Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 17:46:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Casual Observer <razihaze (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Pyke & Tyke, Chapter II

Pyke & Tyke

by RaziHaze

All standard disclaimers apply.  All characters in the following story (its
preceding chapters, and its subsequent chapters) are entirely fictional.
Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental.  The author does
not condone the actions in the following story.  There is a strict line
between fantasy and reality, and, under no circumstances, should adults and
minors have sexual activity in real life.  In real life, no one under the
age of eighteen (in fact, very few people under the age of twenty-one, in
the author's opinion), should be having sex, because they are not mature
enough.

If you are seriously considering having sex with a minor, please read no
further, and instead seek immediate psychiatric help.

remember to keep your fantasy life and your real life very separate!

The following story (its preceding chapters, and its subsequent chapters)
contain gay sex, sex between adults and minors, oral sex, anal sex,
anal-oral contact (rimming), urination (watersports), interracial sex,
group sex, and others.  if any of this offends you, please press the back
button on your browser now.

Under no circumstances should this story (or its preceding chapters, and
its subsequent chapters) be published on any websites without the author's
explicit consent.  If you wish to contact the author for the purposes of
redistributing this story, you may do so at Razi Haze @ Yahoo . com (remove
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The following are story codes that apply to this chapter and/or preceding
and/or subsequent chapters:

M/B, M+/B, WS, Rimming, PED, Gay, First, Orgy



Now sit back, drop those pants, and enjoy the story!




Chapter II



	Bailey closed his eyes, and basked in the warm water, letting
Pyke's arms envelop him, making him feel whole for the first time in his
young life.  After about fifteen minutes of this, and once Pyke was
satisfied that the two of them were clean, they exited the tub and dried
off.

	"How long can I stay here?" asked Bailey, who had assumed that his
new position as a cock slave was only temporary.

	"Well," began Pyke as he lifted the toilet seat and aimed his
flaccid cock at the water.  "I'm not kicking you out anytime soon, tyke."
He turned his head toward the boy, and spoke in a calm and kind voice, "Aim
my cock for me, faggot."

	Bailey rolled his eyes.  Now that the flood of blissful orgasm had
temporarily left his body, he was a little perturbed by being called a
"faggot."  Nonetheless, he walked toward his new master, and grasped his
giant cock, aiming it toward the toilet.  Unconsciously, Bailey muttered a
small, "oh," when he grabbed the monster dick, as his own tiny member
started to stiffen.

	Pyke let his hand rest on the back of Bailey's head, as let loose a
powerful stream of hot, yellow piss.  "You can stay here as long as you
want, tyke...you just have to follow my rules."

	"What are your rules?" replied Bailey, his eyes glued to the jet of
urine as it sprayed forth into the toilet.  There was something mesmerizing
about this; partially because he was serving Pyke, and partially because
what he was doing was so dirty.  Bailey had always been a little
rule-breaking punk, as far as he was concerned; but he had never really
been dirty.  And nothing compared to the fantastic feeling of being truly
perverted.

	"Well, you're going to have to do stuff like this a lot, Bailey,"
said Pyke, his hand drifting down the boy's back.  "Giving me help in the
bathroom, that is.  You'll also have your duties as my cock slave, but we
already discussed that."

	Bailey chuckled and mumbled "cock slave," to himself then scoffed
jokingly.

	"Let's see...You're also not allowed to wear clothes while you're
in my house without my express permission."  Pyke looked down at Bailey,
and grabbed his hair lightly, turning his face upward to meet his, "Is that
understood, faggot?"

	"Yeah," replied Bailey with a bit of an attitude. "Duh! I already
said I'd be your cock slave."  He winked at his master.  "Your wish is my
command," he giggled.

	"Why do you keep calling me a faggot?" the boy asked, looking away
so Pyke wouldn't be able to tell how embarrassed he was by that term.

	"Why do you think I keep calling you a faggot?"

	Bailey knew the answer but he shrugged anyway.  The stream of urine
died down, and Bailey proceeded to shake the tip of the cock, watching
little yellow droplets fly into the toilet.  Even after Pyke was done
pissing, Bailey refused to let go of the cock.  He never wanted to stop
touching it.

	"You like me don't you, Bailey?" Pyke emphasized the word `like,'
so Bailey would understand his meaning.

	"Yeah!" Bailey smiled and looked up into Pyke's eyes again.  "Of
course I do!"

	"And what do you call guys who fall in love with other guys?"
asked Pyke rhetorically.

	"Yeah, but what if I like girls too?"

	"Do you?" asked Pyke.

	Bailey shrugged, "You're the only person I've ever really,
y'know...liked." he wanted to say "love," but he was almost certain it was
too soon to start with that.

	"So, you're a faggot then," commanded Pyke.

	Bailey looked up to protest, but he was promptly cut off.

	"And if anyone asks," continued Pyke.  "You are to tell them just
that.  As long as you're my cock slave, you will admit to being gay...or
bisexual...or whatever you realize you are as you get older.  Okay?"

	Bailey thought for a moment before realizing that this was part of
his duty as a cock slave.  "I got it, I got it."

	"Good!"  Pyke smile, and bent down, giving the boy a quick kiss on
the cheek.

	Bailey, though, would have none of that!  He threw both of his arms
around Pyke's neck and planted a full kiss on the man's mouth, and began
sliding his tongue in between Pyke's lips.  He didn't let go of Pyke's neck
until he felt like their passionate kiss was complete.

	"Now," said Pyke, very glad he had found such a perfect boy.  "Let
me teach you how to give yourself an enema."

	"Enema?" asked Bailey as he started to make his way toward the
bathroom door.  "Is that one of those barrier reef things?"

	"That's an anemone," Pyke began a trek toward the sink and bent
down.

	Bailey stared uncontrollably at Pyke rummaging around amongst the
pipes and whatever was stored in the cabinet beneath the counter.  Pyke's
legs were spread and his knees bent and, consequently, his ass cheeks.
Bailey knew how sweaty Pyke's balls, thighs, and crotch could be; and now
he imagined the sweat that built up between the man's hairy ass cheeks, and
around the, now visible, asshole.  Bailey's cocklette throbbed, keeping
time like a metronome.

