Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 16:26:03 +0000
From: Gabe Wallis <gabewallis@live.com>
Subject: Chance Encounter chapter 4

Usual disclaimer applies: This is a fictional story which contains
descriptions of sexual acts between men and boys, including some 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 pulled Riley into the dungeon. He was completely naked, with a butt plug
in his ass and a chastity cage on his little cocklet. His round butt was
tinged with pink from the spankings I'd administered, but he was
grinning. I still wasn't sure how it had happened, but somehow I'd found
the perfect boy. The best part was, he was all mine.

"Stand here," I said, leading him under a set of chains that descended from
the ceiling. Luckily, I'd adjusted them so they would be able to hold an 11
year old boy.

He did as he was told and looked up at me, waiting for further
instructions. "Arms up."

"Yes, Master."

When his arms were above his head, I attached them to cuffs on the end of
each chain. I'd swapped the cuffs out for some soft leather ones so as not
to hurt his wrists too much. There was also a spreader bar between them,
ensuring that he couldn't move his arms. Once his wrists were locked in
place, I used the winch to pull his arms up, leaving him standing on his
tiptoes.

"Is that painful?"

"A little uncomfortable, Sir."

I stroked his face and smiled. "Good."

I ran my hands all over his body, taking it all in. His little cocklet was
twitching in its cage, and I knew he was desperate to cum. The hickey I'd
put on his butt was still there, dark purple against his pale skin. I ran
my fingers over it gently and then pinched it. He gasped, and the gasp
turned into a moan. "Yes, Master. I've been so bad. Punish me!"

I withdrew his butt plug until it was almost fully out, and then rammed it
back into him. He cried out in pain, and I did it again. This time he
stumbled and almost fell, but the chains held him up. I did it one last
time, pushing as hard as I dared – I didn't want any awkward trips to
the ER– and he cried out even louder, pulling on the chains and
thrashing around.

I left him to it, selecting a blindfold from the wall. I wrapped it around
his face, making sure no light could get through. To check if he could see,
I waved my hand in front of his face for a while and then slapped him with
it. He cried out in surprise. I felt a grin spread over my face. Given how
worked up he must be from the cage, every single sensation must be
unbearably intense.

I paced around him in circles. He tried to turn his head to follow the
sound of my footsteps, so I gave him a hard slap on the ass. "Keep your
head still!"

"Yes Master. Sorry Master."

I continued pacing, stopping every few steps to caress him – his tanned
face, his perky nipples, his abused little butt. I must have touched every
inch of his body. Every time he looked too relaxed, I twisted his nipples
round, or slapped his face, or fiddled with his butt plug. The butt plug
was moving far too easily inside him now. Definitely time for something
bigger.

I gently removed the plug, pleased to see that it was clean – he must
have done a good job cleaning himself out in the shower. As I took it out,
he gasped. "Master, I feel empty now!"

 I ignored Riley, picking out a plug a few sizes bigger than the one I'd
taken out. It was only a little thinner than my dick. After applying a
generous helping of lube to both his cunt and the butt plug, I slid it in
him. There was a little resistance, but eventually the whole thing was in
him. "Better?"

He grimaced. "It feels weird. It's too big!"

I kissed him gently on the forehead, tousling his sweaty hair. "Give
yourself time to adjust, okay? If it still hurts in a few minutes, we can
take it out."

He shook his head hard, as if trying to dry his sandy-colored hair. "No, I
like it! Can I keep it in?"

Now I knew he wasn't in too much pain, it was time to teach him some
manners. I picked a smooth wooden paddle off of the wall and pressed it
against his face so he could feel it. "What did you forget?"

"Can I keep it in, Master?" his mouth was wide open and he was squirming;
whether from the butt plug or in anticipation of his paddling I wasn't
sure.

I gave his butt a light smack with the paddle and he writhed in pain and
surprise, his feet almost leaving the floor. "You're getting ten of
these. Count them out loud. Get the number wrong and I'll start
again. Understand, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

I hit him again. Now he was expecting it, he took it well. "One," he said,
almost calmly. "Two," he said, after the second smack.

I paced around him a few times, giving him a break. He craned his neck
around again, following the sound of my footsteps, so I slapped his face
with my hand. "Keep your head still or you'll get twenty, you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

I hit his butt again twice in quick succession. "Ow! Three! Four!" He was
squirming now, and I could feel my dick getting even harder, if possible. I
stripped naked and rubbed my dick against him, pushing on the butt plug
with it. I had to finish this soon; I had to fuck him.

The next three hits were harder. One on his left cheek, one on his right
cheek, and one in the middle. He yelped as the third one pushed his butt
plug further up into him. "Five! Six! Seven!"

The next one was as hard as I could make it. "OW!" he exclaimed, pulling at
his chains and writhing around. "Eight!"

