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Sweet Sixteen
Part 11
By Beverley Ann Miles
Alex was asleep by the time they got back to Jeremy's, so they carried
him into the house, then revived him with a cup of tea, and a shower. He
redressed in the clothes he'd started the evening in, and the chauffeur
took him home. Fortunately he wasn't working the next day, so he slept
in late, to be woken by a call on his mobile from Clive... could he come
round tonight?
"Oh yes, of course darling." he responded sleepily. As it was lunchtime,
he got up and had something to eat, then sat down to think about last
night's adventure.
He was a little bit worried, as he was sure he shouldn't have enjoyed it
quite so much. But, he admitted to himself at least, he loved not having
to think for himself, being dominated. And if that resulted in others
taking advantage of him, that just made it better.
He got a hard-on just thinking about the climax--being bound and
gagged and raped... well technically it was rape, as he certainly did not
give his consent, although he didn't object to any of the previous
restrictions placed upon him.
In fact, when he'd seen himself--as the mannequin--it was incredible. It
was as if he'd become a doll, for others to play with, as they wished.
*****
Clive arrived early evening, and after the usual kisses and cuddles, Alex
got him to help him put on the bridesmaid's outfit. Once dressed, they
began petting, and Alex eventually held Clive down, and opened his
trousers, to reveal his hard cock.
He sucked on it, increasing the length, girth and rigidity, then pulling up
his skirts, he straddled Clive's waist, and lowered himself until he was
poised above the twitching member. Alex reached behind himself, and
grabbed the shaft, to aim it at his descending arse.
"Are you sure?" gasped Clive. Alex nodded, then pressed down onto the
knob.
He remembered the previous night, and strained, opening his anus, so
that Clive's knob passed in relatively easily. Then, relaxing his leg
muscles, he simply slid down the length of the shaft. There was not the
extreme depth of penetration he'd had with Jeremy, and it felt far more
comfortable. Alex looked down at Clive's grinning face; they were both
enjoying the sensation, but they both asked--almost simultaneously,
"Are you OK?"
They both laughed, the sensation causing interesting sensations where
Clive's cock filled Alex's anal passage.
Alex leant forward, and kissed Clive on the lips, and began to slowly
pump up and down on his rigid rod. Being in charge of the action was
quite fun, but Alex was secretly relieved when Clive grabbed his
shoulders, and rolled them both over, so that he was on top. From his
new position, Clive reached down, and hooked his arms under Alex's
legs, and rearranging him until he was bent double, with the backs of his
thighs against Clive chest, and his high heels up round his ears.
Clive then really went to work, plunging in and out, fucking Alex's hole.
He varied depth and speed but kept going, as Alex first softened around
him, then began to grip. When Clive came, Alex imagined he could feel
the spurts splashing inside him--he certainly felt the throbbing pulses
from the pumping member.
It was so good, that when they'd recovered, Alex changed into his
corset--getting Clive to help with the laces--then climbed onto his single
bed on his hands and knees, as he'd seen Carmen do. On all fours he
sucked Clive hard again, before sending him round behind. This time he
entered with ease--Alex's arse was already stretched, and fucked him
from behind, doggy fashion. Alex revelled in the sensations, but slightly
missed the restraint of the previous night... he wasn't sure if Clive was
ready for that yet.
*****
"Daniel" asked Alex, whilst applying his make-up the next morning "Do
you have any magazines on enforced bondage? Or should I just ask how
many have you got?"
Daniel laughed. "Yes, I've got a few. Do you want a lift home--we can
pick some up as we go past my place if you want?"
"OK." said Alex. Great. He could show them to Clive, then perhaps he'd
get the hint.
"Anyway, I've got something else for you." continued Daniel.
"Oh yes?"
"Just wait and see."
*****
Daniel's place seemed to be slightly tidier, but it was still a mess by any
standards. There were a number of magazines in the 'study', and Alex
borrowed two, then he went in search of Daniel.
He was in the lounge, and had a gift-wrapped parcel for Alex. "Well, it's
what you wanted." he said.
Alex was momentarily confused, but then remembered the maid's
outfit. He opened the parcel to reveal a shiny black PVC dress, with
white cap, apron and stiff netting underskirt. There was also a packet of
black seamed stockings, and a pair of black patent high heel court shoes,
with four-inch heels.
"Oh, thank you!" He leant over and kissed Daniel. "So, when do you
want me to start, Sir?" he mock curtseyed.
They agreed that Alex would come over on his next day off--and Daniel
would be there too, to give instructions, and assist.
*****
Alex got changed in the disaster area of Daniel's bedroom. He was
wearing a black basque and thong, and was just fitting the suspenders to
the stockings--having first ensured the straightness of the seams. Then
he pulled on the white underskirt, and the PVC dress over the top.
