he was glad it gave him a chance to enter a fraternity that would otherwise not have considered him. The services Lance demanded became increasingly sexual. Lance liked having the innocent Kevin suck his cock, lick his pits, jerk off on his shoes (and lick up the result). BUt what really got Lance off was that, as time went by, Kevin could anticipate Lance's every wish. Just a look from Lance, and Kevin would instantly figure out what Lance wanted him to do, and do it, without a word spoken. For example. with the right glance, Kevin would immediately drop to his hands and knees and present his ass for fucking. Meanwhile, Kevin got his satisfaction, and a sexual rush, not from the sexual actions themselves, but from pleasing Lance and obeying his desires. A smile or satisfied moan from Lance could almost cause Kevin to cum in his pants (but not quite, without Lance's permission). II. One morning, in the freshman dorm, Bobby Burston was alone in his quad room's bathroom finishing his shower. Bobby, 6'6" with chestnut hair, a grin that made him look 15, and a well-worked-out bod, had been a second-team All-American as a tight end and kicker on his Texas high school football team, and had been heavily recruited by the school. He was looking forward to four years of football, (illegal) beer drinking, and womanizing. As he dried himself off, he admired the effect his new workout regimen was giving his smooth upper body. He wished he looked older, though; he sometimes thought his "Opie"-like looks made it hard for his teammates to take him seriously. He had tried, but failed, to grow any kind of facial hair. As he dried off his long arms and big, sure hands -- so useful on the field for making tackles and catching footballs -- he thought he saw someone in the door, but when he looked, no one was there. As he toweled off his firm buns, he once again caught a glimpse at the door. This time, Bobby ran out into the bedroom and grabbed the guy he found there. The boy was young, clearly in early high school, maybe about 15, about 5'7", longish blond hair, skinny, and with a face that made him look even younger. The boy had been carrying a notepad, which he dropped when Bobby grabbed him. Effortlessly, Bobby held the frightened boy suspended over the floor. "What the fuck are you doing?" Bobby growled. "Starin' at me in the shower? You some kind of faggot or something?" "I... I... I'm sorry, sir... I was just.. lost.. please don't hurt me, please..." begged the boy, squirming in Bobby's grip. "You're disgusting. I don't understand that faggot shit, nohow. I never felt nothing for no guy. Never knew no one that did, neither. Your kind makes me sick. Now get outta here, you don't belong in here. If I ever see you in here again, I'm gonna kick your ass all over this place." Bobby let go, dropping the boy to the ground. The boy sprang to his feet, grabbed his notepad from the floor, and ran to the stairs and out of the dorm. On the dorm's front steps, he paused a moment, jotted something on the notepad, and then walked out to the sidewalk. Immediately, a car that had been waiting down the street pulled up in front of him. The boy got in the passenger side, and the car took off. III. The weekly Sig Lam meeting was that evening. No brother ever missed a meeting, not for any reason. The meeting chamber was in the basement, and two beefy brothers (football linemen) were posted at the door to the basement stairs, to prevent any non-brothers from getting in. As each member entered the meeting chamber in the basement, he was handed a large cup of Kool-Aid, which he drank when he sat down. Once all the brothers were accounted for, Lance, the fraternity president, walked up to the raised platform at the front of the room. Waiting until he saw by their swaying heads that the laced Kool-Aid had taken effect, he began the ritual. He removed the blanket covering a large copy of the fraternity symbol, with a moving spiral behind it. "Gaze upon the greatness of Sigma Lambda Alpha", he intoned over and over, Each brother lifted his head and gazed at the symbol. Aided by the drug in the Kool-Aid, and the induction by Lance, all were soon completely suggestible and in the power of the speaker. As the brothers were drifting off downstairs, a car pulled up in front of the fraternity. Two people stepped out and walked in: the driver, Wayne, who was a Sig Lam brother, looking a bit dazed but happy, and a slight blond boy of about 15, striding confidently, almost cocky. As the boy made his way to the basement stairs, the two beefy brothers guarding the stair entrance stood at attention and stared straight ahead, a glint of fear in their eyes, but also growing bulges appearing in their pants. The boy got to the basement, moved past the seated hypnotized brothers and stepped onto the podium. The spiralled symbol had done its work, so Lance turned it off, re-covered it and stepped to the side, making way for the boy to assume the center of the platform. "I am the Grand Master of Sigma Lambda Alpha", the boy repeated three times. This information seemed to flip a switch in the zonked brothers. In their drugged state, they became even more relaxed and attentive. "Repeat after me: 'I hear and obey. I hear and obey. I hear and obey.'..." The Grand Master led the group further and further down an imaginary stair, leaving their minds completely open to any belief and suggestion. He then proceeded to begin programming them with the information they needed for the next week. "First order of business. In two weeks I'm turning 16 and getting my driver's license. I've had my eye on a silver Porsche you'll find at the dealer on Route 12. It would be suspicious if I owned it personally, but I know you have enough in the Sig Lam funds to buy it as a frat car. Only I am allowed to drive it, unless I call and instruct one of you to pick me up in it. It'll be your job to keep it shining and in good condition. I'll expect some of you to spend your weekends waxing it, keeping it in great running condition, and even cleaning the hub caps with a toothbrush. Keeping my Porsche beautiful is a point of pride for all Sig Lam brothers. "As your weekly reward for attending, you'll be able to cum tonight. You'll realize that your ability to cum is a gift from me, even though most of you don't even consciously know who I am. For the rest of the week, you will not be able to cum without explicit permission from me or Lance. "As always, you will use all your time for workouts and studying. I'll need fit, smart slaves to be able to help me live my life the way I deserve to, as your Grand Master. And those of you on scholarships need to excel at your sports and academics to keep them. Now, it's time for me to see how you're coming along and make adjustments. Stand as I call your name. "First, Tom and Dom." Both hypnotized twins stood up. "I think it's time we moved your relationship to a new, more extreme level..." Once he had reinforced his hypnotic power over each member of the fraternity at the meeting, and modified the behavior of some of them, he ordered them to sleep. At his command, the heads of all the seated brothers nodded. The Grand Master, president Lance, and John the Sig Lam pledge master carrying the Kool-Aid bucket, walked off the podium and up the basement stairs. At the top, they were joined by the two guard brothers, and all five went up to Lance's room. As they entered, Kenny the pledge candidate stood at attention, naked except for his dog collar and with his dick hard, as he had been ordered. The Grand Master glanced in his direction, thinking what a fine addition Kenny would be to the frat, and designing in his mind a few very satisfying experiments he could set up with him. The Grand Master pulled a piece of notepaper from his pocket, and passed it to Lance and John. "Here are a few guys I think we should pledge. Heard of any of them?" Both Lance and John noticed the name of Bobby Burston. John said, "I'd like him, Grand Master, but don't you think he's going to pledge Tau Epsilon, the dumb jock frat?" "I think we can convince him to come here, and I have some SPECIAL plans for him," replied the Grand Master. He described his ordeal at the freshman dorm. "Once we get him, he'll start dreaming about me, sneaking around to get my dirty underwear to jerk off with, keeping pictures of me in his room. He'll get totally obsessed, man! And he'll be forbidden to talk to me or even let me see him, until I make his humiliation complete. Ha! I'm gettin' hard just picturing him lying there, horny as hell, imagining himself crawling, beggin' to serve me!" An evil grin came over the Grand Master's face. "By the way, do you need any more of the stuff from my dad's lab for next week's meeting?" "I don't think so, we've got enough," replied Lance. "Unless you want to try that experiment with the basketball team that we discussed." "Nah, I haven't even finished with most of the guys here in the house yet. We'll set that one up when their season begins. I'll be able to do a lot more next year, when my big brother starts school here and joins Sig Lam." "You keep him drugged too?" asked John. "Don't have to. I've had him under my control for the last year and a half. He knows if he doesn't obey me completely, he'll beat himself up. Last time, he gave himself a black eye and nearly broke his nose. It's so built in now he obeys without even thinking about it. And under my enforced workout suggestions, he's getting really buff, too. You'll like him alot." After some discussion of the other pledge candidates, it was time for the entertainment. The guards, Big Doug and Bruno, were ordered to strip down to the jockstraps they had been required to wear, and forced to wrestle. The match was in earnest, because the one that lost, while remaining totally straight, would be completely at the mercy of the now-gay winner for the following week. Both guards were hugely muscled, weighing nearly 300 pounds and solid as a rock. Big Doug was a few inches taller than Bruno, but Bruno was actually the heavier of the two and won these weekly events more often, but the two were fairly matched. Watching the crunch of muscle on muscle, Lance and John both involuntarily moved their hands to their crotches and stroked slowly, while Kevin watched Lance in case he was needed to fulfill any of Lance's desires. At first, Bruno seemed to be getting the better of it. He took down Big Doug and was pressing his advantage on the floor. His leg muscles flexing, Bruno tried to crush Doug's head between his thighs, Doug's face buried in his crotch. But Doug was eventually able to use his height to leverage his way over Bruno, reversed the situation, and eventually made Bruno submit. Immediately on winning, Doug smiled, looked fondly down at Bruno, placed one big foot on Bruno's chest, got hard in his jockstrap, and began plans on how to use Bruno the following week. Now it was time for Lance, John, Kenny, and the guards to have their Kool-Aid and receive their hypnotic reinforcement and programming for the following week. When they awoke, the Grand Master was gone, and only Lance and John had any memory of him having been there, and of what happened. Doug got dressed and led the near-naked Bruno to his room on a leash, carrying his clothes, to begin his week of servitude. Bruno shuddered at the thought, but knew there was absolutely nothing he could do about it or say to anyone. John went downstairs to awaken the rest of the brothers. When he got down there, he noticed that a few of the brothers were already gone. This made him only mildly curious, since it had happened before. The remaining brothers slowly woke and returned to their rooms, convinced they had just experienced an ordinary, boring meeting. Back in Lance's room, at a look from Lance, Kenny dropped to his knees, removed Lance's shoes, and lay back under Lance's desk to be used as a footrest. In Room 27, unknown to its inhabitants, a new experiment was starting. There were now two roommates: Cliff, the 6'11" center of the basketball team, and Cody, a tightly-muscled 5'6" gymnast. Cliff had always been attracted to muscled short guys -- at least he thought he had, he couldn't quite remember -- and found buzz-cut blond Cody particularly hot. He thought of himself as overgrown, awkward and unattractive, and of Cody as his physical ideal. He wished he were small and tight like Cody. When Cody was out of the room, Cliff would sniff Cody's bed, his dirty clothes, and his sneakers that looked so small next to Cliff's ungainly big feet. Each day his attraction to Cody would grow. But Cliff was compelled never to tell Cody any of this, since Cody was straight and Cliff didn't want to risk having Cody move out of the room. Meanwhile, Cody had always had a thing for tall guys (or so he thought). He could barely prevent himself from getting hard every time he looked up past Cliff's well-developed chest, pecs and biceps, and into his blue eyes under that curly red hair. When Cliff wasn't in the room, Cody would put his size 8 feet into Cliff's size 16 shoes and jerk off. Although Cody had the buffed, muscular body of a gymnast, he thought of himself as pitifully short, and wished he were taller. Every day, Cody got hornier and more attracted to Cliff. But he was compelled never to tell Cliff about it, since Cliff was straight and Cody didn't want to gross him out and cause him to move out. As his preppy slave Wayne drove him home in Wayne's Bimmer, the Grand Master smiled. It would be interesting to see how the new Cliff/Cody experiment progressed over time as the sexual frustration level went up day after day...

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Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 22:18:26 +0000 From: n2 sm <n2_sm@hotmail.com> Subject: Intro to S&M, Part I I met him online, as I had been searching for someone to help me learn more about being submissive and enjoying BDSM sessions. I get these urges every once in a while to let someone else have control of my body, my sensations of enjoyment and pain. This was the first time I'd ever found someone willing to introduce me to the scene while I was having these urges. We had talked for quite a while online, him asking what I wanted to try, what my limitations were. He had seen my personal ad, and decided he was interested. I was asked about my physical appearance, 5'11", 155 lbs, brown hair and eyes, slightly defined muscles, 5.5" cut cock with nice balls, hairy legs, ass, arms, chest, and crotch. The only information I got from him was that he only indulged in S&M every once in a while, so perhaps we might both learn from this meeting. We made arrangements to meet at a local motel the following weekend. I was to come in a tight t-shirt, briefs two sizes too small, and shorts I wouldn't mind being destroyed. I was to bring no shoes or socks, and have a dog collar in hand. The day before, I went to a pet shop to obtain a leash, black nylon. I also headed over to the Wal- Mart boys section to buy a shirt and some underwear. I picked up some cheap shorts just so I wouldn't lose any of the pairs I had. The night before, I could barely sleep, I kept thinking of what this man would do with my (somewhat) willing body. I woke up as I went to bed, with an erection. It turns out that would be with me until we met. We were to meet at 3 PM, so we could have all afternoon and night with which to play. As the time neared, I became more nervous. I was shaking as I struggled to get on my briefs and shirt. I looked in the mirror, there was almost nothing left to the imagination. I realized this was probably part of the humiliation I had asked for. I put on my shorts, and proceeded to cut small slits on the edge of all that I was wearing, as I had been asked. Easier for him to rip them off that way, I assumed. I grabbed the dog collar and proceeded to walk towards the motel, and the room in which I would have my first real-life submissive experience. I knocked on the door, and found it open slightly. I wasn't sure whether to walk in or not, so I asked if anyone was inside. Receiving no answer, I opened the door more and walked in. As I passed the threshold, my arms were grabbed and tied behind me. I gave a small yell in surprise, only to find a bandana stuffed into my mouth. I was pushed down until I laid on the floor. My ankles were tied together, then I was pulled up. After this happened, the lights came on and I had my first look at the person I was giving myself to. He stood about six feet tall, a slightly muscular body. He was quite handsome, I couldn't believe my luck that this man would be the one to have control over me for the next 16 hours. He walked around me, looking me over, running his hands over me. He reached at my crotch and nodded knowingly, of course I was aroused. He continued to feel up my body from head to toe as I stood still, not knowing what to do. After a few minutes of him inventorying my body, he took my dog collar and snapped it on around my neck. I felt a leash go on, and then a padlock securing it all around my neck. The only way it would come off before I left would be if he wanted it to. He then secured the leash to a nearby table leg and came back to me. I was still left wondering what would happen, sure I'd told him what I wanted to do, but would he do all of it, or would he want to go further? I felt his hand from behind me ripping of each article of clothing, one by one. First the shirt, as he felt my chest and abs, then the shorts. After a couple seconds, during which I assume he was looking at the noticeable bulge in my briefs, they were gone too. He went into the bathroom, which was in the adjacent room with the closet. He closed the door, leaving me there naked and nervous. I pondered what to do. Should I try to sit down, or just remain standing as he had left me. My gut told me that it would probably be in my best interest to stay standing. I heard water running, and then the door opened. I stayed as I was until he grabbed the leash and pulled me, hopping, into the bathroom. He lifted me into the bathtub, I realized what was going to happen. He stuck a tube in my ass, and shortly thereafter I felt the water coming. He sat me on the toilet to release after a few minutes, and repeated the process twice: he was satisfied with the cleanliness. I was told to stand, and he bent me over. I felt his fingers lubing me up, and then a fairly large butt plug being inserted. That wasn't going anywhere unless he decided to take it out. He laid me down face up on the cold tile and blindfolded me. We'd decided there would only be blindfolding if I didn't use the safe word. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and decided against trying to say anything. Might as well fully immerse myself in the atmosphere, right? I heard the familiar sound of shaving cream being squirted from the can, and instantly felt the foam on my pubic hair. It took him only a couple minutes to completely do away with my bush before I felt more foam on my legs. I hadn't said anything about being shaved there, but I figured winter was coming and I wouldn't have a hard time hiding the smoothness. He proceeded to take away my armpit hair, and the small amount on my chest before rolling me over. He repeated the entire process on my back side, I only had hair on my head and arms now. I felt him lift me up and stand me up in the tub to wash away the remnants of hair and foam with the shower head. I was dried off and taken into the bedroom, where I was laid on the bed. He untied my arms and legs, only to tie them again, this time spread eagle, me face up on the bed. He had easy access to almost any part of my body I could think he'd want to get to, and I could do nothing about it, not even know what, if anything, was coming. I felt a pinch on my right, then left nipple. I hadn't used clothespins there in a long time, so I grimaced in pain. He flicked them about just to increase the feeling. As he did this, I began to smell a permanent marker. A second later, I felt something being drawn or written across my chest and abs, then forehead. I was going to have to get used to not knowing what was going on. I felt more pinching, along my sides and abdomen. He must have quite a supply of clothespins, I thought. Even with the pain, my cock remained rock hard. As if he could read my thoughts, I felt his hands around my cock. I pushed up to try to get some more contact because it felt so good, having not cum in days. That reminds me, next time I decide to do something like this, I'll definitely remember to relieve myself right before. I felt rope being put around my scrotum, and being pulled tight. He had me by my balls, and I was powerless to stop him. I felt him continue pulling until he must have tied the rope onto something else. My balls were stretched almost to their limit. I felt his hands on my cock again, apparently with some lube. He rubbed this all over my cock and balls, bringing me very close to orgasm. I heard him leave through the bathroom door, and it was then I realized the error of my assumption. As my cock and balls began to burn, I realized that the point of this meeting wouldn't have been to make me feel good, he must have had bengay, not lube! I wriggled on the bed, trying futilely to do something to get the stuff off, but it was no use. I heard footsteps approaching, so I quit wiggling. I could hear him laughing at my attempt to stop the burning while he untied my arms and legs. The rope stayed around my balls, but at least they were no longer being pulled. I assumed that any attempt to use my free hands to take off the bengay would lead to something worse, so I decided against trying to relieve the burning. He led me from the bed over to a table and tied me so my upper body was laying across the table, with my ass sticking out. To my relief, he took out the butt plug. I felt his fingers at my ass again, and realized that he had decided to slip some ice cubes into my ass. It was cold, but nice to have a change from the stretching of the plug. Without warning, I felt the sudden impact of a paddle on my ass. I hadn't even thought that I was in the perfect position for him to start spanking me. He was spanking with more force than I'd ever felt as a kid, and not letting up. This continued for what seemed like forever, but in reality was probably only a few minutes. I was on the verge of tears, and my ass was burning and red before he stopped. Amazingly, my erection refused to go down, even through all of that. By this time, it was getting dark outside, the blindfold blocked out most of my vision, but I could still make out some light around the edges. I was beginning to wonder if I would make it through the night, I'd figured he'd take a couple breaks, let us get to know each other. As if he could read my thoughts about the darkness, I saw the faint light of one, then two, then maybe as many as a dozen candles throughout the room. It was just enough to be able to see by, and not quite enough to give the room a sense of normalcy. He came back over to me and lifted me further up onto the table so only my arms and legs were sticking off the table. Only seconds afterward, I felt him duct taping my midsection flat to the table. I was completely immobilized, and thankful only for the fact that the tape would come off much easier now that I had no hair on my body. I felt what was becoming a more familiar sensation to me, his foreign hands playing with my asshole. I felt him sticking something up there, and assumed he thought I'd been without the butt plug for long enough. I was blindfolded once again, and shortly thereafter heard the door to the room open and close. I was terrified that he'd left me here alone, and would probably not be coming back. As I was pondering my situation, I felt a burning sensation on my ass. About a minute later, I felt it again. Great, I thought, I'm alone and tied down in a hotel room, and it can only get better when I begin to feel sporadic burning sensations on my ass. As my ass continued to burn, and my arms and legs started to fall asleep from hanging below me, I began to feel more intense heat near my ass. There was no telling how long I'd been in this position, but I was finally figuring it out. He hadn't put a butt plug in my ass, it was a lit candle! I quickly tried to figure out how much longer I'd have until the flame reached my ass, but it was no use, I couldn't see how much length was left. My erection began to subside, the only time it would do so that night, as fear overcame me. I tried desperately to wiggle my ass to blow out the flame, but it was no use, the duct tape was holding me all too still. I began sweating as I felt the flame coming closer to my ass. I could only hope that this was a joke, and he'd never really left. Surely he wouldn't just leave me to get burned, would he? We had talked about limits, and I'm pretty sure that this is covered by what I told him I wouldn't do. I now had quite a collection of wax between my ass cheeks and down to my balls. It had to be close to burning out, but that would mean that it was almost at my skin. I started trying to break free of the duct tape as I heard a key being inserted into the door. Of course he wouldn't have left me to get burned, he came back! I heard laughing as the footsteps came closer to me. It didn't sound like the laughing I'd heard earlier, but then again, in all that I'd gone through, maybe I wasn't remembering too well. I heard an intake of breath, and then smelled the smoke of a blown out candle a few seconds later. It's amazing that faint smell of smoke did more to relieve me than almost anything else could have right then. I felt myself being untied, but I couldn't move my arms and legs as they were still asleep. I was picked up and set on the floor, face down. While he had the advantage of me not being able to resist, I was hogtied and carried into the bathroom. I felt myself being put down into what felt like the bathtub. There was the sound of a zipper and then I felt a warm stream hit my back. I didn't know whether to be disgusted or what, I'd never been pissed on before. I decided that if not for the smell, the experience wouldn't have been too bad. After another few seconds, I was completely drenched in his piss and then the stream stopped. I laid there in the remaining puddles as it was quickly becoming cooler. I hoped for him to dry me off or wash me off so I could get warm. Besides, he couldn't take me out of the bathroom dripping piss, he'd paid for this room. About this time, I was really stretching the limits of my bladder. I decided to just let go, I mean, I had his urine all over me, mine couldn't be any worse. I finished and then heard the shower come on, nice warm water was washing away the foul-smelling liquid. After a few seconds, I was feeling much cleaner. He turned the shower off, lifted me onto a towel, then cut my arms and legs free. I was rolled onto my back and my arms were tied out to my sides so I couldn't take off the blindfold. I felt clothespins being applied to my nipples, abdomen, scrotum, and the underside of my cock. The pain quickly became very intense, and I was wishing for it to end. At least most of the bengay had been washed off in the shower. The burning was beginning to subside, and he must have somehow noticed as well. I heard movement, and was anticipating the burning of bengay when I was shocked by an ice pack placed over my cock and balls. My balls immediately shriveled and my erection shrunk slightly. I laid there enduring the pain and cold for at least ten minutes. I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to get a break, it must have been near midnight by this time. A tape clicked on, and I heard a voice ask if I was still enjoying myself. Partly because I was, and partly because I was afraid what would happen if I said no, I told him yes. The tape asked if I would consider meeting him again the following weekend. I was curious as to see what could happen at a next meeting, so I responded in the affirmative again. The voice on the tape told me I would receive an email detailing the next meeting and instructions for preparing for it. I nodded my head in acknowledgement, I assumed he was watching me still. The clothespins were removed, as well as the ice pack. My ankles were once again tied, and my hand brought together behind my back and tied. I was covered with a towel and carried out of the bathroom. I assumed he'd stop walking, but he continued out the door of the room. He placed me in the back seat of a car and started the engine to drive off. My apprehension came back, wondering if I was going to be abducted, or taken somewhere and be left to die or be killed. After a few minutes driving, the car stopped. I was pulled out and set on the ground, where he proceeded to untie me. He told me, through the tape once again, that he was going to leave, and that I was to leave the blindfold on for at least five minutes. Afraid not to follow his orders, I nodded, and then heard him drive off. I counted the seconds until I figured I was safe, and removed the blindfold. I found myself on the soccer field near my apartment, and I noticed it was beginning to get lighter. I quickly decided to run home so that I would arrive before anyone saw me naked and hairless. I got home just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, and went into the bathroom. I saw that the padlock on my collar was gone, so I took it and the leash off. At this time, I looked in the mirror and saw what had been written on my face and chest. Across my forehead was the word "FAG," and on my chest was "COCKSUCKER." I tried my best to wash it off, but it was still fairly visible, so I gave up and went to my computer. I saw an email from his address and instantly became hard, I couldn't wait to see what he could come up with for next weekend. To be continued... (If someone wants it.)

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Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2002 09:25:05 -0800 From: Shawn Webb Subject: The Frat Control Experiment, parts XIV-XVI The Frat Control Experiment Parts XIV-XVI by: webb025@hotmail.com Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this. This is the continuation of the story begun in Parts I-XIII in four earlier files. You'll have much more fun with this if you read those parts first. I took a few hot plot suggestions from a couple of the e-mails I got about this story, but since they were quite varied, I couldn't make everybody happy! I may have played out this story as far as it can go, but then again, that's what I thought LAST time. XIV. The trio walked down the hill to fraternity row. In front was Richie Rocher, sashaying along the path in his affected manner, painted toenails showing in his sandals. Behind him at a respectful distance followed his worshipful RTR house roommates, quarterback Bob Rutland and defensive lineman Quentin Parks. The two freshmen had had an impact on the team early in the season, and were recognized around the campus. When the two football players had first arrived at RTR, they were somewhat confused by their room assignment, until they went through the initiation ceremony. After that, they understood completely, and were honored to be assigned for mentoring to one of the most highly respected members of the frat. While Richie was none too masculine in appearance or demeanor, he possessed a 9.5 inch tool that placed him towards the top of RTR's cock-centric hierarchy. Richie's job was to imbue his pledges with the house philosophy that respect and obedience was owed not as a function of race, creed, national origin, size, strength, intelligence, looks, sexual preference, or wealth. It all came down to one thing: cock size. While many members of the fraternity were straight, that didn't mean they wouldn't be honored to provide blow jobs to the largest-dicked guys, or be used for their amusement on demand. If one brother's cock was REALLY larger than another's, he could really mess with the other's mind, effectively reprogramming him. Given enough time and enough repetition of commands to cause a "burning in" of thoughts and ideas, those personality changes could become permanent. Richie had first laid claim to the two football players for his own use. If Richie received a few personal benefits from their training, it was only his just due. When the players first moved into his room as newly-pledged and programmed RTRs, he let them watch him jerk off slowly on the bed. The two football giants watched, mesmerized by the movement of both of Richie's hands up and down his giant schlong, feeling they were in the presence of true greatness. He invited them to feel it, which they did, as if it were a sensory work of art. Of course, as they were both straight, they felt no desire to do anything else. Richie realized he would have to work on them to make them useful playthings. Over the first few days, he ordered them to study and admire various of his body parts: his slim waist, his skinny legs, his lithe neck, his boyishly-cut thick blond hair, his delicate hands, his feet with the painted toenails. After several study sessions involving his feet, they began to sleep on their mattresses on either side of his bed with their faces directly under his feet, which they would admire. With a bit more programming, they started to idly jerk off looking at, sniffing, and occasionally licking his feet. When he would step out of bed onto one of the jocks before stepping down to the floor, that jock would get an instant hard-on from the feel of Richie's foot on his body. And while he was gone from the bed, they would sniff the sheets and pillow to enjoy his manly aroma. As they progressed through their studies, Richie was also teaching them the skills they would need to be successful at RTR. They learned how to give a first-rate blow job. At first the two straight jocks worked on this merely for interpersonal skill development and as a frat responsibility. However, with Richie's expert coaching, they soon came to enjoy the act, and soon they were looking forward to their cum reward at the end. They were convinced that cum, especially from a big cock, was the most delicious hot drink there could be. And they were ESPECIALLY hungry for Richie's cum. Sometimes Richie would have both of them working on him at once, one licking and sucking on each side. Once Richie had erupted they would sometimes wrestle each other to get their tongues into spilled puddles of his cum. Over time, with much practice and many suggestions, they also learned to love the feel of a cock up their asses, the bigger the better. First they practiced on each other under Richie's direction; then they worked with dildoes of increasing size, until finally they were ready for Richie's huge dick. They grew to love the feel of Richie in them, and felt empty when he pulled out. Bob and Quentin knew they were being groomed for the most important RTR responsibility of all: a trip to the top-floor room of Jason, the RTR president, for an extended, exhausting multi-hour session that would tax their physical abilities as well as their new sexual skills. Initially they viewed this eventuality with dread, but as time went by, the idea of it became more and more exciting. They were still somewhat afraid of Jason, as much as they were in awe of him, but they felt that with enough workouts, practice, and preparation, they would be ready for the Great Day, whenever it came. They had another benefit as RTR residents. Whenever their masculine, aggressive side emerged, after a particularly frustrating or maddening experience, they could always drag Roger the three-inch-dicked former RTR president into their room, slap and punch him around, force him to degrade himself, use every one of his orifices, then kick him out the door and onto the hallway floor when they were done. During high stress periods, such as exam weeks, there might even be one or more other brothers in the hall waiting to drag the discarded Roger off to their own rooms to start the process over again. At the end of days like that, Roger would crawl back to his room, covered with bruises and dripping other people's cum and piss from every part of his body, but with the satisfied feeling of having served his obvious purpose in life. of course, if a particularly sadistic large-dicked brother had ordered him to, even then he might be forced to finish the day by torturing himself in the privacy of his own room, which by now was fully equipped for such activity. Bob and Quentin's training was coming along nicely by the time of this breezy early-autumn day as the three proceeded down the hill to RTR house. As Richie passed two hunky baseball team types on their way up the hill, a tall crewcut blond Nordic type and a shorter one with long chestnut hair, he couldn't help turning around as they went by to give them a good once-over. The tall blond noticed this, and disgusted, muttered, "Faggot." Unfortunately for him, he happened to say it just as he and his friend passed the two football players. Bob and Quentin, enraged at the insult to their godlike mentor, each grabbed one of the jocks, whom they outweighed by quite a bit. "That's not a nice thing to say," Quentin told his blond captive baseball player. The tall jock struggled in his arms, but he was no match for the 300-plus pound lineman. "Just because someone likes guys, that's no reason not to show him respect. Just because you're bigger and stronger," he said, ripping the jock's shirt off and tossing it aside, revealing a nicely ripped physique covered with a light blond fuzz, "doesn't mean you should look down on another guy. Just because you're an athlete," he continued, lifting the blond off the ground like a feather and tearing his pants down to his ankles, "doesn't mean you're better than he is." Quentin tore off the player's underpants, revealing an average-size dick and balls shrunk somewhat in fear. "In fact, you're no match for him in any way." Other students had stopped to watch the situation unfold. One of them gave a good-natured wolf-whistle when the blond's pants came down. His powerful legs and size-13 shoes flailed helplessly like a little boy's in QUentin's grasp. Richie came over, gazed at the two helpless baseball players, and whispered something into Quentin's ear, then into Bob's. Bob tore the shirt off the innocent-looking chestnut-haired jock he was holding, showing a well worked-out chest and six-pack but no body hair. Then Bob and QUentin dropped their baseball players to the ground. Quentin reached down and grabbed the shirt he had torn off the blond. "We're taking your shirts down to RTR house. When you're thought about what you did wrong, and you're ready to apologize, come on down and we'll give them back." The humiliated jocks got up and ran towards their dorm. Later, when they got their nerve up, they would go down to fraternity row to retrieve their shirts. But when they got there, the brothers would be ready for them. At Richie's direction, the two were soon knocked out and dragged to the initiation room. When they regained consciousness, they discovered they were now RTRs and would be trained as playtoys for Bob and Quentin, and for anyone else in the frat that wanted them. And to them, it only seemed fair, considering their offense against a truly superior being. To help their new brothers, they were also happy to provide information on their fellow baseball players. No one from the baseball team had ever pledged RTR before, so this information, gathered from last season's team showers, would be invaluable in finding suitable additional RTR candidates, from top-ranked to bottom. This would also extend the Grand Master's influence into yet another campus sports team before its season began. Could he improve their performance even as he changed their outlook on life? XV. The football season was progressing much better than expected. The team was undefeated, having beaten several teams rated higher than themselves. The following Saturday, the team would play the team ranked sixth nationally, and was expected to lose by at least 21 points. For that reason (and of course for other, more secret ones), the team had been pushing themselves especially hard this week, and practice ran late. Last off the field and into the locker room came team cocaptain and center, Clay Carver. As befit the position he played, Clay was the biggest and most muscular member of the team. He was also the heart of the team, pushing them to work hard each day, and working hardest himself, leading by example. That's why the team looked up to him so much. He ran a large hand through his sweaty, longish thick black hair, wondering if the team had what it took to survive the upcoming game. As the team began to undress, they heard the now-dreaded sound of the locker room door slamming against the doorjamb. As the team looked on fearfully, the entire high school chess club strode arrogantly into the room, kicking objects on the floor out of their way as they walked by. One of the younger club members positioned himself by the door, another at the entrance to the shower room, to stop the players from escaping. One bulky lineman who tried to slip out to the showers was grabbed by his jockstrap by a skinny high school sophomore, and forcibly dragged back into the room, struggling and straining his muscles helplessly all the way. The sophomore dumped him on the floor and smirked at him contemptuosly, his braces glinting in his mouth. The lineman cowered at his feet, afraid of a casual steel-like kick that might cause him agonizing pain. Clancy, the chess club president and a short pudgy senior, standing in the center of the room, pushed his glasses up his nose. "Okay, sissies, listen up. First order of business, this weekend's game. Our club has a lot of money riding on that game. We've bet on you guys to win, at 20 to 1 odds. I'm here to offer you an incentive. If you win, we WON'T line you up on your backs on the quad and sit on your faces while you squirm under us, in front of the whole school. We will refrain from climbing onto your shoulders and riding you around the campus, steering you by gripping your necks tightly with our powerful legs. We will NOT force you to clean off the soles of our shoes with your tongues at the student center. We may even not strip you to your jockstraps, tie you to the fence around the campus, and paint 'LOSERS' on your chests. So there are all KINDS of reasons for you to win!" The team pictured each of these possibilities, and they knew the chess geeks could easily do all that to them, and more. Each resolved internally to work out and practice every spare moment until Saturday. No other activity or social event was even close in priority. "Next item. You guys haven't met Robbie yet," Clancy said, indicating a slightly built boy with a mop of straight blond hair and a naughty grin, wearing a tank top despite the brisk weather. He was 14 but looked younger, with smooth pale skin all over, and just a few wisps of blond hair visible in his armpit. "Robbie's new to the club, he's a freshman, and he's gay. When he first came to us, he was really shy, didn't start conversations, and was embarrassed about his sexuality. Since he joined the club, he's gained a lot of self confidence. He's decided to make one of you guys his sex slave, so he can show who's boss, and get off whenever he wants. He's here to pick the guy. Let's start with the captains. Sullivan and Carver, front and center!" Jim Sullivan, the tall red-haired starting quarterback, had been edging towards the locker room door, hoping to make a break for it and run for help. When he heard Clancy call for him, he had just reached the door and yanked it open. Immediately, the sophomore guarding the door kneed him in the groin, and he collapsed to the floor. The sophomore then dragged him, groaning in pain, to the center of the room, depositing him in front of Clancy, who completely immobilized him with one well-worn sneaker on his neck. "Now, now, Sullivan, that's no way to behave before your betters. You need to learn your place." Clancy lifted the dazed Sullivan off the ground with one hand, and tore off his practice uniform with the other. He then sat on the bench and placed Sullivan across his knees. "Misbehaving boys need to be spanked." He raised his arm and swatted Sullivan over and over, with Sullivan screaming in pain as his ass turned red, his long muscled legs twisting and writhing in his agony. The team watched all this in horror, humiliated at the power this pudgy kid had over their team captain. One team member, however, had another kind of problem, a much bigger one. Clay Carver, the other captain, having already removed his uniform at the time of the geeks' invasion, stood by his locker wearing nothing but his jockstrap. As he watched Sullivan being spanked, a side of him he had tried to keep hidden began to emerge. For while Clay, in his sizable glory, was the team's inspiration, mentor to younger players, and a figure all admired, he had a secret submissive side. He had always secretly dreamed of being physically dominated by an even bigger man, forced to serve at the sexual pleasure of a muscle giant. He watched all the WWF competitions on television, and fantasized himself as the well-trained and often punished housebitch of some of the biggest wrestlers he saw. He jerked off regularly to pictures in wrestling magazines, imagining himself being spanked across the laps of the dominating figures he saw in the photos. As he watched Sullivan's spanking, and knowing he was next for humiliation, Clay helplessly began to throw a substantial rod. He tried his best to cover himself with his big hands, but his huge cock refused to remain confined in his jockstrap, popped out and stood prominently against his stomach. As Clancy rolled Sullivan, whimpering and rubbing his sore ass, off his lap and onto the floor, he looked over to Clay and was astonished by what he saw. "Hey guys, look at Carver! He's really getting off on this! He's really a fag!" Everyone in the room stared at Clay in amazement. Clay was racked with shame, but the humiliation only served to increase his helpless excitement, and he became even harder. Robbie, the delicate gay freshman, strode cockily over to Clay and shouted "Attention!" Clay stood as stiffly as he could, looking straight ahead, hands by his side, huge biceps bulging in both his arms and legs, cock straining against his stomach. As Robbie walked around and behind his new potential acquisition, he swatted him on the buns with his relative super-strength. Clay winced in pain but did not cry out. Delighted, Robbie announced, "This one is mine." Jim Sullivan, helplessly pinned to the floor under Clancy's sneakered foot, could not help a sigh of relief. But Clay's excitement only increased, because he realized his impossible fantasy was about to come true. It was not exactly as he imagined it; instead of submitting to a huge, muscled wrestler, he was about to become the bitch of a 5'3" innocent blond high school freshman. The pale hand that would spank him and throw him around was only half the length of Clay's erect dick. The pink teen asshole his long tongue would get to know well would require work to penetrate. The feet under which he would occasionally lie as a footstool were smaller than his own hands. The dark afternoon stubble on Clay's face was almost more hair than Robbie had on his entire body below the top of his head. Yet the domination would be complete, and voluntary. Seeing their captain and most admired team member voluntarily becoming the sex slave of one of their pipsqueak tormentors had a devastating psychological effect on the team. Although they were under no direct hypnotic compulsion to feel this way, each of them became slightly more resigned to submitting to the high school geeks, and more desirous of impressing and pleasing them as a way to avoid further punishment. For the coming weekend, they knew that the chess club had a lot at stake in the game, and it was far more important for the team to win in order not to harm the interests of the club members than it was to win for any of their own personal reasons. Instead of a horrible aberration, the situation now seemed much more like the natural order of things: might made right... XVI. Gabe, the smooth compact swimmer from GK, walked towards Sig Lam house. He had been summoned by Dom to once again serve as substitute master to Dom's slave twin Tom while Dom went away. Gabe fondly remembered the weekend he had commanding Tom. The much bigger, well-muscled Tom had responded to his every wish, sometimes even before he had expressed it. Gabe had never ordered around or physically abused anyone before, but under Dom's guiding influence he had grown to enjoy his absolute power over Tom, creatively finding new ways to pick on him. And the meaner he got with Tom, the more Tom became devoted to him and filled with lust for him. Gabe was a friendly, easygoing guy, well-liked by his frat brothers. He had participated in many house activities in the days before the Grand Master arrived and permanently changed the nature of being a Gamma Kappa. Since the change was hypnotically designed not to be noticed, it had only seemed natural to Gabe when JJ, a well-toned but rather plain-faced Sig Lam, walked into his room, took over the bed, and moved him to a bare old mattress on the floor. JJ also ordered Gabe to take his own clothes out of the closet and dresser and pile them on the floor, then go over to Sig Lam, get JJ's stuff, bring it over and hang it neatly in the closet and fold it into the dresser drawers. Gabe didn't mind any of this, or think it unusual: he simply owed this to his new roommate because he was a Sig Lam. JJ turned out to be rather slovenly, and given to farting quite loudly and frequently. Once during a particularly extended session of flatulence, JJ nastily cracked that Gabe should learn to like the smell of his farts. of course, Gabe helplessly mistook this remark for an order. Over time, through sheer force of will, he actually began to look forward to his roommate's farts, savoring the odor and trying to guess from it what JJ had eaten at his previous meal. After a good fart, JJ would look over at Gabe's sniffing, appreciative face and snigger, thinking, what a dweeb. As an active, dynamic personality, Gabe had tended to dominate friendships as well as relationships with women. However, as time went by, and JJ's low-key but steady assault on his original personality took its toll, Gabe's forceful will faded, along with his masculinity, and he became quieter, more deferential to others and less and less interested in sex. When Dom first brought swim-teammate Gabe over to Sig Lam to serve as Tom's temporary master, it marked a turnaround in Gabe's personality trends. Dom had reawakened Gabe's active nature, and with his instructions had hypnotically laced it with a small but growing element of sadism to perfectly complement Tom's artificially-induced masochism. Gabe grew to enjoy barking impossible orders at Tom, as much as Tom enjoyed obeying them, and being severely punished when he failed. Tom secretly thrilled to the occasional surprise boot to the groin, to having his hair grabbed and face forced into Gabe's sweaty armpit or crotch for tongue-cleaning duty, to being forced to stand at attention for hours while Gabe studied or watched television, and being beaten when he faltered for a moment. He especially liked Gabe's trick, learned from Dom, of riding Tom's naked muscular body on all fours around the room with liberal use of a riding crop. It put his back in constant contact with Gabe's small but (to Tom) perfectly-formed cock. For his part, Gabe, although straight by his original nature, loved to watch Tom's considerable muscles flex and ripple under his direct command, as if they were extensions of his own body. While he had been dubious when originally assigned his mastering task by Dom, Gabe actually suffered quite a letdown when Dom returned from his weekend out of town. When Gabe got back to GK, his roommate JJ noticed the change immediately. While Gabe continued to follow JJ's orders, there was no longer deference and admiration in his bearing. It was more like he was just doing his job for someone who was only technically superior. But JJ, being both straight and not particularly sadistic, let it slide. As long as Gabe obeyed his instructions, he was still getting what he wanted out of being boss of the room. Now it was a month later, and Dom had phoned Gabe and told him to come to Sig Lam for more "riding duty". As he neared the house, he absent-mindedly rubbed his crotch as he remembered the thrill of his last "duty" weekend. Would this become a regular occurrence? He could only hope so. As he walked in the twins' room, he noticed Tom hooded and chained, as usual, to Dom's bed, but also hogtied on the floor. When Tom saw Gabe, he got noticeably excited. His two most revered people in the world were in the room with him, and even in his awkward position it was impossible to contain his happiness. "Look at that piece of shit. He actually loves all this. Pain is now pleasure to him," said Dom, with a powerful pointed-boot-tip kick to Tom's side. "I really got off on training him, wearing him down, destroying and rebuilding his personality, but it's done now. He's completely broken. Where's the fun in that?" Gabe was at a loss for words. He looked down at Tom. After months of serving Dom and working out as his two exclusive activities, Tom was in hugely better shape than his twin. As Tom gazed up at Gabe with love in his eyes, visible even through the hood eyeholes, Gabe couldn't understand what Dom's problem was. What could be better than to have a handsome, worked-out guy that lived only to serve your every wish? "Next week is spring break. I'm tired of being stuck with this piece of shit. For me it's become like a job, it's like I can never leave. I want to head out and train someone new, break his spirit and destroy his will. I'm going to use the rest of this week and spring break week to try it. There's a guy back home I went to high school with who used to look at Tom and me when he thought we weren't looking. Of course, at the time I didn't know the full extent of my powers, so I didn't even give him a second thought. This guy is nearly a foot taller than me, and stronger, and I've imagined working on him until he submits. I think I know enough about his weaknesses to get him completely under my thumb. "I'm going to leave you here the whole time with Tom. If my deal doesn't work out, I'll be back after spring break. If it does, well, you might not see me for awhile. That tall friend back home is from a really rich family, and he just got his trust fund when he turned 21. Once he's my property, I'll make him sign everything he has over to me, and he'll be glad to do it just so I'll keep on kicking him in the balls the way he needs it." Dom paused, excitedly imagining his 6'7" friend standing at attention as best he could, a sheen of fear-produced sweat covering his torso, 12-inch vibrating dildo up his ass and ball spreader in front, cock ring keeping him painfully erect, waiting for further abuse. Standing naked and helpless in the dark basement of what was formerly his own expensive home, now Dom's, where he was the full-time slave while Dom and his fellow master guests partied and lived upstairs. "If that happens, this room and my brother are both yours. I won't need this damn school anymore, I'll be set. You might have to dress him up to take a picture of the two of you and e-mail it to our folks so they won't think something's wrong. I'll cover you with them when I get back home, let them know you're Tom's new best friend. That way you can make it look like he's keeping in touch even though he can hardly talk anymore." Tom gazed uncomprehendingly but lovingly up at his twin. The gods in his life were communing, there was no need for his worthless self to listen to their important masterful talk. He probably wouldn't understand it anyway. Gabe couldn't believe his luck. His life had changed in the space of a few minutes. He would be a man again, a dominating, loved and respected, masculine man. He would be away from the demanding JJ for awhile, maybe even forever, which would be a good thing since he no longer thought of JJ with the complete respect he used to have for him. He couldn't even remember why he had held that respect. Gabe held one booted foot up near tied-up Tom's mouth, and Tom began eagerly licking it. "OK, I'm taking off now." Dom grabbed his bag. "I'm sure you two will be happy together. See ya." As Dom opened the door and stepped into the hall, he nearly tripped over the Grand Master, who had been listening at the door. A few control words and Dom's conscious mind went blank. Within thirty seconds, all three frat boys were in the same state. When they woke up, ALL their worlds had changed. As he had hoped, Gabe was now permanently installed in what had been the twins' room. He was now no longer a Gamma Kappa, but a Sig Lam. In fact, he had ALWAYS been a Sig Lam, as far as he or anyone else could remember. That put him on an equal status with the others living in the Sig Lam house, and made him the superior of any GK. After a hypnozonked JJ brought Gabe's stuff over from the GK house without really knowing why, Gabe settled into his new room and began his life with Tom. He removed Tom's chain, but ordered him to behave as if it was still in place. When Tom moved beyond the zone, Gabe would kick and punch him while he stood with his arms helplessly by his side. On the odd occasion, Tom would intentionally step past the line just to receive the punishment he so craved. After several months, Tom's memory of Dom faded, and all he could think about was Gabe. For him, all was right with the world. Meanwhile, over at the GK house, a new living arrangement suddenly materialized in a room on the second floor. Two of the mildest-mannered GK roommates found themselves with a new guest in their room. Cute, blond, about 5'8", he was naked except for a leather hood, chained to one of their two bed frames, and he was clearly a mute, unable to talk, write, or even form words with his mouth, although great fear and anger could be seen to alternate in his eyes. For reasons they couldn't understand, the GK roommates found increasingly great excitement in taking out their day-to-day frustrations on the senses and private parts of their new friend. While they were clearly new at it, the sophistication of their methods of torment grew each day, and more and more often these otherwise straight GKs would sport hard-ons during their activities. Soon, they were spending less and less time away from their room in the evening, and finding more ways to make the torture more sadistically interesting. As their lives changed, the companionship of Women became a distant memory, seemingly irrelevant to their pleasure. Dom could not believe the situation. Here he was, imprisoned in a room with two sissy GKs, who were torturing him in ways he had never even thought of in his days with Tom. And for some reason he was totally unable to talk, and pathologically afraid to make any noise that might draw attention to himself. He knew that if he could speak, he could control the roommates, since he was a Sig Lam and they were GKs. If he could just talk to them, he could get them to free him. He would then have them go downtown to a leather store and buy the largest, most painful-looking whips they could find, come back to the room, strip naked, and use them on each other. One would be commanded to bend over and expose his ass and lower back, then CRACK! the other would be compelled to deliver a full-force blow. Then the first would bend over, and CRACK! Dom would greatly enjoy watching each one in turn sorrowfully inflict as much pain as he could on his roommate, while Dom sat on the couch jerking off and giving them their orders. But it was not to be. Dom's speech center was simply not functioning. You see, the Grand Master kept watch over his experiments, particularly his early, favored ones. And one element of the GM's philosophy was, you're responsible for taking care of your human property. You can belittle your brother, then beat him, torture him, and ultimately enslave him, but once you've done that, you can't simply walk away. Therefore, the GM terminated his twins experiment and began a new one: can two natural bottoms successfully enslave a top who has lost his power to command? Will the former top grow to accept his situation after awhile, say a few months, or will he fight it every inch of the way? Only time would tell.

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Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 23:17:29 -0800 (PST) From: Alan Knight Subject: Spank, Shag, Spunk by Greggie (authoritarian, M/t, Spank, Anal) story: While I was still a teenager and working in the city, I boarded with an older couple who had a grown-up son, Mike. He must have been in his late twenties, I guess. Mike worked for the rail depot as a shunter so was masculine and fit. He was married and had his own house. His wife's name was Crissy. Anyway, she had to go out of town for some reason and was gone for about a month. Mike decided to wallpaper their lounge because Crissy had been on at him about it for ages. He used to come to his parent's place for his midday meal while Crissy was away. This particular Saturday he said he was worried he might not get the job finished before Crissy got home. I had nothing planned so offered to help which he accepted. After the meal I climbed on the back of Mike's Triumph motorbike and we roared off down the road to his place. The lounge looked good, nearly finished, and I couldn't understand why Mike thought he needed any help. He had the steps and I had a chair to stand on. I was reaching up so my jeans slipped down. Mike was walking past and smacked the exposed part of my bum. hard. To provoke him, I said: "Mike. I think a fly just landed on my bum". He unleashed a volley of swats. "That fly's taken up tap-dancing". He said: "I dare you to come upstairs and take a r-e-a-l spanking from me". "You're on". A few minutes later we were in the bedroom. I was bending over a chair, jeans and underpants around my ankles, while Mike warmed my tail with his big hands. What had started out as a bit of fun became quite an intense scene. A hand spanking is mild compared to a leathering but Mike had big paws and spanked very hard. My bum was real sore. "Ow! You win". He stopped spanking but then said, hopefully: "Any chance of a shag?" Now, I was still a virgin. Jacking-off alone being the sole sexual activity I'd experienced. I turned around and Mike had this pleading look in his big brown eyes. "OK" I said. "You can bum me but it's not going in my mouth". Well, the pair of us stripped naked. When I saw the size of his erect, uncut penis, sticking out like a big poker from its nest of curly hair, I had second thoughts. "That thing looks like it could do some damage". "You still a virgin?" "Yes", I replied, embarrassed. "Don't worry. It'll hurt a bit - but not as much as that spanking did". Mike got me to kneel on the bed and he stood behind me, rubbing petroleum jelly onto the tip and shaft of his fleshy monster. Then he pressed against my hidden opening. Of course, I tensed up. So, Mike squeezed my still very sore bum cheeks, hard. That distracted me enough so that I relaxed and allowed him entry. He pushed until his nuts were slapping against my orbs. He gave me a minute to get used to the bloated feeling stretching my chute and then started thrusting, slowly at first but then faster. It was uncomfortable but didn't hurt too much after that. I got caught up with the smell of him, the feeling of his flesh on my flesh. It was so obscene yet also the most intimate way of being joined to another male. I felt myself moving under him until, after many minutes had passed, he groaned and drained his seed high into my rectum. Afterwards, Mike found a towel and cleaned us both up. We lay on the bed recovering. Later, Mike made a cup of coffe. We finished the wallpapering and tidied up the lounge. Mike took me back to his parent's place and, admittedly, I was a bit sore straddling the Triumph on the return trip. At the gate he just said "Thanks, mate". I mumbled something about hoping Crissy would go out of town more often. He grinned and clapped me on the shoulder: "Crissy is a bit frigid in the bed department, so if you can help me out, say, once a week - that'd be great". I couldn't imagine warm, loving Crissy being the least bit 'frigid' so suspected Mike had an above-average sex drive. "Sure thing, mate". Most weekends, under the guise of a fishing trip, we got on the Triumph and rode through the mountain pass to a remote rail depot shed. Maintenance crews used it about once a year. In that dusty room, Mike's big hands lit a fire in my bum and then he shagged me. He certainly knew how to work his way up without causing me too much discomfit. He was obviously experienced. Mike never kissed me or showed the slightest interest in my penis. He always took me from behind, and while he was doing it might well have been thinking he was making love to a woman. 'Love'? The truth is we rutted like animals. Jacking-off was not something Mike would have done. He didn't regard going up my bum as cheating on Chrissy. I'd never told him about the hidings I used to get at home but he seemed to know I had a need to be spanked. It might not even have been that. Maybe spanking was simply his idea of foreplay. Whatever, Mike felt he could then shag me, get release, but still keep his masculinity intact. Afterwards, he cleaned us both up. His limp penis was usually soiled which is not surprising considering where it had been for the last forty five minutes. There was surprisingly little leakage from my bung-hole. Once we were both dressed again, we'd sit in the sunshine drinking coffee from Mike's flask. We talked about footy, work - anything except what we had just done in that dusty shed. When it was time to go, he always asked: "You, alright?" When I nodded my head he'd look right into my eyes and say: "You sure you're alright?" "Yes Mike, I'm fine". What would he have done if I'd said I was NOT alright? Buried me in the mountains? Probably. It was like I was under his spell. When we were apart I thought shagging was disgusting and obscene, especially when I was sitting in his parent's throne-room, busy expelling a big load of his spunk. Yet, one look from those brown eyes and all my doubts simply melted away. One time, post-coital, in that shed, I asked him: "I know you've got a big 'nail' but how large is your 'hammer'?" He laughed in his deep, masculine voice but then showed off his large, muscular buttocks. I caught a glimpse of his anus. From the size of it, nothing had been up it since he was a baby when, presumably, his mother cleaned it with a cotton-bud. There were faint scars on the surface of his pink mounds which puzzled me though. While we were drinking our coffee he said: "You notice those marks on my butt?" "Yes". "Well, when I was twelve years old my Dad used to take me out shooting rabbits. My folks worked for a dairy farmer and had a cottage on his land. Rabbits were a real curse. Dad used to shoot them. He'd skin the young ones and Mum used the meat for a stew". He paused to pick up a stone and skim it scross the barren land. "Dad taught me all about firearm safety. He never let me fire the rifle though. It was a .22 but had a real vicious recoil and he thought I might bust my shoulder". He picked up another stone and threw it. "I longed to shoot that gun. One morning I found it leaning up against the side of the back door. So, I stood in the open doorway swinging that rifle from the hip like I was John Wayne". Mike looked at me. "What day did your Mum do the washing?" "Monday. Always Monday". "Same as mine so it must have been a Monday. Well, what I didn't know was the rifle was loaded. A stoat had been bothering the hens and Dad had the rifle ready in case the stoat came back. I must have knocked the safety-catch because the rifle fired. The bullet went straight through the sheet Mum was busy pegging on the line. I knew I was in b-i-g trouble". "Could have been worse". "Yeah. Damn near killed her. Dad was fencing in the far paddock. When he came back to the house he found Mum in hysterics and the district's only cop, a big, mean son-of-a-bitch called Johnston taking statements. The farmer's wife had phoned him. Nosy cow". Another stone skimmed the arid land. "Well, the farmer's wife took Mum over to her place for a brandy and a lie-down. The cop decided to save on the paperwork. The shooting had been unintentional so he decided to hand out summary justice". Mike's expression turned grim. "My shorts and underpants came off. Dad pulled me over the kitchen table and held me down. The cop unlooped his heavy police-issue belt and got to work on my backside. I'd had hidings before but nothing like that one. He hit me so hard and long my bum swelled up with big blood blisters. Slept on my belly for a few nights after that, I can tell you". "Strewth", I said, "That was rough". "The way I see it, if I'd killed poor Mum the scars I'd be carrying in my head today would to be a hell of a lot worse than a few faint marks on my bum". "I guess". "At high school I was a bit of an imp. Got the cane more than a few times. Didn't hurt much". Mike scratched his chin. One time I had a big boil on my bum. I told the headmaster but he thought I was having him on so made me bend over. Well, the final whack landed right on top of the boil. They must have heard me yelling in the next county. Still, he saved me the trouble of going to the doctor and getting the thing lanced". He drained the last of his coffee. "Better get you home before Mum starts thinking you've fallen in the river". "They must wonder why we never catch any fish?" He shrugged. "I just tell them that all we ever get are tiddlers which YOU make me throw back". We both laughed. I reassured him as usual and then climbed onto the pillion seat. I wrapped my arms around him and we roared off through the pass. I thought I was the luckiest teenager alive. title: Spank, Shag, Spunk author: Greggie sender_url: nil sender_email: unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com

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Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 15:42:00 -0600 From: J Subject: Changing My Mind, Chapter 1 I stopped humping, spent and out of breath. My girlfriend, Sarah, clung to my sweaty shoulders and pulled herself close to my face, her breasts pushing against my bare chest. "You cum yet?" she asked in as pleasant a voice as possible. She felt me shake my head in the dark, and then she asked, "Lost cause?" to which I nodded. We went to sleep, then. Sarah drifted off happily, in the arms of the boyfriend she'd apparently been eyeing for most of college. But I couldn't rest. Why was I having such difficulty getting an orgasm from fucking my girlfriend? The next day was a weekend and Sarah had a squash match away somewhere, so I spent the afternoon low-key, surfing the internet on my computer. I'm not sure how I even ended up in the erotic chat forum, but I'd brought my what-the-hell attitude with me that day, so I signed on as `mr. Ious.' Clever, huh? I was barraged by a list of usernames on the right side of the screen. Names like `hungman' and `ate-inches' and `sammy_21.' "What goes on in here?" I wrote. I was given the usual spiel by the room's operators and discovered that it was a forum for gay men. I'm not homophobic and I needed something to do, someone to talk to, so I hung out. I laughed a little at the rude fantasies that were being written. It was like these men had known each other for years; a community of strangers. "So what's your fantasy?" one of them asked me. I decided to play along. "I'd like to get turned gay." "What do you mean by that?" asked one user, `tiptop_19.' Ummm. "I'm a straight guy -- hope that's okay in here -- and my fantasy is to become so turned on by a man that I have no choice but to fall in love with him," I wrote back. "Everyone is welcome here," wrote hungman, a system op. tiptop_19, who seemed to be taking a sudden interest in me, wrote, "Are you Ser Ious, Mr. Ious?" I don't know why, but I answered, "Sure." "Cause I can help u with that," he wrote back. So we started talking, tiptop_19 and I. We chatted for three hours that afternoon, and then two more late that night. He was an interesting guy -- his name was Ryan, I found out -- had a boyfriend of two years, but liked to get out and play the field a little. "And your boyfriend lets you do this?" I asked, intrigued. "My boyfriend doesn't tell me what to do," he wrote back. "He knows I'll always come home to him." There was something very appealing about what Ryan said, the way he talked. He had this presence online, which would have sounded ridiculous to me before that day, but now I understood. I felt like talking to him all the time, and pretty soon, I was. I started hanging out less and less with college friends and with Sarah. I'd make some lame excuse, and then rush back to my room, lock the door, and get online with Ryan. It didn't take too long for the conversation to lead to sex. "So why u keep showing up here?" Ryan wrote. "I dunno," I said honestly. "I just like the company, I guess." "r u gay?" "No!" I said. Of course, that was basically the truth. A friend of mine and I had sucked each other off back in high school. No big deal, just fooling around...though I had asked to suck him off even after he refused to reciprocate the last two times we'd done it. "I mean," I continued, "I love women. I've had a blowjob from a guy friend, but to me, gay sex is about power." Ryan was persistent, though not pushy. After two months of talking like this, he was convinced I was gay and he wouldn't let it go. I continued to insist that I wasn't, or at least, I was bi. One night, he wrote, "Take off your clothes." And I didn't even think about it, I just did it. Ryan was in some completely different place in the country, wouldn't have been able to tell if I was naked or wearing three layers, but I did what he said. "OK, naked," I replied. "Look at ur cock." I did. "U hard?" I was. I told him. "What are u hard about?" "I don't know," I wrote back. That night, we had our first scene. He had me slobbering all over my cock, rubbing it slowly at first, then more until he ordered me to cum, and gobs and gobs shot out of my rock hard cock. It was the best orgasm I'd had in weeks. "You need more stuff, boy," Ryan wrote to me. I found I liked being called boy. It seemed like an affectionate term. "What kind of stuff, sir?" Slowly, we accumulated a list. At first, he only intended me to buy some baby oil, but I kept on asking what else he wanted me to get, just to see what ideas he had. But then he'd tell me what else he wanted me to get -- a dildo, a butt plug, a cock ring, posing trunks -- and I'd have to buy them. It's okay; I was good to try anything once, and this wasn't going to hurt any, as long as I didn't run into anyone I knew. I did some research and found a sex shop that would have those items two towns over. I drove there, parked around the corner -- I didn't want anyone recognizing my car. I mean, I wasn't gay. I was just doing this with a friend online. Just trying stuff out. There were a few people in the store, browsing. A quick check revealed I didn't know any of them. I found the dildos quickly and browsed through them. There were monstrous ones, and I figured it wasn't worth it to get one of those. I chose one that looked like it was about the size of my own cock: six inches long, about four inches around. Grabbed the butt plug, too, and a leather cock ring with straps, but couldn't find the posing briefs anywhere. Then I realized they were behind the counter. I'd have to ask for them. Sitting by the register was a gorgeous woman -- busty, blonde, pouty lips. When she saw me with the equipment I had in my hands, she looked at me as a gay man, didn't even consider whether I was attractive or not because what was the point for her? "Can I help you?" she asked me. I told her I needed a pair of posing briefs. She looked behind her where there were several pairs on display. She was much nicer than I had imagined a sex shop clerk would be; together, we decided on a tight, electric blue, high cut, bikini brief. "That'll look really good for your boyfriend," she said. I blushed profusely. Ryan seemed thrilled at my experience. After beginning our session with the usual warm-ups to nudity and erection, Ryan asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I wanted to try out the toys, I guess. "So u want to get fucked in the ass?" he said. "No, it's different. I just want to try the dildo." "OK, whatev," Ryan wrote back. He got me to slime the dildo and my ass with lube and I sat back in my chair, my legs up on my desk, my computer right in front of me. I started to shove the dildo in my hole. It took a while, and there was a point right around three inches that took my breath away. Then it was intense pleasure and pain from there on. Once it was all the way in, Ryan ordered me to fuck my ass with the dildo. There I was, naked and alone in my dorm room, fucking my ass for the first time all because someone I'd never met had told me to. It felt incredible. I loved getting fucked. But before I could cum, Ryan told me I could not. "u can't cum until u do something for me." Breathlessly, dildo half in my ass, I reached to the keyboard and wrote, "Anything. I'll do anything, sir." "Anything?" I was told to put on my cock ring and tight, light-colored pants, plus a comfortable shirt. Then I needed to drive to Wal-Mart the next day, a Saturday, when it was really busy, and go to the dressing room. That was the only place I was allowed to cum, but I couldn't use anything to clean up but what I had on. After cumming, I had to go buy a jockstrap, some nylon rope, and a bucket, and come back home. "I'll be waiting," Ryan wrote. I drove up to the Wal-Mart and entered. I was so hard, and I knew that anyone looking at me would be able to tell that my pants were straining with lust. Luckily, most of the customers were occupied with their kids or spouses. I grabbed a pair of pants -- any pair, didn't matter -- and walked to the dressing room. Once inside, I whipped out my rock-hard cock and thought about Ryan. I imagined his defined chest and abs, his confident gaze luring me to do these ridiculous things. I mean, I was about to embarrass myself in front of a store full of people. I didn't care. I wanted this. I worked my left hand up and down my throbbing cock and in less than thirty seconds, I exploded all over my pants. It sprayed up and down my pant legs like mud splashing a car. Cum coated my legs . Suddenly, I got scared. Before just now, this had been an exciting idea that made me hard to think about, but now there was no escape from my fate. I tried to wait for a few minutes to see if the cum stains would dry and fade, but there was no hope. I gathered my courage and broke out of the dressing room. I hadn't thought to look where the items I needed were before blowing my wad, so now I had to speedwalk up and down the aisles of this gigantic Wal-Mart, searching in vain for the bucket, rope, and jockstrap. I felt like everyone in the store was looking at me now, whispering. It was obvious I hadn't peed in my pants -- there wasn't a soaking that ran down one leg. It was more of a splatter, like a Jackson Pollock painting. I was bright red with shame. Ryan had really put me in my place. I found the equipment I was to buy and endured the disgusted look of the cashier's face as she rung me out. But I also noticed that my erection was back in full force as I walked outside to my car. Ryan made me take the rope and wrap it around my ballsac just above my nuts so that they stretched out a bit. Then I had to tie the other end to a bucket so that it banged against my shins. I was to get naked and drink plenty of water. Ryan chatted with me about how I'd felt in the store. "I was so embarrassed, master," I wrote. I'd started calling him master just for kicks. I thought again about what he'd made me do and realized that my name for him was apt. "Hold on a sec, sir. I just have to go to the bathroom." "Wait," he wrote back instantly. I sat waiting for his further instructions. "Pee in the bucket," he said. I did what he said and filled the bottom of the bucket. There was a little more weight hanging off my balls. I saw what he was doing to me. My penis was stiffer than I'd ever remembered. I was so hot for Ryan; I felt like I would do anything he asked me to. "Drink more water," Ryan wrote. Over the next several hours, he had me jack slowly and tantalizingly, barely touching my cock, or allowing me just a few strokes. I peed three more times, and my master had me walk around, jump a little bit. I was really feeling it. Ryan made me pinch my nipples until they were extra sensitive, pulling the nubs away from my body, twisting them to hardness. He had me fuck my ass more with the dildo. I did everything he said. That night, at three am, after over twelve hours of this, Ryan finally let me cum. It was mind-blowing. All over my desk, my hands, my wall. It was as though my orgasm was lasting for whole minutes. I couldn't help but moan. I knew my roommates could probably hear me, but I was starting not to care. I hadn't admitted it yet, but I was becoming gay for Ryan, and I was becoming his slave. Little did I know that this was only the tip of the iceberg of what I would be willing to do for my master. Thanks for reading. Thanks, H.E., for the inspiration.

