Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2014 15:50:31 +0000
From: Gabe Wallis <gabewallis@live.com>
Subject: Chance Encounter series chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story which contains descriptions of sexual
acts between men and boys, including some light BDSM themes. If this
offends you, stop reading. If this is illegal to read where you live, stop
reading. If you're under 18, stop reading. If you can't differentiate
between fantasy and reality, stop reading and seek therapy.

This is FICTION. Doing this kind of thing in real life would seriously harm
a child. Don't do it.

Sorry for taking so long to update! I've been ridiculously busy with work
and haven't found the time. Hopefully I'll be able to update regularly from
now on!

* * *

I stuck a pizza in the oven and gave Riley a coke. "So, how was that?" I
asked, sitting back next to him on the couch with a beer.

He rested his head on my shoulder, still naked. "Good, I guess."

I looked down at his crotch. His dick was still semi-erect and about 2
inches long. I put my hand on his thigh as he took a sip of coke, and his
little dick twitched. It fully hard now, at almost 2 and a half inches.

"Can we do it again?" he asked.

I laughed. "Once we've eaten, okay?"

He drank the rest of his coke in one gulp and set the can down on the floor
near his clothes. "But the pizza's not ready yet!"

I turned to look at him. He was so beautiful with his dirty blonde hair and
cute button nose. His brown eyes were wide, pleading. "Just a little! Just
while we wait for the pizza... please?"

I shook my head. "No."

His hand fell to his penis. "Please! Look, my weiner's real hard!"

I pushed his hand away from his dick. "It'll be better if you wait longer."

"I can't wait!" he exclaimed, reaching down and fondling his cock again.

I took both of his hands and held them together so he couldn't touch
himself. "Well then, maybe I'll have to tie you up."

His dick twitched and a slight grin passed over his face. "Really?!"

I picked up his belt from off of the floor. "Yup. Stand up and put your
hands behind your back, okay?"

He did as he was told. I wrapped the belt around his forearms several times
before fastening it.

"Can you move them?" I asked.

Riley twisted his hands around, trying to get them free. "A little."

I sat back down on the couch and pulled him towards me so he was sitting
sideways on my lap. With one hand I stroked his back, and with the other I
played with each nipple in turn. He rested his head against my chest and
started to sigh softly.

"Play with my weiner!" he said after a few minutes.

I stroked it once and he gasped, wriggling around in my lap. Then, I moved
my hand back to his nipples.

"Awh, do it some more!" he pouted, sounding disappointed.

"Or what?" I asked, giving his nipple a playful twist.

"I'll, uh..." he screwed up his face trying to think of a threat. He looked
so adorable that I had to kiss him. My lips brushed his cheek. He gave a
playful little moan as they did and turned his face towards me. I took that
as my cue to continue, so I started to kiss his mouth. He kept it closed at
first, but eventually opened it and started to kiss back.

After about thirty seconds of this, he pulled away, gasping for breath.

"You have to remember to breathe, okay?" I said, chuckling.

He nodded and, looking determined, leaned in towards me for another kiss.

"Kiss my neck," I whispered into his ear. He shifted his weight around,
trying to reach my neck. His butt rubbed against my dick and I moaned a
little, but with his hands tied he couldn't reach me.

He looked up at me. "Uhh... could you move me round?" he asked. His little
dick was rock hard and twitching, but with all the kissing he seemed to
have forgotten about it.

"Sure thing," I said, lifting him up and helping him to straddle me. He
leant in towards me and started to kiss my neck and I let out an
involuntary gasp. His lips were incredibly soft; so much softer than any of
the men I'd been with.

I put a hand on the small of his back to support him and let the other roam
along his thigh. His legs were fairly muscular for an eleven-year-old, but
still supple and soft.  His reached up to kiss my lips and I pulled him in
so he could kiss me better. Considering this was his first time, he was
really good at this.

Before either of us had noticed how much time had passed, the timer on my
stove started to beep. I pulled my lips away from him and he sighed,
sounding disappointed. "Can't we keep going?"

"Not unless we want the building to burn down," I said, laughing. "C'mon,
let's eat."