The bodice was tight, and he had to call Daniel in to button up the back,
and tie the white satin apron ties into a flamboyant bow behind his back.
The underskirt forced the full skirt out almost horizontally--like a
ballerina's tutu--and his bare buttocks and thighs were visible through the
layers above his stocking tops. He slipped on the shoes.
"Now, we may as well start in here." said Alex, and set to. He went
round the room, bending at the hips and flashing his arse, to pick up all
the discarded items and clothes. Daniel had a bin bag for the rubbish,
and all the dirty clothes ended up in a heap, which Alex bundled up in
the bedding and gave to Daniel to get washed. Then it was round again
with a wet cloth, duster and polish, cleaning as he went, before attacking
the floor with the hoover.
Of course, the hoover was full, and there were no more dust bags, so
Daniel went out to get some, and Alex started on the next room. By
lunchtime, they'd done upstairs, and Daniel had been back and forth to
the local launderette several times, to use the driers there. Alex was the
first to admit that the "uniform" wasn't very practical, but as he could
keep flashing his intimate flesh at Daniel, it was worth it.
Alex decided to tackle the kitchen next--he certainly did not want to eat
anything that had been through it in its present state. It took about three
hours, and at the end, he was sweating and aching, from all the scraping,
scouring and cleaning. He wanted a wash, but decided to finish first. Just
the lounge to go--another bin bag and hoover job.
They finished at about six in the evening, both tired, dirty and sweaty. At
some point, Alex had snagged his stockings, and both featured some
impressive ladders. They collapsed onto the sofa together.
"That." pronounced Alex "Was hard work. And I don't suppose it will
stay like this for long either?" Daniel shrugged, and grinned. "Thought
not. So I'm going to come round every week and clean up--assuming
you keep it at least a bit tidier--especially the kitchen."
"And I suppose you'll expect some sort of payment for all this?" asked
Daniel. Alex smiled in return.
"OK" said Daniel. Then he added "As we're both hot and sticky already,
why don't we go upstairs and make it worse, before we get cleaned up?"
He looked at Alex expectantly.
Alex slid off of the sofa, onto his knees in front of Daniel, then looked at
him and said, with mock deference, "Whatever you say Sir."
He led her upstairs and when they entered the bedroom he turned to
Alex.
"Now Alex, look at the state of my clothes!" he was filthy "This is all
your fault, so I think you'll have to be punished!" He dropped his
trousers and shorts, revealing his swollen member, then sat down on the
edge of the bed. He beckoned Alex over to him, then pulled him down
and laid him over his knees.
Alex could feel the stiffening cock against his stomach, but then Daniel
pulled back his underskirt, to reveal his bare buttocks. With a resounding
crack, he smacked first one, then the other cheek.
At first, it really hurt, and Alex cried out a few times. But after a few
strokes, his senses numbed, and he just felt the energy of the impact
build up like heat. His buttocks glowed red, and continued to twitch even
when Daniel stopped smacking. He was lifted back to his feet.
"Now." ordered Daniel "Undress me." Alex did as he was told, and for
the first time saw Daniel entirely naked. It was not a pretty sight, as his
huge pasty white bulk was now unrestrained, and the flabbiness of his
limbs was clearly visible. Daniel lay back on the bed, legs apart, with his
monster tool erect against his belly.
"If you like Sir, I can wash you?" said Alex.
"Go ahead."
Alex climbed onto the bed, and proceeded to wash Daniel's oversize
genitals--with his tongue. It tasted of sweat and stale semen--Daniel
obviously came frequently without washing--and it tasted wonderful to
Alex. He licked and probed, scraping out the crusty white dried sperm
trapped in the grove under his foreskin, and swallowed it all.
When all was clean and gleaming with saliva, he climbed over Daniel's
bulk, and presented his still stinging arse to his masters face, as he
opened his mouth to the fullest, and dived down onto the massive knob.
As he hoped, Daniel's hands started to explore his backside; the thong
was pulled aside, and a stumpy finger penetrated his tight hole.
He sucked long and hard on the cock, taking in as much as he could at
this improved angle. By touch, he estimated he took in about half the
shaft length. Daniel started to buck his hips on the bed, and his spare
hand was used to hold Alex's head in place. As his mouth was fucked,
the finger up Alex's arse was also pumped in time.
Alex pulled free of Daniel's grip, and turned around, lowering his arse
towards Daniel's stiff weapon. He tried to lower himself onto it, but it
was just too big to go in before it hurt too much. However, Daniel was
too far gone at this point, and came explosively, filling the crack between
Alex's buttocks, and dribbling down his legs, to soak into the tops of his
already ruined stockings.
