Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2014 01:48:04 -0000
From: gabewallis@mailtor.net
Subject: Chance Encounter 7

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descriptions of sexual acts between men and boys, including some BDSM
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After my timer went off, I returned to check on my little captives. They
were squirming against their bonds as I entered the dungeon, both of their
erections clearly visible.

I walked slowly towards them and ran a hand over Joey's chest, pinching his
nipple. "Have you boys been good?"

"Mmph!" came the reply.

I picked up a cane off of the wall and ran it gently against Joey's
face. "Are you ready for your caning?"

He nodded, eyes wide in fear but erection throbbing. I loosened their ropes
enough to let Riley free, but kept Joey's hands and feet bound. Ignoring
his cries of protest, I lifted him up and carried him to my table, where I
cut his ropes and then secured him spreadeagled with his nice curvy butt
pointing upwards.

"You're getting 10 strokes of the cane, and I'm not untying you until
you've taken all of them. Understand?"

"Yes sir!" he said, a little breathless from the struggle. "I've been such
a naughty boy!"

I ran a hand through his hair, which was now completely soaked in
sweat. "Normally I'd ask you to count them, but I don't want to hear you
speak. If you make a single sound, you'll be gagged and I'll start over
from one. Understand?"

"Oh, yes sir!" he exclaimed, rubbing his little dicklet against the table.

Without warning, I brought the cane down on his butt. He screwed up his
face and writhed around, but managed to keep quiet. Another two swats and
he gave a little groan, but I let it slide. The next blow came right to the
middle of his ass, where the little butt plug was still sticking out of
him. "OWW!" he screamed, writing against the ropes. "Shit!"

Giving Joey another strike with the cane, I turned to Riley. "Gag this
slut, boy."

He did as he was told, forcing a ball gag into Joey's mouth and securing it
behind him.

"Now," I said, leaning close to Joey's ear. "We start over. Does that sound
good, little whore?"

His big blue eyes met mine and he nodded, mouth stretched open by the ball
gag.

I pinched his cheek. "Good boy." I stepped back out of his line of
sight. He twisted around to try to see me, but I grabbed him by the hair
and forced him to look forwards. "No peeking. You'll take this whether you
like it or not, you understand?" He nodded again, and I began.

With each blow he gave a muffled scream and pulled at his bonds. After I'd
given him five spanks with the cane, I let him have a rest for a few
minutes. He stopped pulling at the ropes and rubbed his little weiner on
the table instead, puffing and panting. Once he'd had his rest, I brought
the cane down on him again. "No!" I said, hitting him again. "Stop humping
the table, bitch." Another hit. "You'll feel good when I tell you you can
feel good." I gave him another. "Understand?" Without waiting for any kind
of response, I brought the cane down on the butt plug sticking out from
between his ample cheeks and he squealed, thrashing around and crying.

I put the cane back on the wall and started running my hands all over
Joey's body, careful to avoid the welts that were criss-crossing his
butt. He sighed and visibly relaxed, so I reached between his legs to
gently stroke his perineum. At this, he gave a little giggle into his ball
gag, but I carried on rubbing my finger back and forth, ever so
gently. After about ten seconds, he started to shake his head and wriggle
around, still giggling. I let my hands drift up to his exposed sides,
tickling the whole time. His giggles turned into grunts at around the two
minute mark, but I kept going. The little slut's skin was so warm and
smooth under my hands as I slowly made my way up to his armpits. He was
shrieking now.

After maybe fifteen minutes of working his whole body, I let him rest. Once
he'd calmed down a little, I removed the gag from his mouth. "Riley, put
some of that cream on his butt... but only if he does exactly as he's
told."

"Yes sir," said Riley.

"Now," I said to Joey, staring into his teary eyes. "Stick your tongue
out."

"Yes sir," he whispered. I got my cock out and rested it on his tongue. The
little slut pulled a face as I rubbed my precum on it, but he couldn't pull
away thanks to the leather bonds holding him to the table.

"Now lick." He did as he was told, lapping up the precum that was oozing
from my dick. "You like that?" I asked.

"Yes sir," he said around my dick, sounding much more enthusiastic now. I
nodded to Riley, who started rubbing some soothing cream into my captive's
sore butt. Joey moaned, and as he opened his mouth I thrust my cock gently
inside.

"Use your tongue, and don't let your teeth touch me or you'll get another
caning."

"Mmph mhhr," he said as I thrust in and out of him.

"Good boy." His warm, wet mouth was sending me to heaven. Joey's tongue was
swirling all around my dick. He was even trying to match my thrusts as best
he could. I decided to help him out by grabbing his hair and facefucking
him. As I did, he cried out in surprise but kept up the good work with his
tongue.

