Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 18:31:14 +0000 (GMT) From: Chaim <bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Playing Wild West 2 Playing `Wild West' Part 2 By Chaim bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk (M/b, beginning, oral, very mild bondage) Special thanks to those who sent me a reaction. Ever tied to be a teen in the IDF (the Israeli Defence Force) and openly gay? I love Israel but I `dislike' a government who treats Pacifists, Gays, Palestinians, like second class citizen. Let's fight for peace and human rights. Thanks to Chad who gave me the inspiration a long time ago! Can you sent me an e-mail if you read this? Thanks! Comments and suggestions are very welcome at: bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk -------------------------------- The last lines of Part 1 (Chaim) -------------------------------- Jonathan walks over to me and pressed my little body into his, it was a quick gesture, but it feels so good! I love to feel his big strong arms around me. I press myself into his body. I am confused, go into a slow run, heading toward the pine woods. I know the way to my `secret' spot very well. "Cowboy, if you can, follow me all the way! I am sure I am much quicker, believe me, my Jonathan!" I really yell these words to him. Running I hated the words "my Jonathan", please, let him follow me. I worry running he will get me wrong... or right and will stop this game. Tears came but when I heard his steps, I felt a real Indian Warrior again. -------- Part 2 Jonathan -------- After our hug, I watch Chaim running toward the forest. Chaim is stunning in his own homemade `Indian outfit'. The boy looks so hot and good! My little boy returned to the living room after our breakfast I could see the outline of his little boy cock. At first I thought it was my own dirty mind, but I could see that the front of his loin cloth is definitely tented out. My boy, this Chaim, has a boner for me! To be honest, when I first saw this boy Chaim, my cock went very hard. His beautiful long, blonde hair, his slim boy body. Those beautiful blue eyes! Chaim is just a beautiful boy! I had never a crush on a boy so young. In the army, it was just hell, most of the time I was too tired to think about sex at all. Maybe I look good, maybe people think I'm experienced, but I'm not. I had some sex at high school and had a love affair with my best buddy. We spent two months in heaven. He turned into the girls, couldn't cope with a gay relationship and I was lost. Thoughts that the real Man's world of the Israeli army would cure me, were a mistake. It didn't. Those years were complicated, serving my country and not be able to show my real emotions and feelings. Being `openly gay' was out of the question. I want to finish my studies now and will go abroad. It was my choice to live in the countryside, far away from bars, clubs and cruising places. Yes, off duty I learned a lot about the facts of gay life. This boy, this Chaim is still there. He is just my little neighbour boy and I like him very much. He is kind and a firm strong boy, showing that he plays some sports and is very active all the time. I can't help it, I love to see him around. "Shalom!" I say to him. Chaim runs away from me to the forest. Shouting at me, "Get me if you can, Jonathan!" His marble white ass cheeks peek from beneath the cotton as he runs away from me. My cock is hard again looking at his compact body, his very cute behind. I quickly adjust my cock through my worn jeans. My boxers are protecting my boner and I start running after Chaim. I am very well trained but want to catch up before the boy disappeared in the line of pine trees. "Chaim!" I shout at the running boy. Chaim pauses at the edge of the trees turning to me with a big smile. I know he is teasing me in a way. "Come on, Jonathan, come on," he urges me on. "I know a really great spot," Chaim says after I join him. "Please, just follow me. You will like it." Looking at my puzzled face he continues, "It is not dangerous, I come there all the time." I smile at him and like his attitude on my safety. This is Israel and the boy is alert. I touch his warm naked shoulder and follow him at a path into the forest, unable to take my eyes off his nearly naked body. We walk about 150 yards (a real 100 metres) into the forest until we come to a small clearing. It is completely surrounded by dense underbrush and trees, with a huge tree standing in the clearing in the centre far away from the other trees surrounding us. "I cleared this spot myself," Chaim says with a lot pride in his voice. "You did very well, boy," I say to the little boy, "This really is a terrific spot. I like it, it has a lot of shade and nobody can see you here!" Chaim looks at me and our eyes meet. My hand is in the air. I can't help it, my hand lands on his short blond hair, stroking it slowly. He is accepting it, pushing his beautiful head against my stroking hand like a puppy. Chaim has soft hair and I like the touch. He is breaking the spell, asking, "You can really lasso