Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 10:13:42 -0600 From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com> Subject: Captive XIII Captive XIII "My asshole is never going to be the same. But I love what we did last night. How did you know that I could take both of your dicks at once?" "I knew that you would do what you were told, you wouldn't want to disobey the first rule." "I feel like the two of you are still in there. Do you think Ron enjoyed himself?" "He went home happy. He might have been happier if I had let him eat you out again before he left. I think he might turn out to be as kinky as Ray." "Dogs and horses?" "I don't know about that, but he certainly has taken to eating ass. He would have eaten you all night if I hadn't wanted to fuck. What did you think about drinking his piss?" "He could stand to drink more water; his piss was stronger than yours. It had that ammonia taste you get when you've been out all day without a water bottle." "When you meet him in the basement this morning you should tell him. I don't want you turned off by his piss. I hope his plan for sneaking away works; I've missed having you on my dick during the day. We only have five minutes between the second and third subject, so we will have to hurry. It won't be long enough to do anything other than giving you a drink." "Do you think he will really join us?" "Yeah. He wants his dick in your mouth, too. Although I think he enjoyed fucking you more." "Donny, I thought my ass was yours. I didn't think you would be sharing me with a Quaker farm boy." "It's just until we find him someone else to fuck. If Ray went to school out here there would never have been a first time and I wouldn't be letting him at you again." "I thought he was in love with you, but now it seems like he has fallen for my asshole." "Don't you want that monster up you chute? I thought you were enjoying yourself last night." "I did, but I'm in love with you and don't think it is right for me to be giving away what is yours." "You aren't, we are just sharing for a little while. Enjoy it while I let you, school is out in a month and there won't be any need to protect him from those bullies. I think Ray is going to stay out here for the summer to learn about farm life and spend time painting. I'm sure he will keep farm boy happy." "Aren't taking your clothes with you? I'm not coming back for them, I would just march you to class naked. Those girls would just love that. And that old man you have for a teacher would probably have a stroke at the sight of you wearing nothing but your collar." "Okay. I was hoping I could skip out and walk home through the fields and woods. My ass is going to remind me of what you did last night all day." "What we did, you were the one to sit on our cocks. If Ron stays over some night I think we might try to see how you like having two dicks pissing up your ass at the same time." "I'd pass out. That would be too much." "I think you would like it. Maybe we could have Ray join in and really fill your ass with piss. Just thinking about that gave you a hard-on." "Well, yeah. But I'm glad we have only been doing that on the weekends. I wouldn't want to be having an accident at school." "Speaking of which we need to get going." With his mouth on Donny's balls and his ass getting fingered Weldon wondered how his live could get any better. "Put you head down on your floor mat. I want to have your asshole looking at me." The boy struggled to comply. When he felt Donny pushing the third finger in his ass he groaned into the carpet, wondering if he would be getting fucked a second time before school started. When he felt the fourth finger join the other three he was glad that he had taken so much dick the night before. Donny pulled over to where he usually allowed Weldon to dress, pulled the car even further up the lane. When he didn't remove his fingers Weldon didn't know what he was supposed to do. So he did nothing. The pressure was almost unbearable as he felt Donny's thumb trying to join the rest of his digits. "If my hand was as small as yours I could push it all the way in. Maybe after a few more times taking both Ron and I you will be ready to take my hand. I'd like to know what you feel like around my hand. So plan on my fist being up inside you the day I graduate. It will be a present for both of us." With his ubiquitous bottle of yellow water sitting on his desk Weldon had trouble concentrating during the morning. When the teacher finished the second subject he walked out the door and headed the direction Ron had told them would lead to the basement and a hidden closet. The three boys met outside the room and by the time the door was open two dicks were out and Weldon was on his knees with his mouth open for whichever was the first to need his mouth. They were quick to give him a stomach full and zip their pants back up. Even in a rush Donny thought of his lover and asked if he wanted to unload some piss in Ron's mouth. Life kept getting better. Before going back to class after their lunch break Donny and Weldon slipped down to the closet for a quick blow job. The other students must have noticed a difference in their smell but no one said anything to them until Thursday. Donny had just opened the door after giving Weldon a load of cum and piss. Waiting for them was a teacher. They didn't get a chance to defend themselves or try to explain. The teacher had looked through the hole where there was supposed to be a door knob and seen exactly what was going on. They were suspended from school for a week, expected to keep up their work and told that when they returned