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Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2024 16:49:33 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 5 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, including teens and consensual and non-consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Characters: Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles, and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door Alex Richardson - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles, and zero body fat. Jason Richardson - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat. David Anderson - Submissive, married to Adam and father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6-inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features stand out. Adam Anderson - Submissive, married to David and father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. The face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. Billy Anderson - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body Jimmy Anderson - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair and green eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. Mikey Anderson - Son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. The face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org POV slave David I let Adam talk with the kids. I'm too embarrassed that our sons saw me getting fucked by Master Frank. So I am glad Adam took the lead to explain Master Frank's proposal. For our sons, it's the best option to secure their future. Master Frank will pay for their college education and provide a good start to a career. What I never knew until today is that our sons want to be Owned by a Master. In fact, all three want to be Owned by the same Master. I'm glad at least they talked with Adam about their feelings to be Owned. From looking at their hard cocks they seem excited about being slaves. That will do them well to handle their enslavement, assuming they take the deal and sign the contracts. I watch them run to their room to read what the contract lays down for their possible future. I suggest, "Adam, I guess we should read our Slavery Contracts?" Adam replies, "Yeah let's sit on the couch and read them." Adam hands me mine and we sit down. We are still just in the Speedos but after what I went through I really don't care. Shit our boys are naked so being in Speedos is dressed as far as I'm concerned right now. Much of the Slave Contract I was expecting, like being naked on Frank's property. Obeying Frank and his boys. Being punished which Frank's boys already did to Adam with the paddle. It seems to be a given that we would have to serve them sexually and domestically. Frank and his boys have already had us serve them both sexually and domestically. So nothing new or unexpected so far. Then we get to handing over our identification, giving up our bank passwords, and even giving up our house to Master Frank. So I say, "Adam, did you get the part where we have to hand over our identification, bank passwords, and give up our house?" "Yeah, I see Master Frank really wants to own us. It would be hard to change our minds if he has control of all that." I reply, "That is exactly what I am thinking. We really would be at his mercy." "Well isn't that what real slavery is about? No way to escape. I mean. if you were in his shoes wouldn't you do the same thing? I mean do you expect him to just blindly expect us not to have second thoughts once we are his slaves? Master Frank needs some type of guarantee if he is going to invest so much in our family. Don't you think he needs this kind of guarantee?" "Well, I guess that makes sense. He can't let us escape once he pays off the house and is supporting our boys full-time." "And don't forget that Master Frank is putting our sons through college. You know they are not going to get scholarships. They just don't have the grades. This is the only way they can be successful. I'll gladly give up everything, even my freedom so they can have a life. Besides, you know it would be bad to go back to your dad's house. He hates us and our boys. I can see it in his eyes. Something with your family did something to that man. Why do you think we have never met your grandparents? Something is strange with your family's past that he never would admit. Plus, you know we can't go to my family for help. They completely disowned me because I am gay. So really what choice do we have?" "Yeah, I know." I know my husband is right. We have to give up our freedom for good so our boys can have a life after their enslavement ends. I keep reading. The contract talks about us being slaves for the rest of our lives and Master Frank's twin sons inheriting us which we already knew. Then I read about never being able to remove our slave collars and them controlling my movements with RFID and e-sim chips. Plus, our house will be turned into slave quarters. Our rooms will be like prison cells, only a cot and desk. We can be confined for however long our Masters wish. Fuck! I feel my dick start growing in the speedos. Do I like the idea of being controlled that much? I look over at Adam and see his dick is even harder than mine! We really want this, don't we? Helping our sons just helps us accept that we were born to be slaves. I read on. The contract states that I will become Master Frank's personal assistant. I imagine that the job will be more than just working for him as his assistant in his company. The contract already stated I'll be serving Master sexually too. I remember the fucking from last night. It was the best fuck of my life, even though my sons saw me get fucked. I imagine it wouldn't be the last time seeing their father be fucked by their Master, assuming they take the deal. I read on about Master Frank adopting our boys as his sons. That we can never contest the adoption once the Slavery Contract is signed by all members of our immediate family. Master Frank will literally own them as their legal father. We will no longer have parental rights to control their future. Master Frank will assume that right. Plus, I read that if something happens to Master Frank then his sons would inherit Adam and me. Then if something happens to his sons then our sons would inherit all of Master's wealth including Adam and me. The realization just hits me, our sons could end up with our Masters! I look at Adam, "You realize that if something happens to Master Frank and his sons then we would end up our sons' slaves?" "Yes, I just figured that out. Well, I guess it makes sense since they would legally be Master Frank's adopted sons so they will be next in line for inheriting Master's property. Since Master would own us, why wouldn't our sons inherit Master's slaves? As Master said, we will be his property!" I can't believe Adam is so casual about the possibility of being our son's slave. "Besides, it would be very unlikely for something to happen to both Master Frank and his sons. Don't you think we should focus on what is about to happen instead of what could happen?" I reply, "I guess you're right. I should focus on what our sons are about to decide on their future." Adam continues, "Right now, our sons are deciding the most important thing of their lives. And you're worried about some unlikely scenario that may never come true!" Now I feel like shit. Adam is right, I am being selfish. "Sorry Adam, you're right. Should be thinking about our sons right now!" "Good now, have you completely read your contract?" I look down, "No not yet" "Well, shouldn't you finish it?" So I continue reading my Slavery Contract. Once I read the last part, I get concerned again. Master Frank left the contract open for revisions without our approval. What changes would he make in the contract? It worries me but at the same time excites me as well. Adam looks down at my speedos with a smile. I follow his gaze down to see a wet spot forming in them. Fuck do I like the idea of Master Frank just changing our slavery contract however he wishes in the future? Why is my family so submissive? What makes us so different from everyone else in the world? Maybe Master Frank is right? We were born to be submissives and have always been meant to be slaves. It's like Master Frank knows me better than I know myself! Then I remember what Adam just said. I need to focus on our sons and not myself right now. I finish reading the contract and at the end I see Master Frank, Master Alex, and Master Jason have already signed the contract. So, I pick up a pen that Adam just placed on the table in front of me. Yet, as I am about to sign the contract, I hear our naked sons come running down the hall. I look up and set the pen down again. Jimmy yells excitably, "Dads, we have signed our Slavery Contracts." placing three contracts on the table right beside Adam's and mine. All three of our sons have big smiles on their faces. I also can't help but notice that their dicks are pointing straight up. My dick is just as hard as my sons and Adam's dick. If this was any other situation, I would be applauded at seeing my sons' horny dicks. Yet, this is far from a normal situation! Adam speaks up first and again I am happy to have him take the lead on this. "Boys, are you absolutely sure this is what you want to do with your future? Once David and I sign our contracts then you and us will become owned property of Master Frank and his twin sons. There will be no turning back. Your lives will change forever! You will never be able to make decisions for yourself until our Master frees you. You will be slaves for at least 15 to 20 years!" All three boys yell out with excitement, "Yes!" "Have you read and understood every detail of the contract?" All three yell out again "Yes!" "Do you have any questions for us?" Jimmy asks, "Dads want this as much as we do, right?" Adam and I look at each other and then at our sons, "Yes, boys we do." Jimmy then says "Then why haven't you signed your contracts already?" We both look at each other, thinking we were just about to do that and laugh to ourselves. Adam responds, "Boys we were waiting for you boys' decisions." Jimmy replies, "Well you know what we decided, why not just sign it right now?" Adam and I just nod at Jimmy. I feel so nervous, horny, and excited. My family will become owned property as soon as Adam and I sign these contracts and then hand them over to our new Master. Jimmy walks up to us with his hard dick in our faces, placing a hand on each of our shoulders. He looks down at us and says, "Go ahead and sign the contracts." Adam and I pick up the pens and place the pen on the line next to our name. "Go on Dads this is what we all want!" Adam and I nod our heads again and then sign the contracts. A flood of relief washes over me. Suddenly, I feel free. Free of trying to be something I am not. Then to my surprise, I shoot a load right in my speedos and then moan. I'm so content like my true self has finally been released. The orgasm I just had is proof I really want this. I look at Adam and see a big wet spot in his speedos too. Jimmy lets go of our shoulders, pointing to our wet speedos, and laughs "See you just proved that you want to be slaves too!" Both Adam's and my faces turn red. I just shot my load hands-free in front of my naked sons. Adam takes back control of the situation, "OK now we need to sign the `Power of Attorney' and the `Advance Directive'." Adam hands out 10 documents, two for each of us. "Boys, Master Frank specifically ordered you boys to post-date these documents for your 18th birthday." I watch our boys nod and kneel by the same table in front of the couch. They sign each document, post-dating them for their 18th birthday. Then Adam hands me the adoption papers. "You and I need to sign the adoption papers." I nod but feel my eyes start to water. When we sign this, we will be giving up our parental rights and will be handing our sons over to our Master. Tears run down my face as I sign the paper. Adam signs his too. I see Adam tearing up too. Our boys crawl over to us and all three hug Adam and me. We understand it's required by our Master for the deal to happen but it doesn't change the fact that Adam and I will no longer be their legal fathers. Our boys are so caring and loving. I know they will love Master too. I want them to love their new father as much as they love us. Their Master will keep them focused on being good obedient slaves for our Owners and Masters. We hug each other for a long time like it might be our last family hug. Adam finally says, "It's time we need to give these contracts and documents to our Owner. Boys go put on some shorts." The boys run down the halls to their rooms. I haven't seen them this excited in years. Not long they are back in just shorts. Their dicks are clearly visible in their shorts. Especially with no underwear on. Adam picks up all of the contracts, the legal documents and then walks to the front door. We all follow him nervously. He opens the door and then looks back at us with a smile. We all smile back. Adam walks out of our house as I follow him to our neighbor's house. He rings the doorbell. All five of us wait nervously for our Master to open the door so we can start our new life. Nervously, I look around to see if any of our neighbors are watching five half-naked men and teens standing on the front porch of our neighbor's house. Can they tell we are submissive slaves about to submit to our Masters? I mean look at us! Our heads are lowered and we look very humble right now! No one comes to the door. So, Adam rings it again. We wait again for maybe 5 minutes. Still, no one comes to the door. Yet, we know they are home because we hear them walking around inside. I moan out and now my dick is hard and leaking. This is so humiliating. We wait another 5 minutes and still no response. Fuck! What are we supposed to do? Yet, Adam rings the doorbell again! About 5 minutes later, the door opens wide with Master Alex smirking at us only in shorts. Fuck he is so dam HOT! We can't help but stare with our mouths half open. "Dad, you're right, it's them!" He looks at us, "Do you have the contracts?" Adam replies, "Yes Master." "Are they signed?" "Yes, Master." "All five?" "Yes, Master, all five contracts are signed." "Good! Then come in slaves." Master Alex steps away allowing us to step in. I am the last slave to step into our Master's house. So, I close the door behind me. Alex looks at us and waits. About a minute later he says, "Well, bitches what the fuck are you waiting for?" We're confused. "What are slaves standing orders when entering their Master's property?" All five of us take a second to think then at the same time we remove our speedos and shorts. "Get used to being naked because that's how our slaves will be most of the time. Now follow me. You have kept your Masters waiting long enough!" Master Alex walks away and we can't help but admire his hot teen body. All five of us have our dick pointing at the ceiling and leaking precum! We are led into the living room where Master Frank and Master Jason are relaxing in recliners with their legs spread wide. Shit! They look like examples of perfect Alphas. Master Jason is just in shorts like his brother. Master Frank is in a robe. Master Alex sits in another recliner. All three recliners are facing a fireplace with a large TV above it. Master Frank orders, "Good they are dressed as slaves should." Master Alex replies, "Yeah I had to remind them what their standing orders are." "Well done Alex. Don't give slaves slack or they forget what they are!" Our faces turn red at being talked down to. Master Frank yells out, "Kneel slaves, NOW!", pointing at a spot in front of all three Masters. Adam, me, and our boys kneel naked in a line in front of them with our heads slightly bowed but able to see our Masters. I feel even more submissive than when Master presented his proposal to own my family. "Do you have the Contracts and legal documents?" Adam replies, "Yes, Master." "Hand them to me." With shaky hands, Adam hands over our Slavery Contracts and legal documents that will make my family his slaves. Master Frank looks over everything and then places them on a small table beside him. "Look at me, slaves." All five of us look up at him. "This is your last chance to back out. If you don't want to become our slaves then get up now and leave." None of us get up. Master waits a couple of minutes to make sure. With a huge smile on his face, he asks, "Jason please hand me two collars." Master Jason reaches on the ground next to him and picks up two wide steel collars then hands them to his father. Master sits one collar on top of the contracts and grabs the other one. He opens it with the opening facing us. "Slave Adam crawl to me and place your neck into the collar." I watch as Adams crawls forward, leans over, and places his neck in the opening of the collar. Master closes the collar and it clicks indicating a lock just closed. I don't see any way it can be opened. I just watched my husband willingly allow another man to lock a steel slave collar around his neck. I feel like I just gave my husband away to my Master. Master then orders, "Give me your wedding ring." I am shocked! I don't expect this. Adam hesitates. Master yells, "NOW!" I watch the love of my life give our Master his wedding ring. A tear falls down my face. Master puts the ring on a thin long chain and puts the chain around his neck. I stare at the ring thinking that every time I see the ring it will be a reminder that my husband gave the symbol of our love to our Owner. This only adds to feelings of being Master's property. "Back in line slave." Adam now crawls backward in line with us. Master grabs the second collar and opens it between his legs. "Come slave David, place your neck into the collar just as your slut of a husband just did." In the corner of my eye, I see Adam's face flush even redder at being referred to as a slut. I crawl forward and lean down looking at the collar getting closer and closer. It's like slow motion until I feel the cold of the metal touching my neck. Then more cold encircles my neck and I hear the lock click. The feeling of being owned gets even stronger as Master lets go of the collar and the weight rests on my shoulders. It's heavier than I expected. I imagine the weight of the collar will remind me that I'm no longer free! Master orders, "Hand me your wedding ring." I reach with my right hand and pull my wedding ring off my left wedding finger. With shaking hands, I hold out the symbol of my love. Master takes it and adds it to the chain around his neck. "Back in line slave." As I back up, I stare at our wedding rings and back at Master's face. "You have given the symbol of your love for each other to your Owner. I replaced those rings with slave collars that are symbols of its love, obedience, and devotion to me, its Owner. The love you will have for me will surpass the love you have for each other. By giving me the wedding rings it shows your love, obedience, and devotion to me are more important than the love you have for each other. I know you love each other. However, that love for each other must come second to the love, obedience, and devotion to me your Owner and Master. When you see the wedding rings hanging from my neck let it be a reminder that I'm now the most important man in your life. The thing kneeling next to you is no longer your husband. Instead, it's my slave, my property, a thing I now own forever!" Tears are now running down my face. I feel deep down that Master is right. Something deep inside me is falling in love with my Master, my Owner. It is a different kind of love than I have for Adam. Master then throws divorce papers at our feet. I look down staring at the divorce papers. Master wants us to get a divorce? "Sign the divorce papers NOW, SLAVES! I can't let the marriage of slaves interfere with its service to me. Slaves are property and can't be married. Two things cannot be married just like pets can't marry. Both of you are my pets now. It's less than a man. I would say it's never was human in the eyes of its Owner and Masters." Master then throws two pens at us. I can't believe I am doing this. However, what choice do we have? Master now owns us and can do what he wants with us now, including making us divorce each other. Adam and I pick up the pens and sign the divorce papers. "Good, my lawyer will file all these papers tomorrow. Sons you may now collar the other three slaves." Master Alex smiles as Master Jason hands Master Alex a thinner and smaller steel collar. He opens the collar within his open legs. I can see Master Alex is hard in his shorts. "Slave Jimmy, come forward and place its neck in my collar." I watch my son crawl naked and lean forward as I did. Once my son's neck is in the opening of the collar, Master Alex closes the collar and we all hear a loud click of the lock. More tears run down my face as I witness my son being taken away from me too. Master Alex rubs my son's head and pulls him into his crotch. He whispers something in my son's ear and my son says something back and then pushes him back. "Get back in line, slave." There is a huge smile on Master Alex's face. My son's face is red with embarrassment. Master Jason calls out with another open collar in his hands, "Slave Mikey, crawl forward and place its neck in my collar." Again watch another of my sons being taken from me as I hear the finality of the click of the lock. Master Jason also pulls my son's head between his legs. Master Jason whispers something in his ear. This time I hear Mikey say "Yes Master". It's the first time I heard one of my sons call one of our Masters a `Master' directly to them. Master Jason pushes him back. "Back in line, slave." He then picks up the last collar and hands it to Adam. Master Adam calls out, "slave Billy, crawl forward and place its neck in my collar." My dick gets even harder and leaks more. I moan out and shoot a huge load as I hear the lock click on the last of my son being taken from me. I couldn't help it. Seeing my son submit to our Masters is too much. My cum hits Master Frank's right foot. Then I see Adam did the same thing to Master's other foot. "Jesus bitches, it really wants its sons to be Owned! Clean my goddam feet, fucking sluts." We quickly crawl to our Owner's feet, licking them clean of our cum. In the meantime, Master Jason and my older son are whispering to each other. The next thing I see in the corner of my eye is Mikey licking Master Jason's feet and the twins worshiping Master Alex's feet. All Masters relax in their recliners while their new slaves worship them. Oh My God, I really love my Master's feet. Master Alex comments, "Shit! Dad, you were right they submitted easily. I love how they are worshipping me. It feels so good!" Master Frank replies, "Get used to this because these slaves will do whatever you want. They are a special breed of submissive slaves." Master Jason asks, "What do you mean, Dad? How are they any different than any other submissive bitches?" Master Frank explains, "Well boys many years ago, I once enslaved slave David's father." This stops all five of us with our mouths in the middle of sucking our Master toes or licking their feet. Jason kicks Mikey in the face, "Get the fuck back to worshiping your Master, bitch!" Mikey says, "Yes, Master", seeing real fear and remorse on his face. So now with fear in all our faces, we all go back to sucking, licking, and massaging our Master's feet. "Please go on, Dad." "Thank you Jason for correcting the slave's behavior. It's important to correct your slave of its bad behavior right as it happens or they might forget what they did wrong. No different than training a puppy. Good work, Jason!" "Thanks, Dad, please go on." Jason seems proud that he just kicked my son in the face just for stopping to hear a really personal thing about his grandfather. Oh shit, did Master Frank just say he enslaved my father years ago? I continue sucking his toes but now want to hear the story about my father. "Right, as I was saying years ago just before I turned 18, I had slave David's father as my sex slave." "Shit! Dad you mean you enslaved that bitch's father just like we are doing to these bitches now?" "Not exactly. Slave David's father was my willing sex slave but he never signed a Slavery Contract. I wasn't 18 yet so I couldn't do what I am now doing to his son. However, I had an idea of enslaving him as I am doing to his son now. He confessed that his family was bred to be slaves or Masters to a secret underground organization. He was given a choice to join the secret organization as a slave or Master or leave his family and never see them again. He confessed that if he stayed then he would have chosen to become a slave and then sold off to another family in the organization. This scared him so much that he left and never saw his family again. Holy shit! My father was bred to become a slave! He once was a slave to my Master! I am shocked to hear this news. Yet, I know I need to keep worshiping my Master or face being punished like Mikey or worse. Master Alex, "WHAT! You mean that his slave bitch's father was bred to be a slave!" "Yes Alex but there is more." Master is smiling down at me as he tells his story. "This slave's father ran off with another slave girl and they had David. However, she left him for a dominant man. Yet, the Dom didn't want to be part of this slave's life." Master was staring right at me. I felt guilty even though none of it was my fault. Master continues, "This slave's father understood and agreed to raise slave David by himself. He told me he didn't want to be a lifetime slave. I told him I wanted a permanent lifelong slave that was bred like him but I understood he had to take care of his son. However, I have always kept an eye on him and his son." Master gives me a sadistic smile. It gives me a chill down my spine. "I watched the son grow up, marry a submissive husband, and raise three very submissive sons. Then just recently this house came up for sale. I have always wanted to raise you, boys, in an open gay-friendly gated community. I quickly purchased this house. I think it is a win-win opportunity for everyone!" Master Jason, "Hell yeah Dad, it sure is. But Dad, how did you know that slave David was like his father?" "Slave David's father also confessed that the submissive gene is carried down from father to son. It is especially true when two submissives are bred together as he did with the submissive girl. The secret organizations have bred submissives and Dominants for generations. To a point where the child will either be 100% submissive or 100% dominant. And when two 100% submissives breed then their offspring will be 100% submissive too. Slave David's father also confessed that the submissive gene is so strong that it will continue to be strong from generation to generation. This scares slave David's father fearing that his son would want to become a slave. He didn't want that for his son." Master laughs, "The father failed because look at his son now. Jason and Adam, you cannot fight genetics." Master Jason then asks, "Dam! Dad, did you plan on enslaving slave David all along." "Well, I had dreams about it and plans in my head for years. However, not until recently did I have the opportunity to make my dreams come true. Sons never give up on your dreams!" Both of our teen Masters smile at that. Master Alex comments, "I won't, Dad. You have shown me that dreams can come true with enough patience." Master Jason agrees, "Me either Dad. You're the best Dad! Thank you for sticking with your dreams. I love having a slave at my beckon call. Fuck! This story has got me so horny. Slave, suck my cock now." The next thing I hear is sucking sounds from my son Mikey sucking hIs Master's cock. It feels strange being in the same room with my son having sex, let alone with one of our Masters, the same Master that fucked his father just last night. Master Frank comments, "Yeah son that sounds like a good idea. Slut of a slave, get sucking." I know Master is talking about me. I am a slut of a slave, my father. Master opens his robe revealing his hard cock that I love so much. I crawl between his legs and take his huge cock in my mouth. I start worshiping it like I did Master's feet. Master is right, I love him so much! I wonder how much is because I have come from a family of genetically bred slaves. The story Master shared explains so much! Why I submitted to Master Frank so easily! Why I give up my husband and sons to him! And, why my sons are so submissive! Did I subconsciously pick another submissive as my husband for fear of being outed as a submissive to a dominant man? Yet, in the end, I became a slave and dragged my husband into this world as well. Then I created even more submissives that just ended up being enslaved too. Now in some stupid way, I feel guilty for making all this happen even though none of it is my fault. I now hear more sucking and assume that Jimmy or Billy are sucking Master Alex. Master soon wants more of me. He pulls my mouth off his cock and flips me around "Slave, ride your Owner." "Yes, Master!" I straddle his waist. "Bitch, lube me up then line my cock up to your ex-husband's hole." I feel a jab in my heart, as Master reminds me that my husband will soon be my ex. I watch Adam grab some lube on the table between Master Frank and Master Alex. He squirts some on Master's massive hard cock. He then grabs it, pulls back the foreskin, and lines it up with my hole. I lower myself until the head just touches the mushroom head. Then I let gravity pop the head into my hole. I moan from the pain and satisfaction of having my Master once again in me. I slowly ride Master's cock, getting more and more deeper with each stroke. I look over and see my sons all watching their father ride our Master's cock as they suck and lick their own Master's cocks. Jimmy and Billy are both licking Master Alex's cock at the same time. As I ride deep and hard as I can, Jimmy and Billy kiss each other as they lick and suck on Master Alex. I can tell Master Alex loves having another set of twins serving his massive cock. It's a wet dream seeing submissive twins serve another twin Dom. Fuck! Am I getting off on watching my sons serve our twin Master? Or, is it because I am fucking myself? Master Jason throws Mikey over the armrest of his recliner and fucks him for the first time. Mikey screams out in pain, never having that large of a cock in his hole. I know last night he was fucked by Jimmy or Billy because I saw cum dripping out of his hole this morning. I didn't say anything then because there were far more important matters to discuss. However, I am glad at least he wasn't a virgin when Master Jason fucks him with that huge thing! It is the same as Master Alex and I remember him fucking me during the pool party. It fucking hurt like HELL! Now Mikey is looking right at both his brothers as they worship Master Alex's cock. I feel for my poor son having to take Master Jason's cock so brutally. Even though I saw Master Jason lube up his hole, when he entered him, Master Jason shoved his massive cock in one hard fuck, balls deep! I see tears running down my son's face. I know it will get better over time once his hole gets used to being fucked regularly. The twins Masters will make him a sluts like his fathers are. Adam is now working on Master's balls as I ride him. Master Jason comments, "Fuck this is a tight hole, you got to try it bro. It grips my cock like a vise." Then he grabs Mikey's long hair pulling his head back, using his hair as the reins of a horse. Now Mikey is looking at us with bliss showing on his face. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined watching my own son be so happy getting fucked so brutally. There are now more tears coming from his eyes. I looked at Master Jason's face, seeing determination and satisfaction on his face. He is now pounding my son with all his might. My son's neck is staining as Master Jason pulls harder on his hair. Master Alex replies, "Shit! I wonder how tight these twin bitches are. One of you climb up here and ride your Master." Jimmy volunteers and climbs onto his lap. Billy grabs the same lube used on Master Frank's cock. My son slicks up the cock that he just worshiped. Then he lines up the massive cocks towards his brother's hole. Jimmy lowers him onto the cock. With more guilt for what I am putting my sons through, I watch pain register on his face once the head pops in. Then to my horror, Master Alex grabs Jimmy's hips and pulls him hard down on him, burying his monster cock in my poor son's hole. I know his hole must be burning now as it must have ripped something inside. Then I feel a strong grip on me from behind, pulling my back against Master's chest. I rest my head on Master's muscular shoulder. Master turns his head and I hear him breathing in my ear. "Slave, continue to work my cock. Don't stop." I raise my hips up and down, keeping my Master hard in my hole. "That's right, just like that. Keep your Master happy." Then Master raises his legs on either side of me. "Now grab my knees" I grab his knees. "That's good, boy!" Then yells in my ear "Bitch work my hole!" I was confused at first but then I realize Master was talking to Adam. A few seconds later, I hear moaning in my ear. Adam must have started rimming our Master. "Now look at your son's getting fuck by their Masters for the first time. My sons are well-endowed like me. Their holes must be burning right now. My sons like to fuck rough. It's the nature of dominant teens, so impatience." Master laughs in my ear, "But look at those poor little faces. In so much pain. Yet, there is nothing you can do for them now. They're my property now!" Master laughs with satisfaction, "It's been a long time coming. I have waited so long after your father turned me down. Yet, I never stop wanting to own you. I watched you grow up. There were so many times I wanted to approach you and enslave you sooner. But I had my boys to raise. So I waited until they were old enough to own slaves themselves. And, today they are. Now! I am glad I waited. Because now I have five slaves instead of one. Well, soon it will be six." I wonder what he means by six? Is he going to enslave someone else? "Keep working your hole and watch the entertainment. I love watching live-action porn." Master laughs again at his joke. Yet, he is not joking. My sons are performing as porn stars would. The contract did say we were going to be used as entertainment, I didn't expect my whole family would be the entertainment! "Oh, I have decided we are going to get married. It will help everyone in the community accept my adopting the boys. We will date for 2 months then announce your divorce and then your acceptance of my marriage proposal. Then after the boys turn 18, I will divorce you but no one will know. After all, my sons' slave cannot be their father. Plus, I cannot have you try to contest my sons' inheritance. I can't leave any way for you or your family to escape. Not after your father's escape." Holly shit, Master is going to marry me. My heart leaps with joy. He explains he is doing it so he can adopt my boys without raising suspicions. Yet, I don't care. My Master is going to be my husband! We are even going to date! Then I feel guilty for my current husband, soon-to-be ex-husband. I still love him. Can I love my ex-husband and my new husband at the same time? I guess I will have to. Deep down I know none of this is my choice. I was born this way and I now know it's the truth. It's who and what I am. I was bred to be a slave. Yet, Adam wasn't and he still went along with all this for me and our sons. This only makes me love him even more! I just realized that our Master is holding on to us so tightly because he let my father escape his enslavement. I now know why my father was such an asshole! He is holding back who he really is! He gave up being who he was meant to be in order to raise me! I am grateful but also sad that he has not found his true self. He took out all the resentment for not accepting being Master's slave out on Adam, me, and my sons. I know he was hard on my sons when we lived with him. I think he was taking out his regret of not becoming the slave he was meant to be on us! I suspect he would have been much happier if he had accepted being Master's slave back then. It wouldn't have changed my status in the end. I most likely would have become Master's slave sooner. But, at least Dad would have been happy. He is a miserable man now! I just hope he will realize he needs to be enslaved to be happy. I hope he finds a Master someday. To be Continued! Please consider donating to Nifty.org. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2001 07:59:13 -0500 From: Stuart James Subject: Boot Slavery (auth, ws) John saw the boots at the end of the corridor, over 50 metres away. He could always identify a guy wearing boots. He was not sure why. As long as he could remember, even as a small child, his eyes were somehow drawn to booted feet. It had been the greatest pleasure and the greatest misery in his life. But then sex was like that. And John had realised long ago that boots, and the men who wore them, were the primary object of his sexual cravings. Even at such a distance he recognised them as engineer boots. But they were somehow rather different. As every step brought them nearer he saw that it was the soles that made them special. They had thicker soles than any others he had seen. His attention turned for a moment to the guy wearing the boots. He was also unusual. In his boots he was taller than John who was himself quite tall. Perhaps gaining a little extra height was why he chose such thick-soled boots. While the fashion was for longer hair with gels and lotions to keep it just so, his hair was so short that he almost seemed to have a shaved head. And he was wearing a black suit with the boots, in a company where even a tie was considered `dressing up'. He was a rebel from the top of his head to the soles of his booted feet. The whole attitude of his body, typified by the way he walked, displayed the arrogance needed to wear black engineer boots with a suit, and to not care what anyone thought. John, who owned many pairs of engineer boots, would never dare to wear them to work. The cowboy boots he usually wore, such as the black harness boots he had pulled on that morning caused him to blush if anyone commented on them. John lacked the confidence to be a rebel in public, although dressed in leather and boots in front of his bedroom mirror he could sometimes see the arrogant look that this guy wore quite naturally, every day. The booted guy's dark eyes were hard and aggressive. Perhaps it was that that forced John to look down to the floor. More likely was the need to see those delicious boots as they came ever closer. In the moments it took them to pass he saw the shiny round toes standing a little higher than the rest of the foot. He knew that they must have steel toecaps under the rich black leather. He saw that the heels were thicker and a little taller than most engineer boots. But as a connoisseur of such things he knew that bigger heels were needed to keep the boot in proportion to the thick soles. He saw the telltale buckle and strap across the instep that confirmed that they were indeed engineer boots. The strap turned upwards where it left the buckle. Even the boots had an arrogance of their own. All this he saw and remembered in the moments that it took them to pass in the corridor. John did not look back once the boots had passed. That might be noticed, and John did not want anyone to guess what was going on in his head. He was sure he would see the boots again. As he took his coffee back to his office he went through the catalogue of boots in his mind making doubly sure that he had never seen such boots before. John visited all the shoe shops regularly to enjoy examining and touching all the boots. He got a thrill from them all. Engineers, cowboy boots, army boots. They all gave him a tingle that started in his stomach and worked up over his whole body. He was sure he had never seen boots like those before. They were either a new line, in which case he must seek them out, or they had been bought in another town, perhaps even another country. John could not be certain what the rest of the boots that disappeared into the black suit trousers would look like. In his mind he pictured the boots with various heights of shaft. He was sure that they would be high boots. Short engineer boots with those thick soles would not look right. Whoever had designed such a perfect pair of boots would not have made a mistake like that. But how high would they be? Calf high? Knee high? He would need to find out. He had seen the strap over the instep. Would they have a strap at the top? Most did. If they did would there be one or two straps? He decided on two as it seemed right and because it made his stomach tingle some more. Later that morning he was walking back to his office with his second cup of coffee and he knew the boots were behind him. He was not sure how he knew, but he was certain. It might have been the sound. All boots, he had learnt, made their own distinctive sound as they hit the ground. It might have been the rhythm of the strides. He had heard the boots once before. That was probably enough for someone like him to instantly recognise the rhythm and sound and to get an instant picture in his mind of the boots and of the guy in them. He had five senses and liked to enjoy boots with as many of those senses as he could. He stopped at the printer and picked out the sheet that was coming out of the slot. It was not his, but the owner could always print it again. But stopping at the printer gave enough time for the boots to pass him so that he could follow them down the corridor. He looked carefully at the guy's legs and just below the knee he could see the tops of the boots showing themselves through the trousers as they moved the material with each stride. He smiled to himself in satisfaction as his stomach made its usual summersault. He looked at the deep tread on the thick soles. They were hardly worn so they must be fairly new boots. The picture was nearly complete. As he went into his office the guy turned round and grinned at him. But the smile was on the face. The eyes remained hard and cold and a little frightening. Over the next few weeks, John saw the boots over and over again. He made sure that he did. He got to know the guy's habits so that he could be in the right place or going in the right direction to see them. The guy never spoke and John was far too shy to start a conversation himself. But the cold hard eyes looked right into him as their eyes met. John expected this infatuation to pass. He was too honest not to recognise his desire for what it was. It was infatuation over a pair of boots, and over a guy in a pair of boots, neither of which he could ever have. It had happened many times before and usually followed a pattern of slowly waning desire. John was comfortable that it should be so. Sometimes his attention would pass to another pair of boots. Perhaps a guy in cowboy boots or perhaps a glimpse of a dispatch rider in black leather with buckled biker boots up to his knees. Then the old infatuation would be largely forgotten, and replaced by a new one. If the infatuation lasted, John might seek out a pair of the boots for himself. He would buy them and wear them and use them, and somehow that always dimmed the desire. But not in this case. He tried all the shops he knew, but never saw a pair of engineer boots that exactly matched the ones he longed for. And though he saw other boots walking around, the thick-soled shiny engineers still held his attention. So the weeks went by. John was not unhappy. He was surprised that he was still fascinated by these boots. But they gave him pleasure. So he was not unhappy. One day John went to collect a document from the printer. The booted guy was there opening a new box of paper. He was crouched down and the bend of his knees had made his trousers ride up and meant that John could see more of the boots than he ever had before. He could see all of the strap over the instep and all of the ankle. He could see all of the heel. He could make out the metal reinforcements around the ankle and the imprint of the makers' name. The tingle spread quickly over his body. The guy looked up and smiled. It was a kindly smile. John recognised it as the sort of smile that someone gives a dog or a child. It was a smile that you give to something or someone that is precious to you, but to something or someone that you know you are superior to. It was the right sort of smile for him to give John. The guy spoke. Just 10 words, and then he got up and walked away down the corridor with John following every footstep until he turned the corner and was out of sight. He said "I am going for a drink after work. Be there." John knew that he should not go. If he were ever challenged as to why he did not go he could say he did not know which bar had been meant. But he did know. It would be the bar in the shops below the office. John knew that if he went it could well cause problems and terrible embarrassment at work. When you have a secret like John, it is always foolish to let anyone at work get close to the real you. John knew that he should not go. But he also knew that he would go. He knew that he had to go. At a little after five John walked into the bar. The guy was sitting, with his back to the door, at a table against the far wall. There was a beer in front of him and another in front of the seat opposite. He had also known that John would go. John sat down. As he sat down the guy said "Don't say anything. I will talk. I collect people and I have decided to collect you. You are my property and the fact you are here means that you know it." The guy looked deep into his eyes and John realised that he spoke the truth. He did know it. "I enjoy collecting people, and then I enjoy making them do things and doing things to them they would not choose to do or have done to them. And then I make them enjoy what I make them do and what I do to them. Since I first saw you I have been observing you and deciding whether I really wanted to collect you. When I had decided that I did, I had to make my plans for you. I have great plans for you and when I have finished you will not recognise yourself. But you will eventually come to like it. I am very good at what I do. I am the best." He stopped talking and John wondered whether he was expected to say something. He took a breath to speak but the guy held up a hand to stop him. Still keeping John's eyes locked in his, he said "I will answer the two questions that are in your mind. Firstly, no I will not tell you what my plans are. You will find out when I am ready. Secondly you want to know whether it will involve sex. My answer is the same as to the first question. It is a matter for me." John began to speak. He only got out one word -- `but'. The guy stopped him. "Do not begin sentences with the word `but'. It implies that you are going to argue with my decisions. You are my property now. You must understand that. You must also understand that this is not some scene when you call me `master' and I beat you when you pretend to misbehave. This is real. I may hurt you, but I will hurt you because I want to, not as part of an act. You will accept what I say and do as I tell you because you have no choice. Now first thing this morning I put a card on the notice board advertising a room for rent in my house. You will move in on Saturday." Almost because he had been told not to, John wanted to start the next sentence with `but'. He resisted. Instead he said "You did that this morning? We had never spoken until this afternoon." The only reply the guy gave was "I told you I am very good." John felt confused. He said "What rent do I pay?" As the words came out he realised that it was a stupid question. The guy smiled again. "Money is no longer important to you. You will give me all your salary. I will save part of it and the rest I will keep. I will give you what little money you may need. But as I will choose everything and pay for everything, you need not worry about money." He then laughed out loud. "You probably don't even know what my name is. My name is Brian, which is a name I detest. My close friends call me `Skin' for reasons that really do not matter. You will call me Skin. I know your name is John. I will call you Jo. You will not let anyone else address you as `Jo'." Little more was said between them as they drank their beers. By Saturday Jo had packed all his belongings into cases and boxes and bags and was waiting for Skin to arrive. He came in a small van and helped Jo transport his things to his new home. They arrived at what was a large old house in a street of similar buildings. Skin helped carry the cases and boxes and bags upstairs and took them and Jo into a large bedroom that was brightly decorated with a good selection of modern furniture. The bed was a double bed, but Skin told him that his own room was opposite. When all the bags were upstairs, Skin asked Jo which bags his clothes were in. Jo pointed to two suitcases. Skin opened the first and began taking items out which he put in a black dustbin liner. He did the same with the second case but removed rather more. Jo said "but you have taken all my underwear." Skin said quietly as if explaining to a child "Firstly, I have told you about using `but'. Secondly, it is not `my underwear'. You do not own anything anymore. In future you will wear my pants and socks. I will wear them one day and you will wear them the next. My sweat and my smells will become part of you." He looked at Jo for a few moments to make sure he had been understood. Then he continued "Jo, are these all your clothes? There are no shoes." Jo had thinned out his vast collection of boots. It was a process he found very painful as he hated parting with boots which all had memories and associations. But he had still brought 20 of his favourite pairs. He had hoped Skin would not notice them. He now realised that this was rather foolish. He would not be allowed to own secrets anymore. He owned nothing. Jo pointed to the 3 sacks that he had placed behind him against the wall. He flushed as Skin got out pair of boots after pair of boots. There were his very high heeled and pointed cowboy boots with the fancy stitching. There was a similar pair in black with chains around the ankles. There were his Alpenstar motorbike boots with the buckles up the leg. There were his black 20-hole rangers with the steel toe-caps and a matching pair in brown. As Skin slowly removed each pair, he looked at the boots and then at Jo. Then he got out the next pair and the next. From the final bag he got out the three pairs of leather trousers, one with thong ties down the sides, the black leather chaps, the black leather T-shirt and the two black leather biker jackets. When he had finished examining them, Skin put them all back in the bags and put the bags by the door with the other things he obviously intended to take away. Jo knew that it would not be his decision, but he knew he needed boots. He did not want that taken away from him. He said "Am I not going to be allowed to wear the boots again?" He carefully avoided saying `my boots'. Skin looked at the floor as if searching for an answer. "I did not expect this" he said. "But it gives me some more ideas. Part of my ownership of you means that in future I will decide exactly what you wear. I think you already know that. But I do not think even I could break your obvious passion for boots. Whatever I tell you to wear will therefore always include boots. You will never wear anything else. Never. No shoes. No trainers. Always Boots." He closed the door and left Jo alone. Over the rest of that first day the two got to know each other. Jo found that Skin knew a lot about a lot of subjects and their conversations ranged widely. Jo quickly became very easy in Skin's company. Skin did not mind if Jo argued and disagreed with him as they discussed music or politics or whatever. Skin seemed to enjoy the jousting, particularly as his arguments, always forcibly put, usually won. But Jo knew that there were areas where Skin's decision was final and on those he was careful not to question or to comment unless specifically instructed to do so. He just accepted. Jo had wondered whether Skin would treat him as some sort of menial labour. But Skin had said that this was not a scene and they did all the chores together. After a surprisingly good meal -- Skin was obviously a good cook -- and a few beers they went to bed at around midnight. Skin wished Jo a good night and they went to their separate rooms. Jo slept soundly. He was woken around 8 o'clock by Skin, who was fully dressed in jeans and T-shirt. He had never seen his bare arms before and was somehow surprised and then not surprised to see that he had two large tattoos on his forearms. One was a brightly coloured eagle with its claws holding a large snake that curled around his arm. The other was a traditional design of roses and other flowers, with a scroll in the centre with the word `Skin' in fancy writing. Both covered his entire forearm. Skin saw that Jo was looking at the tattoos. He said "I had these done when I was 16, and yes having my skin inked was one of the reasons I was nicknamed `Skin'. Skin was carrying some clothes, which he put on the bed. He left telling Jo that breakfast would be in half an hour. Jo took a shower, cleaned his teeth and shaved and then went back to his room. He picked up the underpants and looked inside. He could see they had been worn by some tell tale yellow stains around the crotch, but they were not badly soiled. He put them on, followed by the socks and the jeans which, he noticed, were not a pair that he had brought with him. He picked up the white T- shirt and smelled it under the armpits. It had clearly been worn before, but it smelt of Skin's odour and he felt good as he put it on. The rest of the morning and part of the afternoon was spent doing everyday things. They went shopping to the supermarket. Skin had given Jo a pair of brown square toe harness boots to wear, and had put on a similar pair in black himself. Jo had only bought them a few weeks before when he had got two pairs for the price of one in a sale. So he had chosen one in each colour. He particularly liked the very square toes and the good shaped heels and the thick straps joining at the metal rings at the ankles. He felt very pleased that they were wearing nearly identical boots. To anyone who might look it said that they were together. Jo realised that in Skin's company he worried rather less about what other people might think of him. While they were out he did not try to hide his looks at the boots Skin was wearing. Skin did not say anything but Jo knew that he did not mind. He would have told him not to look if he wanted Jo to act differently. When they stopped at a pub for a drink on the way home from the supermarket, Skin sat with his legs crossed so that Jo got a good view as they chatted. He played with the rings at the ankles and with the heels and caused the tingle to spread from Jo's stomach. Once they had got home and put the shopping away Skin said "I have something else for you to wear." He went to a drawer and got out a length of metal chain with thick links and a dull shine. He handed it to Jo who found that it was much heavier than he expected. Skin explained that it was special steel that was very strong and difficult to cut with anything but a laser. Jo knew what it was for and was about to put it about his neck when he realised that it had no catch on it. He looked at Skin a little puzzled. Skin told him that it had to be welded together. He left it unsaid that once it was on it was not easily going to come off. It was clearly too short to take off over his head. He followed Skin to the shed in the garden where the chain was fastened around his neck. Skin worked at the back of his head so he was not sure how he fastened it. He could not hear a blowtorch. Maybe he used a laser. But in this, as in so much else, Skin proved to be an expert and the chain never felt more than warm. When it was finished Skin gave him a mirror. He could not see any join. It seemed to be a single piece of chain. Skin said " I like it. It looks good." Jo realised that this was a time when his opinion was not needed, although if he had been asked he would have had to have said that he liked it too. Skin pointed out that each link had a small inscription -- `Property of Skin'. The next day was Monday and the first work day of the new week. Skin again brought Jo his clothes. The pants and socks were the ones Skin had worn the previous day. They felt good as Jo put them on. The dark blue shirt was clean although the white T-shirt he was to wear underneath was the one Skin had worn the day before. He had chosen a pair of black jeans for Jo to wear. Last week Jo, when he was only John, had always worn formal trousers with a shirt. Skin seemed to have decided that he was to be more casual. Skin himself wore his usual black suit. Jo noticed that he was wearing the (not `his') black pointed cowboy boots with the high underslung heels. He had removed the chains around the ankles, which somehow seemed to make them even showier. Perhaps that was just because it was Skin that was wearing them. Jo knew he would never have the courage to wear boots like those to work, even though he had longed to do so. As he had that thought he realised that the correct expression was `would never have worn'. Perhaps tomorrow Skin would decide that he would wear them to work. And then he would wear them, as he would have no choice. Skin went back to his own room and returned holding the black engineer boots that had been the object of his passion. He handed them to Jo saying "I think you had better wear these." Jo looked at them carefully and felt their weight. They were heavy. He saw at once that they had the two straps as the top fastening as he so much liked and had expected. The smile he gave Skin filled his whole face and Skin gave him a small grin in response. He pulled each boot on carefully enjoying the sensation of his foot going down the long shaft and then pulling hard to get his heel and foot over the ankle and to the bottom. He mentally felt his legs. He felt the tops of the boots near his knees and the thick leather all the way up his legs. He flexed his toes and could feel the unyielding steel toe-caps. The boots were a little small for him. His feet felt like prisoners of Skin's boots, as he was a prisoner of Skin. He carefully arranged the legs of his jeans over the boots and stood up and took a few steps. He liked the feeling of weight on his feet. As always happened when he tried on new boots, he got a massive erection. More than once this had caused him embarrassment in shops, although it had never stopped him going back. Skin saw the outline of his solid cock through the jeans. He came over and felt the swelling through the material. It was the first sexual contact of any kind that they had had. He said "You will have to wait until tonight to relieve that. You are not to touch it today. In future you may only touch your cock for pissing and when I tell you." They left for work. Jo was quite certain that everyone would notice the boots he was wearing. Some people commented favourably on his more casual clothes. Some people always have to give you their opinion even though you might not want it. When everyone from his group was gathered at the coffee point to get another cup, someone pointed to Jo's feet and said loudly that he was wearing Brain's boots. The confusion in the name perhaps saved him from blushing too deeply. A woman said, as if in explanation, that all men were untidy so it was not surprising that Jo could not find his own things. People seemed to accept that meaningless comment as great wisdom and nothing more was said then or in the future about him wearing clothes that Skin had been seen wearing. Jo did not get much work done that day as he spent so much time concentrating on the boots he was wearing. He could not take his mind off his desire to jack off. But he had been told he could not. A couple of times that day he saw Skin in the corridor wearing the black pointed cowboy boots. The high heels caused him no problem and the way in which he walked in those boots was quite awesome. Like everything else Skin wore, the boots became a natural part of him. It was just another facet of the arrogance that Skin always displayed and that had rather frightened Jo when he first saw him. Now he felt pleased that such a man had decided to own him. When they got home Skin told Jo to go upstairs and take off all his clothes except his boots and to wait for him. When he arrived about 5 minutes later Jo was standing booted in front of the mirror with a half erect penis. The thought of being watched doing something so intimate made him nervous. Skin closed the door and leant against it. Jo noticed that Skin had removed his boots. There was only one pair to which he was to give his attention. Skin simply said "Go on." Jo took some long slow strokes of his cock. The reflected beauty of the boots in the full-length mirror and the feel of them from the inside soon bought his cock to full attention. Skin interrupted his thoughts and told him to take his time. He realised that he had started to rush the process to try to get it over with as quickly as possible. Even in his excitement he still felt rather embarrassed. No one had ever seen this very private act before. With other men he had had sex with, even boot sex, it had been a mutual thing, not a spectator sport. He slowed down and massaged the full length of his cock slowly. He started pulling at his balls and felt the seed rising in him. His body went rigid with his toes pushed up hard against the steel toe-caps. In 5 long thrusts he shot spunk over the mirror which started to run down to the floor. He let some spunk drip from his cock onto each boot. They had been christened. Before his breathing had come back to normal Skin had told him to clean up and had left to go down stairs to prepare their meal. Jo did not know what Skin had thought about what he had watched. He could see no obvious sign in his trousers of excitement. For a moment he even wondered if he had been disgusted at watching a man getting such intense pleasure from a pair of boots. In any event Jo had been told that he could only jack off when Skin let him, and he felt sure that he would never again be allowed to do it alone. The next day and the one following Skin gave Jo the engineer boots to wear to work and each night he was told to relieve himself while Skin watched. Jo had always liked to feel the boots over his body and around his genitals as well as on his feet. So on the third day when Skin came into the room to watch Jo jack off, he found him with one boot gripped tightly between his thighs with the heel pointing forwards and his balls resting on the sole just in front of the heel. Jo liked to have a boot in that position. He liked the feel as his balls hit against the heel as he stroked his cock. The other boot he held in his left hand. As he slowly jacked off he alternately looked at the boot, tasted its leather and its soles and rubbed it over his chest and face. When he felt himself going rigid, he held the boot in front of him so that the spunk fell on the deeply patterned thick soles. He no longer felt any shame about Skin seeing his enjoyment of the boots. Skin had a right to know everything, and anything he did not like he would change. He left the spunk on the sole of the boot to dry. Later that evening while they were watching television, Jo got up. Skin asked him where he was going. "I need a piss. I won't be long" he replied. Skin got up and followed him upstairs and into the large bathroom and stood behind him. He caught hold of Jo's right arm as he went to undo his jeans and snapped a handcuff around the wrist. He pulled the other arm to join it so that Jo's hands were locked behind his back. Skin then undid Jo's jeans and pulled them and his underpants to his knees. He took hold of Jo's cock and pointing it at the bowl said "Go on then piss." Skin did not seem surprised that Jo could not get started, or that the cock was stiffening between his fingers. "Come on I thought you wanted to piss" he said mockingly. Eventually Jo began to piss although he had to strain and he found it painful. When he finished, Skin carefully shock any excess off his cock, pulled up his pants and trousers and did them up. It came as no surprise to Jo when Skin said "That is how it will be from now on. When we are here alone you may only go to the toilet when I let you. When we come in here you will stand before the bowl with your hands behind your back and I will handcuff them. If you need to go in the night you will knock on my door and wait for me in the bathroom." Over the next couple of days Jo got used to the ritual and even looked forward to having his most private part held by Skin. It was a little harder for him to bend over while Skin wiped his bottom and then washed it clean in the bidet. But he even accepted that and grew to like it too. He realised now that Skin truly did have a plan and that little by little he would make the changes that Jo would never have made himself. As he settled to sleep that night he felt sure that he would like the result of Skin's plans. The next change came the following Saturday and took Jo completely by surprise. While Skin kept his dark hair very very short, Jo wore his dark blond hair fairly long. It made him look unthreatening and the sort of guy any mother would be happy to see their daughter with. In short it made him unnoticeable among so many similar guys. That day Skin took Jo to the hairdressers and sat in the chair to have the long half-inch strands cut back to a quarter of an inch. Jo was not surprised that Skin had said nothing about going to the hairdressers before they left home. He rarely told him where they were going. Such decisions were his. Skin obviously knew the barber well as they chatted about old times. Jo gathered they had been to school together and the barber was the first person he had heard call him `Skin'. As the protective cape was removed from around his shoulders, Skin got up, and indicated that it was Jo's turn. As he sat down he felt a dread about what was about to happen. Yet inside he knew such choices were no longer his to make. The hairdresser continued talking to Skin as the electric clippers cut away all the dark blond hair. Jo shut his eyes not wanting to watch what was happening. When he opened them another face looked back at him. His hair was now as short as Skins and he did not like what he saw. He said nothing as they left. As they walked back to the house Skin, who could not have failed to notice that Jo was not happy said "The fact you don't like it does not matter. It is what I want. Get used to it." They walked home in silence, although slowly Jo realised that there was nothing to be gained by being upset. Before he moved in with Skin he had convinced himself that he could always leave if things worked out badly. But in reality it had become too late to draw back as soon as he decided to go for that first drink. He lived in Skin's home. He worked in the same firm as Skin. Skin controlled his money. But even without all those trivial things, Skin had controlled him from the very first day he had seen him. The haircut was just another strand that bound them closer. Jo went up to his room to brush away the few long hairs that had escaped onto his clothes. As he looked at himself in the mirror, still not liking what he saw, Skin walked in carrying a brown paper carrier bag. He said brightly "I have a present for you that may cheer you up. Or it may not. But that really doesn't matter, it will make me happy." With that he laughed loudly although his eyes remained cold. Jo opened the bag and took out a pair of white jeans. It was obvious that he was expected to put them on and so he took off his blue jeans and started to pull them on. Jo wondered whether he would be able to get them on, as they were so tight. When he pulled them up he realised they were cut very short. He looked at Skin and when he saw that Skin was now holding the black 20-hole rangers that he had brought to the house with him, but now threaded with white laces, his mouth dropped. He now realised the full extent of the next part of Skins plan. He was going to be a skinhead. Jo did up the jeans and took the boots. The boots certainly cheered him up. The tingle in his stomach told him that. He had not seen them since Skin had taken them away. They had always been a favourite pair, which is why he chose to bring them with him. When he lived alone, he loved to lace them up tightly and wearing nothing else, he would slowly enjoy the look and feel of the boots on his feet. He again enjoyed the sensation of pulling them on and then carefully lacing them up making a perfect ladder of the white laces and making sure that the two sides of the boot met evenly. He carefully rolled up the legs of the new jeans so that they covered the boots only down to the second pair of holes. He put on the red Fred Perry polo shirt that Skin held out. Then he stood up and looked at the image in the mirror. What he saw was an image he had often dreamt about. A big booted skinhead that he found so attractive. But this was not a dream, the person was him, and yet it looked like someone else. Not for the first or last time, he was not sure what to think. He hoped that they would stay at home. Jo could not go out looking like this. People would laugh at him. But Skin made it clear that they were going out, and so they did. Jo felt so self-conscious that it crossed his mind that perhaps Skin wanted to humiliate him. Perhaps that was what he had meant when he said he might hurt him. Surely he could not want to show him off. The haircut, the skin-tight trousers and most of all the boots made Jo feel very strange as he walked at Skins side down the street. The reactions he got from people in the street, from neighbours and people who knew him, was very different from any he had got before. Some people, mainly women, seemed to shy away from him. He understood why. He had always found the big boots fully visible beneath the turned up skin- tight trousers very threatening when worn by others. Now he was the one who was seen as the threat. Other people looked at him with some curiosity and some even with admiration. Three skinheads on the other side of the road greeted him with an 'Oi Mate'. He had their approval. He must look the part. By the time they got to the pub Jo felt really good about the transformation in the way he looked. He had even tried to copy the swagger that he had seen that skinheads adopt when wearing thick-soled ranger boots, which they always managed to wear as if they were part of their body. As they sat down, Skin said "You look a bit happier. You should do, you look great." The next day, Sunday, Skin told Jo to wear the full skinhead gear again. When he was dressed Jo was surprised to find that Skin was also dressed in a similar fashion. With his tattoos he looked absolutely perfect. But then Skin always did. The sight of Skin in brown 20-hole rangers made his breathing and his heart race and his whole body tingle. Once again Skin made it easy for Jo to admire his boots. At one point, as they sat enjoying a beer, Skin placed his boot on Jo's chair between his legs. As they walked home Jo glanced often at the booted feet which only helped to make the tightness of his trousers more obvious. He now thought he understood another reason for the nickname `Brian' had chosen. Normally Jo slept soundly through the night, waking up at most once to answer the call of nature. Even though he then had to wait for Skin to handcuff him and hold his penis while he pissed, he was always able to go straight back to sleep. This night was different. He woke up at about 5 o'clock with the picture of Skin in full skinhead gear clearly in his mind. He explored the image in his mind. His cock was throbbing it was so hard. Even though he knew he must not, he started to play with it very gently. And he found he could not stop, it was so pleasant. Even so he had no intention of going to climax. But after more than an hour of slow and delicate touches of his cock with his fingers and exploring those booted feet with his mind, he knew he had gone too far. It only took the slightest of touches on his now ultra sensitive cock for his body to arch. He managed to catch the spunk in a handkerchief, so that there was no trace on the bedclothes. But if the bed would not give away his secret, his face clearly did. Skin looked with those hard eyes at him over the breakfast table. He simply said "Tell me." Jo told him what had happened. He tried to explain why, but Skin cut him short. "You did it, even though you knew you must not." Jo could only nod. He said "Perhaps you could handcuff me at night..." The look from Skin made him trail off. Skin sighed as if at a loss of how to explain something so very simple to one who was so very stupid. Eventually he said very sharply "In the first place it would hardly stop you rubbing yourself against the bed. But more importantly I make such decisions. You don't." He then sighed again and said more gently "I know you know that you must only do as I say. But that is not enough. Pleasing me has to be the very essence of your being." Skin said nothing more on the subject. That made it so much harder. Jo thought it would have been easier if this were just some scene where he would simply have been whipped for disobeying. The pleasure he had had while lying in bed was not worth the terrible pain he now felt. It was worse than any whipping could ever have been. At work everyone commented on Jo's hair. He had thought hard how to explain it. He had decided to say that he had lost a bet with a friend about a football match and the loser had to have his head shaved. Everyone seemed to accept this, although no one seemed quite convinced when he said that he actually rather liked it. They assumed he was trying to make the best of being a loser. By lunchtime the question had been asked and the answer given over and over again and the question of his hair ceased to be a topic worthy of discussion. Jo was surprised at how easy it had been. He had never found any courage within himself. He still did not have any. But Skin made the decisions and that was all the courage that was needed. At home that evening Skin said nothing more about their breakfast discussion. That seemed to be another dead topic. Jo tried especially hard to show that he really was trying not to make any mistakes. Occasionally in the last weeks he would still begin a sentence with `but' or talk about `my', and Skin always noticed, although by now a look was enough for Jo to know his mistake. He felt better in himself that he got through the evening without once being pulled up by Skin. As he was about to get into bed, Skin came in. He was still fully dressed. Jo noticed the smell at the same time as he caught site of the thing Skin was carrying. In his hands he was carrying a pair of trousers in thick matt rubber. Unlike normal trousers, they had `feet' so that when he wore them (and he knew that he was to wear them) they would cover the lower half of his body. He noticed that at the front there was a thick rubber tube where clearly his cock was meant to go. He rightly guessed that it contained a metal tube that would prevent his hand from getting any contact with his cock. He took the garment, which Skin had already dusted with powder. At first, it was difficult to get on, as the rubber was particularly thick and proved to be very tight. But once he had got his feet and legs in, and arranged his cock so that it lay on the base of the initially cold metal tube, the rest slipped on easily. Skin stood there looking at him. As Jo wondered why he was looking, he realised that he was getting an erection. While his cock had been soft, the contact with the metal tube had only been where it rested. As his erection grew he felt it crawling down the length of the tube. And then the pain hit him. On any other part of his body, pain would probably have been the wrong word. Irritation would have been more appropriate. But on his delicate cock head he could feel what seemed like thousands of needles sticking in him. The sheer look of surprise on Jo's face told Skin what only Jo could actually feel. "Inside the end of the tube is stuck a strip of the rough side of Velcro's fastening. It will not damage you, but you will find it extremely uncomfortable. You will find it better not to have an erection. Unless of course I tell you to. Sleep well." As he left Jo said "What happens if I want to go to the toilet?" Skin looked back into the room with a broad grin. "That is the double beauty of these pants. You will not need to disturb me again. If you want to piss just piss." As Skin closed the door Jo realised what that meant. If he pissed it would just stay inside the pants and soak him. In the three weeks that he was made to wear the pants, he only pissed himself once. That was quite enough to realise that an aching bladder was less uncomfortable. But in those three weeks he could never train himself not to wake up with a massive erection. The only cure for that was to put up with the pain until it subsided. The next day when he looked at himself in the mirror, he recognised something in the face that looked back at him. While it was not John - he would never look back at him again -- the person was vaguely familiar. He wondered what the next part of Skin's plan would be. He did not have to wait long. The following Saturday, both dressed as skinheads, they walked for about a mile to a rather run down looking house. Skin knocked on the door, which was answered by a man probably in his 50's with long greasy hair in a ponytail and a mass of tattoos. He welcomed Skin as an old friend and they went in. After Skin and the man, whom he introduced as Dave, finished chatting Skin turned to Jo and said "Over the next few weeks you will be coming here a lot. Dave is an expert piercer and I have decided I want you pierced. Dave knows what he has to do, but do not ask him about his instructions. He will not tell you. When you come here you will take all your clothes off and lie on the couch. You will not resist anything Dave does." With that Skin said goodbye to Dave and left. Jo just stood there, unsure what to do. Eventually Dave, who outwardly looked rather ferocious but was obviously a gentle man, told him to take his clothes off and lie down. He chatted to him trying to reassure him, as Jo was clearly frightened. Piercing was not something he had ever thought of having done. The thought of having needles pushed through him and wearing metal rings made him shiver. Dave said that the actual piercings would not hurt much although they would be very sore afterwards. He said that if ever the rings were removed from the holes would all heal completely so there really was no need to worry. But then he added that Skin had told him to stick the balls to the rings that they closed so that they could not be easily removed. He told Jo that today he would only be doing both nipples. Jo was not sure whether Dave was breaking his instructions not to tell Jo what was to happen. But then he realised that only he belonged to Skin. Dave did not. Within half an hour Jo had a fairly fat ring through each nipple. Jo was relieved that there had been very little pain. When he got home, Skin examined the new piercings and looked pleased. Strangely that made Jo feel very happy. That evening Skin instructed Jo to come and sit at his feet while they watched television. Jo was eager to oblige as Skin, certainly deliberately, had not removed the 20-hole ranger boots he had worn that day. He snaked one boot around Jo and pressed it into his crotch. It felt good. At the same time he put his hand down the front of Jo's shirt and started pulling and twisting the new ring that had been put through his right nipple. Automatically Jo brought up his hand to stop him. The pain was so great. Jo was surprised that Skin let go of the ring and removed his hand and, unfortunately, also his boot. But Jo quickly found out why. Skin had unclipped the handcuffs that he sometimes now kept on his belt. Jo did not resist as his hands were fastened behind his back. As Skin replaced his boot and his hand went back down the front of Jo's shirt Skin said in a very quiet voice "Do not resist and do not cry out." Jo did not cry out, although he found it impossible to keep completely still. But Skins grip never relented as he pulled and twisted the rings. First the right nipple and then the left. Very soon Jo could see spots of blood on his shirt. Looking back Jo could not be sure when instead of each pull and twist being anticipated with dread at the pain, he began to wait for it in anticipation of the pleasurable feeling that went in waves through his body. He gripped the boot between his legs hard so that he could push and rub his rock hard penis against it. The first minutes of agony were followed by several minutes of sheer pleasure of an intensity he had not known before. Eventually he came in his pants. He looked up at Skin who had removed his hand. Neither said anything, as there was really nothing to say. After a few minutes Jo felt that he had recovered enough and ought to clean up. He asked Skin if he would undo the handcuffs. Skin said "No, not yet." Skin got up and told Jo to kneel in front of him. As he watched, Skin undid his trousers and took down his jeans and underpants. Although they had now lived together for several weeks, Jo had only seen Skin dressed. Jo was mesmerised by the sight that greeted him. It was not simply the size of Skin's cock, although it was longer and fatter than most he had seen before. It was the tattoo of a long snake that came up from his left leg and curled around his crotch until it went down the entire shaft of his cock ending at the head. And through the end of his cock, as if through the snake's mouth, was a large fat ring. Skin let Jo admire the view for a few more seconds before instructing him to open his mouth. He need not have said that, as Jo's mouth was wide open in admiration of the sight before him. As Skin pushed his cock into Jo's mouth he began pissing. He told Jo to swallow it. If he had had time to think, Jo might have gagged at the thought. But he did not really have time to think, so he just drank all the warm liquid that went into his mouth. When the flow stopped, Jo carefully licked the end, enjoying the feel of the ring with his tongue. Skin then removed the snake from his mouth. Skin took Jo up to the bathroom where he removed the handcuffs long enough for Jo to strip naked. He then replaced them and stripped himself. They got into the shower together. It was the first time they had ever been naked together. Skin carefully washed Jo in the stream of hot water before washing himself. It was strange but after the previous changes Skin had made to Jo's life or to their relationship he had always told him that that was how it would be in future. This time he said nothing, although Jo knew with absolute certainty that from now on he would have to drink Skin's piss and that from now on they would shower together. But while Jo could not avoid getting an erection, Skin did not get one. And they continued to sleep in separate rooms. Over the next weeks Dave continued his piercings. In what seemed rapid succession he gained a ladder of eight rings across the centre of his ball sac -- four one week and four the next. The line was continued with eight more rings piercing the length of his cock. It was after these were inserted that Jo stopped having to wear the rubber trousers at night. Much as he had hated the smell and feel of the rubber at first, he had begun to enjoy wearing them and he was disappointed when Skin did not bring them to him. His genitals took time to recover from the piercings, and with rings all the way down his cock, he had to learn different sensations when Skin instructed him to jack off. As each ring went in he anticipated the pain and then the pleasure that Skin would generate with the new wounds. The next week he was given a large Prince Albert ring like the one in the snake's mouth. He liked that one best of all as it was exactly the same as the one Skin had. He began to long for Saturday to come. When he arrived on his next visit, Dave told him not to bother to strip and to sit in the chair. Jo refused. He had been given his orders and he stripped. But he agreed to sit in the chair when Dave told him that the next ring was to be through his nose. That proved to be the most painful piercing so far, and he was glad when it was done. But Dave had not quite finished. He told him to stick his tongue out which he grabbed with a pair of forceps. He did not let go until a stud was inserted through his tongue. His tongue quickly swelled up and it was difficult to talk. He left Dave only aware of the pain and the seemingly huge piece of metal in his mouth. Dave's final comment was "Same time next week." Jo wondered what was left to pierce. Although he was in great pain, part of him hoped there was more to come. When he got home, Skin was not there. He returned an hour or so later. He immediately came over to Jo and gave him a hard kiss forcing his tongue into Jo's mouth. It was their first kiss, and even though it was painful Jo was in no hurry for it to end. Skin examined the two new piercings and looked well satisfied. Jo had never before questioned Skin about his plans but for some reason he decided to now, even though he doubted that Skin would answer. "I am to be tattooed next aren't I?" Skin looked at him for a moment before quietly saying "Yes. Would you like to see what I have planned?" Skin did not wait for an answer but went and started up the computer in the corner. It soon displayed the image of a naked body that rotated slowly. Although the body had a picture of Jo's head attached to it, it clearly was not his body. At the touch of a button the first image of a tattoo appeared on the model. It was around the crotch area. It was a snake like Skins, but there was no tail starting on his leg. Instead the snake came out of his backside snaking around his left side and belly until just the tongue was on his dick. Skin pressed the button again, and the figure seemed to wearing boots half way up the calves, but they were not really boots. They were there to indicate that above the bootline Jo was to have a lion's head on his left leg, and a leaping panther on his right. At the third push of the button Jo saw no change as the model was sideways on and he was looking at the left side. As the figure rotated he saw that the right arm was completely covered in coloured images. The design went from the hand completely covering the arm and right shoulder and ended well up the neck. "That is all I have planned for now, but I may want more later." As if he knew exactly what was in Jo's mind, Skin said "I know having a tattoo on your hand and on your neck will make life difficult at work, but it is what I want." Jo could only think to say that it was what he wanted too. But he said nothing. The decision was not his and his opinion did not matter. Dave tattooed Jo's legs, and created the snake over the next three weeks of what were often long sessions. Jo found the process more painful than being pierced, but as with all the pain Skin had inflicted on him, he began to like it and then to look forward to it. Dave started on Jo's arm at the elbow. As it was a complex design it was going to be slow work. Skin came to all the tattooing sessions, and watched the designs steadily grow. All the time the question of work worried Jo. He did not say anything to Skin as he knew that the decision had been made. But he did not know how he would cope. Perhaps he should just quit before the tattoo was obvious to all. One day at work everyone in the firm got together to celebrate the owners birthday. Skin started talking about tattoos and how everyone was having them done and how good they looked. He said that he was trying to persuade Jo to have one but that he was far too much of a coward. Jo could not be sure whether Skin had somehow set them up, but some of the younger guys started making fun of him and telling him not to be a chicken. "It does not hurt" they kept repeating. If only Jo could tell them what the pain really felt like to him. Three guys rolled up their sleeves to reveal tattoos, much to many people's surprise. Jo knew that Skin was trying to find a way out of the problem, which he knew loomed large in Jo's mind. Jo therefore took his cue and said that if ever he had one, he would want it to be a real statement -- something big and impressive. >From then on it became quite easy. Over the next few days he told people that he had decided that he would have a tattoo done. Then he told them that he had found a tattooist who was designing something really special. As the work progressed he began to show his colleagues the gradual inking of his arm starting from the elbow. Everyone seemed interested, although some people he was sure took an interest only so that they could be shocked or disgusted. When the tattoo eventually moved onto his hand and above his collar there were loud arguments about whether it looked good or bad, or whether it should be bigger or smaller or whether he needed the other hand and the other side of his neck tattooed to keep it in balance. But nobody complained and he was not sacked. Skin had worked his magic once again. It was now six months since he had first seen the boots and first seen Skin and 4 months since they had lived together. Yet in that time, although they showered together, although Skin handled his cock when he needed to piss, and although Jo had Skin's cock in his mouth every day to drink his piss, they had never had sex. Indeed thinking back, Jo had never seen Skin's cock hard. He began to wonder whether there was something wrong with Skin. Or whether he himself was just the disappointment he had always felt he was. The tattoos had now healed and as he looked at himself in the mirror he was pleased with the person who looked back. He liked him. He looked at the steel collar around his neck. He looked and fingered each of the rings that pierced his body. He looked at the tattoos that covered such a large part of his body with such beautiful designs. They were all as close to perfection as he could imagine. Big and bold but not too much. As he got dressed in the black jeans and yellow shirt together with Skins used underpants, socks and T-shirt he realised that it was his birthday. He was not sure whether he had ever told Skin. When he got into the kitchen Skin was holding a brightly coloured package. He said "You can only have this if you can guess what it contains." Jo took the box, which was about 18 inches square and 8 inches deep. He felt the weight and shook it. The feel and the weight and the sound told him that it was a shoebox. He said out loud "This has got to be a shoebox, and as I am only allowed to wear boots, it must contain boots." Skin nodded. Jo wondered what boots could be in such a small box, but took Skin's nod as permission to open the present. In the past months Jo and Skin had talked extensively about boots. After all it was Jo's favourite subject. Although he did not remember saying it, he must have told Skin of his childhood passion for cuban-heeled elastic sided boots. He had not seen a pair of them for years. He doubted that they were still made. But there in front of him was a pair with massive cuban heels and needle pointed toes. He got one out lovingly and looked at the black shiny leather and the gusseted elastic sides. He looked at the leather loop at the back that you could use to pull them on. Or on which you could hitch your trousers so that everyone could enjoy the gorgeous sight. He pulled them on without using the loop and stood high on the heels looking down at the sharp pointed toes. He told Skin that it was the best present he had ever had. And he truly meant it. For the first time, Skin seemed embarrassed and told him to hurry up or they would be late for work. Jo saw the boots at the end of the long corridor 50 metres away. In the last 6 months he had lost none of his skill in identifying boots at almost any distance. Even if he had not known it was Skin he would have recognised the boots as engineer boots, although slightly different, with thicker soles and higher heels than most he had ever seen. As the boots came towards him, he looked into the hard dark eyes, but did not look away. Perhaps he should have as the eyes had an aggression he had not seen since the first day. Skin stopped him and said "I am going for a drink after work. Be there", before he walked off again. Jo knew what this meant. Skin had collected him. As he had promised he had changed him, and also as he had promised he had made him love the changes. But now it was over and Skin would find another person to collect. Jo felt empty. The rest of the day went miserably. Even the joy he had felt for the new boots disappeared. At a little after five Jo walked into the bar. Skin was sitting at the same table against the far wall. There was a beer in front of him and another in front of the seat opposite. They had both known that Jo would obey his instruction to go. Jo sat down. Unusually Jo spoke first. "It's over isn't it?" He did not wait for an answer but continued "I knew it would have to end and I knew you would only give me what you wanted to give me but I had hoped for more, you know, for sex." Skin looked deep into his eyes. "Yes, I have completed what I promised you when we first talked here. I have turned you into the person I wanted. But you seem to have forgotten the inscription on every link of the chain around your neck. It says `Property of Skin'. Both it and you belong to me, and I am not parting with either. I thought we would meet here so that I could tell you that the first part is over. But I still have plans, and no I will not tell you what those plans are. You know the rules." He stopped and looked at Jo. "Have you ever fucked anyone or been fucked?" The question took Jo by surprise but with Skin, he could only answer truthfully. "No, neither. There were some guys I would have liked to fuck but it never happened. And no one ever asked to fuck me." Skin smiled "As far as you fucking someone else is concerned, you can't. The rings along your shaft are there to make that impossible. And I am not going to ask to fuck you either." The disappointment showed immediately on Jo's face. Skin continued "I don't have to ask. Your arse and every other bit of you belongs to me. I intend to fuck you tonight. You know I have big cock and you have a tight arse, so it will be very painful. I am glad that I will be the first and the only one to fuck you and I am glad that it will cause you great pain. I like hurting you. I intend to fuck you very often, but the first one will be the most painful and you will always remember it." They finished their beers and went home in silence. Rather than going upstairs, Skin made Jo strip naked in the entrance hall. He then put a leather hood over his head that left him blind. He led him down some stairs. Jo did not hesitate or stumble even though he had never been into the cellar. Indeed he had not really known that it was there. He trusted Skin to look after him. He knew he was going through a doorway. And there Skin left him. Although his hands were free he knew that he could not remove the hood. Skin returned a few minutes later. He stood behind him and removed the hood. They were in a room with black walls. In front there was a leather covered bench with leather covered leg stirrups similar to the ones used to examine women. Skin pushed him forward and Jo realised that he should get on the bench. He turned round. Skin was naked as well except that he was wearing a pair of engineer boots. They had thick soles and big heels. He could see the straps and buckles over the instep and he imagined he could see the metal toe-caps. They were just like the boots he had seen in the corridor so long ago. But they were somehow different. These did not stop at the calf or at the knee. Rather they encased his legs completely up to the crotch. He could see the two straps and buckles at the top of each boot. And it was from a boot that a snake climbed across his belly and along his dick. Skin strapped Jo down by his arms and legs, although both knew that Jo would not resist. Skin's cock was truly solid and the snake seemed to be throbbing. He applied some greasy lubricant to it. Jo could see a drip of it on the ring. He put some lubricant on Jo's arse but did not push his fingers up inside. The snake moved towards him and then he felt it at the opening. Skin said quietly "Do not resist and do not cry out." Jo had no intention of resisting -- he had waited too long for this. Though his body told him that the pain was great as Skin entered him, his mind told him that it was ecstasy. Skin applied a relentless pressure until he was fully inside him. Jo could now feel the leather boots against his arse. Slowly at first and then with more power and speed Skin fucked Jo. With each thrust the boots slapped against his cheeks. Several times Jo thought that Skin was about to come. But each time Skin stopped and held back. Jo felt a surge rising in him as once again Skin moved in and out and as the boots beat against him. He went faster and faster and at the same point as Skin came within Jo, Jo released his load on to the snake on his belly. They looked into each other's eyes. Skin left his cock in Jo. Jo realised how much he truly loved Skin. Giving Skin pleasure was the ultimate joy in his life, which was why the pain of that first fuck was ecstasy. It was what Skin wanted. He would remember it forever. When Skin's erection had subsided, he withdrew his cock, but he did not untie Jo. Skin went to the corner and came back with an iron rod that had an electric flex attached to it. Jo could not make out what it was. Skin said for the second time that evening "Do not resist and do not cry out." The iron rod then moved out of his vision. He felt it on his right buttock. It must have been white hot. There was some sizzling and an awful stench of burning flesh and then it was gone. Jo did not resist or call out. Skin put down the rod and poured cold water onto the burnt area. Jo watched every step of the boots as Skin walked across the room. He came back with a mirror. On his right buttock Jo could see etched deeply into his flesh the backward letters that said `Property of Skin'. " Just so you don't forget" Skin said. "I won't" Jo replied. That night, after Skin had carefully washed the handcuffed Jo, they got into the same bed together. Although Jo was very sore, Skin fucked him every night and sometimes again in the morning. Skin obviously took pleasure in having Jo immobile, so he was always carefully strapped down on the bench or handcuffed to the bed before Skin forced an entry into him. Skin knew what level of pain he wanted to inflict and as the soreness lessened he became rougher and used less and less lubricant. Jo relished every moment. A week or so later Skin brought a large rubber butt plug into the shower with him. Jo was handcuffed, as Skin washed him. Skin did not ask Jo to bend over, as Jo had expected. He stood in front of him, holding him completely still with his eyes, put his arms around Jo's body and slowly forced the large piece of rubber up his crack. It felt good as his hole was stretched as the plug got progressively thicker until his hole closed around the thin neck. Jo gripped it with his cheeks and liked the sensation. Jo knew that it would stay there until Skin chose to remove it. Jo wondered what it would feel like to sit on. When he tried to sit down to breakfast, Skin would not let him. He was told to stand to eat and to put his boots on. He would only find out what it was like when he sat down at his desk with all his colleagues around him. Jo had learnt that Skin considered every little detail so as to get the maximum out of every situation. Skin had chosen the high heeled and very pointed black cowboy boots for Jo. It was the first time he had been given them to wear to work. As he walked he realised that the height of the heels naturally made him clench his buttocks more and so grip the plug even harder. When they got to work Skin went with Jo to his office. He announced "Look at the boots I have got him in today." Everyone looked at Jo's feet, and Skin told Jo to sit down and put his feet on the desk so that everyone could see. Skin pushed him toward the seat and Jo sat down rather heavily. Their eyes met as Jo found out what it was like to sit on the plug. More beautiful excruciating pleasure. Jo could see in Skin's eyes that he was pleased. Jo rolled around in the seat to maximise the sensations. He put his booted feet on the desk and people admired what they saw. One questioned, as someone always does when they see cowboy boots "where are your spurs?" Skin said "I will get him some" and Jo knew that he meant it and that before long he would have to wear the boots with spurs to the office. Skin was helping Jo fulfil another booted ambition. He savoured the thought, and his stomach tingled. Jo did not wear a plug every day. Skin seemed to know when the memory of the plug had faded enough so that having one again became a new sensation. The plugs got bigger and sometimes changed shape as Jo's hole became more elastic. The true nature of their relationship became public knowledge a few days later. A new guy had joined the firm who it quickly became obvious knew Skin. Just before lunch Jo heard Skin arguing with the guy in the corridor. He heard the guy shout "You never made me have tattoos and you made me remove all those piercing rings you made me have before you dumped me. I want you to own me again." Skin answered at an equal volume "I am fucking Jo now. Leave us both alone." Everyone must have heard. Jo flushed as the rest of the office looked at him, while pretending they weren't. For a moment he felt like John again. As often happens in such situations people around Jo tried to pretend that they had heard nothing and volubly asked each other questions about work or about anything else to cover their embarrassment. But things moved in a surprising direction. It became clear to Jo that people were taking sides against the intruder. He was trying to break up two people that were their friends and they did not like it. After all it might happen to them. Someone might try to steal their partner. The new guy only lasted another couple of days before the obvious hostility drove him out. Jo knew everything would be all right when one of the girls said "Did he really make you have piercings?" Jo replied that he been made to have many of them and highlighted the one in his right nipple through the material of his shirt. She gave a shudder as she lightly touched it. Then they both laughed and the office joined in. Skin and Jo were officially a couple. And from then on everyone treated them as such. His public transformation was complete. But in private Skin still had surprises. One day a number of large cardboard boxes were delivered. Skin let Jo open them. They contained a large variety of rubber wear. Whole body suits and jeans and shirts and shorts. In the very last he found two pairs of crotch high rubber waders with thick rubber soles. The familiar tingle spread out through his body. This was to be a new adventure. Skin picked up one of the whole body suits. He helped Jo get into it. The rubber was thick and tight. Gloves and feet were attached to the suit, so that when, eventually he was in it, he was completely covered in thick rubber up to his neck. The suit was moulded so that his penis was encased in a rubber tube. The erection Jo got made the tube fit very tightly. There was a similar tube at the back and Skin forced the rubber up Jo's hole with the help of a dildo, although Jo could feel very little when the dildo was removed. Skin helped Jo pull on a pair of rubber waders. Skin got out a rubber mask. It had small holes for his eyes, nose and mouth, but little of Jo could be seen behind the mask. Jo looked at the rubber-encased man in the mirror and liked what he saw. Skin got dressed in a similar costume although his suit had no tube at the back. Skins hole was only for shitting. But his dick was for fucking. He lubricated his rubber-covered cock and forced his way up Jo's rubber filled channel. They fucked long and hard and the sensations were completely different from any other fuck they had ever had. When they were both exhausted and their erections had diminished, Jo realised that he wanted badly to piss. As often happened between the two of them, Skin read his mind. "Lets both just piss." They held each other's cocks so they could feel the fluid leaving the other's body and settling in the suit. Jo asked "what am I supposed to drink now?" Skin told him he could have a drink in the morning. Skin was telling him that they were to sleep as they were. From then on rubber became another part of Jo's life. But as with everything else, only when Skin wanted it. In the shower the next morning as Skin washed Jo, who naturally had his hands secured behind his back, said "I suppose you wish the suits had been leather." For a moment he wondered whether Skin was testing him. Jo replied quite honestly "You chose rubber. I enjoyed it." Skin smiled. "Yes I did choose rubber," he said. The following weekend they went out. Jo did not know where they were going even though frequently over the last month or so Skin had told him their destination. Told him. He never consulted him and Jo would not have wanted him to. Skin frequently took Jo to shops to look at boots and leather. Even though he liked to hurt him, Skin also liked to give Jo pleasure. After all it was only his to give. They arrived at a bike dealership and it took some while before Jo realised that Skin really did mean to buy a motorbike. Skin liked a 1000cc Honda. But from the way he spoke to the salesman it was clear he did not like the price. He wanted something cheaper. But his eyes always went back to the same bike as he looked at others. Jo knew it was not his business but at the risk of getting one of the looks from Skin that hurt like a whiplash he said "When I moved in you said you were saving some of the money." He had nearly said `my money', but avoided that mistake. "Why not use that?" Skin said "I am saving that for you." Jo looked puzzled and said "I don't have anything." Jo was wearing a white T-shirt and Skin grabbed his left nipple ring and twisted it hard. Skin's looks could feel like a whiplash, but his actions could be pure bliss. They found the salesman and Skin told him of his choice. He tried to get the price down but the salesman did not want to budge far. Eventually Skin said "Ok I will pay the full price on the label if you will include all the gear to go with it for us both." The deal was agreed and Skin and Jo went upstairs to the clothing area. Jo held back. Skin would not need his opinion. Skin quickly spotted a white leather suit with red and black decorations. He handed one to Jo and took an identical one for himself. They went into a single cubicle to try them on. Once dressed in leather, Skin pulled back the curtain straight away even though Jo's excitement was very evident in the snug-fitting suit. When the suits were picked from the rack they looked like single garments. But the trousers and jacket actually came apart. They headed off to the boots. Skin chose white boots with `Aplenstars' in red leather letters. They had buckles from the instep to the knee. Once booted they put on white full-face crash helmets with black tinted visors and finished with some thick white gloves. They took the gear home in bags. The bike would be delivered that afternoon after a final cleaning and inspection. They stripped and put on the leather suit, boots and gloves over their naked bodies and Skin led Jo into the cellar. Skin secured Jo to the wall with arm and leg manacles. He could move a little, but not much. Skin kissed Jo. Even when kissing Skin was very much in control. His tongue explored Jo's mouth roaming freely around his teeth and as far to the back of his throat as his tongue would go. Skin loved teasing the stud in Jo's tongue and would draw Jo's tongue into his own mouth when he wanted to chew it with his teeth. Skin pulled down the zip on Jo's jacket and with his gloved fingers attacked Jo's nipples. All the time they kissed. Skin unzipped Jo's trousers and freed his cock and balls. One gloved hand took hold of Jo's cock as the other held and squeezed his balls. The rings along the shaft of Jo's cock came alive as they only did when in Skin's charge. The feel of Skin's hand and the motions he made on his cock were now more familiar to Jo than his own. Only rarely these days did Skin instruct Jo to relieve himself. The last time had been over two weeks before when Skin dressed only in a new pair of 30-hole black rangers had instructed Jo to lie on the floor and jack off while he explored his body with the new boots. After Jo had ejaculated, Skin relieved himself by fucking Jo. Jo had never seen Skin jack off himself. Like his piss, Skin's spunk always went inside Jo. Up his arse or down his throat. This time, once Jo had come over Skin's new white suit and boots, Skin started to slowly massage his cock. Jo watched the snake writhe, and he watched it shoot its venom over the jacket and trousers Jo was wearing, and finally deposit small droplets on the boots. They had both been christened. From then on, all their important purchases were christened by them both. On the Monday, it was raining heavily and they went to work as usual by train. This gave Jo the chance to tell his colleagues that they had bought a bike. Jo doubted that Skin ever felt the need to explain or prepare the people he worked with about anything. But he seemed to understand that Jo was not yet that free and he helped make his public face as easy as he could. The next day they arrived by bike in their white leather suits. The journey had felt wonderful as Jo pressed himself against Skin, massaging his cock against his back. Skin, of course, had driven the bike. Skin walked with Jo to his office. In a loud voice his parting words were "And tomorrow don't forget to put the change of clothes in the pannier." In truth Skin had decided not to take a change and both walked around that day in matching leather trousers and boots. They both only had on T-shirts. It was the first time that Jo's tattooed arm had been quite so visible, even though he had shown his colleagues the work as it progressed. At one point Jo caught sight of himself in a long mirror. He was quite taken aback with the beauty of the reflection until he realised it was him. As he stood at the coffee point that morning, one of his colleagues said to him "God I wish I was gay. Life would then be so easy." Jo did not tell him that people like Skin found life easy. For everyone else it was tough. As well as the white suits, they also wore black leather to work on the bike. At first Jo had changed on arrival out of the black leather and into jeans. They could not forget a change of clothes every day. But comments from the manager made it clear that that was not necessary. Black leather jeans were quite acceptable -- for people like Skin and Jo at least. So they just kept a pair of boots at the office for the black leather days. Skin selected the high heeled cowboy boots and the sharp pointed elastic sided boots he had bought to celebrate Jo's birthday. Jo had never thought of them as `his'. They swapped boots regularly. Skin would walk into his office in his socks carrying the pair of boots he had last worn. He would give them to Jo. As Jo never knew when this would happen, he would often already have changed out of the bike boots. Skin would then take the boot in his crotch as he pulled off Jo's foot and then put it on his own. Jo enjoyed the public demonstration of their relationship and of Skin's power over him. Some weeks later Skin showed Jo a piercing ring. It was very thick and much thicker than the ones Jo had all over his body. Skin said "this is the thickness I want you to have. But I want to do it in several steps. Jo was stripped and taken down to the cellar and tied to a bench. It was his favourite position. Immobile. A piece of property. With a pair of pliers Skin managed to remove the ring from Jo's right nipple. It was difficult to do as the ball had been stuck in, and he made Jo bleed. Skin got a new thicker and slightly bigger ring, which he forced through the bleeding wound. Jo knew that a professional piercer would have used a rod or something to slowly expand the hole. But that would not have caused so much pain or made the wound so sore. Jo was glad that Skin was not a professional piercer. When the ring was inserted and its retaining ball stuck in, Jo expected Skin to do the other nipple. Skin said "Oh no, only one at a time. This will be a long slow process moving you up one ring and one gauge at a time. And when that is done we will start again with a bigger gauge. It could take years." Skin undid Jo's legs and placed them over his shoulders. He was going to fuck him. When he had pushed home his cock, which Jo regretted was now all too easy, he started playing roughly with the new ring. Jo had forgotten how good the torture of a new wound felt. He climaxed long before Skin, who seemed to be holding back. But until he did shoot it was clear that Skin was going to continue to pull and twist the nipple. As Skin had often said, he liked hurting Jo. And Jo wanted, with every fibre of his being, to make Skin happy. Nothing else mattered to him.

