Date: Sun, 04 Feb 2007 11:08:22 +0100
From: Chaim B. <bchaim@hotmail.com>
Subject: Roberto's new life

Roberto's new life
By Chaim (bChaim)
bchaim@hotmail.com

(M/t, oral, anal, 1st time, hum, dom, underw, authoritarian)

The following story is fiction! It involves sexually explicit erotic events
between a young teen and his master. If you are offended by such material or
are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. It's up
to you!
In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. Make
sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a
condom.
English is not my mother tongue, sorry for any mistakes.

This work is copyrighted to the author 2007. Please don't remove my author
information or make any changes to this story. You may post this story
freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial
sites. You are the moral obligation to let me know if my story is published
somewhere.

First published June 2005; `Rough Summer 2005'
Complete Revisited version February 2007; `Roberto's new life'

Thanks to all who sent me a reaction on my `Dutch foreskin', `Joshua 1 till
3' (part 4 will follow soon) and my `Daddy's sons' stories.

Some asked me a list of my stories. Well it is a list of about 90 stories
(sometimes with different chapters) so too much to publish below this story.
I will mail the list to you on request. bchaim@hotmail.com

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Roberto's new life
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Anthony looked around his room and felt proud. He was a young teacher at a
Private School, `the Castle' in the Middle of the Netherlands. Anthony got
his degree at College just two years ago and he loved his first job. Anthony
stood up and stretched his tall figure. He worked out a lot and enjoyed
every second of it. His body showed his progress. He was dark, strong,
tanned and handsome. His close chopped dark hair felt great and his tanned
face, dark eyes, showed well in the huge mirror of his bedroom.

Anthony stood in front of his king-sized mirror at the wall and studied his
reflection. He had chosen his clothes with care for this special evening. He
took a shower and dreamed away.
Anthony loved `power games' and this night will be His Night, he was sure of
that. He toweled his strong body dry and put on a tight pair of white
briefs. The bulge of his strong cock showed nicely. A black T shirt
followed, open in a deep V below his neck, showing some of his black chest
hairs above his nipples, were his armpits were exposed and his muscular
biceps looked even more powerful; his tight fitting blue jeans with a broad
black belt around his narrow waist were next. Anthony left his feet bare, he
liked to feel his feet firm on the floor.
Anthony still questioned his underwear, would he need it? Anthony smiled and
the answer was `no', but he left his white briefs on. He thought about
Roberto and gave himself a grin, looking at the powerful athlete in the
mirror. His big cock bulged under his tight fitting blue jeans and his hard
ass cheeks were outlined the right way.
Anthony knew the teen would be impressed. He was grateful for all those long
hours at the gym as he ran his hands over his muscular chest under his skin
tight black T shirt and he played with the outline of his little strong
nipples, he felt the power in his strong arms. Anthony got horny and slowly
his cock started to rise. With a big smile he touched the beginning of his
boner... but it was too early for that!

Anthony looked at the clock on the wall. 9:00 p.m. Roberto was due to arrive
at 9:15 p.m. Anthony walked around the living room. It was late summer and
nearly dark outside, it was typical Dutch summer day, sun all day and now
rainy. Anthony put off all the lights in his living room except one. He left
the lamp on his oak desk. His room was now in a semi-darkness and he lit
some candles at the walls. They gave his dark room a special and impressive
effect.
He passed his window and looked down at the street. Anthony saw the teen
standing in the rain. The little figure was looking at his window, every
minute watched his wrist. The night was already somewhat colder and Roberto
must be soaked wet.
Anthony took position behind his wooden desk, reading Roberto's work, in
fact it wasn't that bad at all. At exactly 9:15 p.m. a timid knock sounded
at his door. He smiled in silence and waited for some seconds before he
called out,
"Come in!"

The door opened and Roberto walked in slowly. Roberto was a small, tanned
teen-boy, just 16 years old. His blond hair looked dark now, soaked by the
heavy rain. His blue eyes seemed like those of an anxious puppy. His eyes
were already pleading for forgiveness. The boy stood before Anthony quietly,
the drops of rain glistering on his handsome and smooth teen face. Anthony
looked at his boyish face and wondered if Roberto had to shave himself every
day.
The rain dripped from Roberto's red raincoat on the wooden floor and the
floor became wet where he stood. The teen-boy looked around looking
surprised about its darkness and the prominent candles.

"You have sent for me, Sir?"
Roberto asked Anthony after a deep silence. Anthony ignored the teen, just
looked at the pages his student wrote for him in History class. After some
minutes, he stood and tore the boy's papers and threw them in his face.
Roberto reacted shocked and looked if he had received a heavy blow.

