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ax396 is waiting for me in the classroom.? Clark has fastened him onto the display stand in the usual way:? the kid kneels on the frame, his knees and ankles strapped down and held impossibly far apart - the smooth bulk of his thighs straining.? His arms are manacled and held at wrist and elbow by spreader bars, then pulled far behind him and fastened down, forcing him to lean right back, pushing his chest and groin forwards.? Meanwhile, his plump, hairless balls are stretched tight - pink and shiny in a vicious cocoon of rawhide - pulled hard away from his groin and clipped to a ratcheted wheel between his knees.? I smirk at this straining sculpture of living flesh.? That Clarky is a bastard.? The frame is totally the wrong size for 396 - built to hold slaves at least 6' tall - not 5'6".? Instead of a humiliating and uncomfortable display position, 396 is wracked with agony; and judging by the heaving, sweating chest, the childish whimpering and the tears running down the side of the boy's face, has been for some time.
396 is one of my favorites among the stock here at the Academy.? Barely nineteen, he has already been with us for four years.? Idly, I pinch one swollen angry-looking nipple - so different from the flat little nubs he arrived with - and watch him squirm as the sharp pain radiated from his chest.? The minute I touch his semi-hard cock it springs into a painful erection, curving back toward his abs despite the pull on his nuts and twitching with every beat of his heart.? It's a beautiful piece of meat - not excessively long but gorgeously, meatily thick - sturdy but vulnerable; steel wrapped in baby-soft easily bruised satin.? I ratchet his balls even tighter, until they are at least four inches from his body.? Cupping them in my left hand, I bring my other fist down hard, several times in quick succession, knuckles first into the taut nuts.? There is an instant of horrible silence, as if he can't believe the pain I just filled him with, before the shrieks come and he begins to cry.? His rigid cock bobs with the sickening blows, but never wavers.? I grind his nuts together, making him twitch his whole body.
"Take it like a man, pussy-boy, you've got hours with me yet."
He tries to contain his snivelling, biting his soft, full lips - cocksucking lips, too voluptuous for a boy.? They look best stretched round the base of a big, demanding shaft.? I give him one more hard punch to the balls and while he recovers, I start to leaf idly through his file, which had been left on the stand between his legs.
An interesting story....one of the reasons I find him so irresistable.? Most of the Academy stock are criminals, serving a sentence or on probation.? Chosen for the their looks, generally they are offered our 'programme' as a way of reducing their sentence - not realising that Academy stock is prized around the world.? Very few stock boys ever gain their freedom - or remember the possibility exists when we're finished with them.? Others are rent boys, street whores or homeless picked up by our agents in? the police.? Occasionally men are sold to us by criminal organisations to pay off debts (usually gambling) or sent to us as part of their endless internecine feuding.? We don't really like to become involved in this frankly, but we do get some beautiful American boys this way - blond, stupid farmboys from Iowa who got lost at the roulette table or dark hairy Botticelli satyrs with street smarts, foul mouths and Brooklyn accents from rival families.? Their last memory is some casino in Vegas or New York, and the next thing they know, they're naked, hog-tied and being unpacked in a remote mediaeval castle on the moors of Cumbria.? Most rarely of all, a volunteer makes it through our vetting process.
Young ax396, though, is unique in my many years here.? His name was Jamie, though I doubt he's been called that very often in the last four years. He's from an excellent, upper middle class family - rich, educated and pampered.? His father died when he was very young, but his mother soon remarried, a powerful businessman - wealthy, well-connected and leading a double life.? Mr de Hainault is one of our most respected and deeply sadistic associates here at the Academy.? I think he did love Jamie's mother, but he also would spend occasional weekends at our venues here, on the continent or on our cruise ship - helping with classes and putting our stock boys through their paces in legendary, marathon torture sessions.? It was, in fact, during one of these that his wife died, drunkenly driving her Merc convertible back from a lunch with girlfriends.? Jamie was eight years old, a bright blond doing well at prep school.
Knowing de Hainault as I do, and having watched the man's merciless work on some of our older stock boys (He likes them over 30 - he loves to break men not boys) I would not have believed that he consciously set out to mould Jamie, his step-son, into a slave.? But I don't know how else to explain the extremely peculiar things that were done which have helped made the boy so wonderful to work with.? de Hainault withdrew the boy from school, and began having him educated at home.? His only contact with youngsters his own age was at the local rugby club pitch, and he was never allowed to socialise much with them and never without adult supervision.? His (elderly male) tutor was strictly instucted not only to omit sex education from the curriculum, but also to excise where possible any sexual references from literature.? It is clear from confessions wrung out of him in the first few days of his residence here and subsequently cross-checked in further interrogation and punishment sessions, that when he came to us a week or so after his fifteenth birthday, his ideas about sex were hazy at best, though his fantasy life had been resolutely heterosexual.
He was instructed to ignore the changes in his body as puberty took him totally by surprise.? Fortunately, in my opinion, he was at least able to see the other boys in the changing rooms, and so realise he was not ill.? But by 14 he still hadn't worked out how to masturbate, despite frequent and embarrassing erections.? He started to have wet dreams, for which he was beaten and humilated by having to wear plastic pants to bed.
In the file there are pictures of him taken just before he arrived at the Academy.?? Grinning and dirty on the rugby pitch - already a young man - not tall but barrel-chested, with heavily muscled thighs.? His longish blond hair, short at the back and sides, flops appealingly over his innocent eyes.? Another is of him skateboarding in his baggy low-slung jeans. The third is a formal shot: scrubbed clean and clear-eyed he gazes happily at the camera - all clean good looks and untouched purity.
So different from the writhing, tortured muscleboy beside me.? With his head flung back he is barely human looking.? The removal of his body hair was a serious blow to jamie - he only has eyebrows and his short blond buzz cut left now.? I take his balls in my fist again, grinding them together.? He whines like a scared puppy, but his cock starts to leak slightly.? He won't cum;? the drugs in his feed prevent him, whilst at the same time making him uncontrollably horny.? Not that he needs much help at his age, but the additional drugs turn our younger stock into lust crazed animals.? They can be kept on the brink of orgasm unconscionably long without release.? Plus jamie hasn't cum for 187 days according to his file, so without the drugs he'd probably cum just from my nutcracker impression.? I smirk at his quivering cock.? Ah, to be a teenager!? I grip harder.? His sounds of protest are delightfully musical - I can tell he is struggling not to beg for mercy.? After last time, he knows what happens to stock who beg for mercy.
