Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 00:42:16 +0000
From: Gabe Wallis <gabewallis@live.com>
Subject: Chance Encounter series chapter 3

Usual disclaimer applies: 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.

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I don't know how many times I jerked off to the photos I took of Riley. My
favorites were the ones from the behind: his tiny green briefs barely
covered the perfect mounds of his ass, which were criss-crossed with welts
from the caning he'd received. My dick twitched at the thought of the
pictures, and I looked at the clock. 1pm. In less than 24 hours, I would be
with him again.

The stuff I'd bought him had arrived this morning but I hadn't had chance
to open it. My dick twitched again, and I was desperate to get home to have
a look at it. I wondered how he'd react. Would he find it hot if I got him
to dress in various different underwear while I watched? Would he think it
was creepy? Would it scare him off?

My heart was beating in my chest and I couldn't focus on anything I was
doing. All I could think about was Riley. He'd shown up in all my dreams
since I met him; every sexual fantasy. I'd only seen him for a few hours
but I was already falling in love. What was happening? Normally I kept my
emotions far away from sex. I'd lost count years ago of the men I'd slept
with and I'd never fallen in love with any of them. Never even liked any of
them that much, if I was honest. But this boy... everything about him was
perfect. The way he smiled – even just in photos – made my heart skip
a beat. And that taut little ass in those tiny little briefs... he was just
divine.

The afternoon crawled by in much the same way the rest of the week. I got
home eventually and rushed to open the parcel. The butt plug I'd bought
Riley was smaller than my others, but not by much. It should be perfect for
widening the slut's hole for more fun. I wasn't sure the cock cage would be
big enough, though. It would stop him from getting hard, but it might be
uncomfortable when he was flaccid, too. It would probably be more suitable
as a punishment than as something for him to wear long-term. At least until
he got used to being my slave, anyway. If he even wanted to be my slave.

The clothing I'd bought him was great. Both pairs of Speedos were very
smooth to the touch, and would be even smoother spread over those perfect
cheeks of his. The thongs were smaller than I could have imagined – if
he managed to fit into them he'd look VERY sexy – and the jockstrap
would be perfect to put him in while I trained him with the butt plug. I
couldn't take it any longer and took my dick out and started to jerk off. I
could barely contain myself and came in less than a minute. Hopefully I'd
be able to last a little longer tomorrow.

I was just clearing up the cum when there was a knock at the door. I
hastily shoved Riley's new toys into my dungeon and went to see who it was.

"Hi Sir," said Riley as I opened the door. "Can I come in?"

I stood there speechless for a few seconds, marveling at his
beauty. "Uh... yeah. Sure, come on in."

He followed me inside and I locked the door behind me. "How come you're
here?"

"Well..." he said, biting his lip. "I told Mom I'd be at a friend's house
on Saturday and she told me to ask if I could stay the whole weekend
because she'll be working and she went out tonight and I don't have a key
so I don't have anywhere to go and I was hoping I could stay here." He said
all of it in one breath and then looked up at me, breathing hard. Those
beautiful brown eyes were pleading. His clothes were beautiful: he was
wearing a t-shirt that fit nicely over his developing muscles and a pair of
nylon tracksuit pants. His erection was already visible, and he was clearly
trying hard not to touch it. "Sir?" he asked, and I realized I'd been
staring again.

"Sure!" I said, trying to keep the smile off of my face. "That would be
great!"

His face split into a wide grin and he jumped forwards and hugged
me. "Thank you, Master!"

I hugged back, ruffling his hair with one hand and stroking his back with
the other. "I've missed you." As soon as the words left my mouth I
regretted them. I couldn't let him know how much I'd already fallen for
him.

"I missed you too," he said softly into my chest. My dick was swelling from
being so close to such a cute kid, but there was more than that. It was
like something had been weighing down on me all week and now he was finally
here it was gone.

We hugged there for over a minute, neither of us saying a word. I broke the
hug briefly to bring him over to the sofa, and then we resumed hugging, him
sitting on my knee.

"So," I said in a stern voice, slipping my hand up the back of his
t-shirt. "You were early."

Riley looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sorry,
Master. Does that mean... um... are you going to spank me?"

My thoughts turned to the box I'd stashed in my dungeon. I had a much
better idea than spanking. "No."

His face fell. "Oh... but it was so naughty of me, Master!"

I stroked his back and grinned. "I know. You're still going to be
punished."

Riley's eyes widened – in excitement? In fear? – I wasn't sure. "Are
you going to cane me?"

"Nope."

