Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 15:00:59 -0800
From: derek phillips <derekph@att.net>
Subject: Matt's Babysitter - CHAPTER 3
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Matt's Babysitter
CHAPTER 3
OUR STORY SO FAR -
My next-door neighbor Brad had asked me to look after his teenage son
Matt, while Brad and his wife went away for a month-long vacation. It
didn't seem like a big deal to me, the boy was old enough that I was
surprised they thought he still needed supervision, but Brad was pretty
old-fashioned about being a dad. Matt was a wet-dream fantasy, with
god-like muscles, a handsome face, and a huge cock. I had been friends
with Matt for several years, but as he had matured and turned porn-star
sexy, it got harder and harder for me to keep my hands off the young
stud. He knew I was gay, and he must have known he turned me on. I was
starting to feel like he was actually trying to torment me - we took a
shower together once, and he had his hands all over me, I had to stop
him from grabbing my hard cock. When we laid by their pool alone
together, he would strip naked and fuck the lounge chair he was sprawled
face down on, and ask me to put suntan lotion on his naked body. I
wasn't sure I could handle a month alone with the awesome teen muscle-
boy. Then a couple of weeks before the scheduled trip, Brad called me
over to witness a discipline session with the boy, so I would know what
to do. It turned into a real ball-churner, as Brad made the boy strip
naked in front of us, then paddled him soundly, then masturbated the
naked teen while I watched. I stumbled home afterwards and couldn't
lose my erection for two days. If this was the way Matt had been
trained to get his rocks off, wouldn't he misbehave just so he could
cum?
AND NOW -
The next Saturday morning proved me right. Brad called me at 9 am,
asking if I would assist in punishing his son again - Matt had stayed
out past his curfew the night before. "He's ready for us by now, I
think," he said ambiguously, "but he can wait a while longer if you're
busy now - it's just that I think you should be in on all the sessions
until we leave." Brad said all of this quite calmly, and I began to
realize I had taken on a much bigger responsibility than I had expected.
"No, that's all right, I can come over now," I said. I pictured Matt
standing there naked by the bench waiting for us - no need to torment
the boy further by making him wait, I thought. Little did I know.
When we entered the basement, Matt was ready for his punishment, all
right, but this time instead of partly clothed and on his knees and bent
over the bench, he was standing stark naked except for his socks, his
wrists tied together and fastened over his head to a hook in the
ceiling, which was high enough that he was on his tip toes, and looking
very uncomfortable. He had his back to us, so I couldn't see his cock
as we entered, but I assumed it was hard. I could see there was a gag
tied around his head, and he looked awesome all hard-muscled and naked
and tied stretched up on his toes. I wondered how long he'd been
waiting for us like that.
"Are you ready, son?" Brad asked gruffly as we entered, and Matt
mumbled "Yessir!" into his gag. I gasped as Brad explained that he
had tied the boy up this way two hours ago, so I could imagine the boy
was very ready for anything his dad wanted. He must be exhausted from
standing in that awkward position. Then Brad walked to the other side
of the boy to remove the gag, and as I followed I saw the really
ingenious part of the bondage - the man had tied a thin rope around the
base of the boy's huge erect cock and heavy-hanging balls, and then tied
that to another hook on the wall, so that Matt was partly suspended by
his huge male organ, and could move only the slightest bit without
causing himself great pain to his cock and balls. His cock was huge and
rock hard, and Brad reached out and started stroking it slowly as he
lectured the boy. My own cock was instantly rock hard as I observed the
amazing ritual between father and son. Matt looked incredibly sexy and
appealing tied up like that and his obvious arousal at the treatment
made it even more arousing to me -he loved this sort of torture,
obviously, and soon I was going to be expected to administer similar
treatment to the boy, alone. My cock throbbed and dripped urgently as I
pictured the two of us here alone, him naked and tied up, I spanking and
manipulating his hard-muscled naked body the way his father was doing
now.
