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From: Mikey Mark <Mikey_Mark@hotmail.com>
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com
Subject: Bondage Boy (m/t oral/anal/bond/ws)
Date: Sun, 30 Aug 1998 14:51:05 GMT

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting adult males. If you are offended by such material,
or are under the legal age of consent to read such material, please do not
read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story
are entirely ficticious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely
coincidental.


* * *


"The Bondage Boy" - Part 1/2

by Mikey Mark


* * *


I noticed him the first minute he walked in the door. The place wasn't too
busy, as it was still before midnight. It was a dingy and tacky little
basement bar just off the beaten path from the better known gay nightclubs,
just a few blocks away. The place was popular with a rougher sort of crowd
who didn't care much for "boppy" music. Sure, they played a similar kind of
music, but often they would throw in an old rock tune or other well worn
favorites rather than the latest "hot" discoveries for jaded and fickle
dancers. This made it a more laid back kind of place. The heavy leather
dungeon atmosphere also might have had something to do with it...

Sitting at a table with a couple of friends, I watched him come in and look
around as if he wasn't sure if he was in the right place. He was young,
blond and cute and he was in the right place all right, the right place to
get picked up. At least a dozen pairs of eyes were starring at him. He had
on a pair of baggy jeans, thick black leather belt, white high-top sneakers,
a white t-shirt with some words scrawled across the front and a jean jacket
with the collar turned half up, all worn three sizes too big for him in the
style of the day. His dirty blond hair was pulled back in a short ponytail
that was obscured by his backwards baseball hat. I figured him to be
eighteen years old, nineteen at the most.

One of my friends interrupted my rapt attention by tapping me on the
shoulder. Both of them were obviously aware of my indiscreet starring at
the young lad who was now leaning up against the bar, the crack of his cute
boyish butt highlighted by his low slung baggy pants.

"See something you like Derek?"

"Yeah, maybe, why do you ask?", I replied nonchalantly.

"Perhaps because your eyes are bulging out farther than your dick!"

"Fuck off"

"Seriously, I saw him here two weeks ago, with Greg no less"

"Really? And what else do you know about him?"

"Not too much, other than he's your type - young blond and willing! I'm
sure Greg had fun with him."

"Why don't you guys mind your own business?". The reference to Greg bugged
me. He was a total slime ball who had incredible success at finding the
cutest young guys around. He was fairly good looking and rather well built,
similar in fact to myself in many ways as we were both the same height, age
and have short dark brown hair. He came on real strong, real fast, and
once he had what he wanted (a piece of virgin tail), he was gone just as
quick.

"Don't look now but I think that kid is starring back at you Derek"

"Shut up!"

With that, I casually took another swig of my beer and after putting it
down, turned my head to see if it was true or whether they were just pulling
my leg.

Sure enough, the blond kid was standing against a railing by the wall, no
more than ten feet from our table. He certainly was my favorite type -
blond, late teens, suburban, kind of scruffy looking but stylish clothes, an
innocent boyish smile and a teenager's cocky stance. I nodded my head just
slightly in recognition of his smile and took another swig of my beer to
salute him. He actually raised his own beer to take a drink at the same
moment. This was always and excellent sign of possible mutual interest.

"Go for it Derek, he's all yours, a sweet peach just ripe for the picking"

"Shut up!"

"Not quite a cherry though..."

"Fuck off"

"Come on Rick, lets leave Derek with his little pretty boy, he always gets
so cranky when he's horny". With that, my two friends got up and said they
were going into the back room. They were right though and they were damn
good friends because of it. Lover's and fuck buddies come and go, but
friends and family are (supposed to be) forever.

Freed of their company, I sat back in my chair and casually looked around
again to see if the object of my desire was still there. He was and I
waited for him to look towards me. When he did, I waved my hand to invite
him over to share my table. He didn't hesitate. I knew then that I was
going to have some fun that night...

He walked over slowly and said "Hi". Again I motioned for him to have a
seat and I offered my name and a hand to shake. His name was Jeremy and his
hand shake was surprisingly firm. I tried to impress him with my grip and I
got him to wince and smile bashfully.