	Pyke stood up carrying an unopened box with an enema inside.  Pyke
had bought it over a year ago from a local pharmacy, anticipating that one
of his male companions would need it.  But, for whatever reason, it was
never used.  Either Pyke's other boys had cleaned themselves ahead of time,
or had just given Pyke a blowjob.  "This is an enema."

	Pyke opened the box and motioned for Bailey to watch him as he
filled it with warm water at the sink.  Bailey watched and listened with
interest as Pyke explained how to use the device; nodding and adding an
occasional "uh-huh," as the man spoke.

	"So, basically, it'll keep my ass clean for when you fuck me,"
Bailey said matter-of-factly.  He knew that it was just a matter of time
before Pyke's giant cock made its home up his ass.  He was actually excited
for that.

	Pyke nodded.  "Make sure you use the enema at least twice a day: in
the morning when you brush you teeth, and at night before you go to bed.
It's one of my rules."

	Bailey walked to the toilet, "Got it."  He put one let up on the
toilet seat, giving Pyke an amazing view of his exposed, virgin, rosebud,
and inserted the enema's nozzle.

	Pyke watched the lad for a moment, making sure that Bailey was
using the enema correctly, before leaving the bathroom.  As comfortable as
Pyke was letting Bailey (or anyone for that matter) watch him while he went
to the bathroom, he had absolutely no interest in Bailey using the toilet.
He returned to his bedroom and got dressed.  He finished dressing just as
his new cock slave existed the restroom, clean as a whistle.

	"So, punk," began Pyke as he slipped on his wristwatch.  "Why don't
you get dressed -- your clothes should be out of the washing machine by now
-- and brush your teeth; then we'll go get that belly button pierced.
How's that sound?"

	Bailey just smiled.

	Within a half-hour the two had finished getting ready and made it
downtown.  Pyke parallel parked his car, and the two trekked up and down
the large and busy sidewalk.  Bailey occasionally stopping to look through
the storefront windows.

	About a half-mile down from where they had parked the car was the
Tattoo Hut.  Over the past year, as Pyke slowly had his sleeve of tattoos
added to his left arm, he had bonded with that tattoo artist, Hank
Wilkinson, over their shared bisexuality.  They had never had a romantic or
sexual relationship, though (neither being the other's type), but their
personalities were certainly compatible as friends.

	As they entered the tattoo parlor, and smell of beer and stale pot
flooded their noses, Bailey did all he could to keep from laughing out of
sheer excitement.  He was finally going to get a piercing!

	"Long time no see," said Hank, who was standing behind the counter.
He was a heavily-tattooed man, wearing a leather vest, jeans, and
construction boots.  He had a completely shaved head, adorned with an
eyebrow ring and a braided chin beard.  As he held out his hand to shake
Pyke's, his vest flew open slightly, revealing that each of his nipples
were pierced.  Bailey was mesmerized by the sheer manliness that cascaded
from the man behind the counter.

	"It must've been, what, a whole month since you finished my
sleeve?" said Pyke with a deep chuckle in his voice as he shook
Hank's hand.

	"What're you interested in today, my friend?" asked Hank.

	"For me? Nothing.  But my new friend, Bailey, is interested in a
belly-button piercing."

	Bailey looked up at Hank, nodding his head forward, and -- in the
toughest-sounding voice his could muster -- said, "`Sup?"

	Hank motioned with his head toward the back of the shop, behind a
black curtain, as he laughed.  "Well, then a belly-button ring you shall
have."

	One behind the curtain, Bailey lowered himself onto the big chair,
and lifted up his shirt, revealing a tiny, innie navel.  Pyke moved behind
the boy, grabbing Bailey's old, worn shirt and pulling it completely over
his head.  Bailey briefly turned his head up, looking at Pyle, before
looking forward again.  Pyke placed his hand on his boy's chest and stroked
it gently, feeling the boy's heart race with anticipation.

	Pyke looked down at the boy's perfect chest and tiny nipples, when
it finally hit him that he was planning on having sex with this
boy...again.  The last time he had sex with someone more than once was
during his relationship with Brandy, and that had still only lasted a few
months.  But Bailey, despite how independent he was, was still just a boy,
and Pyke was making a commitment to keep this boy around, until he was
capable of taking care of himself permanently.  Even if Pyke tired of the
boy sexually, he could never, really, give him up: he had too much of
conscience.

	However, unlike all of Pyke's previous -- and temporary -- lovers,
Bailey was still young and malleable.  The boy could be trained and molded
into be the ideal sex slave.  Pyke didn't have to worry about whether or
not the boy shared his fetishes, or enjoyed sex one way over another:
because Bailey was a blank slate.  Maybe this boy was the perfect lover for
Pyke.  And maybe this relationship would last where all his others failed.

	Pyke pinched Bailey's left nipple, and said, "you're going to look
so sexy with a belly button ring."  He didn't care if Hank heard; Hank
wouldn't care if he was fucking a minor.

	Bailey blushed.  He wasn't blushing because he was called "sexy,"
he was blushing because he was called "sexy" in front of someone else,
Hank.  And, somehow, Pyke could sense that.  Bailey was more than a little
embarrassed, and something about that made his little dick harden slightly.
The small tent forming in his ripped shorts didn't go unnoticed by Pyke
either; he quickly came to the conclusion that his new cock slave liked
being humiliated.  Pyke smiled broadly.

	Hank had rolled his stool over to Bailey, his piercing gun in one
hand and a series of rings in the other.  "Any preference?" he asked as he
held his hand out, revealing studs of every color for Bailey to choose.

	Bailey mulled over his choices when Pyke's spoke, "The purple one."
Pyke had decided that Bailey looked good in the indigo shirt he had worn
earlier.

	Bailey nodded at Pyke's choice, and Hank positioned the piercing
gun above the boy's belly button.  Bailey barely reacted as the silver stud
broke his skin.  It hurt a little bit, but he would never admit to pain,
and certainly not allow himself to cry.

	The whole experience was over quickly, and Bailey had a new belly
button piercing.  Pyke helped him put his shirt back on.  Bailey held the
bottom of his shirt up to just below his nipples, as he stared downward,
fascinated by the violet stud in his navel.  In fact, even after Pyke had
paid Hank, and the two had exited the tattoo parlor, Bailey refused to let
the bottom of his shirt drop for about five minutes.