something with that rope? Sorry, just asking." "Sure I can, my boy. Believe me, I am very good at it." Chaim smiles, "Jonathan, I don't believe you. Bet you can't lasso me," Chaim dares me stepping away, "If you can do so, you will be my Boss and Master, but you can't! Nobody can do that." This little shit takes to much of my pride. I slung the loop out and it twirls in the air. Chaim looks directly in my eyes and backs away a bit and moves to my left. I threw it... and he tries to fall away to the ground, but he is too late. The loop fell over his blond head. I pull it gently so I have him around his small boy waist. "Man, bad thing! Jonathan, you got me!" he says. He drops his axe and grabs the rope with both hands while I pull him to me. He giggles and struggles. I pull him against me. He struggles hard like a lion but I'm strong, the boy can't fight me for real. "You'll never take me prisoner," Chaim said, "Believe me, Never." He teases me and I pull harder! I am tightening the rope around his naked waist. Slowly, hand over hand, I pull Chaim closer to my strong body. Chaim dugs his heels into the ground and fights to free himself from the lasso. I am a bad friend to this boy, "Dear boy, you made it an extreme provocation, telling me I would be your Boss and Master if I could lasso you. You are my little prisoner now. I won you! Give in!" "You have to make me, Jonathan!" I let up my hold for a moment and Chaim is losing his balance, falling backwards hitting the ground. I rush to him and grab his hands, wrapping the loose ends of the rope around his wrists, pinning his little body with my weight of my knee on his naked chest as I finish tying him. Looking at his smooth chest and those little beautiful nipples, I want to eat him alive. My boy is bound and helpless now on the ground. His boy cock presses against the cotton of his cloth. I nearly rip his clothes and shoes off, I want him so bad. I calm down a bit. I am not horny enough yet! To touch his nearly exposed little boy cock. I don't want to spoil things or hurt the boy's new feelings. Stroking his soft skin I only leave his loincloth. He can have it for now, to protect his `dignity'. "You are a real bastard," he shouts to me, "Jonathan, let me go! You will never win this battle. I am a strong boy, you know?!" I'm back to reality now. The boy wants to play his Wild West game some more. He want to be `my little Indian Warrior'. I look at his smooth face, those great blue eyes. "Yes, you are strong, I know, but you are my prisoner, Chief," I say with a calm voice. I feel the urge to kiss my little struggling and angry prisoner. I don't but continue, "The more you fight it my boy, the harder it will be on you. I can be rather mean. I am going to hold you my little prisoner until you sign my Peace Treaty. You will and have to accept my terms all the way. I am your Boss and Master remember?" I turn Chaim around, and move him toward to the big tree in the clearing. His naked back, his tanned boy skin, covered by the lightest, finest blond boy fuzz I have ever seen. To touch his soft skin is such a pleasure! In my jeans I feel my hard cock oozing pre cum. I just hope it will not soak through the cotton of my boxers showing a wet spot on my faded jeans. Is my boy ready for this? "You better tie me up good," Chaim warns me, "If I get away, I'll bring my braves back and we'll scalp you! You will be my white slave!" Chaim loves this, I see the out line of his little hard boner again it presses against the cotton of his loincloth. He leans back against the big tree too willingly. Almost as if he welcomes the ties that will bind him to the tree and me. I passed the free end of the rope around the tree several times and slip it through the loop that held Chaim around his soft smooth waist. I secure the rope tightly, the rough cotton at his soft skin. His cute little belly button catches my eye, and I look at it several moments without moving before I finished tie the rope. I take another rope and bind his wrist at the back of the tree. Chaim doesn't make any complains he takes it so good! "There," I say admiring my work, "You are my real prisoner now, there is no way to go. You will follow my orders, my boy." I placed my left hand behind his neck, gently taking his head away from the tree. I bring my face close to his smooth cheeks. "Are you going to sign my Peace Treaty? You will be my boy, serving me, taking my orders. Leaving behind your pride?" "Of course, Never! Never!" Chaim shouted, "You have me to force me to do so!" But his boy body is giving in, and his yelling voice is strange. The rope is into his smooth hot flesh as he fights against his bonds. "Okay, my boy, you asked for it. I guess I have to torture you real hard, my little proud boy," I say looking him into the eyes, "I can't accept such an insult from a little boy, even if he is an Indian Warrior." "I can take everything, white man. I am very proud!" A spit second I think he will spit me in the face. He doesn't. I admire is strength. It is a role play but I know he feels it like real. "I