Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2012 21:36:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Making Tom a Submissive, (gay/adult youth, oral anal, m/M)

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acts of boy's discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of
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Making Tom Submissive
By
Wolf

	My first summer job was the beginning of my becoming a
submissive.  A neighbor of my parents offered me a job at a local chain
store.  I was four months shy of my sixteenth birthday.  My father gave
his approval for me to lie about my age, with the proviso that if I started
to work at the store I had to work the entire summer.

	It was a warehouse job unloading delivery trucks and restacking
the shelves before the store opened for business.  I was just a naive kid
and had never be exposed the langue of working class men.  I even
started trying to exchange the same kind of obscene banter with them,
without fully understanding the meaning of all of the words being
exchanged.  I remember asking one of the guys what a blow-job was,
during a lunch room break.  His response was that I was too young to be
asking about such things!

	I told him that I would believe anything he told me, or something
like that.  I added that, "I'm a sucker, I'll believe you!"  That ended the
conversation with everyone at the table laughing.

	The neighbor said, "You're getting out of control, watch your
language!  I don't want your father complaining to me about your
langue!"

	I was a shy kid, so I didn't say anything for a few days at work.
Eventually I couldn't resist saying things like, "Bend over, I've got
something you can suck!"  I only had a vague idea about the meanings of
the remarks I was parroting.  That night, my neighbor made me go home
with him and he warned me, "A fellow worker had told him that he was
not going to tolerate a punk kid like you talking like that to him!"

	My neighbor decided to teach me a lesson, before it got any
further out of control.  Before I knew it, I found myself draped over his
lap with my pants down.  He spanked my butt like a petulant child.  IT
HURT!  I was crying like a baby, or worse, like a little girl!

	At the time I was unaware that he had enjoyed spanking his wife
and then fucking her in the ass.  She had suffered his abuse until he
insisted that she allow his friend to spank and fuck her.  She left him
after that final indignity.

	After the spanking I found myself standing there with tears
running down my cheeks and being forced to my knees, while learning
firsthand what a blow-job was all about.  (I suspect it was the worst
blow-job he had ever gotten.)  My throat was raw by the time he made
me bend over the arm of his sofa and he spread the cheeks of my butt.
He fucked my ass hard and fast.  I was crying all the more.

	He must have feared that I would tell my father what he had done
to me, because he apologized profusely after he pulled his wet cock out
of my ass.  My asshole was bleeding a little and he helped me stop the
bleeding.  While he was attending to my abused asshole with some sort
of medication, he told me about his wife.  He assured me that he had
never fucked a guy or a kid before.  He pleaded with me to forgive him,
saying that he just got carried away.  His excuse was that it had been
awhile since he had sex.  He gave me a sleeping pill and put me to bed.

	The next day I walked across the alley to my home and never told
anyone what had happened.  I tried to quit my job, but my Dad said that
he had warned me that if I started the job I had to stick it out all summer.
That was the summer of 1965 and I couldn't tell him that I had been
fucked like a girl.  So, I continued to work at the warehouse with the
neighbor.  I no longer tried to fit in with the other men by using foul
langue like them in fact I didn't say much of anything.

	A couple of weeks went by and the neighbor figured out that I
hadn't told anyone what had taken place.  He insisted on me going home
with him again.  He stripped all of my clothes off of me, before spanking
me and fucking my asshole again.

	This time I almost told my Dad, but was too embarrassed to
admit to my father what had happened to me.  After work the next day he
told me that he wanted to fuck me again.  He promised not to spank me
this time, if I agreed to let him fuck me.  He insisted that I had to do
everything he said.  He said that he could force me to do anything he
wanted, but preferred that I submit on my own.  It took some time to
persuade me, and I have to admit that I felt trapped.  I figured that if I let
him do it, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.

	When we got home he insisted that I shave my legs and under my
arms.  I didn't have much pubic hair above my cock.  I managed to
complete my task without nicking myself.  Then he had me put on a pair
of his wife's skimpy panties.  The waist of the panties was stretched out
so much because they had lost most of their elasticity.  Then he had me
put on one of her see through nightie.  None of her garments fit me very
well.

	This time he started kissing me and feeling up my body.  I have
to admit that I became aroused by his actions.  I even did cum while he
was playing with my dick through the panties.  After that he placed me
face down and used 'Jergon's Lotion' on my asshole, before he fucked
me.  (Now when I smell Jergon's Lotion it reminds me of that fucking.)
He fucked my asshole until he squirted cum in me, then he left his cock
in my 'boy-pussy,' (as he called it).  I felt him actually pee in me.  That
was something I was totally not expecting.

	I had a lot to think about.  Every evening he made me go home
with him and continued making me suck his cock, dress up like his wife,
before fucking my asshole.  When I didn't do exactly as he wanted he
would slap me around.  He even started spanking me before fucking me
again.  When summer was coming to an end he spanked me with an
electrical cord, so hard he actually drew blood on my butt and the backs
of my legs.

	I made it home without complaining to my Dad.  When I reported
to work my neighbor didn't show up for work.  The word around the
warehouse was that he had picked up his check and left town.  I found
that his absence left me with an empty feeling.  It took me months before
I found another older man that had an interest in fucking young
teenagers.  I misbehaved until he spanked me.  I figured out quickly that
I wanted to be spanked as part of the foreplay before being fucked.

	As an adult now, I still crave corporal punishment before sexual
gratification.  My only regret is that I am no longer the feminine looking
youth I was.



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