I cut the pizza into slices and untied him so he could eat some. "If I
catch you playing with that dick of yours, I'm going to hit you with your
belt and then tie you up again, understand?" I gave him a little wink to
let him know I was joking.

"Yes sir," he said, his face glowing with excitement. I felt my dick
throb. I loved it when men called me 'sir', but hearing it from such a
beautiful boy was even better.

After we'd finished eating, he took both of our plates to the sink and
started washing them. I was about to tell him to stop, but he didn't seem
to mind so I let him carry on. I figured he was used to doing the dishes
while his mom was at work all day. Besides, it was an excuse for me to
stare at that beautiful bubble butt of his. It was still a little pink from
his spanking, perfectly smooth and round. There was a tiny bit of fat in
it, too, just enough to make it soft and squidgy. I wondered what it would
be like to bury my face in that ass and eat him out.

"How come YOU'RE allowed to play with your weiner?" asked Riley, sounding
cheated. I blinked, confused for a second, but realised I'd gotten lost in
my thoughts and started to play with my cock.

"Because I'm a man!" I said playfully, standing forwards to pick him up and
swing him around. He giggled as I set him down on the couch and started
kissing him again.

Riley didn't play with his dick after all while we ate, and I complimented
him on his willpower.

"Thanks," he said, sounding a little embarrassed. It had gone soft, but as
soon as I mentioned it, it got stiff again. His hand twitched towards it,
but then he held himself back.

I laughed and put an arm around him. "You know I won't really hit you with
your belt if you touch it, right?"

He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I want you to," he
almost whispered. "If I'm a bad boy, I want you to punish me."

My heart leapt to my throat. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You
see that door?" I asked, pointing to a locked door along the hallway
opposite my bedroom.

He nodded.

"That's my secret room... it's where bad boys go to be punished."

"Really?!" he exclaimed, his voice alive with boyish excitement.

I nodded and did my best to look stern.

"Like... actually?!"

"Yup."

He leaned close to me and placed his hand on my dick. "I'm a bad boy," he
whispered into my ear. "I've been real bad!"

I stroked his back. "I'm sure you have." I stood up and took him by the
hand to the locked door. "Wait here," I commanded. "And you'd better not
play with your dick."

When I came back 10 seconds later with the key, I wasn't surprised to find
him touching himself. Before he knew what was happening, I grabbed him
around the chest and gave him a hard spank. His hands flew to his sore
butt, and I grabbed them and tied them securely with his belt.

"Can you move them?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as stern as
possible. I'd been involved in the BDSM scene since I was a teenager; being
in control came naturally to me.

"No," he said, giggling.

"No sir," I corrected, giving him another hard spank. He cried out jumped
up and wriggled in pain, but his little dicklet was as hard as ever.

"No sir," he said meekly after he'd calmed down.

"Good boy." I tousled his hair and gave his ass a gentle rub. "Now, let's
get you in my secret room, shall we?"

I opened the door and let him peer inside, keeping a hand on his
shoulder. His skin was impossibly soft to the touch, and pleasantly warm. I
could spend all day just touching him. There would be time for that later,
though. First, there was a lot of fun to be had.

I shoved him inside, grabbing his shoulder to keep him from falling. He
looked up at me, his eyes wide with wonder. My dungeon (as I liked to call
it) had almost no free space on its walls. They were covered with all
manner of sex toys: butt plugs and dildos of all shapes and sizes,
handcuffs, whips, canes, paddles. A set of chains dangled from the ceiling
across from an X-cross, perfect for restraining whatever man I brought
home. Or boy, in this case. My dick twitched at the thought.

I pushed Riley until he was standing opposite the X-cross. "I'm going to
untie you for a second. If you touch your little dick, I'll double your
punishment. Understand?"

"Yeah," he whispered.

I spanked his ass – lightly this time – and grabbed a handful of his
hair. "Yeah what?"

"Yes- yes sir."

"Good boy," I said, giving him a pat on the head and a warm smile. "You're
learning. Now hold still." I untied his hands and pushed him towards the
X-cross. I secured them quickly – luckily they didn't need much
adjustment; the last guy I'd had in here had been pretty short – and
then moved onto his feet. Within a few seconds, Riley was staring at the
wall of my dungeon,helpless, his pert little butt sticking out invitingly.