He is breathtakingly beautiful, stretched and tormented - his writhing, glistening body catching the afternoon sun.? As he starts to cry again, the deeper notes of his man's voice are replaced by naked, fearful, boy-like sobbing.? His nude skin gleams with health - pale gold and flushed red.
His torture is all the sweeter knowing that he had barely started to explore the pleasures of his flesh before they were denied him forever.? He has not touched his own cock for just over fours years, and it was only four months or so before his slavery began that a snatched conversation with a teammate opened the world of masturbation to him.? For only four months he enjoyed his body - pleasured himself - held his own cock in gentle hands and dreamed of girls.? Four months before the thrilling touch of his hands became the sturdier caress of the cane, the tawse and the clamp.? Four months of pleasure - four years of pain; I love that thought, especially when I'm bringing the cane whistling down onto his cock.
It was de Hainault that brought him here.? He set him up and trapped him, organised a young whore to seduce him on his 15th birthday.? de Hainault walked in on his stepson's first ever sexual encounter.? Walked in loudly as she started to fight and scream "Rape!" Still laughs in the clubhouse today about the look of horror and confusion on the boy's cherubic face, about his blushes as he tried to cover his erection from his stepfather while he stammered his explanation.? Laughs about the fact the boy never got the chance to cum - generally when smoking a fat cigar at the bar, the exhausted boy cruelly bound at his feet, nursing his stepfather's cock, his body sizzling with welts and marks from 48 hours of being worked over by dad.
Naturally, de Hainault had the boy arrested, arraigned and tried for rape within a fortnight.? The boy was so naive, he had no inkling that all the men there - judge, jurors, clerks, prosecution and defence, not to mention his loving step-father, who testified against him - were all Academy associates.? (Well, no inkling until that first gang-rape, where they all helped de Hainault break the boy in.)? They told the sobbing boy after the guilty verdict, that as it was his first offence, they could allow him a choice.? Either take the full sentence and get thrown into gaol, where being so young he would almost certainly spend all his time being sexually violated by the prisoners.? When the boy's terrified begging subsided, the judge suggested that he agreed to the second option - a special "work-camp" and half the sentenced time.? The boy protested his innocence, but a hard slap from his lawyer and then one from his step-father soon calmed him down.? While he picked himself up off the floor, they accepted the second option.
Imagine the boy's horror when he was sentenced to forty years as a stock boy with the Academy.? Imagine his despair when he was told that this was half the sentence.? In shock, he let the guards strip him right there in the court, and it was only as they hogtied him brutally that he started to struggle, crying his innocence and begging his step-fther to intervene, until a heavy duty cattle prod applied to buttock and scrotum reduced him to incoherent shrieks and sobs as he was carried bound, naked and utterly alone to his new life.
I run my hand over the silky undulations of his back swept torso, feeling the rise and fall of his laboured breathing.? I push his iron-hard cock away from his belly, twisting it and his balls down towards the table, watching him shift and struggle to relieve the pressure.? When I release it, it snaps right back and slaps his abdomen.
But all this musing is not getting him ready for class.? Today's subject will be cock beatings, so I need to get him sorted out.? I release his bound arms from the stand and help him kneel upright.?
"Stay still."
His balls are still winched away from his body, and his eyes, downcast, are still teary.? I unclip his ankles and knees and last of all unclip the ratchet on his nuts, which immediately spring back.? He gasps and blushes, his golden skin reddening and glistening with new sweat.? His yelp of surprise becomes a howl of genuine anguish as I quickly unwind the rawhide, pulling on it so that his reddening balls pinwheel to freedom.? The sac is soft and hairless, looking pinched and sore.? I give it a few open handed slaps to help the circulation and lift him down onto his shaking legs, which give out from underneath him.
He surprises me by immediately heaving himself towards me and, with an odd half gasping, half sobbing noise, pressing his his open mouth on my boot, kissing and kicking the smooth leather with such passion that I can feel his tongue on my heel.? He shifts his balance, spreading his legs far apart and arching his back.? The perfect, solid globes of his arse gleam and part so I can almost glimpse the tender hole they are so rarely allowed to protect.? I bend at the waist and run a gloved hand over his flank and over one firm buttock.? He moans and pushed his flesh into my hand.? My own desire for him amazes me - he is no more than a stock boy - and I grab a handful of damp hair and drag him from me.
I catch his face in my hand.? "Look at me, boy!"
Our eyes lock in a frozen, magical instant.? His eyes are dazzling - cornflower blue glazed with lust - awash with fear and hope and a desperation I cannot place for a moment.? He looks at me as if I were an angel, his childhood hero, a feared, domineering father and his own personal god made hard, thrusting, insatiable flesh.
I realise suddenly that he is desperate to belong, desperate to please, desperate to be owned - desperate to be loved.? In all his time here, I realise - all the pain, the beatings, the degradation, the sexual humiliation and abuse - when have any of us rewarded him with affection or praise? ?I've watched him scream, weep, beg, grovel, sob; I've seen him cry himself to sleep, chained face up on his bunk, his tears of frustration leaving his pulsing, twitching unloved cock no nearer the release he so desperately desires; I've watched him writhe and howl under every form of torment - as the whip arced over his bound flesh, as the cane sliced into his exposed, raw arse-lips, as the club landed another hammer blow to his bound nuts - but never seen him enjoy a gentle caress.? His whole existence revolves around us - pleasing us, satisfying our demands, making us proud, straining for our approval.? And we have demanded, threatened, bullied, terrified, tormented, teased, denied, tortured and broken him.? And now, now he gazes up to me and silently begs me to own him, to be his Master.
I run one gloved finger over his lips and watch his tongue flick out to caress it.? I smile at him and watch him blush.? His rigid cock seems to expand and darken, now ticking urgently with his rapid heartbeat.? His mouth sucks fiercely at my finger and he raises his body toward me, offering his sore tits and swollen balls.? He teeters moaning on the brink of orgasm, quivering like a bird with a broken wing, just because I smiled at him.
I pull my finger free.? "Well, well." I am amused "How interesting. But first, boy, I have a class to teach."? He bows his head.? I could cum just looking at him.
By the time the class arrives though, he is sitting astride a narrow whipping horse.? His arms are once again bound behind him, and I've also roped his ankles up behind him and connected them to his wrists, bending his knees.? His whole weight, therefore, is balanced on the small space between his legs.? Unfortunately for him, his tightly bound balls are pulled back hard and tied off to his wrists and ankles, so that his weight pivots on the screaming, tender eggs and any struggling will grind them down into the hard, padded surface.? Naturally, I don't want him to fall, so I've also tied his knees down to bolts in the floor, which sadly crushes his balls still harder.? Finally, I've looped rawhide tight round his rock hard cock, pulling it out full length along the unyielding surface of the horse, ready to be beaten.