know, that's why I like to have you as my personal boy, my private prisoner, maybe more, if you can take it!" I place my open mouth against his right nipple, which is trapped, I kiss it slowly enjoying the contact. My mouth licks his chest and my teeth dug gently into his left nipple. I lick and bite. Chaim is a real proud young man and I give him some time, before putting my teeth in his right nipple. My biting is not hard, but he must feel it. "Ugh! Man, I can take the pain," he sneers breathing heavy. He fights his bonds again and he presses his body on the tree, away from my demanding tongue and teeth. "You are a good boy, maybe you need a little pain to become my boy." My tongue attacks his tasty salty boy's skin. I move my mouth slowly up to his left arm pit, sucking his flesh there. Smelling his heavy boy sweat, burrowing my mouth into the inside of his pit. I wander back to his throat, taking the soft never shaved skin with my lips. Sucking his skin hard, giving the boy my love bite, leaving a clearly visible red mark. I admire my work and tell him, "The red mark shows to everyone you are my boy now, you are MY Indian Warrior now." Chaim just smiles and I can see he is in heaven. I continue my biting and sucking. A real need sweeps through his young body. "Yes, please Jonathan," he whispers. He struggles against the big tree, twisting to force his bound arms to me. Encouraged, I move up his arm to his shoulder and nibble on it, working my way over to his soft slender throat again. I pull my head back and look him straight in the eyes. Chaim has a dreamy smile on his face. He realizes I am looking deep into his boy eyes. "Please..." His voice is full of lust, his unknown desire. He struggles in his bonds. I wonder in a flash or he really wants to escape from my lips and hands. I forget myself, just looking at those inviting wet lips. His lips are so eager, quivering, with his moist red tongue poise behind his white teeth. I slip my arm behind his naked shoulders and kiss him hard on his mouth! Our tongues struggle and meet and Chaim arches his body against the rope, eager to meet with me! My doubts faded away. This Chaim will me my boy! I leave his wet lips for a second and tell him, "You are a good boy, a great Indian Warrior. Your Master and Boss likes that." "Thanks, Jonathan, Thanks Boss," he whispers with a strange smile. My left forearm rest behind his little neck, and my right hand cares his hot young body. As our tongues battle and our lips writhe, I care his flat smooth chest, gently playing first one nipple and then the other. I move my fingertips over them, his boy nipples are soon hard and erect. Chaim moans and his body shivers! Slowly I move my hand lower, first exploring his little belly button, massaging the soft firm flat stomach. Feeling his warm smooth skin and the young muscles of his belly. Moving lower, searching for his hip bone. I reach the knot of his cotton loincloth. "Please!" "Why My boy? Tell me what you want, give up your pride, just tell me! I'm your Boss now and I can't be shocked," teasing my boy, "We had a battle and I won, remember." "Please, touch me there!" His voice trembles. My hand wanders down on his thigh. I move my hand around to its smooth very private inner flesh, and slowly upward, under his loincloth. Chaim moans more deeply as my fingers touch his smooth ball sack holding his little firm balls. I move my hand up and take his begging erection between my strong fingers. Gently stroking his beautiful cock, I redouble my tonguing of his hot, moist lips and now wide open mouth! I release his boy cock and feel for the knot that holds his loincloth in place. "No, no, don't do that! Please," he whispers, "I will be naked." "Yes, my boy, I want you to be naked. Our little prisoners are always naked. That's the way we do it here!" I slip the knot and pull the loincloth slowly away. Exposing Chaim's naked glory. I move my mouth from his lips to the soft skin his throat. Quickly going down to tongue his left hard nipple. My tongue is eager and demanding, and my teeth softly nibble at it. "Ugh, Jonathan!" Chaim groans with each teething of his sensitive flesh. I suck the nipple hard, holding it tight between my teeth as I move my head to pull the boy tit in circles. I move my tongue to the centre of his developed boy chest and across to his right nipple. It stands erect in anticipation of the same treatment from my hot mouth. I spare no effort to make sure both nipples were equally aroused. I move down to his belly button and invaded that soft fleshy cavern with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, yes, Jonathan! Please," Chaim breaths, "Please, Yes, Please, yes, Yes BOSS!" I clean his navel, pushing my tongue deep inside, circling around it, tonguing it in wider circles, then narrowing circles, coming again to the centre of this frontal valley of warm smooth flesh. I bring my hands down to cup his small hard butt. Chaim thrusts his stomach against the rope to get more contact with my hot wet mouth. As he fells into a rhythmic thrusting, I leave