"You see and know what I think of your work, don't you? My little Roberto,
you don't pay attention during my classes."
Anthony said, sitting back on his huge leather chair.

"Yes, Sir!"
The boy whispered with a trembling voice, a split second Anthony thought
Roberto would cry out. Now Anthony knew he was right!

He saw this `boy' in his class and knew by instinct that this Roberto would
be as clay in his strong hands. A teen-boy to be shaped for his use and he
would love to do it! This teen-boy needed a hard hand to discover his real
future, his true destination. This `boy' Roberto needed a real man, a strong
Master. Roberto was made to be his boy!
Anthony gave it time and waited some weeks. Anthony knew Roberto secretly
and silently admired him, his athletic body under his tight clothes and his
firm attitude towards the boys. It took another week and Roberto started to
act as an eager student.
Anthony ordered Roberto to his private apartment on campus. `The Castle' was
a -all male- Private special school and it was not unusual for teachers to
invite their students into their private apartments.

Anthony looked at the teen-boy in front of him. He stood there wet, with his
blond head bowed and his hands in front of him. Anthony knew he was right!
Anthony's big man cock began to swell against the tight denim of his jeans.
In a flash, Anthony was glad he was seated behind his desk. With a harsh
voice he said,
"I'm not satisfied with you, you know that, little Roberto! Maybe we have to
end your stay here. I will discuss your leave with the Head Master. Boy, you
make a mess of your life here, your grades are poor and you don't fit in
this all male system! Worse Roberto! You act like a sissy-boy."

"Please, Sir, don't sent me away Sir! My parents will kill me if you sent me
home. I showed some bad marks and I know how you think about my behavior at
the school, Sir."
Roberto produced a large white-red handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his
eyes. Some tears were running over his smooth cheeks.
"Please Sir, I will do better! Please believe me, I will do everything you
want, Sir!"

Anthony smiled to himself, this submissive boy was an easy target for a
dominant man like himself.
"Boy, you take everything to become a good student here? So, of course you
agree with me, you need to be punished for your bad behavior, boy?"

Roberto looked now hopefully up to his strong teacher Anthony,
"Yes, Sir! What ever you say, Sir."

"You don't want to be sent home? Well, Roberto, the great talkers are the
least doers. You will have to take every punishment I give you, if you want
to stay. I will need your total willing cooperation and submission. You will
follow my rules, my orders without hesitation! I have to take you under my
wings, for your own good. You understand that, boy?"

Roberto pleaded,
"Yes, Sir! I understand, Sir. I will do everything you will ask me. Sir,
please let me stay here."
Anthony waited for this moment! This `boy' Roberto was broken, it was so
smooth and easy. Anthony's stretching cock was begging for release in his
painfully tight blue jeans. Anthony ordered the still trembling teen-boy,
"Take off your clothes, boy!"

Roberto looked startled, he looked at Anthony with pleading eyes, he
expected punishment, well, whatever, but not this order. Anthony just
ignored the shocked teen-boy. Roberto looked around in despair and after
some minutes he started to undress.
He took off his wet raincoat and started to strip his white Nike T shirt,
exposing his smooth chest and belly. The `boy' had two little nice little
nipples to play with and a cute belly button. A little trail went down to
the visible waistband of his FILA boxer shorts.
Anthony nodded his head,
"Come on, baby-boy, just do as ordered! Or do you need some help from me?
You act like a shy little boy who is afraid to show his penis."

Roberto blushed and felt humiliated. After a short hesitation he took off
his trainers and white sport socks, his blue jeans followed, showing Anthony
his swimmer built legs. After a while, Roberto stood there nearly totally
exposed, just in his white boxers.
Anthony could see the outline of his little teen-boy cock under the tight
white cotton of his boxers. Great stuff to work with! Anthony ordered the
boy,
"Wrong, boy, very wrong boy. Did I say you could leave your stupid underwear
on? Take your boxers off, do it NOW!"

With a red face the boy lowered his white boxers and dropped them to his
ankle. His body was smooth and tanned by the sun. His cock was little for an
eighteen years old teen and topped by a little bush of black hair. Roberto's
teen cock hung down on his nearly smooth balls. Anthony admired his smooth
compact teen body, it looked better as expected. Anthony took his time, his
eyes wandered over Roberto's teen body. The naked `boy' felt exposed and
vulnerable. Anthony ordered the trembling teen,
"Walk over to that cupboard Roberto, just do what I tell you, I don't except
any complains or hesitation. Bring me what you will find there."