396 - jamie - is once again in a lot of pain.? He tries hard to keep still, but he's trapped in a cycle of action and reaction - movement and agony.? His muscles strain and twitch, and the sweat is starting to run down the chiselled muscle of his flanks again.? I could not be harder.? I decide to try an experiment.
I place my hand gently on the side of his face.? He immediately kisses the palm of the glove with almost religious fervour.
"Look at me, boy."? I am dazzled by that brilliant blue, as he looks fearfully up at me; so young, so helpless, so afraid.? I am suddenly aware that I am twice his age, that I tower over him at 6'4", of the thick dark hair that covers my hugely muscled arms, slab-like pecs and firm, round belly.? I am not delicately featured or finely chiselled, but raw, rough and half-savage - big and overpowering.? My hand covers the whole side of his face.? I feel protective, paternal, almost affectionate.? I want to hear him weep from pain and know that his suffering was for me. I want to untie him right there and fuck him, raping him over and over until he screamed for me, screamed for mercy, screamed for more.? Somehow I am caught in his eyes, his pleading, puppy-dog, tear-reddened eyes.? I clear my throat.
"This is going to be hard on you boy, very hard." I manage to make my voice a low rumble. "You are going to suffer today.? All the men who come here are going to beat you - again and again - because that is what you are for.? You will scream and cry, but your body will continue to be tortured, as it should be - as it must."? His eyes flicker and fill with terror, but he still presses his face into my touch and licks imploringly.? I lean closer.? "I want you to take it all for my sake.? I want to know that you are suffering for my pleasure.? Can you do that?? Can you give me your pain?? Will you be a good boy?"? He nods frantically as I talk, but at the magic words "good boy" his eyes widen.? He sobs audibly and almost speaks, but I silence him with one finger over his lips, shaking my head gently.? I give him a? small smile, and like the sun breaking through the clouds after weeks of rain, trembling and uncertain, like a foal standing for the first time, he starts to smile back.? I go back over to the toy rack before my will breaks and I eat him alive.? Before I kiss him.
I turn back to see he has closed his eyes and calmed his breathing.? I watch with awe at his beauty as he prepares to give himself to me.? My cock is stiff and heavy as iron.? Quietly I approach him and as his eyes flicker open and that damned adorable smile starts to reappear, I gag him hard and fast with a huge leather wedge gag which forces his jaw wide open.? I hide those eyes behind a blindfold and attach nipple clamps to his chest - not too severe, but they will get gradually worse, and I intend them to be in place for some time.? I run my hand down his pecs and over his stomach,? making his breathing speed up through the tube in the gag.? He wriggles gently in his bonds, straining for my touch, grinding his balls into the horse, whimpering with pain and desire.
Finally, I give him a quick shot of a substitute Valium/Viagra mix, and sit back to wait for my students as his skin flushes with arousal.? The class of junior Masters arrives, falling silent as they drink in the sight of jamie - nude, blind, glistening, straining, gagged, drugged, hurting and helpless. The boy moans gently to himself.? I pick up a short, straight, heavy cane and step to the front of the class.
He is golden in the afternoon sun, like a tormented statue of amber.? The classs tumbles to their seats as the air becomes thick with lust.? jamie's breathing becomes laboured as he hears them and knows it will begin soon.? His cock twitches against its bonds and with a slight whimper he pushes his groin forward and thrusts out his smooth, meaty pecs, as it offering himself to an unseen hand.? The room is frozen, silent but for the hot breath of thirty rock hard men and one agonised boy.? Time seems to pause.? A single drop of sweat hangs briefly from the clamp at jamie's right nipple, sparkling momentarily in the warm light, and then falls, splashing on the floor.
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jamie is crying again.? He has been crying fairly continuously now for several hours, but this is different.? The class was extraordinary, several of the students came just watching him.? Others took their cocks out and came over his flawless skin.? It is their seed that he has sucked so enthusiastically from the fingers which I have stuffed into his mouth, while my cock basked in the clutching heat of his arse.
I have already fucked him twice, but I just won't go soft.? After the students left, I took his gag out and let him stretch his aching jaw, untied the rope connecting his knees to the floor, released his balls from underneath him, and his cock from in front.? Then I straddled the horse behind him and bodily lifted him, still bound and blind, onto my cock, holding him up, while his guts adjusted round my fat, unforgiving shaft.? Then I fucked him by lifting him up and down, still helpless, sliding his tight hole up and down my hungry cock.? Dropping him brutally onto me until I impaled him totally.? He wept and bucked, but all the time I could feel him struggling to flex his arse muscles around me, straining to please me through the pain.
When I came the first time, I let him sit, whimpering, on me. I scooped up some of the cum from his thigh and fed him my dripping fingers, and reached round for his cock, which made him shriek.? The class had been thorough, with a controlled brutality which made me proud of my students....and the boy.? His cock was immensely swollen, red and purple and almost black in places; deep bruising from clubs and fists, vicious welts from the lash and the crop, burning his shaft, and even the vulnerable head of his cock, with his protecting foreskin pulled back.? Then the clubs again, landing hard on the head, the shock ripping through him even with the 'skin in place.? And finally, the canes, light and heavy, striping his shaft and foreskin with savage heat.? Again and again the blows had fallen, to the sweet music of his gagged screams.? Again and again he had thrust forward, given himself.? Given himself to me.
He can only have been hoping I would leave it alone, but instead, for a long time, I masturbated him hard, taking him way past the point he would have cum if he'd been able.? His grunts and yelps of pain soon became a continuous wail of frustration, as his bound balls slammed up and down into my fist and the horse.? Cruelly, I backhanded the bruised shaft, harder and harder, in a frenzy of lust. I had to hear him scream.? I had to fuck him again.? I flung him down on his belly on the narrow surface, and standing behind him began to hammer my cock in to him, in a rage of desire for him. I was on fire, alive, complete, home.? My orgasm tore through me in a way I cannot remember experiencing ever before, like a forest ablaze, a hurricane that blew down the last of my walls, my defences, my stupidity.? I roared like a beast, like a wildman.? I roared to stop myself from crying with joy.
I fell, almost fainting, onto him afterwards, dizzy and spent, but still unbelievably hard, and held him.? Only then did I hear his feverish murmuring "i'll be a good boy Sir. i'll be a good boy Sir." I lifted him up, back onto my cock, and held him to my soaking chest, felt him press his back into my embrace.? I slowly released his ankles, so he could finally put his feet down, fed him my fingers again and started to masturbate his brutalised cock again.? This time he begged openly and brokenly "Please Sir! Please, please Sir!" until the long wail of desperation grew again, and became almost a scream, til I muffled it with my fingers again.