they would not be leaving the classroom unless accompanied by a teacher. Fortunately for Ron he had to work on the farm that day and had missed school or the scandal would have been much worse. The lovers thought that everyone at the school already knew they were gay, if they hadn't they would by the time they returned to class. Ron came to their cabin Saturday evening to let them know what was being said and more importantly to let them know that the basement closet had been fastened shut with two locks. He also filled them in on the bullying that he had to endure. After that he only stayed long enough to fuck Weldon, inquire about Ray and warn them that when they returned he would not be joining them for lunch. They understood that Ron would have a harder time if he seemed to approve of the lovers' activities. Once he left the boys spent the evening not talking or playing. Sunday morning they held to custom, filling Weldon with dick and piss. While he sat eating breakfast Donny told him that as soon as they were done with chores he would try teaching him how to defend himself against bullies he wouldn't be able to use his wrestling moves against. They both hated the idea of getting into fights at school but Donny in-sisted that Weldon be able to defend himself if the teachers really did keep them apart like threatened. He must have had a premonition, but he didn't tell Weldon. Living with Donny Weldon had grown some, he was no longer the one hundred and eighteen pound sophomore, he was two inches taller and had gained twenty pounds, all muscle from doing chores around the farm. They had been working on a few basic Karate kicks when accidently, Weldon connected with Donny's jaw and knocked him off his feet. Rather than feeling any pride in what he'd learned he dropped to the ground to be sure his lover wasn't harmed. For a moment Donny didn't seem like he would respond but he shook off the blow and hugged Weldon. I think it's time we move onto boxing. I'm not sure I want to be kicked in the face for a while. Maybe I'll have better luck defending myself against you with my fists. The close contact and streaming sweat soon had the boys down on the mat with mouths filled. In just under three months it was only the fourth time that Donny had given Weldon a blow job and the first time he didn't spit out the cum. "I guess if you can learn to knock me off my feet I can learn to swallow your nasty." "Do you want to learn to swallow more than cum? I need to take a piss and might give it to you if you ask nicely." "You think you're big shit now that you knocked me down once? Guess what? I can still beat your ass any day. "But if you try to release it slow I think I should learn what it's like to drink piss, and who would be better for me to learn from than the perfect piss drinker?" "Is that all I am to you? A urinal?" "Of course not. I think of you as an ass and mouth, too. "Bitch! You are going to drown in piss. Open your mouth!" Donny was happy to play along and locked his lips around the head of his boy's dick. He soon was feeling a trickle of piss on his tongue that soon became a stream that was hitting further back and he found himself swallowing an endless flow of tasty boy waste. He wanted to pull away but Weldon had grabbed his head and held him tight even as he pushed against the boy's legs. "Don't fight it, Donny. You wanted to learn so keep swallowing my piss. I have lots more for you to drink." Weldon held on to his lover/owner's head not allowing him to release the pissing dick, he found it difficult to piss the harder his dick grew. It had only been three or four minutes since he'd given Donny a load of cum but he felt another load boiling in his balls, he was still pissing when he started face fucking. Donny had barely swallowed the last spurt of piss when Weldon fed him another load of cum, thinner and less tasty but definitely a full load. He held on until he was certain that Donny had swallowed every-thing in his mouth. "You did well. I can see why you enjoy doing that to me." "Well, if you feel like I felt the last few minutes I can't understand why you enjoy having me do it. That's why we get along, you like it one way and I like it the other. So, my little slave, don't get the idea in your head that you will be doing much more of that. "Wow, my pits stink. Get down here and clean them." Weldon had dropped to the mat when Donny grabbed him and instead of allowing him to get his tongue in his pits kissed him hard. They sat there for the next few minutes until the dogs ran up and wanted to play. Donny went to fix lunch and Weldon stood at the door thinking about what had just happened. Did he really like it more one way than the other, or was it just that he enjoyed being on the receiving end of Donny's dick? "Get down on my balls while I eat." It wasn't the first time he'd served his owner while eating, but he didn't know what he'd done to be deprived of the few minutes face to face they usually shared. When Donny was done eating he pushed back from the table and watched the boy bathing and sucking his balls for ten more minutes then he raised his legs up onto the table exposing his asshole to the tongue that had learned how to please him so well. "Work my asshole, slave. I want it to feel your tongue all the way up inside me. Do you want shit for lunch?" "No, sir. Please don't make me eat shit." There was no more talk between them as Weldon licked and sucked ass as ordered, loosening the asshole enough to get his tongue deep inside. He was worried that Donny wouldn't listen to his plea; still he was going to do whatever it took to please his