"Now let me explain the rules. This is the most important one: you can stop
this any time you want. If you want to stop, just say "red" and I'll stop
whatever I'm doing to you. You won't be punished. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I caressed his ass gently. "Good boy. Second rule – and you seem to have
figured this out – you will always address me as "sir" or "master."
Understand?"

"Yes, master."

My hand wandered its way up his back to his shoulder. I gave it a little
squeeze. "Good boy. Third rule, you will do everything I tell you to, or
you will be punished. Understand?"

"Yes, master." My dick throbbed. Being called master was far more rewarding
than being called sir. This little slut was really something else.

"Now for your punishment." I walked away from him and selected a cane from
the wall. It was one of the thickest I owned and shouldn't hurt much more
than my hand... but Riley didn't know that. "I'm going to give you 6 swats
with the cane. If I feel you take them well enough, you'll get a reward. If
not, no reward. Understand?"

"Yes, master."

I stepped back out of his sight and swished the cane through the air, not
letting it hit him. Riley looked over his shoulder at me and tensed his
little butt up. "No peeking, slut. I want you to count the swats out loud,
too."

"Yes, master."

I raised the cane as quietly as I could and held it there for a few
seconds. He was quivering with anticipation and rubbing his cocklet against
the X-cross. I figured I'd let him off for that. He was only 11, after all.

After maybe 10 seconds – which must have felt like an eternity to him –
I brought the cane down. "One!" he exclaimed, writhing around, pulling at
the bonds around his wrists and ankles. Once he was still, I brought the
cane down again. "Two!"

Two red lines had appeared on his butt. I paused for a few seconds to
adjust my dick, which was now painfully hard in my pants.

Once again,I raised the cane and brought it down on his defenceless
butt. "Three!" I hit again. "Four!"

By now I was hitting with all my strength. He was taking it very well. Even
adults were sometimes reduced to tears by this point, but not Riley. He'd
even stopped writhing with each swat.

I selected a thinner cane for the last two swats. If he wanted to get off,
he would have to earn it.

WHACK! "Owww! Five!" he exclaimed. The newest line on his butt was much
darker than the rest.

"You're doing great so far," I whispered in his ear, reaching around him
and stroking his little boner. "Just one more. Do you think you can do it?"

"Yes, master."

Without giving him time to prepare, I raised the cane and brought it down
on him for the last time. "Aargh!" he cried out. "Six!"

I put the cane back on the wall and helped him down. As soon as his hands
were untied, they flew straight to his butt. I let him rest for a few
seconds, and then I took hold of his hands. "You did well," I said, turning
him to face me and kissing him on the lips. "Now for your reward."

I gently guided him towards the cross again and secured him, his dick
facing me this time. "We're going to do something called edging now, okay
buddy? Trust me, it'll be fun."

"Yes sir."

I knelt in front of him and took his dick into my mouth, swirling it
around. He gasped and started fucking my mouth. I carried on for about 30
seconds and then stopped as his breathing was starting to become ragged.

"Sir," he whined. "Why did you stop?"

I stood up and ran my hands over his chest, stroking his nipples. "Do you
know what edging is?"

He shook his head, looking desperate. I noticed he was still thrusting his
dick, as if hoping he could still rub it against something. It slapped
comically against his tummy, but I ignored it, focusing instead on his
nipples. I rolled them around in my hands, pinching and pulling them. He
moaned in pleasure.

After a minute or so on his nipples, I knelt down and licked his hairless
little balls, careful to avoid his dick. I took them into my mouth,
relishing the salty-sweet taste of boy sweat and the sound of his fevered
moans. After a few seconds of sucking, I leant in closer and massaged his
perineum with my tongue.

"Touch my dick again, sir! Please!" I did as he asked, taking him into my
mouth and resuming his blowjob. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

His breathing intensified and he was fucking my face again,.rattling the
chains holding him to the X-cross. I ran my tongue over his shaft, sucking
and licking and kissing his dick. He was grunting now and I knew he was
close. I sucked for a few more seconds and then let his dicklet fall out of
my mouth.