After a long time - a hour? two? twenty minutes? five? - I put my lips to his ear and growl "So, boy, how would you like to belong to me?"? The wail stops like water turned off at the tap.? His whole body tenses in disbelief, in hope.? "Do you want to be my boy? My own boy?"? I lift him off my cock, untie his wrists and dismount from the horse, walking round to sit astride it again in front of him.? He gasps.? I lift the blindfold and am caught again.
"It won't be easy.? You'll suffer and scream for me.? You'll suffer a lot.? I love hurting you.? Your pain will give me great pleasure.? But you will belong to me.? I may never ask you what you want again - I may never care.? But I'm asking you now, boy, do you want to be mine?"?
Like a dam bursting "Please, please Sir! i'll be your boy! i'll be a good boy for you! Please Sir! Make me your boy! Please Sir! I love you, Sir, I love you!" over and over, on and on.? And he weeps, as he has been doing for hours, but this is different.
I have to fuck him again.? I want to hurt him so badly. I want to watch him break, and hear him beg me for more.? But I can only think of one way to silence him now.
I kiss him.
I think it might be his first kiss.
It feels like mine.? He feels like mine.
ax396 is waiting for
me in the classroom.? Clark has fastened
him onto the display stand in the usual way:?
the kid kneels on the frame, his knees and ankles strapped down and held
impossibly far apart - the smooth bulk of his thighs straining.? His arms are manacled and held at wrist and
elbow by spreader bars, then pulled far behind him and fastened down, forcing
him to lean right back, pushing his chest and groin forwards.? Meanwhile, his plump, hairless balls are stretched
tight - pink and shiny in a vicious cocoon of rawhide - pulled hard away from
his groin and clipped to a ratcheted wheel between his knees.? I smirk at this straining sculpture of living
flesh.? That Clarky is a bastard.? The frame is totally the wrong size for 396 -
built to hold slaves at least 6' tall - not 5'6".? Instead of a humiliating and uncomfortable
display position, 396 is wracked with agony; and judging by the heaving,
sweating chest, the childish whimpering and the tears running down the side of
the boy's face, has been for some time.
396 is one of my
favorites among the stock here at the Academy.?
Barely nineteen, he has already been with us for four years.? Idly, I pinch one swollen angry-looking
nipple - so different from the flat little nubs he arrived with - and watch him
squirm as the sharp pain radiated from his chest.? The minute I touch his semi-hard cock it
springs into a painful erection, curving back toward his abs despite the pull
on his nuts and twitching with every beat of his heart.? It's a beautiful piece of meat - not excessively
long but gorgeously, meatily thick - sturdy but vulnerable; steel wrapped in
baby-soft easily bruised satin.? I
ratchet his balls even tighter, until they are at least four inches from his
body.? Cupping them in my left hand, I
bring my other fist down hard, several times in quick succession, knuckles
first into the taut nuts.? There is an
instant of horrible silence, as if he can't believe the pain I just filled him
with, before the shrieks come and he begins to cry.? His rigid cock bobs with the sickening blows,
but never wavers.? I grind his nuts
together, making him twitch his whole body.
"Take it like a
man, pussy-boy, you've got hours with me yet."
He tries to contain
his snivelling, biting his soft, full lips - cocksucking lips, too voluptuous
for a boy.? They look best stretched
round the base of a big, demanding shaft.?
I give him one more hard punch to the balls and while he recovers, I
start to leaf idly through his file, which had been left on the stand between
his legs.
An interesting
story....one of the reasons I find him so irresistable.? Most of the Academy stock are criminals,
serving a sentence or on probation.?
Chosen for the their looks, generally they are offered our 'programme'
as a way of reducing their sentence - not realising that Academy stock is
prized around the world.? Very few stock
boys ever gain their freedom - or remember the possibility exists when we're
finished with them.? Others are rent
boys, street whores or homeless picked up by our agents in? the police.?
Occasionally men are sold to us by criminal organisations to pay off
debts (usually gambling) or sent to us as part of their endless internecine
feuding.? We don't really like to become
involved in this frankly, but we do get some beautiful American boys this way -
blond, stupid farmboys from Iowa who got lost at the roulette table or dark
hairy Botticelli satyrs with street smarts, foul mouths and Brooklyn accents
from rival families.? Their last memory
is some casino in Vegas or New York, and the next thing they know, they're
naked, hog-tied and being unpacked in a remote mediaeval castle on the moors of
Cumbria.? Most rarely of all, a volunteer
makes it through our vetting process.
Young ax396, though,
is unique in my many years here.? His
name was Jamie, though I doubt he's been called that very often in the last
four years. He's from an excellent, upper middle class family - rich, educated
and pampered.? His father died when he
was very young, but his mother soon remarried, a powerful businessman - wealthy,
well-connected and leading a double life.?
Mr de Hainault is one of our most respected and deeply sadistic
associates here at the Academy.? I think
he did love Jamie's mother, but he also would spend occasional weekends at our
venues here, on the continent or on our cruise ship - helping with classes and
putting our stock boys through their paces in legendary, marathon torture
sessions.? It was, in fact, during one of
these that his wife died, drunkenly driving her Merc convertible back from a
lunch with girlfriends.? Jamie was eight
years old, a bright blond doing well at prep school.
Knowing de Hainault
as I do, and having watched the man's merciless work on some of our older stock
boys (He likes them over 30 - he loves to break men not boys) I would not have
believed that he consciously set out to mould Jamie, his step-son, into a
slave.? But I don't know how else to
explain the extremely peculiar things that were done which have helped made the
boy so wonderful to work with.? de
Hainault withdrew the boy from school, and began having him educated at
home.? His only contact with youngsters
his own age was at the local rugby club pitch, and he was never allowed to
socialise much with them and never without adult supervision.? His (elderly male) tutor was strictly
instucted not only to omit sex education from the curriculum, but also to
excise where possible any sexual references from literature.? It is clear from confessions wrung out of him
in the first few days of his residence here and subsequently cross-checked in
further interrogation and punishment sessions, that when he came to us a week
or so after his fifteenth birthday, his ideas about sex were hazy at best,
though his fantasy life had been resolutely heterosexual.