We made small talk for a while and I ordered us a round of beer. He was
quite lively and animated, but seemed to be floating off in space somewhere
at the same time. I suspected he was stoned on something, but I didn't ask.
I didn't want to know. I just wanted to take him home with me. I had been
"stood-up" earlier that evening for the fourth time by an obscenely handsome
and intelligent college student, so I was in a foul mood to begin with.
Being swept up with instant lust for this "new" young fellow turned my
emotions upside down.

"So are those real?", he asked, pointing to the handcuffs that adorn my
black leather jacket.

"Yeah, they're real. I got a couple more pairs at home. Would you like to
try them on?", I asked with my most innocent of straight faces. He broke
out with a quick and ready smile of recognition at my wit, but changed his
expression to that of a sphinx-like smile when I pressed the question. I
was entranced by his boyish charm.

"How would you like to come over to my place for a drink or a coffee or
something..."

"That sounds pretty cool. Where do you live?"

"About four blocks away. I've got a converted warehouse studio apartment."

"Wow man, that sounds great".

With that, we finished our beers and got up to go. We grabbed a cab about a
hundred feet down the street and rode it to my place. When we got there, I
paid the cab and we went inside. Jeremy went first up the stairs and I
followed behind him, starring at his cute boyish buns from two feet behind
him all the way up three flights of stairs. I strained to contain myself
from the urge to grab his butt right there on the stairway.

Once we were inside, I showed Jeremy around the place. He seemed to be full
of questions, asking where I got (or what is) whatever it was that he
pointing at. The place wasn't very big, but it was open and had a twenty
foot ceiling. A friend of mine is an artist and he had some fun "helping"
me paint the place. At one end there was a small kitchen and bathroom. The
shower stall stood by itself in the corner of the large room, separate from
the bathroom and Jeremy found this particularly interesting.

At the other end of the room, I had a small (6'x10') wooden platform mounted
on top of some heavy iron scaffolding. On the platform eight feet in the
air was a Persian style carpet, a coffee table, a small chest and a lamp.
Underneath the scaffolding was my "bed-cage" consisting of a futon on the
floor and a clothes chest. The whole studio was done up in
modern-urban-chic with exposed hardwood floors, hanging plants and black
lacquer furniture.

I put on some music that matched the name of the band scribbled on Jeremy's
t-shirt and he seemed quite surprised with my selection. He actually
pointed out his t-shirt to me then as if I hadn't already noticed it. Ah
the innocence of youth.

"So weren't you going to show me something...?"

Well, well, this boy was hot and ready. I went to the small wooden chest by
my bed and opened it up. Jeremy had followed me there and was right beside
me. I moved aside a bunch of socks and underwear and removed a smaller
wooden box. Inside that box was my small "collection" of sex toys. I had
two pairs of bronze handcuffs, a slim 9" vibrator and a thick rubber butt
plug. There was also a tube of KY jelly and a couple of condoms at the
bottom of the box.

"Wow man, you're kinky"

"Yeah, well, what can I say? Boys will be boys and boys like to play with
toys."

"Lets see those cuffs..."

"Put your hands out..."

To my pleasant amusement, Jeremy immediately put both of his hands forward
ready to be cuffed. Once I had them open and about to put them on him, he
looked up at my face and gave me his most charming boyish smile and then
turned around and offered his hands behind his back. I didn't hesitate to
lock the cuffs on him. The locks clicked with a satisfying and exciting
sound.

"Oh wow. It feels really weird wearing these things."

"Yeah, but they also make you vulnerable to my will."

"Really? And what are you going to do to me?"

"I am going to strip you naked and take advantage of you."

"Oh please!"

With that, I pushed Jeremy over and without his hands for balance, he fell
sideways onto the futon. I immediately crawled on top of him and held him
there.

"So, my friend Jeremy, how do you like those little handcuffs you got on?"

"This is cool man. But I'm not into pain or anything really weird like that
okay?."

"That's cool. I won't do anything that you don't want me to do. If I do
something you don't like, just say COOL IT and I will stop. If you don't
say COOL IT, I will assume you either like it or don't mind it, okay?"

"That sounds cool."

"Good"

With that, the first thing I did was take his baseball hat and toss it
aside. I wanted to get a good look at him. The sides of his dirty blond
hair was shaved pretty closely in the style of the day, but the top was left
quite long and his ponytail was rather a topknot. He looked absolutely
deliciously sexy. Then I went for the elastic holding his hair back and was
very pleased with the result when his hair fell down evenly on either side
of his face. I loved this particular hair-style, referring to it as a
"skateboarder's cut".