"Yes Sir,"
Roberto said and went now naked to the wooden cupboard and Anthony admired
his firm marble white behind as the teen walked as ordered. The teen-boy
found a thin cane Anthony placed there earlier.
"Well, put the cane on my desk, Roberto, get me a beer from the kitchen and
bring it to me! Hurry up!"

The naked `boy', his little teen cock swinging between his legs, rushed to
the kitchen and came back with a cold beer. Anthony slowly opened it and
sipped his beer,
"Good boy, this time you did well. Get used to the fact you will follow my
orders naked, you are just my willing baby-boy. Maybe it is just a matter of
a lot of training to keep you here."

Roberto looked confused at the strong athlete in front of him. Anthony was
his teacher, sitting there relaxed at his desk, watching his naked exposed
body. He knew deep inside his teacher was right. He didn't study very hard
and spent his days chatting and playing games on his computer. Silently he
admired this strong man, his firm attitude and strong muscular body. Deep
inside he liked to be pushed around by this powerful handsome man.
In reflex Roberto covered his crotch with his hands. Anthony disturbed his
thoughts,
"Did I ask you to cover your body, baby-boy? Never cover up in front of my
eyes, never! Get on your knees, little fool, rest your arms and head on the
floor, keep your backside up. You will get your first punishment, five
lashes with this little cane. We agreed on that, you wanted it yourself."

Roberto blushed again but did as ordered, afraid about what would come.
Anthony finished his beer slowly and stood over the trembling teen.
Anthony's feet were close to Roberto's face.
"Now tell me, baby, what do you deserve? What shall I do to you?"

Roberto mumbled something in reply.
"I can't hear you,"
Anthony said to the trembling boy,
"say it out loud and clear. It is the last time, you can ask me something!"

Roberto said without thinking,
"Please Sir, hit me with the little cane, Sir, give me my punishment!"

"You asked me to hit your body, you asked for it, my baby-boy!"
At the first light stroke of the little cane, Roberto jerked and moaned.

"Keep still, don't move,"
ordered Anthony. A second time Anthony moved the cane in the air. The cane
lashed Roberto's backside in a `gentle way', leaving a red mark on his
exposed marble white buttocks. Roberto groaned and moved away in reflex.
Anthony stopped telling the still trembling teen,
"Roberto, little shit, you are a miserable boy, your work is really shit,
don't you agree with me? You need this punishment all the way, my way!
Remember, you are just my little submissive baby-boy, Roberto."

The boy answered his master Anthony,
"Yes Sir, you are right. I'm so sorry, Sir. I will take my punishment as
asked, Sir."

Anthony took some leather ropes from his desk and tied the teen's wrists
together with it. He moved to his ankles and tied them too. The teen asked
with fear in his eyes,
"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Let's get one thing straight, little baby-boy. I am the Master, I am the
fucking one in charge. Got it?"
Roberto looked at Anthony, and saw an intensity in his eyes that had not
been there earlier.
"Do you think you are good enough to kiss my bare smelling feet, boy?"

Roberto answered his master Anthony with respect,
"Yes Sir, I will do everything you want as ordered."

"Good boy! Now you make me proud. That's the good attitude, a good start,
you are learning fast. You shall lick my feet as a good obedient boy. Put
your tongue out and start licking them."

Roberto's tongue flicked out like a little snake as he licked Anthony's
big feet. Anthony smiled, feeling the boy's tongue and ordered,
"Do it harder, boy, get some saliva on them! You really need to clean them
all the way. Smell me, taste me!"

For some time the only sound in the room was the slurping of Roberto's
tongue as he licked and kissed the feet of his teacher, his master. Anthony
squatted down and roughly seized Roberto's blond hair. He pulled his face up
to meet his eyes. Roberto's eyes were frightened but there was also a hint
of lust.
Anthony dropped his blond head and walked to the teen's back, he admired the
bound body and took the cane again.
"Suck on my toes, boy. I will continue your punishment!"

The cane moved in the air and a third blow hit Roberto's ass cheeks. The
`boy' struggled against his bonds and let out a scream which echoed through
the living room,
"Scream, my baby-boy, do it harder, it is fun to hear a boy getting his long
wanted punishment!"

The fourth blow hit Roberto's exposed ass cheeks and Anthony used some of
his real power to deliver it. The sound was loud and scary, it was the sound
of flesh being slapped really hard by the cane. Master Anthony whipped this
time his white and red buttocks and the small of his back. Anthony knew he
was good. He knew to keep the impacts scattered so, the marks would fade in
no time.
Roberto was screaming and begging,
"Oh NO, PLEASE, Sir! Have pity!"

