Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2000 20:15:54 BST From: Jack Rowan <jack_rowan@hotmail.com> Subject: The Story of Tim - part 7 THE STORY OF TIM - part 7 This story includes descriptions of sexual relations between an adult man and a teenage boy, including bondage and SM. If the law in your jurisdiction says that you're too young to be reading this, then I suggest very strongly that you should obey the law. People who are likely to be offended by the subject matter are respectfully advised not to read it. Please note: This is fiction. In real life, sexual relationships between adults and teenagers cannot be condoned. For other notes, please see the start of part 1. Comments will be very gratefully received by Jack_Rowan@hotmail.com ====================================================================== 38 Mira again ------------- When we got home, it was already dark. I was thinking about making some food, when Tim came to me. He was blushing. "Can you unlock the strap in my arse? I need to..." I was about to laugh, but I stopped myself. This was a difficult thing he was doing. "I think we'll take off the arse strap. Maybe we'll put it back later. Take your trousers off." He did, and I unlocked and removed the strap. "Let me know if it gets less tight, okay?" I looked at the mass of straps and leather pieces round him. It was just so hot. I smiled at him and ruffled his hair. "Off you go, then." The moment he was in the bathroom, the phone rang. It was Mira. "Hello? David? I'm just taking a minute at lunchtime to call you. Everything all right?" "Mira, everything is tremendous. We are having a great time." "How's Tim?" "He's fine. He's in the john just now." "Well, last time I rang, it seemed that, well, you weren't too sure about things. So I wondered, well..." "Oh gosh. Well look, I'd better just come out with it. I guess we've started, well, doing things. Mira, I - " "Oh thank god, that's a MASSIVE weight off my mind. Is it all working out okay? Are you having fun?" I paused. "Mira, I'm a bit at a loss trying to work out what to say about it. This is the opening stage of a sado-masochistic relationship. There, I've said it. It's very high pressure, very high emotion. Also, he's a kid, which means he's an idealist, which means that he wants everything at once. It's only a couple of days since we started, and it's me who's holding back." "Okay, David, I hear you. That's exactly the sort of reason why I wanted you to do this, not just anyone." "There are a couple of other things. The first is, this looks like being a long-term thing. The three of us will have to work out the logistics. He has his school, and exams coming up..." "You want him living there?" "Yes. Yes, I do, Mira. If it can be arranged without messing up his schoolwork." "Probably doable. We'll talk about it later." "Don't you mind?" "Of course I bloody mind. He's my son, dammit, or as near as. But he wouldn't be going to the moon, and at least this way I keep him as a friend. Anyhow, it looks like I shall be out of the country for a lot of the next couple of years. What's the other thing, David? Sorry to hurry you, but I haven't got much time." "The other thing is... Did you know he'd been abused when he was younger?" "Oh. So you've bumped into that, have you? Fast work." "You knew?" "I suspected very strongly, let's say. But Tim has never mentioned it to me himself. I feel, well, just a touch jealous." "Mothers never have cause to be jealous." Mira laughed. "Thank god for you, David. But I wish he'd told me." "Let's just say that when he told me he was under very, very severe emotional stress." "Lord, David, I don't like the sound of that." "He's been giving as good as he gets, I can tell you." "Ha! Never underestimate him, David." "I don't. I don't at all. Let me tell you, Mira, has has already made a number of friends in my fairly close community. He is admired, and not just because he's a pretty face. He has a brain, and he has guts. There's nothing to worry about." "Good." "If it helps, I can tell you also that I'm good at what I do, Mira. I have a very good reputation. There are some bastards in my world, but I am not one of them." "I knew you weren't. That's why I chose you." "Thanks. Let me tell you one incident. This evening some unpleasant little punk got Tim alone on one side while I was busy. He tried it on. He ended up with a knee in his groin." "From Tim?" "Yes." "Ha! What a marvellous picture. Okay, David, give him my love. I'll ring again later. And thanks." 