owner. Donny's ass wasn't as talented as Weldon's but he was able to squeeze down on the tongue and hold on. "You clean my asshole every day, but you aren't willing to eat my shit? I don't understand what you think the difference is, I mean there has been shit in my hole when you have been eating me out. You need to solve this paradox; I'm becoming impatient waiting for you to beg me to shit in your mouth. I told you when you first moved in here that you would be eating it before the end of summer. You already know what I'm going to taste like. Donny released his tongue, pushed his head away and stood up. Setting the sandwich were his ass had rested he told the boy to stay where he was and eat his lunch. With nothing to drink it took him a few extra minutes to finish the dry sandwich. Donny was waiting on the porch with two pairs of boxing gloves and led Weldon to the wrestling mat on his hands and knees before he allowed the boy to stand and put them on his hands. "If you get into a fight at school, you won't have the gloves, but I don't want you hurting your hands or gouging me like a little girl. If one or more of the bullies tries anything with you, there are no rules. Do anything you can to stop them as fast as possible. If you can, a fist to the throat, a knee to the balls or a thumb in the eyes is going to stop them from getting in close where they can really hurt you. "The ones that were harassing Ron have at least a hundred pounds on you and the teachers are not going to try standing between them and you. Don't try doing any fancy footwork or punching. I'll teach you how to punch but only so you have a chance to hurt them. You should remember punching with your fists is not to hold someone back; it is to hurt your opponent. The kids at that school might be able to tussle like they were in the back yard, that could hurt you if they piled on. "Your first goal is to finish the fight before you get hurt." "Do you understand? "Yes, sir." The idea made sense but he wasn't sure he could try hurting an opponent, he had only joined the wrestling team because he thought no one would get hurt. He had his hands where Donny had told him and with one swing his lover knocked him to the ground. "While you're down there lick my ass. Every time I knock you down you are going to work your tongue into my ass loosening up a turd that will fall in your mouth if I knock you down enough times." Six more times he found himself on the mat staring up at Donny's asshole spread in front of his face. By the fifth time he thought his tongue had swiped the tip of a turd. On the sixth time he was sure that he had his tongue lapping at the turd just as Donny had promised. He was angry that Donny was doing this to him. On his feet once more he avoided the grossly telegraphed swings managing to hit Donny high on his chest but not high enough to hit his throat. "Damn it, you are not in a boxing match listening to Oscar Wilde's nemesis. You are fighting for your life." Listening to the harangue he got mad enough at the treatment he'd been receiving that he swung at Donny's face hitting him in the left eye. Donny turned away from Weldon who then jumped on his back, plummeting them both to the mat where he began kidney punching the older boy. "Stop. If you were fighting one on one, that might work. But think about it, those guys have a lot of fat and muscle on them and bullies are generally cowards so they travel in packs. You would have to be hitting a lot harder than you were hitting me to hurt them. As soon as you have one down you are going to have to go after the next one. If you are coming up from the back of one of them launch yourself at the balls of the next one head first. With luck you'll stun him enough to give you time to do more." "You are angry enough to do some real harm. What's wrong? Upset that I didn't shit in your mouth when you were licking that turd?" Weldon took a wild swing that Donny easily blocked and grabbing his arm twisted it behind his back, with a knee in his back dropped him face forward onto the mat. "Just because they ask you to stop doesn't mean that they will. I told you before there are no rules when doing this kind of fighting and you have to hurt them enough to stop them. Don't turn your back to them, it is a big red flag that says my ass is yours; they will take advantage of it. "I need to go take a shit. You did exactly what I said you would. You loosened up a big turd." Donny walked away telling Weldon not to attack, that he would be back to continue in a few minutes. So he had been purposely been trying to make him angry. The meal fed to him where he sat his bare ass, the talk about eating shit and the big turd he'd licked, they were all part of Donny's plan to see how he fought when mad. When he returned they went through the first lessons again. After a short break to allow Weldon a drink of piss and Donny some water the boys were back on the mat. "We have tried a few things, now it's time to see what you can put together to stop your opponent. You can use kicks, punches, wrestling moves or anything else your think might help. Be aware. I didn't wipe my ass after I shit, so when I put you on the mat you will be licking a shitty asshole." He hoped it was only a threat but realized that Donny had never threatened without being willing to do what he said. He attacked high then low and high again but Donny stayed on his feet. As he wiped sweat off his forehead he had his feet swept out from under him and he hit the mat on his ass. Shit! It wasn't an idle threat. He could see the shit smeared on the rim of the ass in his face. Closing his eyes