He was instructed to
ignore the changes in his body as puberty took him totally by surprise.? Fortunately, in my opinion, he was at least
able to see the other boys in the changing rooms, and so realise he was not
ill.? But by 14 he still hadn't worked
out how to masturbate, despite frequent and embarrassing erections.? He started to have wet dreams, for which he
was beaten and humilated by having to wear plastic pants to bed.
In the file there are
pictures of him taken just before he arrived at the Academy.?? Grinning and dirty on the rugby pitch -
already a young man - not tall but barrel-chested, with heavily muscled
thighs.? His longish blond hair, short at
the back and sides, flops appealingly over his innocent eyes.? Another is of him skateboarding in his baggy
low-slung jeans. The third is a formal shot: scrubbed clean and clear-eyed he
gazes happily at the camera - all clean good looks and untouched purity.
So different from the
writhing, tortured muscleboy beside me.?
With his head flung back he is barely human looking.? The removal of his body hair was a serious
blow to jamie - he only has eyebrows and his short blond buzz cut left
now.? I take his balls in my fist again,
grinding them together.? He whines like a
scared puppy, but his cock starts to leak slightly.? He won't cum;?
the drugs in his feed prevent him, whilst at the same time making him
uncontrollably horny.? Not that he needs
much help at his age, but the additional drugs turn our younger stock into lust
crazed animals.? They can be kept on the
brink of orgasm unconscionably long without release.? Plus jamie hasn't cum for 187 days according
to his file, so without the drugs he'd probably cum just from my nutcracker
impression.? I smirk at his quivering
cock.? Ah, to be a teenager!? I grip harder.? His sounds of protest are delightfully
musical - I can tell he is struggling not to beg for mercy.? After last time, he knows what happens to
stock who beg for mercy.
He is breathtakingly
beautiful, stretched and tormented - his writhing, glistening body catching the
afternoon sun.? As he starts to cry
again, the deeper notes of his man's voice are replaced by naked, fearful,
boy-like sobbing.? His nude skin gleams
with health - pale gold and flushed red.
His torture is all
the sweeter knowing that he had barely started to explore the pleasures of his
flesh before they were denied him forever.?
He has not touched his own cock for just over fours years, and it was
only four months or so before his slavery began that a snatched conversation
with a teammate opened the world of masturbation to him.? For only four months he enjoyed his body -
pleasured himself - held his own cock in gentle hands and dreamed of
girls.? Four months before the thrilling
touch of his hands became the sturdier caress of the cane, the tawse and the clamp.? Four months of pleasure - four years of pain;
I love that thought, especially when I'm bringing the cane whistling down onto
his cock.
It was de Hainault
that brought him here.? He set him up and
trapped him, organised a young whore to seduce him on his 15th birthday.? de Hainault walked in on his stepson's first
ever sexual encounter.? Walked in loudly
as she started to fight and scream "Rape!" Still laughs in the
clubhouse today about the look of horror and confusion on the boy's cherubic
face, about his blushes as he tried to cover his erection from his stepfather
while he stammered his explanation.?
Laughs about the fact the boy never got the chance to cum - generally
when smoking a fat cigar at the bar, the exhausted boy cruelly bound at his
feet, nursing his stepfather's cock, his body sizzling with welts and marks
from 48 hours of being worked over by dad.
Naturally, de
Hainault had the boy arrested, arraigned and tried for rape within a
fortnight.? The boy was so naive, he had
no inkling that all the men there - judge, jurors, clerks, prosecution and
defence, not to mention his loving step-father, who testified against him -
were all Academy associates.? (Well, no
inkling until that first gang-rape, where they all helped de Hainault break the
boy in.)? They told the sobbing boy after
the guilty verdict, that as it was his first offence, they could allow him a
choice.? Either take the full sentence
and get thrown into gaol, where being so young he would almost certainly spend
all his time being sexually violated by the prisoners.? When the boy's terrified begging subsided,
the judge suggested that he agreed to the second option - a special
"work-camp" and half the sentenced time.? The boy protested his innocence, but a hard
slap from his lawyer and then one from his step-father soon calmed him
down.? While he picked himself up off the
floor, they accepted the second option.
Imagine the boy's
horror when he was sentenced to forty years as a stock boy with the
Academy.? Imagine his despair when he was
told that this was half the sentence.?
In shock, he let the guards strip him right there in the court, and it
was only as they hogtied him brutally that he started to struggle, crying his
innocence and begging his step-fther to intervene, until a heavy duty cattle
prod applied to buttock and scrotum reduced him to incoherent shrieks and sobs
as he was carried bound, naked and utterly alone to his new life.
I run my hand over
the silky undulations of his back swept torso, feeling the rise and fall of his
laboured breathing.? I push his iron-hard
cock away from his belly, twisting it and his balls down towards the table,
watching him shift and struggle to relieve the pressure.? When I release it, it snaps right back and
slaps his abdomen.
But all this musing
is not getting him ready for class.?
Today's subject will be cock beatings, so I need to get him sorted
out.? I release his bound arms from the
stand and help him kneel upright.?
"Stay
still."
His balls are still
winched away from his body, and his eyes, downcast, are still teary.? I unclip his ankles and knees and last of all
unclip the ratchet on his nuts, which immediately spring back.? He gasps and blushes, his golden skin
reddening and glistening with new sweat.?
His yelp of surprise becomes a howl of genuine anguish as I quickly
unwind the rawhide, pulling on it so that his reddening balls pinwheel to
freedom.? The sac is soft and hairless,
looking pinched and sore.? I give it a
few open handed slaps to help the circulation and lift him down onto his
shaking legs, which give out from underneath him.
He surprises me by
immediately heaving himself towards me and, with an odd half gasping, half
sobbing noise, pressing his his open mouth on my boot, kissing and kicking the
smooth leather with such passion that I can feel his tongue on my heel.? He shifts his balance, spreading his legs far
apart and arching his back.? The perfect,
solid globes of his arse gleam and part so I can almost glimpse the tender hole
they are so rarely allowed to protect.? I
bend at the waist and run a gloved hand over his flank and over one firm
buttock.? He moans and pushed his flesh
into my hand.? My own desire for him
amazes me - he is no more than a stock boy - and I grab a handful of damp hair
and drag him from me.
I catch his face in
my hand.? "Look at me, boy!"
Our eyes lock in a
frozen, magical instant.? His eyes are
dazzling - cornflower blue glazed with lust - awash with fear and hope and a
desperation I cannot place for a moment.?
He looks at me as if I were an angel, his childhood hero, a feared,
domineering father and his own personal god made hard, thrusting, insatiable
flesh.