39 Feeling sexy --------------- We sat down to supper, and I relayed Mira's greeting. It was well after nine o'clock now. "Did you tell Mira about - us?" "Just a bit, yes." "Oh. Are you sure that was a good idea?" "Actually, yes. When we rang before, she more-or-less told me to go ahead. Or find someone else who would. She was quite worried about you." "She told you to go ahead? Why?" "She was worried you'd start experimenting with SM with someone and get into serious problems. Either the two of you wouldn't have a clue. Or you'd get off with someone really dangerous. So she brought you here." "I love Mira. She's so different from Charleen, my first mother, you know. I suppose I shouldn't say that, because she's dead, but she was stupid. And I was just a nuisance to her. She was into drugs and drink in a big way, and lots of men. I just got in the way." "Must have been pretty horrible." "I don't want to talk about it." I didn't press him. Not then. "Has your belt got any looser now I've taken that strap off?" "Nope. Just the same. Boy, is it sexy to wear! It keeps me on edge all the time. I keep trying to get hard, but I can't. Ouch." He smiled. His eyes were sultry. "Sexy all the time." "Just what I want. Seething with frustration. And I've got the key." "Let me get off. Suck me. Please!" "No." "I'll suck you too. Please!" "You'll suck me anyhow, if I want. The answer is no." "Oh, poo!" He mimed a spoilt child. He was loving this. And every time he asked me, it was reinforcing what I wanted him to learn: that it was my decision. "You should be grateful. Everyone else spends all this time worrying if they'll have sex, when they'll have sex, how they'll have sex and so on. You don't have to. It'll make life much easier." "Yeah, but they get to wank." "Too much wanking is bad for you. Anyhow, you're not going to wank at all from now on. It's over. Finito." He pouted at me. "I can't have you wasting all that sexual energy. I want you horny all the time. I'm going to have you bursting for it. Perhaps I should go for the Max treatment: zero orgasm." "I'd hate it. Please don't. Please don't, David." "I could, couldn't I?" "Yes. But - but please don't." "It's a very sexy thought, though, isn't it?" "I guess so, as a theory. But I really hope you won't. Really." I looked at him. He was begging me. His eyes were pleading. But if I did it, he'd accept it. It was delightful. "Or, of course, I could cut it off." He laughed. "No, you couldn't. You said you wouldn't do me any permanent injury." "True. Damn. I was just going to go and sharpen the veggie knife." He laughed. "Anyhow, I wouldn't, because I like it too much. It's a delicious mouthful. Which is why the Max option, dear Tim, isn't on. You will come again. Just when I say." "Thanks." He licked his lips and smiled. "By the way, you'd better not tell the other Masters that I suck you. It's considered unmasterly." "No! Really? That's just stupid. When you sucked me on the Chair, that was pretty masterly. You - you really MADE me. That's when I became your slave for real." "Lots of stuff like that is stupid. But don't offend the other Masters. It's vulgar. We don't do that." "We?" "You and me. We. We're a team. And we're the best, you'll see." Tim stared at me, and there were tears in his eyes. "That's all I ever want. I'm such as nothing, all the other kids hate me, the teachers call me a poof and sneer at me, Charleen loathed me, all her men were, were, well, I told you about that, they were horrible to me. I just thought I was filth to everyone except Mira. And then you take me to see those Masters and you're actually proud of me! And all I want is be with you and help you and make all the Masters and everyone respect you, because you're good." I went and hugged him. 40 Bedtime ---------- I made a cup of tea, and we watched TV for a while. Then it was time for the next step. "Okay, Tim, time for bed. Better go and have a shower. Try to wash as much under the belt as you can and dry yourself carefully." "Heh. This'll be new." While he was in the bathroom, I went to look at his bed. Then I went to get some chains. I like chains. They don't stretch, and the chinking noise helps to remind the victim what's going on. I removed the duvet and fixed the chains to the four posts. "Oh wow," said Tim coming into the room. He was wearing only the belt. It was quite a sight. I hugged him. "Okay, Tim, time to take this off. Keep your hands away from your dick." In a few moments he was naked. Instantly he started to get hard. He kept his hands behind his back, but