I proceeded to lift his t-shirt back over his head and around his shoulders.
Because of the handcuffs, I couldn't take his t-shirt all of the way off so
I left it there behind his neck and wrapped around his shoulders. He had a
really nice smooth narrow chest and juicy little nipples. I pinched each
one in turn and enjoyed the sight of young Jeremy squint and squirm about,
but he didn't say "COOL IT".

His black leather belt was next and I fully removed it from his pants and
took a moment to admire it.

"This is really nice leather belt you got here..."

"Yeah"

"I'll bet you would like to get your cute little boyish butt strapped with
it wouldn't you?"

He hesitated before answering, but he did admit that he might like it if I
did it just a couple of times. I just grinned and filed the information
away for future reference. Tossing the belt aside, I went to work on his
pants. I really liked the sight of him wearing his big high-top sneakers so
I just pulled his jeans down until they bunched up around his ankles.

Now he was clad in only his white cotton briefs. This surprised me because
I thought all the young guys these days were wearing boxers under their
baggy jeans. He had quite a nice bulge that displayed the level of his
excitement. I took a few moments then to admire his body before exposing
that last and final part. He had a virtually hairless body, with only a few
sparse light hairs on his arms and on his legs below the knees and a small
patch underneath each arm. Above the waistband of his cotton briefs was
perfectly smooth and very inviting. You could actually count the ribs on
him, but he also had some very nice definition as well. It was a very nice
combination - a lightly rippled stomach and nice firm pecs, but mounted on a
slim boyish body. Feeling his smooth hard stomach, I asked him if he worked
out at all and he admitted that it had taken him a full year to get as big
as he was!

I casually ran my hand up along the inside of his thigh and young Jeremy
began to really squirm around. I could see a little wet spot forming in his
underwear and I took my time going over his body, testing and probing. It
was strictly an exploratory mission. I wanted to know what the boy's hot
spots were. Judging by Jeremy's squirming and moaning, I figured that he
had hyper-sensitive balls and was rather ticklish, particularly around the
armpits. He certainly liked getting his body licked everywhere, that was
for sure.

He just about lost it completely when I ran my tongue across the top of the
waistband of his underwear and then along the inside of his thighs. Yeah, I
was going to have fun with this boy.

Leaving him there with his erection straining at the fabric of his white
cotton briefs, I got up and went to the washroom. After a good piss, I went
to the kitchen to grab another beer. Once I had the beer in my hand, I lit
a cigarette and sat down on the couch, twenty feet away from my "bed-cage"
where Jeremy laid.

"What are you doing over there?"

"Taking a break"

"Ohhhh man!"

"What's the matter Jeremy? Are you horny?"

"YES"

"Well, well, I'll see what I can do about that in a minute or two."

He just groaned with my response and laid there. I relished playing this
game. I was going to tease and play with young Jeremy until he begged me to
fuck him. When I finished my cigarette, I took a long swig of my beer and
walked back over to the bed.

"Hey Jeremy, are you still horny?"

"YES"

"That's good"

With that, I removed my shirt and sat down on his chest with my knees on
either side of him. There I proceeded to open my button-down fly and pulled
out my dick. It was half-hard already, still aroused from my earlier
exploration of his body.

"Wow! That thing is huge!"

"Yeah, do you like my dick?"

"I've never seen one that big!"

"Yeah, well, why don't you suck on it?"

With that, I started to slap the side of his face with my half-hardon. The
slapping sensation had the desired effect and it soon rose to its full and
majestic size of eight and a half inches long (seven inches around).

I expected the boy to be a lousy cocksucker. Considering my size, most guys
are. Nevertheless, I pressed the head of my cock against his lips.

"Open wide"

He wasn't a bad cocksucker, but he couldn't manage much more than about
three or four inches at a time. I had some fun pulling the head of my cock
out of his mouth and continuing to slap it around his face, smearing him
with his own saliva, and then pushing it back into his eager mouth.

"You're a good cocksucker" (I lied).

I stood up and then bent over to remove Jeremy's now thoroughly damp cotton
briefs. By the size of the wet stain, that boy was seriously horny and was
really pumping out the pre-cum.