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Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2002 02:46:14 -0800 From: Shawn Webb <webb025@hotmail.com> Subject: The Frat Control Experiment, Parts IV-V he Frat Control Experiment Parts IV-V by: webb025@hotmail.com Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this. This is the continuation of the story begun in Parts I-III in an earlier file. You'll have much more fun with this if you read those parts first. Also, I appreciate reader feedback. It helps determine what and whether I write, by proving that someone is actually reading this stuff! :) IV. It was the evening of the Monday before Thanksgiving. The weather was already brisk, and a fire was going in the fireplace in the living room, where Bill McPherson was currently serving as the ottoman to an easy chair occupied by Dennis, last year's star first baseman. Dennis sat back and talked on the phone while he absent-mindedly rubbed his large white-socked feet across what appeared to him to be a smooth, comfortable piece of furniture. Dennis was making plans to go home for the holiday. The Grand Master was up in Lance's room with John, making plans for the first time many of the brothers would be leaving town since their unwitting involvement in the Master's various experiments. They had to make sure that nothing in the brothers' programming would cause suspicion back home. Kenny, Lance's freshman "personal assistant", having finished his school work for the day, sat obediently in the corner, licking clean the insides of a raunchy old pair of Lance's running shoes. "I'm not worried about the 'ripe feet' guys, they'll be bringing each other's socks with them," said the Master. "Although at the last meeting I raised the stakes, and now they have to have a whiff of each other's socks every few hours. Steve is planning to drive home in the car James just bought for him, but he'll tell his folks he borrowed it. Or maybe he'll just have James drive him home wearing a chauffeur's cap. Bill the furniture guy won't have his compulsion when he's not here at the house. He doesn't even consciously realize he has it when he's here. Tomorrow is the last day of Doug's current enslavement to Bruno, so those two can just go home. They'd be far too embarrassed to tell anyone about their weekly arrangement, since they think that no one else knows. Dan isn't expecting to bring Shirley home for his family Thanksgiving, and so Charlie will be relieved that he can get away himself without revealing his true identity to Dan. "As for Bobby Burston, I let him follow me into a laundromat downtown and steal a cum- and sweat-encrusted jockstrap of mine that I didn't change out of for a week. He'll probably wear it over his nose and mouth on his long drive home to Texas. He's still afraid to let me see him anyway, so his leaving town won't matter. You two are fine. That leaves Kenny, Tom and Dom, and Cliff and Cody." At the mention of his name, and a look from Lance, Kenny took his nose and tongue out from deep inside one of Lance's fragrant shoes, frigged himself instantly to total hardness, and stood to attention, staring straight ahead. "Yeah, that's right, we can't send Kenny to Duluth like this, can we?" said Lance affectionately. "I'm gonna miss him this weekend. We've developed an almost psychic bond." "All right, when we're done here let's take him downstairs and make him as normal as we can. I'm not sure how we're going to make him temporarily forget his situation, yet remember enough to talk about his school days when he gets home. We'll figure it out later." "I'm worried about Tom and Dom, though," said John. "They've gotten to the point of some regular physical abuse that both of them now want. We had to program the brothers who live in nearby rooms not to hear the noises from Tom and Dom's room. Of course, since they're on the swim team, Dom knows he can't leave visible marks anywhere but on Tom's ass. What can we do?" "Well, I guess we could just order them to hide their 'true' situation from their folks, and pretend that they're equals while they're at home. It's only for a few days. If they need an abuse 'fix', they'll just have to leave their house to get it," the Grand Master decided. "Okay, then what's the situation with Cliff and Cody?" Cliff was the 6'11" basketball center who lived with Cody, the 5'6" gymnast, with totally repressed mutual lust. "Yeah, that could be a problem. They're kind of dependent on each other's presence, even though they don't know it. The next thing I was planning to do with them was give them the illusion that when they jerked off with each other's clothes, Cody would get taller and Cliff shorter. I wanted to see how that would change their relationship. I wondered if it would also affect their basketball and gymnastics abilities. What are their family situations? If they stayed here for Thanksgiving, maybe I could do the whole taller/shorter scene over the weekend." "I don't think we can do that," said Lance. "Cliff is from a big, close family. He has three brothers, one older, two younger, and they're all real tall. Even the 15-year-old is 6'8". Come to think of it, Cody has three brothers too. His older brother was an alternate on the Olympic gymnastics team. They all visited here last year, and all three brothers are that compact, muscular gymnast type." "Wow. If we could get all the brothers on both sides to visit here at the same time, imagine the possibilities..." The Grand Master drifted briefly into some highly erotic thoughts: pairing them off into passionate couples by age, or possibly having all the short ones on their knees gazing lustfully up into the crotches of the tall ones, or possibly having the short ones climb onto the tall ones and forcing them to give them rides on their long, muscled backs or broad shoulders. "Well, that's a future project. Meanwhile, bring Cliff and Cody downstairs later one at a time, and we'll ease up the pressure just for the weekend. We'll have them each drop the idea around home of a family visit here in the spring. Oh, and don't forget, Cliff's body size means we need an extra portion of Kool-Aid, just like we usually do for Doug and Bruno. "All right, I guess we're set for Thanksgiving. Now to some new business. Remember earlier this year when we were discussing possible pledges, and I mentioned..." One of the Grand Master's freshman pledge prospects, Jason Cole, had pledged Rho Tau Rho instead. Jason, a member of the volleyball team, was a tall (6'7") blond typical southern California surfer dude, with hair that fell in his eyes. Unlike many of the other pledge selections, the Master was sure from observation that Jason was bi, or possibly even gay. At least, Jason had never seemed to object when the Master lingered in the bathroom while Jason was showering, and sometimes even winked and seemed to be showing off while soaping up. And he had reason to show off; beyond his tall tight surfer's bod, he sported the biggest equipment the Master had seen to date in his short life, certainly more than any of the Sig Lam brothers. His cock was at least eight or nine inches soft, and on the hefty side. And from Jason's occasional soaping-up display, the Master could see that it would add several full inches when provoked. At Sig Lam, only Cliff even came close to matching Jason's length, although he was not as big around. Naturally, the Grand Master's excited thoughts were more about controlling Jason than actually having sex with him. Since Jason had pledged RTR, the Master now began to plot an experiment together with Lance and John. Lance would meet with Roger, the RTR president, offer him a spiked drink, and then, while he was in a highly suggestible state, he would convince Roger to bring small groups of RTR brothers to Sig Lam on some pretext, where they would be programmed. The Master explained to Lance and John that he had decided to set up RTR as a hierarchy based completely on cock size. "If someone is slightly 'bigger' than you, he's your bud, but you're likely to believe him and follow his suggestions. If he's several full inches bigger, you'll respect him and do most of what he says. And if he's REALLY bigger, then you'll practically worship him, and be totally in awe of him. You won't even think about refusing him anything." "Wow," said John. "That's going to change things around over there. I've seen Roger showering at the gym, and he's tiny, maybe a couple of inches at the most. And I've heard you describe Jason..." "That's right. Jason the freshman will immediately become president of the frat. And Roger, I guess, will be looked down on by most of the brothers. They'll make fun of him, push him around. They'll probably make him scrub the toilets, wash the dishes, collect the garbage, run their personal errands. But he'll feel he has to do it, since his brothers are so much more godlike than he is. "The part that's really interesting is that I'm sure most of the RTR brothers are straight, but their new president will be gay. And I'm sure Jason will be able to turn their immense respect and admiration for him into sexual favors. But will that 'turn' any of them around, with no more drugs or programming? Will they do it because they have to, or will they start to WANT to do it? THAT's what I want to know." "Are you going to set up regular 'hypno-meetings' over there?" asked Lance. "Heck no, I don't have enough time. But I'll control Jason, so I'll control his 'weapon', and his weapon will control the frat." v. It was eight o'clock on a late December evening towards the end of the term. Christmas was coming, and the Sigma Lambda Alpha fraternity was decorated for the occasion. In the brothers-only television lounge stood what they all considered to be a festively decorated Christmas tree, although if any outsider had stepped in, they would instead have seen it was really Bill McPherson, standing motionless, naked with his arms and legs extended, covered with tinsel and with decorative balls hanging from his fingers, hair, and genitals. Over at RTR, freshman and president Jason Cole was enjoying the start of the second month of his exalted status. When he wasn't playing volleyball or working out, he'd spend the evening in his room reading and doing school work, with the door open, wearing nothing but boxers, sprawled on a reclining chair with his long muscled legs stretched out and one big foot over the other. Occasionally he would raise a hand to brush his long straw-blond hair out of his eyes; occasionally he would lower the hand to absently stroke the symbol of his authority, semi-hard and poking well out of his underwear. He was now living in the largest room in the house, which formerly was Roger's room, and although it was on the top floor, many of the brothers would find an excuse to pass by his door and admire this incredible man. Originally, the straight ones among them would have a pang of fear when Jason called out "Yo dude, come in here a minute" as they passed his door, but as time went by, they began to look forward to it, and would even linger a bit by the door hoping he would call them in. The sheer honor and excitement of serving someone that great gave them such a rush that they began to imagine themselves doing it while they were jerking off in their own rooms. Almost every room secretly had a copy of one of Jason's volleyball photos under the bed. An important milestone in the experiment had been reached recently when Mark Hilgren, a senior and lifelong confirmed heterosexual, found that he had to imagine himself serving Jason in order to have sex with his long-time girlfriend. She was none the wiser, but Mark worried that it was just a matter of time before only the real thing would do. The tone of the frat had changed quite a bit in the past month. Most of the brothers were decent, nice guys, who would never be inclined to inflict humiliation on a smaller-dicked, and thus weaker-willed, brother. But Craig Hodgson, the member with the second-largest cock in the frat, had a latent nasty side. When he would come home drunk from town, he would occasionally pick on one of the smaller brothers, using his cock-boosted willpower to forcibly involve others who would not otherwise have wanted to participate. Thus, there would be four or five brothers forcing the unfortunate victim to kneel before them, begging them to grind their shoes into his groin, to force him to lick out a urinal, or whatever else happened to cross Craig's drunk mind. Usually Craig sobered up by the end, ordering the victim not to tell anyone what happened. To the victim, of course, his ultra-masculine word was law. Roger, the former RTR president, was now living in a small room on the first floor with Wally, a skinny, freckled pledge with oversized horn-rimmed glasses. Wally had pledged the frat as a legacy, since his dad had been a member. Wally had been resigned to being at the bottom of the social totem pole, as he had been in high school. Now, though, his five-inch-when-erect cock was double the size of his new roommate's, and put him in complete charge. After a month or so, he found he had a sadistic streak he never realized, ordering Roger around, and occasionally using him as a punching bag or delivering a kick to his privates when he was angry or frustrated. But the more he did it, the more respect he saw in Roger's face. Having a senior and the former frat president look up to him so much excited him, made him feel like a real man. His resulting self-confidence carried over to his day-to-day activities, much to his benefit. Meanwhile, as Roger's self-esteem withered, he found himself cowering more and more in the room his free time. His brothers had long since commanded him to break up with his girlfriend, saying he wasn't man enough to deserve one, and of course he was forced to agree with them. While Craig, or some of the other brothers acting under Craig's big-dick influence, would recreationally find new ways to humiliate him -- or rather order him to humiliate himself, sometimes in front of their girlfriends or even in front of strangers -- at least being in the room with Wally was a more predictable environment, and he knew ways of keeping Wally happy so his punishment would be kept at a minimum. Often a back or foot massage after a long day would keep Wally purring contentedly. Wally was such a great man. Roger was grateful to still be in a fraternity of such great men. Back at Sig Lam, some new experiments were underway. The Grand Master had admired the physique of Dennis the baseball player, so now whenever Dennis was anywhere in the house, he wore nothing but his white socks. In the television lounge, at the dinner table, in the rec room playing pool, Dennis was always dressed, or rather undressed, identically. Naturally, no one noticed this, least of all Dennis. This led to some highly amusing scenes: Dennis at the coffee machine in the morning, naked among a group of brothers heavily dressed in warm winter clothes; or Dennis naked in the living room chair with Bill the ottoman under his socked feet, each brother largely oblivious to the other. Of course, the humor in all this was only apparent to Lance, John, and the Grand Master during his visits. At Thanksgiving, Cliff and Cody had successfully lobbied their families to arrange a school visit at spring break, and all their respective brothers planned to show up. When Cliff got back to the frat, the Grand Master used him to initiate the basketball team experiment he had planned a month previously. Cliff brought each team member to Sig Lam, where with a drink and some induction the Grand Master put him under. The Master learned that all but one of the twelve basketball team members were straight (actually, all but TWO, since Cliff himself had been firmly reprogrammed). Fine, he thought, that would make the experiment even better. Visiting a local skate park, the Grand Master rounded up a dozen 14- and 15-year-old skater dudes, and brought them to the house with the promise of free new equipment. Since he wasn't much older than they were, and was bringing them onto the college campus, they weren't in the least suspicious, and happily drank the Kool-Aid they were offered. Once they were all in a trance, each one was brought into a room with an equally zonked basketball player. There, the player became convinced that before each game, to be able to focus, to be the best player he could be, he NEEDED the protein in a freshly-made hot cum drink willingly made by his skater. Meanwhile, the skater became convinced that it was a very natural thing for his college basketball player to want to suck his cock. And that was it. The basketball player was under no direct compulsion to do anything the skater said, but the skater was in a great negotiating position. Desperate for cum from his skater, each player would have to do something for him, depending on the skater's whim. The player couldn't threaten or force the skater to cum, of course, since scaring a skater, especially a straight one, would hardly result in a willing orgasm. So before each game, the helpless player would have to perform for his skater. On a few occasions it might involve something sexual, like jerking the skater off, or offering him the use of his (hypnotized) girlfriend, but more often it involved a personal favor, a piece of new equipment, or an act of public humiliation in front of the skater's high school friends -- calling him Sir, licking his skate shoes, sniffing his pits, performing a strip act. (The skaters were however programmed to keep things discreet, since the Grand Master didn't want any of this experiment publicly known.) The player would be caught between disgust at the humiliating acts, and lust for the cum. The Grand Master wondered if the latter would eventually overcome the former, and cause relationships that lasted past the final game of the season. Now that the basketball season was underway, the Grand Master was entertained at various times with the sight of a tall muscular basketball forward, or a smart, strong floor-general guard, with the well-exercised legs, defined upper body and biceps of a Division I college basketball player, serving at the pleasure of a scrawny teen skater dude. As the months went by, the skaters would go a little further each time, testing their pet player's limits. The Grand Master would sometimes stand invisibly in the room, noting how far each skater was trying to go, and he would wonder how far the desperate player was willing to let the skater take it. The Master also used his basketball experiment to finally resolve the Room 27 situation with Cliff and Cody. As he had arranged, they had secretly longed for each other for over a month, and each longed to be tall/short like the other. Cliff was the only basketball player who didn't room with another player or room alone, so bringing together Cliff and his skater dude cum god each game day and avoiding Cody was a tricky proposition. The Master had hand-picked Josh to be cliff's controlling skater dude. Josh was gay, 15 and 5'8" tall, with silky black hair and totally smooth, pale skin. He had a scar over his upper lip, sported an evil grin, had penetrating pale blue eyes, and had a fondness for black leather clothes. At first, he was satisfied each game day with receiving a full-body tongue job from Cliff, who would lick him clean of sweat before getting his cum reward. Seeing the 6'11" redhead's muscles tense and flex while he went about his job would get Josh off quickly, much to Cliff's relief. After all, Cliff loved Cody, his buff gymnast stud, not this scrawny... yet amazing... cum god. After a few sessions, though, Josh brought in a dog collar and leash, and made Cliff wear them. Before he would let Cliff at his cock, he would lead him around the room, Josh in his leather clothes and Cliff crawling on the floor completely naked, degrading Cliff further by placing his boot on Cliff's large back or crotch, or forcing him to lap water out of the toilet. After Cliff had tongue-cleaned his leather pants, Josh would tease him with his cock for a while, watching Cliff's long tongue trying to catch it, and would then grab Cliff's curly red hair and slam his face into his crotch. Sometimes he would pull away from Cliff and shoot his cum somewhere else, like on his own boots, or on Cliff's size 16 feet, or even in Cliff's hair. Then Cliff would desperately go after the cum while it was still hot, scooping and licking until every drop was gone. To Cliff, the cum tasted like the nectar of the gods. Whenever he swallowed it, he felt himself growing stronger, smarter, more adept. He felt the cum making him more of a man, more a member of a winning team. Instead of harboring a longing feeling of missing something, he felt whole; he felt complete. He would look gratefully up at his cum god for making him a man. When the team would assemble before the game, he saw the joy and confidence in his teammate's faces and knew they had just gone through the same thing. As the weeks went by, Cliff was going through an emotional transformation. He still loved Cody, and dreamed of living a life with him. His game day cum lust didn't change that. But he suffered a shock one day towards the end of the season, when Cody walked in unexpectedly while Cliff was busy licking the last of the cum from Josh's boots. As Cliff turned and looked up at Cody, feeling humiliated, Cody was at first amazed, then excited, and finally extremely jealous of Josh. For a moment, they just stared at each other. BUt Josh had been programmed to be prepared for just this eventuality by the Grand Master. Stiffening to attention, he uttered the frat's control phrase, which caused both Cliff and Cody to instantly go into a trance. After working them deeper into their trances as he had been trained to do, Josh began to alter their programming. "Cliff," he said, causing Cliff's head to perk up with his eyes still closed. "You love Cody. You always have. While you enjoy being my cum slave on game days, it's Cody's tight muscle bod you want to curl up with, it's Cody you want to live with forever." Cliff grunted in agreement. "Since you've been a good cum slave, I'm going to give you a great gift. Whenever you jerk off using Cody's sneakers or old clothes, you'll become shorter and tighter. You'll notice your clothes getting looser, your shoes seeming bigger, as you become like him. This is what you've always wanted, to be trim like Cody, not overgrown like you are." Cliff again grunted in agreement. "And Cody..." Eyes closed, Cody's head perked up. "You love Cliff. You know he's my cum slave, but he's just doing it to play basketball better. You're not jealous of me. You want to be in his arms for the rest of your life." Cody groaned, "Yessss..." "Here is your gift. When you put on Cliff's shoes and jerk off with his jersey, you'll feel yourself growing taller. You'll feel your feet getting bigger in his shoes. You'll feel your arms getting longer. You will become big like him, not small and insignificant like you are now." Again, Cody groaned, "Yessss..." "When you, Cody, become taller than Cliff, and you, Cliff, become shorter than Cody, you will be able to reveal your love to one other. Your days of hiding will be over. The great love of your lives will then begin. Other people will still act as if you, Cliff, were still tall, and you, Cody, were still short. They won't see the change. But you two will know it when you are standing together, and you, Cliff, are gazing way up into Cody's eyes, with your small hand enveloped in his huge one, his immense tongue filling your mouth. "You will remember all this subconsciously. But for now you will forget... forget... forget..." Having reached the end of his own "program", Josh shook his head awake. Having forgotten everything that just happened, he looked down and noticed his cum slave looking dazed and contented, with a few drops of cum left on his lips, and his slave's roommate, also dazed, looking off into the distance. Satisfied at having gotten off, Josh zipped up his pants and left the room. When Cliff and Cody slowly awoke, they stole glances at each other with frustrated longing, but also with a buried sense of great hope that they had never felt before. They had no idea where the sense of hope came from, but they were soon destined to find out. The Grand Master didn't mind if one of his experiments ended in great happiness for the subjects. And so the Grand Master's basketball team experiment played itself out. The mentalities of most of the players were slowly altered across the season to where they actually looked forward to their pregame activities, much as one might enjoy a pregame workout. The funny part was, the team played considerably better than expected. They seemed more focused, and played as a team as never before. They rose in the college ranks, won their league, and were invited to the NCAA tournament. Of course they had to pay to arrange to have their skaters come to the regional tournament in order to have a fresh supply of cum. The Grand Master didn't want to miss being in the hotel room where the scene unfolded of the wiry shirtless skater dudes, standing in a row with their arms crossed, looking down fondly as their tall muscled jock cum slaves, naked and on their knees, sucked their teen cocks for all they were worth. Clearly, all of them, even the "straight" jocks and skaters, were getting enjoyment out of this. The full season had obviously worked changes on them all. The tournament began the next day. Even though they were in way over their heads, the team won their first round game before losing in the second round by 4 points to the eventual tournament winner. Incredible what the power of the mind can do, thought the Grand Master from his box seat at the first round game. Next year, I've got to set up something between the football team and the high school chess club...