his little boy navel and move down to his boy cock. Slowly I take his shaft into my wet mouth and begin to suck his eager cock. His three and a half inch pride stands hard on his boy belly. His cock is a real promise of much greater things to come! I sit on my knees and my lips press hard against the base of his young boy cock, feeling the smooth flesh of his pubes. They are still free of hair, but with his cock and balls grown this large he will have soon real boy hair there. Chaim increases the pace of his thrusts, while I help him along. Stroking and holding his marble white butt cheeks. I pull his ass cheeks toward me as I suck and tongue his boy cock. My fingers grip each fleshy boy cheek harder, kneading his firm butt, urging him onward! I press my face hard against his lower belly, as I take his boy cock as far into my mouth as possible. His stomach sucks inward, taking the new sensations. My tongue tortures Chaim's hard young cock. His cock head pulsates when I sweep the tip of my tongue around its base. Young hot pre-cum drops from the tip, the sweet nectar is so good! My hot mouth grows wetter as my saliva mingles with his lovely pre cum. Chaim creates a slippery cave for his cock to give up its virginity! Still the boy is unable to move. In a flash I wonder to free him from his bonds. I decide against it. He needs his bonds in away. The boy moans and quickens his thrusts as my tonguing grows more fanatic. There is no doubt now, my hot little Indian want to spent his first load. I pull my head away, and stand in front of him. There is a shocked expression on his face. "Good boy, you are doing great. Give it time. Being your Boss and Master I know what is good for you. You understand that?" Slowly I just touch him with only with my finger. Chaim groans in frustration. I feel my own cock dripping in its own denim prison. Without warning I tie him completely immobile to the huge tree. I want him to built up a real load of boy cum for me. I kneel in front of him. "Well, my little Indian, I are completely in my power now. You will learn to please me your new White Master!" "Never!" my little sweet boy manages to whisper. Looking at his body and his proud little boy cock I know better. I put my tongue to his smooth ball sack, bathing this boy balls with a mixture of his own pre cum and my man-saliva that built up in my mouth. Chaim moans loud in protest, "Man, please Jonathan, suck my cock again! Don't torture me this way." "Not yet," I say firm, "My little boy, you haven't agreed to sign the Peace Treaty yet!" I leave a wet path as my mouth works toward his hip bone, tonguing his hot boy flesh. I work my tongue over to his belly button, invading it once again. Working down to the tender soft flesh just above his begging and throbbing cock. I didn't take his cock into my mouth again, instead sucking this smooth skin, torturing my little virgin boy. Who is now also my young sexy fiend. I want him to beg really hard for it. "Please! Suck my cock! Jonathan, Boss and Master I promise to sign the Treaty! I will smoke your peace pipe! I will do anything you want!" Chaim is delirious with passion now. He wants to release his boiling balls. I smile! "Good boy, let me hear it again, tell me who is the real Master here." "Jonathan, you are! Please! You are my Master!" I go down to my knees and take his boy cock into my mouth and restart my sucking off his beautiful cock. Chaim moans "Yes!" And he fights his bonds. Fighting against his ropes, he tries to thrust his hips against my face. His pre-cum drips freely. His rock hard cock pulses and grows larger than it had ever been before. Chaim's thrusts quicken. His body quivers as every muscle strains for his ultimate orgasm. "Ohhh, Nooooo!" he cries as his cock hardens even more and sweet-salty boy cum gushes into my open mouth. Chaim thrusts harder and faster against my face as his little cock spurts again and again! Time stops for both of us as Chaim empties his first boy orgasm into my wet eager open mouth! Waves of excitement hit his body. Higher and higher and begin to ebb as his cock spurts its last. Chaim's body shakes and he collapses into his bonds against the huge tree. His young body is spent. "Wow!" he exclaims finally, "I never dreamed anything like this could happen to me ever!" I showed his my open mouth, full of his boy sperm. I swallow his sweet load, look up at his red face and licking my lips smile, "Boy, you did great and your sperm taste great! Yes, I know, the first time is very special!" I see a little tear in his eye when he continues, "Jonathan, I'm so glad it was you!" "So am I," I assure him stroking his warm body. I bring my mouth to his and we kiss long and hard. I wince as the raging erection in my jeans protest the shift of my position. "What's wrong," Chaim asks as I pull away from him. "Boy, don't worry, we are not finished yet. It is just the case I have a little problem inside my jeans. Sorry, but I have to loosen my jeans. Can you stand that?" To be continued Reactions and suggestions are very welcome at: bchiamstory@yahoo.co.uk