I realise suddenly
that he is desperate to belong, desperate to please, desperate to be owned -
desperate to be loved.? In all his time
here, I realise - all the pain, the beatings, the degradation, the sexual
humiliation and abuse - when have any of us rewarded him with affection or
praise? ?I've watched him scream, weep,
beg, grovel, sob; I've seen him cry himself to sleep, chained face up on his
bunk, his tears of frustration leaving his pulsing, twitching unloved cock no
nearer the release he so desperately desires; I've watched him writhe and howl
under every form of torment - as the whip arced over his bound flesh, as the
cane sliced into his exposed, raw arse-lips, as the club landed another hammer
blow to his bound nuts - but never seen him enjoy a gentle caress.? His whole existence revolves around us -
pleasing us, satisfying our demands, making us proud, straining for our
approval.? And we have demanded,
threatened, bullied, terrified, tormented, teased, denied, tortured and broken
him.? And now, now he gazes up to me and
silently begs me to own him, to be his Master.
I run one gloved
finger over his lips and watch his tongue flick out to caress it.? I smile at him and watch him blush.? His rigid cock seems to expand and darken,
now ticking urgently with his rapid heartbeat.?
His mouth sucks fiercely at my finger and he raises his body toward me,
offering his sore tits and swollen balls.?
He teeters moaning on the brink of orgasm, quivering like a bird with a
broken wing, just because I smiled at him.
I pull my finger
free.? "Well, well." I am
amused "How interesting. But first, boy, I have a class to
teach."? He bows his head.? I could cum just looking at him.
By the time the class
arrives though, he is sitting astride a narrow whipping horse.? His arms are once again bound behind him, and
I've also roped his ankles up behind him and connected them to his wrists,
bending his knees.? His whole weight,
therefore, is balanced on the small space between his legs.? Unfortunately for him, his tightly bound
balls are pulled back hard and tied off to his wrists and ankles, so that his
weight pivots on the screaming, tender eggs and any struggling will grind them
down into the hard, padded surface.?
Naturally, I don't want him to fall, so I've also tied his knees down to
bolts in the floor, which sadly crushes his balls still harder.? Finally, I've looped rawhide tight round his
rock hard cock, pulling it out full length along the unyielding surface of the
horse, ready to be beaten.
396 - jamie - is once
again in a lot of pain.? He tries hard to
keep still, but he's trapped in a cycle of action and reaction - movement and
agony.? His muscles strain and twitch,
and the sweat is starting to run down the chiselled muscle of his flanks again.? I could not be harder.? I decide to try an experiment.
I place my hand
gently on the side of his face.? He
immediately kisses the palm of the glove with almost religious fervour.
"Look at me,
boy."? I am dazzled by that
brilliant blue, as he looks fearfully up at me; so young, so helpless, so
afraid.? I am suddenly aware that I am
twice his age, that I tower over him at 6'4", of the thick dark hair that
covers my hugely muscled arms, slab-like pecs and firm, round belly.? I am not delicately featured or finely chiselled,
but raw, rough and half-savage - big and overpowering.? My hand covers the whole side of his
face.? I feel protective, paternal,
almost affectionate.? I want to hear him
weep from pain and know that his suffering was for me. I want to untie him
right there and fuck him, raping him over and over until he screamed for me,
screamed for mercy, screamed for more.?
Somehow I am caught in his eyes, his pleading, puppy-dog, tear-reddened
eyes.? I clear my throat.
"This is going
to be hard on you boy, very hard." I manage to make my voice a low rumble.
"You are going to suffer today.? All
the men who come here are going to beat you - again and again - because that is
what you are for.? You will scream and
cry, but your body will continue to be tortured, as it should be - as it
must."? His eyes flicker and fill
with terror, but he still presses his face into my touch and licks
imploringly.? I lean closer.? "I want you to take it all for my
sake.? I want to know that you are
suffering for my pleasure.? Can you do
that?? Can you give me your pain?? Will you be a good boy?"? He nods frantically as I talk, but at the
magic words "good boy" his eyes widen.? He sobs audibly and almost speaks, but I
silence him with one finger over his lips, shaking my head gently.? I give him a?
small smile, and like the sun breaking through the clouds after weeks of
rain, trembling and uncertain, like a foal standing for the first time, he
starts to smile back.? I go back over to
the toy rack before my will breaks and I eat him alive.? Before I kiss him.
I turn back to see he
has closed his eyes and calmed his breathing.?
I watch with awe at his beauty as he prepares to give himself to
me.? My cock is stiff and heavy as iron.? Quietly I approach him and as his eyes
flicker open and that damned adorable smile starts to reappear, I gag him hard
and fast with a huge leather wedge gag which forces his jaw wide open.? I hide those eyes behind a blindfold and
attach nipple clamps to his chest - not too severe, but they will get gradually
worse, and I intend them to be in place for some time.? I run my hand down his pecs and over his
stomach,? making his breathing speed up through
the tube in the gag.? He wriggles gently
in his bonds, straining for my touch, grinding his balls into the horse,
whimpering with pain and desire.
Finally, I give him a
quick shot of a substitute Valium/Viagra mix, and sit back to wait for my
students as his skin flushes with arousal.?
The class of junior Masters arrives, falling silent as they drink in the
sight of jamie - nude, blind, glistening, straining, gagged, drugged, hurting
and helpless. The boy moans gently to himself.?
I pick up a short, straight, heavy cane and step to the front of the
class.
He is golden in the
afternoon sun, like a tormented statue of amber.? The classs tumbles to their seats as the air
becomes thick with lust.? jamie's
breathing becomes laboured as he hears them and knows it will begin soon.? His cock twitches against its bonds and with
a slight whimper he pushes his groin forward and thrusts out his smooth, meaty
pecs, as it offering himself to an unseen hand.?
The room is frozen, silent but for the hot breath of thirty rock hard
men and one agonised boy.? Time seems to
pause.? A single drop of sweat hangs
briefly from the clamp at jamie's right nipple, sparkling momentarily in the
warm light, and then falls, splashing on the floor.
*?????????? *?????????? *
jamie is crying
again.? He has been crying fairly
continuously now for several hours, but this is different.? The class was extraordinary, several of the
students came just watching him.? Others
took their cocks out and came over his flawless skin.? It is their seed that he has sucked so
enthusiastically from the fingers which I have stuffed into his mouth, while my
cock basked in the clutching heat of his arse.
I have already fucked
him twice, but I just won't go soft.?