	Pyke encouraged Bailey to browse a few of the shops over the next
hour, intent on deciphering more of the boy's interests before lunch.  Pyke
learned that Bailey had, at one point, saved up for a skateboard.  The boy
had carefully hoarding away excess lunch money and hidden it in a shoebox
for five months before securing enough for a cheap second-hand board.  A
board that he adorned with stickers, and graffiti, and had taken apart and
rebuilt three times.  He was so pleased and attached to his board, that he
rarely went anywhere with out it.  Bailey even placing in a few local,
hastily-thrown-together competitions with the skateboard.  Then, only a few
days ago, it was stolen by a much older teenager during Bailey journey from
Minnesota to Ohio.

	When 12:30 rolled around, the two stopped at a café, Delilah's,
for something to eat.  Pyke ordered a salad, and Bailey ordered a
cheeseburger at the counter, and waited at an outdoor table for their food
to arrive.

	"We should stop on the way home and get you some new clothes," said
Pyke as he sipped some coffee, his eyes trained on the holes speckling
Bailey's old shirt.

	Bailey grinned at first.  He wasn't grinning because he was getting
new clothes (although, that fact certainly pleased him); rather, he was
happy because he Pyke had called his house "home," implying that it was now
just as much Bailey's as it was his.  He follows this smile with a shrug:
he didn't want Pyke to feel obligated into buying him things.  "Thanks."
Although he was grateful.

	After lunch, Pyke and Bailey stopped in a grand total of four
clothing stores -- although, they only purchased clothes in three of them.
Pyke let Bailey pick out ever outfit, only occasionally encouraging the lad
to choose specific colors; Pyke was, at this point, convinced that not only
did Bailey look really good in purple, but Pyke was significantly more
attracted to him when he was wearing that color.  In the end, they had
purchased about dozen pairs of cargo shorts, pants, and the like; and about
two dozen t-shirts.  Bailey picked out a new pair of sneakers, and a
collection of colorful ankle socks.  Pyke made a point of not letting
Bailey pick out any underwear.

	One done, the man and boy brought the flood of bags back to the
car, and locked them in the trunk.

	Pyke turned to Bailey and ran his hand through the lad's
hair.  He pulled out his wallet, and handed his cock slave five, crisp $20
bills.  "I have to pick up something at a store that's a few miles away,"
he began.  "I want you to go buy yourself a new skateboard, and whatever
else you can get with a hundred bucks, and meet me back in front of
Delilah's in one hour.  Okay?"

	Bailey was brimming.  He was going to get a new skateboard, and a
good one at that; not a cheap, second-hand one.  "Yeah!"

	Pyke had a few other motives behind this sending Bailey out on his
own though.  Aside from this brief separation giving him time to collect a
few `gifts' for his boy, this was giving Bailey an opportunity to leave.
He certainly did not want Bailey to leave; but he wanted to give Bailey
that chance.  Pyke wanted to be one-hundred-percent sure that Bailey was
staying with him under his own free will.  He was giving Bailey a choice:
he could buy a new skateboard, and return to a new, sex-filled life, or he
could take the $100 and run; maybe make it all the way to New York City.

	With trepidation in his heart, Pyke kissed Bailey's forehead, and
entered into his car.  He rolled down his window, "one hour."

	Bailey nodded and ran off down the sidewalk toward the skate shop
he had browsed in only a few hours ago.

	For the next hour, as Pyke picked out the numerous `gifts' he was
planning on giving to Bailey, he could only focus on that scary possibility
that he would return to Delilah's and find no one.  He gulped audibly as
the cashier rung up his purchases.

	Pyke drove back to Delilah's, and parallel parked his car.  He
looked around for a few moments, trying to find the boy.  When he didn't
immediately find Bailey waiting on the stoop outside Delilah's, his heart
sank.  He couldn't believe it: he was actually upset!  This shouldn't be
happening.  He had gone through countless one night stands over the years,
and had never once been upset by `losing' someone.  Pyke tried to coax
himself into letting it go: he could still return all those clothes he had
just bought.

	That was when the door to Delilah's flung open, and Bailey ran
outside.  He was carrying a new, purple skateboard in one hand, and a
coffee in the other.  "Hey!"  He shouted.  "Don't leave without me."
Bailey walked up to Pyke and handed him the coffee, "I think I remembered
it right...extra cream, no sugar, and like a tablespoon of cinnamon,
right?"

	Pyke nodded, took a sip of the coffee, and tousled Bailey's hair.
"Get in the car, punk," he said with a smile.  The two got into the car and
drove away.

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	Once back at the house, Pyke and Bailey brought the numerous bags
inside.  During this process, Bailey had a tough time putting down his new
skateboard.

	Bailey lifted up the large, plastic bag filled with the items that
Pyke had bought when the two separated for that hour.  "What's in here
anyway?" he asked as he balanced the bag in one had with his skateboard in
the other.

	"You'll see..." Pyke closed and locked the trunk before heading
inside.

	Once inside Pyke looked over and down at Bailey, and raised an
eyebrow.  "You're forgetting something, punk."

	Bailey thought for a moment, raising an eyebrow.

	"The rules," continued Pyke.

	Bailey understood immediately and swiftly removed his shirt, while
Pyke made his way toward the couch, reclining next to a flurry of shopping
bags.  As Bailey kicked off one of his new sneakers, Pyke held up his hand
in protest, "give me a show, cock slave."

	Bailey chuckled.  "Pervert."  He kicked his other sneaker, then
slowly began unbuttoning the fly on his torn cargo shorts.  He edged them
down his hips, now only clad in boxer briefs that should've been thrown out
years ago.  Bailey made his way over to Pyke, and straddled his legs on
either side of Pyke's.  He leaned in and kissed the man passionately on his
neck, feeling the rough, sandpaper-like five o'clock shadow grind against
his cheeks.  "I'm gonna rock your world, sexy man."

	"You're a fast learner," replied Pyke, running his hand down
Bailey's back, letting it rest right above his perfect, bubbly ass.

	"I am," said Bailey with all the confidence in the world.  "I'm
also smart, and I kick ass, now why don--"

	"--Finish getting undressed," commanded Pyke.  "I
wan't to see my new slave in all his glory."