and swallowing his pride he tentatively stuck out his tongue only to be met with the acrid taste of shit. He tried to pull back but Donny had grabbed his hair and was pushing his face back into his ass. He only had the boy lick the rim, telling him that the next time he would be expected to get his tongue inside and clean the rest of the shit out. He was pissed off, why would Donny do this to him when he had promised to wait until he was ready. When he was pulled to his feet Donny surprised him with a kiss that shared the taste lingered in his mouth. "I will never ask you to do something I haven't done or would do, Weldon. But go ahead and be mad, see if it helps you hit harder." They practiced for another ten minutes with Donny effectively blocking everything Weldon tried and Weldon taking hits to his chest and head. Seeing Weldon lower his gloves Donny hit him hard enough to drop the boy back to the mat. Knowing what was expected of him he moved behind Donny and pulled his cheeks apart as well as he could with boxing gloves covering his hands and finished cleaning the shit from his owner's asshole. Donny didn't stop him this time, but bent his legs and gave the boy easy access to get his reward or punishment. "Keep your tongue working until there is no taste left. If I can still smell shit on my finger after you think you're done you will be having your tongue in my asshole for the rest of the night, all night. I won't even stop you to fuck you when we go to bed." He wasn't Ray and didn't appreciate being treated like Donny's other sex slave but he did what he was told and kept working his tongue in and out and around until he couldn't taste anything. "Wet my finger. I don't feel anything but smell it, what do you think?" Rather than speak, Weldon licked the finger being held in front of his face before he answered. "You should be happy, sir." Pleased with the way the boy had judged his own work Donny wiped the finger in Weldon's hair and tugged until he stood. The boy hoped he would be rewarded with another kiss. He wasn't, Donny uttered the threat that Weldon had feared was coming since the boys had been teammates on the wrestling team. For five minutes Weldon was able to keep Donny from knocking him to the ground. Only when Donny lowered his hands as if they were finished did he stop moving and Donny dropped him to the mat with a punch to his cheek. "You need to get the clippers from the tack room." Donny met Weldon by an outdoor outlet near the shower. Weldon hadn't cut his hair in half a year and was glad to feel it hitting his shoulders and was happy when Donny had learned to use it as a way to control the speed he used when giving a blow job. "Do you have to do this, sir? I like my hair. Girls and guys are always telling me they think blond hair should be worn this way. Think about it, you use my hair to control me." "I'll still be able to control you. Now shut up and let me concentrate on what I'm doing." Using no clipper guards Donny took a fast swipe around both ears. Weldon watched his long blond hair hit the deck. Nearly to tears he grimaced as Donny turned his head to the right and took another swipe off the left side and turning him to the other shoulder took a second swipe off the right. "Get rid of that hair, I will be back in a minute." Weldon picked the hair up like it was a baby he was holding in one hand while gathering the stray strands with the other. Seeing no more hair on the deck he held onto them wishing he could stick them back in his scalp. "Don't start crying, boy. You lost and have to pay the piper no matter the cost." Weldon didn't understand why Donny had a comb but he remained on his knees in front of his lover quietly while the older boy pulled a pair of scissors from a crack in the barn's boards. He continued working at the long hair for twenty minutes making snips and further swipes with the clippers until he told Weldon to shower and meet him in the bathroom behind the tack room. He could tell he still had some hair but until Donny grabbed him by the ponytail hanging from the back of his neck didn't know how much. For a minute Donny worked something into the remaining hair then allowed him to look in the old metal mirror hanging from the door. "A Mohawk with a tail? What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking you are my sex slave and I'll have you looking however I want. Don't question me again or I will take you far beyond our agreements." The anger flashing in his eyes was sharper than Weldon had ever seen on the boy's face. Without a word he picked up the shaving cream stashed on a dusty shelf and after wetting his scalp began to remove the stubble left behind by the clippers. Having to carefully study his head in the mirror he came to accept and then actually like the new haircut, it was a new look for a second chance at the new school. "Thank you, sir. I never liked the punks that went around in Mohawks; still having one is awesome. Can we get different color gel so I can really freak out those farm boys? If I'm going to have to fight I may as well give those boys a reason to feel totally humiliated when I kick their asses." "That wasn't my intent. I was identifying you as my property and I want you to know that every minute of every day. Plus, I want you to think about how easily I kicked your butt today and the size difference you will be facing if those bigots go after you or Ron and I'm not around. So think like an Indian guerilla fighter and give no edge to the fuckers if you are forced to fight. If you don't have to fight, please don't flaunt your looks too much to have them beat to a pulp.