Once I had his briefs down around his ankles with his pants, I had a good
look at the boy's package. He was rather well hung for a skinny little
teenager, but no where near my size. I figured him to have about six
inches, seven at the most, average thick, and circumcised. It was rock hard
and pointed up towards his left hip. What made him look so well endowed was
the size of his balls. They were bigger than mine and hung down rather
loosely. He had a nice patch of light brown pubic hair at the base of his
dick and his ballsack was hairless. It was an absolutely beautiful sight.
I gave his pre-cum soaked cotton briefs a closer inspection and then threw
them in his face with feigned disgust.

I stood over him while I proceeded to take of my own pants. Once I was
fully naked, I crouched down between Jeremy's knees and started to caress
the inside of his thighs again. Knowing how much he liked it the first
time, I ran my tongue along his belly and down his thighs. I was careful to
avoid touching his cock or balls. When I was ready, and Jeremy was
squirming, I began to lick his balls. You should have heard him squeal.

To describe his balls as hyper-sensitive would have been an understatement.
Every time my tongue touched his balls his whole body would spasm. By the
time I worked my way up to his dick, there was a steady stream of pre-cum
leaking out. I tasted it and it was sweet. When I swallowed his cock into
my mouth, I could taste even more of his pre-cum. Jeremy just moaned and
babbled incoherently.

I was really enjoying it and taking my sweet time by pulling off and on his
beautiful young prick and alternating using my hand to tickle his balls.
Unfortunately, young and eager Jeremy wasn't quite able to withstand my
leisurely pace and duly exploded, shooting cum in every direction. It was
unbelievable the mess this kid made!

When he finally stopped his body spasms, I began to lick up his cum from his
stomach, chest and even his shoulder. I got quite a meal out of it all!
Once I had him cleaned up enough so that he wouldn't make a mess of my bed,
I rolled him over.

"Now that has got to be one of the cutest butts I have ever seen in my
life". It really was. There were two nice little round butt cheeks and
absolutely no hair or blemishes, perfectly framed by his light fading tan.
I took a moment to admire the beauty of Jeremy's handcuffed form. The sight
of him laying there, so willing and vulnerable, with his jeans and underwear
pulled down to his ankles and his t-shirt bunched up around his shoulders
drove me wild with desire.

His butthole was like a rosebud and despite the sheen of boysweat, it was
clean. I gave him a tentative touch with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"I guess you like this eh Jeremy?"

"yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

With that, I proceeded to give young Jeremy the rim-job of his life. I
spared no effort and tried to shove my tongue up to his tonsils. Once I had
his butthole all saliva'd up, I exchanged my finger for my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"I guess you like this too eh?"

He didn't respond that time, but it didn't really matter. His moaning said
it all. I used first one finger, and then a second, to stretch his hole.
My dick is rather thick and didn't want to hurt him. I grabbed the KY jelly
and began to lube up his hole real good. He actually started to pant like a
dog while I finger-fucked him with my lubed up finger. Once I had him
thoroughly ready, I lubed up my dick and aimed it at his puckered rosebud.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Sorry, I'll try to do this a bit more gently"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I wasn't sure if he was saying "Ohhhhhh" as in "Oh that feels good" or as in
"Oh that hurts". It didn't matter really because it probably meant both.
Once I had about four inches inside him, I stopped and laid on top of him to
wait for his sphincter to relax. I usually would count to 45 or so. When
I got up to 40, I could feel Jeremy's body begin to relax ever so slightly.
I was patient and gave him another 20 seconds or so. Once I felt that my
dick was no longer held like in a vice-grip, I began to try and work some
more inside of him. He groaned and grunted and sobbed with every inch I
pushed it in, but he didn't tell me to "COOL IT".

Once I had all of my big thick eight and a half inch cock buried to the hilt
inside his super-tight little ass, I could stand it no longer and had to
really give to him. It had been my plan to take my time and pull my dick in
and out a couple of times to really tease him, but I was so fucking horny
that once I had my cock buried so tightly inside of him and I didn't dare
take it out. I had to fuck him right there until I came, no question about
it. It didn't take long, that's for sure. I kind of got carried away like
that and I was surprised that young Jeremy did not protest the pace or the
force I used in satisfying my cock inside his ass.

I had his ass pulled up on his knees with his face planted down on the bed.
With his ass sticking up and me behind him on my knees, I slammed into his
ass as hard as I dared. I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to until I
shot my load deep inside his ass.