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GARETH 13 -- STARTING OVER GARETH 13 -- STARTING OVER John Courtney jc23a@hotmail.com After breakfast we went into the city on the bus. I was highly conscious of wearing his boxers. It was like being branded as his or something. In my twenty-six years I think I have changed my underwear everyday until then. But somehow I felt that this was erotic, not a degradation, it marked me as his! But I decided that I would ask him why he made me wear them. He smiled and looked me in the eye. "Did you notice what I was wearing?" I had to be honest I was so stunned at what he had expected me to do that I hadn't bothered to look at what he was wearing. He looked around coyly. The bus stop was almost deserted so he took the chance to expose the waistband of the boxers he was wearing. They were mine! "So what are we getting in town?" I asked. "Stuff!" he replied. "Yeah but what stuff?" "Stuff for us!" Obviously he wasn't going to be drawn on this so I changed subject and asked him about whether spanking and soccer kit was to be a part of our life. He blushed a deep crimson. "Would you like it to be like that?" he asked quietly. "As long as you don't use the belt or the paddle and the spanking is only for fun I would love it!" I declared boldly. "Do you think the hidings were a mistake?" he asked clumsily. The weeks apart had given both of us a chance to think about the relationship. Whilst I had clearly spent the time looking for the stability he provided he was also asking questions. But the questions were different! Our relationship had started calmly but had wandered off the rails as soon as the belt came into it. I had accepted the belt as the price I had to pay to have sex with this man. "I think the way we did it was a mistake!" I said softly. I had deliberately said 'we' because I wanted him to know that I was as much at fault as he was. Before Gareth nobody had ever struck me, whipped me or slapped me as foreplay. Sure there were chaps that had gleaned all their ideas of sex from Western movies and they would slap your hip when riding you and shout nonsense like you were a horse. Sometimes I found that quite hot but I honestly cannot say that I found a burning arse to be hot in a positive sense. "And when did you start thinking like that?" he asked. "The day I was stupid enough to hand you an instrument that could wound me!" "Do you mean the paddle you made?" I nodded. "Why did you let me do this to you?" he asked with some pain written across his face. I wasn't too sure if we should talk like this in a public place but I decided I would answer him anyway. "I did it because I thought it was what you expected in a relationship and I didn't want to lose you!" "You mean you're saying that you let me flay you simply because you thought I would go if I couldn't?" I nodded. "Shit!" Gareth sighed, "Look man I'm sorry!" "I told you it was us!" I replied flatly. "No Mark! It was me!" "But I enjoyed the OTK stuff with your hand!" "So you want us to continue?" Gareth was quite surprised. "No!" I said definitely, "I do not have any desire to return to getting ALPs from you!" "Ever?" "NEVER!" I don't think I had ever been assertive with him before this but I was glad to be doing it now. I had developed a lot as a person since I met Gareth. I thought it was because of the way he directed me in fear and punishment but now I knew what was really driving me. I was in love! Yes! I was in love with Gareth Smith and I would do anything for him. I smiled at him, "but I would enjoy the occasional slap on the bum during sex!" He laughed quietly, "So you would like a bit of kink in our relationship still?" I nodded enthusiastically. "And the soccer kit?" "Love the stuff!" Gareth beamed a huge smile at me. "You're not just saying that to keep me happy are you?" "Listen mate, I would rather three stripes on me shorts than across me fucking arse!" The bus appeared and we got on laughing. The driver must have thought we were both mad. "So that's the stuff then is it?" I laughed as we sat at the back of the bus. He looked at me as if I had ten heads. "We're getting stuff for soccer sex and spanking aren't we?" He shook his head. "It wasn't what I had planned but we could get some stuff if you like!" "What had you planned?" "A surprise!" he replied and closed his lips tightly to indicate that he would say no more. Our first stop was and unscheduled one to a sport shop where we spent a fortune on replica kits. Newcastle United has its kits made by Adidas and their away strips are particularly sexy. I chose the silvery blue away strip over the black and white stripes of home. Gareth chose the white Spurs home colours. "Blue for a little boy!" he said as I made my choice. "Shouldn't you be buying a Leeds kit?" I asked. "This one's almost the same colour!" That was true; Leeds' home strip was white as well. We bought a few pairs of shiny Adidas, Umbro and Nike workout shorts as well. My credit card almost melted when it came to paying for the stuff. But it was Gareth who paid dearly for the surprise that he wanted to get for us. When we left the sports shop we walked along together. I wanted to hold his hand as we walked but that would be too risqu� in Newcastle-upon-Tyne! We arrived at a jeweller's and he stopped. "I have to collect something in here first!" he said. I was going to wait for him outside but he asked me to come in so I followed him into the shop. "Hello Mister Smith!" the tall young man in the shop sang his greeting, "have you come to..." and he stopped mid sentence. By now Gareth was standing before him at the counter with me just behind his left shoulder. "Sorry about that Mister Smith!" the tall jeweller muttered, "I thought that you were arriving today with your fianc�e for a fitting!" "I am!" Gareth proclaimed loudly, "this is him!" and he pointed at me with his thumb over his shoulder. The jeweller was stunned, shocked, sickened and stared at us in horror. I think I might have been making the same expression into the back of his neck. There was something different about Gareth this time. Hitherto he had always been discreet and cautious and suddenly he was proclaiming our relationship to a total stranger who would know our names and get our address for the receipt! But at the same time I was proud of what he said. He had acknowledged me as something more than a sexual partner. I was his fianc� (note only one e!) and we were buying rings together. "Can we use one of the fitting rooms?" Gareth asked the embarrassed jeweller. "Well, eh! Well you know, I eh..." The young man could hardly answer. He stood there, a comical studious looking type with heavy glasses, a neck marked by bad shaving practices and a complexion that any pineapple would have been proud of. "Is there a problem?" Gareth asked. "Eh! No sir! It's just that well; we normally sort of use the fitting rooms for engagements and weddings only!" the lad stuttered nervously. "But we are an engaged couple!" he protested. "But you see sir the selection of engagement and wedding rings is different from the signet rings ..." The jeweller's voice trailed off as Gareth leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. I don't know what he said but the lad's eyes popped wide open and he nodded nervously. I was taken aback hoping that Gareth hadn't threatened him. But the lad opened the counter and beckoned me inside through the flap door. "Could you come this way please sir?" he asked as he directed me through a small door into a comfortable room with a green baize covered table and a set of three comfortable chairs. There were catalogues, mirrors and flowers on the table. I took a seat and the jeweller excused himself. "Mr Smith and I will be with you in a minute sir!" he said as he backed out of the room, "we simply must select the rings he was interested in you choosing from and we will b back again immediately!" As I sat there on my own I thought it a bit strange that the rings were being selected without my being present. I wondered was Gareth up to something but as they were less than a minute I dropped my growing reservation as I admired the rings that Gareth had chosen. Gareth kept directing me towards an awful looking onyx stone ring. I didn't like it as I think that the black stone rings look naff. I wanted a simple gold signet with no stone. It was strange as both of us politely insisted on what we wanted with veiled language that expressed our preference but didn't offend the other. The presence of the jeweller made it easier for me. The independent witness is such a help! "What one would you recommend?" Gareth asked Simon (the jeweller's name) Simon was young enough and innocent enough not to realise that Gareth expected him to choose the onyx crap. He looked at me and smiled. "Well sirs! I suppose the ordinary gold is more popular than the onyx and I would personally regard them as a nicer ring!" Gareth glared at him. "I could go plain gold and you could have onyx!" I suggested. "I want us to have the same!" he muttered churlishly. "It's too hard to engrave initials on the onyx ring," I said. Gareth stopped and the row ended there. He liked the black but hadn't considered the engraving possibility. "Let's get the plain ones!" he suggested as Simon showed us tray after tray of gold signets. We settled for two very simple gold bands with square facades. We agreed that we wouldn't get them engraved just yet and Simon put them together in a heart shaped ring box. I laughed at this. It was a bit tacky but Gareth just smiled and handed me the box. He went outside the room with his wallet to pay Simon. They were gone for a few minutes and I sat there admiring the rings. This was something that I had never seen myself doing as a gay man. I know that my lover had a heterosexual (sort of) past but I was amazed at how nice I found it to be treated like this! I was lost in my thoughts when he poked his head round the door and called me out. Simon stood there looking flushed by his experience with us and he politely shook hands with both of us as we left the shop. "He was one uptight kid!" I remarked as we walked towards the High Street. Gareth made no reply. This confused me. Then I suspected that something might have happened when I was waiting in the fitting room. "What did you say to him that time?" I asked. "What time?" "The time you whispered to him!" "Oh!" Gareth laughed, "I told him I'd let him grope me if he let us use the fitting room!" "YOU SLUT!" I roared even though I was clearly not annoyed, "I am so insulted! How could you do something like that?" "I had a good teacher!" he said and he patted my arse. "How did you know he was bent?" "I didn't know but I saw the way he was staring at me balls so I guessed!" "You think he fancied you?" "Of course he fucking fancied me!" "You're so fucking vain mate!" "I've plenty to be vain about!" "Really?" We were outside the newsagent where we had met first and Gareth stopped and pulled me back. "You fancy me to don't you?" "Uhm!" I grunted affirmatively. "Go on Mark say it! Please!!" I looked at him with his crooked smile, sparkling eyes, dark looks, decent body -- he was beautiful and he knew it but he was mine. "Gareth! I fancy the fucking arse of you and have done so since the first day we met here!" "Well!" Gareth replied fumbling in his pocket, "I didn't love you when I first spoke with you and didn't even love you when we were together but here..." he reached into his pocket and took out the rings; he took my hand in his and put it on my engagement finger. I was aghast! We were in the middle of the main street and although there weren't throngs of people there this was a bit public. He then placed the other one on his finger and looked at me, I was choking back tears! I couldn't believe it; underneath it all over all the years of bed hopping I was a sentimental cock-hound! "... but what I see now is what I know I love and only learnt that when we split last month!" I almost cried as we sat for coffee a few minutes later. I admired my ring and was choking with emotion as I realised that it was a potent symbol of us starting out together. He had been cruel in the past but he was a romantic at heart and the rings made us like any normal couple. The day was the fifteenth of October and the year was 1996. That was the day that we exchanged rings and would be forever our anniversary! When we got home Gareth led me to straight the bedroom. He smiled as he lowered his trousers and my boxers (which he was wearing) and drew his shirt and jersey off over his head in a single stroke. Next he lay face down on the bed with his arse in the air. I looked at him in total confusion. "Come on then!" he goaded me, "why not seize the opportunity when it arises?" It wasn't only an opportunity that was arising! I quickly shucked my trousers and crawled between his legs with a major horn pointing at my lover's arse. This would be my first time on top and his first time to be on the receiving end of what was no longer sex but making love! It was great! There are many things that one can imagine to be beautiful in life. But the feel of your lover's arse wrapped around your dick as you gently slide in and out of his warm moist hole cannot be surpassed. The sexual act between two men can be such a powerful sense of acceptance and togetherness. We were both performing outside what would be our usual roles but there was a togetherness and understanding beginning to evolve between us, a togetherness that would see us through hard times ahead -- our roles matured and settled but never became boring. It's amazing what a small amount of fetish and kink can do to spice up a sex-life!

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GARETH 04 -- AN ACCELERATED LEARNING PROGRAMME BEGINS GARETH 04 -- AN ACCELERATED LEARNING PROGRAMME BEGINS John Courtney jc23a@hotmail.com "Don't you have something to do in the bathroom first Mark?" and he smiled and squeezed his dick through his jeans. I remembered immediately that I hadn't douched today. It was so long since I had sex that I was getting a bit ahead of myself. I smiled back "Dead right! I'll be ready in two minutes!" I reached into my bag and took out my enema kit. Gareth looked at me quizzically. As I walked towards the bathroom I heard him move behind me. I looked back at him. "You might find this a bit gross!" I cautioned him. He looked at me with puzzlement all over his face. "I'm going to rinse out my arse so it's clean inside," I explained, "it smells a bit so maybe you don't want to watch!" Gareth scowled. I realised I had crossed the line again! Gareth was the one who takes the initiative, it wasn't for me to tell him what he might or might not do. "Sorry!" I whispered, "I was only trying to be helpful!" "Wash your hole and get back here fast we have something to sort out on your return!" I was a little apprehensive about what might be coming next. As I filled my colon with warm water and began to flush myself out I realised that an accelerated learning programme might be on the agenda this evening. Now lots of blokes have given my butt a slap during sex, some of them even hurt me, but I was never spanked by a lover before. Being spanked by Gareth was a bit scary. He seemed gentle, but then that gentleness might vanish when he had me over his knee. I wondered would I still be infatuated with him if he hurt me? I decided that I probably would! He had big hands they could really sting! But then getting spanked by a sex-god like Gareth might be a bit of fun! Shit! My stomach was in turmoil as my second rinse splashed into the bowl. It was pouring out of me like piss, "Shit!" I thought, "my arse is tight as a duck's!" I began to feel a bit more queasy then I usually would be when I'm cleaning my back passage because I didn't know what I had left myself exposed to. After the third rinse I took a towel and dried my arse. Then I washed it in the hand-basin. The bottle of Lynx was on the shelf, so I splashed some on me -- Gareth liked the smell -- I pulled on my boxers and returned to the bedroom holding my stomach in and trying to look as sexually inviting as I could. Gareth was standing in his boxers with his jeans in his hands. I smiled coyly at him when I saw the way that his erection was tenting the paisley fabric. He looked at me and grinned -- "ready?" he asked as he slowly began to unhook the belt from his jeans! I looked at him with mixed feelings of horror and desire. "You're not really going to start our first night together with an advanced learning programme? Are you? ... Sir!" I thought it better to add this word to placate him. "Yes Mark I am, get on all fours on the bed and stick your butt in the air." "What do you mean, get your butt in the air?" "Get your butt in the air. I'm going to give you a whipping to teach you what happens if you are not obedient." I stared at him in disbelief. "I hope that after I spank you with this belt, you'll respect me a little better and we'll both get along much better. Now assume the position son so we can get this over with." I was going to argue with him but I realized this was for the best. I did have it coming and it would probably be better to get it out of the way first. Still, I couldn't believe I was going to get spanked with a belt -- I thought he would have used his hand. The hand was daunting enough when I was in the bathroom the belt was downright scary! Gareth got on his knees next to me and I saw the belt in his strong right hand out of the corner of my eye. I closed my eyes tightly, gritted my teeth and braced myself for the first spanking of my life. Gareth raised the belt and then lowered it gently onto my butt, which was still covered by the paisley boxer shorts. He laid the doubled-over belt against my boxers. The hard leather felt cold there but I knew it wouldn't be cold soon! So there we were, two men on a bed in identical paisley boxer shorts, I, on all fours with my face crumpled and dread in my stomach, he, kneeling beside me and holding a belt that he would soon apply with vigour to my trembling backside. My knees were shaking and I grimaced as I felt the belt rise up of my arse. Any moment now and ... WHACK! "OOUEF" I grunted loudly as my body lurched forward and I knocked my head off the headboard. My arms gave way and my face landed in the pillow. Then the heat and pain started. The initial impact was forceful but it didn't hurt, it was only a second or two later that I felt as if I had just sat on a hot water pipe. A second later Gareth's left hand cupped my cheek and he squeezed it. The pain was awful but exquisite. "How was that Mark?" "That was very sore!" I muttered into the pillow. "I think you should call me dad or daddy when I'm disciplining you!" "Yeah! ... it's very sore there dad!" "You know son, this is going to be quite hard on you." Gareth began to lecture me as he gently massaged my arse, "you've been acting like a twelve-year-old for the last two days. I know you're excited about what we are going to do tonight but I need you to have better control of yourself! First you bought condoms without my telling you to do it. Then you checked me out in a public toilet, that was very perverted and naughty!" "Naughty?" I thought to myself, he's talking to me like I was a twelve-year-old. "Next you disobeyed me and kept slagging me off in the pub and then, the final insult, even though you knew you were in trouble you started to give me orders when we got home! That's a lot of mistakes for a boy to make in such a short period of time!" "I'm sorry dad, I was out of hand and I won't do it again!" I hoped the gentle Gareth would return and stop my torment. My arse was aching from the belt, but my hole was aching for his cock ... cooperation was the name of the game! "I'm glad you're sorry Mark, but I feel I have to carry this through until I know you will obey me and show more respect. Raise your butt again when you're ready for your punishment!" Fuck! ... I could still feel the sting of the first smack, cooperation hadn't saved my arse, Gareth was going to carry this through ... there was no point in objecting ... I slowly raised my arse again and bit the pillow ... surely he wouldn't go to hard on me! WHACK! I was wrong. The second blow was as forceful as the first. Just as the heat crossed my butt I felt the third one land ... WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Ow, Ow" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Ow, Ow" WHACK! WHACK! He started giving me stroke after stroke, with just enough time between each strike to allow my arse to register the feel of his belt. Each stroke of the belt landed right across the centre of my butt. I was starting to shuffle uncomfortably, this was beginning to hurt even more than I had expected. "Stay still! That was for the condoms!" He pushed his left hand between my shoulder blades to hold me in place. Ten for the condoms -- did that mean forty overall? He didn't say anything when he started again. There was just the painful crack of his belt on my boxers, and they offered absolutely no protection from his onslaught. WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Ow, Ow" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Shit!" WHACK! WHACK! "Please stop!" WHACK! After these stokes, I couldn't believe how much it was starting to hurt. My arse felt like it was on fire. I started whimpering a bit. "Please stop dad, I'm really sorry." I begged. WHACK! Another stroke was the only response I received from him! "And that was for your behaviour in the toilet! He said as he sat back on his ankles and stopped for a minute. I reached back and started to rub my rump. "Get your hands out of the way, we're not finished." WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Ow, Ow" WHACK! WHACK! "Fuck!" WHACK! WHACK! By this time, I was pleading for him to stop. "Please, dad, I won't disobey you ever again. WHACK! "I'm sorry, please stop." But he just didn't stop. After about ten more really hard swats he threw the belt across the room. "Okay, lie on the bed." I lay down, sniffling, and tried to lie on my back but my butt was too sore so I rolled over onto my stomach He looked at me and asked, "Did you learn anything?" "Yes" I said, still sniffling a bit, "I learned I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I'm really sorry" He smiled. "Maybe we should do this more often, think about it." "Think about what?" "About getting spanked regularly!" I looked up at him in horror; he was smiling and stroking his dick through the fabric of his boxers. "Well?" he asked. My arse was sore, I knew he was turned on by what he had just done, and his dick was straining at the opening of his boxers. I wanted him so much to fuck me there and then, but he just stood there, tapping his foot impatiently and waiting for my reply. I nodded and he smiled. "I'll make up the rules in the morning," he said as he sat on the bed behind me. I felt his hands move towards the waistband of the boxers I was still wearing. Slowly he began to pull them over my hips. The elasticised band scratched my fiery butt and I began to suck air in through my teeth. Gareth, sensing my discomfort, prolonged the removal. By the time the band had reached my thighs I was banging my head off the pillow in agony. Gareth whistled. I looked behind me and saw the results of forty lashes for the first time ever. My butt was an angry red colour with some dark lines across it. These were clearly the places that had taken most of the impact. I almost cried! "Looks sore!" he muttered and reached for his toilet-bag. I felt a cold jelly drop onto my cheeks. If it was an egg it would be fried in a few seconds. In my mind I could hear a hiss as Aloe Vera (as I later discovered it was) landed in large dollops on my burning flesh. Gareth slowly rubbed the ointment into my skin. "Your daddy doesn't want to have to do this to his boy again soon!" That was a relief. "For the rest of our stay you're going to get six with my hand every night across my knee as a reminder to be good just before bedtime ... is that okay son?" I lifted my head from the pillow ... "Yes dad! If that's what you think is best!" "Good boy! Now do you love your daddy as much as he loves you?" "Yes ... I do!" "Good! Then give me a kiss!" I knelt up and we met in a deep kiss. Gareth shuffled his position to where he was sitting with his back to the headboard and his legs spread either side of me. We separated and he smiled. "I love you Mark!" "I love you too daddy!" "Gareth!" he corrected me, "you only call me daddy when you're in trouble!" "I love you Gareth!" "How about a blowjob?" Jackpot! I didn't need to be asked that twice. I immediately lowered my face to a level where my mouth was just above the tent in his boxers. I kissed the fabric. "That's it lover, you get working on my sausage and I'll massage your bum so it's ready for round two. The longer it takes to get me off the better for you so make it a slow one!" I released his dick from the confining cotton. It tasted sweet, so sweet! I took the knob into my mouth and began to kiss it and slide my lips over the top two inches. It was worth the wait, it was worth the spanking -- my Gareth (I felt he was mine at last) was back to his quiet gentle self again. It was as if I was chewing the dick of a totally different man, was the man who was gently massaging my burning arse the same man that had made it burn? I have known my fair share of men in my time but Gareth was an enigma and as my mouth slid along his steel-hard shaft I realised that he enthralled me! Yes! Even if he wanted to whale my arse I wanted to be with him. I have never had an addictive personality but this man was Mr. Right, he was the first man that I have ever wanted to live with forever, he was the first man who made me feel special, he was the first man to show a genuine interest in every part of my life, he was the first man to spank me ... he was, full stop, my first man. "That's fucking great man!" he muttered as I began to slide up and down his shaft. "Your years of practice are showing! Yeah Mark! That's the boy! Oh Mark! Yeah!" The sound of his voice in arousal was like a pheromone to me. His gentle voice in build-up to orgasm was deep, sexual and gentle. I decided it was time to give him a real treat! There are lots of nerves on the head of a cock, I began to use my tongue to seek out and stimulate every single one of them, I wanted to make this delicious stud happy -- his increased moaning guided my success! For the next fifteen minutes the most insatiable bottom in Newcastle dedicated all his energy and reserve to the sexiest man on earth who was massaging his recently whipped arse and moaning in pure ecstasy. I felt his balls moving against my chin, he was so close to cumming. I drew back and released his cock from my mouth ... he squeaked in protest but returned to his groaning as I began to kiss his scrotum. His scrotum wasn't his best feature! Two average sized balls hung loosely in a floppy bag between his legs. Normally I would have preferred something tighter, but these were Gareth's balls and consequently they were the nicest balls on earth! I sensed his orgasm receding so I returned to attend to his magnificent dick. "Don't pull back on me this time baby!" he groaned, "I so need to cum!" Obediently, note that word, I returned to work and sucked his dick until I felt the pulse in his balls shuddering in his shaft. I slid up to a point where only the knob was behind my tightened lips, the shudder increased to a pulse, the pulse to a jerk and BINGO! A thick glob of his love cream shot forcibly against my tonsils. He fell back and stopped massaging my arse. I swallowed just as the second volley hit the roof of my mouth, then a third, weaker, one followed by four more, each one slightly weaker than the last. Sadly his dick began to wilt immediately. I had reduced the proud monster on my first go. That filled me with pride in my ability to satisfy the man. I looked up at him, his head was on his shoulder and his body limp after his orgasm. I opened my mouth to show him his deposit. He smiled and I swallowed. Before he could say anything I bent forward and took his wet, bloated dick back into my mouth. Every good bottom knows he must keep his top's dick clean at all times! Gareth began to rub the back of my head as I cleaned his weapon. I pulled back his foreskin to make sure he was squeaky clean and I felt the beast come back to life between my fingers, within two minutes he was back to his former glory. "Do you know something Mark?" he muttered, "that was my first ever blowjob!" I looked up at him in disbelief, "did Susan never give you one?" "That fucking psycho! She rode me raw a few times but never did anything that she thought would make me happy!" "You didn't really like her did you?" "I did once! But not now!" "Did you like your first blowjob then?" He laughed -- "like it? I'm going to want at least one of those every day from now!" "Just one?" "I said at least one!" he said and reached down to kiss me. New revelation! Gareth was the first man I was with that liked to kiss me tenderly! "So!" he said as we separated, "now on to the arse-fucking!" "It's your initiative!" I said as I began to turn and face the foot of the bed. "That belting did you a world of good!" he remarked as he positioned himself behind me to take me doggy style. "Is this your first time to fuck arse?" "Yep! But you can relax, Jimmy showed me how it's done by taking me around the porno sites on the net." He moved quickly, using his knees to force my legs apart. I heard him tear the foil of a condom so I looked back over my shoulder. "Do you think you need that?" I asked. Now for years I have practiced safe sex, I only ever went bareback with James and he with me. We had a friend a doctor who was also gay, he tested us regularly for HIV and we both got the all clear three weeks ago. "It's safer!" "Safer than what?" I asked, "I've just swallowed your load!" "Jimmy said I should use one!" he defended himself. "Gareth, you've never been with anybody other than Susan, how could you possibly have HIV?" "How do you know I haven't been with anybody else?" "Because you told me so and I believe you, I trust you!" "And you really believe I haven't been with anybody in the last two years?" I looked back over my shoulder, there was an innocence about this man that made him trustworthy, if any other man told me he was chaste for two years I would run from the room, but no, this was very different. In my heart and soul I knew he was telling the truth. I nodded in encouragement. He dropped the ripped pack on the bed beside me; "are you sure?" he asked. I nodded again and returned to my position. I felt his knob at my hole for only a second before he rammed in, shoving his dick all the way inside me in one savage thrust. I clamped my teeth shut to hold in the scream behind them. I wasn't sure if it was the pain of his entry or the friction against my sore bum that hurt more. He remained completely buried in my sore arse for a second, and then he dragged his dick back out of me again. Much to my relief, he dropped a bit of the Aloe on his shaft before ramming his dick back inside me. "Take it boy. Take it hard! I'm going to fuck your bad-boy arse like you've never even imagined anybody could fuck!" He was in frenzy, his dick pounding my reddened arse without mercy. The Aloe had helped somewhat, but the brute force of his fucking was moving my entire body back and forth on his bed. He started calling me his boy and his slave and telling me how tight and how hot my cunt was around his big dick. My body was responding now to the fucking even as hard and rough as it was. His pubic hair was scratching my beaten butt. But, in all my pain and discomfort I was in sexual bliss. My dick was bouncing on my own abdominal muscles as he fucked me. I could feel my balls drawing up as my own orgasm began to approach. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting from hearing his words. Being called his boy and his cunt by the lover who had just whipped me had my entire mind and body as hot as my arse was. Twenty-five minutes of his big dick burying itself again and again into me was pushing me over the edge. The sound of his breathing and grunting were all I could hear. The smell of his sweat, cum and body were all I could smell. The hardness of his muscles and his dick, and the smooth softness of his skin were all I could feel. He drove his dick deeply into me again and held it there. With a roar like a wild animal, he began to cum, filling my arse with the reward for my patience, the love of my man and the cement of our relationship! We rolled over together and landed on our sides on the bed, his softening bloated dick still inside my ravaged arse. He kissed my neck and I sighed. "You're wearing Lynx!" he remarked, "that smell makes me so hot!" I could feel his dick pulsing as it struggled to regain its stiffness. I clenched my arse in reply and nearly passed out with the pain. His dick had stretched my hole a bit wider than before and my cheeks were burning from the earlier spanking. "Want to go again?" he asked. As his cock slid in and out of me with a gentle pumping action I closed my eyes. It was worth waiting for! I had found a top, a real top that wouldn't take it up the arse himself but would take care of my sexual needs, a real top who cared for me and I cared for him! AUTHOR'S NOTE: I ran out of steam after chapter twelve of this story. If readers are really enjoying it as much as your emails suggest I will gladly write in the three missing chapters. A bit of reader based encouragment is a big help!

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GARETH 16 -- A LIFE TOGETHER John Courtney jc23a@hotmail.com I never guessed how much fun sex in soccer shorts could be but Gareth taught me quite a bit when we got home from work! It wasn't too long after diner when I found myself on all fours on the bed wearing the full strip we had bought with Gareth standing beside me wearing the smooth white Leeds one he had bought. "Here!" he said turning around and presenting his arse to me, "rub me arse for me!" I straightened myself and reached forward to touch the smooth fabric. A shiver of electricity shuddered down my back! His bum felt great beneath the white fabric. Greedily I grabbed his cheeks with both hands and began to massage him. He thrust his hips backwards to meet my groping and began to sigh and moan. "Yeah Mark! That's the boy!" You know it was only when I saw the flesh of his cock appearing through the wet material as I blew him that I realised what was so exciting about all this. It wasn't the feel of the nylon or the silky texture -- soccer kit is so male and virile! In many of the daily papers there are countless pictures of premiership and other professional players and they are all hot, hot, hot! Whereas rugby players ooze a strength and masculinity soccer players are much more refined. Like stallions these blokes are powerful and agile. Their exquisite costumes are reminiscent of the sleek coats of well-groomed stallions, they are men that take pride in the beauty of their masculinity and their athletic charm is what makes them sexy! To dress in the replica kits inspired me (and Gareth) to rejoice in what is good about being two males together. Our days together turned into weeks, months and even years. We became quite acclimatised to having the other around the place and sensitive to each other's needs. We were partners in the true sense of the word in that we did everything together and in equal share, we restrained our conflicts to a civil level and allowed each other enough space to be an individual within the partnership. Except in matters sexual that is. Slowly it became obvious that I liked to relinquish control during sex. It wasn't that I was effeminate or weak or anything like that. As a man with much responsibility and authority at work it was nice to do the opposite in my private life. Gareth on the other hand took orders at work and so his love life expressed his desire to assert himself. Sex between us never lost its appeal. There was a beautiful meeting of minds that made a meeting of bodies exciting all the time and every time we were together. In fact I have to admit that when we were apart and I wanked I thought of him at least ninety percent of the time! But our life took a dangerous turn in July 1999 that could have signalled the end of almost three years together. It began when James informed us that Susan was pregnant again! Whilst Susan's being pregnant was not really our concern the matter became complex when the man she was in a relationship came to light. Susan had met a chap from Tunisia and was speaking of marrying him and moving to Tunisia with him and the boys. Gareth had to move quickly! He contacted my solicitor and organised an injunction against her leaving the country with the boys. Thankfully the solicitor knew his onions and organised a quia timet injunction, as we had no proof of what her actual intentions were. I doubted that she would have left the country before the birth but we secured the injunction just in case. The solicitor explained to Gareth that it was unlikely that he would get custody and even more so if the judge knew that he was in a relationship with another man. Gareth came home from his visit to the solicitor in a dreadful state. We had grown so close together that it was difficult to imagine what life would be like without the other. But Gareth knew that he had to make a decision between his sons and me. It was a devastating prospect for both of us but I calmly accepted that there was no competition. If Gavin and Dean were to stay in England with their father there could be no Mark in the picture. I went quietly upstairs to our room, opened the wardrobe and felt the smooth blue nylon of the new Newcastle kit he had just bought me for my birthday. I was weeping as I admired the fabric. It brought to mind all the happy hours of fun we had together wallowing in each other's masculinity. This kit was particularly sexy, royal blue with a gold trim. "Why don't you put it on?" I turned to see him standing in the doorway smiling sadly at me. "I often thought that this would come to an end sometime!" I said softly, "but somehow I thought we would break up because of a row or something and I never expected our parting to be like this!" "I don't want to break up with you!" he said. "Gavin and Dean come first!" I replied choking back tears and trying to sound stoic. "Put it on love!" Five minutes later we were writhing on the bed together. It didn't feel right but as it was likely to be our last night together I wanted it to be special. And it was! Gareth rode me sideways, frontways, backways and any other way you could imagine. All the time he was inside me I was fighting back the knowledge that this would be the last time just wanting to enjoy the intimacy I was sharing with the man I love. As we lay beside each other we held hands. I felt sick with anger at the fact that society couldn't accept that we were just like any other couple. We weren't two perverts walking around screwing in every corner of the house. In fact we nearly always were fully dressed except when in the bedroom. On a Saturday or Sunday morning we would have walked about and watched TV in our boxers or shorts but apart from that there was nothing public about us. We were just like any other couple! Why couldn't the world simply accept that? Next morning Gareth prepared to move out. He began to ring different landlords looking for accommodation. He knew the accommodation would have to have at least two bedrooms and on his salary the rent of a house on his own would have proved prohibitive. I was like a dog at work! Everything that we had worked on was over and I was losing. It wasn't too bad losing him to his sons. At least it was better than losing him to another man. Thinking about waiting until the boys were old enough wasn't much help. Gavin was only six and it would be twelve years before we could get back together! I had an idea and called the solicitor. We drew up a tenancy lease for Gareth in my house. I was the householder and Gareth was lodging with me much as any other lodger in the UK. I called James and he promised not to blow the cover and Gareth was delighted that he could rent two rooms in my place. As nobody knew that we were an item he would be able to tell the judge that he had accommodation for his two sons should his wife decide to leave the country. That evening he moved his stuff into the second bedroom and made it as if he stayed there. In reality we stayed in the bigger room. Susan gave birth to another little boy in late September. Mohammed decided it was time to go and the matter was hurried through the courts. Susan didn't put up much of a fight in court. I think Mohammed wanted the boys to stay because they weren't his and were very white so he couldn't pretend that they were his anyway. Gareth was amazed that she was so under his spell. On the grounds that they were UK nationals, attending schools and capable of being cared for adequately by their father the judge allowed the boys to move in with Gareth. He asked that social services would assess the accommodation and childcare facilities that Gareth could provide. Gareth volunteered that the boys would go to their grandmother's place after school and that he would collect them when he had finished work. Susan's mother (who didn't approve of her daughter being with a Tunisian anyway) readily agreed and so the matter was approved pending an inspection of my home. The social worker arrived the next day and decided that the place was fine. She had some reservation about the use of shared facilities but the en suite in my room meant that the boys and their father would not be sharing bathing facilities with a stranger. The following week she made her report to the court and Gareth was awarded full custody of his sons. Susan was told that she could have them for two weeks every summer and see them at weekends whenever she wanted but that she couldn't take them out of the UK. So Dean and Gavin have been living with us for the last two years. Our relationship is very discreet because we don't want them to know that we are fairies. He explained his situation to the magistrate but the social workers said that they could supervise us adequately; thankfully we haven't had them in over a year because they know the lads are safe with us. Gareth and I sleep in separate rooms when the boys are home. We don't mind because we don't want to influence them to be like us. The boys call me Uncle Mark and we get on famously. They both play football and go training two nights a week and James takes them over to see their Granny every Saturday evening so Gareth and I get time together. We have always been cautious when they're around! Last week something happened. We were having dinner when Gavin (who is eight) asked his father was he gay! Gareth nearly choked! "What are you talking about?" he asked awkwardly. "Well most of the kids in my class don't have a daddy so I told the teacher that I had two and she said that you and Uncle Mark are probably gay!" Gareth was livid. I thought he would explode. Certainly if he had the teacher in his grasp he's have used more than a paddle on her, he'd have throttled her! I looked at Dean (he has just turned twelve) and he was looking down into his dinner embarrassed. "Tell him the truth dad!" he muttered to Gareth. Gareth froze when Dean spoke. "What are you saying?" he asked his elder son. Dean looked at his father nervously; he had never seen Gareth angry like this before. Gareth was very gentle with his sons and the boys were a tribute to his (our) care. In fact all the neighbours remarked on what well-reared boys they were. Now I knew that Gareth would never hit either of them but I think at that moment Dean thought he might! I decided it was time to intervene. "Dean!" I said, "Tell your father what you want, he won't be angry!" I got up from the table and ushered Gavin out of the room. "Where are we going?" he asked. "To watch television your father and Dean have something to discuss!" I don't know what happened or what was said in the kitchen. But when I went back ten minutes later Dean was hugging his father. "He's known for over a year!" Gareth told me as we lay in the same bed for the first time ever with the boys in the house. "He called us fudge-packers!" I laughed -- "better than fairies!" Gareth smiled again -- I could see he was relieved that the boys weren't upset. "They're too young to understand!" I said. "No Mark! They understand all right! Both of them know. We've failed Mark they shouldn't have found out!" "Any idea how they found out?" I asked. "Just before last Christmas they came home early because football was cancelled and we were ..." "Shit!" "Maybe we should call the social workers tomorrow!" he said. "Do you think they'll take them from us?" "Dean says he feels safe in the house and he wants to live with us, but Gavin is still very young to be exposed to our lifestyle!" I agreed. We decided we'd call the social worker in the morning anyway. But the atmosphere in the kitchen next morning made keeping to that plan easier. I don't think I have ever seen the two boys as relaxed as they were that day. "I'm glad you and Uncle Mark aren't hiding any more!" Dean said smiling. "Yeah!" Gavin added, "I can't wait to tell my teacher that my dad is gay!" "Don't you dare!" Gareth warned landing a slight smack to the boy's bottom as he scampered past him. Gavin ran laughing from the room -- "Of course I won't tell her!" he called back, "it's none of her fucking business!" Gareth froze; neither of us had ever heard bad language from either of them before. He looked at me and we both burst into laughter. "Too young to understand?" I asked. Gareth just grunted and then left our boys off to school! The social worker was quite unperturbed when I spoke to her that afternoon. She said she couldn't see a problem with a natural father keeping his sons just because they knew he was gay. But she did suggest that we get a lock for our bedroom door! As for Gareth and me, well, we're just about as happy as any queer couple could hope to be. I often think back to the way we got together and the way our relationship started, tumbled, resurged and matured. Sometimes I feel a bit embarrassed about the first year when he used spanking to mould and form me into the loyal partner I am to him today. For all our wanderings into error we have made something special and stable between us. If ever two people are happy together and in tune with each other it is us now! We provide a stable and safe family environment for our sons and are as discreet as any other couple in a very happy home. We still have our rows of course. But we have learned how to fight, discuss and make up without letting the boys notice that something is up. What we have together is too precious to lose and we even talk about what we will do when we retire and become grandfathers together! We still wear our half hearts around our necks all the time. We don't even take them off when we go to workout together at the gym. They are as much a part of us as the matching rings we exchanged when we were a thousand days together. That was a very emotional time for both of us and we knew that day that we would be together and faithful forever. The hearts are a reminder of the mistakes we made and anytime we fight we ritually join them in bed that evening as a sign of the forgiveness we have learned to offer each other. If we can forgive the horrors of what we did to each other in the past we can certainly find a way out of rows about who's turn it is to do the shopping! In fact we regularly joke about the first year together when ALP was the method of teaching me to conform to normal standards of behaviour in a relationship, nowadays Gareth simply refuses to have sex with me until I do what I'm supposed to do. Compared to spanking it's a better but much more frustrating method of control although I still get the occasional slap as a part of foreplay! The boys are doing fine under our care. They are quite accomplished footballers and their father takes them out to the park to play quite a lot. I help them with their homework and they are quite close to me now. Dean isn't the most tactile but Gavin regularly huddles up beside me to watch TV. Whatever else they know they know that they are safe in this house. Maybe their past wasn't the best. Apparently Mohammed and other boyfriends that Susan brought to the house hit them over the years. Dean gets quite upset by that sometimes. But there's no violence in our home and the fact that Gareth and I are back in one room has meant that the two boys have a room each now. Dean moved into his father's room and Gavin threw a liberation party the night he left! Uncle 'Jimmy' still comes over once or twice a week to collect the lads and they suspect he might be queer as well but it's not something we discuss. More recently he has shown signs of settling with Richard from Leeds who is now almost twenty-four. I hadn't seen Richard for a long time until he came with Andy and stayed with us for a weekend two months ago. I think James got reacquainted with him that weekend and things took their natural course from there! I was delighted to see him again. I never thanked him for showing me the difference between abuse and direction that awful night when he flayed me. It was that experience that taught me that Gareth was trying to mould me into the person I am today whereas Richard was just a wild young sadist. Gareth and I assume that their relationship is versatile even though both of them claim to be avowed tops! After all, Gareth and I have an exclusively top/bottom relationship but every so often even we pretend to be versatile! THE END Author's message -- thanks to all who wanted to hear more about these two. There's plenty more that I could write but nifty is for erotic writing and I have exhausted the erotic interest that I can write about for these two. You may have noticed that the later chapters had far less descriptions of sex so if I ever get back to working on this couple it will be in a sexless novel. I'm sorry this chapter is late. I had a lot on over the last few days and couldn't get around to writing. My next series should begin soon but be warned, this one doesn't have a happy ending! Thanks for all your encouragement in writing this story. 92 pages of word document at pitch 10, it was almost a novel! There is a cover above that I would love to have if Gareth and mark were a book! John, Gareth and Mark.

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GARETH 09 -- FAR AWAY FIELDS ARE GREENER GARETH 09 -- FAR AWAY FIELDS ARE GREENER. John Courtney jc23a@hotmail.com As James walked towards me I realised that I had been set-up by him. It had never crossed my mind for one small moment that James and Jimmy just happened to be the same name. The fact that nobody had ever called James anything other than James helped to disguise his identity. I was not at all impressed and my scowl made that obvious to both of them. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I screamed. That took both of them by surprise. Their faces dropped. "YOU HEARD ME -- NOW FUCK OFF! I NEVER WANT TO SEE EITHER OF YOU AGAIN!" I ran up the stairs in floods of tears. Neither of them had a chance to speak. I threw myself on the bed and began to cry. For years I had always trusted James. He was my best mate. I didn't expect him to set me up for an event like what had happened. I felt like a real fool! I spent the rest of the evening there on the bed. When night came I was too angry to sleep. I practiced conversations I wanted to have with James and Gareth if I ever saw either of them again. I hoped I wouldn't, and they I hoped I would - but only to give them a piece of my mind! They had deliberately tricked me into thinking that I had found Mr. Right and then set me up for the two of them to flog me. As far as I was concerned they were a pair of sick sadistic bastards and I never wanted a part of them again. Everything I had learned from Gareth went out the window at that point. Commentators often remark on how fickle and shy of commitment homosexual men are. From that point I began to believe those awful writers who had made me angry in the past. I had trusted and confided in James that I was looking for something more than a one-night-stand with him and he had told me that he wasn't ready for that yet. Then the fucking little bastard had got some mate of his to lead me up the garden path, trick me into falling in love with him, allow him to degrade me and then set me up for this evening's debacle. James, or Jimmy as he is to his real friends, was a liar and a cheat -- he was certainly no friend of mine. I had no problem admitting that it was wrong for me to have been unfaithful to Gareth. After all my history was littered with stories of one-night-stands and it was only Gareth that had ever made me really want to commit to a monogamous relationship but what Gareth and James had done to me was sick! At the same time part of me was angrier with James than I was with Gareth. James had clearly planned the whole episode by putting Gareth with me; it wasn't Gareth's fault at all! Gareth had allowed James to whip me but he didn't initiate a three-way. I was sure that James would have asked for one and Gareth didn't concede to his wishes. I knew James of old; there was no way that he would have played matchmaker for the two of us without getting something in return! I stopped myself at that very moment. What a fool you are Mark! Gareth had willingly got involved with the whole game, he was no fool and he had taken advantage of my devotion to him in a worse why than my infidelity had been an affront to him! My world was falling apart. All those awful stories about betrayal among gay men were true and there was no way that I would ever find somebody special to share my life with. I had thought that Gareth would be it. I had felt guilty about my session with James but I didn't feel guilty now. When I first met Gareth I thought I had met the man of my dreams. That day in the newsagent when I was drooling over him I thought about being with him much as I had always admired a handsome man in the past. When I discovered he was both gay and interested in having a pint with me I thought things would be good. When he refused to have sex with me before we moved in together I thought I had found perfection. I was so willing to make a go of this relationship that I had surrendered my dignity. I had even allowed the man to control my life, whack my arse and be in charge of me. I didn't really do it for the sex. I did it because I thought I loved him! My mind howled at me as I thought about it, 'Fuck you Mark! You're a total fucking idiot and I hate you!' The alarm woke me at half past seven. My eyes stung from all the crying, I didn't remember falling asleep but I knew I hadn't been asleep for very long. The room was cold and my feet were freezing. I sat on the edge of my bed shaking. I don't know if it was the cold or my anger. I didn't want to go to work; maybe I could call in sick! 'No!' I thought to myself, 'don't let these bastards ruin your life, get up and go to work!' Work was a nightmare! I couldn't really concentrate on what I was doing and wanted to go home. But I stuck at it. The phone rang just after eleven. It was Jimmy or James or whatever his name is. As soon as I heard his voice I hung up. When I got home there was another message from James on the answering machine. I deleted it without listening to it. My mind was made up there would be no further contact between us. I stayed in and drank a bottle of wine, the phone rang twice but I didn't bother to answer it. I had turned the answering machine off (something I never did before) and let the calls die out. At ten there was a knock on the door. I ignored it! Ignoring James made me feel good. He was a prick and I didn't want to have anything more to do with him, ever! I felt a bit smug as I prepared for bed. My shaved body was already showing emerging signs of hairy growth. In a week or two my body hair should be back and there would be no physical reminder of my awful degradation at Gareth's hands. I picked up the lemon pyjamas and chucked them in the wastebasket. I pulled on a pair of navy silk boxers and pulled back the duvet to get into the bed. I stopped! "Fuck it!" I said, "If I'm going to get rid of this stuff I'll get rid of it properly!" I gathered the pyjamas and taking a scissors from my bedside drawer I cut them into shreds. I gathered them up and stuffed them into a plastic bag. I went into the bathroom and picked up the can of Lynx. I stuck the sharp end of the scissors into the metal. That was silly! The smell of the contents filed the room. I opened the window to clear the room. The cold North Sea air blew through the room and made it like a fridge. I stuck the messy can in the bag with the shreds and marched towards the front door. My bin was outside. I opened the door and there was a bouquet of flowers and a letter on the porch. I laughed a caustic laugh, picked up the two items, tore the letter in four and stuck it in the bag. Then I placed the bag and the flowers in the bin. If James came by tomorrow the message would be clear. When I got back to my room I stripped the bed and bundled the sheets into the washing machine. The smell of Gareth's Paco Rabanne was still on them! YEUCH! I got clean sheets and made up a fresh bed for myself. Then I crawled in and smugly cuddled up to get some sleep. Gareth's book was on his bedside locker so I took it and read a bit more. It was incredibly erotic. It made me forget my anger and I had a good wank before I fell asleep. The next day at work was far better than the previous one. I had often heard that people in love take years to get over it; even still, I suppose they don't get over it they just learn to keep going. I felt that I was over Gareth so I mustn't have been in love. But when I got home he was standing waiting at my door still dressed in his work clothes. I didn't see him until I reached the gate because the privet covers the view of the house from the road. He was holding the broken flowers in his hand. I couldn't just walk away and pretend I didn't see him. I had to speak to him. That wasn't really a problem though; I could simply ask him to go away. "Hi Mark!" he said sheepishly. "Why are you here?" I snapped, "I told you to leave me alone and I meant it!" "I called you twice last night to apologise but you didn't answer," he said, "then I came by to drop you a card and a gift to let you know that I felt awful about what I did to you!" "Did you now? Well did it ever occur to you Mr. High-and-Mighty that I have feelings as well?" "May I come in and we could talk?" he suggested. "I'd rather not! Now please leave!" "Will you at least take the flowers?" he asked softly. I was angry but I'm not a monster. It's wrong to exploit the upper hand so I accepted the flowers and thanked him for them. "See you around!" he aid as he walked down the path toward the road. "Yeah!" I replied. (But not if I see you first!") I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it. My heart was beating but I congratulated myself on how well I had handled the situation. I breathed out and walked to the kitchen where I dumped his flowers back into the bin. "Not a fairy?" I laughed, "Only fairies would give each other flowers!" The rest of the week went quite well. I decided that my failure in relationship was because I had chosen the wrong role. Maybe I should be on top? I decided that it was time for a change of direction. I would go to the clubs and learn to be a top and then find a bloke, make love to him, build a relationship and care for him the way that I wanted Gareth to care for me. Yes! From now on I would take the lead role! I have a lot to offer and some lucky bloke was going to get it. When Friday night came I dressed to go clubbing. I didn't care if James was there and I knew I wouldn't bump into Gareth either. I wasn't going to become a hermit. I picked up a cute nineteen-year-old closet case that was visiting from Leeds. I brought him home thinking to myself that this was the man I was going to top. If it worked we might even have a future together! Anthony (his name) was a cute blonde with a 28-inch waist and an innocent little face. He assured me on the way home that he was experienced. I didn't believe him but didn't say that to him. Once we were inside the door he grabbed me and kissed me forcibly. He was a strong little blighter! He grabbed my balls and gave them a playful squeeze. "Eager little chap aren't you?" I said amused by his forceful kissing. I pushed him away a bit and moved towards the sofa. He grabbed my arse and said; "eager to get into this I am!" Maybe bringing Anthony home was a mistake! Of the hundred or so young men that were in the club I would pick the one that was a top! "I had intended to be the one that gave you a load up the back door!" I said. "Fuck off mate!" he sneered, "I can see you're the type of bloke that likes to take it up the arse!" "Sorry Anthony! But this boy prefers to be the giver!" I replied "We'll see!" he said, "come on mate, let's get our kit off!" He lunged at me and began to remove my clothes. "Hey mate!" he laughed as he pulled my sweatshirt over my head, "you shave your pits you kinky bastard!" As he removed his own I noticed the light dusting of fair hair in his own pits. "it doesn't look like you need to!" I said. He reached over and opened my jeans. Once he had them loosened he slid them down over my hips in a single tug bringing my boxers with them as they dropped. He gasped when he saw my shaved crotch. "What the fuck... did you do this or did your last boyfriend do it to you?" I blushed! The kid had blown my cover. He walked behind me and looked at my arse. I knew there would still be marks there and hoped he wouldn't guess what had caused them. SPLAT! "Ouch!" He guessed! He landed a hard slap on my quivering arse. "Are you into kinky stuff then mate?" he asked. I could feel his grin burning through me. I nodded in reply. Anthony placed his chin on my right shoulder and started to knead my left buttock with his hand. "I've never spanked anybody before!" he whispered, "but I'd like to! Would you like me to spank you Mark?" Needles to say I consented and was soon up in my bedroom with this nineteen-year-old about to face my first spanking in five days. Anthony sat on the bed and ordered me to get a belt for him I took a belt from my wardrobe and laid it beside him on the bed. "Okay, get over my knees." I lay over his lap and he adjusted me so my butt was just over his slender right thigh. He was only wearing boxer shorts so I was actually lying across his bare skin. "I'm really sorry I have to do this," he said and then he picked up the belt and started spanking me really hard with it. WHACK! Ooh! WHACK! Ooh! WHACK! Ow! WHACK! Ow! Ow! WHACK! WHACK! IT hurts! WHACK! Oh WHACK! Oh WHACK! Please WHACK! Please WHACK! At this point, I was starting to move around on his lap a bit so he told me to hold still and take my medicine I had coming. I gritted my teeth and tried to take it better. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! But it was too hard so I started begging him to let up. Of course, it didn't seem to do any good; he just kept spanking away with that belt. After twenty-five swats, I was promising all kinds of things, kicking my legs around, but Anthony had me in a firm grip and kept whaling away. "Okay, get up!" I was really happy to get up. I started to go back to bed, but he stopped me, "Go stand in the corner, face to the wall and wait a few minutes until I decide if you have had enough." I did what he said; standing in the corner, butt really aching. I rubbed it and he didn't say anything. Looking into his eyes I saw him measuring me, taking an inventory of his new toy. He smiled and beckoned me to come over and lie of the bed. I did so and he sat beside me. His hands travelled down my body to my crotch. I looked at his face again and saw how much he was enjoying himself. My dick remained hard. I couldn't very well tell him that I wasn't enjoying what he was doing, but decided I had nothing to lose. "Hey Anthony. Enough of that." I said, trying to add some authority to my voice. He just laughed. I looked at him with resignation, admitting immediate defeat. Apparently, that was what he had been waiting to see. He grinned at me again. "Now it's time for you to take it up the arse!" He grabbed his dick and thrust his slim hips forward, milking some precum onto the head. "Get ready boy!" he ordered. Nervously I spread my legs on the bed and waited for him. He lifted my legs from behind my knees and put them on his shoulders. This was a position with which I was familiar. I felt his knob poking at my arse. Now, Anthony wasn't the biggest man I've ever been with, not by a long shot. In fact his dick was quite slender! But, after several days of sexual inactivity his knob felt like an arm. "Yeah you lowlife faggot take my fucking dick!" he hissed as he rammed his hips forward and made me squeak involuntarily. "You're a worthless piece of shit man!" I could feel my erection subside. This chap wasn't doing anything for me at all. Sure he thought he was hung like an elephant but he was much the same as any other man in reality. "Yeah man I'm going to ride your fat faggoty arse!" he howled as he began to jab in and out with rapid-fire strokes. His fucking hurt like hell. Anthony did not have much concept of style and each time he pulled back he dragged my stinging sphincter with it. I decided it was best to play along and get rid of him the next day. "Yeah big boy!" I groaned, "stick it to me baby!" This was all the encouragement he needed to proceed with his rough fucking. He panted and laughed at me as he pounded my hole with wild abandon. I groaned in agony and some bliss but I wasn't happy in my mind even though I encouraged him with my grunts. It took ten awful minutes of wild sex and meaningless groaning before the fucker managed to come. I sighed in joyful bliss when I felt his speed up and empty his load in rapid thrusts into the condom. My bliss arose from the fact that the ordeal was over. After a few minutes, he got off me, stood up and told me to turn around. He was standing by the bed and he told me to come over and climb back over his lap. I did it. Then he said he wasn't sure I'd learned my lesson. I lay there waiting for the first stroke of his belt. It didn't come. "You know, I can't get much force into the swats when you're over my knee. What other positions could you spank a bloke in?" I thought about saying I didn't know but decided against it. "Well, if you need some force behind it maybe I should bend over with my hands on the bed and my bum raised. That was one of Gareth's ways of doing it." He told me to get up. He pointed at the bed with the doubled up belt. "Assume the position." He said with mock severity. WHACK! WHACK! Since I was not over his knee and he was able to take full swings, it hurt a lot more than anything Gareth had ever done to me. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Young Anthony was laying into my arse with such vigour that I was too shocked to even cry out. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! My arse was on fire! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! What awful spirit had Gareth awakened within me? WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Why did I enjoy what this young man was doing to me? WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I knew why destiny had delivered me into this young dominator's hands. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! It was a punishment for being too stubborn! I should never have let Gareth go! WHACK! The last blow sent me sprawling and my head hit the headboard. "Okay bottom-boy!" Anthony said, "Time to suck on your master's cock!" Anthony had quite a cute cock. It was long and thin with a curve to the left. It wasn't as beautiful as Gareth's or even James' but I began to suck on it; maybe because I was a cock-hound, maybe because I was afraid of another belting? One thing was obvious to me then. I was a natural bottom and no resolve could change that! "Oh yeah suck that meat!" he moaned as I sucked on his member. I imagined it was Gareth's and found myself getting hard again. "Yes!" I thought to myself, "I'll imagine it's Gareth that is here with me; I think I'd prefer to be chewing on his cock than on the pompous little shit I'd picked up." It took a long time to bring him to orgasm. I felt somewhat relieved when I felt his dick spurt, I would never take anybody home on the first night again. This was an awful experience and I was sorry I had ever met Anthony at all. After he had filled my mouth with his spunk he made me suck on his balls and lick his arse until he was hard again. After that he fucked me and then fell asleep. As I lay beside him I made up my mind to find Gareth and apologise for my behaviour. I had really enjoyed the time I spent with him and now that I had somebody else with me I realised that I wanted him back. Sure he had done something nasty but then, we all make mistakes and even I couldn't absolve myself from all blame. After all it was me who cheated on him! I cuddled up beside the nasty young man I had picked up, he could stay the night, but tomorrow he could have to go and I would look for Gareth. But I couldn't sleep! My arse was in agony. It stung and pounded with feelings like a herd of giant hedgehogs rolling all over it. Gareth had only ever warmed my arse when he spanked me and the sting in his discipline was like heat. Anthony caused pain and I didn't like this at all! I tried to sleep again but there was only one thought running through my head -- Gareth! I longed for his commanding but gentle presence in my life. I wanted him to be there to guide and direct me, to teach me how to be a better person, to mould me into a partner fit for him but most of all to be loved by me as much as I now knew that I loved him!