"Tie me up?"

My grin got wider. "Nope."

"What are you going to do?"

I slipped my other hand up the front of his shirt and twisted his nipple
round hard. "What am I going to do what?"

"Sir. What are you going to do, Sir?"

I twisted his nipple again and he grimaced. "If you don't stop asking
questions, I'm going to tie you to that cross and whip you for every minute
you were early. Am I clear?"

"Y- yes Sir."

I let go of his nipple and slipped his shirt off over his head. "Good boy,"
I said, kissing him. "Now wait here, and do NOT touch your dick."

I got up and went to my dungeon, which was unlocked. I could barely contain
my excitement as I carried the box of supplies out to Riley, who was
sitting with his hands on his head. He kept reaching down towards his dick,
changing his mind, and putting his hands back on his head. My dick twitched
in my pants, now fully erect despite the fap I'd had not ten minutes ago. I
let him carry on like that for thirty more seconds. I wondered how much
longer he'd be able to keep it up.

Eventually I caved and set the box down at his feet, taking out the cock
cage. I held it up in front of him and watched his eyes widen. "Do you know
what this is, slut?"

"No, Master."

"It's called a cock cage. It's used to punish little boys like you who
decide to arrive early like this."

He frowned at it, confused. "How, Master?"

"Strip slowly, and I'll show you." I got my phone out and took a few more
photos of him as he stripped. His nylon tracksuit pants fit very snugly
over his butt, and my dick was now painfully hard. He turned his back to me
and bent over as he pulled his pants down, showing off his brief-clad
ass. Today's briefs were bright blue, and must have worked their way up his
crack as he'd walked up here. I could see most of his cheeks very clearly,
and I was pleased to see that they'd recovered completely from his caning a
few days ago.

The briefs came down and he turned around to face me with his hands on his
hips, grinning. His hairless little dick bobbed up and down over his
marble-sized balls as if it knew what was coming. I let him stand there for
a few more seconds, taking a few more pictures, and then I stepped forwards
with the cock cage.

"This is going on your dick, but first we have to get it soft."

Riley's eyes widened and his grin got even bigger. "Can I jerk it then,
Master?"

I chuckled. "Oh, no. You were supposed to get here tomorrow morning, so
that's when you'll be allowed to cum. No sooner."

"But Master-" he began, but I cut him off with a smack to his butt. It
jiggled under my hand and I tried to hold back a smile. I'd missed this.

"Tomorrow afternoon, then." He opened his mouth to protest more, so I
spanked him again. "If you protest again, it won't be until Sunday. Do you
understand?"

"Yes Master," he said towards the floor, sighing.

SMACK!

"Look at me when you're speaking to me. I asked you a question."

He looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his. "Yes, Master."

"Good boy," I said, ruffling his hair. I took hold of his little cock and
led him through to the kitchen. "Put your hands behind your head and stand
here. If you move, you get a spanking."

"Yes, Master."

I got some ice and applied it to his little dick. He gasped in shock, and
his boner went away. I shoved his now-flaccid cocklet into the cock cage
and locked it, tucking the key away in my pocket. "How does that feel?"

"Weird. Uh, I mean, weird, Master. Do I have to keep it on until tomorrow?"

I had no intention of keeping him like this any longer than a few hours,
but I didn't want him to know that. "Well, you've been a very bad boy so
far... perhaps if you're good it can come off sooner. Perhaps."

He wrapped his arms around me and I felt the cock cage pressing into my
thigh. Fuck, this was hot. "Y'know," I said, leaning down to speak quietly
into his ear. "There are a lot of things I can do to make you feel good
without your dick."

He broke the hug and looked up at me, grinning. "Like what, Master?"

"If you're good, you'll find out." I took him by the hand and led him to my
bedroom. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed, slut."

"Yes, Master." He did as he was told, lifting his butt high in the air
without even being told. Fuck, I was lucky to have found him.

"Good boy," I said, stroking his butt. His legs were spread pretty wide and
I could see his little boyhole. It was small and pink and I couldn't wait
to get started on it. I pushed him forwards a little so I had room to lie
on my bed behind him and started to lick his taint. It tasted of a mixture
of sweat, boy scent and soap. Riley gasped in pleasure as I took his balls
in my mouth, and started to shudder. It would be hours before he was
allowed to cum... the thought drove me crazy.

I leant back and spread his cheeks with my hands to get a proper look at
his little cunt. It smelled strongly of soap, mixed with that strange musky
smell all boys seem to have. "This is very clean," I said softly, and he
turned his head to look at me, with a very red face.