strange little sounds came from him. "On the bed and stretch out." He did it. One by one I passed the chains through the D-rings of his wrist and ankle bands and padlocked them. "Safe at last. This is how you'll sleep in future, unless you're sleeping with me. The chains are quite loose this time. We'll make them tighter gradually." "David - I - God, this is sexy. Oh god. Oh god." "And now a bedtime kiss." I knelt by the bed and took his dick in my mouth. He screamed. I worked him for the very short time necessary to bring him to the edge. Then I stopped. Then I did the same thing again, three or four times. By now he was screaming for release, lunging aginst the chains, twisting and bucking in my mouth. I stood and looked down at him. "You can't leave me like this! David! Please! Please!" I stroked his hair. "Night-night, Tim. Sweet dreams." I turned off the light and shut the door. Then I watched TV myself for a while, had a drink, went for a walk in the warm summer night. Life was good. Life was very good. On the way to bed, I went again to his room. I could hear him moaning in his sleep, see his arms and legs spread-eagled, his beautiful head tossing on the pillow. I knelt and began again. In a moment he was awake, begging again, then shouting and yelling. Again I brought him to the edge three or four times. And left him, still screaming. I set my alarm. I did it three times again that night. The next morning he was barely coherent when I woke him. "Damn you David, you bastard... All the night, god let me come, you bastard! Let me come, I'll die if I don't come..." I did it once again, with him cursing and writhing. Then I went to the freezer and got a bowl of ice. I tipped it over his dick and balls. He shrieked and in a few moments he was soft. I was able to work the belt round him. Then I released the chains and put him on his feet. "Oh my god my god my god - David, please, please..." "No. Go and have your shower. Jeans and a tee-shirt. Go." He gave me one last pleading look, and went. I almost came in my trousers. 41 Let's watch a video ---------------------- "Better now? More in command?" I smiled tauntingly as he came to breakfast. Another sunny day. The sun caressed him. "David, honestly, I thought I'd go mad. I can't go on like this!" "You can. And you will. Eat up. A hard-working boy needs his food." "Bastard." But he smiled at me. We ate. "Tim, I need to do some work this morning. Please clear up the breakfast things and then come through to my workroom." I started into the chapter, and in a few minutes he joined me. "Okay, Tim, come with me." I led him into the living room and stood him in front of the TV. "Clamp your wrists behind your back. And your ankles. And I think we need some peace and quiet round here." I got his gag. He started to protest, but I silenced him with a glance. He opened up, and I gagged him. Then I put on one of my porn movies. Fifty minutes of men and boys fucking and sucking. "Don't go away now." His eyes beseeched me. I laughed and went to work. All the time the absurd sound track played in the background - 'Suck it, punk! Suck it! You know you want it! Fuck me ! Fuck me harder!' When I heard it stop, I went and rewound it and started it again. Tim's face, contorted by the gag, was unreadable. I laughed at him. When it stopped for the second time, I went and unclasped him. "Go and make me a cup of coffee. Bring it to me." I returned to the workroom. Soon he appeared with the coffee. "Thanks. Feeling sexy today, are you? Just a bit?" He stared at me, his eyes pleading with me. A tear rolled down his cheek. This was wonderful. I was merciless. "Go and rewind the tape and start it again. Then stand just where you were, looking at it, and clamp your wrists and ankles. Go." He obeyed me. It was heaven. I heard the tape start again. When it finished, I left him for a long time. Then I closed down the computer and went to make us a light lunch. I took out his gag and unfastened him. "Oh god - my mouth is so dry." I gave him some water, and he drank. "David, please, I'm begging you. Please. Please." "No." I looked at him, and I recognised the state he had reached. His need had taken over his mind, he was almost unable to think of anything else. It radiated from him. It was intoxicating. When I had done this with older men, it had taken days to reach this point. I had forgotten what rivers of hormones teenagers are. He was ready. "Come and eat. So, what did you think of the movie?" His eyes stared at me flatly. He struggled to focus his