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Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2024 18:55:18 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 3 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, including teens and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Characters: Frank - Master and Father of Twin boys. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, 10 inches and 5 inches around, uncut solid muscles and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door Alex - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, 9 inches and 4 inches around, uncut, solid muscles and zero body fat. Jason - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, 9 inches and 4 inches around, uncut, Solid muscles and zero body fat. David - Submissive, married to Adam and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features sand out. Adam - Submissive, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. Billy - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body Jimmy - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, 6 inches, orange hair and green eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. Mikey - Son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. The face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org POV - Slave Adam When I'm spanked, it's like each hit of the paddle shoots a spark of excitement right to my dick. It's like nothing I have ever experienced. Does this mean I like pain? I sit back down on the stool feeling the stinging in my ass. I look back at the twins seeing smirks on their faces. Then I look down seeing my dick is pointing straight up. David looks at me with shock on his face. I am just as shocked as he is. I was happy to take the punishment for David interrupting Sir Frank. Yet in retrospect, I don't think it was much of a punishment. Now my dick won't go down. This only adds to my humiliation, keeping me so goddam horny! Sir Frank gets my attention again with his commanding voice. I look up at him once again, seeing the seriousness on his face. He asks if I could get my sons to agree to his proposal. I know my sons well. They have been playing with each other for a few years now. They tell me everything, even their sex lives. I believe in being open with my sons on everything. They have confined with me that they are submissives. All three want to find a dominant that will take them in so they can always be together. The worst thing for them is to be broken up. They love each other very much. They fear that a dominant will only want the twins and not Mikey. They know that a lot of guys have fantasies about fucking twin boys like them. They don't want to lose Mikey. I think that the Coach wants the twins and their principal wants Mikey. I know, if the Coach or their principal tries to dominate them, they will just submit. They follow David and me in this way. So, I tell Sir Frank that I think I can convince them to agree to his proposal. At least, this way we all can be slaves together. This seems to please Sir Frank which gets my dick even harder. Shit! Anytime I can please these dominant men gets me so excited! Frank places a stack of papers on his desk and tells us to take them when we leave tomorrow. I smile knowing we will be staying the night with this hot dominant family. He gives us another surprise. I will be sleeping with his twin boys and David will be sleeping with him. I look over at the twins and they are still smirking at me. I feel their eyes boring into my soul. Sir Frank gets up and leaves the den with David following along. I follow the twins in the opposite direction. As soon as we enter the twin's Master bedroom they are on me. Both get on either side of me and start kissing my neck, ears, and mouth. I'm sandwiched between them kissing each boy in turn. They are excellent kissers. They rub up and down my naked body with their young strong muscular bodies. My nipples are pinched and my balls are grabbed than pulled. This all makes me moan wanting them more. They push me onto the bed with my ass in the air with my face pressed into the bedspread. Each boy takes turns spanking me again! I scream and moan as each hit to my ass shoots directly to my hard dick. Then they grab my balls and start smacking them hard with their hands. I look back to see one is holding my balls tightly in his hand as the other slaps them. They both have big huge smiles on their faces. I have never had my balls hit and squeezed so tightly. I hollow out in pain, causing my poor dick to leak all over the bed. Sir Alex asks, "Does our slave boy like his balls slapped?" I moan, "Yes Sir!" Sir Jason orders, "That is `Yes Master'. You're our slave remember, boy?" Horny out of my mind, I moan, "Yes Master!" Master Alex laughs, "We have our slave literally by its balls." This gets Master Jason to hit my balls harder! "OH! FUCK MASTERS", I scream out. Master Alex yells, "Yell all you want, boy. Let your slut of a husband know you are our slave." He then grabs and squeezes my balls even harder, lifting me up by my balls until I'm on my tippy toes. OH SHIT! I'm being pulled up by my fucking balls! Master Alex says, "I wonder if I can lift his feet off the ground up by his fucking balls?" Master Alex yanks me by my balls, pulling my feet off the ground. I scream out in pain and my dick starts shooting all over myself and the bed! Master Jason laughs, "Did you see that Alex? The bitch just shot a load from pulling on his goddam balls. This is amazing!" Master Alex lowers me to the ground but he doesn't let go. Yet, since I shot my load, my dick shrinks. I hear Master Jason grab something. I look back to see he's holding a riding crop. Master Jason suggests, "Pull him up again." I look back at them with fear mixed with lust. What is Master Jason going to do with that crop? Master Alex pulls my balls up again so my feet are off the ground. I watch in horror as Jason slams the riding crop on my balls. I scream again, "AH.... FUCK.... MASTERS.... PLEASE..." Yet, my dick shoots another load onto the bed despite being soft! Master Alex lowers me back to the ground and laughs, "Dad is right. Slaves are like toys. We can do whatever to them and they don't complain. In fact, the bitches love it!", pointing to the cum covering the bed covers. He grabs the crop from Master Jason and with his other hand, he grabs my poor balls again, hitting them continuously. I scream out in a roar of raw pain and pleasure all mixed up in one! Again my dick shoots another load. I have never been this horny since I was their age. That is three loads in less than 10 minutes! I wonder how many loads they are going to force out of me tonight? Finally, Master Alex stops torturing my defenseless balls. Fuck these teens are sadistic. How am I going to handle a night with them let alone a lifetime? I get my answer when Master Alex lets go of my sore balls, as Master Jason climbs on the bed and drags me by my wrists onto the bed. Master Alex grabs my hips so now my knees are on the edge of the bed and my ass is in the air. Master Jason grips my hair and bends my head back so I am looking right at this hard cock. "Open, bitch!" Not wanting more torment, I open wide. Master Jason pushes his cock into my mouth and down my throat in one swift motion. My throat is still sore some from the glory hole fucking earlier. Yet, it has also been opened up so I have no problems taking his cock. Master Jason slowly starts fucking my throat then pulls out to let me breathe every 30 seconds or so. It is a good thing David and I like to swim which taught me how to take short breaths. Meanwhile, I feel my ass plug being removed and Master Alex's cock replaces it. Now I am grateful that they put in the butt plug earlier! Fuck! I'm split-roasted between both young Masters. They quickly get in sync with each other. I start to moan as Master Alex rubs my prostrate. NOW! I understand how I am going to be their plaything for the rest of my life. I love how they fuck me together. Above me, I hear some kissing going on. Shit! these boys are like my twins. Well, not exactly but they seem to enjoy each other. I think my twins might like serving these boys. I'm not sure about their sadistic nature but they do know how to fuck! Later they hogtie me and leave me at the foot of the bed, making me lick their feet. I love worshiping David's feet so I am in pig heaven. I watch them make out with each other on the bed. It's difficult to keep a foot in my mouth as they kept swapping places, rolling around in the bed kissing and feeling up their hot young bodies. So when I'm serving one foot the other three feet would be kicking me in the balls, hard cock, abs, and chest. They seem to be more interested in each other than caring about me. So, I'm kicked randomly, sometimes even in the face. Yet, I didn't mind since I love serving their feet so much! I have to wiggle on my side to get to where their feet would end up next. Before we go to sleep Master Alex unties me and pulls me between him and his brother. All three of us spoon each other. When Master Alex gets behind me, he presses against my backside, aiming his still-hard cock at my hole and then pushing as deep as he can! I have to sleep with a horny teen cock up my hole all night long. Several times throughout the night he fucks me and shoots a creamy load of warm cum in my hole. I am not sure if he is awake or having a wet dream. Just before he falls asleep, he whispers in my ear. "Slave, it was fun torturing my slave's balls. I'm impressed at how much torture it took. It didn't complain at all and took whatever I wanted. I think we will need to do it again sometime soon. I had a great time and want to try more fun things with my toy." I whisper back, "Thank you, Master" It's not lost on me that he uses "IT' and not my name, boy, or slave. Is that what he thinks of me? I am just an "IT", a plaything? "Does it's sons like pain as much as their father?" I wasn't expecting that question. "Ah... I don't really know, Master. As far as I know, they don't have much experience with S&M other than with each other." "Interesting, well I will have to find out once they accept being my slaves. Tell me, slave, do they play sexually with each other? "Yes Master, As I told Master Frank, I taught the twins how to give each other enemas. Also, I found dildos and butt plugs in their room along with other sex toys." "What other sex toys did you find?" I know I shouldn't be telling anyone about the son's sex toys but this teen boy is going to own them soon so he will need as much info as he can get. "Ah... Master, I found rope, cock rings, nipple clamps, ball stretchers, puppy hoods, paddles, bondage restraints, and two dog collars." Alex laughs silently not wanting to wake Master Jason. "So the twins are kinky little fucks. That is good to know. As my slave can tell, I like kinky play, especially bondage, tormenting boys, and hot rough sex!" "Master, please don't hurt my boys?" Alex laughs silently again. "Don't worry I will never harm my property permanently. I want them to be reusable. However, they will need to take what I give them. After all, they will be slaves to do with as I please. Do I make myself clear, slave?" "Yes Master, thank you for not `harming' them permanently!" "Of course, slave. My father has taught me the art of bondage and pain play with the rented slave we have had here for the last month." "Where is the slave now, Master?" "It's in the basement in a slave cage. Once we own your family we will not need it anymore and it will be returned to its owner." "Will we, I mean my family be put in the slave cage, too?" Alex laughs again, "Oh! Yes, of course, slave and much more!" My dick starts to get hard again and I moan softly. "Does my slave like the idea of being confined in a cage?" I couldn't help but be honest with this young man even though he's half my age. I am already seeing him as my Master even though I haven't signed the `Slavery Contract' yet. "Yes, Master!" "Good, because Dad has plans for your house." "What do you mean, Master?" "Well, I shouldn't be telling you this, but Dad plans on making your house the slave quarters. Don't tell the other slaves. Dad wants it to be a surprise." This time Alex's laugh sounds a little sadistic. "The bedrooms will be made into cells. The doors will be replaced with steel doors and RFID will be used to open them. The slave collars will be used to control whether our slaves can leave or enter any room in the house. RFID tags are embedded in the collars. Dad has already purchased 5 collars from Father Micheal. Isn't that great?" That gives me a shiver down my spine but my dick is now leaking and I moan more. Alex grabs my dick rubbing the pre-cum all over it, using it as lube. He slowly jerks my dick just enough to keep the precum flowing yet not allowing me to shoot my load. "It likes the idea of being held in a slave cell in its own home." "Oh Fuck! Yes, Master!" "I will be able to control its family's every move. Control when my slaves can eat, piss, shit, and even shower. Every part of its life from now on will be controlled by my family." I moan more and now a stream of pre-cum is leaking from my dick. I am a sick boy. How can I allow my family to be enslaved by these men? Yet, my dick tells me it is what they need. My whole family is submissive and they need to be owned. "Everything will be removed from your rooms and replaced with a cot and desk. In the garage will be a closet where, if need be, clothes for my slaves to wear outside the house. Otherwise, my slaves will be naked at all times. Even coming over here to serve its Masters it will be naked. The fence between our property will be removed and a new privacy fence will be put around both houses. Just think slave it will be naked 24/7 except when its Master allows it to wear clothes. It's that awesome?" The image that Master Alex described makes my dick explode all over Master Jason's ass. I am surprised that it didn't wake him. Master Alex laughs sadistically, "Yes! My slave likes the idea of being naked and collar 24/7 in the house that my Dad will soon own. Now lick up its mess!" Master pulls his cock out of my hole so he can push my head down to Master Jason's ass. As I lick my own cum off my other Master's ass, he rubs his hard cock up and down my crack. When I'm done, he pushes his cock back into my hole where it belongs. The brief time it was out, made me feel empty. I missed it and sigh, loving how full my hole gets with a huge cock in it. "Ah... my slave missed its Master's cock, did it? "Yes, Master!' "Good, as it should be. Slaves should be addicted to their Master's cock. However, never ask me to fuck it. I will fuck it when and how I choose. Do I make myself clear, slave?" Shit, I wanted to ask Master if he would fuck me again before going to sleep. "Yes, Master!" "Now, let's get some sleep. It has a big day tomorrow." Master Alex nestles his chin on my shoulder and I soon hear him breathing softly in my ear. I wake in the morning with Master Alex fucking my hole again. He woke me up two other times throughout the night fucking me in his dreams. Shit! I forgot how often teen boys have wet dreams! Teens are always fucking horny! It's like their balls never empty. Now, he positions me so my ass is in the air and my mouth is aimed at Master Jason's morning woody. He's not yet awake. Dam! He's a sound sleeper. Master Alex leans over and whispers in my ear, continuing to fuck me slowly. "Go on slave suck your Master's cock. I know you want to." I look back at him, seeing a smile, and he nods. I am more than happy to comply. I open my mouth and suck. I hear Master Jason stir. Before he is even awake, he starts humping my mouth and throat. He moans and grabs my head, holding me as he pumps my throat. "Fuck brother, it's nice having a warm mouth on my morning wood. I could get used to this!" Master Alex laughs, "Fuck yell. Having a hole in the morning to fuck is the best! But you need to try having a warm hole on your cock all night! It's fucking amazing!" Then Master Alex starts fucking me hard and fast, moaning with each aggressive deep fuck. Simultaneously, I hear moaning from Master Jason as well. Unknown to me, they stare at each other with intensity, lust, and love. About 20 minutes later they both unload into me at the same time. Then like last night they lean over me and kiss with the passion of two lovers. I believe these boys are in love. My only hope they see the love that my twins have for each other and allow them to stay lovers too. They pull their softening cocks out of my holes and I collapse on the bed. They push me off the bed onto the floor. I fall on my hands and knees. I slowly kneel beside their bed watching their bodies tangle with each other, kissing with lots of tongues. I am a bit jealous but know that it is up to them to bring me in on their love-making sessions. I kneel watching two hot strong teens make out. This only makes my dick rise, twitch, and leak some. About 10 mins later they break for a second and Master Jason says: "Go make breakfast. We want scrambled eggs, ham, toast, and OJ. My Dad will have two eggs over easy, ham, an English muffin, and a coffee with cream, no sugar. Hurry now! Don't keep your Masters waiting." I repeat the order in my head while running out of the room. Still naked, I enter the kitchen and start making my Masters' breakfast. I first start the coffee. Then put an English muffin in the toaster. I think that I should work on Master Frank's breakfast first. I fry the ham in one pan and start the eggs in another. When I am almost done with Master Frank's eggs, David walks into the kitchen naked of course. It looks like he had a rough night. Yet, he has a big smile on his face. He kisses me when the English muffin pops up. I grab the muffin and butter it. Then add two slices of bread to the toaster. I say, "Good morning, could you get Master Frank his coffee? He likes it with cream only while I plate his breakfast?" "Good morning, OK, glad to help. By the way, how was your night?" as he grabs hold of my now half-hard dick and then gets a coffee cup from the cupboard. He pours one for Master Frank and grabs cream from the frig. As he is placing the coffee on the tray for Master Frank, he grabs my ass. My dick responds by twitching some. He hasn't been this frisky in a long time. I smile at my husband as I plate the food. "David, those twins are insatiable. They tortured my balls and then fucked me at both ends. Then Master Alex fucked me two more times during the night Then they fucked me again in the morning before ordering me to make breakfast for them and Master Frank!" He looks at me with a smile and eyes full of lust and a little jealousy. I ask him how his night was with Master Frank, as I place the last of Master Frank's food on the tray. Hesitantly, he says, "Well, Master Frank had me clean him in the shower which was hot as hell!" His smile gets even bigger! "Then he fucked me all over the room and ended up fucking me with my face against the front-facing window. It was the hottest fuck I have ever had." I nod my understanding. The same was true with the twins. Then he gets all nervous and says, "But, Ahh... Our boys were walking down the street and they happen to see Master Frank fucking me through the window from the street." David's face goes red while he grabs the tray of food. Just as he was leaving to serve Master Frank, "They stayed and watched. They jacked off watching me getting fucked!" His face gets even redder and he quickly leaves with the tray, heading for Master Frank's bedroom. My mouth is left open. Holly fuck! Our sons watched their father get fucked by their future Master. Now! I know they will accept the agreement. I imagine Master Frank watching them with those Dominant eyes as they jerked off. Now Master Frank has his hooks in them. As I continue to make breakfast for the twin Masters, I worry about how my three sons will be able to handle being slaves to this dominant family. Master Alex and Master Jason will for sure dominate them at school. It is going to be rough for them at first. I finish my Masters' breakfast and take the tray of food to their bedroom. The trays are made for the bed with small legs on either side. I stand beside the bed and say, "Masters, your breakfast is ready." They break kissing but play with each other's hot bodies while looking at me. Alex says, "Good, our slave is here with our food." They disengage from each other and sit up side by side. Alex orders, "Serve us our breakfast, slave." "Yes, Master." I bring the food to the bed and place the tray over Master Alex's lap. Next, I run to the kitchen to get the other tray, placing it over Master Jason's lap. They devour their food and OJ as most teenagers do. In some ways, they remind me of my twin boys and in other ways, they don't. With a mouth full of food Jason orders, "Slave when waiting on its Master it needs to keep his hands behind its back or behind its head. Its head should be down but still able to see whatever its Master needs. It will either stand or kneel in silence beside its owner, not disturbing us. In this case, I prefer it to be kneeling giving my brother and me the respect we deserve." "Yes, Master!" I quickly kneel off to the side, head bowed but with one eye on my Masters. When they are done Alex orders, "Remove my tray and bring us more OJ" "Yes, Master!" I quickly get up, grab the tray of dirty dishes, and bring it to the kitchen. I then pour two fresh glasses of OJ and carry them to my Masters. As I turn the corner to my Master's bedroom, I see David going to the kitchen with an empty cup of coffee. I assume he is getting Master Frank a fresh cup of coffee. It is not lost on me that we are being trained as domestic slaves as well as sex slaves. I place the cups of OJ on each nightstand and return to my kneeling position with my head slightly bowed and hands behind my back. Master Jason orders me next, "Slave, take my tray away then go clean up the kitchen and the house. The house must be a mess from the party last night. Make sure it is spotless." They then get up and put on some shorts and tennis shoes. Dam they look hot shirtless in mid-thigh high athletic shorts. "When we get back from our run, our slave will clean us then it will go home and inform its sons about the agreement. Make sure they agree. It is best for everyone." "Yes, Master!" I quickly get up, grab Master Jason's tray, and start cleaning up the kitchen. After cleaning the kitchen, I see Master Frank in what looks like bicycle spandex and shorts, He is shirtless and in tennis shoes. David is following behind him. "Slaves get this house cleaned up. When I get back slave david will come to clean me. My sons are out on their morning run. When they get back slave Adam will clean them as well. After cleaning its Masters, finish cleaning the house and yard. Then grab the paperwork from my den and head home. Slaves can wear the same speedos from last night to go home. Also, make sure to talk with it's sons today. I expect all contracts signed or the deal is off and we will never speak to each other again. Slaves have three days to get all the documents signed. Do I make myself clear, slaves?" "Yes Master", David and I say at the same time. "Good now get to work!" Then Master Frank leaves through the garage. We work on cleaning the house, pool area, and yard. There are cups, discarded clothes, and uneaten plates of food. I find the speedos from last night and put them by the front door. We work in silence, knowing that we will need to confront our boys soon. I am not sure how I am going to explain all of this! The whole family is about to commit to being owned slaves to our dominant neighbors. I want to tell David what is planned for our house but I can't. Master Alex ordered me not to. I would hate to feel the punishment of Master Alex when he is angry! So, I keep silent knowing our slavery is much more than David could ever expect. The twins get back from their run and I am ordered to their bedroom. Master Jason orders: "Strip us, slave!" "Yes, Master!" I quickly kneel at Master Jason's feet, removing his shoes and then his shorts. I look up admiring his sweaty body. I do the same for Master Alex. They walk into the bathroom. I am amazed at the size of this bathroom. It is huge with an open plan. No doors to the shower area. They order me to get the temperature to 102 degrees. When I get the water just right, "When a slave completes a task it will inform its Master!" "Yes Master, the water is ready Master." "Good slave!" They both walk under dual shower heads and I cannot help but lick my lips at how perfect these boys are. It's like looking at two Gods! I see a soap dispenser and start washing Master Jason's feet first. They ignore me and start making out again. I can't help but to pop another woody kneeling at their feet and washing their gorgeous bodies. I lift Master Jason's foot onto to knee and lick his toes and foot before soaping them up. I do the same to his legs, lick them then soap up and wash them. I want to taste his sweat before it is washed away. Master Jason doesn't seem to mind. Like I said I am ignored. They have more important things to do right now. So, I continue worshiping my Master's sweaty body. I just wish I could have licked him before he got under the water. I continue to lick and wash, lick and wash. I am happy to have tasted every part of both my Masters' bodies. They seem to kiss even more passionately while I worship them. They only separate a little to allow me to wash their chest, abs, and cock & balls then go back to kissing and holding each other. I remember what Master Jason told me earlier. When I am done with a task my Master orders me to do, I need to inform them I'm done. Yet, in this case, they will know I'm done. So, when I finish washing them, I kneel just outside the shower area, trying not to disturb them but keep one eye on them with my head bowed some. I am forced to drip dry. Luckily the steam of the shower is keeping it warm in the bathroom. After they have fun making out, Alex orders, "Slave, wash our hair. Use both shampoo and conditioner." I quickly stand and grab some shampoo. I have to stand on my tippy toes to reach the top of their heads. After using the shampoo, I follow up with some conditioner. They have wonderful soft hair. Love rubbing my hands in it. Once I am done with their hair, I kneel just outside the shower area, waiting for directions. They rinse themselves off and step out of the shower area. "Slave, dry us," pointing to the big fluffy towel hanging on a towel rack. I pick up one of the towels and discover it's warm. We only had a warm towel when we went to the day spa. I guess a day at the spa is over for David and me. Yet, if I can worship these men every day, who needs a spa day? After drying them, Jason orders, "Slave, go finish helping the other slave clean up. Use one of those to old towels to dry itself off. Don't want water tracked throughout our house." "Yes. Master!" I quickly grab one of the old rough towels stacked on the back of the toilet. I'm about to leave when Jason orders, "Pick up the towels and our shorts then put them in the hamper. It will be cleaning them soon." They both laugh and I get their meaning. I will be doing their laundry when I become their full-time slave. I grab the towels and then their shorts. I can't help but sniff the shorts before putting them in the hamper. I go outside and don't see David around. I figure he is washing Master Frank after his bike ride. I wonder if Master Frank's sweat smells and tastes as good as his sons'. I continue to pick up plastic cups, and beer bottles, and dump ashtrays with mostly smoked cigars in the trash. There are even cups and plates in the pool. So I have to fish out those too. Then I go back inside and find a vacuum cleaner, I start vacuuming the living room. David appears once I have the living room vacuumed. I tell him that I think we have everything cleaned up. "Did you look behind the shed?" "Oh, no, good thinking." We both go outside and walk behind the shed. I see discarded cups and cigarette butts. I start picking them up and then notice David staring at the glory hole. "Hey, honey are you OK?" "Adam, are we doing the right thing?" I hear the doubt in his voice. I pull him completely behind the shed so that our Masters will not see or hear us. I have no idea that Master Frank has surveillance cameras in the shed and can hear everything we say through the glory holes. I look into David's eyes and rub his face. "David, are you having doubts?" "I am not sure Adam. Are we doing the right thing? I mean this is not some play date, go home and forget about it. We will actually be enslaved, Adam. For life! Our sons will be enslaved. They will not have a normal life!" I see fear in his eyes. "David, did you enjoy yourself last night?" "Yes!" "Would you do it again?" "Yes!" "Did our sons like watching you get fuck by our Master?" "Yes!" "Did they like what they saw? "Yes!" "Do you think they could find another Master that will want them all together?" "Well maybe but most likely not." "Do you think they will have a life if we have to leave this community? Remember, how it was for them in a public school? This community is mostly gay and accepted them with open arms. They will accept them no matter what, even slaves. Plus, you don't have a job to go back to and you have no offers in your field. You would have to start all over. I would have to go to work without any experience. The boys would have to get dead-end jobs as well. So, do you really think they would be better off without taking Master Frank's deal?" He shakes his head no! "Do you think they would take the first dominant that offered to own them? He nods his head and says, "Yes" with fear showing on his face. "And do you think that dominant would be as great as Master Frank and his sons? I see him thinking and then saying, "No". `So, with all that said what do you think is the best for our family?" He lowers his head in defeat. "To take Master Franks's deal." "Good, we are in agreement then. Let's grab the contracts and talk with our sons." I take David's hand and we head for the den. We open the door to the den and see the stack of documents that will forever change our lives. We both stare at the documents for a minute and then I walk over and grab them. I grab David's hand and lead him to the front door. We dress in the speedos. Then we both take a breath and I open the front door. We quickly walk to our house next door. I wonder if any of our neighbors see us leaving our neighbor's house mostly naked. Yet, does it matter after what we just went through and are about to do? Besides they all saw us last night being fucked by the sons and then become cocksucking sluts in the shed. I open our front door. As we step through the door, we see all three of our sons in the living room looking at us. We stop and look at them in shock! My face goes red. Mikey gets up and yells, "DADS! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" To be Continued! Please consider donating to Nifty.org. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2024 18:25:10 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 4 Warning! This is a fictional story of consensual Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, including teens and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Characters: Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door Alex Richardson - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat. Jason Richardson - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat. David Anderson - Submissive, married to Adam and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features sand out. Adam Anderson - Submissive, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins. 5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an angel. Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad. Billy Anderson - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body Jimmy Anderson - Son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair and green eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body. Mikey Anderson - Son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body. The face of an angel. Could have been a model in another life. POV - Slave Mikey After seeing my Dad being fuck by our neighbor and then jacking off watching them freaked me out! I ran home and opened the front door. I close the door and lean against it trying to process what just happened. Was my dad having an affair with our neighbor? I call out for my other Dad Adam but he doesn't respond. However, Billy and Jimmy come running down the stairs. They seem excited to tell me something. Before I can tell them about seeing Dad getting fucked, Billy says: "Mikey you will never guess what we saw! Dad is getting..." I then cut him off saying "Fucked by our neighbor" Billy replies, "Holly shit you saw it too?" "Yes!" Now my face turns red with embarrassment at jacking off and cumming in my shorts. Jimmy then looks down and laughs, seeing the wet spot on the front of my shorts. "Fuck, Mikey you shot a load too?" Billy and Mikey have always been more open with their sex life than I am. Although they have got me to open and tell my deepest and darkest secret. I want to be owned by a Dom. They then confessed that they want to be owned by a Dom too. From that day forward, we made a pack that we would always be together and want to be owned by the same Dom. Jimmy continues, "Did you see the guy who was fucking Dad? He was hot, right?" I whisper, "Yes." Billy laughs, "Fuck yes he was hot! I wouldn't mind him fucking me." Jimmy yells, "Hell yeah I would let him fuck me! What about you, Mikey?" Again I whisper "Yeah." Jimmy says, "Thought you would. Did you see how he stares? Fuck I couldn't look away!" Billy comments, "Me either." I just nod again, embarrassed how the man just made me freeze there and I couldn't help but to jerk off right under the Dam street light. Thinking back, anyone could have seen me. Jimmy then informs me like all of his sex acts, "Billy and I jerked off right there under the streetlight. That man's stare, we.... couldn't look away. We just got so fucking horny and had to jerk off. We have never felt anything like it. Well, maybe Coach but he is like our Coach, we need to respect him and follow his lead. Anyway,... our neighbor is like a wet dream come true, just forcefully fucked Dad for us to see, FUCK!" Then Jimmy pulls out his cock and starts jacking off in front of us. This isn't the first time he did this. This makes Billy horny every time! Billy then kneels in front of Jimmy and starts sucking his cock. It's not like I haven't seen them suck each other off. They do it as often as they can. even when our Dads are around but in their room with the door locked. Jimmy then grabs me by the back of the head and kisses me. Fuck I love kissing my brother. We end up having another one of our three ways right in the living room. I don't care if our Dads see us after what I just saw. Jimmy strips Billy and me then drags us to the couch. He strips too and sits down. I straddle him then start kissing him again. Billy sucks Jimmy and fingers my hole. Then I feel his tongue at my hole which relaxes it. Once I am relaxed enough Billy aims Jimmy's hard cock at my hole. I know what to do. I lower myself onto Jimmy's cock. I moan out in pain but it's good pain. I love it! Jimmy breaks the kiss as Billy climbs on the couch next to Jimmy. They kiss as I ride Jimmy's cock. Jimmy then breaks the kiss with his twin and starts nibbling on my ear. Billy does the same to my other ear. Oh, fuck they know how to really get me going. I then start fucking myself on Jimmy's hard cock. I hear Jimmy start whispering as he always does whenever I ride him. "Yeah, bitch take my cock. You love cock don't you, slut?" I whisper back, "Yes Sir!" "You want our neighbor to fuck your tight little ass like he does Dad?" "Oh God Yes!" "He has twins too, boy. Are you going to let them fuck you too?" "Yes Sir" Like Jimmy always does he plays right into my dark fantasies. "You want to our neighbor fuck you into submission. Keep you their little pet, collared and caged like the puppy bitch you are!" I moan at the idea of being my neighbor's puppy slave bitch! "Fuck Yeah, bitch. They will train you to be their little pet. Keep you on a leash tied up out the back of their house. Even have a dog house for you to sleep in. Would you like that bitch?" "Oh fuck YES SIR", I moan and fuck myself even harder. "They will whistle and you will come running on all fours like the puppy bitch you are." Jimmy has even done that to me in the past. One time he put a collar around my neck and tied me to a chain in the back of our friend's house. Our friend had a dog and Jimmy talked to our friend to make me their second dog for the night. While we had a sleepover, I was tied up outside and had to sleep in a dog house. Their parents were out of town but we never told our Dads. So, Jimmy had me naked on the chain. It was so fucking hot. Jimmy even put puppy paw cuffs on my wrist so I could be like a real puppy. I was sad when the weekend was over. I wanted to stay an owned puppy forever! Jimmy and our friend even fuck me and made me suck them off. I couldn't talk, only bark or whimper. It was the best time I have ever had! Since then all three of us brothers talked about finding a Dom that would make me his puppy and my twin brothers their sex slaves and more. They love to be paddled and tied up. So when Jimmy whispers in my ear about our neighbor making me his puppy I want it to cum so bad! With that thought in my head, I shoot my load all over Jimmy's chest. I then climb off Jimmy. He gives me his knowing look and I kneel between his legs and lick the yummy cum off his chest. "Bitch go lay in the corner while I take care of my brother, the bitch slave next. Bitch slave get over the end of the couch NOW!" I crawl up in a corner with my legs and arms tucked in as a puppy would. I lay and watch my brothers reenact being Master and slave. They both want to be slaves but don't have a Dom to play with. So they act out what they really want together. Billy yells out "Yes Master!" He gets up and bends over the end of the couch. Jimmy runs into their room and grabs the familiar paddle that both have used on me in their little games. He walks up to Billy and rubs his naked ass "Bitch Slave, why are you being punished?" "Master because I watch our Daddy gets fucked by the neighbor and jerked off outside watching Daddy." I see Billy's face go red. I am sure they jacked each other off but that's not the point. They want an excuse to paddle each other's asses. "Bitch slave, you know what to do. Count out each hit. How many do you think my slave bitch needs?" "Master this slave deserves 25 hits, Master!" "Good then count out each hit and thank your Master!" "Yes Master!" I watch as Jimmy really slams the paddle hard on Billy's ass! Billy screams out in pain. Yet, his hard cock is leaking cum all over the couch. "One Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Two Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Three Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Four Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Five Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Six Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Seven Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Eight Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Nine Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Ten Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" I hear Billy moan and shoot another load all over the couch. "Fuck bitch slave, my bitch will need to clean that up when we are done." "Yes Master!" I don't see Billy's cock go down. Wack "Eleven Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Twelve Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Thirteen Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Fourteen Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Fifteen Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master" Billy shoots another load onto the couch! Billy must be really horny tonight. He usually lasts until 25 for his second load. Wack "Sixteen Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Fifteen Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" I see a tear start to form in Billy's eyes. I know from experience it is a tear of pain and joy. You want the punishment to end but at the same time you need it to continue. Wack "Seventeen Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Eighteen Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Nineteen Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Twenty Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Billy is crying now with tears running down his face. His face is red like his ass. Wack "Twenty One Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Twenty Two Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Twenty Three Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Twenty Four Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Wack "Twenty Five Master, thank you Master, please may I have another, Master!" Billy is still crying and then he moans, shooting an even more massive load onto the couch. Jimmy rubs Billy's sore bottom then lines up his cock and pushes into his hole. Jimmy pushes his hand onto Billy's back, pressing on all the hot sticky cum all over Billy's chest. I jack off watching my brothers play. I finally see Jimmy push his cock deep into Billy and then roar out, knowing he just unloaded into my brother. Jimmy falls onto Billy's back with his hard cock still deep into Billy's hole. I hear them whispering and know that Jimmy is comforting Billy, reminding him someday we will be owned by a great Master. Hopefully, that will be true. I cannot lose my brother to a different Master who will someday own me. Jimmy and Billy curl up on the couch and I fall asleep on the floor. I wake up to hearing footsteps on the porch. I then remember what happened last night. The door opens and in steps our Dads just in speedos! I jump up and yell "DADS WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" This wakes up Jimmy and Billy who are still tangled in each other's legs and arms. They jump up as well. We all stare at each other for a minute. Dad Adam says, "Boys let us explain. You see, we were invited to a housewarming party at our new neighbor's house last night." I say, "And how did that lead to Dad," pointing at our father David, "Being fucked by our hot neighbor?" This causes my father David to blush red in the face. Father Adam says, "Well boys we like..... I am not sure how to say this. Well, boys you know when you guys told me that you were submissives." Jimmy, Billy, and I all yell, "DAD!" "I know boys, I'm supposed to keep it a secret but well your Father David knows now. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that your father and I are also submissives." I look at our Dads with shock and mouth open. Jimmy and Billy are just as shocked as I am. "Dad, you mean that you both want to be Owned by a Master too?" "Yes, boys." "Please boys sit down and let me explain." I sit back down on the floor where I am most comfortable and Jimmy and Billy sit on the couch, holding each other's hands. I still have Jimmy's collar around my neck and absently rub it with my hand. I enjoy the feeling. It's not the first time I've worn Jimmy's dog collar. Our fathers sit in their favorite recliners but sit up on the edge instead of relaxing in them. Father Adam continues,, "You see, boys, our neighbor Frank next door." I interrupt, "You mean the man who was fucking Dad? The father of the hot twin boys next door." "Yes, Mikey, the same man and his hot twin sons. You see boys Mas... I mean Frank has a proposal for our family." I ask, "What kind of proposal?" "Well, boys, we are in serious trouble financially. Your Father lost his job due to layoffs and he will not be getting it back. We will be losing the house soon and will have to move." Fear hits me like a brick, I don't want to go back to a hate-filled homophobic high school. I remember the bullying that my brothers and I had back then. We got beat up every day. "We would have to move in with David's father again. Just so you know we wouldn't be able to afford college and you would once again have to go to a normal public high school. Plus, to pay your grandfather for rent, we would all have to get jobs. You know how your grandfather is about paying our fair share!" I look at Jimmy and Billy, seeing fear on their faces! I know what our grandfather did to my brothers. We never told our Dads about the hateful and harmful things our grandfather did to them. He beat them and verbally abused them. He hated gays. I think he took his hatred of Dad being gay out on my brothers. I see the fear building in my brothers' faces. Dad then says in an upbeat tone, "However, our new neighbor Frank has offered us a proposal so we can still live here in this house. Let me be clear, if you don't want to go along with the proposal then we will respect your decision and go live with your grandfather again." That is when Jimmy yells, "NO" We all look at him, "I mean no please let's hear the proposal." Our father Adam then explains the proposal, "You see, boys, Frank and his boys want to `Own' our family" All three of us yell out, "OWN!" I feel relief and happiness wash over me, My dick even starts to get hard while still sitting naked on the floor. Our father continues with a smile, "Yes boys, in exchange for `Owning' us, Frank will pay off the mortgage on the house, put you boys through college, and make David his personal assistant." I smile, yeah, that hot man is going to be fucking his "Personal Assistant" all the time! "Now let me explain what being Owned by Frank and his boys means." I yell out, "You mean the hot twin boys!" Not realizing I said that out loud. "Yes, Mikey the hot twins would own us too. You see boys being Owned by our neighbors means we would be their domestic and sex slaves." I look over at Jimmy and Billy who both have smiles on their faces and so do I. "There is more sons. You boys will be slaves until ten years after you graduate from college. For those ten years, Master Frank will lease you to the Twins as their slaves. You will also work for Frank at his company to pay off your debt to him for all the money he used to bail us out and pay for your college. If you do not pay off the debt in 10 years then your enslavement will be extended for 5 more years and if not paid in full then another 5 years will be added to your enslavement. This cycle will continue until your debts are paid in full with interest. As for us, your fathers, we will be slaves for life. If Master Frank dies before us then his sons would inherit us." All three of us brothers yell out " YES!" with smiles across our faces. "Boys wait, do not jump to a rash decision." He pulls out a stack of papers that I just noticed he was carrying. Dad hands a set of papers to each of us. "Boys those are Slavery Contracts and other documents that give Master Franks the right to make financial and medical decisions on your behalf when you turn 18. Plus, there is one more thing and it is something that pains both your father and me. Yet, we know it would be the best for everyone. Master Frank would adopt you boys as his sons. We would lose all parental rights." I look up at our father with shock at the last statement, "Does that mean you wouldn't be our fathers anymore?" "We will always be your fathers, you know that. Just as far as the government is concerned you would be Master Frank's sons so he can control you more. Like I said, Master Frank really wants to own us completely. Boys a warning, once you sign all the contracts and documents there is no going back. We would be the property of Master Frank, Master Alex, and Master Jason." Hearing our neighbors being referred to as Masters, even the twin boys, is so goddamn hot. My dick is sticking up and leaking now. I look over at Jimmy and Billy, both are sporting woody's too. This is something they have been wanting for years now! I ask another question, "Dads do you want to be Owned by our neighbors?" "Yes boys but only if you boys want it too. The decision is up to you three. If any one of you does not want to agree to Master Frank's proposal then the deal is off. We will never speak about it again and you can never speak with our neighbors ever again." I say, "Dads I think I can speak for Jimmy and Billy in saying we three want to be Owned as well. We have been talking about finding an owner that would want all three of us for a while now. Dads, we are in love with each other. It's not just brotherly love but true love. So, we don't want to be split up. Dads, I cannot believe this is really happening! I have one more question. Could Master Frank and his boys make me their puppy?" Dad laughs, "We will talk with Master Frank but I think they would be happy to have a puppy slave boy as their pet. I know personally that the twins are very kinky Masters. Now go to your rooms and read the contracts completely multiple times. Master Franks says everything about your enslavement is outlined in the Slavery Contracts. We will need to have a decision within three days. Think about this long and hard. Remember, it will determine what your life will be like for at least the next 15 or more years. So, take the entire three days if you need to." Jimmy, Billy, and I rush to Jimmy and Billy's room. Jimmy is the first to speak, "Holly shit. Can you believe this!" Billy, "NO!" I agree with them and say, "This is what we have been dreaming of for so long!" Billy, "Yeah we can finally be owned by the same Master. Well, Masters in this case." As usual, Jimmy thinks with his dick all the time, "I wonder how big the `Twins' dicks are." I punch Jimmy in the arm hard! "Fuck why did you do that, I was just wondering?" "Jimmy, this is serious. We need to think this through. What will our enslavement be like?" Billy adds, "Well Dad did say it is all spelled out in the Slavery Contracts. Let's read one. For us, they are most likely all the same. For our Dad, they will be different because they will be owned for life!" We all think about that for a minute and all three of our dicks go rock-hard. We all laugh! Jimmy says, "Well I can see we all like the idea of being lifelong slaves", he laughs again. I comment, "Well after the Ten years is up after college then we could always ask to be enslaved for life." We all agree that would be good. I suggest, "Billy why don't you read the Slavery Contract." Billy starts reading. It has a tone of formality and directness. There is no warmth or kindness in the contract. Yet, at the same time, it doesn't sound cruel either. There are a lot of rules that we must follow that on the surface sounds harsh but to me sound more like freedom in a way. Everything about my life will be controlled which would be less for the puppy inside to worry about. I listen to Billy read off the rules and what we cannot do or own for ourselves. For example, SLAVES RESPONSIBILITIES AND REQUIREMENTS FOR SERVITUDE Slave, _______________________, Micheal Anderson. Slave primary purpose is to please the slave's Owner / Masters, regardless of slave's own pleasure. Slave's pleasure or happiness is secondary to the slave's Owner / Masters. Slave will wear what the slave's Owner / Masters decides when the slave is on or off Master Frank's property. Slave could be naked or in some form of clothing of the slave's Owner / Masters's choosing. Standing orders are that slave shall be naked upon entering the private property of Master Frank. (Well puppies don't wear clothes so that sounds like me. Also, puppies don't have a choice to wear clothes or not. So, yeah my Owner should be able to determine what I can or cannot wear) Slave shall address the slave's Owner / Master as `Master' at all times except where it would not be appropriate. In cases where `Master' is not appropriate, slaves will address the slave's Owner / Masters as `Sir'. (Yeah, that makes sense too. Although my hope is that my Owners will make be their puppy and not allow me to use human words) Slave obeys its Owners at all times without question unless it endangers its Master or threatens its own life. In cases where the orders endanger its Master or threaten its own life, the slave will ask politely if the slave can request to speak and then explain what the slave thinks is dangerous or life-threatening. Then the Master will decide the best path forward. Disobedience will be met with punishment by the Owner / Maser in the method chosen by the slave's Owner / Masters. (Again this makes sense. I just hope Masters's orders wouldn't be dangerous or life-threatening. I worry about what the punishment would be for disobedience. However, I expected some form of punishment would be required.). Slave shall own nothing. All possession before becoming a slave will immediately be forfeited to the slave's Owner / Masters upon signing this contract of servitude. (Never thought about giving up everything I own. I look around the room seeing all the stuff my brothers have collected and none of it seems like they would really miss it. Remembering my stuff, I don't know what I would really want to keep if it came down to it. Our lives have revolved around us being together more than any physical item. So being together is most important, which is what I understand will happen, at least that is what I'm hoping for.) Slave shall be honest with the slave's Owner / Master at all times. Dishonesty will be met with punishment by the method chosen by the slave's Owner / Master. (We have always been honest with our fathers when they asked. So I don't see why that would change for our Owner / Masters who will become our new father?) Slave shall be punished by slave's Owner / Master in whatever method the Owner / Master chooses. (Well that seems to be expected.) Slave's body and mind belong to the slave's Owner / Masters do with as the Owner / Masters chooses. Therefore, the slave's body and mind can be used as a form of entertainment for the slave's Owner / Master's. The entertainment includes but is not limited to sexual use, impact play, nipple play, dick and ball play, fisting use, oral and anal use, humiliations and embarrassments, electro stimulation play, and pet play, (This both excites me and scares me at the same time. It sounds a lot like what Jimmy, Billy, and I do whenever we have sex. Jimmy seems to start our sessions and it ends with some form of kinky play. I especially like the last one, pet play.) Slave's body may be loaned out to other Dominant men for sexual or domestic use. When the slave is loaned out steps will be taken to ensure the slave is protected against permanent damage. In most cases, the slave's Owner / Masters will be present during the slave's loan sessions. (This scares me most of all. Our owner will be able to loan us to some stranger to be used sexually! It sounds hot but scary at the same time. At least we will be protected by our Owner / Master) Slave shall do all household chores assigned to the slave. Failure to complete its chores in accordance with the Owner / Masters' specifications will be met with punishment in however method the Owner / Master chooses. Slave's hair will be removed from the eyebrows down. Hair removal is not limited to permanent removal. Permanent removal of the slave's hair is at the sole discretion of the slave's Owner / Masters. Slave's body may be marked by the slave's Owner / Master in whatever method the Owner / Master chooses. Markings may include but are not limited to tattoos, brands, piercings, or any other marking on the slave's body. Any part of the slave's body may be marked by the slave's Owner / Masters. (Being Marked by our Owner has never crossed my mind. Yet, being marked by my Owner has a certain appeal to it. They do it to animals all the time, even puppies! Puppies are even chipped so their owners can find them if they get lost. I daydream that I am a lost puppy in our neighborhood and one of our neighbors returned me to my Owner. ) Slave shall wear a slave collar at all times. The slave collar is the property of the slave's Owner / Masters and can only be removed by the slave's Owner / Master. The only time the slave collar would be removed is for medical emergencies. The slave collar is RFID and e-sim chipped to control slave movements on Owner / Master's properties and off. (Well wearing a slave collar is expected. Yet I didn't expect to have an RFID and e-sim chip embedded in the collar. I can imagine how this could control our movements on our Owner's properties and anywhere else. This makes my dick leak. I see both Jimmy and Billy like the idea as well. It seems the more controlled we are the hornier we all get.) Slave shall perform physical exercises daily to maintain the slave's body and mind to be healthy and fit. (This is something we do every day anyway. I bike every day and my brothers swim all the time.) Slave cannot terminate this slavery contract for any reason. Only the slave's Owner can terminate the slavery contract. (WOW! This is real! Once I sign the Slavery Contract I cannot change my mind). Slave shall forfeit all identification documents to Owner upon signing this Slavery Contract. Identification documents include but are not limited to the slave's birth certificate, driver's license, school ID, Social Security Cards, or any other form of identification. (SHIT! If I give up all my ID's, I will have no way to open a bank account, get a job, apply for college or even drive anywhere. Master Frank is not leaving a way to escape my enslavement.) Slave shall forfeit any passwords for all social media accounts belonging to slave upon signing this Slavery Contract. (Fuck I will have no way to contact my online friends. Master Frank would also find all my deep dark secrets that I have posted on some of my social media accounts. Like being housed outside in a dog house or pen. Being hosed down, eating from dog food bowls, and being treated like an animal, not even human!) Slave shall forfeit all bank accounts, crypto-currency, or any other forms of currency account data including all passwords for said accounts upon signing this Slavery Contract. (Now I am getting to see the pattern. Everything that I could use to escape my enslavement is taken away from me) Slave shall forfeit all communication devices to Owner upon signing this Slavery Contract. (I will have no way to communicate with my friends or anyone outside of my family or my Owner's family. Without any ID I couldn't even open an account for a new phone. There is going to be no way to escape my enslavement if I ever change my mind! I really need to make sure this is really what I want. Fuck I look down and see my dick is leaking even more now. Jimmy teases me that I like what the contract is saying. Do I really like it that much to give up everything? We are all sitting on the floor. Jimmy is right next to me and starts stroking my dick now. He has been stroking Billy the whole time Billy is reading the contract. This makes him moan as he is reading the contract. See Jimmy's cock is also hard and leaking too. Fuck I am so goddam horny!) Now Billy reads on about what our Owner and Masters's responsibilities and requirements will be. OWNER / MASTERS RESPONSIBILITIES AND REQUIREMENTS FOR SLAVE OWNERSHIP Owner is defined as __________________, Frank Richardson. Masters are defined as follows: Master ____________________, Frank Richardson. Master ____________________, Alex Richardson. Master ____________________, Jason Richardson Owner shall own the slave's body and mind. The Owner / Masters have no limits on the use of the slave's body. (I wonder what is meant by `no limits. What kinky things will our owners do to us? Being stroked by Jimmy keeps me wanting to find out what `no limits' really means) Owner / Masters will train the slave's body and mind to serve the slave's Owner / Masters in the matter that the Owner / Master chooses. (What will the training be like? I imagine being trained as a puppy to fetch a ball or stick. That would be hot!) Owner / Masters will protect the slave's body from permanent damage. (I am happy to hear that. I doubt any of us want to be permanently damaged) Owner will provide food and water in order to keep the slave's body healthy and fit. (Well at least we will not starve. I remember living with our grandfather. He kept taking food away from us, saying we need to earn our keep. We wouldn't get fed until we did all our chores. By the time we were fed, it would be 9 or 10 p.m. and we would be starving. At the time, both our fathers had to work two jobs in order to pay our grandfather for room and board. They never knew how often we went without food.) Owner will provide lodging to protect the slave body from harsh elements. (Well that is good. Yet, I still want to be housed in a dog house or dog pen) Owner will provide schooling and higher education for the slave. For higher education, all classes will be approved by Owner / Masters. All the costs for slaves' education must be paid back with interests after gainful employment. (I am glad we still will be going to school. But will we not be able to choose the field we will go into? It sounds like our Owner will have to approve the field of study.) Owner / Masters will punish the slave for not achieving the educational standard required by the slave's Owner. (I wonder what the standard will be? I can imagine it will be high! I have always been a C-average student in school. I can imagine being punished for getting C's now!) Owner will provide employment at the Owner's company once the slave has achieved a college degree. (Well at least we will be guaranteed jobs after college. That is a plus, right? Our Owner will still be able to control us by working for him. Another way to keep us from escaping. I moan at the thought of how much control our Owner is going to have over us.) Owner will lease the slave to the Owner's sons for a period but limited to 10 years after achieving a college degree. Owner has the right to extend enslavement if the debt accumulated from college expenses is not paid in full with interest. Five-year extensions will be added to the slave's Slavery Contract until the debt is paid in full. (Our enslavement may go longer than we could expect depending on how much our education costs our Owner) Owner may terminate or transfer Ownership of this Slavery Contract to Owner's sons at any time. The slave cannot terminate this Slavery Contract, whether the slave is Owned by the current or a new Owner. (Again our Owner makes it clear we cannot quit this once we are enslaved) In the event that the Owner of the slave dies or is incapacitated then the Ownership of the slave is transferred to the Owner's sons. The life of the Slavery Contract will continue as stated in the terms of this contract. The new Owners may terminate the Slavery Contract at any time. The slave cannot terminate this Slavery Contract, whether the slave is Owned by the current or new Owner. The new Owner may alter the contract upon receiving ownership of the slave. (I was wondering what would happen if something happened to our Owner. At least we would stay in the family and be Owned by our twin Masters and not some stranger who could end up selling off to separate owners. That is one of our biggest fears.). Owner / Masters have the right to punish slave at any time for any reason. The reason for punishment may or may not be given. Slave will accept all punishments and thank Owner / Master for the given punishment. (Oh Shit! That is scary. Jimmy and Billy have big smiles on their faces at this clause in the contract. I shake my head. They are so much pain pigs. They are going to enjoy being punished. Our Owner / Masters are going to have to find creative ways to punish those two) Owner / Masters have the right to confine the slave for any length of time that the Owner / Masters may choose. (Well I want to be housed in a dog house or dog pen so confining me would bring me to my happy place) Owner may only sell or lease the slave to the Owner's sons. If the slave is sold or leased to the Owner's sons then the slave's brothers will be sold or leased at the same time. (Same as above, at least we will stay in the family we know and not some stranger) Owner has the right to alter the Slavery Contract at any time without notice to the slave. A signature of the slave is not required for alterations to this Slavery Contract. Only the Owner's signature with the date of alterations is required.) (This part makes the contract open-ended, to be changed in the future. This scares me too. What would our Owners want to change in the contract someday? Well, would it matter once we become their slaves? We wouldn't be able to escape even if we tried.) Billy says that there is a line for me to sign, Owner / Master Frank, Master Alex, Master Jason and two witnesses with our father's names next to them. Billy hands me my `Slavery Contract' and hands Jimmy his contract. I re-read the contract in full again. It seens like Master Frank thought of everything to keep us under his control. Jimmy lets go of Billy and my dicks and goes grabs three pens from his desk. I say, "Jimmy lets talk about this?" Jimmy grabs my dick again and starts stroking. OH, I wish he would stop that but I can never say no to Jimmy's sexual advances. I moan as he keeps me on the edge of shooting my load. Fuck is it hard to think! Jimmy replies, "What is there to talk about? It is obvious you want this as much as we do!" "But Jimmy this will change our lives for good. Did you hear what Billy read? There will be no way to escape once we sign these Contracts!" Jimmy shrugs. "Yeah, so what? Would you really want to escape and be a free boy?" He laughs like I would ever want to be freed. Yet, I know he is right. I don't want to be free. Something deep inside me telling me this is what I need. I have always let others decide things about my life. "I know Jimmy your right but I'm scared. The last part says our Owner can change the contract at any time without asking us!" Jimmy keeps stroking me and I feel my resolve breaking down. "So what Mikey? We would be Owned by the same Owner for half of our lives. We would be together! Isn't that what we always wanted? Besides, any other Owner would want to change things over time too. Why would Master Frank be any different? We would be our Owner's property so why couldn't our Owner change the contract as he likes? We never had a say in what was going into the contract in the first place. Do you think after being Owned after a few years you would disagree with whatever Master Frank changes?" "No, I guess I wouldn't." "Dam right you wouldn't. Master Frank would train his pet to do whatever he wants you to do, isn't that right, puppy?" "Woof" I unconsciously bark whenever Jimmy calls me a puppy. I can't help it. Over the years Jimmy has trained me to be his good puppy. In some way, it feels like Jimmy is giving me to Master Frank. Jimmy rubs my head and I fall into my puppy subspace. "My puppy wants to be Owned by Master Frank and his family. It's a dream all three of us have shared since we were little. Don't let this opportunity pass us by. Our whole family will be together in the service of our Owner and his Twin Masters. Aren't you sick of hiding who you really are?" "Yes, Jimmy." I lower my head in submission and know I cannot let this opportunity pass us by. My brothers and our fathers want this. Who am I to deny them the one opportunity that may never come again? Plus, I really want to be Owned with my brothers and fathers. "Good then sign the contract and let our life finally start!" I take the pen and place the contract on the floor. I already see that it has Master Frank, Master Alex and Master Jason's signatures on the contract. I look over at Jimmy and Billy. They have a pen in hand and are ready to sign. Jimmy says, "OK, let's do it all at the same time." All three of us place the pen on the paper at the same time and sign ourselves over to our new Owner and his Twin Masters! I feel a relief to finally be Owned! It's a huge weight that is lifted from my shoulders. I see the same relief showing on my brothers' faces. I know we did the right thing. I feel it deep inside. My inter puppy is barking and running with joy!