"I, um... in the shower, I..." his voice trailed off and he turned his head
back towards the headboard, looking embarrassed. The little slut must have
used soap to finger himself. Fuck, that was hot... I wasn't sure whether to
punish him or reward him for it.

"It's okay," I said, moving along the bed so I could caress his balls with
my hand and look into his eyes. "I was going to make you clean it
anyway. If it's already clean, that's good."

He grinned at me. "Did I do good, Master?"

I shook my head, doing my best to look angry. "You ALSO touched yourself
without my permission. Once I'm done making you feel good, I'm going to
have to punish you for that."

He kept his grin, looking mischievous. I could feel his balls tighten as
his dick tried to get hard. "How are you going to punish me, Master?"

I spanked him once, as hard as I could. "Do you remember what I said about
asking questions? You'll find out when it happens."

"Ow!" he exclaimed. "Sorry, Master."

I slid my hand between his perfectly shaped cheeks and stroked his hole. He
purred contentedly and pushed his butt towards me. "Good boy," I murmured,
trying to slip a finger up there. "Oh, you will be sorry. You can count on
that."

He giggled and wiggled his butt around. My finger slipped in but he gasped
in pain and I realized I'd forgotten lube. "Let me kiss it better," I
whispered in his ear, heading back down towards his butt. I licked his
taint again a few times and then started to rim his hole. Riley started to
gasp loudly. Partly out of pleasure from the rimjob, and partly out of pain
from the cock cage.

Every so often, I darted my tongue down towards his balls to give them a
lick, and to try to touch his dick through the cage. From the noises I was
making I could tell I was driving him crazy, but he stayed still and didn't
ask me to stop so I figured he must be enjoying it.

After ten minutes of alternating between his cunt and his balls, I pushed
my tongue up his butt gently. Riley gave a very loud grunt – almost as
loud as the grunts he made when he was cumming – which I took as my cue
to continue. I fucked him with my tongue until he was almost crying with
pleasure, and then I stopped and massaged his butt. It was soft to the
touch, and very pale in contrast to his tanned face and arms. There wasn't
a single blemish on his entire body.

That gave me an idea.

Riley was looking back at me, pleading. After so long on all fours he
wasn't keeping his butt quite so high. In time I might start to punish him
when he's that lazy, but now I had other plans. I leaned down to his butt
again and started to kiss those cheeks of his. He giggled as I did, and
pushed it back towards me, as if trying to get me to rim him
again. Instead, I sucked on his left butt cheek, close to the thigh,
stopping every few seconds to kiss his butt all over. He was gasping and
moaning, but still didn't ask me to stop, so I carried on.

Once the hickey was done, I leaned back and stood up, leaving him on the
bed. "Stay there," I said, squeezing his butt where the mark was starting
to form. "Don't even move."

"Yes Master," Riley said breathlessly.

I left the room quietly and went to get the rest of the things I'd bought
him. It was probably time to start training his little ass to take a dick
now. Once I'd picked up his butt plug, I grabbed some lube and a few bigger
butt plugs from the dungeon. As I entered the room, I was pleased to see
him exactly where I'd left him. The little slut was learning.

"I'm going to play with your ass a bit more, okay?"

"Yes, Master."

I ruffled his hair. "Good boy. At this rate I might even take your cage off
before we go to bed tonight."

I pushed his head and chest down so his butt was the highest point of his
body, and his cheeks were spread nicely. I squeezed a little lube onto my
finger and pushed it into his hole. He gasped as I penetrated him, but kept
perfectly still. "Good boy," I whispered, pushing deeper. My finger got in
there easily.

"Say, Riley... what do you do to yourself in the shower?"

He turned to look up at me over his shoulder. "I... um..."

I spanked him hard with the hand that wasn't up his butt. "What do you do
to yourself?"

"Uh... this." His face was even redder than his butt by this point. "I use
more fingers, though... like, three?"

I pulled my fingers out and lubed up the smallest butt plug. It was about
twice the length of my finger and maybe twice as wide at its thickest
point, with a t-base to hold it in place comfortably. Without warning I
slipped the first inch or so into him. I fucked him with it for a while,
before pushing it deeper. Before long it was in up to the base and he was
breathing hard.

"Now then," I said, using a tissue to mop up the lube that had seeped out
of him. "Let's get you into the dungeon."

I helped him to his feet and put an arm around his waist as I led him out
of the room. It wasn't even 7pm on Friday yet; I had at least another 48
hours with Riley. This was going to be an incredible weekend.

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