	Bailey scooted off of the man's lap, and stood back up.  With his
back turned, he started bending his waist, his back arched, shimmying his
tight boxer briefs down past his knees.  He bent over further as he kicked
the underwear across the hardwood floor of the living room, revealing his
tight, pink -- still virginal -- hole.  And he knew that was exactly what
he was doing.  He was teasing Pyke.

	Now naked, the satyr-boy fell to his hands and knees, and crawled
over toward Pyke, mimicking how he imagined a stripper must act.  Once he
had made his way between Pyke's legs, Bailey readjusted himself so he was
kneeling, then leaned his head forward and inhaled.  He wanted to smell the
sweat that had built up along Pyke's inner thighs over the hours they had
shopped downtown.  With a hint of nervousness in his eyes, Bailey opened
his mouth, and slid out his tiny, pink tongue, and licked Pyke's fly,
ending with a kiss on Pyke's pant button.  "What do you want me to do?"

	"I'm going up to my bedroom," began Pyke.  Bailey leaned back as
Pyke started standing.  "And I'm gonna teach you how to give me a `round
the world."

	"What's a `round the world?" asked Bailey as he sat down on the
floor, his legs spread, and his three-inch cocklette pointing strait toward
the sky.

	"I'll teach you," responded Pyke.  He reached over toward one of
the many shopping bags on the couch, and tossed it casually toward Bailey.
"Pick out a pair, and put it on, before you come upstairs."

	The bag that Pyke had tossed to Bailey was filled with what he had
purchased during their hour separation earlier that day.  Within it were
about twenty pairs of low-rise bikini briefs (mostly colored purple), and a
ten-inch, transparent purple dildo -- just a little smaller than Pyke's own
ten and a half-inch monster cock.  The store that Pyke had visited was an
adult-oriented lingerie, sex-toy, and porn shop called "Diamond in
the Rough."

	By the time the bags contents had registered in Bailey's mind, Pyke
was already upstairs, in the master bedroom.  Tentatively Bailey removed a
pair of purple bikini briefs from the bag, when it hit him that -- aside
from the torn boxer briefs he had just kicked across the room, and another
equally worn pair that he had packed for his journey from Minnesota --
these were the only pairs of underwear he owned.  That meant that he'd have
to wear slutty underwear while he was skateboarding, going to school, and
going through everyday non-sexual activities.  This thought was, on one
hand, humiliating.  On the other hand though, his cocklette twitched at the
idea of being sexualized and (somewhat) objectified.

	Bailey resolved not to think about the implications of the
underwear-situation, and just shrugged.  He slipped on the pair of
underwear -- he had chosen the purple one because he had figured out at
this point that Pyke liked it when he wore that color.  They were a perfect
fit, and very-low rise, showing off a substantial portion of his ass crack.
He stared over his shoulder, trying to get a good look at his ass.  Once
satisfied, he started toward the master bedroom, holding the dildo in his
left hand.

	The bedroom door was opened, and, once Bailey made his way past the
threshold, a flash of light hit his eyes.  Naked, and sitting on a lounge
chair, was Pyke, holding his digital camera.

	"Pose for me, punk" commanded Pyke.  He threw one of his hands
behind his head, revealing his hairy and sweaty armpit.  His cock, although
still not fully hard, was still massive, and, in its semi-erect state,
pointed directly at Bailey.

	Bailey knew that it was just a matter of minutes before he would be
on his knees kissing Pyke's balls, and cleaning the smegma out from under
his foreskin, and he smiled.  He put one hand on his hip, and turned his
head on an angle, and held up the giant dildo close to his face: a pose he
imagined was sexy.

	Pyke snapped a picture of his boy.  "Move closer to me, tyke."

	Bailey rolled his eyes and walked closer to Pyke until he was
standing between the man's hairy legs.  The musky smell emanating from
Pyke's crotch bombarded Bailey's senses making his cock throb and his
heartbeat accelerate.  Bailey took a deep breath and wagged the dildo in
Pyke's direction.  "What's this for?" he asked, as if he didn't know.

	"What do you think?"

	Bailey just laughed.

	"Blow it," commanded Pyke forcefully.

	Bailey fell to his knees and placed the base of the dildo on the
floor, pointing it up toward the ceiling.  Pyke removed himself from the
chair and knelt down in front of the boy, his camera aimed at Bailey's face
and sly smile.  Bailey opened his mouth, and let his tiny pink tongue slide
out; he slowly swiped his tongue along the shaft of the dildo, from balls
to head.

	Pyke snapped a picture of this marvelous act, causing Bailey to
chuckle.  Bailey liked being dirty, and, even more than that, he liked that
Pyke saw him as dirty.  As he continued licking the rubber cock, Bailey
inadvertently moaned.  He giggled again as he moaned: he didn't mean to
sigh as he licked (the rubber didn't even taste that good), but the sheer
perverseness of his actions lit him aflame with passion.  He opened his
mouth and descended onto the monstrous phallus, swallowing a full nine
inches with ease.  With his cheeks bulging, his hands gripping rubber
testicles, and his throat stretched, Bailey looked up at Pyke.

	"You're such a fuckin' perv, you know that, tyke?" asked Pyke, his
own cock now nearing full mast.

	Bailey responded with an enthused, "Mm-hmm."  The boy gulped and
swallowed, massaging the dildo with his throat, as if it were real and
feeling pleasure.  He started bobbing his head up and down on purple cock,
leaving a trail of saliva streaking up the shaft of the dildo.  He never
stopped moaning.  And Pyke never stopped taking pictures.

	"Okay, faggot...you can stop now."  Pyke said.

	Bailey, regretfully, pulled the dildo from his throat and mouth, a
puddle of saliva exiting with the phallus.  He turned his face to Pyke and,
with a devious look in his eyes, licked his lips.  "Yours tastes better."

	"That's what I like to hear," said Pyke, standing up.  "Ready to
give me a `round the world?"  He walked over to the lounge chair and sunk
into it.

	Bailey crawled between Pyke's legs, and repositioned himself so he
was sitting on his knees; he was eye level with the hard cock he had
learned to love over the past day.  He leaned forward, shoved his nose
directly into Pyke's bushy pubic hair and sniffed loudly.  "So," said
Bailey, his nose still buried in hair.  "What's a `round the world?"