"I think you realize your misbehavior this week is far more serious than
last, son," Brad said quietly as he played with the boy's cock and
squeezed his balls. With his other hand he started rubbing the boy's
naked chest and squeezing and flicking his nipples, which were also
unusually large and sensitive looking for a man. The nipples alone were
the size of my thumb nail, and I could see by the way the naked teen
muscle-boy reacted to his father's manipulation of the huge knobs of
sexy sensitive flesh that Matt was extremely aroused by the treatment.
His cock, which of course was already rock hard in spite of his
uncomfortable bondage and the rope tied around its base, jerked
rhythmically as the older man pinched and squeezed the engorged nipples,
and large drops of precum oozed from its tip - Matt gasped and panted.
"Yes sir! I'm sorry sir!" It was clear to me now that Matt's
misbehavior was simply a means to get this sort of sexual outlet, since
he was forbidden to masturbate or have sex. I thought of pointing
that out to Brad, but decided it was none of my business - better not to
interfere in his relationship - they both seemed comfortable with it. I
wasn't sure yet what the payoff for Brad was. It had to be more than
just his awesome teen muscle stud son's obedience. Later I finally got
up the nerve to ask, and heard about Brad's training in his college
fraternity, and the lessons he had learned from it about how to raise
his son, and the sessions he still had periodically with his former
pledge master and roommate.
Brad stepped back from the bound teen muscle boy and turned to me -
"I think you should take over now Derek, I can give you directions, and
that way you will learn what Matt needs to keep him in line."
That was unexpected, and I wasn't sure I was ready. "I think I'd rather
watch you do it again," I stammered nervously. "Especially since the
setup is so different." I was ready to walk over to the couch and sit,
but Brad insisted.
"Well, you may be partly right, but show me you can do what I'm doing
now without making the boy reach an orgasm. That part is very
important, that you learn to keep him fully aroused, but never push him
over the edge until he's earned it. Here, take my place for a while and
I'll guide you." He reached out and clasped my wrist and guided my hand
to Matt's huge hard cock. I looked at Matt and saw him close his eyes
tight and make a grimace almost of pain - he must be very embarrassed.
I closed my hand around Matt's giant fuck-tool, feeling dizzy. Brad
guided my other hand to the boy's balls, directing me to tug and squeeze
them gently. I felt like I was about to faint. Brad released my wrist.
I stroked Matt a few times, listening to him gasp and moan, then let go
and stumbled away. "You go ahead, I'll watch from over here."
I hurried to the couch and sat on it, my cock already as hard as it
could get. Matt looked so fucking sexy and desirable tied up like that
and from the couch I had perfect view of his stretched and pumped body,
his huge erect cock sticking out hard and ready.
"Well, OK, maybe you're right," Brad said, looking at me thoughtfully.
"But watch carefully, you may want to take notes." He gestured towards
a pad and pen lying there, and I picked it up, figuring at least I could
use it to hide my crotch, which was already throbbing with a desperate
need to pop my nuts. The prior week had been amazing, this was
unbelievable.
Brad stepped back and stripped his shirt off. I had noticed for the
first time the week before that Brad was one hell of a man, but I had
managed to keep my thoughts about him from getting out of hand. He was
straight, happily married, and fortunately not an exhibitionist. Now I
was suddenly very aware that the man had an incredible body. It made
sense that he would, having sired a son like Matt.
Brad proceeded to remove his shirt, then his tee-shirt as well, and then
his pants, so that he was left wearing nothing but his boxer shorts,
and I saw his body practically naked for the first time. The sight was
a real cock-throbber. I figured Brad was about 40 at that point, and it
was obvious he had not let the responsibilities of his job and family
keep him from staying in the peak of physical condition. He was about
6'2", and must have weighed 220 or 230 pounds, with not a visible ounce
of fat or flab on his awesome frame. He stood and stretched and flexed a
little, looking over at me and grinning, obviously putting on a little
show for me, assuming I might enjoy his display. I did. I watched
transfixed, not wanting to look, but unable to look away.
Brad's muscles had muscles. And unlike his son, who must have taken
after his mother's side of the family, and was blonde and smooth-skinned
and almost hairless, Brad was dark skinned, and covered with dark,
matted hair all over his body that made his already dominant masculine
attitude totally overpowering. I'm not into hairy guys, but a man like
Brad would have looked incomplete without all that fur, and I wanted to
crawl across the floor and lick his hairy legs from his toes to his
crotch and then rip his shorts off and bury my face in his groin and
then lick up his furry abs to his chest and chew on those awesome pecs
and then.....I had to stop.