mind. "It was about men fucking. And sucking each other. And coming. They could come. Why won't you let me come?" he finished, plaintively. "Well, what do you think of the characterisation?" "Characterisation? There wasn't any. David, it was just people fucking and sucking, that's all. And coming. Coming lots and lots. Buckets. Dicks coming. That's all." Trouble is, he was right. "Eat. Come on, you usually have more appetite than this." "Let me come, David, please let me come..." And so on. I couldn't keep on with this. He would crack completely. _Lurid Desires_ came to my mind. It seemed to crackle round him, leering. It was time to move on. 42 Water -------- "Okay, Tim. Come here." I kissed him. His kiss was frantic, almost insane, grabbing my body and my head, pressing into me. "Present." "Yes, sir." Somehow, the discipline enforced itself. "Elbows back more. Head up." His mad eyes looked into mine. "Good. Now take all your clothes off. Fold them carefully." He did it. I made him fold his shirt again. He whined, but obeyed. "Clamp your hands behind your back." He did that too. Slowly I took off the belt. He stood naked, moaning and twitching, and already he was hard, dripping. I led him into the bathroom. "Have you ever had an enema?" He looked at me blankly. "I - I don't know, sir." "I'm going to give you one now." His eyes looked at me in incomprehension. This would have to be done carefully. I couldn't have him coming now. But I wanted what was going to happen to be perfect, something he would remember with joy. He'd earned it. I told him to lie face down on a chair, and there he lay, his hands still behind his back. I'd have liked him on my lap, but that was too risky. There would be times enough. Then I pulled the enema hose from the shower to him. It was a small nozzle, but I lubed it carefully. "I'm going to put this in you now, Tim. Don't move." Slowly I inserted it, and he winced. "Now I'm going to turn it on. The water will go into you. Don't worry, it'll feel good most of the time." I turned it on, a slow trickle. As the water started to run into his guts he moaned. "Oh sir, that feels good. Oh sir, this is hot. Oh, sir. Oh sir..." Then it hit a block and he yelped for a moment as his guts cramped; then the water ran again. He was giving out a kind of tuneless hum, now, as his insides swelled, and he turned and twisted. I held his hands and stroked his hair. Not too much. He mustn't come. He mustn't. I switched off the water and stood him up. His belly swelled. "Now wait. Don't let it out. Not even a drop. Hold it. Hold it, Tim, I know you can. Hold it..." I held him gently as he hummed and moved from foot to foot. He was already away in a world of his own. I moved him to the toilet. As soon as he sat, it came. It wasn't very dirty. I couldn't risk another one. I washed him down gently, and then led back to the living room, to the Chair. 43 Fire ------- I undid his wrists. His hands went straightaway to his dick. I held them back. "Get in the Chair, Tim." "Oh yes, sir..." Once he was strapped down, I felt a bit safer. His eyes still stared at me madly, but the Chair seemed to steady him a bit. I undressed. He should have me naked for this. The sun fell on his body, his golden hair was glowing with it, his eyes shone. "Are you okay, Tim?" His eyes focussed on me. "Yes, sir. Sir, that was lovely." "That's good. Now, Tim..." I bent the leg stirrups and moved them back, till his knees were close to his face. I could see his hole, pink, glistening slightly from the water. I leant and gently licked it. Tim gave a high-pitched scream like I'd never heard before. I licked, gently again and again, but I knew I couldn't carry on. Not this time. I switched to smoothing lube round him, and then I pressed against him. He screamed again, and as he did, he loosened and I slipped in. "Aaah! Oh god sir, I shall come, I shall come if you're not careful, sir, I can't help it... After all this, he was still warning me. "Don't come. You do not have permission." I spoke very firmly. "No, sir." I swept round him, inside, and he screamed again. I added some more lube, lots of it, and another finger. That was as much as I dared. I waited for a while, calming him, and then moved gently round again. I would have to stop now. Now or never. I lubed myself carefully. "Tim, I'm going to fuck you now." "Oh YES!! Yes, Master, fuck me, please fuck me!" The crown of my dick was against his hole. It felt clean, smooth and firm. "Do you feel me, Tim? In a moment I shall be in you. In a moment I shall