	"You're going to lick every inch of my body," answered Pyke
matter-of-factly.

	"Well I know where I'm going to start," said Bailey.  He moved his
head downward and started kissing and licking the man's giant balls.  He
let his tiny tongue gently caress the front of Pyke's right testicle to the
base of his dick.  Bailey lifted the testicle with his tiny hand then
shoved his face underneath the slick ball sack.  He licked the underside of
Pyke's right testicle, letting his tongue slide softly along the taint.  He
sighed as the wonderful musky and salty taste enveloped his tongue.  The
sound of lips smacking, and skin slapping filled the room.

	Pyke wanted Bailey to continue...but he also wanted to last.  "Calm
down for a moment, tyke."

	Bailey pulled his head out from the man's crotch and looked up at
Pyke quizzically.  "What's wrong."

	"Start on my toes, punk," was Pyke's only command.  "Now."

	Bailey smiled and scooted down to the floor, lying on the hardwood
on his stomach.  He lifted himself up slightly, not liking the feeling of
his new piercing poking into him when he laid flat on his stomach.  Bailey
sniffed Pyke's size 12 and a half foot, and found that -- like the scent of
Pyke's crotch and sweat in general -- he liked the fragrance.  He grabbed
Pyke's left foot in between both of his small hands, and held it to his
face.  He opened his mouth and let the big to slide between his lips.  He
let his tongue slide over the surface of the calloused toe, and he let a
flurry of sensations overtake his body.

	Feverishly he bobbed his mouth up and down on the toe, before
switching to the next one down the line.  He stuck his tongue between the
toes and let his saliva bathe the knuckles, kissing them as he shuffled
from digit to digit.  Pulling his face up momentarily, a dreamy-eyed Bailey
looked at Pyke's face and commented, "even your feet taste good, dude."  He
softly kissed the foot before him, and switched to the right foot, where he
repeated the process of kissing, licking, and sucking.

	After a few minutes, Bailey started letting his tongue slide up
toward Pyke's ankles, intent on tasting even the `boring' parts of his
master.

	"Okay, tyke, let's keep movin'," said Pyke, looking downward.

	"Huh?"

	"Come up here," Pyke continued, leaning back in his chair, and
indicating that Bailey should join him.

	Bailey rolled his eyes, and stood up, then crawled into Pyke's lap.
He made sure to duck his head down as he climbed onto Pyke, making his face
get as close as possible to Pyke's sweaty crotch.  Nothing he had
experienced was as awesome as that smell...well, maybe its taste.  He now
straddled Pyke, his knees nestled on either side of the man's thighs.
Bailey smiled; he wanted to kiss Pyke, but thought -- considering that his
tongue had just been massaging Pyke's sweating toes -- that maybe he should
wait until later: maybe after he had brushed his teeth.  Instead he stared
into Pyke's beautiful brown eyes and asked, "What now?"

	"My chest needs a tongue bath too, cock slave," said Pyke
as he leaned forward and kissed Bailey's forehead.

	Bailey, to his own surprise, blushed.  He knelt downward, sliding
part of his legs off the chair, until his face was level with the bush of
wiry pubic hair adorning Pyke's massive cock like a lion's mane.  Lowering
his head and pursing his lips, Bailey planted a soft kiss at the center of
Pyke's mass of pubic hair.  He inhaled, and sniffed, letting the wonderful
smell of man overtake him.  He was oblivious to the fact that Pyke was
still snapping pictures.

	Bailey's tiny tongue exited between his lips once more, and he
swiped a long, passionate swipe from the hairy bush of Pyke's crotch up
toward his belly button, occasionally letting a tiny kiss pepper the path.
He let his eyes wander upward to see the expression on Pyke's face before
giggling slightly.  He brazenly dug his tongue inside Pyke's belly button,
and swirled it around, new flavors flooding his mouth.  He closed his eyes,
and proceeded to vigorously make out with the tiny hole, occasionally
moaning or sighing just a little too loudly.

	Bailey began to mumble , "I lo..." but stopped.  Bailey
wasn't sure if he was going to say "I love you," or "I love doing
this." But, he was sure that he was going to say something he wasn't ready
to say.  He stopped himself before Pyke realized he was doing anything
other than mumbling.

	About five minutes and twenty pictures later, Bailey decided he had
finished his loving assault on Pyke's navel, and slid his tongue further
upward toward Pyke's chest.

	"Suck my nipples, faggot," ordered Pyke as his right hand grabbed
the back of Bailey's head and guided toward his left nipple.  "Right
there."

	Bailey, without questioning, opened his mouth and pressed his
tongue to the pointed center of the brownish nipple, letting his lips
encircle the rest of it.  He sucked in, like a vacuum, pulling one the
nipple with a little more force than he had sucked on Pyke's belly
button.  Bailey's eyes closed, and his eyelashes tickled Pyke's left
pectoral.  The lad threw one hand onto Pyke's shoulder, and let the
other grip Pyke's right nipple and pectoral.  He squeezed slightly
on the right nipple while he sucked on the left.  He let his hand and
fingers run through Pyke's wiry chest hair, enjoying the sensation as he
did so.  He was now moaning loudly and unabashedly.

	Pyke laid his hand on Bailey's forehead and pushed him gently away
from his nipple.  Bailey opened his eyes in response, and looked up at Pyke
questioningly.

	Pyke smiled, and -- unbeknownst to Bailey -- flipped a switch on
his digital camera, setting it to video.  "You're such a good faggot,
tyke," he said in a gruff voice.

	Bailey smiled.  "Uh-huh," he said without thinking.

	"You like doing all of this, tyke?"

	"Yeah," Bailey responded.  He was just telling the truth.  He was
too overcome with sensation to censor himself.

	"Tell me what you are."

	"I'm your cock slave," he chuckled and kissed Pyke's nipple softly.
"And I love worshipping your body," he continued.  The word `worshipping'
had just come to him.  He didn't ponder on the phrase before he spoke it:
it just came out.  But, after he said it, he realized it was true.  As far
as Bailey was concerned, Pyke was a god, and Bailey was his zealous (or,
possibly over-zealous) priest.  Bailey was worshipping him.