I was getting far too turned on by my macho hetero neighbor, and tore my
eyes away from his body.
Once he was more comfortable, Brad walked to a chest on one side and
opened it. Inside I could see an assortment of implements of punishment
- paddles and belts and switches and other things I wasn't sure about.
He was obviously well equipped to discipline his son. "His behavior
last night deserves something rather serious, I think. Yes, I'm going
to start with this," he pulled out a long thin switch or rod, and took
a few experimental swings with it, so that it whistled through the air,
hitting nothing, but sounding deadly.
Matt looked over and saw what his father had selected, then howled. "On
no, dad! Not that, please, I won't do it again." He sounded really
frightened and repentant, and I certainly would have relented at that
point, but Brad wasn't swayed.
"You must ignore anything the boy says at moments like this," he told me
-"he's an expert at whining and begging when it's too late to undo the
wrong. Take your punishment like a man, son. Would you like me to gag
you?"
"Yes, sir, please," Matt replied meekly. Brad pulled a leather strap
out of the chest, and a rag. He stuffed the wadded up rag into the
boy's mouth, then fixed it firmly in place with the strap.
"Gagging him is the best way to stop the whining and begging," Brad told
me. "Don't hesitate to do it if you have the slightest difficulty with
his idiotic excuses and apologies."
Then Brad started in with the actual punishment- he gave Matt twenty
hard strokes of the rod full across his ass and thighs, and the bright
red welts that leapt up immediately made it clear the strokes had hurt
and would continue to do so for many hours. Matt yelped and yelled and
shrieked loudly into his gag, which reduced the sound somewhat. Tears
started to flow from his eyes and down his cheeks. His cock stayed
hard, and I wondered how he could stay on his toes stretched out like
that with his cock pulled agonizingly in front by the rope, while his
father was whipping his ass with the cane. Just the force of the switch
hitting his ass must have driven his body forward and then he would fall
back, and the rope would feel like it was cutting his cock and balls off
- it must be excruciating. But he stayed hard.
After the twentieth stroke Brad went back to the cupboard and took out a
jar of ointment which he proceeded to apply carefully to Matt's welts.
"This will prevent him from blistering or scarring," He explained. I
thought that was the end of the punishment, especially when Brad started
stroking his son's rock hard enormous erection and the boy panted and
moaned with lust and need. But as soon as Matt was on the verge of his
orgasm, Brad stopped the boy from ejaculating by squeezing his balls
painfully hard, then took out a wide leather paddle and proceeded to
give his son twenty more hard strokes with that! I realized it must
hurt far more to have the paddle hit where the cane had, and Matt jerked
and yelped and tears continued to roll down his cheeks.
Then we left the boy for another hour - Brad and I talked with Jennifer,
chatting calmly about the weather and our gardens in the kitchen, while
Matt hung by his wrists and panted and oozed hot teen cum in the
basement.
When we returned to the basement, Brad gave the boy another ten strokes
of the cane, and ten more strokes of the paddle, before finally he
applied more of the salve, and released the boy. Matt's cock was still
rock hard, as it had been throughout the punishment session, and Brad
said calmly "I don't think you have earned the right to an orgasm this
week. Stand there for a minute."
"Oh, no dad, please, you can't," the boy begged desperately, sounding
totally pathetic, but he stopped when his father gave him a stern look.
Brad went to the cupboard and took out a device of leather and metal
that he fastened to the boy's cock and balls. Matt yelped and whined as
he slowly lost his erection and his flaccid cock and balls were encased
in leather and steel. Brad showed me the contraption's ingenious design,
complete with tack-like barbs that would sink into the flesh of the
boy's cock and balls if he got an erection. When his teen son's cock
had been properly fitted with the device, Brad grabbed the boy by the
balls and squeezed hard and was rewarded with a shriek of pain -there
was clearly no way that stud would get an erection as long as he wore
the thing. And even though there was nothing to prevent the boy from
removing it, I knew somehow he would not - his dad's control of him was
absolute!