After the students left, I took his gag out and let him stretch his
aching jaw, untied the rope connecting his knees to the floor, released his
balls from underneath him, and his cock from in front.? Then I straddled the horse behind him and
bodily lifted him, still bound and blind, onto my cock, holding him up, while
his guts adjusted round my fat, unforgiving shaft.? Then I fucked him by lifting him up and down,
still helpless, sliding his tight hole up and down my hungry cock.? Dropping him brutally onto me until I impaled
him totally.? He wept and bucked, but all
the time I could feel him struggling to flex his arse muscles around me, straining
to please me through the pain.
When I came the first
time, I let him sit, whimpering, on me. I scooped up some of the cum from his
thigh and fed him my dripping fingers, and reached round for his cock, which
made him shriek.? The class had been thorough,
with a controlled brutality which made me proud of my students....and the
boy.? His cock was immensely swollen, red
and purple and almost black in places; deep bruising from clubs and fists,
vicious welts from the lash and the crop, burning his shaft, and even the
vulnerable head of his cock, with his protecting foreskin pulled back.? Then the clubs again, landing hard on the
head, the shock ripping through him even with the 'skin in place.? And finally, the canes, light and heavy,
striping his shaft and foreskin with savage heat.? Again and again the blows had fallen, to the
sweet music of his gagged screams.? Again
and again he had thrust forward, given himself.?
Given himself to me.
He can only have been
hoping I would leave it alone, but instead, for a long time, I masturbated him
hard, taking him way past the point he would have cum if he'd been able.? His grunts and yelps of pain soon became a
continuous wail of frustration, as his bound balls slammed up and down into my
fist and the horse.? Cruelly, I
backhanded the bruised shaft, harder and harder, in a frenzy of lust. I had to
hear him scream.? I had to fuck him
again.? I flung him down on his belly on
the narrow surface, and standing behind him began to hammer my cock in to him,
in a rage of desire for him. I was on fire, alive, complete, home.? My orgasm tore through me in a way I cannot
remember experiencing ever before, like a forest ablaze, a hurricane that blew
down the last of my walls, my defences, my stupidity.? I roared like a beast, like a wildman.? I roared to stop myself from crying with joy.
I fell, almost
fainting, onto him afterwards, dizzy and spent, but still unbelievably hard,
and held him.? Only then did I hear his
feverish murmuring "i'll be a good boy Sir. i'll be a good boy Sir."
I lifted him up, back onto my cock, and held him to my soaking chest, felt him
press his back into my embrace.? I slowly
released his ankles, so he could finally put his feet down, fed him my fingers
again and started to masturbate his brutalised cock again.? This time he begged openly and brokenly
"Please Sir! Please, please Sir!" until the long wail of desperation
grew again, and became almost a scream, til I muffled it with my fingers again.
After a long time - a
hour? two? twenty minutes? five? - I put my lips to his ear and growl "So,
boy, how would you like to belong to me?"?
The wail stops like water turned off at the tap.? His whole body tenses in disbelief, in
hope.? "Do you want to be my boy? My
own boy?"? I lift him off my cock,
untie his wrists and dismount from the horse, walking round to sit astride it
again in front of him.? He gasps.? I lift the blindfold and am caught again.
"It won't be
easy.? You'll suffer and scream for
me.? You'll suffer a lot.? I love hurting you.? Your pain will give me great pleasure.? But you will belong to me.? I may never ask you what you want again - I
may never care.? But I'm asking you now,
boy, do you want to be mine?"?
Like a dam bursting
"Please, please Sir! i'll be your boy! i'll be a good boy for you! Please
Sir! Make me your boy! Please Sir! I love you, Sir, I love you!" over and
over, on and on.? And he weeps, as he has
been doing for hours, but this is different.
I have to fuck him
again.? I want to hurt him so badly. I
want to watch him break, and hear him beg me for more.? But I can only think of one way to silence
him now.
I kiss him.
I think it might be
his first kiss.
It feels like
mine.? He feels like mine.
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Chapter Three: Quarterback and His Naughty Little Sisters By mypenname3000 Commissioned by n1one Copyright 2020 Note: This story was commissioned by n1one and the story was crafted by fans on his discord server. Clara has a big grin on her face. Rumors are whispering about that those two skanks, Juliet and Annabelle, are having slut-off competition with creepy Mr. Finch as the judge. Some tweet that the two are always asking people for crazy sex acts for them to prove who's the biggest...
Taming the WTA Board – Part 1Please take note! Adults Only Literature The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. If you are an underage minor or offended by such material -or- if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc. Email [email protected] with your comments. Copyright 2003 **** ...
First Stop – 370 miles STOP/Gas&Goodies/St. Louis STOP/Springfield, Missouri HOTEL/La Quinta Inn VENUE/Stop & Sleep With all the new people, the ladies created a set of room groupings. They tried to put people together who wouldn’t normally talk to one another. In rooms with two doubles or queens, they put up to four girls. Boys would only be put in two doubles ... queens would be a waste. All very scientific, which got us twenty rooms for the boys, and eleven rooms for the girls....
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20th May 2015 : I had a busy day today. The long meeting hours with clients really suck and it sucks more when they are old fellows. I was going to the parking in the basement of my office situated in Bandra when my phone rang. It was Siddhartha, my husband. He told me that his flight had landed safely in Mumbai and he would be home within an hour. One part of me was happy that my hubby was coming home after 4 weeks and the other part was sad because I won’t be able to fuck Ishan till Sid was...
SEPTEMBER "Can you really believe it's been a year?" Taylor smiled and tilted her champagne glass back for a sip. But halfway to her lips, her hand froze and she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning softly. I glanced down to where Cassandra was kneeling between Taylor's legs, slurping my cum out from my wife's saturated pussy. Taylor herself was reclined in a bucket seat on the jet, fully naked and covered in sweat. When Taylor opened her eyes, the deep blue pools were unfocused and her...
You sit at a table quietly checking your phone, anxious, excited, nervous but thrilled, tonight is game night! You squirm in your short faun dress, it’s tight, clingy and cut low at the front. You have always got a thrill about going out like this; wearing no bra, only a silk thong, high heels and holdup stockings. Even at 43 you still get as excited as you did when you first went out like this. Your nipples feel each twist of the material as it moves when you move and it brushes them. Already...
I sit at the bar and sip my drink slowly. I scan the room while half-listening to my friend, talking about some new guy in her life. I’m not really interested in her latest lay, as I am looking for mine right now. This is usually such a good place to come and meet someone. I’m about to give up and just go home alone, when I spot you from across the room. You are sitting in the back of the bar all alone. It seems as though you are looking for someone and when our eyes meet it becomes clear,...