I stood up and caressed his face, looking into his beautiful brown
eyes. They were wide and pleading. I wondered how long he could take the
pleasure. I knew it would start to get uncomfortable soon, so I figured I'd
let him finish.

"Lick my finger," I said, leaning close and whispering in his ear. He did
as he was told. "Get it as wet as you can."

"Yes sir," he said around my finger. Once it was dripping with his saliva I
knelt down again and reached behind him. I ran my finger against his
boyhole and took his dick into my mouth again.

He started grunting again almost immediately. I slipped my finger into him,
only up to the first knuckle. As soon as I did, his little hole tightened
and he cried out in pleasure.

I kept him in my mouth until he finished thrashing around, and then I
pulled my finger out of him. As I stood up, he was grinning. "That was
AMAZING!" he said breathlessly. "Just... wow! Thank you master!"

I smiled and ruffled his hair. "I'm going to let you down now, okay? Then
you should probably be getting home."

His face instantly fell. "Can I come back?!"

My heart leapt. For a second I was worried the caning had put him
off. "Sure!"

He smiled and held still as I untied him and helped him down from the
cross. Just as soon as he was free he wrapped himself round me and kissed
me full on the lips. He pressed himself against my dick and started to
smirk. "Sir... is your weiner hard too?"

I set him down on his feet and nodded. "We still have a few minutes... want
to see what happens when a man has an orgasm?"

"Yes!" he said, his voice full of boyish enthusiasm.

"Get on your knees and get my dick out then, boy."

He did as he was told, grinning.

"Now lick it."

"Yes sir," he said tentatively, before running his tongue over the tip of
my dick. I was incredibly turned on, so there was a sizeable amount of
precum there. He tasted it cautiously at first, but then got a little more
enthusiastic. "Mmm!" he exclaimed, taking a break from sucking me
off. "This is great!"

I put a hand on his head to keep him steady and slid my dick into his
mouth. "I'm glad you like it!"

His soft lips and warm, velvety mouth more than made up for his
inexperience. This was easily the best blowjob I'd ever had. Way too soon,
I felt the orgasm rising in my balls and pulled my dick out of his mouth.

"Close your eyes," I warned as I jacked myself off. Seconds later, ropes of
thick man-cum were splattering onto his face and into his open mouth. As
soon as the first strand hit his tongue, he launched himself forwards to
take my dick into his mouth again. I could hear him sighing as he noisily
gulped down my cum. Usually it was an acquired taste, but Riley loved it
right from the start. I was in heaven.

I came harder than I ever have. Eventually I stopped; my balls were
completely empty. Riley kept on suckling my dick, trying to milk a little
more cum out of it. I let him carry on for a minute or so and then pulled
away. "Good boy. You're a VERY good boy!"

He stood up, giving me a shy smile. "Thank you sir."

I led him by the hand out of my dungeon and into the bathroom, where I
wiped a few stray bits of cum from his face and chest. "It's time you were
getting dressed now, I think."

"Yes sir." Riley turned and walked back to the front room. I followed him,
transfixed by his little ass. It was still pink, with six red lines
criss-crossing it, but he didn't seem to be in pain.

Once he got his little briefs on he put his hands on his hips and posed for
me. He looked beautiful. Against my better judgement, I got out my phone
and took a picture. "Now turn round."

He did as he was told, thrusting out his butt. I snapped a few more
pictures and then put my phone away. "Good boy! Now finish getting
dressed."

"Yes sir."

Once he was dressed we cuddled on the sofa until it was time for him to
go. He left with promises to come back as soon as his mom went to work on
Saturday, which gave me a few days to plan our next session. I made my way
to my computer and found a site selling boys' underwear. I bought a few
pairs of Speedos, a jockstrap and some thongs. After some searching, I
found somewhere to buy a boy-sized dick cage and and a butt plug only
slightly larger than my finger. By this point, my dick was getting hard
again so I jerked myself off, thinking of all the fun I could have with
Riley at the weekend.

If you have any comments/suggestions/complaints, feel free to email me at
gabewallis@live.com :)