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Brad and Jen left for their month-long vacation a week later. Right
after Matt and I saw them off, I decided it was time to set the rules. I
didn't want to play policeman, and I was hoping I could avoid having to
spank the boy, though I couldn't imagine the young stud's going without
any sexual release for the entire month his parents were away, and the
thought of having to administer one of the sexual massages his father
had shown me caused me even more anxiety. Matt and I were standing in
their driveway - we had just watched his folks climb into the van that
would take them to the airport, and waved as they drove away. Matt was
wearing just an old pair of cutoffs, and his golden skin was glistening
slightly - it was a warm day, and I could tell he'd worked out earlier,
he looked like a marble sculpture, his veins throbbing just under the
surface of his skin, his perfect physique hard and beautiful and sexy.
"Look, Matt," I told him very earnestly and seriously, "I agreed to look
out for you because your dad asked me to, but you're really old enough
to look out for yourself, and we both know it. My own dad never spanked
me, and I don't really believe in that sort of thing. Okay?" It came
out sounding much weaker than I'd intended, but with him standing there
all blue-eyed and smiling and muscle-hunk gorgeous I started getting
tongue-tied as soon as I opened my mouth.
Matt threw one arm across my shoulder and drew me after him as he
started for his house. "That's cool, Derek," he said, grinning. "Come
on, let's get something to eat. Race you to the house," and he shoved
me to my knees as he took off. I was just annoyed enough by the
betrayal that I jumped up and ran after him, instead of strolling along
casually as I should have. In their living room he let me catch him,
and we wrestled on the floor like a couple of twelve-year olds. He
crotch-grabbed me, and my cock throbbed with arousal as he squeezed my
nuts. I grabbed him back, and he shrieked with pain and let me go as I
squeezed him. Too late I remembered the device his father had put on
him the week before.
"Ooh! Sorry, Matt. I forgot."
Matt writhed and moaned on the floor for a while, then slowly made
himself get to his feet and smile uncomfortably.
"It's OK," he said bashfully. "My fault - I forgot too."
That was on Sunday, and I was too busy with work for the rest of the
week to pay much attention to Matt. He was a big boy, he could take
care of himself. It was still August, so he had nothing to do for
another month until school started. He and I had dinner together every
evening, and he'd tell me about his day, bragging how many extra reps
he'd done with his weights that day, or how many extra laps he'd swum.
And he dressed with surprising modesty, always wearing at least a tee-
shirt and shorts. I was relieved.
Saturday morning I had planned to do chores around my own house, but
Matt called at nine. His voice on the phone was very serious. "You've
got to spank me, Derek," he said meekly. "I know you don't want to, but
I need it to keep me in line. You promised Dad you would do it if I
needed it, and I do."
"Shit!" I said, afraid he'd done something horrible, gotten drunk and
wrecked his car the night before or something. I'd have to call his
parents home, there was no way I'd be able to deal with something like
that. "What did you do?" I asked, trying to sound calm.
"I can't tell you on the phone," he said, and my heart sank, sure my
worst fears were true.
"Damn! Okay, I'll be right over."
When I walked into his kitchen, Matt was standing there holding the rope
and paddle his father had used on him the first time I'd watched Brad
spank the boy. "Put those down and tell me what you did!" I demanded. I
was really upset.
"I.. I. I played with myself," Matt stammered, his head lowered in
shame.
"You what!" I yelped in amazement. I was both relieved and angry. Was
he just telling me he'd jerked off?
"I played with myself," he repeated. "I didn't cum, but I almost did,
and I felt so ashamed, You have to help me Derek. I can't control
myself unless you spank me like Dad would. Please?"
"Oh, Matt," I started, ready to tell him his dad's idea was crazy, but
then remembering I had accepted the assignment without protest, telling
myself then that I had no right to interfere between the boy and his
father. I had agreed to do what Brad asked, and it was clear now that
Matt expected it too, was counting on me. I had promised. I had to go
through with it. I sighed in resignation.
"All right," I said. "Give me those. Come on." And I led the way to
the basement.