	Pyke was taken aback by Bailey's admission, and his heart skipped a
beat.  Not even the kinkiest of his numerous partners had ever muttered
words half as perfect as that.  He breath quickened for a second, and his
massive cock throbbed.  He gulped before decided how to respond.  "Good
boy.  Now, get back to your worshipping, and, if you do a good job, I'll
give you a big, cum-filled, reward."

	"Oh yeah!" said Bailey as he dove his face back downward.  He let
his tongue return to massaging Pyke's nipple.

	After another few minutes at Pyke's left nipple, he readjusted
himself and repeated his actions on the man's right nipple.  He gently
pinched and played with Pyke's hairy chest and he sucked.  Without
thinking, Bailey closed his eyes and just let the myriad of sensations
overcome him.  And, after still another few minutes -- Pyke recording a
video the entire time -- Bailey decided he had finished on Pyke's right
nipple.

	Bailey stuck his tongue out again, and swiped it in the crease
beneath Pyke's hefty pectorals.  He got a few stray hairs lodged in his
mouth in the process, but also gathered a lot of sweat on his tongue.  When
he was done he rested his head on Pyke's chest and looked up into
his eyes.

	"What's next?" Bailey asked.  He shifted his gaze so he was looking
directly into the camera.  Bailey had concluded from the fact that he
hadn't seen a flash or heard a shutter click in some time, that Pyke must
be recording a video now; and decided that he should be playing to the
camera.

	Pyke held the camera in his right hand and lifted his left hand
over his head, revealing his hairy, sweaty, dripping, armpit.  "Work on my
armpit next, faggot."  Pyke smiled down at Bailey.

	Bailey didn't hesitate for a second.  He just grinned shifted
himself so that he was kneeling, and dove his face directly into
Pyke's armpit.  Before licking he inhaled deeply; he wanted to
smell that wonderful, intoxicating scent that was Pyke's manly sweat.  He
moaned loudly.  He opened his lips and took some armpit hair into his
mouth.  He sucked on the hair, squeezing the sweat from between the
strands, and swallowing rapidly.

	Bailey opened his mouth again, and stuck out his tongue.  He let it
glide up the length of Pyke's underarm, matting down the wiry hair as he
did so.  He repeated this motion again and again.  Continuing for close to
five minutes before all of Pyke's armpit hair lay flat against his skin,
and Bailey was sufficiently satisfied that he had sucked out every last
drop of sweat from the underarm.

	Bailey didn't wait for any word from Pyke; instead he switched
sides and grabbed Pyke's powerful right bicep, lifting the arm above the
man's head.  He dove his face directly into Pyke's other arm and started
the process again.

	Doing this left the camera in Pyke's right hand; making for a very
awkward view angle.  But, it left Pyke's left hand free.  Pyke used this
opportunity to grab Bailey's ass.  He rubbed it softly at first, then he
slapped it gently.  Pyke gripped the beautiful bubble butt in his hand, and
squeezed and kneaded it roughly.  "I'm gonna fuck that ass before the week
is over," he said commandingly; and he meant it.  He didn't plan on fucking
Bailey that day, he needed to get Bailey ass used to a finger or two
first...but it wouldn't be long before Pyke would bury his entire ten
and a half inches inside his cock slave, and he knew it.

	Bailey knew this was true to.  The feeling of his ass being rubbed.
But, more than that, Bailey liked being told that he was going to get
fucked.  He actually looked forward to pleasing Pyke.  He hadn't even known
the man for a full day, but there was nothing he had ever been more sure of
in his short life: nothing felt better than making Pyke feel good.

	Pyke slipped his finger between Bailey's ass cheeks, and started
poking gently at the boy's virginal hole.  Pyke removed his finger, and
brought it toward Bailey's face.

	Bailey looked up at the large finger before him.  "Yeah?" he asked.

	"Suck it." said Pyke.

	Bailey complied.  He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and
pretended that the finger before him was dick.  He sucked on it, and
slobbered on it.  He removed the finger from his mouth and licked it from
base to tip before planting a kiss on the nail.  He looked up at Pyke,
"Like that?"

	Pyke nodded and moved the finger back to the boy's asshole.  In
one, quick motion, he pushed the finger, down to the first knuckle, inside
Bailey's ass.

	Bailey's head flung backward, as the boy released an exclamatory
"Oh!"  A bit of pain shot through his nerves.  But that pain was mixed
equally with pleasure.  Then, slowly, the pain subsided.  Bailey turned his
head over his shoulder to watch as Pyke started extracting the finger
slowly before reinserting it.  Bailey matched each thrust of the finger
with an enthusiastic "uh," or "ooh."  He was getting fingered!

	Bailey realized that he had temporarily forgotten his job and
turned his head back to Pyke's armpit, shoved his face back into the hairy
forest of underarm hair, and continued licking.

	Pyke, meanwhile, didn't let up, as he continued vigorously finger
fucking his cock slave.  When Pyke noticed that Bailey was pushing his ass
into the finger with every thrust -- and, consequently, realizing that
Bailey must enjoy the sensation --Â Pyke decided to add another finger.  In
one sharp movement, Pyke pulled his middle finger out from Bailey's tight
hole, and reinserted it, alongside his index finger.  He roughly started
thrusting in-and-out with two fingers, as Bailey's tongue invaded his
underarm.  That was when Pyke noticed that Bailey was humping against his
hand even faster than before.

	The flood of feeling that was hitting Bailey was all too much for
him to handle.  He suddenly couldn't keep his eyelids open anymore.  His
jaw dropped and saliva dripped from between his lips.  Bailey eyes rolled
back, and his toes started to curl.  He felt his left knee bend, while his
right knee buckled.  His breathing rate tripled, and he lost all sense of
where he was.  Suddenly, he was floating, he was back in that heavenly
place that he had experienced for the first time only hours earlier.  All
of his fears and anxieties were washed away again, and replaced once more
with pure bliss.  Everything was in the right place in his universe, and
paradise had made its home tingling under Bailey's skin.  His tiny,
three-inch cocklette, throbbed, and his muscles lost their momentum.  But,
slowly, Bailey settled back in reality, and his eyes slowly opened.  He
found himself looking again at Pyke's sweaty, hairy, and now saliva-covered
armpit.  He cooed softly.

	"Did my little cock slave have another orgasm?" asked Pyke as he
gently removed his fingers from between Bailey's tight asshole.