"Oh, oh yes!" I moaned, tightening my grip on his curly blond hair. "I'm
going to cum, whore. Swallow it all!"

He tilted his head back to let me fuck him better, and as he did I felt my
balls tighten and an orgasm spread its way through my body. My dick pulsed
and I shot string after string of cum into my little bitch boy. He
spluttered and coughed as I did, but my hands on his head kept him still.

Eventually, my orgasm subsided and I pulled out of his mouth. He looked up
at me, grinning. "That was AMAZING, Sir!"

I ruffled his hair and untied him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think it's
time Riley took some pain, don't you?"

He nodded and grinned. Riley's face fell as I helped Joey off of the table,
but he lay himself down on it without being asked. I gave his hair a sharp
tug and his mouth opened wide in pain. Keeping a firm grip on his head, I
quickly shoved the ball gag into his mouth before fastening it behind
him. He gave me a disgruntled look, mouth filling up with his friend's
saliva.

"You like how that tastes, little slut?" I asked as I cuffed his wrists
down to the table. He shook his head and earned himself a nice hard
spank. "I asked if you like it, cunt." He nodded this time, and I patted
his butt. "Good boy." Once I'd finished cuffing him down, I put an arm
around Joey's shoulders and led him to the wall, filled with various
bondage toys. "As a reward for taking that so well, you get to choose what
we use on him."

Joey's jaw dropped when he saw what I had. "Wow, sir... I don't
know. There's so much stuff!"

"Anything you like the look of?"

He bit his lip, thinking hard. "Hmmmm... that one," he said, pointing at a
riding crop hanging above everything else.

"Good choice!" I said, stroking his back. "I'll get it down for you!" I
handed him the crop and he swished it around a little, marvelling at its
length. He went to hand it to me, but I shook my head. "Oh, no. I want YOU
to hit him."

"Uh... okay, sir." He raised the crop a few inches and brought it down
softly on Riley's upturned butt, still red from the spanking he'd received
that morning.

I let him try a few more times, and then took it off him. "Bend over the
table, buddy. Let me show you how it's done."

He turned pale, but nodded and obediently bent over.

"See how high I'm raising it?" I asked, lifting the crop over my head. He
nodded again, clearly not trusting himself to speak. "Now, turn around and
see what it feels like." He did, and I waited a few seconds. The
anticipation was always my favourite part. Having a quivering boy before
me, knowing he was about to be beaten but not knowing when... my dick
literally couldn't get any harder than it was right now.

I brought the riding crop down, and it hit him with a loud crack. He
screamed and jumped out of place, hands immediately flying to his
butt. "You want me to do that to Riley, sir?" he asked, after he'd gotten
his voice back.

"I sure do," I said, handing the riding crop back to him. "And if you
don't, you're getting ten more. Understand?"

He drew a shaky breath and then nodded. "Yes, sir. Uh... sorry, Riley."
With that, he raised the riding crop as high as he could and brought it
down sharply. Riley screamed into his ballgag and thrashed around. I liked
him like this; I'd have to use the riding crop more often.

Joey looked up at me with wide eyes. "Sir? I don't think he can take much
more."

I shook my head. "He loves it, don't you Riley?" He nodded, giving me a
determined look. "Good boy. Joey, give him four more and then we can all
get a snack."

Joey did as he was told. I could tell he wasn't putting as much into these
blows as he did into the first one, but I didn't mind. Riley managed to
keep silent but he was still clenching his fists and biting hard into the
ball gag. By the time Joey had finished, there were five very red welts on
the little whore's butt. I stroked it, enjoying the firmness and warmth.

"Good boys, both of you. Now, Riley, your reward..." I slipped a blindfold
on him and took the ball gag out of his mouth, replacing it with a special
penis gag of my own invention. If a captive's teeth touched it or he
stopped sucking, it would send a signal to a specially developed butt plug,
which would give the captive a painful electric shock. I'd only ever used
it on adults, so the butt plug might be a tight squeeze for Riley...

I pulled out his old plug and slipped the special one in, careful to apply
lots of water-based lube to help the electricity. Before leaving with Joey,
I turned both of the dildos on and hit the lights. "Have fun, slut!" I
called to him, before shutting the door.

"How long will you leave him there, sir?" asked Joey as I led him through
to my bedroom. "Wait, I thought we were getting a snack!"

"We are, buddy," I said, giving his butt a squeeze. "I'm just getting
something for you to wear first." I handed him a jockstrap and he stepped
into it, grinning.