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Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2024 10:58:43 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 1 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, including teens and consensual and non-consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Oral and Anal Sex, Master and Slaves, Body Worship, BDSM, Slave Training, and Humiliation. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Characters: Frank - Master and Father of Twin boys. A new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door Alex - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Jason - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. David - Submissive, married to Adam and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins Adam - Submissive, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins POV - David Our new next-door neighbors invited my husband and me for a housewarming party. We left our three boys at home. Our youngest twin boys are 16 and our older boy are 17. We are a gay couple and used both our sperms to impregnate a surrogate woman who is now no longer part of our lives. All three boys are from the same mother but we do not know who is the father since we use both our sperm to fertilize the women's eggs. This process cost us a lot and we had to mortgage our house for 30 years and use all our savings. So we never got out from under all the debt. My husband is a stay-at-home dad and I work. I used to work at a great company until I just got laid off 6 months ago. So the bills have been piling up and cannot find a job in the field I am in. We don't know what to do. We have been sent foreclosure notices on the house. The boys can forget about going to college. We fear they will end up in dead-end jobs. Well, being invited to our new neighbor's party will be a good distraction. We walk over to our neighbors and knock on the door. A large man answers. He must be 6' 2" 200 pounds but all muscle. I stick out my hand. "Ah... Hi, we are your neighbors and received your invitation. My name is David and my husband is Adam." He shakes my hand and then he says "Hello, Welcome! come in. My name is Frank." We walk into the house and see some of our other neighbors have already arrived. Some are dressed in swimwear and others are in just shorts and no shirts. We are surprised to see half-naked guys. Then two boys that look like Frank come into the kitchen. They are just as tall and strong as their father. Both Adam and I can tell because they are only wearing speedos. They seem perfectly comfortable in their bodies. I can feel my dick start to get hard looking at the teen boys smiling at us. Frank motions for his boys to come to introduce themselves to their new neighbors. "David and Adam, these are my twin boys Alex and Jason." They put out their hands to shake. Yet, to our surprise the boys both pull us towards them, patting us on our back and one smack to each of our asses. The smack to my ass only makes my dick get harder. Alex says, "Don't you have some boys too?" I say, "Yes, three boys and two are twins like you too." Jason says, "No shit, that is cool. We should all hang out sometime. Get to know them better." I can see both Alex and Jason's dick getting bigger in their speedos. Yet, they pay it no attention. Do they have the hots for my sons? Frank motions us to the pool and asks if we would like to take a swim. "Well, we didn't know it was going to be a pool party. The previous owners never invited us to use their pool." "No problem, I am sure Alex and Jason have some trunks you can borrow." Alex says with a smirk, "Yeah, Dad no problem. I'll go get them." Alex runs off to his room. We are going to have to wear teenagers' swim trunks. I wonder if he will be giving us speedos to wear. Sure enough, Alex comes back with two red speedos. Dam they look too small for us. He throws them at me. I grab them just after they hit my face. Fuck I smell cum on them. They must have been used by them recently. Look over at Adam and he has the same look on his face. Alex says with a smile, "Sorry I don't have any clean ones. That shouldn't be a problem should it?" I am embarrassed as he says it loud enough for everyone to hear. Now some of the neighbors are looking at us. What can I say now? It would be rude to not wear them. "No problem, they will get wet soon anyway, right?" "Good now let's get you guys undressed." Before Adam or I can react both boys start pulling our shirts over our heads. They then unbuckle our belts and remove them. I hear Alex say under his breath, will be using this later! Then both boys unbuckle our shorts and they fall to the floor. I have to step out of my shorts. Both Adam and I go commando all the time so now we are both naked in front of two teenage boys, their father, and our neighbors. We live in a gay community so all the guys are looking at us with lust in their eyes. I see some are even jealous. What the fuck! Then Alex and Jason both kneel at our feet and hold out the speedos. We have no choice but to be dressed by hot teens which just causes my dick to stay half hard. I see more smirks from our neighbors as now my dick and balls are no longer being hidden by Alex and Jason's muscular bodies. I look down at Alex, seeing big pecks and a 6 pack abs. Not to mention strong arms and legs. I step into the small speedo. Alex pulls it up to my waist just covering my dick and balls. They are low on my hips being only the size for teens and not a full-grown adult. They make me look like a slut. I look over at Adam. Dam, he does look hot! This makes the mound in his speedos even bigger. Alex then reaches in the speedos and adjusts my cock so it is pointing down instead of up. When Alex gets up I lean over and say in a whisper, "Thank you!" "No problem boy" and he pats me on the ass. My face gets red when he calls me a boy and pats my ass. I look over at Adam and his face is red too. Did Jason just call my husband a `boy' too? Jason then grabs our clothes and takes them into the house. "Come see me when you need your clothes back." Then he pats me on the ass again and walks away. Both Adam and I are now embarrassed and not sure what to do next. That is when Frank comes over and grabs our shoulders and pulls us to him. I see he has now changed into speedos too! "There boys, you now look like you belong with us." I'm not sure what he means by this but I keep my mouth shut as Frank leads us to a lounge chair. He hands both Adam and me some sunscreen lotion and then lays down on the lounge. "Boys, would you be so kind and spread some sunscreen on my backside." Adam looks at me and smiles. I know he wants to touch this muscular man as much as I do. So, we both kneel on either side of Frank. Adam starts on his back while I apply sunscreen to his feet and legs. Dam they are big feet. I run lotion on each toe, getting in between each one. "Nice that feels good, boys." I wonder why he keeps calling us boys. We are about the same age as him. He may be a little older. Maybe that is it? I work my way up his legs up to his crouch "Here let me help you." Frank then moves his butt in the air and lowers his speedos too. "Boy, remove my speedo." I whisper, "Yes Sir." Not even thinking about it and remove his speedo. "Now get my ass good!" He has a perfect ass too. I rub Frank's muscular ass with the lotion, feeling how strong his ass really is. His whole body for that matter is perfection! I can tell by the way my husband is rubbing his back, shoulders, and arms, that he has the same reaction as me. The mound in his speedo leaves no doubt. Frank moans at the attention we are giving him. Maybe we will get lucky tonight and have a three-way with Frank. It is not the first time my husband and I have had three ways with other Tops. You see we both prefer to bottom so when we find a hot Top we tend to share. "That feels great boys. You have wonderful hands. You will have to come over often so I can enjoy your handy work." We both say, "Yes Sir!" "Good, I could use some boys like you to help me out." Wait did we just agree to give Frank massages whenever he wants? Dam the directness of his statement makes me want to massage him even more. I see his ball hanging out so I test to see if he would like more from us by rubbing his balls too. This makes him moan even more. Just then Frank's son Alex walks by and rubs my ass as I lean over. I feel him trace his finger along my hole and probe it some. I give out an involuntary moan as well. "Good boy, keep serving my father. Make him feel good, boy." Without thinking, I say "Yes Sir" to a 17-year-old boy! Then I feel him pull my speedos down to my ankles. I am now naked again. Even worse my hole is exposed for all to see. He steps on the speedo and orders me to step out of them. Fuck I have no choice, they are his after all! All the while his rubbing my exposed hole. I can feel other men at the party watching the show of what this hot boy is doing to grown men! They do nothing to stop it. Instead, they seem to be turned on. Alex then sticks his finger into my hole. I tense some not expecting to be fingered by this boy. Frank seems to be unconcerned that his son is playing with a man almost twice his age. Alex pushes his finger deeper into my hole. Dam! It feels good. Then I hear Adam moan as well. Look over at Franks's other son, Jason, he stripped my husband too! Now, he's playing with his hole as well. The finger in my hole is distracting and makes me stop rubbing Frank's body "Boys, keep rubbing me it feels good. My boys are just having a little fun. You know how young boys need to play. What are you waiting for, keep rubbing!" Adam and I yell out, "YES SIR!" I hear others in the crowd starting to watch the scene and say stuff like, "They are good boys", "Dam I wish I had obedient boys like them", "They would make good slaves you know", "Yeah I agree", etc. Some of the guys I recognize. Dam they are good friends of ours which we have known for years. This makes my face turn red. Adam is just as embarrassed as I am. The thought of Adam and me being collared and serving our hot new neighbors flashes in my mind. I have to admit I like how these men just order us around and touch our bodies without even asking. Alex looks over at one of his guests and tells him to go up to his room and get him the lube from his nightstand. I am shocked to hear him order another grown man to fetch him some lube. Then it dawns on me, that he wants it to lube up my hole. Is he really going to fuck me right here in front of all our neighbors and friends? The other man quickly returns with some Swift Army lube and hands it to Alex. Soon, I feel lube on his finger, causing his finger to slip into my hole more easily. In no time Alex has three fingers in my hole. He then lubes up his cock and tosses the lube to his brother. Next, I feel his cock pressing against my hole. This is really happening. Two teens are about to fuck my husband and me in front of our neighbors. I yell out in surprise and a little pain as his wide cockhead pushes into my hole. Next to me, I hear my husband do the same thing. All the while Adam and I continue to massage their father's backside. Alex pushes his cock deeper into my hole and then places his hand on my back. I feel him lean over and then suddenly he pushes on my back, hard, forcing my face into his father's hole. "Lick my dad's hole, boy. He like a boy licking him." I mutter, "Yes Sir." "Good boy, make my dad feel good while I use your hole." Alex takes long slow strokes as he fucks me. While at the same time, I hear his brother Jason fucking my husband hard and fast! Adam is now grunting with each hard deep fuck into my husband's hole. Then Alex leans over my body with both hands, one on my back and the other one on my head. He pushes my face deeper into his father's hole. I hear him start whispering in my ear, "That's it boy, get that tongue deeper into my daddy's hole. Keep rubbing his balls too." All the while Alex's fuck me slowly but deeper and harder. Alex lets up his hand that's holding my head and I breathe in deeply. "Now, boy, lick my daddy's balls." I move down to lick his father's massive balls. I can imagine a lot of cum is building in those balls. "My daddy has big balls and needs them emptied several times a day. Your husband and you will be coming over here and helping him empty them, right boy?" It wasn't really a question but a statement of fact. Right now I would agree with anything this boy wants. So, in my horny lust-filled state I have to agree with Alex. "Yes Sir!" "Tell me boy, your husband and you will be coming over every day to satisfy my Dad, my brother, and me. I want to hear you say it." "Yes, my husband and I will be over every day to satisfy your Dad, your brother, and you" "Say it again with respect!" "Yes Sir, my husband and I will be over every day to satisfy your Dad, your brother, and you, Sir" "Good boy, your husband's and your holes are now ours to use. Say it!" "Sir, my husband's and my holes are yours to use, Sir!" "Good boy, once the party is over, your husband and you will stay. My father has a proposal for your family." "Yes Sir!" "Now back to my dad's hole, boy." I move my tongue up to his father's hole again. Alex then pounds my hole using both hands again to pin me down on my back and again pressing my face into his father's hole. I am trapped under him but I do not care. It is the hottest fuck I have ever had! Forcing my face in his father's hole causes my tongue to stick even deeper. I don't feel like a man right now! Not compared to the men in this family who are using my husband and me as fuck toys in front of our neighbors. I could never do this without their help. Our fucking goes on for almost an hour or more. About 10 minutes into the fucking more than half of the crowd goes on socializing at the party, swimming, and having fun. So we are ignored except for a few guys who keep watching and rubbing their cocks in their swim shorts. I am not sure if they are Tops or bottoms. Two of them are a father and son pair. The son is my older twin's best friend. I think he graduated last year. He may be 18 or 19. Then it occurs to me, that he will most likely tell my sons what happened here. How will my sons react knowing their fathers got fuck at a neighborhood party? Not just fucked, but fucked by guys who they will be going to school with and maybe even be friends with. After this, will Alex or Jason even want to be friends with our boys? Especially since I just agreed their family can use Adam and me every day. As I'm still being fucked by Alex and rimming his father, I imagine being fucked over the end of the couch by Alex and my sons walking in on us! That image makes me feel embarrassed and my dick only gets harder. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm broken out of my daydream when Alex starts fucking me faster and harder. I feel his cock get wider in my hole. Alex slams his cock deeper, forcing my tongue deeper into his father's hole then he grabs my hair and yanks my head back hard while keeping his hand on my lower back. This causes my ass to be forced up allowing his cock deeper into my hole. Alex pulls my hair as he buries his cock as deep as he can. He gives a loud grunt and yells out. "FUCK YES, BITCH!" This gets the attention of everyone at the party. With my head pulled back I see everyone looking at me. Many are smiling at me, others are lusting after Alex, and I see a few jealous of me. Frank turns to look at us and smiles. I see the pride on his face. A father that is proud of his son for fucking a bottom boy. It makes me wonder how he would use my hole. Frank turns around to face me. I look down at his naked body and marvel at his muscles. The man is built. He could easily bend me in half which I imagine he might do someday. We hear another loud grunt and a scream of raw aggression. We turn to Jason and my husband. I completely forgot Adam was getting fucked too. Jason has Adam in a chock hold as he unloads his cock into my husband's hole. I see Adams's face is beet red. I suddenly fear Adam might just pass out. Yet, just before that happens, Jason loosens his hold on my husband's neck. Adam breathes deeply and the color slowly returns to his face. At that moment, Alex releases my hair and I fall onto his father's hard cock. His cock bounces on my face and precum spatters all over my mouth and cheeks. Frank then grabs my hair and his hard cock. "Open, boy!" Without thinking, I obey. Frank shoves his monster cock into my mouth. "Suck it, boy. Make love to my cock. I know you want to!" I do, I really do. Frank pushes his cock into my mouth until it forces its way into my throat. I gag some but Frank keeps pushing and then pulls back just before I think I might throw up. "Don't you dare throw up on my cock, boy!" I mumble "Yes Sir." Then Frank pushes more of his cock into my throat, each time going deeper and deeper. When his cock is as deep as he can go, Alex pulls his cock out of my hole. It makes me feel empty even with his father's cock buried in my throat. Alex pats my ass and says loudly, "That is a nice hole, boy. I will have to use it again soon." This makes me feel like a cheap whore. No a slut since he didn't pay me. Again my face turns red with shame. All my neighbors now see me as a slut. Both my husband and I will now have a reputation for being sluts. How will we ever live this down? Frank pulls me up and down on his cock, using my hair as reins. In my peripheral vision, I see Jason moving my husband behind me. The next thing I feel is a tongue in my hole. My husband is licking my hole clean of Alex's hot cum. I feel his head being pressed deeper into my ass cheeks. Jason must be pushing Adams's face into my hole. I moan, loving my husband's tongue in my hole. He never really likes rimming as much as me but he is really going at my hole now. Jason must be making Adam an eager boy. Frank grabs each side of my head and slams his cock deep into my throat. I have never had anyone use me so roughly. Jason comments, "Look at that boy leak. He must really like my daddy's cock" I hear several guys laughing at me. So, assume I am still being watched as these men use my husband and me. I think could I really take this rough treatment every day? My dick thinks it can as it has been hard ever since I first saw the boys in those speedos. Frank pushes my head as far down his cock as he can. He grunts like his son and yells out a deep growl. The growl vibrates his whole body even his cock deep in my throat. Then hot thick cum slams into my throat. I have no choice but to swallow his cum. He slowly pulls his cock out of my throat filling my mouth with his cum. When he pulls cock all the way out, he is still shooting loads after loads of cum, coving my face and my open mouth. I feel it slowly dripping down my face. "Boy, sallow all my cum." Jason then says, "Let me help." With his other hand, he smears his father's cum all over my face. "Fuck boy, now my hand has cum on it." He pulls Adam's face out of my hole. "Boy, lick my fingers and hand." I hear Adam suck Jason's fingers. Now both of us have tasted Frank's cum. I feel like Frank and his boys have just marked us as theirs. In some crazy way, it feels good. I want to belong to these men. The way Adams is sucking Jason's fingers, I think he feels the same way. I try to get up but Frank keeps ahold of my hair. "Boy, stay between my legs." He forces my face against his half-hard cock. I give in and relax. He releases his grip some but still holds me. "Good boy. Stay!" I further relax in his lap and he completely releases his grip. Then I feel his hand rub the top of my head. It feels good like I am a dog being petted by his Master. My mind starts to cloud up, enjoying my head being rubbed. Jason pulls my husband to his feet and leads him away from us. My mind spaces out and I don't care what is happening to my husband at the moment. "Boy you and your hubby did well serving me and my boys." This makes me feel happy, causing me to space out even more. "Thank you, Sir." "Would my boy like to continue serving me and my boys? "OH! Yes Sir, very much!" "Good boy, we would like you to serve us again." "Would your hubby want to serve us again too? "Yes Sir, I think he would Sir." "Excellent, boy." "What about your sons?" "What do you mean Sir?" "Are your sons gay too? "Yes Sir, they are." I should be concerned about why Frank is asking about my sons but my foggy mind doesn't want to think much right now. "Do your boys have boyfriends?" "Ah, not that I know of Sir. They seem to hang out with each other a lot." "Do you think they are experimenting with each other?" "Possibly Sir. The twins are really close, Sir." "Boy, it wouldn't surprise me if they're having sex with each other. You know boys their age. They need relief often. I know my boys do. That is why I encourage them to have sex whenever they want." "Is that why you allowed them to fuck my husband and me?" "Yes boy, but I know you two were bottom boys as soon as you entered my house" "What about your boys, are they bottom, tops, or switches?" "Sir, the oldest has interests in being fucked. He has asked us what he should do to prepare his hole for fucking? My husband and I showed him how to give himself enemas and what good lube to buy. We also explained to him how he should stretch his hole out before a Top fucks him. We don't want a Top to rip him open for his first fuck. We have also put all our boys on Prep just to be safe." "Excellent, you are very good parents, boy." "Thank you, Sir" "What about the twins? Have they asked about prepping to be fucked." "Ah... No Sir. I think they might have figured that out without our help. Before I set up the enema in the main bathroom shower, I caught the twins in our personal bathroom giving each other enemas. I have found lube and dildos in their room." "Interesting boy. Sounds like the twins might be playing with each other. I know my twins have been playing with each other ever since they hit puberty. But they are Top and Dominants as you might have guessed." "Yeah Sir, I kind of figured that. Are you also a Dom, Sir? "Yes boy, but you might have guessed that about me as well." "Yes Sir, I had a feeling Sir." "Subs can always tell who are the Doms." "Do you think that I am a sub, Sir?" "Yes, boy and so is your hubby. We will see about your sons." "Oh..." I'm not sure what he means about my sons. How is he going to find out about my sons? "Don't be ashamed of what you are, boy." "OK, Sir.... I just get embarrassed easily, Sir." Frank laughs at that, "I will have to remember that boy." I look over at the other guest and another naked guy who is serving food and drinks to the guests. He only looks about 22 or so. What really gets my attention is the ring around his neck and something metal covering his cock and balls. Besides those things, he is naked and hairless. There is not a single hair on his body. Not even eyebrows. He wanders through the crowd with a tray of finger food. The 'waiter' boy calls everyone Sir but when he gets us he calls Frank 'Master'. "Kneel, slave." The boy kneels beside our lounge chair. Now that I have a better look at the boy he looks gorgeous. A well-toned body with a face of an angel. Then I imagine myself kneeling in front of Frank like the boy is now. "Slave feed me and my guest. We will have shrimp with some cocktail sauce." I am memorized as I watch the boy pick up a shrimp, dip it into the sauce, and feed Frank. He then does the same thing for me. I open my mouth and he drops the shrimp in my mouth. I see he's smiling the whole time. It is an inviting smile, making you want him to serve you. After about 5 shrimp, Frank orders the boy to continue to serve his other guests. He gets up from his kneeling position with grace while still caring the tray in one hand. He seems trained well. I'm about to ask about him, but Frank cuts me off before the first word comes out. "He is beautiful isn't he?" "Yes Sir." "I rented him for the party." "But Sir, you call him a slave and he called you Master." "Yes, boy because that's what he is. And for the party, he is my slave. His owner runs some nudist community down south. From what I am told the boy was saved from abusive parents who wanted to do conversion therapy on the boy. Luckily, this Father Michael saved the boy. You know conversion therapy never works." WOW, I am blown away by what Frank just informed me. "But... he is a slave. Is that really saving the boy?" "Yes boy, some guys are born to serve. It's part of nature. These types of boys were born to become slaves to Dominant men." "OH, I see Sir. What do you think about me, Sir?" "What do you mean, boy?" "Do you think I am born to be a slave, Sir?" "Yes boy, I think you are born to become a slave. I see it in the way you submit to me and my sons. You are born to serve, boy" Then I notice my husband coming out with a tray of drinks. He now has a bow tie around his neck. Looks like he stayed naked after Jason took him away. He looks hot being a naked servant. Shit is that cum leaking out of his ass? I wonder if one of the twins fucked him again? There is so much that it's running down his legs. The men thank him for the drinks by patting him on the ass or tweaking his nipples. The men that pat him on the ass get cum on their hands. So the men have my hubby clean the cum off with his mouth. It's plain to see he is enjoying the attention, being that his dick is pointing straight up. His face is red with embarrassment. Yet, he smiles at all the men and thanked them. Dam, he looks like the slave boy that Sir Frank rented. He just looks a few years older. We have been told many times we look younger than we are. When we tell people we just met that we have three boys they are surprised. I'm startled out of my thoughts when Sir Frank comments. "Your hubby looks good don't you think?" "Yes Sir, he seems to be enjoying himself," laughing a little. Sir laughs as well. It's a deep laugh that echoes over everyone. Adam looks over at me and smiles then continues taking drink orders and bringing them back to the men. I imagine myself doing the same thing. Both of us serving these men drinks and food for Sir Frank. Except in my imagination, I see a steal collar around our necks and a cage imprisoning our dicks and balls like the rented slave boy. Frank pulls me onto his chest and holds me in his arms while we watch my husband being his servant. He whispers in my ear and plays with my nipples. This causes my dick to grow hard again, pointing straight up for my husband and all to see. "My boy likes seeing his hubby being my servant, don't you, boy?" "Yes Sir, it is hot Sir." "it is indeed, boy. It would be even hotter if you were my servant too. Would you like that boy?" "Yes Sir, very much, Sir." I moan from the idea or is it from Sir playing with my nipples, maybe both? "What would your boys think of both their fathers being servants to me and my boys?" "Not sure Sir. I guess they will need to get used to it, Sir!" "Yes boy, they will. Or, maybe they will want to join you in serving my family?" Now I have images of my boys serving at Sir's parties as well. They are all naked and collared with chastity devices on their dicks and balls. Fuck I moan again. "Boy, do you like the thought of your sons serving my family?" I can't believe I am really thinking about my sons serving Sir's family. What the fell is wrong with me? "Ah... Sir I don't know," not want to admit to what I was imagining. Shit, I can't lie well to Dominant men. "Yes, you do, boy. Now tell me you just moaned thinking about your submissive sons serving my family just like you want to!" Defeated I whisper. "Yes Sir. Oh Sir, please don't say anything to my husband or my sons." Now completely embarrassed and ashamed of myself. What father would have fantasies about their son being slaves to these Dominant men? I wonder if Frank would actually enslave my sons. I already practically told him that my Husband and I would willing to be his family's servants. Could I really give my boys over to him and his sons too? "Good, we will talk about this later. I will explain my plans for your family then. For now, why don't you go join your hubby in serving my guests? Find Jason and he will set you up." Frank then pushes me off him and I stand up. I look at him not sure what he means by his plans for my family. "Go on boy. Find Jason, NOW!" I yell out, "Yes Sir" and run off to find his son. I find Jason cupping my husband's ass while Adam is taking another drink order. Jason is completely ignoring my husband as he talks to one of our neighbors. Well, he is ignored except for playing with my husband's ass. I walk up to Jason and start asking him how I can serve his guest. However, he cuts me off. "Just a second boy." I feel like he just dismissed me out of hand. I guess my request to help him out isn't that important. I start to walk away but he says. "Wait!" He continues his conversation with my neighbor across the street. I wait nervously, feeling uncomfortable and ignored. I am not used to being ignored especially by a 17 year old boy. I am not even invited in on their conversation. It is very humiliating. The conversation goes on and on. I start getting bored, so I look around seeing the other slave boy handing out drinks as well. I can't help watching him. Dam that boy is hot! The collar around his neck looks heavy and the chastity cage looks hardcore. It is made of steel like the collar. I cannot believe it completely covers his dick and balls. Metal bands run around the boy's body, holding it tightly to the skin. There is no way he could cut that thing off without hurting himself. The conversation finally stops and Jason turns to me. "Boy, what do you want?" He seems annoyed! "Ah... Sir. Your father told me to find you so I can help serve your guests." "What! We have enough slave waiters. I know, come with me, boy." Jason leads me to a shed in the backyard. He opens a door and orders me inside. It's dark inside except for some holes in the wall of the shed. He points to one of the holes and orders me to kneel in front of it. Then he kneels behind me. At first, I thought he was going to fuck me which gets me excited. He grabs something from the bench next to him. I try to look behind me. "Face forward, boy." I quickly look forward through the hole in the wall. I hear guys talking on the other side of the wall. The next thing I feel is something being pushed into my hole. At first, I thought it was his cock but it's too hard to be a cock. As he pushes it deeper it gets bigger and bigger. I moan some. One of the guys on the other side of the wall said. "Did you hear that?" I moan even louder when whatever is being pushed into my hole opens me up to its widest point. Then suddenly it is all the way in and my hole closes around it. I moan again in relief now that is all the way in. I feel so full! Fuck! this boy half my age just pushed a butt plug up my hole! "Yeah, I heard it too. It sounds like someone is moaning in the shed." Then I hear the clinging of metal that is dropped on the floor behind me. The next thing I feel is Jason grabbing my wrist and then cold metal being wrapped around them. He does the same thing to my ankles. I pull on my wrist to bring them in front of me but I am stopped short by chains connected to the wrist cuffs. He reaches between my legs, grabbing my balls. I hear him get something else from the bench. Now both his hands are manipulating my balls. I feel them become tighter and then I hear a snap. Jason lets go but there is still something attracted to my balls. He reaches between my legs again and grabs the set of chains connected to both my wrists and ankles. At the same time, he pulls the chains connected to my nuts through my legs. I'm forced to crawl forward until my knees hit the wall. Then I hear a click of a lock. I try to crawl backwards but my balls are pulled along with the chains connected to my wrist and ankle. Oh God, I am locked to the wall by my balls and the shackles. I am trapped, locked to the shed, and looking out through a hole in the wall. The hole in the wall is at a perfect height for my face. However, the worst is yet to come! I hear him grab something else from the bench. What now? He reaches around my chest and grabs my right nipple. My nipples are really sensitive but also they are a huge turn-on. The next thing I feel is pain! My right nipple is on fire. I yelp in surprise. "Shut up, BOY!" Looking down, watching in horror as Jason connects another clamp to my left nipple. I grunt in pain, trying not to yell again. I look down to see another chain connected between the camps. Then to my horror, Jason grabs the chain and locks it to a second eyebolt in the wall. This forces me to lean forward so my face almost sticks out of the hole. I now can't even move my head away from the hole without pulling painfully on my nipples. Jason leans into my ear and whispers. "Boy, whatever is pushed through that hole in the wall you will suck. Have fun boy." He gets up, walks to the door and opens it then yells out to everyone at the party. "The Glory Hole is now open for service." Then he turns back to me and says in a lower voice. "Make me proud boy. Keep my guest happy and I might not have to punish you later." I heard him laugh as he closes the door and locks it. SHIT! I am now naked, shackled, balls stretched, nipples clamped and locked in front of a glory hole. I'm excepted to suck whatever is put into the hole. I assume it will be my neighbor's cocks! "Looky here. Our gracious host has proved a hole to use. Isn't that nice of them?" The other neighbors laugh. I look up but only see the chest of a hot guy. Then I recognize the voice. That is Nathen from our poker game. We have been long-time rivals at those games. I have taken his money many times and he has threatened to get back at me someday. I fear today will be that day! Then he recognizes me as well. "Well is it not Mr money bags?" he laughs. If only he knew about our money issues. He would call me a loser instead. "So, it wants to service my cock does it? It was not lost on me that he was using the word `it" and not my name. This only made me feel small and inferior to him right now. If he only knew I am locked up in this shed and have no choice but to suck his cock. "Yes Sir, please allow me to suck your cock." Oh shit, did I just call him Sir and beg to suck his cock. I am being such a slut. But I realize I don't want to suck him because of him. No, I want to suck him because Sir Jason told me to. Does that make me a slut or just a submissive trying to please his Sir? Fuck now I am thinking of Jason my Sir. Something is happening to me and I cannot stop it. It scares me but also excites me to no end. I think the excitement is winning over the fear. Now I watch my poker rival step up in front of me and pull out his cock. I remember what Jason said to me before leaving me here `Whatever is pushed through that hole in the wall you will suck'. So out of reflex, I open my mouth for my rival. He pushes his 7-inch cock into my mouth. He is smaller than Sir Frank so my throat has already been opened up today. My rival easily pushes his cock deep into my throat. He leans against the shed wall and starts fucking me hard and fast. He can't even see me. I feel like I am a hole for him to use. Nothing is going to stop him from releasing his seed into my throat. With each hard thrust, the nipple clamps are pulled hard. The pain causes my dick to get harder than it already is. Being so close to the wall my hard dick is pressing up against the rough walls of the shed. I involuntarily moan out while my dick throbs causing it to leak pre-cum all over the shed's wall. I have never been so horny in my life. I so want to jerk off right now but my hands are strapped behind me. Now I understand why Jason tried my wrist behind me. I moan out with each deep hard fuck down my throat. This keeps me on the edge of cumming, not able to get over the edge that I so desperately want! So, I focus on pleasing the cock using me. I press my lips tightly around the man's cock, at the same time press my tongue on the underside of the cock. I want him to cum badly. No, I need him to cum. Tears form in my eyes as my torture continues, seeing no end in sight. If only I could get over the edge. To shoot my load all over the wall. Finally, I hear a grunt and then a loud growl from above. Seconds later, thick hot cum is pushed into my throat and mouth as the man pumps his cock slowly in and out of my throat. I taste his sweet cum on my tongue. Oh God, it's delicious. My reward for being able to please my Sir's guest. Even though the cock in my mouth is my rival's, it still gives me deep pleasure that I can make my Sir's guest happy. Something deep in me wants to please my Sirs. After my rival removes his cock from my mouth, bends down to one knee, and looks me in the eyes. "That felt good Davide boy. Did you enjoy my cock Davide boy?" I respond automatically with "Yes Sir," "Oh, Sir is it? I like that. From now on you will call me Sir. Do you understand, Davide boy?" My face turns red with embarrassment and more tears form in my eyes. He knows I hate it when he calls me Davide. Adding boy to my name only makes me feel more ashamed and weaker than I already am. "Yes Sir, I understand, Sir." "Good, Davide boy. I told you I would get back at you someday. Seeing how low you have gone is payback. Yet, I don't think it is enough. I think at the next poker game you will lose and my reward will be your ass. Understand, Davide boy?" "Yes Sir, I understand, Sir." "Say it, Davide boy" "Sir, at the next poker game I will lose and your reward will be my ass, Sir." I can't believe I just told my rival that I am going to forfeit the game and his reward will be to fuck my hole. Now, this submissive game I am in is flowing over into my normal life. How many more of my neighbors are going to take advantage of my compromised situation? I don't have to wait long. When my revival leaves he calls out "Next!" Looking out the wall's hole to see the coach of my twin's swim team walk in front of me. He smiles at me and pulls out his cock. It must be at least 9 inches long, hard and really to use me. "David, you look good on your knees. I always thought your boys would look good on their knees in front of me." What the fuck! My boy's coach fantasized about my boys. This is fucked up big time! "Yet, having their dad on his knees really to suck me is the next best thing. Who knows maybe sometime it will be your boys. But for now, open up, boy!" Even though I am shocked at what the coach just said, I automatically open my mouth. He forces his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat. I gag on his monster cock. But know I will choke to death if don't relax my throat. Because the coach doesn't seem to care whether or not I gag on his cock. After some time I get control of my gag reflex. The coach must have realized I am no longer gagging since he pumps his cock even deeper into my throat. "AH... that feels good boy. Nice and tight just how I like my boy's holes. I can imagine your boy's holes are even tighter! Fuck! I love those slim bodies. First, I will make them kneel at my feet just in their sexy speedo. Then I make them beg to be fucked. I will bend them over my desk and fuck their tight holes. Every day they will beg to be fucked after I take them for the first time!" The coach fucks my throat with vigor as he tells me his fantasy of using my boys. My submission seems to bring out the sadistic nature of my neighbors. I would have never thought the coach would fantasize about using my boys. Plus, he doesn't seem to care that he's talking about my flesh and blood! They are the boys he is supposed to help and guide them as a mentor. Now I have the image of the coach fucking my sons stuck in my head. Plus, I know he could do it if he wanted to. In our state, the age of consent is 16 so he could legally fuck them especially if they beg him to do it! I fear this bizarre fantasy will come true someday. Finally, the coach pushes his cock deep into my throat and holds it there. I once again hear another grunt above me and my throat expands as pulses of cum are deposited directly into my throat. He holds his cock deep in my throat for a couple of minutes before releasing me. It is a good thing I am a swimmer like my boys so that I can hold my breath for a long time. I wonder if the coach knows about me or just didn't care if I passed out? Will he do the same thing to my twin boys? Would they really beg to be fucked? I know right now if the coach told me to beg him to fuck me, I would. Coach pulls out of me just before was about to pass out. I breathe deeply once the cock releases me from its service. Like my rival, Coach kneels down on one knee. "Boy, you have a good hole to fuck. I wonder if it is like father like sons?" He laughs as he gets up and walks away. Now I am nervous the Coach is going to fuck my twin boys. I wonder how I am going to protect them from their Coach. I doubt he will listen to me now that he has fucked my mouth and stated his intentions towards my sons. I need someone else just as Dominant as Coach to protect my sons. Then Sir Frank comes to mind. Before I can formulate a plan to protect my boys another neighbor steps up in front of me. This time it is the principal of my son's school Since we live in a small all-gay community the school is also part of the gated community. When we realized our three sons are also gay we wanted to protect them from bullies in public schools. So we spent a lot to be part of this community. My sons thrived and they made many friends. But the cost was more than we imagined and when I lost my job we blew through our savings fast! I am afraid we will be forced to move and the boys will be picked on again! "Well, what do we have here? I thought it was you, David. I wouldn't have thought you would be a little slut. Do your boys know how much of a slut you are?" "No Sir... Please don't say anything to them, Sir?" "Oh, `Sir' is it. Is David a submissive too? A slut and submissive what a good combination for some lucky Dom. Tell me Dave are you owned? Does Adam know you are being a slut and subby boy?" "Yes Sir, we came to the party together. The last I saw him, he was serving as a waiter, Sir." "Oh you mean the hot house boy serving drinks? I didn't recognize him without his clothes on. So he is a sub as well?" "Well, not sure Sir. He is a switch, Sir." "Well, he looks like a sub to me." The principal steps up closer to me and pulls out his cock. He rubs it on my lips and I instinctively lick the head of his cock. All this talk about being a sub must have gotten him excited. I taste precum on the head of his cock. "I wonder what your boys would think seeing you kneeling in some dirty shed, sucking all the guys in the neighborhood through a fucking glory hole? Would your boys be disgusted or join you in the holes right to you?" Then my son's principal shoves his cock deep into my throat. After sucking three cocks tonight, a fourth is no problem. As I am sucking, I hear the door of the shed open. I wonder if Sir Jason is here to save me from my humiliation. But I hear another set of footsteps. With the cock stuff in my throat I'm too busy to see who's the other person. He seems to be pushed down to his knees at the second glory hole. I hear chains rattling again. Then the guy is forced to shuffle forward like me. Then I hear a familiar moan. I would know that moan anywhere. The guy next to me is my husband! Once my husband is secured to the wall with his face in the open, Jason walks to the door and opens it. "Second glory hole is now open for business. You are welcome to use our boy's holes. Just make sure they are alive when you are done with them." He turns back to us. "Boys, make me proud. Keep my guests happy. If not well you will not like the punishment you will receive, I will come back to release you in a few hours once all our guests have tasted my boys." He leaves and locks the door behind him. Well, at least no one will be coming and raping us in the ass. I laugh to myself, no they are going to rape our throats instead. I was hoping Adam wouldn't have to experience this humiliation. Everyone that uses us will know we are slut boys of Sir Jason and his family. We will never be able to live this night down. Everyone is going to know what our new neighbors made us into! As I am sucking the principal, hear Adam being fucked by one of our neighbors now. When the guy is done, the principal moves over to Adam and fucks him too. He asks Adam the same embarrassing questions he asked me. Adam calls him Sir like he does everyone else that fucks his throat. I hear him admit he is a sub just like me. The principal asks Adam if our boys are subs like their fathers. To my surprise, he says that he believes they are. That is why they don't have boyfriends. They are waiting for a Dom to take control of all three. But it is hard to find a Dom that will take responsibility for three teenage boys. I cannot believe my husband knows so much about our boys. He does spend a lot more time around them since he is a stay-at-home dad and I work all the time. Well not now much lately. I have a feeling the principal wants to be our son's Dom. Then there is the coach who also has designs on my twins. Then I remember Frank asking about my boys as well. Out of these three Doms, I think I would prefer Frank and his boys. At least we would be together and I could look out for them. At that point, my former boss comes up to my glory hole. He looks down at me with disgust on his face. Then he pushes his cock deep into my throat. I was laid off from my job. Now I do not think my boss will bring me back once they start being people back from the layoffs. I was told it was temporary. Fuck! Now he will never bring me back even if the company does. We are totally screwed! I don't know what we are going to do now. Tears run down my face as my boss fucks me even rougher than anyone else. He calls me a slut, a faggot loser, a fucking slave! Is that what I am now, a slave? After my boss cums down my throat, he spits in my face. "Don't wait for the callbacks, faggot slave. I will not have a slave work for me. I only hire men, not pusses." Now I know for sure I will never get my job back. I wonder who invited by boss to the party? He doesn't even live in the community. After everyone has their taste of us, the door of the shed opens. Jason and Alex come into the shed. "Boys, did you enjoy serving our guest?" "Yes Sir!" We both yell out at the same time. "Good because our father wants to see you two in his den." The boys unlock us from our glory holes. Jason grabs my arm while Alex grabs Adams. They pull us out of the shed. We see everyone has left and the place looks like a mess. "Don't worry about the mess we will have some slaves clean it up in the morning." They both laugh at an internal joke that neither Adam nor I get. Did Frank rent another slave? Still naked we are dragged by our arms into the house and to their father's den. The walls are oak, stained dark brownish red. There is a big desk in the center of the room. Frank is sitting in a big leather-bound chair. The boys release our arms. Adam and I rub our arms unconsciously. The boys retreat to the back wall, leaning against it where their arms folded across their chests. They are now dressed in shorts but no shirt or shoes. Fuck they look hot. I look back at Frank. Dam he is hot too. My stupid dick starts to get hard again. It has been harder tonight than it has ever been! I see Adam is having the same reaction. In front of the desk are two bar stools with a steal rounds top. Frank speaks up, "Please boys please take a seat." We clumsy take a seat on the stools. They are shorter than normal stools. We have to look up at Frank even with him in his chair. "Now boys you have had an interesting night haven't you?" We both say "Yes Sir" together. "Think you both have learned something about yourselves haven't you?" I say "Yes Sir." Then Adam "Yes Sir" just after me. "And what did you learn boys!" He emphasizes `boys' and I understand his meaning. I speak up first "I think I can speak for Adam that we both learned that we are submissives, Sir." Adam just nods his head in confirmation. "Good boys!" "Both you boys did notice we had a slave boy serving at our party tonight. I rented the boy for a month so that my boys can learn how to control a slave properly. I was going to offer to buy him from Father Micheal but now I think we have a better solution. Boys, I have a proposal for you and your family" "Our Family, What do you mean?" "Here me out before interrupting me again, boy!" I look down and say "Sorry Sir." "Good boy and like that you automatically call me Sir and do the same to my boys. Here is my proposal. I know that you two have financial trouble." I wanted to ask how he knew but remember not to interrupt him. He continues without even noticing I want to know how. "Boys, I am a man of means and power. I can look at anyone's financial background. You're about to lose your house. And david boy you lost your job 6 months ago. You have blown through your savings. So you will need to move soon and take a job way below what you used to making. Most likely your boys and Adam will need to get jobs too. Your boys will then have to quit school and never be able to go to college." Tears start to form in my eyes as Frank spells out our future lives. It is going to be hell to start all over. "But boys I have a proposal that would change all that if Adam, you, and your boys agree." I couldn't help but interrupt him. "Our boys, how are...." I am cut off. "Boy, I am speaking. Do not interrupt me again or I will need to punish you!" Punish me! My eyes widen. Suddenly I am scared of this man. What is he going to propose that could possibly change our blink future? I jump on my stool when I hear a loud slap. Look behind me to see Jason is holding a paddle and slapping his other hand with it. Shit! Frank is serious about punishment! "As I was saying. I have a proposal for your whole family! Like I said we are looking for slaves to own. My sons need playthings to use and release their pent-up energy. I need some boys to keep the house clean, do the laundry, and take care of the yard work, and of course fuck!. In short, I want to own your family." I start to speak but again cut off! "Boy, I told you not to interrupt me. Boys bend Adam over my desk and give him a spanking." Jason and Alex grab Adam's arms, forcing him over Frank's desk. While Alex holds Adam down, Jason gives Adam five hard spanks of the wooden paddle on his ass. I look at Adam and then the boys with shock. I see tears rolling down Adam's face. "Boys, you may release him." Adam automatically rubs his red ass. "Adam, you may sit back down." I watch as Adam obeys, moaning as he sits on the stool. I see his dick is now rock-hard. Did Adam get off on being spanked? "Now are you going to interrupt me again, boy" I softly say, "No Sir!" "I didn't hear you, BOY!" I yell out "NO SIR!" Dam, Frank really intimidates me! I can see he does the same to Adam. "Now where was I? Oh yes, owning your family. Your family, yes your boys too, will become me and my boy's slaves. Your family will obey us without question. Your family will be used for both domestic and sexual services. At this party, you saw a taste of what it would be like to be our slaves. I think you both enjoyed yourselves tonight. Am I right?" "Yes Sir," we both agree. "I thought so. In exchange for giving your family to me and my boy, I will pay off your house, give you a job, and send your boys to college. After they finish college they will have a job waiting for them at my company. Now because I am giving your boys jobs after college, they will need to study something useful for my business. Also, your boys will be personal slaves to my boys and your two will be my slaves. However, you and boys will obey any command from any of us. When I say any command I mean any! You cannot refuse an order from one of us. Now, I know you will need to discuss this with yourself and your boys. Do you think you can convince your boys to agree to my terms?" Before I can speak up, Adams says, "Yes Sir I think I can convince the boys to agree to your terms." What the fuck! It is like Adam has already made up his mind about being these men's slaves! I raise my hand afraid to talk out of turn and be punished. "Yes boy, what is your question?" "Sir how long will we... have to be your slaves." "Well boys, since I would be investing in my property. You two will be my slaves forever or until I decide to sell you. For your boys, once they graduate college then I will sign them over to my sons for a 10-year leasing contract. For those ten years, their earrings will be automatically deposited in my personal account. Once they pay off their debt to me with interests and the least contract is completed then they can choose either to stay slaves to my sons or be freed. If however, they don't pay off their debt in those ten years then the leasing contract will be extended another 5 years and another 5 years until the debt is paid in full. If for some reason the debt is paid off earlier than ten years or the extended five-year cycles then for the rest of the contract they will be slaves to my sons. I would no longer be their owner. If for some reason my sons don't want them for the rest of the 10 or 5-year contracts then your sons will revert back to me. In any case, my sons or I cannot sell your son's slavery contract." I am stunned at what Frank just laid out. "Also, if your sons do not agree to this agreement then the deal is off. My sons and I want your whole family. This agreement is non-negotiable. Take it or leave it." I remember what both the coach and the principal said. They want to own my boys too. They could end up being split up by different owners. I remember what Adam revealed about our boys' submissive tendency and wanting to be owned by the same person. This would be perfect for them. They would get an education and a job in exchange for being sexual playthings and houseboys for these men. Then wouldn't have to leave the community the grow up in. It doesn't sound so bad. At least they wouldn't have to be in debt for half their lives to pay for college. What scares me is that Adam and I would be Frank's slaves forever or until he wants to sell us. Forever, that could be another 40 or more years. What about being sold to some stranger? I then raise my hand again. "Yes, boy?" "What do you mean you could sell Adam and me?" "Well since you would be my permanent property it would be my right to sell you if I so choose. Of course, if you continue to please me then I will have no reason to sell you." I raise my hand again "Yes, boy?" "What happens if something happens to you, Sir?" "Now that is a good question. Since you two would be my property then my sons would inherit both of you. If they don't want you then they could always sell either one of you to a new owner of their choosing. Let me be frank boys. Once you sign the slavery contracts you two will be my property to do as I see fit. If you outlive me then you would be the property of my sons. You can never terminate the contract. Only I can or my sons if they inherit you. However, I would never free you, and nor would you two want to be free. You two are born to be enslaved. It's who and what you are. It is clear as day! Also, once you sign the contracts you will be collared, naked at all times, and in chastity. If I let you wear clothes it will be of my choosing. The same goes for your boys. They will be my property until their debt is paid and their contract ends. When your boys go to school they will wear what my boys want them to. They will have no right to choose anything in their lives. Do I make myself clear, boys?" "YES SIR", we both yell out. "Good, all the details of your enslavement are in these five Slavery Contracts. Included with the five Slavery Contracts are also five Power of Attorney documents, five Advance Directive documents, and three Adoption papers. Take them home. Read them carefully. If you all agree to be enslaved then have them signed in three days' time. For your sons, post-date the Power of Attorney and Advance Directive documents for their 18th birthdays. In the meantime, you boy David will be sleeping with me tonight, and boy Adam you will be sleeping with my boys. In the morning, I expect breakfast to be served in our bed and then the house and yard to be cleaned up. Think of tonight and tomorrow as a test run for what your life will be like as my property. When you leave tomorrow you will go home naked as you are now. Now stand." We both stand up. "Boy David follow me. Boy Adam follow my sons." The men leave the den and we follow what most like they are our Masters already. As we walk down the hall it is not lost on me that Sir Frank added three Adoption papers with the Slavery Contracts. Sir Frank plans on adopting our sons. We illegally wouldn't be their parents anymore. It scares me to give up my parental rights to Frank. They would be his sons, not ours. Yet it makes sense since they would be his slaves. What better way to own them than to adopt them as his own sons? It would give him more rights to do with them as he chooses. I then imagine Adam, me, and my boys naked, collared, in chastity, and kneeling in front of Frank and his boys. The thought makes my dick hard and leak as I follow Frank to his bedroom.

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Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2024 01:42:16 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: Owning my Family - Chapter 2 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, including teens and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on. Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Characters: Frank - Master and Father of Twin boys. New neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door Alex - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. Jason - Master and Son of Frank. One of Frank's twin boys. David - Submissive, married to Adam and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins Adam - Submissive, married to David and Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins POV - Master Frank As I watch my twin sons release my new boys from their service in the shed, I think that tonight went exactly as planned. Bringing in boy david's poker rival helped get the boy to see that his submissiveness reaches past tonight and into his normal life. As expected he agreed to forfeit the next poker game and give up his asshole to his rival to fuck. Well, that most likely will not happen because I will own his ass before the next game. Well, it is good I installed the cameras in the shed. It helped my plan. It took some convincing to bring the son's coach and principal on board my plan. I had to offer up the son's holes when they're at school. So, they went along with my plan to implant suggestions into the father's minds about taking advantage of their sons. I knew their fatherly instinct would make them see that my owning their boys instead would be better. They naively think they are protecting their boys. Instead, just the opposite is going to happen. Not only will the coach and principal have full access to the son's holes but I will have full ownership of them to do as I please. It was the icing on the cake when boy Adam said that his sons wanted to be owned by the same man. The fathers naively think they will be better off with me than the coach or the principal. Well in the end they will, maybe. Yet, the cost will be their entire family's freedom. It was pure luck that I ran across boy David's boss when shopping at a leather store downtown. He's a pure asshole, feeling that all submissives are worthless faggots. He was there to buy restraints for one of his newest submissive fags. So, it wasn't hard to invite him to my housewarming party. It was priceless seeing him degrade boy David and tell him that he will never bring him back from the layoff. He basically told the boy he was fired for good. That just added to his family's financial pressures. I think, his last hope was that his company would bring him back from his layoff. This only played into my hand, making the boy desperate to agree to my offer. In his mind, he has no choice. And boy Adam just goes along with whatever my boys and I want. I believe he will convince his sons to take the deal. Well, now they have no future without me and my boys. Also, the principal and coach both agreed not to punish my sons when they dominate and bully my new slave boys at school. Now that the younger generation is more open to any alternative lifestyle, they most likely will not be shocked seeing my new slaves dress slutty and on leaches behind my sons. I told my sons that they will need to keep metal collars on the slaves 24/7. The students and teachers will get used to slave boys running around the hall, especially since the principal won't do anything about it. Over time, it will become normal. I think my sons will have fun at school now. It wouldn't surprise me that my sons fuck their slaves wherever they can around the school. They are natural show-offs. So, having slave boys they can show off will make them extra horny. Plus, I plan to get on the school board. I know boy Adam is on the board to represent the parent's interests. Well, when I adopt his sons he will no longer be a parent so he will have to resign. I will order him to appoint me as his interim replacement board member. He is just starting his second 2-year term. So, I will be on the board until all my sons, old and new graduate. I can help lift restrictions on the dress codes and get the rest of the school board to warm up to the idea that some boys like to be bullied and dominated. Pairing boys who like to be bullied with other boys who enjoy domination will be a good thing. This is because the boys who don't want to be bullied will be free of their bullies. As a result, the school will be more accepting of the slave ownership lifestyle. I smile at the thought of bringing about a managed bullying environment instead of the stupid idea of banning bullying altogether. Bans don't work with young adults. They just find ways to do it outside of school or online. By channeling a dominant's aggression to someone who wants it is a much better solution to manage the bullying issues. I will suggest creating a standard test to determine who is dominant and who is submissive. Then pair the dominants with the submissives. Of course, the dominant will get to choose his submissive based on the compatibility rating in the standard test. We can make a whole program around it with special classes for both the dominants and submissives. At the end of the program, they will sign a Contract of Servitude and have a Collaring Ceremony. By the time all my boys graduate they will have their naked slaves kneeling at their feet in the classroom, only in their chastity devices and collars. As for the enslaved fathers, they'll be even more controlled than their sons. I plan on enslaving them for life. My sons might even inherit them if they live longer than me. First, after they and their sons sign the `Slavery Contracts', the `Power of Attorney, and the `Advance Directive', I will be able to speak on their behalf for all financial and medical matters. Of course, after adopting their sons I will be able to make all financial and medical decisions for their sons too. The second step will be to strip all five slaves naked, collar them, and put all five in chastity. It will remind the slaves that every second of their day they chose to become my property. The third step is to take away all forms of ID and lock them in my safe. That way the slaves cannot leave the country. The fourth step is to pay off their house and put it in my name. The fifth step is to close all financial and social accounts, cancel their phones, and put a freeze on all credit with the three credit bureaus. That way they cannot borrow money to be able to escape their enslavement for some reason if they have second thoughts. The sixth step is to change their house into slave quarters / stables. I think it will be good for now to keep up some appearances that show that they are still free. But their days of having house parties are over. Their house will be bare of only the essentials that slaves need to live. They will literally live under lock and key, my locks and my keys. In time, the whole community will see them as slaves and accept their new status. But for now, we need to keep up appearances. When their neighbors start to see them at the grocery store with collars on them they will realize what they really are, slaves. The last step will be to add a privacy fence around their yard and remove the fence between our adjoining yards. That way they can come over and serve us without needing clothes on. All the houses in our community are ranches, single-story homes with basements. We are a community of gay and gay-friendly families. So, the idea is to keep our privacy. Not having two-story homes keeps neighbors from looking at each other's backyards from a second story. Most of the homes are longer ranches with normal than bigger basements. Therefore, the basement of the slave's home will be a good place for a dungeon. I smile at my plan as my boys drag my new potential slaves into my den naked as they should be. They look well used and prime for what they are about to hear. So, they will be in the right mindset for what I am about to layout for their future. I am amused that boy David tried to interrupt me twice. I think it is fitting that his husband should be punished for his mistakes. He tries to be a protective husband and father but when it comes to Dominants he just submits like a born slave. His guilt is his own undoing. Seeing his husband punished for his mistake made him feel guilty and pushes him to be more submissive to me so his husband doesn't get hurt. I had to laugh to myself when he sees his husband with a hard-on after his spanking. These two are going to be fun to play them against each other. I love playing chess and these boys are my pawns. I am their King and Queen all rolled up in one. All powerful rulers of their lives. It is going to be so much fun ruling my kingdom of slaves. I walk out of my den not even looking back at who I know is following me. I open double doors at the end of the hall to a Master bedroom. I chose this house because has two large Master bedrooms, one on each end of the house's main hall. The living room is in the middle of the house and opens up to the pool. There are full showers in both Master bedrooms. I stand next to the bed and tell my boy to kneel at my feet. "Boy kiss my feet and give me the respect I'm due." Boy David walks up to me and kneels at my feet. Then he bends over and kisses one then the other. Dam he looks good bent over showing how submissive the boy is. That ass looks good. I lean over and spank his ass a couple of times on each cheek. Such a big ass that wiggles when it is spanked. I think I will have to spank it before fucking it each time. "Boy, remove my clothes, I need a shower." "Yes Sir!" The boy removes my sandals then he lowers my shorts. Of course, I always go commando. I can see he is watching my cock, licking his lips. The boy is eager to suck my cock again. Yet the boy needs to learn restraint. This is not about his need to suck me. I know boys like him love to suck cock but it needs to be when I want to be sucked. "Boy, what are you waiting for? Continue to strip your Master," I wanting to test his response when referring to myself as his Master. "Ah... Sorry, Yes Master!" Good, he called me Master. The boy is a natural-born slave. Seeing shame on his face for keeping me waiting, he now quickly stands and removes my shirt. You need to keep slaves in their submissive state of mind all the time. Eventually, it will be their natural mindset. Just need to untrain what society has corrupted in their minds with the idea that they are free boys. So I just need to keep pushing the slave to retrain its minds to stay in its natural mindset of servitude. "Boy, follow me." I walk to the bathroom into an open walk-in shower with no shower doors. I like an open plan so I can use the entire bathroom for pissing on my slaves. The whole bathroom can be hosed down. Plus, I had hooks installed all over the bathroom. "Boy, step into the shower and get the water ready for me. There is a temperature reading on the wall. I like my showers 100 degrees. Once the water is ready then you can ask your Master if I would like a shower. The boy works the handles until the temperature reads 100 degrees. "Master, would you like to take a shower?" Good, the slave used Master again. The more he calls me Master the more it will believe that I am his true Master. By the time he leaves tomorrow, he will be thinking of me as its Master. "Yes, Good slave!" I walk under the water and get my face and hair wet. "Boy, now wash your Master. Use the body liquid soap in the pump on the wall." The slave pumps body soap into his hand and then bends down and starts to wash my feet and legs. I lift my right leg and put it on the boy's knee. "Wash between the toes, slave." He washes each toe and between them. He works its way up my leg. I then lower my foot to the floor and lift my right foot so he can do the same to it. "Slave, next time you will lift my feet and put it on your knees when washing me." I turn around showing my asshole to him. "Wash my ass and get my hole nice and clean. You will be getting your tongue in it once I'm in the bed. I like a tongue in my hole before going to sleep. I feel his small hands on my ass. The slave rubs between my cheeks, rubbing my hole nicely. I imagine his tongue in my hole while I drift off to sleep. Now, I turn around, showing him my big cock and balls. He instinctively reaches for my cock, licking it clean of precum that I have been building up since I fucked its mouth earlier. With his mouth open, staring at my cock, I feed him more precum. Like a good slut, he eagerly licks the head clean. "Don't forget my balls, slave!" He mumbles, "Yes Master!," as he reaches for my balls with his other hand. I moan, loving his small delicate hands washing my manhood. He's not a man. I'm the man of his life now! I am rock hard now but order my slave to continue washing the rest of me. He works his way up my 6-pack abs to my well-defined chest with big round nipples. As he washes my chest, he squeezes my pecs, testing how strong I am. I smile down at him knowing my pecs are all muscle like the rest of my body. I worked my body to perfection. So, I deserve to be worshiped. That is exactly what my slave is doing as he washes me. In time, he will see me as more than just Master and Owner but his God. He will worship the ground I stand on. I smile at the thought. After all, isn't that what slaves are meant for, to worship the Owners with all their heart, mind, body, and soul? I turn around so the slave can wash my back. He rubs soap all over my muscular back. His soft hands feel good. I moan again as he rubs up the center of my back and then spreads his hands over my wide shoulders. I feel him trace my muscles knowing he's admiring his Master. This is good. The more he admires and worships me, the more submissive he will become. I want him to dream about me by the time he leaves tomorrow morning. He works my neck muscles helping me relax yet causing my cock to stir even more. This slave knows how to give a deep muscle massage. He will need to give me massages every day from now on. It will be nice to come home from a hard day's work to a massage from my slave. Next, he washes my hair and face. I close my eyes loving how tenderly he cleans my face. Dam, he has some useful talents. I am pleased I picked him to be my slave. If the other four slaves' are as talented as this one, then I will have found five treasures to own. I rinse my face and spin around to rinse the rest of my body clean. Then I step out of the shower. "Dry me slave," nodding to a couple of warm towels hanging from the rack. The slave kneels at my feet and lifts my foot putting it on its knee. Good, he learns quickly. He works up my leg and does the same to my other leg. I smile down at him and he blushes. It is not lost on me that his cock is sticking out hard and horny as a slave should be. He then works my ass, rubbing my hole. I smile that he's learning quickly how to please me. He works up my back and arms. Then works on my cock and balls next. I'm just as hard as my slave now. Dam, I will need to fuck him before going to bed now. He works on my chest, seeing that he loves worshiping me. He drys my hair and face as a loving husband would do. I wonder if he might be falling in love with me. Well, good slaves should love their Master. I can't take it anymore! I pick him up over my shoulder, carry him out of the bathroom, and then throw him on my bed. I laugh at the shocked look on his face. "Slave, grab the lube on the nightstand", pointing to his left. He bends over quickly grabs the lube and looks at me now with longing eyes. Fuck! I love how tone his body is with just the right amount of muscles to show off all his assets. Plus, he looks flexible to bend however I like. I grab his calves and pull him so his nice round ass is just over the bed's edge. "Slave, lube up my cock and its hole!" I smile at the bitch while he lubes up my cock and pushes his lubed fingers into his own hole. We don't break eye contact all the while he gets himself ready to be taken by his Master. "Line up my cock, slave!" He aims my cock at his hole and I push forward. Dam! He's tight. "Push out slave, let me in!" I feel the resistance of his hole lessen, allowing my cock to enter him. YES! Fuck, he's just as tight as my son said earlier. His eyes go wide as he feels for the first time in his life, how wide his hole can be stretched with the right cock in it. I smile at him as I push deeper into his hole. I see the pain in his eyes but the lust of wanting to please his Master. Like all slaves, the lust and deep need to please always wins out over the pain. I keep eye contact to read what is going through the slave's mind. I can see conflict in them. DAM! I love that he will please me despite the pain he needs to endure. "Slave, wants its Master's cock, doesn't it?" He moans from the pain, yet whispers, "Yes Master!" Yeah, I know he will take the pain to please me. "Keep pushing out slave, allow its Master to claim its hole." He completely ignores that I referred to him as an `IT'. Yet, later he will realize that's what he is. I push even more of my cock deep into his hole. I see more pain register on his face. Yet, he doesn't complain as a natural slave must do. I work slowly so his hole will adjust. Even though my son Alex's cock is longer, my cock is 1.5 times wider. It is good that Alex fuck him a few hours earlier to prepare his hole for me. I start to hear him moan as my cock rubs at his prostrate or as I like to say his 'p-spot'. I stop, pull out, and then back in a little farther. He moans and grunts some as the pain mixes with pleasure. With each thrust, I plunge my cock into his hole. The entire time he doesn't look away from my demanding stare. I see the lust, fear, pain, and overwhelming need for me to take his hole. To claim him as my own. The deeper I plunged my cock, the stronger the need becomes. He'll never forget the first time his Master claims his hole. Finally, I push my cock to the root and hold it in his hole. The longer I hold my entire cock in his hole, the more he wants me to use him, to fuck him, to claim him as my property. I wait until he cannot stand it anymore and begs me to fuck him. "Please Master.... Please... I need you...Master!" I see tears start to form in his eyes and then I know he's desperate enough to be claimed. That is when I pull all the way out and then slam hard to the root again. He grunts with pain then moans. Again, I pull out and slam down hard into his hole. Each hard deep fuck makes him want me even more. "OH! YES MASTER!", he yells out between the moans and grunts. "Feel your Master inside it, SLAVE!". "OH GOD! YES MASTER! IT FEELS SO GOOD MASTER", yelling out in desperation. With the doors of my bedroom left opened, I'm sure his husband can hear him scream with pleasure. In fact, I think I hear his slut of a husband being used by my boys now! With our eyes still locked, "Who owns its hole, slave?" "YOU DO, MASTER!" "Tell me, slave, Tell me who owns you!" "YOU OWN ME, MASTER" "Who owns your whore of a husband?" "YOU DO, MASTER, YOU OWN MY HUSBAND, MASTER!" Now for the real test of how far it will go to please me. "Who owns your sons, slave? "YOU DO, MASTER, YOU OWN MY SONS, MASTER!" "Do you give me your husband, your sons, and yourself to me as your Owner?" "YES, MASTER! I GIVE YOU MY HUSBAND, MY SONS, AND MYSELF TO YOU, YOU OWN US, MASTER!" With that omission, I bend him over and kiss my slave passionately, using my tongue to dominate his mouth while still fucking him hard and deep! He returns my kiss with just as much passion, letting me take complete control over his body and mind. I grab him around his back with my strong arms, holding his bent body tightly to mine. This pushes his ass further in the air allowing my cock even deeper in his hole. I feel him moan as I kiss him. There is no more pain now. Just the pleasure of my cock. That's all that matters now! My cock is his sole purpose. He knows this now! I pick up my slave, continuing to fuck and kiss him as I walk around my room using his weight to get as deep as I can in his still tight hole. I then slam his back against the wall. My slave is trapped between me and the wall. His mind and body are bending to my will. He will remember this fuck for the rest of his life. It's the fuck that broke his will to resist me. Anytime he tries to resist he will remember this fuck. The fuck that allows me to own him and his whole family! The thought of owning his entire family drives me to fuck him harder. I move all around the room, fucking him everywhere I can, on the dresser, in my favorite leather-bound chair, and finally against the window facing the front yard. Anyone passing by will see my slave being fucked hard. I even turn him around so his face is pressed against the window. I have lights on in my room so the neighbors walking by will see him completely, naked and fucked!. He is now moaning loudly like the slut he is. The sounds of his moans and my ramming his hole, should get the attention of anyone walking by. I look out to see two twin teenage boys walking by giggling. I smile at them and they turn to look at us. Their shocked faces are priceless. They yell out "Dad!" I stare at them as I continue to fuck their father. The shock on their faces slowly turns to lustful stares. They start rubbing each other's dicks through their shorts, while they have their other arms around each other shoulders. I keep a dominating stare at them as I did with their father. I see lust mixed with a longing to be where their father is. Their will is already starting to break. My window is right in front of a street light that they are standing under. They're shirtless with shorts and sandals on. The shorts come to their mid-thigh like the young boys are doing now. Their shorts are tight around their slim bodies, revealing their hard dicks that are pointing down their legs. These boys are hung. It's just more to play with and torment once I own them completely. The process of ownership has just begun as I stare into their eyes. I laugh to myself, they don't realize they are looking at their future owner. As I continue to stare, I hear moans from outside. The street light is like a spotlight down on them. So, I can see wet spots forming in their shorts. The boys must have shot a load. I see their faces turn red with embarrassment and run home. It looks like they may get embarrassed easily like their father. I can use that to my advantage. My slave David must also be embarrassed by seeing his sons witnessing their father being fucked in front of them. Then to watch as they get off on watching me use him must have been even more embarrassing for my poor helpless slave. I continue to fuck my slave against the window for another half hour when another teen walks by. He turns to us with his mouth open. Just like the twins, he yells out "Dad" when he realizes who is getting fucked. I stare him down just like the twins. He puts his hand down his shorts rubbing his dick, not able to break eye contact with me. Just like the twins he is shirtless with sandals on. His body has a bit more muscles on his frame. Thick legs like he rides his bike a lot. Yet, his arms and chest are well defined as well. He has blond hair and blue eyes, like his father Adam. His face matches slave Adam's angelic face. I bet Adam is his biological father. Yet, that will not matter once I adopt him as my son and slave. I will be his new father and owner. I ride or run daily, alternating between riding and running. So, might take him out every day for a ride and a run while he follows his Master around the neighborhood. I might keep him in small spandex shorts so I can show off his young muscular body. My collar around his neck will show everyone he's mine. We could stop at our the community's nude pool and pull him along on a leash naked as a slave should be. Order him to get me drinks or snacks from the bar. The more the neighbors see my slaves serving me the more they will get used to seeing me as their true owners. Once again, I hear a moan from outside and know that the boy had an orgasm watching his father get fucked by what will be his owner soon! The boy runs home ashamed like the twins did. Those boys are going to be so much fun to embarrass. Plus, putting new slaves in embarrassing situations is good training. It helps them realize they no longer have control over what happens to them. Over time, they will become less embarrassed about losing control of their lives and accept their life is not theirs to control. The sight of my potential new slave boys shooting their loads while watching me fuck their father, pushes me over the edge. I slam my cock deep as I can and release a volley of cum into my slave's hole. I scream out with a roar causing my slave's whole body to shake. At that moment my slave shoots his load all over the window. I bend over and whisper in my slave's ear. "It is mine now, forever mine!" laughing at the thought of taking ownership of his family next! I feel my slave shudder at the realization of what just happened to him and his whole family. "Your boys had the first glimpse of my power. You will hand them over to me so they can feel what you just felt." My slave just nods his head not able to form words to express his feelings right now. Yet, I know how a slave's mind works. This is the most pleasure he has ever had in his entire life. He wants everyone to experience it too, especially its sons and the slut of a husband. In his mind, he has been marked as mine. I pick him up and carry him still impaled on my half-hard cock. We go back to the bathroom. "Squeeze your hole tightly slave as I pull out of you. Don't let your Master's seed spill out!" I feel him squeeze as I lift him off my cock. My cock is now all shiny from cum and ass juices. I push my slave up against the bathroom wall. Holding him there with my hand in the middle of his back and my other hand opening a drawer of the vanity. I pull out a butt plug. It is wider than my cock so that it will stay in. I push it to his hole with a hard shove. He grunts in pain as I force his hole around the base of the plug. Finally, his hole swallows the plug. I release his back. "That should keep my seed in its hole. Now kneel at my feet, slave." He quickly kneels on the hard tile floor. "Clean my cock, slave!" He doesn't hesitate and starts licking the head and then up and down the half-hard shaft. Soon, he swallows my cock all way to the root and then up and back down again. It doesn't take long for my cock to get hard again. "FUCK! It's eager, isn't it? Well, I need some sleep so stop and wash your Master again." My slave reluctantly pulls off my cock and looks up at me with a sad face. I shake my head no. He lowers his head with disappointment. I smile knowing he's already addicted to my cock. I know he wants me to fuck him again but you can't let slaves top from the bottom. That would just make you the slave instead and I will not allow that to ever happen. It is something I trained my boys to look out for too. I walk into the open shower stall and look back at my slave. "WELL, WHAT THE HELL IS IT WAITING FOR? GET TO WORK,SLAVE," yelling at him with determination. That got him to respond and quickly crawls to my feet. He stands just enough to get a liquid soap on the wall to coat both of his hands then kneeled at my feet again. I smile down at him as he remembers to lift one leg and sit on his knee. Well, I can see he's trainable. This time he washes me faster since I still had a determined look on my face. When he is done I step out of the shower and I'm pleased to se him take the second warm towel and dries me with it. I pointed at the laundry hamper and he throughs the used towels in it. Pointing to a stack of small well-used towels above the toilet. He understands and drys himself with one of the rough-looking towels. Those towels are used and old to make a point that he isn't worthy of a fresh new towel. New towels are for his Master only. It's these little things that re-train slaves to understand their station in life. "Hurry slave, I want to get to bed now." I walk out of the bathroom without looking back. He finishes drying himself as fast as he can and then runs after me. I lay face down on the bed and grab a pillow. Without even looking at him, I say, "Lick my hole, slave. Get in there and make love to your Owner!" I feel him crawl onto the bed and between my legs. His small hands grab my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. I feel his warm breath against my hole and then a nice warm tongue. I relax more, loving my slave's tongue. "Spread me wider, slave. Really get that tongue in there. Make your Master feel good." He spreads my hole even more and pushes his tongue deep into my hole. I softly say, "Yes, that feels real good slave. Make love to your Owner. Work my hole. You're a natural ass licker, you know that slave. I'm looking forward to this every night from now on!" I close my eyes, enjoying my slave making love to me. Yes, this is how I will end my day every night. I wonder if the other young slaves will be as talented at working my hole as their father? Maybe I should have all five slaves lick my entire body. I fall asleep with the image of slaves licking each part of my body at the same time. This is going to be a wonderful life.