I stroked his face tenderly and then kissed him on the lips. "Two more, and
then I'll take your cage off. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good, Master," whispered Riley. His voice was choked with
tears.

I decided to take pity on him, and gave him the last two smacks at half
strength. He still yelped and writhed around, but it could have been
worse. "Nine! Ten!"

"Good boy. I think you've earned the right to cum. Let's get that cage off
you, shall we?" I used the winch to lower the chain, and then freed his
wrists. He rubbed them, breathing hard. After giving him a few seconds to
rest, I led him over to a table in the center of the room. Without removing
his blindfold, I helped him lie down on his back on the table. He gave a
little groan as his sore butt touched the hard table, but he didn't
complain. Within a few seconds, I had his wrists strapped down. I got some
straps down from the ceiling and raised his legs and spread them wide.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to edge you this time," I whispered in his ear,
unlocking the cage. As soon as the cage was gone, his little dick sprang to
life. I knelt down in front of him, now with unrestricted access to his
dicklet and his full boycunt. Wasting no time, I took all 2 and a half
inches of his little weiner in my mouth and swirled it around, before
bobbing up and down and giving him the best blowjob of his short life. It
was less than a minute before he was squirming under his restraints and
moaning in ecstasy, but I kept going. A few minutes later, he came again
and I let his dick fall out of my mouth to explore the rest of his body
with my tongue.

He tasted sweaty all over. I sucked on his juicy balls for a while, then
moved up his chest to play with his nipples. I bit one and he moaned and
begged me to do it again. I obliged, pulling on one nipple with my fingers
and biting the other. "Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed. "Oh, fuck, Master, that's
hot!"

I let go of his nipples and went back down to his dicklet, which was still
hard even after two of his dry orgasms. I took it in my mouth and started
to slowly fuck him with the butt plug. He was pulling at the straps holding
his wrists now, fully caught up in the heat of the moment. It wasn't long
before he had another orgasm. And another. And another.

After orgasm number 5, I let his dick fall out of my mouth and kissed my
way up his torso to his face. "How was that?" I asked.

"Wow," was all Riley could say, trying to get his breath back. His
dirty-blond hair was plastered to his forehead, and his entire body was
covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked fucking beautiful. I left him tied
there and aimed my dick at his chest, jerking off onto him. It only took a
few pumps and five thick strands of cum landed on him. I rubbed it around,
making sure to coat his boy balls in it, along with his tiny dick. "What
are you doing, Master?" he asked, looking confused.

I walked around the table and put my dick in his mouth for
cleaning. "Marking my property."

He sucked the rest of the cum out of my dick and then grinned at
me. "That's hot."

I put my clothes back on while waiting for the cum to dry, and then I took
a few pictures.

Putting my phone in my pocket, I untied him and helped him down. He moved
his hand down to remove the butt plug, but I slapped it away. "That stays
in until I tell you to take it out, understand?"

"Yes sir," he said, sounding dejected.

I looked at the time. It was almost 9, and neither of us had eaten since
Riley had arrived. "How good are you at cooking?" I asked, walking out of
the dungeon towards the kitchen.

"I'm great!" he exclaimed, grinning. "I make all my own food at home! Why?"

"Well I'm not going to cook my own food when my slave boy's right here, am
I?"

"Your slave boy?!" Despite all the dry orgasms he'd just had, his little
dicklet was now very hard and bouncing all over the place.

I patted him on the butt. "Only if you want to be." I pointed to his little
boner. "I'm guessing that means you do?"

He nodded, still full of energy despite the busy day he'd had. "Yes,
Master."

I showed him where all my pots and pans were and told him to make me
whatever he wanted. "It better be good, or I'll get the paddle out again."

His eyes gleamed and his boner bounced up and down at the thought. I left
him to it and went back to the dungeon to find a collar that might fit
him. If he was going to be my slave boy, he'd have to look the part. It
wouldn't be possible for him to wear it all the time, but he could put it
on while he visited me. That would have to be enough... for now.

"Riley?" I called, walking back from the dungeon with a collar. "I've got a
present for you! Get down here!"

He stopped what he was doing and got on his knees in front of me. I put the
collar around his neck – it was a snug fit but shouldn't affect his
breathing – and snapped it into place. He grinned at me and licked his
lips. "Thank you, Master! I love it!"

I ruffled his messy hair and helped him to his feet. "Good boy."

He bounded around the kitchen, preparing my food. Every so often he looked
over his shoulder at me and winked, or wiggled his bright red butt at
me. Depite having cum twice today already, I could feel my dick
hardening. He set two plates at the table, and we started to eat. We talked
as we ate, and he told me some more about himself. It turned out his mother
was always working, and when she was at home she never had time for
him. He'd never had a steady father figure – his mom's boyfriends never
liked kids much. Neither did his mom, from the way he said it.