"This feels so weird, sir! I love it!"

I traced my fingers over the welts on his butt, before fiddling with his
butt plug. "I love it too... I get to see your butt AND play with this!"

He gasped as the plug rubbed his prostate. "Wow, sir, that feels awesome!
Keep going!"

I lay down on the bed and pulled him on top of me so his crotch was in my
face. I licked at it through the jockstrap, tasting the sweat – both
Joey's and Riley's – that had soaked into it. He moaned as I fucked him
with the butt plug, thrusting at my face. Within a few minutes, his whole
body tensed up and he came. I let him snuggle up beside me, catching his
breath.

It felt so good lying here like this. This might even be my favorite part
of sex: just lying in bed with my partner, cuddling. It certainly didn't
hurt that my partner was a beautiful eleven-year-old boy, or that my
eleven-year-old slave having both his holes fucked by dildos just next
door.

"Sir..." said Joey, his head resting on my chest. "Why are you so rough
with Riley?"

I blinked, confused. "What do you mean? He likes it! If he asked me to go
easy on him, I would!"

"No, I don't mean today... I mean, he comes to school with all these
bruises and he doesn't want to talk about them. Sometimes at sleepovers he
has bruises on his neck, and-"

"Wait, what?!" I said, sitting up sharply. "Bruises on his neck? How long
has this been going on for?"

"Umm... a few months I think. Just go easy on him? Please sir?"

"Joey..." I said, running a hand through his hair. "I've only known him for
a week."

"Oh... Um, forget I said anything, sir. I don't want him to know I told
you!"

I pulled him in close to me and kissed his forehead. "I won't tell him you
told me, okay? I promise. I'll tell you what, how about you switch places
with him and I can talk to him about it?"

He nodded, looking guilty. "I guess, sir."

I gave him a big hug, stroking up and down his back. "I'm sorry,
buddy... but if someone's hurting him, I need to know. I need to make it
stop, okay?"

He nodded again.

"Alright then, let's get you some food."

He happily followed me through to the kitchen, where I gave him some
leftover pizza. He wolfed it down, and then I took him through to the
dungeon to take Riley's place. When we opened the door, Riley was sucking
away at the mouth gag and writhing around a little. He looked pleased when
we walked in, but I decided to watch him struggle for a while. Every so
often he would stop sucking to catch his breath, only to start again as the
shocks became too much to bear. We only watched him for five minutes, but
during that time he came twice.

"Good boy!" I said eventually, turning the butt plug off. "I'm very proud
of you. Joey, help me untie him."

"Yes sir," said Joey, obediently untying Riley and taking of his jockstrap,
before lying down in his place. I got him strapped down in no time, and
slipped the butt plug and penis gag into him. He moaned as I turned it on,
but soon he was sucking away, looking quite content.

"Come on," I said to Riley, suddenly unsure of what I was going to
say. "Let's get you some food, huh?"

He grinned. "Yeah! That sounds great! Er... sir."

I ruffled his hair and laughed. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. Here, put
this on." I handed him the jockstrap that Joey had taken off. He put it on
and wriggled his butt for me. I gave him a playful spank and then took him
through to the kitchen, where I gave him the rest of the leftover pizza.

"Can I talk to you about something?" I asked.

"Yes, Master," he said, mouth half-full of pizza.

"Drop the masters and sirs for a bit, okay? For this conversation I'm just
Dan."

He swallowed his pizza and looked apprehensively at me. "Are you... are you
ending this si- uh, Dan?"

I shook my head. "So, here's the thing. Joey told me... uh, Joey said that
you sometimes have bruises. Is that true?"

He didn't speak. Just looked at me, beautiful brown eyes full of
tears. After what felt like an age, he nodded. I put out my hand and
stroked his arm.

"Is someone hurting you?" I asked, leaning in close to him. "It's okay, I
can help."

He nodded again. I waited for him to say something, but no words came.

"Who?"

He opened his mouth and promptly closed it again. "He..." he said after a
while. "He said he'd hurt me if I told anyone. He said I'm a worthless
little shit, and that Mom should've had an abortion."

I lifted him out of his chair and carried him through to my bedroom. "It's
okay, Riley," I whispered into his ear as I walked. "You know that's not
true, right?"

He looked at me long and hard, biting his lip. "I don't know..."

I wrapped my arms around him and let him bury his face in my chest. He was
sobbing gently. "It's okay," I whispered in his ear. "I'm here. I care
about you. We can get through this." I ran my fingers through his hair,
whispering quiet nothings in his ear again and again. His sobs gradually
stopped. Before long, he was asleep in my arms.

We lay like that for a long time.

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