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Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2024 12:50:50 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: 7 days a slave part 7 ( authoritative) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . 7 days a slave ( part 7 ) Sunday When I awoke in the morning he was already up and to my surprise he brought me in a cup of coffee ! " there you go ! I bet you didn't expect that did you ! Y'see I am not all bad. " . He sat on the bed and was smiling and he seemed to showing me a different side to him. " I have enjoyed myself this last week and I know you have too . You have been an excellent slave ! I intend on using you in the future whether you agree or not . However, it would be better if you agree. I want to use you whenever and wherever and however I choose. I have needs and you are going to be a compliant sub . Of course I can make it worth your while . I am a generous man . I have certain needs and you will provide them. What do you think? " . I was surprised but I knew I wanted more of him. " okey Tony , yes I was initially angry and felt a complete fool but something happened to me during the week and I don't understand it but I grew to like it . It's all I ever think about ! So ok yes Sir I will eagerly be your obedient sub. " He smiled leaned forward and kissed me . " of course our original deal hasn't finished yet so after that you will be my regular sub " I replied " so is that the surprise you had for me?" . He smiled and said " oh no firstly I have something nice for you to wear ! " . I was thrilled thinking he might have bought me a shirt or something. However he gave me a small box gave which I opened and it was a chastity cage for my cock ! " put it on slave and say thank you!" . I didn't know what to do with it but once I recovered from my shock I figured it out. It had two keys and he pocketed both of them. I was a bit unnerved as I didn't know what this entailed . " I don't understand? " I asked . He explained that I was his slave and he wanted to lock my cock up until he alone wanted it and that was it . I realised I could still piss but I was worried how my erect cock would cope in it. " Get used to being my bitch and it will help you from getting hard when I am not here. Oh there is something else that's happening at 10 o clock this morning " he chuckled to himself . I frowned as I wondered what he meant. " well my caged bitch , get showered and ready for another surprise !" I showered and dressed and went down stairs to get us both some breakfast. Tony was drinking a lot of tea and a lot of water. At 10am the doorbell rang and I opened it expecting maybe to see Bruno again but it was my friend Dave. I felt really awkward as Tony was here and he might discover how I had `sorted out' my debt problem. Before I could do anything Tony was beside me and he said " oh come in Dave " . I was totally surprised. " well now I have my two cocksuckers together " Tony said with a laugh. I looked at Dave and we both blushed with embarrassment. " yes my cocksucker from work and my cock sucker from the card game! . Right let's go into the lounge ". I was mortified ! It was one thing he using me privately but now my friend knew ! We all went into the lounge and Tony turned and stood with his feet wide apart and unzipped and got his cock out. " I want you both to lick my balls and suck my cock!" This was SO embarrassing . Dave and I were hesitant as both of us didn't want to go first admitting we were Tony's cock suckers . Tony took the initiative and said " listen both of you ! it's ok as I have told him about your activities at work Dave and I have been using him all week as my slave to pay off his debt. So get down on your knees and suck my cock , you pair of cocksuckers ! " We were both stunned at this point as he had revealed both of our dark secrets. We descended to our knees and both started licking his balls and sucking his cock . It was so degrading for us both. With each hand he held our heads firm into his groin. " that's it lads take it in turns to suck my cock!" . You could hear the laughter in his voice. He then started slapping his hard cock across our faces to humiliate us even further. He laughed out loud as he did this and said " a fucking stupid pair of cock sucking slags pleasing their Master". After a while he zipped up and told us to get up and go into the kitchen and kneel down in there on the tiled floor . He came behind us and was drinking some more water. He came round to face us. Then he took his cock out again and just waited. I assumed he wanted us to continue sucking etc but he told us to wait. He was looking down at both of us and smiling and smirking. Then he released a jet of piss over both of us. Dave tried to jump up but Tony held his head still . I remained still and accepted it. Tony laughed out loud and carried on pissing over us both. Dave was protesting but he still had to take it. Our hair and faces and clothes were covered in piss. Finally he finished and shook the last drops off and then wiped his cock along my lips. " well done my little sluts now I must be off . Would you like a lift home David as you are a bit damp " he laughed at his joke. " Also David I have decided to stop using you at work to suck my cock anymore as I have found someone new. " he looked at me and smiled. " haven't I slut ? " . I replied " yes Master you have ". Dave looked at me in astonishment and said " he has used us both , I tried to warn you but you are a bloody fool aren't you ?". " I guess I am Dave but it's fine as I think I have enjoyed being a fool . Take care Dave . See you soon" . I replied . Tony and Dave left and Tony said that he had my phone number and he would be in touch very soon. A new episode was starting in my life. Postscript : I have been Sirs sub now for many months now . He controls me entirely. He has trained me so I find it exciting to be used and I feel so proud when I please him. He has taken me to certain private parties where he gets his friends to use and abuse me. They laugh as they take it turns to use me or one or two take me into a bedroom. Sometimes he puts something in my drinks to make me more `pliable' for these men to use. I wake up sometimes and find someone fucking me and/ or a cock in my mouth or people pissing on me. He has made me give up my job. He has done a deal with my landlord and has taken over the tenancy so he pays the rent so its his house now and it locks me into him even more firmly. He has a key to the house so he arrives whenever he likes. Sometimes it's late and I am in bed and I awake as he is forcing himself into me . He literally controls my life. I can't even masturbate anymore because of the chastity cock cage but it's fine really . He regularly uses me and enjoys making me beg to cum for him . I know his rich friends pay him to use me to fulfil their lusts. Things I am too embarrassed to even write here . He has a lot of videos of me doing so many degrading things. It started as 7 days a slave and it's now been over 7 months. I am addicted to being his slave so even if I could stop ( which I can't) I don't think I ever would. It's my life now , he owns my body and my mind , I am Masters sub bitch and I love it.

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Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2024 22:43:47 +0000 From: rogerkent7@outlook.com Subject: 7 days a slave part 6 ( authoritative ) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . 7 days a slave ( part 6 ) Saturday I was awake early the next morning . I always loved the weekend as it meant I didn't have to go to work. However this weekend would be different as Tony would be arriving and sleeping over . I had a vacuum clean through the house but especially the bedroom. By 1.30pm I was douched, showered and waiting anxiously for his arrival at 2pm. His visits during the evening were brief but this would be different . All afternoon , evening and overnight. At 2pm precisely he knocked on my door and to my surprise he wasn't alone! There was another guy with him . He was well built and tall and looked a bit menacing. He looked like a stereotypical night club bouncer . They just walked in as if they owned the place. Tony said " hello slave take my coat and this is Bruno , he handles jobs for me. " . I took his coat and hung it up. I couldn't hold back my curiosity and asked . " I am wondering why he is here ?" . " I think you mean ` I am wondering why he is here MASTER! Don't you slave ? " " oh yes sorry Sir ` I am wondering why he is here Master ?" . I felt really embarrassed addressing him as Master in front of this stranger. " yes Bruno is here because I want to reward him and that's all you need to know for now slag " . They both strutted into the lounge and plonked themselves down, Bruno on the sofa and Tony in the armchair. " Get a beer for Bruno and wine for me " he barked his order out. I retreated to the kitchen . My mind was in a whirl. Did he expect me to have sex with Bruno ? I returned with their drinks and a wine for myself. " now listen to me , you agreed to be my slave and that's what you have been all week. From tomorrow you will be free again. But being my slave means I own you don't I ? . It wasn't a question it was a statement. He continued " now, as my property I can do what I like with you and what I want is for you to please Bruno for this afternoon and then he will be on his way . Now that's not too hard is it ? Of course if you can't you can just pay me what you owe me can't you ? " he looked so smug as he sat there as he knew I couldn't pay him. I looked at Bruno and found nothing to admire in him. He sat there looking at me like I was a piece of meat to be devoured. " right that's settled then " Tony continued. " so strip for us slag and then get on your knees " . I felt so embarrassed performing in front of Bruno. Somehow I had accepted stripping in front of Tony but both of them looking at me was humiliating. As I started to strip Bruno said "wait " and he stood up and put a blindfold on me. I heard him sit down as I continued to strip. Being blindfolded seemed to help as I couldn't see their leering faces . Once I was naked I knelt and waited. I heard Bruno get off the sofa and I felt his presence in front of me . I heard his zip go down and then a rustle as I imagined his cock and balls being pulled out . Then I felt a big hand gripping my hair. " open that wet mouth you fucking dirty slag ! " I heard his deep voice say. Then his hot cock was pushed into my mouth and I could feel him thrusting into me . It felt even longer than Tony's but not as thick . Then he released his grip on my hair and both hands were squeezing my nipples. Suddenly my cock sprung up in excitement . I heard Tony say " oh he must like that the pathetic cock sucking slag" and he chuckled to himself. Bruno was choking me with his cock and I heard him laugh and say " that's a good boi take my hot cock !" . This continued for a few minutes and I wondered what Tony was doing as I could hear him moving around the room. Then I heard him sit back in the armchair. " crawl over here bitch ! " Tony growled. Bruno withdrew his cock and I crawled over towards Tony. " good boi now suck my cock you stupid fucker" . I started to suck his fat cock and he held my head firmly in his big bear hands and I then felt Bruno positioning himself behind me. I knew what was going to happen . I was going to be spit roasted ! I heard Tony whispering something and felt him lean forward and pass something to Bruno . I assumed it was lube. Bruno pushed his long cock into me and I heard them both laughing. They were verbally abusing me saying things such as " look at you taking both our cocks you slag " and " what a slag being spit roasted! " Tony said " say thank you Masters " . I repeated it and felt so cheap but somehow I was simultaneously very excited. Tony was pummelling my mouth and Bruno my arse . " you are our stupid bit of fuckmeat , say it bitch " Bruno said and I repeated it back. Something was being passed between them . Then I had something held under my nose ( which I later found out was poppers). Tony said " take a few deep sniffs of that , go on ! " . I did as I was told and after a few moments I had a massive rush which made me tremendously horny. I heard Bruno sniffing too . Then Tony said to Bruno " go on Bruno don't hold back, fuck him hard. " . I was crazy with lust and started begging " fuck me hard Bruno go on go on ! " Bruno started ramming me hard . I thought he was fully in before but he wasn't and he then pushed fully into me. It was hurting as he rammed me harder and harder . I pulled away from Tony and begged " oh Bruno you are hurting me please stop ! " . Bruno said ` shut the fuck up you slag and take it. With that he orgasmed into me He was shouting " fuck fuck fuck !" then he juddered for a few moments before pulling his big cock out of me. Of course Tony then pushed his cock back into my mouth and carried on thrusting into my mouth . Then he withdrew and because I was still blindfolded I could feel he was wanking himself . I heard him groan as he shot his cum and I felt cum hit my forehead, cheeks and lips. He started laughing and he gripped my hair with one hand and it felt as if he was looking at his achievement of covering my face with his cum. I was to find out shortly it was more than that . He then wiped his cock over my face and the blindfold cleaning his cock. I heard Bruno get to his feet and was sorting out his trousers and fly and said " ok Boss thanks for that , I will be on my way then " . " ok Bruno see you Monday ! Send me that thing to my phone " " will do ! " replied Bruno With that he left closing my front door behind him . I was disappointed and felt insulted that he never even spoke to me. I assumed " that thing " was about some business. Tony pulled the blindfold off my face and told me to clean up and then get him another drink. By the time I returned from the shower Tony had his feet up and was watching the tv. I brought in two beers and we sat in the lounge. This was the first time we were just in each others company without having sex. I wanted to initiate a conversation but didn't know where to start. I decided to ask about Bruno . " so what does Bruno do for you exactly ? " I asked Tony looked at me and smirked and said " whatever I ask him to . If a customer needs prompting to pay their invoice he reminds them . He is also useful with electronics , phones and shit " . Tony's phoned pinged . " oh there he is now sending me some stuff ! " Tony looked at his phone and smiled . " oh this is good ! You ought to see this ! " he handed me the phone " press play " he said . I pressed play and to my horror it was a video of me sucking Bruno's cock . Now I knew why Tony had been walking around the room. He had been videoing me from different angles sucking Bruno . Then the video showed me being spit roasted from Bruno's end and from Tony's end . Despite the blindfold you could still see it was me. They both had filmed the spit roast and at the end there was my face blindfolded but covered in cum . Notably, their faces weren't visible but mine was . " what the fuck ? " I exclaimed " shut the fuck up ! It's just a nice little memento for me and maybe even Bruno. Y'see I like fucking your arse and I want to continue using you till I don't want to. I have had fun this week . Y'see I like to control men. Like I control your mate Dave . Like I said, the first time I met you, I thought I could fuck you and control you . Some people are prey and some are predators . You , you slag , are prey and I am a predator. I asked Dave a few questions about you , made a few enquiry's . Found out your pathetic financial position . Then I told him to arrange a card game at his place and to make sure you were there . I played you like cheap violin. Go to my coat pocket and find the pack of cards in there. " I got up and found his coat and inside was a pack of cards and I brought them to him . " if you think I am playing cards again then you are mistaken ! " I said. He laughed and said " no need slave look at this " . With that removed the cellophane and opened the deck. The cards were face down and he said pick a card which I did. " place it face down ! " . He looked at it and almost immediately told me what the card was. Then he told me to take another which he identified and then another. " I don't understand how you can tell ! " " I use marked cards you stupid fuck , that's why. I played you like a sucker at Dave's. I wanted you in my debt so I could use you. I wanted to own you . The first time I saw you I wanted that nice arse and mouth . I want you to be my sub and permanent slag ! Also I had an identical pack with me on the night so it was simple to swop a card here and there. I am a winner and wanted to own you". I realised then I had been tricked at Dave's card game. Tony knew what cards I had all along. " you fucker " I shouted . " so all this week and today you have been using me because you cheated ! Well fuck you that's it . It stops now ". Even as I said it I knew I didn't want that to happen . I was only saying this to somehow maintain some dignity . He started laughing " well that's ok as Bruno and now I have some very interesting video as well as a few pics of you being spit roasted , sucking our cocks and a lovely video of your face covered in cum . Interestingly it doesn't show my face or Bruno's ! " he laughed loudly. " now I wonder who I can send this to? " I gulped as I realised he had me in a very difficult position . If he sent it to my firm it would spread like wildfire. I wondered if Bruno could access any more personal information like contacts online somehow. Had I left my phone unattended at any time that Tony could have accessed to get information off it . " so let's just say not only will I enjoy using you tonight but I will be regularly using you whenever and wherever I choose. Now you and I both know you are getting excited by it as that recording of your voice saying ` fuck me hard Bruno go on go on ` tells us everything we need to know doesn't it" . With that he rewound the video to that spot and it was crystal clear with me saying those words. " anyway bitch drink your wine as you need a nice wet mouth for pleasuring your Master later. You will make us a light meal shortly before we go up to bed and make sure you douche as I will be fucking you later and i don't want Bruno's cum on my dick " My mind was racing . He had tricked me into being his slave for the week but now he had compromising videos and pics . Moreover it was true that I had been enjoying it all. Did I truly want to escape his clutches ? I was even too embarrassed to say to him that I was enjoying it all. Maybe he wanted a man that he could use force to submit and not a willing person. He liked the control. I took the drinks glasses out and when I returned he was asleep in the armchair . I douched and got on with a few household chores then started on a light evening tea. After we ate our meal he wanted to go up to bed . I was excited as I had never slept with a man before . He went into the shower and after a few minutes called me in there to join him. He had already soaped himself but he wanted me to do his back and front including his balls and cock. It must have got him excited as I saw his cock grow hard . He then bent me over and started fucking me in the shower . After a while we dried each other off and headed for bed . It was the first time I had been to bed with a man so I was apprehensive I guess but it was a change from sleeping alone. However, once we got in the bedroom. He started kissing me . I had never kissed a man before. His strong body gripped me and his tongue was going down my throat . He was also sucking my tongue and licking all over my lips . He was a bit aggressive and he still had a hard on from the shower. He then pushed me down to my knees to suck his cock. " oh yesss you little fucker ! I am going to use you rotten " . He then threw me onto the bed and sat astride my chest . He edged forward . " suck my balls !" . He held my arms and plopped his balls into my mouth. " get that tongue working ! " . Then he edged further forward and I was shocked as his arse was right on my mouth. " that's it bitch rim my arse like the whore you are ! " . I tentatively put my tongue out and licked his hole. " go on work it ! " he demanded . I obeyed . He was clearly loving it from the sighs and moans I could hear. I could feel him wanking as I rimmed him. Finally he flipped me over onto my side and pulled the quilt over us. He then held me tight and fucked me . I could feel his tongue licking my ear and he was verbally abusing me and chuckling to himself. His hand was wanking me at the same time . Finally he shot his cum into me and simultaneously I shot my cum too. As he nodded off to sleep he said that he had a surprise for me in the morning . I couldn't imagine what that was . Within a few seconds we were both asleep.

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Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2024 20:22:08 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: 7 days a slave ( part 3 ) Authoritarian I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . 7 days a slave ( part 3 ) Wednesday All the next day my mind was flooded with thoughts about the previous night. Tony had fucked me ! Yes that was the main event but what troubled me was my reaction to it. Shouldn't I be outraged but I wasn't . I was confused yes, but part of me felt excited that I was desired ! As a single man who hadn't had any sex for a long time the thought of sex with anything other than my hand aroused me. I know I should have been appalled that this man was using me this way but I wasn't . Of course I couldn't admit that even to him . In fact I was now looking forward to tonight ! 8pm arrived and so did Tony. " take my coat slave !" He commanded as he entered my home. I took his coat and he sat himself on my sofa. " shoes ! " he indicated his shoes with a nod. I sank to my knees and removed his shoes . He undid his trousers and pulled them down along with his pants " lick my nuts !" I edged forward and commenced licking his hairy balls. He settled back on the sofa as I nuzzled into his balls and he said " I think I ought to start telling you a few facts slave! I sized you up the moment I first saw you . Keep sucking those balls ! Remember that time you came to my works to see your mate Dave . I could tell you were intimidated and in awe of me and I could also tell you were ripe for using. I have always been able to tell weak fuckers like you ! I sized you up and thought I wanted to fuck that nice tight arse of yours and wanted that pretty mouth around my cock and balls. And that's just what I got and what you are doing now isn't it slag? ". He chuckled to himself " Anyway , I asked Dave about you and I told him to arrange a card game and to make sure you were invited. He was only too happy to get the attention onto you and away from him. Y'see I caught him nicking some stuff from the works a few months ago and I threatened him with the police and being sacked. I gave him the option of being sacked and reported to the police for theft or he could suck my cock. Of course he chose to suck my cock ! So every time I want a blow job I simply call him into my office to suck my cock " . As he is telling me this his big hand was holding my head in place so I was still licking and sucking his balls but I could hardly believe my ears . Dave was complicit in this ! He continued " Anyway, here you are now under my control . Just think, you will always remember me as the guy that first fucked your virginal arse! Popped your cherry ! That makes me feel so good ! " As he was boasting and I was licking his balls, his cock had grown hard . "Suck it bitch ! " he demanded . I started to suck his cock and revelled in the hard warm firmness of it. I had to admit I enjoyed it. His big hands gripped my head as he pounded my mouth. Suddenly he jumped up and ordered me to take my jeans and pants off . I quickly did it and he pushed me back onto the sofa and lifted my legs over his shoulders. I could see his big leering face above me as he put lube onto his cock and slapped some onto my hole. Then he pushed his cock into me. I could see the triumphant look in his eye as he pushed into me. " oh you fucking dirty slag ! Take my big cock ! " . He was thrusting into me and looking down into my eyes. " you dirty stupid bitch this is what you deserve you cunt " . Then he spat into my face as he increased the momentum and finally he burst into me releasing his cum. I was shocked by the spit in my face and wiped it away. I was a bit frightened as he seemed to be going wild. However, when he had cum he slowly withdrew. " oh that was awesome " he said . Much to my surprise I felt a sense of pride that I had pleased him. As he laid back he started laughing and said " I will tell you more on our last night " . I didn't know what he meant and didn't care really as just then he started wanking me. My cock was hard and I felt his big hands working my cock and at the same time he pushed his big fingers of his other hand up my arse. I was in ecstasy and he knew it. " that's it slave your Master is abusing you. I want you to cum for me. Tell me how much you adore your Master " . I was so excited I would have said anything so I blurted out " I adore you Master" Within seconds I was cumming into his hand . " now that is disgusting you vile slag so lick it off my hand " . He shoved his fat fingers into my mouth and wiped his hand smearing residual cum over my face. " well I am off now slave so clean yourself up you fucking slag " With that he dressed and let himself out . I went through the same mental torment over and over trying to rationalise what was happening and how I should feel about it but how I actually felt. I went and had a bath. ( to be continued )

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Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2024 07:45:59 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: 7 days a slave part 5 ( Authoritarian ) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . 7 days a slave part 5 Friday I was confused as he said to make him a meal but that he said he would be eating alone . So I decided to eat before he arrived as usual and make him a separate pasta dish , with a trifle for desert. I laid the table and put a clean table cloth and wine on the table etc and had it ready for him when he arrived precisely at 8pm. " take my coat slave and I hope you have prepared me a nice meal?". I told him what I had prepared and he sat at the table. " first things first , strip off for me " . I stripped for him and I could see his leering face imagining what he was going to do to me. I could see by his body language he was enjoying this power trip . He obviously liked being waited on. He clicked his fingers and indicated he wanted his dinner brought straight away. My naked body brought his dinner in and placed it before him. " shoes !" as he indicated that he wanted his shoes removed so I bent down and crawled under the table lifting the tablecloth as I went . I undid his shoes and removed them . I could hear him tucking into the pasta meal . "Socks ! " he ordered . I removed his socks . " do my feet you fucking slag ! " . I knew what he meant so I knelt and kissed and licked his feet . I could hear him pouring himself some wine and the sound of him slurping it . " that's good you slag now put my toes into your slutty mouth " I tried to get all his toes in my mouth and I could feel him pushing his big foot harder into my mouth " that's it bitch suck your Masters toes!" . I continued doing this and I could hear him chuckling to himself throughout my humiliation. Finally I heard the clatter of his cutlery as he had finished his main meal . " get my desert now bitch! " he ordered . I crawled out from under the table and was about to stand up when he said " crawl out to the kitchen like the cur you are ! " . Of course I carried on crawling to the kitchen crawling like a pathetic fool . I got his desert and then wondered if I had to return in a similar way so to play it safe I did . I managed to crawl and push the small trifle along ahead of me . As I entered the dining room I could see his smirking face as I approached the table . I placed the trifle on the table in front of him and he then shocked me by spitting in my face and he told me to get back under the table . I could see he had removed his trousers and pants completely. " kiss and lick my legs right up to my balls you slag " I could hear him eating his desert as I kissed and licked each leg in turn gradually getting up to his balls . " that's it now gently get that tongue to work " I was using my tongue all over his big balls . " that's it get them all in your mouth " . I managed to get them all into my mouth and i heard him laughing and saying " oh yes what a filthy fucking slag you are ! Say it ! " . Of course I couldn't speak as my mouth was completely full so made the sounds as if I was saying it and I heard him laugh loudly . " pathetic slag ! yes never speak with your mouth full especially at the dinner table ! " he laughed even louder at his own joke . " Now my cock!" I started to suck his cock and he was ramming it down my throat to make me gag . His cock felt really big and I was struggling with it . It was hitting the back of my throat and repeatedly I kept gagging and I eased back to stop myself throwing up. This went on for some time. I could hear that he had finished his desert and was sitting back drinking his wine . I tried to imagine what this must look like from above . Him sitting there eating his meal and me under the table sucking his cock. He was clearly enjoying making me gag and of course I didn't want to throw up so each time I managed to avoid it but then he gripped my head in place tightly and kept thrusting as if actually wanted me spew up! Just as I started to bring up bile he pulled away and it went onto my carpet and he pushed his chair back , stood up and gripped my hair and dragged me out and threw me over the dining table and slapped some lube into my hole . " you fucking worthless piece of shit " and he pushed his hard cock into me and fucked me hard over the table . He was brutal and within seconds he had shot his cum into me ! We were both stunned and breathless and I lay across the table as I heard him getting dressed . " oh yes that was awesome ! Complete humiliation and domination! " he breathlessly said . Although it was brutal and I felt so cheap I strangely felt a massive sense of pride that I had made him feel that way. " As its Saturday tomorrow I will be here at 2pm and will stay over till Sunday . You will be totally used so be ready ! Then your debt will be paid ! " . I managed to get to my feet as I heard the front door shut behind him . My cock was hard and I was still excited and I couldn't help myself but wank it. I didn't know what had happened to me. I was a straight guy who was now a pathetic slave being humiliated and abused daily but was now wanking over it. I had to admit I loved sucking his cock and him fucking me. I loved the feeling of him, filling me and controlling me and even the insults he hurled at me excited me . And now I was excited that he would sleep in my bed . At that point I shot my load . ( to be continued )

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Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2024 12:38:21 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 25-26 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" PART FOUR Chapter Twenty-Five Although Ram's flat was located only a short drive away from Backstreet, one of London's longest established gay leather venues, I was pretty sure he had never visited it, as I recalled the distaste he'd expressed when I'd suggested that we rendezvous at a gay club for our first meeting. As I had been introduced to the leather scene by a more sexually adventurous friend whilst in my early thirties, my own familiarity with the place went back many years, so it had not occurred to me that this might be a world in which the young Indian top felt ill at ease. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that gay life had changed fundamentally since my own youth due to the advent of internet dating. Now gay men could arrange sexual encounters discretely and easily without ever venturing out on the gay scene at all. So, I could see why a closeted youngster like Ram might choose not spend his time and money frequenting gay pubs and clubs, where he might be spotted by someone he knew, drinks and entrance charges were usually expensive and he might be pestered by guys he didn't fancy. Especially when on the dating website, he was inundated with messages from thousands of on-line admirers that he could accept or reject with the click of a mouse. I also had to admit that as a youngster I had found some aspects of the gay scene pretty off-putting and even scary. The, seemingly obligatory, lip-sink drag shows were not to my taste for a start and I recollect being fearful of what predatory older guys might do to me should I dare to venture into a club dark-room alone! I remember saying priggishly to my friends who were darkroom enthusiasts that I liked to see who I was having sex with! In contrast, in recent years, I was more than happy to embrace the darkness provided by backrooms, mazes, saunas and late-night outdoor cruising grounds, to both disguise my own shortcomings and enhance a partner's sex appeal, and was hooked on the sexual adventures involving multiple partners in public places that they afforded. Something I guessed Ram had not experienced yet, but which I was convinced he would find just as arousing as I did myself. However, despite leather sex being far more high-profile and widespread than it used to be, and youngsters less naive than I was in my twenties and thirties as a result of the internet, I suspected many young gay guys still preferred to steer clear of leather bars. Not least, because their greater sexual knowledge would alert them to what they might encounter there - ranging from rough sex and bondage to the extremes of sexual violence, breath control, fisting, flagellation and torture! In addition to these fears, they might also not care to rub shoulders with gay men who shared a fetish for wearing leather, rubber and the like. So, as a top with his own flat who was pretty content with conventional sex in private with as many partners as he could fit into his schedule, I could understand why Ram might want nothing to do with it - especially in the absence of a mentor to help him break the ice, such as the one I'd had myself. It had taken me a while to realise that what goes on in leather bars is no less consensual than elsewhere on the gay scene, as no one wants to be made to participate in sexual activities that don't turn them on. I also realised that in many ways having sex in a club is actually safer than meeting up with a stranger at his home or your own, especially if there is nobody else around to look out for your safety if things get out of hand. Being heavily cruised in pubs and clubs also helps provide a novice with the self-confidence to say no and walk away from a sexual partner who is proposing something unsafe - which some young guys find difficult to do - especially if they are alone with a new partner. That said, in recent years, rather than use Backstreet as a cruising ground where I might pick up a new sex- buddy, its prime attraction for me had been as a gay sexual playground where I could take a guy I had already met, to indulge my desire for sub/dom sex in front of a gay audience in comparative safety but with the added attraction that other guys might also join in. However, in the past I had always been the one playing the dominant role - whether I would find the place as conducive when I was the one who was being stripped, humiliated and made completely powerless, possibly in front of guys who knew me, remained to be seen! Nevertheless when, one morning, after much pleading, I received a message from Ram finally agreeing to accompany me to the club, I became so excited that I instantly sprouted an erection! T hursday 21.30 hours - my place bring your collection of leather wear, bondage gear and sex toys for me to peruse prior to our outing... ... dress in the outfit you usually wear for Backstreet... but in advance you are to shave your arse, balls, pubes and armpits Thankfully, Ram had taken my advice that our first visit should be on a Thursday night, because the place would be less busy than at the weekend and allow him time to grow accustomed to his surroundings and remain in control despite him being a newcomer. For once, he had also given me almost a week to prepare for our outing, so I crossed my fingers that nothing would come up to make him change his mind and, in the meantime, increased the length of my daily workout and was careful not to over-eat, as I knew that if my body was fully shaved any imperfections weight-wise would be plain to see. After wanking-off twice over the prospect of first my public outing as Ram's sex slave, for the five days prior to our visit, I chose to remain celibate to ensure I would be extra horny. Such was the size of my collection of SM and leather gear by this point that the holdall was so heavy it was a struggle to lift it! But somehow, I managed to deposit it into the trunk of my car. Alongside it, I placed the small black leather rucksack that I usually took with me when I went cruising outdoors, to store a guy's clothes and possessions in after I'd removed them to prevent anything going astray, thinking Ram could use it to check in my own outfit, should he choose something more humiliating for me to wear once we arrived at the club. After a meagre dinner, I went to the bathroom to prepare myself for my first ever night out with Ram. Although I regularly shaved off the hair from around my arse and balls, I had not zapped my pubes or armpit hair for quite a while. However, I loved the added vulnerability it gave me by leaving my cock and hole completely exposed and my ball sack silky smooth to the touch and immediately found myself sprouting an erection. But what excited me the most was what having a shaved crotch and armpits signified to others - proclaiming that I was more of a boy than a man and that I had either willingly allowed another guy to remove this symbol of my manhood or had done it to myself to broadcast the fact that I was a sub on the lookout for a man to fuck me. I had been hoping that Ram would make this demand of me ever since we had met, so I was especially pleased that he had chosen to take me up on it again for my first public appearance as his sub. As directed, I dressed smartly in my black leather jeans and waistcoat, wore a long-sleeved tan coloured shirt, black socks and boots (no underwear) and I also took along with me the leather Muir cap I usually wore in leather venues hoping I could persuade Ram to wear it once we arrived at the club. It was a rule strictly applied at Backstreet that you had to wear at least one item of black leather or rubber in order to gain admission and it was on this basis that I had managed to persuade a reluctant Ram to choose something from my collection to wear. I could hardly wait to see how the handsome Indian would look dressed head to toe in tight-fitting latex or black leather. I was checking my messages for the last time before I set off for Stratford, when I discovered I'd received a new one from Ram. As I opened it up, I hoped against hope he wasn't about to cancel our night out at the last minute, only to heave a sighed of relief when I discovered my mischievous young master had added another requirement to make my appearance even more humiliating. ...should have mentioned previously... before you set off, you are to spank your arse twenty or more times so it glows a nice rosy red by the time we arrive at the club... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I drove round the, virtually empty, North Circular, parked in the street as close to Ram's block as I could, then toted the bulging holdall and rucksack to his door and rang the buzzer for entry. After staggering up the stairs to deposit them in his hallway, I found a note on the lounge door telling me to leave the bag and return to the car to wait for him there. Fifteen minutes later, I received a text on my phone that he was ready, instructing me to drive into the car park, so he could board quickly without being noticed. In the light above the entrance door, Ram was truly a sight to behold... Although he had drawn the line at wearing chaps (choosing instead black denim jeans of his own) he wore my biker jacket, black leather boots and a pure white shirt which contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin and raven black hair. "Off you go!" he demanded, clambering into the back seat, as though he were taking a taxi, "You can pick up your stuff when we get back!" he added breathlessly, closing the door behind him. He was about to set down the leather rucksack beside him, when he spotted the Muir cap, I'd left out for him to wear on the rear seat. After sniggering, he placed it on his head to try it out for size and then peered over my shoulder to check himself out in the mirror on the rear of the sun-blind. "It looks great on you!" I couldn't help saying as I pulled out of the car park, in another attempt to get him to wear it, as it would not only add a final flourish to his already stunning outfit but also made it clear to everyone else at the club that he was my master! "Keep your eyes on the road, slave!" he replied jokingly, setting the cap back down on the seat beside him, clearly excited at what lay ahead but also a little nervous at the prospect of his first visit to a leather bar. Amused, I found it hard to keep a straight face as I proudly drove the two of us to the club in nearby Mile End. We arrived shortly after ten and as the place was open until 2am, I had no problem parking close by the entrance. I held the car door open for Ram to exit and watched reverently as he clambered out with the Muir cap tucked underneath his arm and my leather rucksack slung over his shoulder ready for action! "Now you can hand over your wallet - as this night-out is definitely your treat!" he added as we approached the club entrance. I did as I as bid and quickly followed in my master's wake as he led me past a couple of parked motorcycles and through the inconspicuous black-painted door into the lights of the club foyer. Immediately faced with the check-in counter, Ram declared we were both guests, as I had briefed him to do on our journey (as I'd let my membership lapse) extracted a couple of notes from my wallet sufficient to cover the cost of entry and confidently handed them over to the doorman as though he were a regular. I had to laugh when I saw the landlord's jaw drop open and his usually wary expression melt into a smile, so taken was he by the Indian lad's stunning appearance. In a swoon, he meekly took the cash and handed over some change without subjecting the handsome newcomer to the briefing about the strict dress code that he usually gave all-comers. I followed a pace behind Ram with my head bowed and my eyes to the floor, as we passed through the empty foyer and he entered the club for the first time. With the exception of a bearded guy dressed in tight fitting rubber who stood chatting to the barman and a skinny youth dressed in leather shorts, vest and boots and little else, standing dolefully by the side wall nursing a drink, the place was deserted. "Get me a Corona and something for yourself," Ram demanded, taking another note from my wallet and handing it over to me, "I'm going for a nosey around... Oh and you can carry this, slave boy!" he added with a grin, draping the leather rucksack over my shoulder. After staring up in disbelief at the multiple pairs of dust-covered leather boots hanging down from the ceiling in the area surrounding the bar, my escort left me and disappeared into the gloom of the club's black-walled interior. After a minute or two, the barman tore himself away from his conversation and took my order. When I heard a door creak open as I waited, I turned around to see Ram disappear through the rear exit to check out the outdoor smoking area. Backstreet is small compared with most gay clubs, as although disco music is played in the background, there is no dance floor. There is an area surrounding the bar with high stools and a couple of TV screens showing porn movies plus a single large cruising area. This is skirted with stepped staging for guys to perch on, divided up by a few low brick walls to create some secluded alcoves, with black-painted oils barrels scattered around to put your drinks on. In addition to the boots decorating the ceiling, there were Tom of Finland posters adorning the walls, and a one-person-sized barred metal cage the size of an old telephone box, which in the entirety of my visits I had never seen in use! The toilets, which we had walked past when we entered, were located in the foyer beside the cloakroom. I handed over the note Ram had given me and waited for the change. When after a few minutes the lad failed to reappear, I thought maybe he was having a smoke to calm his nerves so decided to take his beer out to him. But just as I was approaching it, the rear door opened and he emerged. Upon spotting me, he took the drink from my hand, and after talking a large swig from it, led me to a secluded corner of the deserted cruising area. There, he set it down on a nearby oil drum, took the rucksack back from me and opened it up. From inside it, he pulled out a studded leather dog collar, a cock ring to match, a black jockstrap and nothing else! "I'm off for a smoke," he announced, after placing all three items in my palm, "By the time I get back, I want you stripped down to your boots and wearing these with the rest of your duds inside the bag. Understand?" "Yes Sir!" I blurted out automatically, but afterwards found myself nervously glancing around to see if anyone had overheard. "You asked for this - so don't you dare let me down now!" Ram warned before making his exit through the back door with his beer, leaving me to carry out his commands alone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Although I'd dreamt of Ram humiliating me in public since I'd first met him, when it finally came to the crunch, as on the previous occasions when he had obliged me by fulfilling my submissive fantasies, I began to get cold feet. What if someone I knew happened to visit the club that night? I glanced toward the bar; still just the two customers besides ourselves, so it seemed, at least currently, that the risk of that happening was slight! Nevertheless, I swear my hands began trembling as I slid my leather waistcoat off over my shoulders, folded it in four and pushed it to the bottom of the bag. My leather jeans would present more of a challenge to remove as they were tight fitting and required that I first take off my boots. So, I knelt behind the waist-high oil drum and slackened my laces to prise them off first. Anxious as ever to please Ram by obeying his instructions to the letter, I removed my socks and tossed them into the rucksack too. When I stood back up and glanced around, no one appeared to have noticed what I was doing, so I quickly unfastened my belt, popped open my fly and slowly eased my pants down over my thighs. They were so tight that I lost my balance and ended up hopping around in my shirt-tails before finally succeeding in dragging them off. After regaining my composure, I folded them up neatly, squeezed them into what little space was left in the bag, then hastily slid my bare feet back inside my boots. With my shaved crotch and bare ass still hidden beneath my shirt tails, I picked up the cock strap and turned to face the wall while I attempted to fasten it around my cock and balls. After closing its clasp shut in the darkness, I hurriedly slid my booted feet through the leg-holes of the jockstrap and hitched it up over my fast-growing cock. Hearing the entrance doors swing open, I turned around, looked nervously towards the bar and witnessed a leather-clad couple enter. Thankfully they headed off to buy themselves a drink without giving the back of the room so much as a glance. However, I noted that the skinny guy in the leather shorts had realised that I was up to something and had relocated himself halfway down the side wall to obtain a better view. Even amidst the gloom, I could spot a contemptuous leer appear on his face, when he clocked that I had taken off my leather pants and was now busy unfastening the buttons of my shirt. Refusing to be intimidated, I turned my back on him and steeled myself to reveal my aging body to the world reckoning it shouldn't look too bad in the dim light of the club, especially given I had dieted and worked out especially hard that week in preparation for the big occasion. I took a deep breath, realising I could delay no further if I were to be ready for Ram's return, but crouched down in the shadow of the oil drum, before sliding my shirt off over my shoulders and cramming it into the, now bulging, bag. Whilst still hidden, I wrapped the dog collar around my neck and buckled it in place, acutely aware that, along with my nudity, it would broadcast to everyone present the submissive desires I had kept hidden for so long. Chapter Twenty-Six By the time the rear door opened and my master emerged, I was standing sipping my drink as nonchalantly as any guy can, whilst dressed solely in a dog collar, jockstrap and boots and devoid of every scrap of his body hair, with the crammed leather rucksack nestled between my feet. "Wow!" he observed, "You're looking good! It must be all those work-out tips I gave you! Turn around so I can check out your ass!" "Very nice!" he commended, after briefly examining the two red circles I had imprinted on my backside prior to setting off, in line with his instructions. "Now go hand the bag in at the coat-check!" he demanded with a grin, after deeming the degree of redness of my buttocks satisfactory. "I'll need a pound coin, sir." I responded, knowing this would be required and that my pockets were not merely empty but non-existent! "You can also buy me another drink on your way back," Ram added, taking another note from my wallet, locating a 1 coin in his jeans, and stuffing both down the front of my jock as though I were a lap dancer. "I'm off outside!" he grinned, sending me on my way by landing a slap of his own on my blushed behind. While Ram disappeared through the rear door a second time to calm his nerves with the aid of nicotine, I took a deep breath and walked straight ahead, determined to ignore my unwanted admirer, only for the coin to escape the pouch of the jock as I passed by him and roll in his direction. "Here you go, buddy!" he said with a snigger picking it up from the floor, but instead of handing it to me, he yanked open the waistband of my jock at the front and threw it back inside, whilst at the same time peering in to check out the size of my dick. "Love the outfit!" he added, awarding me a slap on my arse as I turned away from him to resume my errands, in the same way he had witnessed Ram do moments before! "Thanks," I croaked between clenched teeth, hurrying off to the coat-check to use the coin he had so graciously retrieved for me to ensure I would remain in my current state of undress for the rest of the evening or until my Indian master decreed otherwise. To my dismay, when I opened the exit door, I discovered the club's foyer was now filled with half a dozen guys queuing up to be admitted. Trying hard to give the impression that I considered my skimpy outfit to be nothing out of the ordinary, I took my place at the end of the line, where a chill breeze blew in from outside every time the door was opened. As I approached the head of the queue, two more men lined up behind me. After seeing my reddened ass lit up by the entrance's neon lighting, the couple goaded each other to award it a slap! As this was something Ram had clearly intended, I suffered their ridicule, and half a dozen blows, in stoic silence, but could not prevent my face from flushing red from embarrassment when every other guy in the foyer turned their eyes toward me to check where the noise was coming from. Clasping the cloakroom ticket firmly between my fingers, as though it was the winning ticket for a lottery, I ignored the smirk the landlord gave me and hurried back to the warmth of the bar, but again had to wait to be served. The delay permitted the same two guys to catch me up and sandwich me between them so they could resume slapping my ass. To add insult to injury, as I vainly attempted to fend one of them off, the other jumped the queue and got served ahead of me! By the time I got back to my former position at the back of the darkroom with his drink in my hand, Ram was already waiting for me with a grin on his face, having plainly witnessed what had occurred at the bar. On the way, I also noted the skinny guy had sidled even further down the side wall, in the hope of obtaining more free entertainment at my expense. "Give me the ticket to look after!" Ram demanded, swiftly draining his glass of the last of his beer and setting it down on the oil drum beside us. After placing the full glass down beside the empty one, I meekly handed over both the ticket and my change to him, which he stashed away in his jeans pocket with a grin. "I see you found yourself some admirers at the bar!" he commented, picking up his new drink and casually using some of the condensation that had formed on the glass to moisten the tips of my nipples with his icy fingers, knowing that it would excite me. "So, when does the fun start?" he asked, as he witnessed my cock instantly pulse upward. "That's up to you sir!" I gasped, turned on as much by the humiliation of him doing this to me in public as by the pleasure it gave me. "The guy over by the wall seems to fancy you, want me to have him join in with us?" "Dressed like that, I think he's a sub, sir! But it's entirely up to you!" "I don't fancy him much either!" Ram conceded and turned his attention elsewhere. "It's still a bit early yet sir." I apologised weakly. "In that case I vote we kick off the night in the smoking area, so I can have another fag while you suck my dick!" "Here take this, slave boy!" he added mockingly, handing me the drink to carry for him before adding wryly, "No point keeping a dog and barking yourself!" He then caught me by surprise by extracting from his jacket-pocket the dog leash that had been included amongst my collection of leather gear and attaching it to my collar and to our watching fan's amusement, used it to lead me out of the darkroom. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As the door sprang shut behind us, Ram led me along a dingy corridor and through an outer door into the space where he clearly felt most at home, which, apart from the two of us, was completely deserted. As a non-smoker, I had not visited this part of the club's facilities before, so after I entered, had a good look round and realised I had been missing out on a treat. A small, high-walled, courtyard, open to the skies, was filled with benches and tables as in a pub beer garden. Shielded candles, placed atop them, filled the yard with a flattering light, while a single flickering fluorescent one illuminated the entrance. There a long, padded bench was affixed to club's outer wall, sheltered from the elements by a 6-foot-wide canopy above it. It immediately struck me that not only did the place provide an ideal place for the club's nicotine addicts to get their fix without endangering the health of other customers, but would also appeal strongly to the aficionados of outdoor sex, amongst whom I included myself. I kicked myself that I'd not had sufficient curiosity to explore out here on my previous visits! Despite it being September, it was comfortably warm outside, even for someone wearing nothing but boots and a jockstrap, with just a gentle breeze penetrating the perimeter just sufficient to firm-up my wetted nipples the moment I stepped out of the door! While Ram made himself comfortable in the centre of the padded bench, I deposited his drink on a low table beside it and then looked to him for guidance on what to do next. "Dogs don't wear jock straps!" he commented wryly, whilst playfully spinning the leash around on its fastening and looking up at me expectantly. Although it took a second or two for me to grasp his meaning, I eventually divined I was expected to remove my only remaining garment. So, I gave the beer garden a second look around to reassure myself no one was currently around to watch, then slid it off over my boots and meekly handed it over to my master. "Nor boots neither!" he added with a mischievous grin, after slipping the jock into his jacket pocket and taking out his cigarettes and lighter. Quicker to take the hint this time round, I swallowed hard and knelt down to remove my boots for the second time that night and stepped barefoot onto the cold paving. It looked like my long-held fantasy of being stripped completely naked in a leather bar while everyone else was clothed was finally about to be fulfilled! Although I wasn't quite totally naked, I figured the collar and cock-strap wrapped tightly around my cock and balls didn't count. No sooner had I straightened up after depositing my boots at Ram's feet, than my master delivered his next, even more humiliating, command. "Now get yourself hard!" he demanded, sliding a cigarette between his lips and proceeded to light it up. That was an easy one to obey, as my cock had been stiffening rapidly of its own accord ever since the lad had wetted my tits. So, after a few just a yanks with my fist, it was pointing skywards. "When you get close to cumming, put your hands on your head!" Ram demanded, as he contentedly exhaled his smoke in my direction. I had just placed my hands on top of my head, when the door to the club opened inwards and the pair who had slapped my ass at the bar entered the smoking area, followed almost immediately by the skinny guy who had retrieved my pound coin from the floor. The threesome paused in the entrance to take stock of what was going on. Ignoring their presence, Ram coolly blew out a cloud of smoke and took another sip of his drink. Whilst I lowered my gaze to the ground but remained standing there, publicly displaying my submission to the handsome Indian at the other end of my leash with my heart beating madly. It was my fantasy come true. There I was exhibiting myself, not just devoid of my clothes but shorn of my body hair, my face flushed with sexual excitement, my cock fully erect and my ass reddened from being spanked not just by myself, but by every one of the guys now surrounding me! But it was not just my body that was exposed but also my submissive sexual desires, confirmed not just by my beaten ass but by the strap encircling my genitals, the collar wrapped around my neck and by the handsome leather-clad Indian lad holding the other end of my leash. However, Ram's next move was designed to make this even more explicit to the new arrivals who by now had positioned themselves in a ring encircling me and were watching proceedings with big grins on their faces. "Down on yer knees and kiss my boots!" he demanded. Thrilled, I took my hands from my head and used them to steady myself as I placed one knee and then the other on the concrete paving, then bent down with my ass up in the air and brushed the tops of his boots with my lips. Plainly excited by having other's witness his domination of me, once I had covered his boots with a welter of grateful kisses, the lad used the leash to yank my head up from the floor and then rubbed my face into the crotch of his pants, where the profile of his erect dick was already visible. "Get on with it!" he added, prompting me to unbuckle his belt and open up his flies to gain more direct access to his manhood. He had opted not to wear underwear, so once this was done, I was immediately able to tug his silken shaft from the front of his pants and slide it into my mouth, to provide him with the pleasure he was seeking. With my knees on the cold, beer-stained, ground I inhaled his testosterone infused scent as it blended seductively with that of tobacco smoke and black leather and, after noticing the head of his shaft was already oozing pre-cum, licked it clean with my tongue. Then I wrapped my lips tightly around it and proudly displayed the deep-throat cock-sucking skills I had acquired as a result of my master's training to impress the growing circle of onlookers. Although none of the first arrivals had lit up cigarettes, they were soon joined by a second wave of spectators, who had plainly come outside to satisfy their cravings rather than check out the action, as the smell of both cigarette and cigar smoke soon became more noticeable. After pausing to take a break from my sucking, I took a quick look round and discovered that although many guys' eyes were focussed on me, others were far more interested in using the opportunity to catch a glimpse of my leather-clad Indian master's glistening dick. I also noticed, visible above the circle of mainly white faces surrounding us, a bearded brown face appear and break into a knowing smile. To be continued... Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? A free PDF version of the whole story is available by email from the authour at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name.