In the basement, Matt had everything ready. The bench was in the middle
of the floor, an assortment of paddles and switches and belts lay ready
for my selection. And he positioned himself beside the bench, standing
docilely, head down. He was still wearing his tee shirt and shorts.
"Uh, you can take those off, Matt." I wasn't about to torment myself
stripping him, or arranging his clothes for his spanking. This was
already going to be hard enough.
"Uh, you're supposed to," he said, not looking at me.
"Why? You do it!" I barked angrily. I had been fantasizing about
this all week, hoping it wouldn't happen, but enjoying my vivid imagined
versions.
Matt flushed red with embarrassment. "Uh, you have to remove the, uh,
the thing."
Suddenly I remembered. "OH my god! You don't mean..?"
The boy nodded his head.
"You've still got it on?"
He nodded.
"But can't you...?"
Matt shook his head.
"Shit! OK. Don't move."
Matt held his arms submissively over his head as I stripped off his tee
shirt. I was angry enough that I was able to ignore his awesome teen
body so close to me, and to keep myself from fondling those incredible
muscles the way I wanted to, the way I had fantasized.
I knelt in front of the half-naked boy and reached for his shorts. I
glanced up at his face and he was staring at the wall, obviously well
trained not to appear insolent. I pulled his gym shorts down slowly. He
was wearing a jock strap, but I could see the device. I pulled his jock
strap down, gritting my teeth to keep from licking and sucking it,
thinking it must be soaked with his precum from all the cock ooze - he
must be dripping steadily by now, unable to cum for three weeks! His
leather and steel encased sex organs came into view. I pulled his shorts
all the way down to his feet, and had him step out of them. I looked at
his imprisoned sex. It occurred to me his cock was totally encased.
"How do you piss?" I asked quietly.
"I'm allowed to take it off once a day, to relieve myself and wash, sir"
he said. His voice had a meek, subservient tone that turned me on. I
reached up and touched the leather cock-sleeve, and heard Matt gasp. I
looked at his face, which was an incredible mixture of pain and ecstasy.
If he really hadn't cum for that long, just taking the thing off was
likely to release a huge eruption of cum - he must be on a hair trigger
by now.
"OK, then you take it off now," I said sternly. He hesitated.
"TAKE IT OFF!" I roared. I didn't care what the rules said, I wasn't
going to touch that thing and get sprayed with a gallon of hot teen
jism.
Matt reached down obediently, and slowly, carefully unfastened the
contraption, freeing his imprisoned cock and balls. I was still
kneeling in front of the boy, and could see the marks of the metal tacks
where they had actually punctured his swollen tool. The inside of the
leather case was coated with dried sex, his cock must have been semi-
hard the entire time, oozing and dripping. I looked at the boy's face
and saw it relax into an ecstatic smile. I started to reach for the
device, thinking later I could lick it clean, but Matt took the
contraption to the sink at the side of the room, and dropped it there,
then returned.
"I'll clean it later, sir."
Naked now, Matt knelt and bent over the bench, looking so fucking sexy
and desirable I wanted to strip my clothes off and fuck him senseless,
but I steeled myself. He turned his head and looked up at me
appealingly.
"I think I need at least twenty, Derek. Promise me you won't stop until
I say so. Okay?"
I couldn't believe the young muscle stud was actually begging me to
spank him, and to keep it up until he said stop, but I couldn't see I
had any choice but to agree. His father had told me Matt should be the
judge of how many strokes, and with what.
"Okay," I agreed, my voice breaking. My cock was rock hard in my jeans,
and I'd noticed Matt's was too, and had been ever since he removed the
cock cage.
"And tie me up, tie me tight!" he begged appealingly.
God how he wanted me to use him, and I was having to hold myself back to
keep from raping the awesome teen muscle boy. I picked up the rope he
had taken out and tied his arms carefully behind him, then looped the
rope around his neck the way his father had shown me, taking extra care
to be sure he didn't strangle.
