Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2016 11:10:38 +0000 From: Wesley Crusher <wesley.crusher@gmail.com> Subject: Making The Grade - Chapter 9 ____________________________________________________________________ Making the Grade (Part 9) - by Wesley (wesley.crusher@gmail.com) [this continuing story assumes that parts 1,2,3,4,5,6,7and 6 have been read] ____________________________________________________________________ Making the Grade By Wesley Crusher Chapter 9 Whilst `Uncle' Stan was enjoying Timmy's visit, Coach Peterson was struggling to still his trembling hands as they fastened the leather straps around each of the wrists of the 16 year old boy that bound the kid to the chair. There were also straps on the foot rests of Egyptian device; the `Exercise Chair' as the Coach called it though, in truth, it had more to do with the exquisite `encouragement' of enemies of long forgotten Pharoahs... As Matt settled down into the chair, he felt the fat nub of the large phallic shaped pole push against his young sweating anus and had to stifle a moan of dread and yet strangely, a moan of need and fleeting pleasure that coursed through his fit sturdy loins. A sheen of perspiration covered the boy's torso accenting the teenagers developed chest and abs. Matt looked straight at Peterson with wide dark eyes that held fear and dread and yet, expectation and....something else..? "Before we start, I need to blindfold you so you totally focus on your internal muscles rather than being distracted by your surroundings and remember that whatever you feel is all part of the secret ritual and practice that has been handed down by the chosen athletes of the eons. You're an extremely privileged boy; never forget that." "Yes Sir...", gulped the virtually naked Adonis. The man moved behind the chair where the levers were located but first reached down and, with both hands, slowly moved rubbed the boy's chest all over, savoring the firm teen muscle and tweaking and rubbing the boy's nipples that were firming up unconsciously as a result of the boys heightened nervous sexual state. "Stay strong Matt. You must use your internal muscles to work the pole as it exercises your inside muscle set, OK?" "Yes s...sir....", warbled the blindfolded boy. Peterson smiled and started to move the lever.... ****************************** The blond 14 year old boy was a heavenly sight. The man couldn't help himself and he sank to his knees between the boys spread legs and, with a deep loud moan, he leaned forward and gently kissed the boys bulging pouch. Timmy blinked slowly, focussing his eyes, wearing a silly grin at his Uncle's horse play. The man, emboldened, reached with one hand and grasped and gently worked the boys well filled package whilst reaching under with his other hand to gently massage the boys firm buns. The lad's smile faltered and his eyes widened with fear. He tried to struggle upright. It wasn't the fact that the man had touched him. That was something the boy had long been used to.... The alarm was caused by long conditioning that such initial approaches was nearly always a prelude to terrible pain. Something he had learnt from his step father over the years.... The man pulled back with concern and then, seeming to understand shook his head slowly, with great compassion in his eyes. "Oh my dear sweet boy, I wouldn't hurt you for all the world." Timmy looked fearfully into the big mans eyes, searching for the truth he so desperately needed. The big man pulled a trinket out of his pocket; it was a small enamelled cowboy figurine and, scratching a `T' on it's base, pressed it into the boys hand. "If horrible people have been unkind to you, look at this and remember there are good people in the world as well and the last thing they would want to do is to hurt you. There are people who will love you very much..." Timmy stared at the figurine and then up at the man; his Uncle Stan, and nodded, tears of heartache and wonder in his eyes. The man took this as permission and gently worked the length of thick boy meat through the thin cotton mesh whilst looking at the lad, ready to stop at the slightest resistance. Timmy continued to look into the man's eyes, unable to stop small whimpering moans of pleasure as the man worked his privates. Yes, the kid saw lust in the big mans eyes but he also saw compassion and affection. Deep down inside, he knew that love and compassion were far far better than sex. And so the boy made no protest as the man gently hooked each of Timmys legs over an armrest. The man looked at the virtually naked blond boy lying back in the armchair, his legs widely spread over the armrests with his young bulging package easily accessible and the white straps of the small jockstrap nicely focusing the small trembling anus and almost creamed himself at the sight. He reached forward with his both his big hands and started to sexually molest the lad in earnest. But the boy didn't regard it as assault. It was the closest thing that resembled genuine attention and caring from another person that he had known for a long, long time. Timmy closed his eyes, moaning and sighing with pleasure as the man worked his young cock and balls through the jockstrap pouch. "Uuuunnnnggghh....mmmmmm....aaahh...unnnghhh" "Yes my beautiful boy, don't hold back your feelings, moan your pleasure - let your Uncle know that you like it." Timmy's cock swelled rapidly, lengthening, thickening, pushing and straining against the thin material