After I pulled my satisfied cock out of his pulverized butt, I rolled Jeremy
over so I could get another look at him. His hair was all messed up and his
face was all red and puffed up like he had been crying. His dick was still
rock hard and I noticed that there was a rather sizeable stain on the bed
right where his dick laid while I fucked him.

"It looks like you shot another load while I fucked you"

"I'd say three or four, but I had a hard time keeping track! That was the
best sex I have ever had!"

"Yeah, me too" (I lied, but it was damn good sex for a first time
encounter). "You have got to have the most beautiful butt I have ever seen"
(This wasn't a lie).

"I'm sure glad you liked my ass, because my ass sure as hell liked you!"

I was so happy with this sappy remark that I kissed him on the lips and then
condescendingly on the forehead. With that, I rolled off of him and headed
to the washroom to rinse off my dick. When I got back, Jeremy asked to be
unlocked so he too could go to the washroom. I teased him a bit, but
eventually did it. He had to pull up his pants to enable himself to walk.
When he returned from the washroom (with his hair combed back into its
topknot), we sat down on the couch and shared a couple of cigarettes and
talked until the wee hours of the morning. Afterwards, we snuggled in bed
and slept in each other's arms.

We had a bit of fun the next morning as we both woke up with typical morning
erections. Jeremy seemed to want to get it on right then, but I had sex
first thing in the morning. After we rolled around a bit together, I got up
to take a wicked leak and relieve my morning hardon.

Before I could get out of bed though, Jeremy stopped me to tell me that he
had an "idea". With that, he leaped out of bed with his boner springing and
slapping against his smooth belly and beckoned me to follow. I was curious
as to what he was up to early in the morning and to protect my apartment
rather than anything else, I got up to follow him.

He led me straight to the shower stall where he proceeded to sit down
inside. As I said, it was just a stand-up shower stall, about three feet
square and seven feet tall, open on one side. Jeremy actually was sitting
there on the floor of this thing with his back against the far wall and his
legs sticking straight out the front. I was standing directly in front of
the shower stall wondering what was going to happen next.

To my utter and complete surprise, Jeremy then tells me to "let her rip".
It was early in the morning so I hadn't quite clued in immediately. He
wanted me to piss on him. I was half-hung over, but how often do you have a
seriously cute young blond boy sitting in your shower-stall?

If he wanted me to piss on him, I would oblige him. And that I did. It was
the first piss of the day and it was a long and hard one. Jeremy took an
extraordinary delight in having the stream of my piss hit him in the
forehead although he did keep in mouth closed the whole time. Once I was
finished pissing and just shaking the drops in his face, I noticed that
Jeremy's own half-hard cock was arching a small fountain straight upwards
onto his lap. It was quite a sight!

No sooner did Jeremy finish pissing on himself when he started to get into a
serious jerking off mood. I stood there and watched him jerk himself off
for a few minutes before joining him in his ritual. My dick was still
half-hard and it was real early, so it didn't take me too long to bring
myself close. As Jeremy sensed the nearness of my orgasm and pleaded with
me to shoot it in his face. In this I obliged him, relishing the sight of
my cum splashing in his face and him impulsively trying to turn away, but
fighting to stay there and enjoy it. And enjoy it he did because the very
minute I started shooting my cum into his face his own dick erupted with his
usual copious quantities of cum splattering in every direction.

When we were both finished, I told young Jeremy that he looked like a mess
with his hair all matted down, cum dripping off his chin and smelling like
piss. The solution was at hand and I reached for the taps and pulled the
curtain.

After breakfast, we spent the rest of the day together. We went for a walk
in the park and had lunch at a cheap restaurant. After that, we walked and
talked and then bid goodbyes.

Before we separated, Jeremy and I worked out an "arrangement".


* * *


"The Bondage Boy" - Part 2/2

by Mikey Mark


* * *

Jeremy telephoned me two days later. We talked for about two hours without
even realizing it. We re-affirmed our "arrangement" that we (or rather, he)
had worked out on the weekend after our meeting at the bar and going home
together to my apartment.