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Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2024 11:57:14 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 27-29 End Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Twenty-Seven "Show's over guys!" Ram announced, when some of the more sexually aggressive new arrivals attempted to take advantage of me without his permission. Rising to his feet, he withdrew his manhood from my mouth and tucked it back into the front of his jeans. After which, he coolly stubbed out his cigarette, tightened his grip on my leash and awarded the gate-crashers a censorious stare to get them to back-off. "Stay down!" he hissed at me, as he stooped to retrieve his drink from the table before leading me on all fours through the horny crowd and out into the corridor. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as the concrete floor of the corridor began to bite into my knees as I struggled to keep up with my master, but not in response to this latest indignity. My thoughts, remained focussed on the tall Indian guy I had caught a glimpse of peering down at me from the rear of the crowd, as I had now remembered who he was and where I had met him. It was the guy I'd had sex with in the station washroom two months earlier - the one I'd decided could easily have been Ram's older brother! On reflection, given he worked in East London, it was maybe not that surprising that he frequented the club nor, given the delight he had taken in humiliating me, that he should be into leather sex. However, today he was not dressed in a tailored business suit but an equally eye-catching black leather waistcoat, revealing his hair-coated chest and a matching pair of chaps! Had he recognised me in turn, I wondered, and if so, would he want to fuck me again? What if he approached Ram and accidentally spilled the beans to him about our previous encounter on my homeward journey from his flat? Something I had chosen not to confide with him for fear of the possible repercussions. But there was not much I could do about that now, I realised, I would just have to hope that he had not seen enough of my face to recognise me in the darkness or that he would give his fellow Indian a wide berth. Although I thought he'd enjoyed our encounter as much as I had, the guy had made no attempt to exchange names or phone numbers afterwards, so I'd assumed he'd not been interested in seeing me again. Plus, there was no shortage of submissive white guys at Backstreet who would give their eye- teeth to be fucked by him, many considerably younger than me, but probably few quite as obliging! Meanwhile, Ram was fast growing accustomed to his role as leather top and was busy taking my public humiliation to new lows. Once back in the, still largely empty, cruising area, he led me to the staging at the rear of the room, and into an alcove created by one of the half-walls, from where, I presumed he judged it would be easier to ward-off unwanted interference from guys he didn't like the look of. After taking another sip of his drink, he set it down on top of the wall and, as I looked-on, took out a couple of condom and lube sachets from the ones he had stuffed into his pocket after he'd spotted them on display in the club foyer, and placed them beside it, ready for use. He then hitched himself up to sit on the top step of the staging and yanked me up after him with the leash, until my knees rested on its lowest step, with my head positioned between his legs facing his groin. After loosening his belt, he opened his flies fully and pulled out his cock for me to resume sucking on it. Within moments, he was lying back moaning contentedly with the peak of the Muir cap pulled down over his nose as though he were taking a nap! Despite us now being tucked away in a dark corner, I guess he was still wary of being recognised by someone he knew. With the prospect of being publicly fucked by my master in the offing, I put the presence of his Indian "older brother" to the back of mind, and with my cock thumping up hard against my shaved belly, eagerly performed in public what I had done so often in the privacy of my home and, more recently, within the confines of his Stratford flat. Not only did I willingly take his cock deep-throat, but as my excitement grew and I sensed guys were again gathering around to watch, I also eased down his pants so I could lather up his balls. Such was my excitement at my Backstreet fantasy finally becoming a reality, that if the lad had not been so cagey about exposing his ass to others, I would happily have publicly rimmed him too! With my escort seemingly off-guard, and me with my head in his crotch engrossed in my own world of fantasy and cock-worship, it didn't take long before one of those watching became brave enough to reach out and touch my ass. However, unlike the slaps on my backside that I'd received earlier, my latest admirer's touches were gentle ones, and when I made no attempt to brush his hands away, he gradually grew bolder. When he received no reprimand from my master either, he paused to tear open one of the sachets of lube and used its contents to help him ease his fingers between the crack in my buttocks. After locating my hole, he began expertly running the tip of one of them around its circumference, turning me on even more. As I wriggled my ass around in response, he took my obvious pleasure as the green light to go still further and slid one, and then two, of his digits in and out of my hole until they were both embedded up to the knuckle. Excited by being taken advantage of in this way, I sucked on my master's dick more enthusiastically than ever. But once I had surrendered my ass to the stranger and he had had watched me writhe with pleasure in response to his attentions, he was plainly keen to take things a stage further. He began by reaching between my legs to gather up my genitals in his palm and after taking a firm hold on them, used them to drag my ass upwards until it was positioned more to his liking. He then prised my legs wider apart so he could reach beneath me to wrap his fingers around my rock-hard cock from the rear, after which he began slowly sliding his fist up and down my shaft to heighten my excitement even more. While this took place, Ram continued to lie back with his face hidden beneath his cap savouring the pleasure of having his cock sucked so uninhibitedly, seemingly oblivious to what the stranger was up to. However, when moments later, the fondling and probing stopped and was replaced by a couple of hard slaps landing on my up-turned buttocks, the sound of it, combined with me flinching in response, served as a wake-up call, rousing him from his torpor to resume a more active role in my humiliation once more. But rather than fend off the interloper, as he had the guys in the smoking area, for some reason this time round, Ram seemed happy to let him continue unreprimanded and, as more blows continued to land on my ass, took a firmer grip on my leash to hold me in place so I would be unable to escape them. When the guy began to tan my ass more liberally in response, he spurred him on to up my suffering further by repeatedly calling out "Harder!" Only when the lad's accomplice paused to check out the state of my ass, was I able to tear my head away from Ram's cock and crane my neck around to find out who my latest admirer was. Given the mix of guys in the club I'd figured it was most likely to be a sexually experienced older white guy that Ram had taken a fancy to, so was gobsmacked when I caught sight of the face of the Indian I had spotted earlier! Noticing my backward glance above my pummelled buttocks, he flashed me a wide grin to show I had been recognised and gave me his tell-tale wink. After being denied the pleasure of spanking me due to the constraints of our brief previous encounter, he now seemed intent on making the most of the opportunity Ram had given him and, as others nearby urged him on by echoing Ram's chant of "Harder!" he resumed my public humiliation with added gusto. With my head swiftly directed back to sucking Ram's dick, despite the increasing pain, I determined not to resist my chastisement and instead embrace it as the long overdue punishment I deserved for my secrecy and sluttish behaviour. As though reading my thoughts, my tormentor began mixing in "Slut!" into the chants accompanying my spanking, reminding me how eager I had been to worship the cock of a complete stranger I had met on the tube only minutes before and strip myself completely naked in a station toilet, despite knowing we might be discovered at any moment. How good he'd been at tweaking my nipples, I recollected wistfully, but above all, how he'd surprised me by shoving my head into the toilet bowl to up my humiliation before he'd penetrated me and, after he'd cum, had flushed my head down the pan with cold water as a measure of his contempt! But despite this, how I had shamelessly pleaded with the besuited Indian to permit me to lick his ass before he abandoned me and how eager I'd been to prise my tongue into his hole as I laid down on the stinking, wet toilet floor, wanking furiously to achieve my climax. I also recalled that after I had reached home afterwards, I had eagerly written up my tube-train adventure and wanked-off yet again whilst dreaming that he had been even more ruthless with me and instead of returning my clothes after using them to wipe himself down, had gathered them up and dumped them in the nearest garbage bin, to leave me stranded naked and humiliated on the station platform! Although, had it actually come about, I doubted I would have coped well with this scenario, in the more secure, but equally public setting of Backstreet, I found myself willing the two mischievous Indian tops to combine to impose ever more extreme degradation on me and make my dreams of sexual slavery finally come true. As though to remind me that the consequences of fulfilling my submissive fantasies might be difficult to live with in reality, as my spanking continued, another part of me directed my thoughts along a different track, when it dawned on me that as a result of my master's anxiety to get away from the crowd and relocate to a less exposed location, my expensive boots had been left back in the smoking area. Would they soon be joining the others hanging down from the ceiling of the bar, gathering dust, leaving me to return home barefoot as the slaves of old, I wondered? At this juncture, Ram decided I'd been punished enough, or more likely that he risked cumming prematurely should I continue sucking his dick much longer, and dragged my head away from his groin using the leash. Clambering down from his plinth, he pushed me ass-first before him so he stood facing his Indian accomplice. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked him. When the guy replied in the affirmative and gave him a friendly grin, the lad quickly drained his beer glass and after tugging me upwards, placed it in my hand. After consulting his new mate on his drinking preference, he opened up my wallet, extracted another twenty-pound note from it and thrust it into my other hand, "Go buy the drinks and bring 'em out to us in the smoking area!" "My name's Ram by the way..." he added, returning his attention to his new-found friend, while I stood dumfounded, my heart sinking at the prospect of having to return to the bar even more provocatively dressed than I had been the first time around. "I'm Ashok, good to meet you!" I overheard the guy I had dubbed his older brother reply as the pair turned their backs on me and headed off to the smoking area, leaving me to head off to the bar buck naked, apart from the collar and cock-strap, with the leash still hanging down from it, displaying my freshly beaten ass! Despite my fears, I told myself I must obey, and threaded my way through the dispersing circle of spectators across the cruising area to reach the now crowded bar. Chapter Twenty-Eight As I suspected, due to my lack of clothes and footwear, collar and reddened ass, it proved impossible to ward-off the unwanted attentions of those surrounding me as I waited to be served at the bar, which they interpreted as an open invitation to molest me in whatever ways they chose. When several minutes later, new arrivals continued to be served ahead of me as result of my harassment, the larger of the two Indians appeared at my side, and after identifying the problem, swiftly took action to resolve it. "Sorry guys, this one belongs to me!" he told the two leather guys who had been mischievously squeezing my tits and fingering my ass as I'd forlornly waved my twenty-pound note at the barman to attract his attention. "Down on your knees, slave, and resume licking my boots!" he added to me, grasping hold of the handle of my leash and sliding it over his wrist to mark his ownership and snatching the note from my fingers. Crest fallen at letting him down, I swallowed my pride and meekly accepted Ashok's brutal reminder of my reduced status in the world by falling down to the floor and licking the tops of his gleaming footwear with my ass up in the air, leaving my former molesters looking on in awe. "I believe I'm next!" he then asserted, interrupting the barman as he was about to serve yet another new arrival out of turn. So swiftly was the towering Indian appeased, that barely two minutes later, I was being paraded through the cruising area on all fours at the end of my leash, while he embraced the two beers he had purchased in the same capacious palms he had used earlier to reddened my ass. "Open the doors for me!" he commanded when we neared the rear exit, pausing to let me scamper ahead of him to aid him make his way back outside without spilling a drop of the drinks. By the time we emerged, not only were my knees sore as a result of having to crawl across the concrete floor but my ass was smarting too, as along the way braver guys than those at the bar had taken advantage of my helplessness to land blows on my upturned buttocks as I'd passed them by. Recalling my missing boots when we entered the beer-garden, I paused to check out the bench where I had stowed them earlier, but they were nowhere to be seen! "Is he after these?" a young Black guy sitting on the bench chirped up mischievously after witnessing Ashok give me a kick up the backside to encourage me to move on, as though I was a disobedient dog determined to sniff at every passing lamppost. Upon hearing his words, I looked up and recognised the youngster holding up my boots as the slender sub I had took a turn fucking on my most recent visit to the club, when he had been offering himself to all-comers in the adjoining corridor. As he had addressed his question to my owner rather than to me, despite me undoubtedly being the only guy in the club without footwear, I lowered my head to avoid him identifying me as one of the guys who had fucked him, now reduced to being a slave at the business end of a collar and leash. "I guess they're his!" Ashok replied with a grin as I hung my head in shame, "He's a habit of leaving his clothes lying around in public places!" he added in mock exasperation. "As my hands are full at the moment, would you mind tying the laces together and hanging them round his neck for me?" he asked him politely. "No problem!" the youngster replied with a conspiratorial smirk. "You must take better care of your stuff in future!" Ashok warned me, as he stood by while the obliging youngster did his bidding. "Now show the nice man how grateful you are!" he added, when he was done. Uncertain how I was expected to do this, I hesitated and was awarded a second kick on the buttocks to prompt me to respond, after which I stooped to kiss the tops of the sub's soiled footwear in the same way I had his own moments before, only for the lad to burst into laughter and then lean forward to pat me on the head. "Good boy!" he sniggered gleefully, reaching down to fondle my butt as I proceeded to lick as well as kiss his shoes. "That's it, make 'em shine!" he added and, while Ashok looked on with approval, rewarded himself for his trouble by also sliding a finger in and out of my exposed hole in imitation of fucking me. Then with a smirk presented it to me to lick clean! When I reluctantly complied with his wishes, he broke into a fit of the giggles, leading me to conclude from the pleasure he obtained from humiliating me that he had recognised me after all. After joining in his laughter, my escort gave him a friendly wink before parting to enter to the beer garden, where he set down the drinks on the table where Ram was sitting, impatiently awaiting our return. "About time!" he complained, pocketing the change his mate had deposited on the table and immediately taking a large gulp of his beer. "What the fuck you been up to?" he demanded of me, after taking the leash from his mate's hand and raising my head from the floor so we were face to face. "The barman refused to serve him!" Ashok replied on my behalf, "Plus he's been looking everywhere for his boots!" "He won't be needing his boots again anytime soon!" Ram responded in anger, "From now on he's goin' barefoot!" he decreed, yanking them from my neck and throwing them beneath the table in disgust. "Now get down there and start sucking our dicks, slave boy!" he added, prising my head below table- height and awarding me a slap on my reddened behind to hurry me up as I clambered through the woodwork to do his bidding. Once I was enveloped by the darkness beneath the table, Ashok sat on the bench opposite him and the pair continued getting to know each other whilst they downed their beers and Ram smoked another cigarette. Leaving me to open up the front of their pants in turn as they chatted and move from one to the other to suck the precum from their fast-stiffening cocks, like a bee gathering nectar. Only when their beer glasses were empty again, did the inebriated pair finally let me loose from my slatted wooden prison, after which they draped me over the table top, face-down with my knees on one bench and my head and arms hanging down over the other, to be publicly fucked. While Ashok jerked my face up with the leash and slid his impressive shaft repeatedly in and out of my mouth, Ram landed yet more slaps on my buttocks with the flat of his hand, drawing the attention of everyone within hearing distance to the goings-on taking place in their midst. As guys fought each other to gain a better view of the action, he paused my chastisement to stretch a condom over his member and without bothering with lube, aligned its tip with my hole and thrust it home in one go, just as he had in private so many times before. Thanking my lucky stars for the lubrication his companion had provided earlier, I took Ram's rapid entry as my due and distracted myself from the pain by submissively running my lips up and down the velvety length of Ashok's mammoth cock. But, despite me willingly taking as much of it inside me as I could without gagging, he proceeded to up my humiliation by cupping the back of my head in his giant palm and prising his shaft ever deeper down my throat, until I was no longer able to breathe. Meanwhile, at my other end, Ram adjusted my ass until it was positioned more to his liking and plunged his, only slightly less impressive member, fully inside me several more times before holding it there. The pair then gave me a fresh insight into just how appropriate the term "spit-roasting" was for this form of sexual domination by pushing against each other in a reverse tug-of-war, to probe me ever deeper, whilst occasionally permitting me to catch a breath to ensure I didn't expire before they were done! The more I struggled and whimpered from the discomfort, the more determined the pair became to impose their wills upon me and began gradually upping the pace of my ass- and face- fucking, to whoops of delight from those watching. When Ram threatened to reach climax more rapidly than his companion, he moved to delay his orgasm by mixing in slapping my buttocks with fucking me. A move immediately matched by his mate at my other end, who began alternating ramming his cock down my throat with slapping me hard across the face whenever I gagged. In response to this drink-fuelled frenzy of lust and abuse, I countered my instinct to resist by directing my thoughts to the hirsute masculine beauty of my two tormentors and told myself how lucky I was at my age to be thought worthy of even licking their boots! Plus, wasn't being humiliated in this way in the midst of my favourite leather bar in front of a crowd of jeering spectators the fulfilment of one of my longest held fantasies? A full five minutes later, Ram let out a cry to warn his companion he was about to cum, prompting Ashok to withdraw his dick from my mouth so he could finish himself off and complete my public disgrace by decorating my face with copious amounts of his spunk. Filled with the bonhomie that follows the achievement of orgasm, the pair heaved sighs of satisfaction as they gradually came down from their sexual highs and then broke into laughter when Ram mischievously emptied the contents of the condom that had been embedded up my backside onto my face, to mingle his semen with that of his new-found buddy and publicly baptise me as their slave. Chapter Twenty-Nine As the pair backed away from me to tuck their tumescent dicks back inside their pants, I carefully wiped their cum clear of my eyes and heaved a sigh of relief, only to immediately catch sight of the ring of spectators surrounding us, who had been cheering them on. Although I was mostly viewed with smiles of appreciation for the raunchy entertainment I had inadvertently provided them with, mixed in with them there were also a few looks of envy from those who would have gladly taken my place as the Indian pair's slave, and also glares of hostility from some who clearly regarded my public sexual capitulation to them with either pity or contempt, but had watched the free show nonetheless. However, at that moment, I had more pressing things to concern me than what the bystanders thought of me, uppermost of which was whether I too, would get to cum before the night was over! It wasn't long before I discovered that my masters were not done with humiliating me, as they too had been surveying the circle of guys watching us and realised they were hanging on in the hope they might also get to impose something similar on me, once they were out of the picture. Thankfully, they chose not to abandon me to my fate but instead, after a brief consultation, motioned two of the bystanders over to join them! "These two guys are going to fuck you while we chill out!" Ram explained to me, after he'd caught the eye of the guy in the leather shorts who had ogled me in the darkroom on our arrival, whilst Ashok had done the same to the young Black guy who had returned my boots. Excited by what they'd just witnessed, both eagerly stepped forward in response. "I'll be watching to make sure you do everything they tell you to. Cos if you don't. instead of cumming before we leave, you'll be getting your ass tanned again and maybe a whipping as well!" he threatened, chuckling at the alarmed expression on my face as Ashok held out the handle of my leash for one of them to take from him, to signify the temporary transfer of ownership. When the Black youngster was the first to claim it, I heaved a sigh of relief that at least they had chosen one guy that I found attractive! After a few whispered words in his protege's ear, Ashok announced he was heading off to the bar to buy more drinks, leaving Ram to oversee proceedings from the adjoining bench whilst he enjoyed a post-coital cigarette. But when he left, there was a bit of a hiatus as the two subs they had selected from the crowd closed in on me, uncertain of each other and how they should begin, despite knowing that my co-operation had been guaranteed by my master. In contrast, as I got used to the idea, the more turned on I was by the added humiliation of being handed over to two slender subs to be used and abused in front of my fellow leather guys, most of whom had only previously witnessed me in the role of top. So, to help break the ice, I quickly fell to my knees and began to cover their footwear with kisses. My abject display of submission did the trick, as when in turn they began treating me as though I were their pet dog, their confidence rapidly increased. Soon they were reaching down to pat me on the head, and stroke my ass and thighs, then, as they got off on humiliating me like this, flipped me over onto my back to tickle me beneath my shaved armpits, pinch my nipples and slap my genitals around, until I was pleading with them to stop. Unlike my leather-clad masters, the pair were both scantily dressed and not shy of shedding what few clothes they possessed in order to have me service them more easily. So, as they proceeded to kiss me on the lips, thrust their cocks into my mouth and slide their fingers in and out of my ass, I kissed, fondled and hugged whatever parts of their slender anatomies came within reach to enhance my own pleasure as well as their own. So, when the Black youngster pulled down his pants and crouched down over my face, I didn't hesitate to grasp tight hold of his hips and slide my nose between his ebony buttocks to publicly lick out his hole with my tongue. After having shrunk to the size of a weeny during the course of my violent face- and ass- fucking, my cock began to swell again in response to the youngsters' more playful chastisements, fortified by my realisation that by becoming the sexual plaything of two young subs selected from the watching crowd and publicly licking one of their arses, my humiliation had reached a new low! Thankfully, with a stern-faced, Muir-cap-wearing, Ram keeping a watchful eye on proceedings, none of the miscreants who had spanked or attempted to fondle my ass earlier had the temerity to interfere and the youngsters were permitted to be as gentle or harsh in their treatment of me as they wished. As my excitement grew, in the hope of finally being permitted to cum, I reached down to grasp hold of my fast-hardening dick, but to my disappointment, the other guy intervened to slap away my hand. However, instead of chastising me for attempting to wank-off, he quickly stretched a condom over my manhood and coated it with lube! After which, he unfastened the zipper that ran along the seat of his leather shorts, crouched down over my groin facing his accomplice and gradually skewered his skinny ass on my shaft! He then commenced bouncing up and down enthusiastically on my groin, whilst yanking hard on his dick. Realising both of us were hurtling toward orgasm at a rapid pace, the Black guy reached out to catch hold of his companion's nipples and twist them and when he whimpered gratefully in response, took hold of him by the back of his neck and wrenched his face down toward his erect dick into. Far from protesting, he eagerly took it into his mouth, grateful to have a cock to suck on while he was simultaneously penetrated himself on my captive shaft. "Suck it!" the Black youngster called out to him theatrically, clearly relishing his debut in the role of dom, "And you, keep on licking my ass!" he added to me, tightening his buttocks around my tongue as he thrust his shaft repeatedly in and out of his accomplice's mouth, leaving me to embrace the opposite role by clasping hold of his thighs to support myself as I sank my tongue still deeper up his ass! Barely a minute later, no longer able to contain his excitement, the lad gave notice he was about to cum and withdrew his cock from the leather sub's mouth. In response, he rapidly accelerated the pace of his wanking and, as his accomplice in my humiliation drew back to shoot his semen over my face, pulled himself off in tandem with him to coat my entire torso in cum. A move that drew a cheer from the watching crowd which had gathered around us once again. Abandoned on the ground, basted in spunk, I closed my eyes and resumed pulling on my dick to achieve a climax of my own while I recollected the myriad of indignities I had willingly suffered over the course of the evening. However, by now, Ashok had returned to the beer garden with the promised drinks and rather than stand by and watch me beat-off without their permission, my two Indian masters stepped in to up my humiliation a notch further. After coating the sole of his boot with the cum adorning my chest and belly, Ram presented its underside for me to lick clean, while Ashok placed the toe of his boot over my ball sack to stretch down my foreskin to expose my cock-head as I wanked. Determined to reach orgasm nonetheless, I tightened my muscles in response to their torments and pulled both faster and harder on my dick, until on the very brink of cumming, it belatedly occurred to me that to avoid the threatened beating I ought to seek my master's permission before I came. So, regardless of who might overhear, I gasped meekly, "Permission to cum sir?" But despite my public show of obsequiousness, I was not immediately rewarded by Ram giving me his consent, instead the leather-clad pair reached down in a pincer movement to grab hold of my nipples. "Now you can cum!" Ram announced derisively, as the pair commenced twisting their tips so forcefully that I writhed on the ground beneath their feet like a worm in its death-throws. Nevertheless, two minutes later, I finally triumphed over the excruciating pain and cried out, "I'm going to cum!" repeatedly, as I hurtled toward my long-awaited climax and took one step closer to fulfilling my fantasy of becoming another man's sex slave. END If you read this story to the end, enjoyed it and would like to read more please let the author know - as he began work on a sequel many months ago which is currently unfinished due to the lack of positive feedback! Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name. A couple of my stories are also currently available on the Gay Demon website. A free PDF version of the whole novel is currently available by email from the author at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request

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Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2024 22:33:37 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: 7 days a slave part 4 ( authoritarian) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . 7 days a slave Part 4 Thursday I woke up and pondered whether I should phone Dave and confront him about Tony . The whole thing of setting me up by inviting me to his house to meet Tony. However , when I thought about it I asked myself what actually had he done wrong ? He invited me and I could have said no . He even warned me about betting too high ! Maybe he knew something would happen ? Of course , if anything he needed my sympathy . Tony has been using him for months the poor guy ! Of course he would ask how I knew any of this and I didn't want to tell Dave what hold Tony had over me and what I had been doing. How embarrassing! I decided to say nothing. 8pm arrived and I was douched and showered expecting more of the same. I had bought some wine even ! Was I trying to impress him? He arrived in his usual arrogant style ordering me to take his coat and without asking I handed him a glass of wine. He looked surprised and we even clinked glasses together as we drank. He toasted " here's to another sleazy time you bitch ! " He downed his glass in one and then said " right ! get your arse in the bathroom ! " I didn't understand but went upstairs to the bathroom . " strip off and get in the bath !" . I didn't understand but did as he said . " kneel down and face me " . Again I obeyed . Then he unzipped and pulled out his flaccid cock. I expected that I was going to suck it but instead he grabbed my hair with one hand and to my horror he then paused and then pissed over my face. A long jet of piss hit me in the face and he then directed it all over my body . I was totally shocked . I could hear him laughing and saying " that's it slave take my piss ! Now open your slutty mouth ! ". I tasted his piss as it went into my mouth. I tried to look at him and I could see his smirking face . Finally he finished and he edged even closer and shook his cock so the last drops flicked onto me. " now suck it clean " he ordered . I hesitantly put his cock into my mouth and sucked it and it immediately went rock hard. I started to suck him but he pulled away and ordered me to shower off and " get your arse into your bedroom ". I quickly showered and dried and went into my bedroom. He was waiting . He had removed his shirt revealing his big hairy chest and still had his trousers on although his hard cock was sticking out through the fly. He had some cuffs on the bed and he put them on my wrists behind my back . I immediately felt very vulnerable. I was slightly nervous now as I couldn't defend myself . He pushed me face first onto the bed. He then said " you are a dirty filthy bitch and you deserve to be punished ". I was now frightened . He took his belt off and lashed my buttocks . " tell me that you are a filthy slag! go on admit it " . My arse was hurting and I blurted out " yes Master I am a filthy slag " . " Tell me you deserve to be punished" . " yes master I am a filthy slag and I deserve to be punished " . I heard him laughing and he thrashed my arse again and again. " oh yes it's lovely and red for me ! Now get that arse up in the air for me " . I managed draw my knees up so I was kneeling with my face on the pillow . He got behind me and applied lube to his cock and my hole and pushed into me. He was pushing my face into the pillow as he fucked me . Harder and harder he rammed me and swearing telling what a stupid cheap slag I was and other insulting things. Finally with a huge groan he shot his load into me. After a few moments he said " oh that was fucking great ! You have such a lovely tight hole. Well done slave " . Crazily I felt quite proud of myself . He then got off me and rolled me over . We were both amazed as he saw I had a massive hard on. " oh look at you slave ! I do believe that turned you on ! " . I was more embarrassed about that comment than I was even compared to what he had done to me . I couldn't understand. I realised at that point I was a total sub . Had he made me that ? Or was it latent in me all along. He had said when he first saw me that I " was ripe for using " and he " could tell I was a weak fucker " . I couldn't explain it . All I knew is my cock was rock hard and I wanted release. He put his hand on my cock and started to very slowly wank me " I bet you want me to wank you don't you? you slutty bitch ! " . " yes please Master ! " I replied . " well fucking beg me then " For the next few minutes he made me beg him. Degrading myself to him . Then he dragged me onto the floor and had me kneeling still begging . He stood in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouth ( still oozing cum ) and still begging . He towered over me looking down and dribbled spit onto my face. He was laughing and smirking as he teased my cock as he bent lower to wank it. He was totally in control . Me frustrated and begging and him smirking , laughing and spitting . He keep this up for several minutes but it felt like it was forever. I could see he absolutely loved the power and control he had . However to my amazement and disappointment he put his shirt on and zipped up and finally un-cuffed me . " I am the Master here , you slag , if you want to cum then kneel before me and wank yourself off , go on do it for me and look up at me and right in my eyes as you cum ! Do it ! " I couldn't wait to obey I wanked furiously looking up at him and made sure I looked into his eyes as I shot my load all over the carpet . With that he left the room and said " see you tomorrow at 8 pm . I am coming for dinner so make me a meal ! I will be eating alone ! " My head was all over the place . Now I was wanking for him ! Looking at him ! Into his eyes ! I was like a dog looking at his Master. What was happening to me?

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Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2024 18:02:46 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: 7 days a slave part 2 I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . 7 days a slave part 2 Tuesday I awoke with a bit of a hangover and suddenly recalled the previous night . Somehow it felt like it wasn't real . Did that really happen ? Suddenly my phone rang and it was Dave asking how I was . I said I was fine and tried downplaying what had happened . He emphasised that he had tried to warn me about betting too high . Of course I admitted I was a fool. He asked how I would pay Tony back the money and I pretended that it was all fine and it was all sorted out . I couldn't tell him the truth . Dave said that his boss Tony was a forceful person who always got his own way. Apparently a client of theirs owed some money and was paid a visit by one of Tony's `associates' who had really hurt the guy . He paid up the very next day . Dave also told me that it was Tony who had originally suggested the card game in the first place to take place at Dave's home and suggested that he invite me . He had thought it unusual at the time as he knew Tony had only met me once when I popped in to see Dave once at his workplace . Tony had also asked a few questions about me at the time. I got showered and dressed and left for work but my mind was filled with thoughts about tonight at 8pm. Also I was processing how I had felt about sucking Tony's cock. The warmth and feel of it had been ok even comforting which had surprised me but I had hated swallowing his cum. I wondered if I would have to do that every night ! It was the degradation and humiliation that I was processing. Also I couldn't face the shame if anyone found out. I was ready and showered when Tony arrived at 8pm. He entered full of swagger knowing he was going to use me as his slave. " get me a drink slave ! " he ordered. I went and got him and myself a drink and returned to find him sitting on the sofa . " take this to the bathroom and use it ! " . He handed me a douche kit ( which was a plastic bottle with a pump and a tube attached with a nozzle ) . I had never used one before but it was pretty obvious what to do and also obvious what his intentions were ! This situation had gone to a different level ! I soon figured how to use it and returned to the lounge. Tony was sitting there with his trousers and pants down revealing his cock and balls. " I have never used a douche before and I haven't ever had anal sex before " I revealed to him. " well that's good, as tonight you will, you dirty bitch " he smirked " you don't have to call me names! " I told him " listen here you stupid fuck ! You are my slave and I will do and say what I like ! Unless you want to give me my money now ?" . I lowered my eyes knowing I couldn't pay him . He continued " I thought not ! So get fucking used to it. There may be , probably will be, things you don't like but I don't give a fuck ! It's what I like that counts. Understand ? " I nodded in submission . " good so strip off " I stripped off in front of him feeling really embarrassed . He sat back enjoying the show and playing with his cock . When I was naked he told me " give me a twirl " . I felt totally stupid turning around for him to leer at . " yeah there's a nice tight butt ! " he said . Then he told me to kneel and remove his shoes and socks. I obeyed. " that's a good slut ! Now kiss my feet ! ". I had never done that degrading act before and I knew he was doing it to humiliate me. I gingerly edged forward and kissed his feet in turn . " more ! And lick them too ! " . I was repulsed at the thought of licking his feet and pleadingly looked at him and I could see his smirking smug face . " do it or give me my money ! " . My tongue edged out and started licking his feet . I felt so cheap . " that's a good slave ! Now suck my cock ! `` I looked at his cock which was now hard and pointing upwards. It looked big , bigger than mine . It was quite thick and longer and somehow I felt inferior to him. I leaned in to take it in my mouth and slowly moved my mouth up and down. It didn't taste as sweaty as it had the previous night and I caught a smell of soap so I was glad he had washed. Somehow I was getting used to doing it and I tried to suppress my feeling of gaining pleasure from pleasing him ! What was the matter with me? " now put some of this lube up your arse " he ordered . I took a bottle of lube which he had retrieved from his pocket and squirted some onto my fingers and applied it . " I never told you to stop sucking did I ? . I applied the lube while continuing to suck him . He then stood and told me to lean forward onto the sofa and he moved behind me and knelt down in between my legs. I could feel him probing my hole with his cock. He snatched the lube back and applied some to his cock. I started to panic and said again " I have never had anal sex before ! " I was hoping he would be gentle with me . " well that's too bad you slag as you are going to get your cherry popped tonight . I am going to use you good ! " With that he pushed his cock very slowly into me . It hurt a bit as it went in and I gasped. His cock stretched my hole as his cock was so thick . I think he had pushed just the head of his cock in . " yeah that's it bitch ! Take it ! Now say thank you Master ! " I was gasping but somehow managed to say " thank you Master " . With that he pushed his cock further in and then withdrew it slowly then pushed it back in again. Each time he slowly pushed a little deeper . He was fucking me doggy style with my face being pushed into the sofa cushions . Finally he was all the way in and he laughed and said " good fucking slag taking all my big cock . Now thank me again ! " I could barely catch my breath but managed to say" thank you Master " . I heard him laugh. " the first time I saw you I thought to myself I want that nice tight arse and I always get what I want especially with men . That's your cherry gone bitch now I am going to fuck you hard ! " With that he started thrusting and pounding me gradually building up speed until I could hear his big balls slapping against my arse . " yah you slag that's what I like ! " he loudly cried out. He was grabbing my hair with one hand and slapping my arse with the other . " fucking take it you stupid fucking bitch boi " . He was building up to cumming and I felt his cock expand even more when suddenly he let out a massive groan as he shot his cum into me. My own cock was rubbing up against the sofa and to my surprise it too was hard and I rubbed myself harder against the sofa and shot my load too ! I think he must have realised as I also groaned as I shot my cum onto the side of the sofa. He withdrew and then stood up and calmly got dressed. I flopped forward feeling totally spent . I knew he had cum in me and somehow I too had cum . I was embarrassed. I couldn't work out how I had got so excited and I was trying to process what had happened . I stayed there burying my face in the cushion . " same time tomorrow night slave " and with that I heard my front door slam as he left . I went and had a thorough shower and cleaned up the sofa. I made a cup of tea and tried to analyse my feelings. Yes , he was a bullying brute of a man and yes it was my own fault but something had happened to make me get excited and shoot my cum . What was happening to me ? ( to be continued )

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Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 01:05:02 -0700 (PDT) From: einhardno Subject: Yearning PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened. Yearning (M/t, oral, anal) by einhard Jerry unfolded his hands and opened his eyes. It hadn't worked this time, either. Why were his prayers never answered? The voices inside his head had an answer for him: "Because you don't want them to be. You want it to happen. You desire it! You need it!" "I don't!" screamed Jerry silently. As if in reply, images stole into his mind, and his cock responded by thickening and lengthening. Jerry could almost hear the voices chuckling softly. He heard it then. The soft noise of something heavy landing, catlike, on the small balcony outside his room. His heart at once started beating frantically. The smell was intoxicating, even if the man stood all the way down by the end of Jerry's bed. Jerry always thought of him as "the man", even though he knew him. The man was only two years older than himself. No more than nineteen. Jerry knew his name, too, knew the place where he worked, where he lived. Yet he was always "the man". The smell was of lubrication oil, a little sweat; not stale, but fresh. There was tobacco, too. And something else, something undefinable. That smell was the essence of "the man", the thing that drove his thoughts of sin and damnation out of his mind the minute he sensed it. It would attack him sometimes at school, too, and not at times when the effect was easiest to hide. The man's belt slapped softly against his body as he loosened it. Then the familiar sound of denim slidng against skin. And the smell! Jerry was leaking. The man came to the side of the bed and threw the cover aside, revealing the full length of the hugely erect teenage boy lying in it. He leered lustily, then crawled onto the bed. As usual, he positioned himself astride Jerry's body, arching his back to give the boy an eyeful of the long, elegant cock and the hairless balls that hung low beneath it. Putting his hands on the bed, the man knee-walked up, sticking the cockhead in Jerry's nose. With his hand, he moved it carefully around, smearing the pre-cum on Jerry's upper lip before forcing the hard throbber down, pushing at Jerry's lips. They opened at once, and the thing slid inside the waiting mouth. Soon, the man was holding Jerry's head and making fucking motions. Jerry couldn't help moaning just a little, but checked himself. As if of their own volition, his hands moved up to the back of those steely thighs above him, stroking them, then up further still, caressing the soft, warm globes of the man's ass, gliding over them, moving towards each other, searching for the place where those two orbs met... Slap! The man had released Jerry's head,and the sharp contact with his right hand on Jerry's left burned. Hastily, Jerry let go of the man's body and lay still, cringing inwardly. "I told you! None of that queer stuff, okay?" Figthing back his tears, Jerry nodded. "Turn over!" The man moved away, and Jerry obediently lay on his stomach. "You ready for me, like I said?" "Yes", whispered Jerry. "Good boy!" Pride surged in Jerry's chest, and again, the tears had to be fought back. The man put his hands on Jerry's hips, raising them slightly off the bed. The moist anal openinglooked up at him, almost shining in the reflection of the moonlight. Jerry, trembling with shame and anticipation, had lubricated it liberally only fifteen minutes earler, just before his prayer session. There was a short pause, during which the man put on a condom. He had said he would prefer to do it bareback, but if cum started trickling out onto the bed while Jerry was sleeping, somebody would find out. Jerry was in a panick about that, and the man had agreed to condoms. The heat of the man's body on his back was overpowering. Then the soft pressure against his hole, the sharp stab of the entry, the stop, the painful, yet wonderful feeling of the long tube going in, in, in... There was no longer any "almost" about it. Jerry was overpowered. As the man quickly got into a rhythm, pulling out and pushing in, going hard, making Jerry bounce up and down on the bed - thankfully, the springs didn't creak - it was all Jerry could do to reach for his pillow and bury his face in it. The guttural noises that could no longer be held back were muffled, and Jerry's hands clenched the big, thick pillow harder and harder as the tension in his body and in his groin rose higher and higher and higher... The man had stopped moving, and was grunting and twitching on his back. Jerry knew he was ejaculating inside the condom. What he wouldn't give for the feeling of that hot, viscous fluid inside him, directly, with nothing to shield him... The man pulled out abruptly, painfully, killing every hope Jerry had of achieving orgasm while that wonderful thing was still in him. A couple of times, the man had stayed in bed with Jerry afterwards, lying beside him, letting him feel the warmth. Once, he'd even taken him a second time, with Jerry lying on his side, one leg lifted high and resting in the man's hand, the other stretched out fully against the man's leg, Jerry's back and the man's front in full contact. But not today. The man was already dressed, and Jerry only caught a glimpse of him as he jumped out on the balcony, then stretched to climb up on the roof, which he would then leave from the side facing the woods. A short flash of revealed abdomen was Jerry's reward, the one he would dream about until the next time. For a minute or two, Jerry just lay there, lost in thought. Then he quickly stretched out a hand, found a small towel under his mattress, wiped his asshole, sniffed the towel briefly and whimpered. Ten seconds later, he was on his back, the towel on his stomach and chest, his right hand moving in a blur up and down his shaft. The explosion was intense, as if all of Jerry's pain and desire were in it. Actually, some of it missed the towel altogether and landed right below Jerry's lower lip. He flicked out his tongue and caught it. Five minutes after that, his dick and body wiped dry, Jerry was on his side, tears rolling. Why did it have to be this way? Why wouldn't God help him turn away from this wickedness? Why? Why? The voices chuckled softly. This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002. All rights reserved. Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? You can mail me at: einhardno@yahoo.com

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Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2024 18:08:03 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 23-24 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Twenty-Three Good morning Sir! I'm available for fucking after 6pm today or anytime tomorrow or later on in the week if this suits you better. I received no reply until 10am the following morning - one which required me to travel to him by car, rather than by underground, and carry out more grocery shopping for him, but this time not at the local mini-market, but at the large supermarket on the way to his flat. 1230hrs today is good beforehand you will go to a Tesco superstore and get the following: There then follow a list of twenty or so groceries items, beginning with 2 pints of semi-skimmed milk, but mixed in with them two that especially caught my attention. 3 x Tesco My Baby's Moisturising Oil (500ml) 1 x pink frilly ladies knickers...which you will have on before you get here also...you will have on sweatpants...white socks and trainers and a tee shirt...and bring a rubber with you all clear? Aware the car was short on gas, I realised it would be a rush to refuel, do the shopping and make it to his flat by the required time. So, although I noticed his inclusion of "pink frilly ladies knickers" in his shopping list, I had little time to dwell on it, and fired off a short message to confirm that I would be coming. I then quickly trimmed my hair, douched, showered, dressed in the outfit he had demanded I wear and rooted around in my drawers for condoms and lube. Before leaving, I also grabbed a couple of folded plastic shopping bags from my collection, one with the slogan "Use me, reuse me and try not to lose me" on its outside - hoping Ram might get the hidden message. Spotting a roll of duct tape in the same drawer, on impulse I stashed it in the bottom of one of them in the hope of encouraging the boy to experiment with bondage, without actually telling him what to do with it. I sped around the North Circular, stopped off at the petrol station and then psyched myself up to enter the supermarket and face the challenge of buying the requested knickers. I wasn't completely phased by the request as I'd bought the pair of lacy black ones Ram and his mate had discovered amidst my collection of SM gear from the lingerie department of Marks & Spencer in Oxford Street many years before. On that occasion I had managed to conquer my embarrassment sufficiently to remain straight-faced, despite the suppressed giggles of the counter staff when I'd paid for them. This time round, I decided I would brazen it out at the checkout by pretending the knickers were no more unusual than the other items I'd put in my trolley. Although a wry smile appeared on the lips of the African/Caribbean woman at the checkout, and no doubt she had a laugh with her colleagues about it afterwards, I kept my cool, offered her my credit card and hastily stuffed the knickers into my bag. However, once outside in the sunshine of the car park, to my annoyance, I noticed a guy was sitting in his car right next to my own with his window wound down, due to the heat. I got in the car, set the bag with the knickers in it down on the passenger seat and rooted through it until I located them. It was only then that I discovered I'd accidentally bought two pairs - one pink, the other white - for the princely sum of 5. Sadly, they were of the utilitarian sort so neither of them had any frills! They'd still be humiliating to be seen putting on in a supermarket car park however! I glanced across at my neighbour, irritated that there seemed to be no sign of him moving off anytime soon. I was getting late, so there was nothing else for it, I'd have to change into the knickers whilst sitting in the driver's seat regardless of whether he could see what I was up to or not! After all, I assured myself, I'd got changed in the car for sports often enough in the past, so this wasn't all that different and there was a good chance the guy wouldn't even notice. I hastily slipped off my trainers, eased my sweatpants off onto the floor and stepped into the knickers. With my face reddened from a combination of the heat and embarrassment, I slid them up over my hairy legs then stretched the flimsy fabric over my thighs - realising as I did so that I'd selected ones that were not only void of frills but also on the small size! With my cock and balls protruding from the taut crotch like fish caught in a net and the rear waistband barely covering the bottom third of my buttocks, I guessed they could be described as "sexy" - but humiliating was probably closer to the truth! Certainly, my bored neighbour was a bit taken aback by what he saw when he glimpsed across at me when I raised my ass from the seat to pull up my sweatpants! But before he could do anything more than snigger, I had turned the key in the ignition and had hightailed it out of the car park. I then happily resumed my journey eastward on the North Circular, occasionally announcing to the passing vehicles that I was wearing pink knickers and on my way to be fucked by my dishy Indian master! Perhaps over-excited, I somehow missed a turning, had to retrace my steps and so despite making good progress ended up arriving almost 10 minutes late. After being let in, I hurried up the stairs toting my two bags of shopping, quickly relieved myself, took a drink of water from the bathroom tap to lubricate my throat, then returned to the hallway to put on the blindfold, get down on my knees and knock on the bottom of the lounge door. "Late again!" Ram commented as soon as he opened the door, immediately grabbing hold of me by the ear and dragging me into the living room on all fours. Unable to see where I was going, I collided with the door and then some nearby furniture, so held back to protect myself from further injury. Annoyed by my resistance, in frustration the youngster increased the pressure on my ear so I scurried forward and hit my forehead on the edge of the coffee table. "Take your clothes off, so I can see your knickers!" he demanded. While I hurriedly did as I was told, a pathetic sub, eager to please my young master, willing and eager to emasculate myself further by donning a pair of girly panties, he gathered up the shopping bags and took them to the kitchen to unpack. "Stand on top of the coffee table and put your hands on your head!" he called across to me, once I was naked but for my skimpy feminine covering. He made me wait like this while he made himself a coffee, before returning to my side and sliding his fingers beneath the tight waistband and hems, as he inspected them. Heaving a sigh of exasperation, he yanked them down to expose my genitals and awarded my fast-stiffening shaft and ball-sack a series of hard slaps. "Bend over!" he demanded, after repositioning himself at the other side of the table and yanking the panties down to my thighs, "That's for turning up late - yet again!" he explained, "And that's for buying knickers that aren't frilly enough!" he added, landing more slaps on my bare ass to drive his point home. Once he grew tired of berating me, the lad had me pull up my knickers and get back down on my knees to service his cock, while he sat down on the sofa, finished drinking his coffee, smoked a cigarette and watched TV contentedly. Fifteen minutes or so later, by which time I was starting to think nothing else new was going to happen that day, Ram led me from the lounge to his bedroom, and after guiding me through the door, urged me to clamber up onto the bed with a slap on my backside. There, instead of finding the duvet I'd been expecting, I discovered it had been set aside and replaced with what felt like a large bath towel. "Despite your continued ineptitude, today you're going to have the privilege of giving master a massage," he announced, placing a plastic bottle in my hand, "Here's the oil you're going to use. Make sure you warm it on your hands before putting it on me and stay on the towel - I don't want to find any stains on my sheets once you're done!" "I'll be careful sir!" I promised, overwhelmed with excitement that Ram had finally taken me up of the offer to massage him I had made eons ago and at the prospect of finally being free to admire and fondle the whole of his body unhindered. "You're also going to keep your blindfold on throughout," he added, pre-empting the question I was about to ask, "and keep your knickers on as well! I don't want you poking your dick anywhere near my arse! Now, get out of my way, so I can lie down, then get started on my back!" Wow! What had I done to deserve this treat, I wondered, as I eagerly coated my palms with the baby oil I'd purchased earlier and carefully set the bottle down on the bedside table out of harm's way. I'd incorporated massage into my love-making repertoire many years before, after studying the techniques and memorising the different strokes from a guide book, as I found sliding my hands over the taut muscles a naked lover's flesh to provide them with pleasure, highly erotic. However, I'd never done it whilst blindfolded before! Rather than stand beside the bed, as a professional masseur would do, I moved to the foot of the mattress and parted Ram's legs, so I could position my knees between them, and then leaned forward to transfer some of my weight onto his back via my oiled-up hands. I began by massaging his shoulder blades and his neck, to ease the tension that tends to build up there and as he moaned appreciatively, slowly worked my way downwards. Needless to say, despite the knickers constraining it, by the time I reached his waist, my cock was again fully hard, so excited was I by the prospect of running my hands over the twin mounds of the Indian lad's butt. However, not wishing to push my luck so far so soon, I diplomatically returned to oil up my hands to coat the backs of his legs instead and ran them repeatedly over the muscles of his slender calves, before running them more vigorously up and down his thighs, after which, the proximity of my favourite part of the lad's anatomy began to beckon me again. But before covering his buttocks with oil, I risked provoking his wrath by deviating from his instructions by first easing them apart so I could lick the whole length of his crack with my tongue. When he didn't object, I did it several more times and, to underline the extent of my devotion to him, playfully eased its tip inside his hole until he wriggled with pleasure. Encouraged by receiving no reprimand for taking the initiative, soon afterwards I resumed his massage by kneading the muscles of his ass with my hands and was soon running both of them in a sweeping motion over his oiled-up thighs, ass and back, back, ass and thighs repeatedly, whilst slowly upping the pressure and delving deeper into the more yielding curves of his pert behind. Despite knowing I was again taking my life in my hands, each time I did it, I let my lubricated fingers venture a little deeper into the cleft of his buttocks and then risked sinking them fully into his crack to oil it up fully. Growing bolder, I then repeated what I had done with my tongue with my fingers, and to my delight, the lad didn't ward me off but emitted yet more groans of pleasure, as I circled the taut ring of muscles with the tip of my forefinger and then pushed my luck still further, by sliding it slowly in and out of his hole. After securing his consent for me to probe the most intimate part of him to augment his pleasure, I grew in confidence and resumed massaging the whole of his torso more vigorously to loosen up the muscles fully, but kept returning to the honey-pot of his ass time and time again as an integral part of this process. As sweat began to gather on my brow, I drew this part of the massage process to a conclusion by gently lowering myself down on top of him to gradually bring all of my weight to bear and then grab hold of his hands to encapsulate the whole of his slender body beneath me in an all-encompassing embrace. Despite my rock-hard cock being constrained by the knickers, he had insisted I wear, my shaft inevitably aligned itself between his buttocks, provoking me to grind my hips rhythmically up against his behind to enhance my pleasure and mingle the oil that coated him with my sweat. Amazed to be permitted such intimacy, as I lay on top of him, I sought to add to my master's enjoyment still further by running my fingers through his hair to award his scalp a vigorous massage too. As I had expected, this soon set him groaning with pleasure once again and hopefully distracted him from the continued upward thrusts of my cock against his ass that accompanied it! "Time for you to do my front!" Ram announced, clearly keen to experience more once his scalp massage was completed. I guessed the lad had not experienced a full-body massage before and only today had come to realise just how pleasurable it could be. Certainly, one as intimate and erotic as the one I had perfected over the years as a result of incorporating my experiences from past lovers and professional masseurs to refine my technique. He clearly also didn't realise that massaging his front was likely to be a far more erotic experience than his rear and one in which he would not be able to hide in the towel the extent of his sexual arousal from me. Elated to have been left to my own devices for so long, I obediently slid from his back to allow him to turn over and returned to the bottle to spread more baby oil over my palms. Knowing from experience that massaging his chest was most likely to turn him on, I opted to begin by doing his hands and arms first. So, it was not until I repositioned myself between his legs and accidentally brushed against it that I realised my master's cock was lying taut across his belly even harder than my own! Once again, I deviated from the strictures of conventional massage and lowered my head to take Ram's cock into my mouth and massage it with my lips, but as I sucked, I also raised my oiled-up hands to his chest. As though performing a salaam in slow motion, I was soon cupping his pecs in my palms and running my hands down over his ribcage and the flatness of his stomach all the way to his crotch. I alternated this with taking his engorged cock ever deeper down my throat, taking advantage of his excitement to mischievously tweak his nipples almost as hard as he did my own. When I received a surprise slap across the face for this, I quickly sought to make amends by wrapping my hands lovingly around the base of his cock and oiled-up his ball sack so I could fondle it as I sucked. But so excited was I at being let loose on my young master's body that I rapidly strayed off-piste again and gradually slid my fingers beneath his scrotum until I could insert one of them into his ass-hole from the front. However, this time round my wandering hands were rebuffed by my master withdrawing his cock from my mouth and slapping me across the face a second time. "I'm the only one who'll be doing any fucking around here!" he announced, pushing me aside and rising from the bed, after which he forced my head down into the towel with my ass up in the air. "Take off your knickers, girlie!" he demanded, leaving me to disentangle the now oil-soaked, tight-fitting band from my ass and genitals and drag it down over my thighs, while he set about donning a condom. "On yer back... with yer legs in the air!" he added, after impatiently yanking the knickers free of my ankles. Then, standing at the side of the bed, he aligned my up-turned ass with the tip of his cock and as he entered me, hitched my legs over his shoulders so he could fuck me from the front with our faces barely inches apart. Due to the presence of the massage oil, which by now coated both of us from head to toe, I felt only pleasure at being enveloped so completely and penetrated so deeply and let out a contented moan as the lad began to glide his shaft in and out of my hole. "Keep yer eyes closed!" he demanded, pausing to yank off the blindfold so he could add to his satisfaction by seeing the expression on my face as he entered me. Aroused by the unprecedented intimacy, and turned on by the smell of coffee and cigarette smoke that permeated his breath as it mingled with the scent of the oil, I found myself tempted to open my eyes, especially when for only the second time since we had met, Ram placed his lips on top of my own and slid his tongue deep into my mouth as he continued to thrust his shaft inside me. I guessed his dick was hitting the right spot for once, because as the pace of my fucking accelerated, I found myself losing all control of my ass muscles and uncertain if I was about to piss or cum in response to the pounding the lad was giving my ass. With neither need nor time to bring to mind the humiliations he had imposed on me that day, I surrendered fully to his youthful passion as we both hurtled headlong toward orgasm. Parting our lips to vent our mutual satisfaction, we came within seconds of one another and were soon lying spent side by side on the bed in something akin to connubial bliss. Chapter Twenty-Four Only seven days after my last encounter with Ram, I mischievously left a track on his profile just for the hell of it, wondering if he would respond. To my surprise, he replied at three-thirty that same afternoon, proposing that we meet up again that evening. However, when to my dismay, he also included another, even lengthier, shopping list along with his instructions, I guessed maybe he was just running short on groceries! arrive at 1900hrs and not a minute earlier beforehand you will go to a tesco superstore and get the following: There then followed a long list of items, beginning with 2 cartons of semi-skimmed milk, but this time none of them were of any particular sexual interest, apart from possibly the carrots! ...for the shop you will have on a vest and jogging shorts...white socks and trainers... and bring a rubber with you all clear? As the weather was pretty hot, doing Ram's shopping dressed in running gear shouldn't cause too great a stir in the supermarket I reflected, gladdened that the lad was still putting some thought into what I should wear for our meets and that it seemed to be getting less and less each visit! It also set me wondering what particular form of humiliation he had lined up for me after my arrival. Although I'd been given over three hours' notice, I realised to avoid being late I would have to allow time for shopping and getting caught up in the rush hour traffic, so abandoned my plans for the rest of the day and prepared to leave more or less immediately. I was now more familiar with the layout of the supermarket and the location of the goods the lad usually had me buy on his behalf, so the shopping was over with pretty quickly. Thankfully, the traffic wasn't too bad either so I arrived outside Ram's flat early, but refrained from texting him until dead on 7pm. Once admitted to his lair, I set the shopping bags down in the hallway, took a quick piss and a drink of tap water, before returning to put on the blindfold, getting down on my knees and knocking on the bottom of the lounge door for admittance. "In you come!" Ram commanded, holding open the door to allow me to slide the full shopping bags before me on the smooth vinyl surface until I reached the centre of the room. Instead of being greeted by the sound of the news on TV, today I noted he had some lively dance music playing in the background to accompany our antics. "On your feet, hands on head!" he demanded, whisking away the bags to unload them in the kitchen, then added from there, "While I'm unpacking, you can start running on the spot! Cos today we're having a workout!" By which I understood, I was about to have a workout! Having had one of my own in my home gym that morning, I was less than enthusiastic about the prospect, but lowered my arms from my head nonetheless and did as I was told. "I'll leave the cash and the empty bags out in the hallway, so you won't forget 'em when you leave!" he announced five minutes later, as he edged past me to reach the door to deposit them outside, by which time I was already beginning to flag. "Is that the fastest you can manage?" he asked on his return. Despite me already being red in the face and sweat beginning to gather on my brow, I speeded up my action, determined to show him what I was capable of, only for him to return to the kitchen and set about making himself a drink. As the aroma of freshly made coffee slowly filled the room, once again the pace of my running began to slacken, provoking Ram to shout out "Faster!" before he returned to place his mug on top of the coffee table, settle down on the sofa and light up a cigarette, to scrutinise my efforts more closely. "You're looking a bit red in the face already and we've only just begun!" he smirked, after exhaling a cloud of smoke in my direction, "I know, why don't you take off the running gear and we make this a naked workout session!" Grateful for any excuse to take a break, I paused to catch my breath before dragging the already sweat-soaked vest off over my head and sliding the running shorts down to my feet to step out of them. "That's it, take a little breather!" he conceded as he snatched my jogging gear away from me, "Cos I've got a whole lot more exercises lined up for you today..." "But first, let's finish off the warm-up by having you do some star jumps for me!" "Four sets of twenty. Go!" he added in the manner of a professional fitness trainer when I was slow to respond. Reluctantly, I raised my arms and parted my legs and set my now unrestrained genitals swinging, as I jumped up and down eighty times for my master's amusement, counting out each jump under my breath until I eventually reached the required total. "Now let's move on to something a bit more challenging!" he announced, as I bent over gasping for breath. "We'll start with some squats, I think... it's about time we firmed up that flabby butt of yours!" "Four sets of twenty. Go!" "What flabby butt?" I thought resentfully, as I thrust out my arms, bent my knees and began easing my ass up and down, again counting them out so I made sure I did no more than the required number. "Do it slower and get that ass lower!" Ram demanded, doubling the amount of effort involved in an instant. Once I'd gasped and groaned my way through all four sets and had begun to wonder if I'd ever be able to walk again, the lad demanded I turn around so he could check out my ass. While I did my best to hold my muscles taut, he grabbed hold of as much of my flesh as he could and proceeded to yank it around. "Still a bit on the flabby side," he commented, "I think we'll need to do another set!" "I'm not sure I can sir!" I warned, "I had an hour-long workout only this morning!" "I'm surprised you're making such a meal of it in that case!" Ram replied unsympathetically, "You know what they say, no pain, no gain!" I knew the saying well, but had always refused to be pushed beyond my limits by over-enthusiastic gym instructors in the past, fearing that I might do myself an injury. However, knowing this time there would be consequences should I refuse to co-operate and that Ram was plainly itching for an excuse to punish me, I heaved a resigned sigh and continued where I'd left off. But I only managed six more before the lad got what he was after. "I can see I'm going to have to provide you with an incentive to do better!" he said, heaving a sigh and rising to his feet, "Bend over and touch your toes!" After positioning me sideways on to the sofa, my host headed off to the kitchen to select an implement he judged suitable to administer my punishment and returned to make up the shortfall in the number of squats I'd performed by landing twice as many slaps on my ass followed by "six more for luck" with what felt like a large wooden spoon. "We'd best give your legs time to recover now, I think..." he announced as he ran his hands over my buttocks to check out the impact his blows had had on my ass. "Nice and pink," he gloated, "and so sexy in a sub, don't you think! Maybe I should get you to spank yourself every day in future so they always look this way!" "Okay, straighten up and put your hands back on your head!" he instructed, focussing back on the workout following his musings. "Now for something you can do lying down... that'll maybe help reduce this belly of yours!" he added, tugging at the flesh covering my abs before I had the opportunity to tighten up the muscles. "Back up a bit!" he added, after deciding what would come next, and proceeded to remove one of the sofa cushions and place it on the floor where I'd been standing. The next thing I knew, I was laid out on the cushion flat on my back, with Ram squatting above me with his ass in my face! "This exercise is designed to strengthen the lower abs," he explained, "you raise your feet up from the floor as high as you can and hold them there, until I count out the next one. But I'm going to make it more pleasurable for you by having you kiss my ass every time you do it!" "Got it?" "Yes sir, I've done them before." I mumbled back from beneath him. "Great! We'll start off with a set of twenty!" he responded, shuffling his ass around to align the crack between his buttocks with my nose before he began. "ONE!" he counted out, leaving me to raise my legs from the floor and pucker my lips to kiss the nearest part of his undercarriage as I could reach. As I strained to hold my position, I realised that this exercise not only worked my abs but also the muscles at the front of my thighs as well. "TWO" only came after what seemed like an age, but thankfully was quickly followed by "THREE" and "FOUR" making me realise that the longer he had me hold my legs in the air, the more demanding and painful the exercise would become. This was something Ram maybe realised too, as he varied the length of the interval randomly until the set was completed. "Excellent!" he applauded, "As your reward you may now lick my ass!" Wanting the interval between sets to last as long as possible, I parted his buttocks with my hands and slid my tongue as far inside his hole as I could, only to have to commence a second set barely a minute later. After I somehow managed to complete it, I was awarded the same treat as before, but in the middle of the third set, I could feel my right thigh muscle beginning to cramp. In a blind panic, I shoved Ram's ass from my face and sat up to combat the excruciating pain, sliding the blindfold off in the process to see what I was doing. "Well, we didn't get very far with our workout, did we!" Ram commented wryly, standing back to watch as I began vigorously massaging my thigh as though my life depended on it. "I guess we'd better return you to light duties for the rest of the day!" he added, as he watched, realising that unlike the exaggerated cries I'd made when he'd spanked my ass, this time my suffering was completely genuine. "Though I suggest, you beef up that workout of yours in future!" he commented light-heartedly a minute or so later, awarding me an affectionate pat on the top of my head to console me as the pain gradually began to subside and my breathing become more regular, causing me to glimpse up and discover that not only was he already fully naked but that his cock was also erect. The youngster was now plainly getting off on humiliating me as much as he was by having me service his dick! "Let me put the sofa cushion back, so you can sit down," he offered solicitously, leaving me able to catch a glimpse of his rear as he lifted it up from the floor. "Here, let me give you a hand!" he then added, from which I gathered he was growing concerned that our sex session might have to be curtailed before he fucked me as a result of his bullying. "There's no need to put the blindfold back on," he added, when I made a move to retrieve it before sitting down, adding an even more surprising concession to ensure our love making would not end prematurely. No sooner was I seated, than he sat beside me and drew me down to his chest where he held me tightly in his arms, "Poor slave boy, hurt his leg!" he commiserated, as though comforting a small child who'd had a fall, whilst stroking me on the back of my head reassuringly. Happy to milk my suffering and the lad's guilt for all it was worth, I responded by wrapping my arms around his torso in return, and gradually eased my head downwards until my face was rubbing up against his cock. Catching sight of his genitals at close quarters, after being deprived of seeing them for so long, I tightened my arms lovingly around his waist in a grateful hug and as the emotions welled up inside me, took his perfectly formed penis into my mouth and commenced sucking on it. Although the tenderness Ram showed toward me that day was undoubtedly motivated by pity and laced with irony, I was more than happy to accept any affection the lad cared to show me with gratitude. That the manner he spoke to me was also demeaning, only added to the pleasure as far as I was concerned, as it simultaneously reminded me that my status in our relationship was an inferior one. Despite my aching limbs and the threat of my leg returning into spasm at any moment, given free rein to worship and view his body, I ignored the pain and proceeded to demonstrate my continued submission to my handsome young master, by sucking, licking, kissing and caressing him unreservedly. Hoping that my actions would finally persuade the lad that he had no need to blindfold me to ensure I complied with his wishes, or to hide any part of his body from my gaze, as I worshipped each and every bit of him with equal intensity, regardless of any flaws he himself might judge himself to possess. Still conscious that my muscle cramps might interrupt us a second time, at this juncture, Ram opted to lead me limping to his bedroom so we could resume our lovemaking in even greater comfort. But no sooner had I laid down on the bed, than he threw himself on top of me and began kissing me on the lips as he thrust his hard shaft up against my belly, seemingly turned on by the added vulnerability my exhaustion had given me. Completely bushed by my earlier exertions and overwhelmed by the intensity of his passion, I lay back and let him have his way. In no time, he was draping my legs over his shoulders and sliding his condom and lube-coated shaft up my ass, which, like the rest of my exhausted body, offered no resistance. Folded beneath him with our faces barely inches apart, he began kissing me passionately on the lips and sucked my tongue into his mouth to underline the completeness of his ownership of me. Seemingly turned on by the extent of my surrender, he rapidly reached his climax, only to became more solicitous again, once he was spent. After withdrawing his dick from my hole, he gently lowered my legs down to the bed and instructed me to commence tugging on my tumescent cock, while he rose to dispose of the rubber. Observing I was struggling to get hard on his return, rather than provide me with further inspiration, he lay down beside me, gave me a hug and suggested I take a rest. Only, to my annoyance, then promptly fall asleep! However, I soon got over my resentment when I realised that for the first time since we had met, I had the young Indian I had idolised for so long completely at my mercy! Suddenly, waking him up was the last thing I wanted to do! Instead, I gradually eased my body further away from him to reduce the risk of disturbing him as I resumed pulling on my cock, which had miraculously sprung back to life again the instant I had realised the possibilities the lad's unconsciousness had opened up for me. Dare I sneak out to retrieve my phone from the hallway to secretly obtain my first pictures of him, laid out on the bed naked? A move fully justified in my book, given I had still not seen hide nor hair of the humiliating video and still pics he and his photographer mate took of me two years previously! But, given I would have to clamber over him to do so and the flash would probably wake him, I quickly dismissed the idea and realised I would have to settle for committing his good looks to memory and, for once, make use of his unprecedented vulnerability, to inspire my orgasm. Despite the temptation to begin my amorous survey with the more intimate parts of the lad's anatomy, given I had already sampled their smell, taste and texture so many times in the past, it hardly seemed necessary. It was his handsome face that I yearned to examine more closely, having been smitten by it after the briefest glimpse when we had first met and only been permitted to see it again on just a handful of occasions since. Coated with a covering of glistening sweat as a result of fucking me, I noted his face was a darker shade of brown than his body, as a result of its exposure to the summer sun. His silky, raven-black, hair was swept back from his forehead, upon which, not a single wrinkle was to be seen, with just a few strands falling beguilingly over it as he slumbered. With his eyelids closed, it was not his piercing brown eyes that captured my attention but his nose, which I noted for the first time was endearingly askew and his parted lips, which were framed by a neatly trimmed goatee beard and moustache, which partly obscured his dimpled chin. All of which combined to give him a mischievous look that perfectly matched his nature and made me fall in love with him all over again. Although I longed to stroke his hair and kiss him gently on the tip of his nose, I decided not to squander my opportunity by awakening him in this way, which I was pretty sure would not be welcomed by him in any case! So instead, I painstakingly reversed my position on the bed until my face was positioned opposite his feet, deciding this was by far the most appropriate place for a slave to commence worshiping his master. After admiring their shapely slenderness and inhaling their odour, I gently rubbed my cheek against their soles to sample their texture before sticking out my tongue and licking them from top to bottom, after which I took each and every one of his toes into my mouth and sucked on them in turn. At what point my actions awoke my host, I had no idea, but it was hard for me to believe he was not aware of what I was up to, so I guessed he was more than happy to leave me to worship him whilst wrapped up in my own submissive fantasy world, while he continued his nap. Only when I kissed my way up his legs and began licking the juices from his spent cock did he finally stir, and then only to turn onto his side and present me with his ass in its stead! Nothing could have suited me more! With yet another of my fantasies fulfilled, despite my thigh muscle threatening to convulse again at any moment, I stuck out my tongue and redoubled the pace of my wanking until my cock erupted spectacularly and I enjoyed the most satisfactory of orgasms. "Let yourself out," Ram murmured as I rose from the bed, "all this exercise has tired me out!" After which he immediately drifted back off to sleep, leaving me to sneak off to the bathroom to clean myself up before donning my workout gear and taking my leave. Despite aching in virtually every muscle of my body, I managed to drive home without incident, joining in with my favourite songs on the music player and feeling blissfully happy! However, when I got home, I had so much difficulty climbing the stairs that my partner immediately noticed my discomfort. "That boy'll be the death of you!" he warned, shaking his head from side to side with a broad grin. To be continued... Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? 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