"Tighter," he told me, and reluctantly I tightened it so that his arms
were pulled painfully hard behind him and up his back and his neck was
almost strangled with the rope around it. "Thanks," he breathed, his
eyes closed. I was suddenly afraid of what I had taken on. I couldn't
help touching his naked body as I tied him, I had to kneel and my crotch
pressed against his leg at one point, my hard cock pressing against his
naked hard-muscled leg. I nearly came, the whole scene was so overtly
sexual and arousing. And he was asking for more.
"Don't hold back," he said. "I think you'd better gag me, so I don't
make too much noise."
I did as the boy requested, figuring that would make it easier for me
too, if I didn't have to hear his shouts of pain so loudly. I got one
of the leather straps from the cupboard, and a rag.
I decided the only way to get the spanking over was to give it to him as
hard as I could - the sooner he told me to stop, the better. So I gave
it everything I had. I made each stroke of the paddle as hard and
square on his naked firm hard-muscled ass as I could, and took my time
between strokes. And Matt yelped loudly with each stroke, obviously in
pain. I started getting into it. I wanted his yelps to equal what his
dad had produced. I wanted him to cry as soon and as hard. And I
wanted him to lose that fucking erection. After the tenth stroke I
reached between his legs and grabbed the boy by the balls and squeezed
as hard as I dared and he yelled in real pain into his gag.
"Had enough?" I demanded. He shook his head, though he was already
crying.
"More, I need more," he panted into the gag.
I was furious. How dare the little shit do this to me? I'd show him. I
gave him ten more, even harder, putting everything I had into it, and
his bare ass cheeks turned bright red, with dark purple welts. He must
be in agony. I reached down and grabbed his balls again, determined he
must tell me to stop. I ripped his gag off and squeezed his balls hard.
"A-r-r-r-gghhh!" he yelled. "More, Derek, I need more, spank me more -
PLEASE!"
I couldn't believe my ears - his endurance was amazing. "Damn it!" I
shouted, "You want more, I'll give you more!" And I laid into his ass
with that paddle, not counting any more. His yelps got louder and more
pitiful, and his tears flowed continuously. I must have given him at
least thirty more strokes before I finally stopped myself. I was
panting, exhausted, spent. I threw that damned paddle across the room.
"That's it," I cried, suddenly ashamed of myself. Matt was sobbing
uncontrollably. I removed the gag and hugged his shoulders. "I'm sorry
Matt, I'm sorry. I lost control."
"No," he sobbed, "I needed it. I'm the one who should be sorry. I was
bad. Will you help me out, Derek? Will you let me cum? I don't deserve
it, especially after what I was doing, but I've got to cum or I'll go
crazy. It's been three weeks!" He was wailing in agony, not from the
spanking, but from his desperate pent-up need to get his rocks off.
"Please do it to me Derek."
I'd been afraid the boy would say something like that, hoping he would
not, but knowing I had to do as he asked now. I had come too far to
leave him unsatisfied. "Okay, just stay there." I went to the cupboard
and got a pair of the gloves, and the tube of lubricant. He remained
bent over the bench, his bare ass raised in the air, his hands still
tied behind him. I could see his huge hard cock sticking out beneath
him, and a huge pool of precum on the floor - it almost looked like he'd
shot his load just from my spanking him. God, the boy loved being
punished!
I tried to adopt a detached attitude as I knelt behind him and put on
the gloves. Doctors must have to do that, to examine their patients. I
would pretend I was a doctor, and he was sick or something. I squeezed
a huge glob of the lube onto one glove and started working it into
Matt's tight hot asshole, as he grunted and sighed. I wasn't going to
make him wait for it the way his father did, though, I wanted him to cum
as soon as possible, so this would be over. I got my middle finger
worked into his asshole easily, and he panted "Use two fingers Derek, or
three - that's what dad does, get as many in there as you can." I
couldn't believe he was asking me to finger fuck him with three fingers.
What the hell. I worked two more in there and he sighed and grunted
with pleasure. "Yeah, that's it, now find that thing in there and
massage it good. I feel like I can cum real quick if you let me. But
don't let me if you think you shouldn't - make me wait for it. But not
too long, please."