The rules were really quite simple. I got to be the boss, but he was the
sole arbitrator of the rules. As long as we were in a private place (which
he defined lawyer-like as somewhere the two of us would not be disturbed or
seen), I could tie him up any way I wanted, and play with him any way I
wanted and fuck him any way I wanted. I was not allowed to force my dick
down his throat or to stick anything larger or sharper than my dick into his
ass. I was allowed to tease and pinch his nipples, as well as to squeeze
his cock and balls, but he said he wasn't into pain so I had to go lightly
there. I was allowed to spank his ass with my bare hand anytime, and even a
single face slap was okay now and again, but the only other item permissible
for this purpose was a leather belt, and this would have to be strictly
limited to no more than "six of my best", no more than once per week. He
claimed that his ass needed this long to recover. The only other rule
concerned the fact that he was seriously not interested in excrement, but he
did like being pissed on, as long as it wasn't in his mouth.

That was it for the rules. Although they were entirely concerned with what
I was allowed, or not allowed to do, they ultimately allowed me to do
whatever I wanted otherwise. It was a pretty heady thing! I mean I had
always enjoyed being a top, and I had certainly liked to put handcuffs on a
cute young guy while I fucked him, but it wasn't my whole sex life, just a
small part of it. Now here was young Jeremy dictating terms to me like he
just adopted me to be his sex-Master slave. It was pretty weird and
unbelievable.

Anyway, to make a long story short, Jeremy and I became lovers. He would
spend virtually every weekend at my apartment. From the moment he arrived
at around 6:00pm on Friday, he would wear the handcuffs until he left at 10
or 11 o'clock on Sunday night. In between these two times, I would have fun
with him. It was harder than you might think! He was a seriously kinky and
very horny young fellow!

Forced with my position as Master, I had to think up new ways to amuse my
willing and eager young sex-slave. We developed many predictable patterns
as we found something that we both enjoyed doing. Further conversations
about planning our little games was done over the phone. It was always
easier to discuss these subjects through the distance of the telephone.

One time, Jeremy had me "stalk and rape him". It was all planned ahead of
time. We would meet on the subway. I would follow him around at a discreet
distance and then follow him home. I would have to time myself carefully to
charge him just as he opened the door to his (my) apartment and push him
inside.

Once inside, using my superior size, I would pin him right up against the
wall and lock the door. Once that was locked, I would "search" around for
something to tie him up with. Considering that it was my apartment, it
wasn't too difficult. Because this was supposed to be a "spontaneous" rape
scene, we decided against using the (Jeremy's favorite) brass handcuffs and
use a couple leather belts and ties I had lying around.

Once he was securely tied, I would then pretend to "rob" him and finding
that he had no money, I would get mad and decide to "rape" him instead. He
would actually beg me not to "trash" his (my) apartment as his "boyfriend"
would kill him if anything happened to the place...he was willing to do
anything to prevent this...

It was a wonderful charade and we repeated it several times with minor
variations only. The key elements were often the same. Once I had him tied
up, I would roughly strip his clothes down, but not off. I would then
insult his pathetic little body, then proceed to stick my cock into his
mouth. When my cock was fully hard, I would then flip him over and tell him
to "Spread your legs Boy". He loved that line when it was delivered with a
"Clint Eastwood" type voice.

To give the whole rape scene some effect, we wouldn't use any lube other
than good old fashioned and available spit. I really liked spitting at his
ass, horking away until I hit the magic spot. Jeremy always pretended to be
disgusted by this, but I knew from our telephone conversations (and the
firmness of his dick) that he loved it.

It had to be a quick, rough fuck. No hanging around and teasing, just "wham
bam, thank you boy!". As soon as I came, I would pull out my dick and wipe
it on his ass. Then I would leave him tied up and laying there on the floor
and go out the door. I would then go out for a coffee or two and the "the
real me" would come back "home" to find my cute young boyfriend bound and
half naked on the floor. He would be crying with the shame of being raped.
I had to console him and take him to my bed and he would jerk himself off in
my arms while he whimpered and told me what the "nasty rapist" did to him.

Like I said, it was a fun game. We had a few others as well. One strange
game involved pretending that Jeremy was my dog. Jeremy actually went down
to a pet store and bought a collar and leash for himself for this purpose,
as it was his idea. I wasn't allowed to walk him in the park, but I was
expected to indulge in a little bestiality with my boy-dog. Since our
little games often lasted the whole weekend, it was kind of fun feeding my
boy-dog his food in a bowl on the floor. I learned to be creative here and
only make the kind of food that would really be messy for him to eat!
(spaghetti or chili or mashed potatoes and gravy were excellent for this).