	Bailey just mumbled a quite "uh-huh."  He started to sit back up,
until he fell into place in Pyke's lap.  "It was awesome."

	"That's a good boy, tyke."  Pyke responded.  "But you're job's not
done yet."

	Bailey, still recovering slightly from his orgasm, smiled broadly.
"What's next, sexy?"

	"Now it's time for my rim job."

	"What's that?" asked the boy, anxious to find out.

	"Get between my legs."

	Bailey shrugged and slid off the chair, and between Pyke's legs.
Instinctively, he moved his head forward, and sniffed Pyke's massive balls.
Letting his tongue slide, and play with Pyke's piercing.  That was when
Pyke lifted his legs.

	As Pyke's knees went up until they rested on the chair, Bailey
lowered his head slightly, and started bathing Pyke's crotch and taint as
he had done earlier that morning.  He moaned, enjoying the wonderful taste
of the man's sweaty groin.

	"Lower," said Pyke gently.

	Bailey complied, and moved his face downward until his tongue
rested nearer to the bottom of Pyke's taint.

	"A rim job, tyke," began Pyke as he aimed the camera at Bailey's
face.  "A rim job is when you give my asshole a tongue bath...can you do
that, faggot?"

	Bailey took a second to pull his head back and look directly at
Pyke's asshole.  It was dark brown, and very hairy.  There was even hair
coming out of Pyke's asshole...something that surprised the lad.  The hole
was so dark that Bailey couldn't tell if it was clean or not.  But, based
on the fact that the hair was matted down, Bailey could tell that the ass
crack was as sweaty as, if not sweatier than, Pyke's armpits.  That
excited the lad, whose cocklette was already at full mast again.

	He knew he enjoyed the smell, as the scent flowed toward his
nostrils.  Bailey gulped, and decided that this would be the true test of
how good a cock slave he could be.  He leaned forward, and, tentatively,
stuck out his tongue.  He touched his tongue to Pyke's asshole to discover
that -- as he predicted -- he enjoyed the taste as much as he enjoyed the
smell.  He smiled, stuck his tongue out further, and began licking the hole
vigorously.

	"Good boy," was all Pyke needed to say.

	Bailey closed his eyes, and began bathing the crevasse in his
saliva.  He soon discovered, each time that this tongue touched the asshole
itself, that Pyke's asshole wasn't all that clean.  Sure, Pyke had wiped
himself, but his asshole was by no means immaculate or even close.  And
Bailey didn't care at all.  Bailey knew that cleaning a slightly-dirty ass
with his tongue (for lack of a better phrase) was kinkier than rimming
freshly-scrubbed one.  And that just made his cocklette throb even more.
The boy began making out with the ass crack.  He sucked on the hairs, and
used his tongue to scrub the sweatiest regions of Pyke's cavern.

	"Stick your tongue up my asshole," directed Pyke from behind the
video camera.

	Bailey didn't even think twice.  He moved his head downward, and
launched his tongue inside the sweaty abyss.  It was by no means clean
inside of Pyke, but Bailey didn't care.  In fact, he relished the fact that
Pyke wasn't entirely clean.  He swirled his tongue around inside the hole.
Bailey closed his eyes, turned his head to the side, and began tongue
kissing the asshole, like a lover.  He used his hands to kneads Pyke's
hairy ass cheeks gently; but he never lost sight of his objective: to
experience every flavor that inhabited Pyke's nether regions.

	It was at this point, that Bailey found himself unconsciously
humping the air.  His muscles weakened again, and his face started falling
forward pushing his nose against Pyke's ass crack.  Without even being
touched, Bailey was having another orgasm.  He found heaven re-entering his
body.  And his veins sparked alive again with the otherworldly sensation
that had encompassed his body only minutes before.  Somehow, despite the
powerful feelings overcoming him, Bailey's tongue never lost its
enthusiasm, as the boy continued to vigorously tongue Pyke's asshole.

	Once his orgasm had subsided, and Bailey was satisfied that he had
sucked and licked off every drop of sweat and whatever else inhabited
Pyke's ass, the boy leaned back onto the hardwood floor.  He looked up at
Pyke, and grinned broadly.

	"You got some brown on your nose, punk," said Pyke with a chuckle.
He grabbed his cock at the base with his left hand, as he continued filming
with the camera in his right hand.  "Finish me off."

	Bailey didn't need to hear another word.  He jumped upward and
stared down at the beautiful ten and a half inch beauty before him.  He
stuck out his tongue and dug it underneath Pyke's foreskin, swirling it
around enthusiastically, searching for smegma.  Bailey grabbed the cock
with his tiny hand and pulled the foreskin back; he swiped the tongue
quickly underneath the cock head, picking up the final pieces of cock
cheese before looking up into Pyke's eyes.  Something about this whole
experience made the boy blush.

	Bailey shook off the blush and lifted his head.  He opened his
mouth as wide as it would go and descended onto the monster cock before
him.  He pushed and pushed until his entire mouth was filled with the
wonderful phallus.  Then he pushed more, letting the head slide past his
uvula and down his throat.  It was at that point that Bailey decided that
this time he was going to swallow the whole cock.

	Bailey closed his eyes, and relaxed his throat.  He started sliding
the cock downward, causing his neck to bulge ever-so-slightly.  He had to
concentrate on breathing through his nose, while simultaneously concentrate
on not gagging.  He felt Pyke's hand on the back of his head pushing him
down more and more.  Bailey breathed in heavily and his cocklette began
throbbing again.

	Pyke let his fingers intertwine between Bailey's wavy, shaggy hair
as he continued guiding the cock slave lower.  He stopped when Bailey had
swallowed about eight inches of the gigantic member, and moved his hand to
the side of Bailey's face, rubbing the boy's cheek gently.

	Bailey, however, was not content to stop his descent, and pushed
more.  He continued downward, only stopping twice, briefly, to prevent
himself from chocking.  And soon, he felt his nose buried again in the
fragrant mass of pubic hair that he loved so much.  He inhaled through his
nose, and felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him.  He had swallowed
all ten and a half inches of the magnificent dick.