I was getting tired of the hot little stud's chatter. I picked up the
boy's white cotton briefs from the floor and stuffed them into his
mouth. "Shut up, Matt," I told the naked teen muscle-boy, as I reached
under him with my other hand and started stroking his huge hard cock. I
could barely get my hand around it and my own cock swelled and throbbed
as I felt that enormous piece of meat in my hand. It was so awesome and
beautiful I just wanted to lay down on the floor and tell him to shove
it down my throat and fuck my face, so I could suck the awesome little
stud-puppy to a mind-blasting orgasm, but I pushed that thought away.
Duty called.
I dug my fingers around inside Matt's asshole until I found the hard nut
of his prostate and started prodding and rubbing hard at that the way
his father had shown me, simultaneously stroking his huge fuck stick
with my other hand - his father would have said not to touch his cock,
or else to squeeze the head of it to keep him from cumming, but I
couldn't do that, I wanted the boy to shoot his load so hard he would
pass out from the ecstasy of it. I finger-fucked and masturbated him as
skillfully as I knew how, imagining his hot little body was my own and I
could feel everything I was doing to him.
When Matt started moaning and gasping with pleasure and his cock started
swelling and jerking in my hand, I knew he was almost there. I fingered
him harder and stroked him faster. Then he started cumming and his
shouts and moans filled the room. His cock shot huge wads of cum that
splashed onto the floor to join his copious precum and his ass seemed to
clutch my fingers as I dug at his prostate, and milked his huge cock.
This orgasm lasted even longer than the one I had observed with his dad,
and I could see it was real, as his cock kept spurting and jerking with
huge spasms of pleasure and eruption.
Eventually Matt collapsed on top of the bench, exhausted and spent, and
I pulled my fingers out of the hot teen muscle boy's tight hot ass. I
was still holding his cock, which remained hard. It felt so good in my
hand that I kept stroking it slowly for a while. But finally I released
it, regretfully, and got shakily to my feet. Matt remained there, face
down over the bench, nude, his beautiful hard round ass raised
invitingly in the air. My own cock was so hard it felt like it would
burst, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to drop my pants
and pull it out and shove it up the boy's ass and fuck him senseless. I
certainly couldn't sit on the couch and beat off while he was there, and
was about to untie him, then leave. I pictured a dildo in the drawer
next to my bed, and thought about how good it would feel to shove that
up my ass and fuck myself with it while I stroked myself until I came.
"Want me to do you now?" Matt panted, pushing himself to his knees and
turning to face me, his huge hard dick sticking out, still rock hard.
His arms were still tied behind his back, and he looked incredibly sexy
bound and naked, kneeling at my feet.
"What?" I asked incredulously. The sexy nude teen leaned forward and
put his face in my crotch, groping my erection through my pants. Was he
offering to blow me?
"I've never done it to anyone else, but if you like I could try giving
you a prostate massage," he said. "Or a blow job - I've never given one
of those either, but I want to do something for you, that felt so good
having you spank me and then make me cum. Please let me do something
for you. I can see you're turned on."
Matt was kneeling at my feet, naked, bound, his cock still hard and
dripping, offering to suck my cock.
I couldn't stop myself, I opened my pants and pushed my levis and shorts
down to my knees, freeing my cock which was so hard it snapped up
against my belly, with a stream of precum oozing from the tip and
dripping down the shaft to my huge heavy balls.
"God, yours is really big!" Matt said in awe. "I've never seen it hard
up close before. I almost felt it that time in the shower," he looked
away shyly and my cock throbbed even harder at the memory. "I think my
dad is right, it's even bigger than mine."
I pulled my tee shirt up, to bare my torso, desperate now to cum, and
started playing with my nipples which were erect and sensitive.
"Shut up and suck me Matt - Go ahead, buddy, it's yours if you want it,"
I was desperate for release, afraid he wouldn't go through with it,
ready to grab his head and rape his mouth with my hard cock.
Matt looked up at me and smiled, then leaned forward, still kneeling on
the floor at my feet, naked and hard-muscled and hard-dicked, and
started licking the fuck-ooze from my hard cock.
"Mmm, you taste good," he said as he licked slowly from my balls up the
long hard shaft to the head of my cock.
