Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 22:36:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Dagor Dragontooth <niftyshellshock@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taming of the Young

You know the disclaimers, this story is no exception.

Feel free to email me at niftyshellshock@yahoo.com, I love to hear from
what few people enjoy this.


	It had been a week since our first taming. If you're new to my
story, which you probably are, I'll sum it up for you. A week ago, I was at
the house of a friend, Markos, and he gave me a detailed explanation how he
had begun a sexual relationship with his stepfather, Aleksandros. and how
it was a fun thing . And then along, they proceeded to explain further, if
you catch my drift. If you don't, I'll have you know that my throat and
bowels were pumped full of man seed. I was unwilling, but I came to accept
this new activity as a fun hobby. If the sex was good, it didn't matter who
it was with.

	And if it didn't matter who it was with, I had no qualms about
returning to my friend's house the following weekend.

	Come Saturday morning, I woke up to a beautiful sight. Both greeks
were mouth-watering. The young Markos was almost feminine, a thin,
hairless, and very graceful body. From the back, he could almost pass for a
flower-maiden. His stepfather was not quite the opposite, not quite the
same. One word could have described him, and the word was `godly'. His body
was honed tall and muscular by years of Olympic training and competition.
And if it needs mentioning, both their `tools' were perfect for them. At
the moment I was looking at the bulge made in the thin sheet that covered
us three. There was a rising bulge that made quite a tent. I looked back up
to Alex's face and saw his eyes open slowly. "Mornin'" he said. I trailed
my hand up and down his muscular chest. "Morning, master."  That was
another term we used for Alex. My throat was dry, though. "I'm a bit
thirsty, sir." He smiled and then pulled down the sheet. "There, drink."

	If there ever was a cock to make a straight man want to experiment,
it was Alex's. I grabbed his erect tool, and then took him in my mouth. As
always, I had to fight back the gag reflex, as his cock was on the verge of
threatening to go down my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, my tongue
savoring the shaft that had impaled me earlier. Finally, he released
himself in me. I licked the tip of his shaft and then looked up at him. "Go
get some water then, put something on, though." I nodded, and stepped into
the bathroom and threw on a robe. As I exited the room, I looked behind me
to see Alex turn to Markos and begin stroking him.

	I went downstairs, stopped for a second to look out the door of the
living room that led outside. Mark had introduced me to the taming there. I
smiled and then went to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of milk, and
as I closed the door to the fridge, I saw I wasn't alone. "Hey, Jim." It
was another beautiful sight. Wearing a bathrobe that left little to the
imagination, was Tiffany, Mark's sister. She was around sixteen, a bit
chubby, but with a cherubic face that was accentuated by her flowing golden
hair. "Mornin', Tiff." I said, going over to her and greeting her with a
kiss. "Were you going to shower?" she asked me, eyeing my bathrobe, and
probably my growing erection, curiously. She was a close friend's sister,
and I couldn't bring myself to make a move or to tell her that I had
belonged to her father all night long.  I didn't have to.

	"You were tamed?" She asked coyly. "How did you know?" I asked,
suspiciously. "Well, for starters, you're kinda red, so you probably had
something long and hard in your mouth recently. Two, it was kinda hard to
miss y'alls moans of pleasure." "I hope you don't think less of me because
of that." She laughed. "Of course not, most guys that come into this house,
which are not many, are tamed. And after all, if you don't mind getting it,
I'm sure you don't mind giving it." She stood up and walked over to me, and
took me by the hand. She led me to a room downstairs, another bedroom. Her
mother, lanky but very attractive was sleeping in one side, wearing much
the same as her daughter. Tiffany laid back on the bed, and opened her
legs, inviting me to go over. I knelt at her feet and kissed her toes, she
giggled, then my hand spied something black and long next to her thigh. I
picked it up, and it was a strap-on dildo. I looked curiously at her, and
then at her mother's open sleeping robe, and saw that both mother and
daughter were very wet.

	"My mother and I share a very special bond." She said softly.
"This, I see." And then turned my attention back to her pussy. I bent down
and licked her wet opening gently, as she began to coo and moan in
pleasure. "Oh, James." She said as I stuck a finger to aid my tongue, each
drawing circles inside her vagina. The smell was shockingly beautiful, and
I was at home here. Eventually, she grunted and commanded me to stop
teasing her and to take her. Again, I obeyed. I opened her robe completely
and thrust myself into her. My hands went for her breasts, followed by my
tongue. I gently bit her nipple, which caused her to squeal. The feeling
was incredible, just the night before her brother had been bucking on my
own dick, and now I was giving the favor to his sister.

	"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" I turned, and it was her mother, who
was stepping out of her nightgown, as well. "Does this family enjoy fucking
or what?" I had to ask. Stacy, Tiffany's mom laughed, just as Tiffany drew
another moan. "We like young men, all of us." Then I saw her applying some
lubricant to the black strap-on, and then she stepped into it. For a moment
there I had the naivette to think she was going to get creative with her
daughter, but there was no such thing. She grabbed me by the hips and
thrust her self into me, my hole once again being invaded. I grunted as I
kept on sliding in and out of her daughter. "You really enjoy this, don't
you, James?" "Yes, ma'am, I love to have my dick in your daughter's pussy."
She thrusts herself harder into me, just as my orgasm was beginning to
build up.

	"How about this?" The feeling was overwhelming, I could barely
talk. "Yes ma'am, I love getting fucked, I love having it up my ass!" I
said, and then Tifany screamed and released her juices on me just as I
spilled my seed in her. "That's a good boy." She pulled out of me with an
odd *plop*.

	 She stood up, and stepped out of her strap-on, and held it up.
Tiffany saw it, and crept out from under me and put it on herself. "Turn
over on your back." Stacy said, and I obeyed. "Now, put your legs in the
air." I complied, and then Tiffany grabbed my ankles. I saw where this was
going, and took a deep breath as Tiffany plunged into me. "Mmmmmh" I
moaned, as each thrust got me even hornier. I couldn't resist myself and
began to masturbate. "Oh, don't worry about that, honey."  I looked at
Stacy, she was in her mid thirties, skinny, but conveyed a raw sexual power
much like her husband did. She stepped over me and placed her pussy over my
face. The bittersweet musk permeated through my entire body, and I began to
instincitively eat her out. She returned the favor soon enough and began
sucking on my shaft, with one hand playing with my balls and the other
guiding the dildo in and out again. I shuddered with each thrust, and I had
the sense of mind to notice that her son sucked like her, as if a cock was
like a candy cane, and there was a need to squish all the juices out. Soon
enough, the pleasure became too much to bear, and with my fingers working
their magic in her anus and vagina along with my tongue, Stacy came, just
as I put my seed in her throat. "I think we're going to have a fun time
with you around, Jimmy." I had to laugh.