of the damp stretched pouch. "Oh my, what a lovely big present you have for your Uncle.", moaned the man as he continued to work the fat straining length of meat. The boy leaned back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted as waves of delicious pleasure radiated out from between his legs. "Unnnnnnnnggggghhhh....oh ......yeah.......mmmmmm....aaaaggghhh...." *********************************** The walls of the basement reverberated with the deep drawn out moans of a young 16 year old lad while the big man worked over the levers that operated the ancient machine. The boy's strapped in body was bathed with sweat as his smooth developed chest and torso heaved and moved with the exertion of trying to avoid the thick metal pole that continuously impaled him. "Aaaaaaarggggghh.....unnnnnngggghhhh...uuurrrrggggghhhh....please.....aaaarghh''" The boys head was thrown back and moving side to side as if in denial and yet, strangely, in terrible need. "Oh...God...uuuuurgggnnnhhhh..." The man's eyes were bright with insane desire; his eyes feasting themselves on the virtually naked muscled lad writhing and moaning with unknowable need. Peterson moaned as he stared at the outline of the huge piece of teen meat that was straining against the mesh of the boys jockstrap pouch that weeped continuously with clear boy honey. Unable to control himself, the man leaned downwards and lapped at the sweet nectar that sieved through the rubber and cotton mesh of the pouch that barely held the boy's heavy throbbing cock and plum sized balls that churned and bubbled with thick boy cream. The man moved the lever faster... "Aaaaaargggh....Unnnngggghhhh.......!!" moaned the teen as the thick steel rod impaled the boys depths faster and mashed the Matts fucknut mercilessly. "Pleasssse...Noooooo......Uuuuurrrrggghhh.....Oh God.....yesss.....!" Thick clear syrup pulsed continuously through the cotton mesh of the straining pouch as the boy's mind reeled with the hurtful but delirious pleasure that exploded in and around the depths of his anus, cock and balls. Matt's head swung left and right, his mouth working silently in an exhalation of sheer pleasure as the big man worked the infernal machine. In his insane lust, Peterson dropped all caution to the wind and using his strong fingers, he ripped open the straining cotton mesh of the boys jockstrap pouch causing drops of boy nectar to fly in all directions. "Oh jesus fucking Christ", whispered the man as nearly 7" of thick drooling teen cock sprang out of its mesh confines, waving in front of the man's face. Operating the lever with his right hand, the man pulled and squeezed on Matt's plum sized balls as he dove on to the thick drooling cock of the lad whose moans rose to a crescendo of indescribable pleasure and pain as the man pulled and squeezed the naked boys balls mercilessly. "Aaaaaarrgghh.....Unnnnnngggghhh....Uuuurrrggghhh..." ************************************ The man's mouth was drooling as he gazed at Timmys moist quivering anus and, moving forward pressed his big muscular tongue into the lads hot chute entrance. Timmy arched his back and uttered a long low moan of pleasure as the big man reamed him deeply whilst continuing to really work the youngsters thick throbbing meat that strained mightily within the confines of the damp mesh material. "Unnggghhhhhh.....aaarrghhhhh.....mmmmmm....uuurrrghhhhh...", gurgled the lad has he felt the mans strong muscular tongue lave the insides of his anal passage. The lad's high pitched panting and groaning was music to the man's ear as he ate out the kid's sweet hole, lapping at the boys tasty juices. He moaned into the kid's sweet anus as he felt copious boy honey leaking through the cotton mesh and coating his palms as he continued to work the kid's swollen equipment. He paused to lick the sweet liquor from the palm of his hand and then he slowly flat tongued the length of the kids slick throbbing meat through the mesh. "Oh...uunnnggghhhh....aaaaaggghh.....ooooh...urrrghh....please.....unnghhhh", whined the lad in heat. "Let's unwrap my lovely present shall we?", husked the man and with slightly trembling hands, he very slowly started to peel back the waistband and, like Timmy, he too, savoured the unwrapping...... With the elastic waistband tucked under the kid's big balls, a most beautiful sight met the man's devouring eyes. Almost 6 inches of thick, pulsing, throbbing moist meat waved just in front of the big man's lust filled face. "Oh my goodness- what a beautiful big boy you are", breathed the man as he stared greedily at the luscious thick stalk that that slowly wept in pure joy. He gently grasped the jerking tool and slowly moved his hand downward, peeling back the fleshy banana revealing an engorged cock head leaking clear boy nectar copiously. Timmy still had his eyes shut, and was panting and whining his pleasure as the man proceeded to wipe the length of the kid's thick tool all over his beard and face, coating his face with the lad's syrup and moaning his lust. He massaged and gently pulled on the kids churning balls eliciting a higher pitched panting from the lad. The boys abs and pecs were covered in a sheen of sweat and showed up beautifully in the light of the fading sunlight as the kid writhed in the heat of sexual pleasure. "Please.....please....", whispered the boy, his voice full of yearning. ********************************** The End To be continued.... 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