"Crack!"
The fifth blow landed.
Roberto cried and his tears were running over his smooth cheeks to the
floor. Anthony smiled, he saw Roberto showed also a little teen boner. He
knew the `boy' must be very confused about these mixed feelings; his pain
and his horny lust to be punished by a powerful man.
The beating was over!
Roberto still groaned and flinched as hard as he could, lifting his teen
body up as far as he could go (to meet the cane again?). Anthony looked at
him and said with a firm voice,
"Look, my little shit, Roberto, I think we both know what you are. You are
just a little cry boy, who needs a lot of training. Do you agree to be my
little slave boy? I will protect and train you my own way. I shall see you
remain at school, if you follow my orders all the way like a real obedient
slave boy. You accept me as your true Master, will take all the pain and
pleasure."

Still bound and on the wooden floor, the punished `boy' accepted willingly.
Roberto said nearly with an eager voice,
"Yes Sir, I will be your little slave boy."

Roberto gasped, shocked by his own words. Anthony was pulling at his blond
hair moving his head up and it hurt the `boy'. This time he accepted
Anthony's power without a single sound. Anthony removed the leather cords on
his `boy's' wrists and ankles. Roberto rubbed them looking at his Master
with an open mouth.
"Good boy! You are now my little slave boy. Get on your knees, Roberto or
shall I call you `My little Slave boy' now?"

"Yes Sir, make me your slave, Sir,"
the boy pleaded.
Anthony stood with his strong legs apart while his new found slave sat on
his knees in front of him.
"Spread your knees, boy, your Master wants to see your little boy cock."

Roberto spread his knees as wide as possible. He wanted to be obedient to
his Master. Anthony looked at the boy's little dripping teen boner. He
smiled and unzipped his tight jeans and pulled his rock hard cock from his
white briefs. He ordered the boy,
"Take my cock into your mouth, little slave boy!"

Roberto made eye contact and showed his manly cock. Roberto's mouth opened
wider. Slowly Anthony pushed his big cock into his little teen mouth as far
as it would go. After some time he was feeling the back of his new found
slave's throat. He started to pump his cock in and out, fucking Roberto's
mouth. This wet hot mouth, his baby-boy's sucking and licking tongue felt so
good on his huge cock!
Suddenly, Anthony stopped moving, keeping the head of his man cock in his
slave mouth. Anthony could feel his cock swelling, as his cock leaked
gallons of pre-cum on his boy's tongue. Roberto tried to move his head away,
but Anthony held him into his powerful grip.
He took his cock out of his slave-boy's mouth. Anthony didn't want to come
now, it was to early for that!
"Lick my cock clean, my boy. My Slave takes everything I offer him without
hesitation. I make the rules and know what's good for you."

Roberto's tongue licked the pre-cum from Anthony's glistering cock-head.
Anthony ordered,
"Get on my desk-top, baby-boy, move that little ass."

Soon Roberto, now his little slave boy was spread-eagled across the desk.
Anthony smiled and studied his slave boy on his desk. He loved his boyish
frame, tanned, nice and smooth, totally exposed for him.
Anthony slowly took off his leather belt and showed it to the boy,
"Kiss it!"

Roberto kissed the leather belt and closed his eyes, smelling the strong
sense of the leather.
"Look at me slave, you like this, don't you, my boy? You wanted this all
your life. I saw your eager puppy eyes in the classroom, your staring in the
corridors. You are in need for a proper training by a real man, to feel and
discover your true feelings. You need and want this, your will to serve me
and to be my obedient boy and slave."

The boy looked at his powerful Master and swallowed before he whispered with
a husky voice,
"Yes Sir, Yes, I need it. I will be a good boy slave for you, Sir."

Anthony, his Master smiled down,
"Good boy, that's the right attitude, my little slave-boy. Your training
started with your punishment, we will continue very soon. I will hit your
little body sometimes because you will need it. Show me your white butt
cheeks, put your legs to your chest and keep them there, be ready to meet my
leather belt."

The teen-boy moved his knees to his chest and knew he exposed his white ass
this way open and willingly to his Master. Anthony rose his leather belt. He
moved his strong arm and the belt fell across his slave's exposed marble
white buttocks.
SLAP!

The boy was moaning softly, tears dropped on Anthony's desk. His white ass
cheeks glowed red and hurt. Sometimes Roberto wasn't able to hold back, he
cried out in pain but he kept his ordered position. His butt was exposed and
his knees stayed on his chest.
Roberto groaned in pain and a strange pleasure, his teen cock told his true
feelings, it was rock hard and dripping on his smooth belly.
Anthony beat his willing boy till his strong arm was tired and his slave ass
was nicely warm and very red. Anthony couldn't wait any longer, his own cock
was dripping a steady flow of pre-cum.
He dropped his belt and with his strong hands he put his new slave's ass red
butt cheeks apart. He admired the little virgin ass hole of his boy.
Anthony spat into his strong hands to lubricate his hard cock bringing it to
his slave tight hole.
"Little baby-boy I will fuck your tight virgin ass, deep and good! Remember,
I don't want to hear any protests. Just take it!"