I put down my fork, completely stuffed. "I'm here for you, y'know."

He gave me a smile, his food halfway to his mouth. "Thanks, Master."

I bit my lip. "You don't have to call me master all the time. You can call
me Dan unless I tell you otherwise, okay?"

"Sorry Mas- uh, sorry Dan."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," I said, stroking his face.

He finished eating and then sat back, absent-mindedly fiddling with his
dick. I pulled him to his feet and bent him over my knee. "Did I say you
could do that?" I asked sternly, giving his butt a very light spank.

"Sorry Dan!" he said, stifling his giggles.

"Oh, it's master now! You've been a very naughty boy!" I exclaimed, giving
him a few more light spanks – which, considering what his butt had just
gone through, probably still hurt – and then pulled him to his feet
again, dragging him to my bedroom. "Get on the bed!"

He did as he was told, propping himself up on all fours with his butt in
the air. I stroked his back and pushed his body down, before pulling the
buttplug out slowly. "Do you know what's about to happen?"

"Uh... no, Master."

"Well," I said, applying a large dollop of lube to his cunt. "I guess
you'll have to find out."

I rested my dick against his still-gaping boyhole and pushed gently. The
head slipped in and Riley gasped, pushing his butt backwards onto my
dick. His cunt was warm and soft, and the moaning noises Riley was making
only added to my pleasure.

"You like that, slut?" I asked, dick halfway up his hole.

He moaned in answer and nodded, so I pushed hard and pretty soon I could
feel my balls slapping against his tender little ass.

"Ow!" he exclaimed. "Master, that hurt!"

I ignored him, pulling my dick back gently and shoving it back into
him. And again. And again. And again and again and again until his shouts
turned into grunts of pleasure. I was grunting too, keeping hold of his
hips to stop him from slipping away. Not that he was going to: he was
pushing his ass back in time with my thrusts to feel me deeper inside of
him. My dick was only 6 inches or so, but it still must have been
painful. And filling.

In what felt like no time at all, it was over: my balls tightened and I
felt an orgasm spreading up my dick. It pulsed inside him and filled him up
with cum. As it was happening, he gave a particularly loud moan and his
cunt tightened around my dick.

I pulled out of him and rolled him over to face me, kissing him gently on
the forehead. "How was that?"

Riley was breathing hard but grinning. "That... was... AWESOME! Can we do
it again, sir?"

I laughed, kissing him again. "Maybe in the morning. I'm pretty tired now,
buddy."

He looked dejected but nodded. "Okay, sir." His eyes darted around my room,
a confused look on his face. "Where do I sleep, Master?"

I gave him another kiss, on the neck this time. "Good boys can sleep in
their master's bed, naughty boys sleep on the floor. You've been good
today, so..."

His eyes lit up. "Really!"

"Yep. Now go turn the light off, slut, I'm tired."

"Yes Master!" he got out of bed slowly and limped over to the light
switch. Cum was dribbling down his legs but I didn't care; we could wash
the sheets tomorrow, and I was too busy basking in the high of my orgasm to
wash him.

Riley hit the switch and limped back, before getting gingerly into bed. He
snuggled up to me, nuzzling his face against my muscular chest, kissing it
gently. His collar was digging into me, but I didn't want to ruin the
moment by moving.

"Hey, sir? How many guys have you fucked?" asked Riley just as I was
starting to drift off to sleep.

"I, uh... I actually don't know. Thirty? More?"

"Oh..." he said, sounding sad.

I shifted round so I was lying on my back with him on top of me, resting my
hands on his butt. "What's the matter, buddy?"

I tried to look into his eyes, but he looked away, obviously trying not to
cry. "I thought I was special," he said in a barely audible whisper.

I kissed him full on the lips, but he didn't kiss back. "You are special! I
care about you very much."

He finally met my gaze, biting his lip. "Will this be forever though?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I liked the kid, but I wasn't sure I wanted this
to last forever. I'd only known him a week, after all! "I..." I started to
say, but then changed my mind. "This can go on as long as you want it to."

He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my chest again and
covering it with kisses. "So that's forever, then," he said as he came up
for air.

"Yeah, I guess it's forever."

We lay there in silence for a while, my hands roaming all over his soft,
warm back and butt. "How many guys have YOU been with, then?"

"Just you, sir."

"Just me?!" I said, feigning surprise. "But you're a natural! Are you sure
you haven't done this before?"

He giggled. "Almost. Me and my friend Joey touch each other at sleepovers,
but nothing like this."

I felt my dick swell. "Joey, hmm? Well, he has good taste."

There was more silence, punctuated by Riley's kisses on my chest again. His
lips were so warm and soft and wet... my dick was fully erect again but I
was too exhausted to fuck him. He kept on kissing, his warm breath and soft
skin covering me. I closed my eyes and started to drift.

He was the only thing I dreamed about.

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