"Now this" Alex indicated the sticky mess all over his arse "Is why we
try to come inside--yuck! Oh well, maybe next time."
"Maybe" replied Daniel, "After all, I am a bit big, and you are pretty
tight. Perhaps you could practice with someone smaller?"
"Perhaps?"
Clive will enjoy the practising, thought Alex.
*****
Clive was definitely enjoying the practice sessions, and tried to arrange a
visit a couple of times a week. Alex showed him the she-male bondage
magazines, and after assuring him it would be OK, they tried
experimenting.
Initially it was simple stuff, like using Alex's lingerie. The first time,
Alex ended up wearing just a bra and camisole. His panties had been
balled up and stuffed into his mouth, held in place with his stockings,
tied around his head. And his hands were tied behind his back using his
suspender belt. Clive had him kneeling on the bed, head down in the
pillow, with his arse in he air, enthusiastically fucking him from behind.
Another time, clad in basque, panties, stockings and heels, he was made
to kneel down, with his wrists tied together behind his back, and also
tied to his ankles. Blindfolded and immobilised, Clive slowly fucked his
mouth. He made it last so long, Alex lost track of time in a world of
mouth and cock.
The next night, Alex repeated the experience, this time dressed in his
PVC maid's outfit while his mouth was filled with Daniel's massive
erection. Alex's mouth was fully occupied with Daniel's huge member
when he came, and the hot salty spunk choked him, quickly filling his
mouth to burst out between his tightly gripping lips and the heaving
shaft, and finally came down his nose. It was a good thing PVC is wipe
clean!
As planned, Alex was visiting Daniel once a week. Usually he'd go
around and clean up the place, whilst Daniel organised a meal--usually a
takeaway. They'd eat this in the lounge, usually while watching one of
Daniel's tamer videos, before going upstairs to look at some of the static
collection. When they found an image that was particularly arousing,
they would try to copy it.
Try was the operative word here--Daniel was still too big to penetrate
Alex's arse.
*****
"Dad." began Alex tentatively, one night when they were both home.
His father looked up from the meal.
"When I've been cleaning up and changing the sheets on your bed, I
keep finding magazines." In fact he'd found quite a few since that time
with Clive--some of which he was sure Daniel hadn't got! "Do you
know the ones I'm talking about?"
His father looked a bit panicky, and then seemed to relax. "You mean
the 'Adults Only' ones that you--as a sixteen year old--really shouldn't be
looking at?"
"Er, yes."
"Ah, well, er" he paused "So what?"
"Well" began Alex. He just knew this conversation was going to be
difficult--he just hadn't realised how much. "They are a bit, erm,
alternative, aren't they?"
His father looked at him, and they both blushed. "What I think you are
carefully trying to ask me is, do I get turned on by she-males?" Alex
nodded.
It was a long story, but after loosing Alex's mother, his father had tried
going out on the odd date. He always got on well with women, but when
it came to 'performing' with someone else, he couldn't do it--he couldn't
even get turned on. Anyway, one day after Christmas, he was working
from home whilst Alex was at work, and he decided to do the washing,
so he went into Alex's room to strip the sheets off he bed. At this point
Alex started to blush--he could see where it was going.
"Now I don't want to even think about how or why it was there, but I
looked at it. It was the first thing to turn me on since your mother..."
So he decided to try out a new line of relationships. He looked in the
contact adds in the local paper, and tracked down a local transvestite,
who he met. They didn't do anything, but 'she' introduced him to the
local community, and eventually he met someone, and they went to 'her'
place, and it was wonderful. He looked at his son.
"No, I've not become gay." he said, quite forcefully
"Oh I realise that," said Alex, who suddenly cut himself short--he didn't
want to give too much away. Then he realised another fact; his dad had
found the magazine before St. Valentine's Day, when he was seen out
with Gayle--was Gayle a she-male?--Alex had never seen her without at
least a thong on, and she loved giving oral sex... maybe she was!
He realised his dad was still talking.
"...It's not like I'm doing anything that any man wouldn't do, or want to
do with a 'real' woman" he finished.
Alex agreed--hoping it was the right answer. His father seemed satisfied.
"So, are you seeing anyone at the moment?" he continued.
"Not seriously. Don't worry, I'm not likely to bring anyone round here
with out giving you fair warning, OK?"
"OK?"
The conversation drifted off in another direction, much to Alex's relief.
Obviously his father really did not want to know about the origins of the
magazine. However, Alex was not going to drop his guard just yet... he
may have to fit a serious lock on his bedroom door at this rate!
(To be Continued)
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