Without further warning, spread his baby-boy's ass cheeks wider and pressed
his huge cock-head at the entrance to the boy's sphincter. Roberto started
to moan, sensing what was coming.
Suddenly, Anthony just pushed his huge man cock into his virgin ass and
Roberto screamed like a little pig. Anthony was loving it, his cock was
inside the boy's ass!

The two of them were gasping now, while Anthony thrust in and out his boy's
tight little offering. Anthony shoved his rock hard cock deeper into his
slave's virgin butt. The boy groaned and struggled a little bit, his Master
pressed on.
"Oh, Mas^Å Please!"

Anthony slapped his red ass cheeks hard,
"No words, little boy, just take it, open up for your Master, baby!"

Anthony entered slowly, pushing his man cock inside his slave tight teen
hole. Roberto was shocked and in pain. Anthony had no time for any mercy. He
went on and pressed his dripping man cock inside the now struggling teen boy
beneath him. Anthony pressed harder opening his bowels,
"Take it, little fuck-boy!"

Anthony went on, plowing his cock deeper and deeper, till his heavy loaded
balls were pressed against his slave's deep red and sensitive butt cheeks.
He just plunged in and out, deeper and deeper, banging his rock hard cock
home. His slave boy gasped from pain as he worked his cock deeper inside his
tight warm tunnel. The huge, glistering tool slid in and out until he hit
his slave's bottom. The boy accepted his faith, groaned and lifted his butt
to meet Anthony's trusts. His Master thrusts deep into Roberto's tight ass
slowed, as the boy was getting used to his big cock fucking his bowels. The
boy groaned in pleasure, it was awesome!
They were soon in a steady rhythm, Anthony pushing in and out of the boy.
Within moments his Master was ready to shoot his load deep into his new
slave-boy. At last Anthony gave a load groan,
"Take my load, boy take it! I fill your warm bowels with my man load, feel
it, baby-boy!"

He collapsed on his slave boy, nearly crushing him. Anthony's whole body was
heaving when he delivered his last trust as he came with great force.
"Take my load of man sperm, baby-boy!"

Spurts of cum shot into his slave's tight ass. He filled the boy with his
warm load. Anthony bit his slave's neck, leaving a deep red mark.
Roberto stiffened and moaned,
"Oh, Sir! Please, you are my Master!"

Anthony looked at his little submissive boy, the boy struggled with his own
emotions. He opened his legs wide and his teen cock trembled in the air.
Roberto closed his eyes and shot his boy load all over his body, his face,
his neck, chest and on his smooth belly.
Anthony decided he would train him hard, to follow his rules. His boy had to
learn to wait for his permission! Anthony withdrew his spent cock and stood
powerful over him.
"Boy, you are really my little slave boy now. Your ass is dripping and
you have your Master's cum deep inside you. Open your mouth, boy!"

He put his still glistering cock into his slave mouth and he fed him his
remaining cum mixed with his own ass juices. Roberto's tongue licked his
sensitive cock and after a while he started to suck again.
"No, don't, horny baby,"
said Anthony,
"you had enough for tonight. Get off my desk and kneel down at a slave
position!"

Roberto dropped to the floor and went on his knees, he put he arms behind
his back. He opened his knees wide, exposing his wet spent boy cock. Anthony
was very glad the boy showed the right attitude and initiative following his
orders.
Anthony took his smooth face into his strong hands and bowed down to him.
Slowly
he kissed his boy on his wet mouth.
"Yes, my little slave boy this will be your life. You can be punished
and be kissed by me. Do you still want to stay at school and be my
slave?"

"Yes, Sir! I will be your boy all the way. I will stay at school, just for
your pleasure. I will be your obedient slave-boy, Sir! Thank you Sir, taking
me under your wings, Sir!"

"Good boy, you learn quickly. Now, clean my room but stay naked, I want to
see your opened ass for a while."

"Yes Sir, I will do as ordered, Sir!"
Roberto cleaned Anthony's desk and the floor where his clothes made the
wooden floor wet earlier this night.
Anthony smiled down at the obedient slave boy in front of him,
"Get dressed boy, and be here tomorrow night at the same time."

"Yes Sir, Thank you, Sir. I will be there, Sir."

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