Due to some requests, a picture file has been added here https://chyoa.com/chapter/Pictures.464992 additional pictures will be added over time. Your name is Lisa Carter. You're an extremely attractive young woman, twenty-three years old, working your way through college. You're about 5' 5", very curvy, with full ripe breasts and firm shapely thighs. Your pretty face is framed by long dark hair, and you've been told your smile lights up the room. Your body gets you a lot of attention from men...
BDSMI was home from college for the summer. My mom and older sister Sally wanted to go on vacation to some Pennsylvania dutch area. That's not my thing I told them, I'd just be a drag. You two go & have fun.They were going to be gone for a week to ten days. I thought it would be nice to be alone, a break from dorm life.I wanted to watch porn videos on xhamster. I figured I'd use the desktop PC in he family room. It had a big monitor. I had my pants open rubbing my dick. It dawned on me that I...
Chapter 3Mikey sat on the couch watching TV. He heard a car doorin the driveway and he looked at the clock. It was10:00pm. His Mom was back already? He got up and walkedto the front door. Just as he was reaching for thehandle to open the door, it turned; the door opened;and his Mom came in. The look on her face was nothappy. She said hi matter-of-factly and walked pastMikey. He wasn't sure what to think."What's the matter Mom? He wasn't good-looking afterall?" Mikey asked, not sure if joking...
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It was the last big party of the summer, and with few exceptions, all the guests agreed that it was the best they’d had in four years at Boulder Ridge High School. Technically, their days at Boulder Ridge had ended some six weeks before with graduation, but the numerous parties that had begun with prom night had delayed their final parting until tonight. Come Monday morning, the first of them would spread out across the country to the various colleges they would be attending. Nevertheless, for...
Ambassadors of Peace, 2 By: Malissa Madison Tarriana was nervous as she stepped out of her bath. Her kittens were there instantly attending to her needs as they began drying her off, brushing out her fur and her long flowing yellow hair with its natural streaks of black highlights. She let the little Kitten Prissy help, then suggested she go check on Shasstine's progress. Soon it was time to begin getting into her wedding gown. The Emerald and Gold lace covered satin corset...
I looked at my sister “A what tour?” “In May Betsy, Alice and Talia are going to Europe for three months. They want me to go too but I don't have enough money, I need $2800 and I need it in nine weeks. Do you have some I can borrow?” “Hey, in case you haven't noticed, I go to college, I don't have a fucking spare quarter much less a few hundred lying around. I'm broke.” “I can't ask mom, she's always busted too. What the hell can I do Sam? I really want to go with them.” I sat...
Hello! My name is Thays and I'm brazilian, I have 22 yo and my sister is 8 years younger then me! This is my first story here and since now, I apologize for any spelling mistakes I may make, my english is rusty!Me and my sister have a very good relation and one is confidant of the other.She always quest me about boyfriends, relationship and sex and I'm very open with her about it, mainly about sex, how is very good to do it with a person that you like and about the risks of an unwanted...
I had just made the realization that even stretched by the sizeable dildo, I was still in for a rough ride by Ryan. My nerves got the better of me and my mind raced with thought; should-I-do-this?-he's-my-brother!-what's-wrong-with-me?-will-it-hurt?-I-hope-it-does.-I-can't-do-this. Before I went completely insane, Ryan shouted down the hall. "You can't have blown that bigga load! What's takin' you so long to clean up?" "Nothing, uh, I'll be right there." I felt proud that I...
Written by Expatdad many years ago. ....that same evening, jetlag claimed S. and I got my chance to be alone with Frank and Laura. We were sitting on the porch, drinks in hand and I steered the conversation to the topic Frank had raised the night before. "Laura, maybe you'd rather not talk about it, especially not to a stranger, but I am anxious to hear the full account of your ordeal." "Not at all, R., in fact it was I who told Frank that you should be forewarned and I don't mind talking to...
Heather collapsed in the kitchen chair and I was making my way out, when Samantha took my arm, “You know if mom hadn’t come home I would have been fucking Peter by now” I wondered why she was telling me this, up until now we hadn’t really talked much, she was in the year above my son so we only had chatted at PTA events. I looked at her wondering what was coming next, I didn’t have long to wait, “I’m so frustrated I need to get a stiff cock up my pussy before I go crazy” I was now thinking...
Toni and I spent time after Claudia left amusing ourselves with the Rottie and each other. We returned the dog to Cindy and headed home, satisfied with our work with Claudia. I had a feeling that the next time her husband asked about getting a dog she would totally agree. “See Toni” I said “she only needed to have dog sex without the pressure from her husband”. Toni chuckled “yes and being set upon be two horny women also helped” she said. I had to agree. We had certainly got her worked up,...
...It was dark in the master bedroom, a shadow cast it's mischievous cape across the faded grey walls, light permeated the room from the bathroom light down the hall, making visible the faces of two excited young men. The dark was a personal favorite setting for Lacey. Some women liked rose peddles, she liked what went bump in the night. Lacey took off her jeans and tank top, and was motioning to take her bra off when she felt hands across her mid drift. It tickled. Reese unclasps her purple...
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IncestTo say that he was stunned, at the sight of the middle aged woman, apparently being sexually molested by the caretaker, was an understatement. His initial shock would have quickly transformed into protective action. He was about to leap to her defence and drag the old man from her, when something about her stance fixed him to the spot. She had assumed no defensive pose. Realisation swiftly dawned. He had not wandered into a struggle for her honour. She was not fighting the old man off. She was...
ExhibitionismWe had another late baseball practice the following Friday. Wondering if Coach H (late 50’s with a hairy athletic body) meant what he said that I could ask him about masturbating with him again I delayed going back to the locker room to shower off by hitting a few balls in the baseball cage. I got back to the locker room as the last of my teammates where dressing. I undressed and hit the showers. While drying off in the shower I heard a cough and it was Coach H. He told me that if I had any...
Can't we all just get A-Long Pig? Story: #34 Copyright ©2005 Written: August 14 2005 A story By: KaosAngel & Anonymous friend Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Jessica couldn’t wait to get in the door as she struggled with her key's and fiddled with the lock that kept her from her window in to her fantasy realm where she was a prime spit roaster...
"Anyone planning to go to the Bicentennial Dance at the community center tomorrow night?" Josh Riker asked as he reached for the next to last piece of pizza. "I might," Stephen Scott answered, "if Laurie wants to go." Much to the annoyance of his friends, Stephen was practically incapable of answering any question without pointing out that he was the only one of the group with a steady girlfriend. "Hey, is it true that you have to ask her permission to go to the bathroom too?" Jack...