	Bailey reached out with his little fingers and started playing with
Pyke's balls, while he swallowed, massing the cock with his throat.  He
founding himself once again unconsciously moaning.  Bailey started bobbing
his head up and down, as he let his right hand drift to Pyke's abdominal
muscles.  He played with Pyke's hair as he opened his eyes and looked up at
the camera.  He swallowed again.

	Pyke, at this point was getting ever-closer to his climax.  He
pulled back on Bailey's hair until just the head of his cock lay inside the
boy's mouth.  He was filled with pleasure at the sight of the cock slave
before him.  "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, tyke.  You want that?"

	"Mmm-hmm," was all Bailey could manage to mumble.  He knew from
that morning that semen had one of the most delicious flavors he had ever
tasted.  He bobbed his head and swirled his tongue with more energy than he
had yet.  He continued his assault on the cock head until he felt the
mushroom-shaped head of the phallus expand in his cheeks.  That was when
the thick, white semen began unloading into the boy's mouth.

	Bailey swallowed furiously, trying to not spill a single drop.
However, the cum squirted faster than Bailey could swallow, and he soon
began to gag.

	Pyke grabbed Bailey by the hair and pulled him off the cock head
before he choked, content on spraying the rest of his load onto the little
punk's face.  A total of twenty thick, gooey spurts landed on Bailey's
cheeks, nose, eyes, and hair before Pyke's cumming finally subsided to a
mere drizzle.  Pyke wiped the head of his cock softly against Bailey's
cheek, painting it for a moment...giving his face a good whitewash.

	Bailey sighed and grinned.  He sat back onto the floor, and,
without thinking too much about it, started scooping up the semen that
covered his face with his fingers, and spooning it into his mouth.  He
moaned and smacked his lips as he licked his fingers clean.

	Pyke stood over the boy, and finished the video as the lad ate up
the cup of semen that had just been poured all over his face.  He flipped
the switch on the camera, leaned back in his chair, and sighed.  "You're
amazing, Bailey."

	"Damn right!" Bailey chuckled.  "You're not so bad yourself."  The
boy stood up and sat on Pyke's lap.  He laid his head down on Pyke's hairy
chest and breathed in deeply.  "That was amazing."

	"You liked rimming me, tyke?" asked Pyke as he gently rubbed the
boys back.

	"Totally!" said Bailey enthusiastically.  He turned his head and
looked into Pyke's eyes.  "I can't wait to get fucked."

	"Be patient, punk," responded Pyke.  "I'll be fucking you before
the week's over."  He squeezed Bailey's ass.  "I own this ass."

	"You own all of me," said Bailey as if it were a simply plain fact.
He liked being, for all intents and purposes, an object that Pyke owned.
It gave him a sense of security.  "I belong to you."

	Pyke lifted Bailey up and set him standing on the floor.  Then Pyke
stood up himself.  "Come with me."  He motioned to the boy and began moving
toward the bathroom.

	Once inside the master bathroom, Pyke leaned against the tiled
wall, and pointed at the large bathtub.  "Sit in the tub."

	Bailey, who had followed Pyke like a puppy, shrugged.  He walked
toward the tub, and sat down, cross-legged, inside.  He looked up at Pyke,
and leaned back, his hands on the bottom of the tub behind him.  "What
now."

	"Now," began Pyke as he walked toward the tub until he was
standing in front of Bailey.  "I'm going to claim you as mine, officially."

	"What do you mean?" asked Bailey, curiously.

	"I'm going to mark you as my territory."  Pyke smiled.

	Suddenly Bailey understood what was going to happen.  Bailey had a
little more than a second for the idea to sink in before urine started
spraying out of the glorious cock above him.

	Pyke aimed the yellow stream first at Bailey's tiny three-incher.
"Your cock belongs to me," he said.

	Bailey just smiled.  The strong smell of the piss filled his
nostrils, and the boy's wet cock started to throb harder than it had all
day.

	Pyke aimed the cock upward.  "Your chest is mine," he said,
showering Bailey's nipples in the golden fluid.

	Bailey stood up quickly, and turned around.  Without being told he
bent over and displayed his ass for Pyke.  "My ass is yours," he said
without prompting.  When he felt that his ass was sufficiently wet, Bailey
turned back around and knelt down before Pyke.  He was almost bowing to the
man, the man he worshipped.

	Then Pyke moved his stream further upward.  "Your face is mine."
He started spraying Bailey's face and hair with piss.

	Bailey instinctively closed his eyes to prevent the stinging liquid
from hitting them.

	"Open your mouth, punk," said Pyke as he aimed the urine directly
at the boy's mouth.  And, to Pyke's surprise, Bailey opened up.  Not even
the dirtiest of his one-night stands had done anything remotely as dirty as
this.  "Just let your mouth fill up."

	Pyke moved closer to the boy as his stream started to subside.
Bailey's mouth started to overflow just a second or two before the pissing
finally stopped.

	Bailey opened his eyes; he still didn't swallow.  He looked
directly into Pyke's eyes, with the most loving gaze he could muster.

	"Gargle my piss, punk," ordered Pyke.

	Bailey complied.  And little droplets of urine splashed out of his
mouth as he swirled the liquid around.

	"Swallow," commanded the man.

	And Bailey did just that.  In two big gulps, his mouth was empty.
And, just to prove that, he opened his mouth wide once he had swallowed to
show that his mouth was now empty.  "All gone," he said then chuckled.

	"I might have to add another bullet point to your job description
as my cock slave." said Pyke as he shook his cock, flinging a few stray
drops of piss onto Bailey.

	"What's that?" asked the boy as he stood back up, and leaned
against the wall.

	"My urinal."

	Bailey laughed.  "I like that idea."

	"Why don't you shower off, little faggot," said Pyke as he
stretched.  "Brush your teeth, get all clean, then we'll go watch
TV for a little bit before diner."  Pyke wanted to kiss Bailey; but the man
had never really developed a taste for urine...plus, he was sure that
Bailey's tongue probably also tasted of his ass.  "Hurry up, though," Pyke
said, as he made his way out of the bathroom.

	Bailey watched Pyke's hairy ass as he walked away.  He loved the
taste of that ass.  He wanted to call out "I love you" to the man...but he
was certain it was too soon in the relationship for that.  Instead he just
smiled warmly, and turned on the shower.



I hope you enjoyed Chapter II.  Please email me any comments, or
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