He was a good doggy and rolled over well. He would pant a lot and lick
anything and everything, even lifting his leg to piss in the toilet. He
also howled when I fucked him doggy-style on the floor. When we played this
particular game, I would make him sleep on the floor, while he would crawl
into my bed as soon as I fell asleep. If I woke up in the middle of the
night, I would send him out of my bed and back onto the floor (where I would
give him a quick fucking) before going back to sleep.

Yet another of our games was "super-tease" where Jeremy would wear the
handcuffs behind his back all weekend long and I wouldn't let him cum until
Sunday evening. Well, to be exact, I couldn't actually stop Jeremy from
cumming as he came practically everytime I fucked him, but he said those
were just "body-orgasms" not like the real ones that came from his cock and
therefore didn't count. He was a veritable cum-machine this kid. You
should have seen him explode when I finally jerked him off on Sunday around
dinner time after teasing him sexually practically non-stop for the previous
48 hours. I mean I have seen a few guys "blow their loads" before, but
never anything to compare with the mess he would make after these kinds of
sessions. The first few shots would shoot six or eight feet and then he
would just keep on erupting about a dozen more times, each one shooting
about a foot less until that last one went only a foot or so. When I made
him jerk himself off so that it most of it landed on his chest, there was so
much there that I swear it looked like three or four guys had ejaculated on
him. Either that or someone had spilled a glass of milk on him!
You should see the look on his face when I order him to jerk himself off
again immediately afterwards!

One of our all-time favorite scenes involved me bringing him home from the
bar, a movie or just meeting him on the street on some Friday evening.
Jeremy would pretend that he was some "innocent young straight boy" and
believe me, he had the look to make it convincing! Anyway, I would "try" to
get him drunk or stoned and then tie him down to rape him. Jeremy always
liked having his clothes stripped down roughly and I soon learned to make
the most of it. He especially liked to be made to walk around my apartment
with hands cuffed behind his back and his jeans and underwear bunched up
around his ankles with his running shoes on. It was fun watching him
shuffle around like that!

To my surprise, Jeremy succeeded in turning me into a more dominant top than
I was before. I never knew how much it turned me on to do the things that I
was doing to young Jeremy. I actually got turned on laying into his pretty
little boyish butt with a black leather belt. It was really weird getting
off on the sounds Jeremy would make while I fucked his cute little butt
after it was criss-crossed with welts. His enthusiasm for punishment and
humiliation inspired me to invent newer and exciting games, but all too
soon, it was over.

Anyway, that is my story about Jeremy. He was one of the wildest, kinkyest,
sweetest and cutest young fellows that I have ever had the pleasure of
knowing. Unfortunately, young Jeremy was also a total slut. It took me
about year to find this out, but when I went out of town for a weekend and
left Jeremy with the keys to my apartment, I came home unexpectedly early on
Saturday evening to find Jeremy totally wasted and getting fucked up the ass
by some tall thin guy who looked to be even younger than he was. A second
boy (shorter, but cuter) was sitting on the couch flailing away on his dick.

I was mad as hell, but I told the tall skinny one to finish what he was
doing. When he came, I told the cute shorter one to take his place. He was
fast. Once he was done, I told the tall skinny one to do it again or I
would beat the crap out of him. He was scared shitless and did what he was
told although it was difficult for him with a half hard dick. Once he was
done for the second time, I told both of the boys to get the fuck out.

Alone with Jeremy, he pleaded with me for forgiveness. I was deaf to his
pleas and fucked him one last time, as hard as I possibly could. In my
anger, I really tried to hurt him with my size. I was relentless and sweet
little kinky Jeremy got the ride of his life there and I hoped that he would
remember it as what he threw away. When I was done, I made Jeremy put his
clothes and told him to get out and don't come back. He pleaded with me to
at least let him use the bathroom because the cum (from three guys) was
leaking out his ass. I said it served him right and showed him the door.

I miss him terribly now, but I know I did the right thing. A couple of
months later, I ran into a good friend who asked about my "room-mate". He
said that he was a cute young guy, but that he hadn't seen him around
lately. He actually admitted that he had fucked Jeremy several times before
he realized that he had been lied to about the nature of the relationship
between Jeremy and I. I told him that he could fuck Jeremy all he wanted
now, that I didn't care anymore. Truth is, I did care, but it was still
over.

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