be right in you. I'm going to fuck you, Tim. Let me in, Tim. Open yourself and let me in..." I pressed hard. And he did open. And I slid, slowly but firmly, into his depths. He was tight and incredibly hot, but smooth as cream. I didn't stop till I reached the bottom. I felt his body move within him to accomodate me. "DAVID!!" Tim shrieked, and then he came. And came, and came, and came. I have seldom before or since seen anyone come as much. I moved out and back as the shocks of his orgasm gripped me. "Who am I, Tim?" I yelled. "Aaah! My Master!" "And who are you?" "Your slave!" "For ever and ever?" "For ever and ever!" His body wrenched at me, and he convulsed, and I came, deep, deep within him, then thrusting again and again, deep, and out and deep, my seed right down inside his body. He had finished. I lowered the stirrups, and lay full length upon him. His come was sticky between us. "David, I love you so much." "You're mine, now, Tim. In every way. You're mine for ever, and I love you." We lay quietly for a few minutes, his body still stretched out tight in the Chair, and I kissed his face and neck. I snapped the quick releases, and carried him to my bed. Then he was asleep in my arms. 44 The lark ----------- I didn't sleep. It was too wonderful a moment to miss. I'd been so lonely when Vincent left. It wasn't that we'd fallen out or anything. But in the end, well, he developed. He'd gradually grown into the Master he was always meant to be, and that was that. He was about my age; training him and developing him was a great work, and I didn't regret a moment of it. We still met. But he had left a gap, and no-one had really filled it. But Tim had. Filled it to overflowing. In five days he had taken over my life. That was excellent, I thought. I smiled to myself as Tim breathed gently in my arms. Damn, I'm good, I told myself. I shall never forget how good that was. I crept carefully out of the bed and went to make some tea. When I got back, Tim was awake, humming gently to himself and smiling. "Okay?" "Okay? Bloody marvellous, more like." He hugged me, and for a while we said nothing. "Can we do it again?" "What a question. Do you honestly think I could not do it again? We've hardly started." "Felt like a good start to me." "Did it hurt?" He paused. "I don't know. Sounds stupid, doesn't it? I was so worked up I didn't notice. I suppose it did, but it was just part of the whole thing. It just - just overwhelmed me." "That was the idea." "God, I have never in my life felt so sexy. Are you really going to keep me like that all the time? Because - because I wouldn't be much use for anything else." "That would be fun." I hugged him. "A permanent drooling fucktoy." "Bastard." "No, I think that would be going too far. But I'll do it sometimes. I will. You were so sweet, begging me. It was gorgeous." "Mmmm," he purred. "Drooling fucktoy, that's me. Mmm." "Are you sore, now?" "Just a bit. But it's okay. It's - part of it. It kind of reminds me. I like it." The look he gave me was of pure satiation. Repletion. That was one well-fucked boy. "Let's get up. Come on. Let's put your other belt on." "The belt again?" "Of course. Every day, Tim. Every day." I got him up and put the swimsuit belt on him. We discovered on this one the strap up his arse crack could not be removed. He looked at it curiously; there was a screw attachment in it. "That's where the dildo goes, is it?" "Yup. Shall we put one?" "I - actually, I'd rather you didn't, not this time. I'd rather think about you up there." I smiled and strapped him in. Paul was quite right; there was no sign of the belt, except for a slightly larger package. With his collar and wrist and ankle bands he was a sight. "It's still sunny. Let's go for a walk." We walked out across the meadow. There was a particular place I wanted to go, to share with him. We rounded the wood, and came to a little hill. On the top, in the low scrub, I knew there was a skylark's nest, and as I'd hoped, just as we arrived, he started his ascent. We stood silent as he went higher and higher, singing all the while. The ecstatic flood of notes poured down onto earth around us, as the impossibly tiny body spiralled upwards. I held Tim's naked shoulders and we stood, as the song went on and on and the world seemed to stop, just the ceaseless song of the lark and the light summer breeze and the white clouds slowly walking across the sky. "That's just how I feel," he whispered as the bird sank silently down. I walked back to the house with my boy, my slave, my lover.