I was still stunned and speechless he had even offered, and the way he
was licking it like he loved doing it was blowing my mind. My cock was
throbbing and swelling even harder and I felt an orgasm building quickly
- I was too turned on, too far gone, I couldn't stop what was happening,
though a voice in my head was telling me I should. I reached down and
pushed my cock outward towards Matt's gorgeous mouth. Then Matt was
licking the head of my cock and then opening his mouth and taking the
huge knob into his mouth and starting to suck on it.
That was all I could take, I grabbed the nude teen stud's head in my
hand and shoved my cock as far as it would go into his mouth, choking
him with it. I got maybe half of it buried down the awesome Adonis's
throat when I started to cum.
"Ungghh! Gonna cum! Can't stop! Take it Matt, Take it you hot little
cock-sucker, eat my big hard dick!" and I started shooting huge wads of
hot jism down the boy's throat. "Arrrgh! Yeah! Fuck! Take it, Matt,
take it all!"
I was shoving my cock into the boy's throat as hard and fast as I could
and he must have been strangling on it but he didn't stop sucking and
trying to get even more if it inside his mouth and throat. I looked
down and saw he was gazing up at me adoringly as he sucked my giant fuck
pole, and the noises he made between the gagging choking sounds were
moans of pleasure.
I must have shot the biggest load of cum I've ever unloaded as teen
muscle-boy Matt sucked on my cock. It felt like it lasted forever and I
unloaded at least a gallon of cum down the teen muscle-boy's throat,
draining my nuts to the point I'm sure they shriveled up to size of
peas. He took it all.
When he had drained my cock of more cum than I've ever pumped out at
once, the nude teen body-builder released my cock from his mouth with
seeming reluctance and gazed up at me adoringly.
"Did I do it right?" he asked timidly.
I couldn't imagine what he thought all my groans and grunts of pleasure
had been about, if not that he had given me the best blow job of my life
- OK, the unexpectedness of it, and that it was this sexy beefcake stud
giving it to me had intensified the experience, but still he'd taken my
cock like a champion. I was having one hell of a time believing it was
his first.
"That was awesome," I gasped, still trying to catch my breath and get my
vision back - I was dizzy from the sensations still coursing through my
body, "but you didn't have to."
"I wanted to do it," he said. "I know you hate having to play
babysitter, like this, so I figured the least I could do was to pay you
myself somehow. My dad will just take you to dinner or something."
I was tempted to tell him that much as I pretended to resent the role
his father had put me in, I was enjoying it, even without the blowjob.
Just being so close to his naked muscle boy body and then getting to
spank him and watch him in such painful pleasure, and getting to
masturbate him until he shot such a huge load of cum - I'd wanted to
take his cock in my mouth and suck him dry too, but knew that would be
giving myself away. If he knew I was getting off on this he would no
longer be grateful - he might even resent it. Best to keep up the
pretense. I reached down and mussed up his hair affectionately with my
hand.
"Thanks," I said, "you did great. Here, let my help you up and untie
you."
I reached down and grabbed the young stud under the arms and lifted and
he stood shakily - he must still be in pain for the hard paddling I'd
just given him. I decided not to untie him yet - he looked so sexy like
that, naked, his pants at his ankles, his arms bound tightly behind his
back, his ass bright red from the paddling I had just administered, his
cock still hard and still dripping from his recent incredible orgasm.
"Wait, turn around and I'll rub some salve on your ass," I told him,
heading for the cabinet where his father kept all the implements of
punishment. He obeyed meekly and I fetched the salve, then started
rubbing it on his firm bare ass cheeks.
Matt murmured appreciatively "Oh, yeah - mmm - yeah, and get it inside
my asshole, I'm sore there too."
I realized I might have been too rough when I had worked three fingers
all the way up his ass. Matt made encouraging appreciative sounds as I
rubbed the salve in and I had to disconnect my libido to prevent myself
from lubing up my cock and shoving it up his ass and fucking him.
Fortunately I'd just cum, so I was able to stay fairly detached.
I finished applying the salve and untied the naked muscle-stud without
saying anything more, then rushed home where I spent an hour doing
unspeakable things to myself in the hot tub, agonizingly aware that
there were still two more weeks of this nightmare to be endured. Was I
strong enough?
TO BE CONTINUED....