Date: Fri, 22 Oct 2004 09:07:32 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Black and White for Freeplay.  Chapter 8

  Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write:
jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Black and White for
Freeplay.  Chapter 8.

   Keity screamed as he reached flashover and lunged up and back as he
pounded Myah-pucker wildly, unrelenting....breathlessly he fucked and banged and
slammed his friend of so many years till, gasping for air, he lost his fiery
cockjam up his Myah-hole.

   If he was capable of being aware of anything at that moment as he bucked
several times at peak before falling into his boyman's arms and chest, he'd
have felt the hot, pearls of ropey spunk he coaxed from every pumping black
mandick in the room.....and the tongues of all the men and boys who kneeled to the
boys' sides to suck up their spent joyjelly.

   While the two friends lay coupled and sated, Dock went to get the mold of
Myah's cock and fed it between the boys' lips as they sucked their tongues,
their chests remained glued together. Pulling it free and slick he cum-fingered
Keity's whitetail open and then fed the dildo through Keity's pussylips to
show him how to use his friend's image when he was by himself. He silked the
exact mold of Myah's pumper up and back through Keity and deep inside the boypussy
soon hardening Keity once more inside his buddy and starting him into a
second full rut of his best friend. As Myah's legs wrapped 'round Keity's waist and
his ankles locked, toes curling under, Dock pulled the Myah pole from
Whitetail bung and fed it to the boys' lips where their tongues swashed over it.
Then, the men and other boys backed out of the room closing the door while the
glow of freeplay that lighted the room, welled inside them.

Black and White for Freeplay.  Chapter 8.

Fathers and uncles, Dock, Jason and Jesse, along with sons, friends and
cousins, David, Arjay, Elijah, Dwayne, and Teddy filed slowly in an invisible
shroud of boy smells and lust having left Myah getting his first buddy-fuck from
Keith since the beginning of his Freeplay initiation that morning.

The kids all crowded into the bathroom for showers, as the men grabbed beers
and belched out their satisfaction at having brought another 'freeplayer' into
the world.

Some time later, with kids watching TV and the men hashing out plans for the
next weekend at grandad's....they all went silent and looked at the sight of
Myah strolling down the hallway, his 9 inch masher swinging before him. But
more, it was that behind him was Keith crawling at his heel, collared and banded
from neck to ankle in black and gold.

"'Sup, Myah?" Dock asked.

"Pop, I don't think it's a problem, but I think we needa talk about this." He
continued after his father nodded and indicated he fill him in.

'Well, Kei--uhm...'Whitetail'....he 'needs' to be Whitetail, Pop...he needs
to 'slave' I mean....right in the middle of givin' me the hottest fuck I ever
got, he rolled over and begged me to take his ass, daaady, right then....and
always...he begged me. I did." Myah was almost upset.

Dock and his brothers looked from one to the other, nodding, and then Dock
shrugged and said, "No prob, boy. Freeplay brings out what the man is meant to
be. It's seems Willie Whitetail needs to be yours, boy. Might as well....it's
yur name on his bands and collar. So did you give him whut he ast fer?"

Myah smiled all teeth and said, "Oh yeah, daaady....fucked his brains out."

The men smiled...as did the boys. They had developed the need in Whitetail,
and he would ever be there to serve, and theirs to enjoy.

Dock sent the pair to the shower.

On their return to the front room, the kneeling serf Whitetail was laid out
so the boys could dress him in his street clothes for the trip home. Myah and
Keity were told by a stern Dock that since Keith had made his choice to serve
rather than just join into Freeplay, he was truly in service at all times to
any of them especially Myah, and all actions related to Whitetail were under
Myah's direction. How this would play out at grandad's remained to be seen.

Dock and Myah took Keith home. Keith was on his knees on the floor in the
back, while Dock advised him of pickup time for the trip to the farm, and his
formal indoctrination with Dock's father, the Freeplay patriarch. He explained to
him that during the school week, anywhere, anytime, Myah could demand favors
of him, and he must comply since he had given himself to him.

Keith stood at the curb in front of his house watching the extended cab truck
disappear from sight before he made his way into the house and to his room.
Darryl, his younger brother meandered in to pass time with him.

The rest of the weekend and the school week passed uneventfully. Jerry (Myah)
and Keith had a swim meet and practice most of the days. Keith wore one of
the bands or collar each day....and it passed as just ornamental. By the end of
the week, two other kids they knew had gotten arm bands. They said it looked
like 'Romans."

On Tuesday after school, Jer had Keith stay late after practice in the boys
locker room. When Keith came in from the shower with towel around him, Jerry
was hand lubing a small shiny black butt plug. Keith took his position on his
knees and Jerry eased it through the resistance of Keith's anal ring after
greasing and avidly working the kid's hole for many a long moment.

He beat Keith's ass with an open hand before and after he 'plugged' him.
Keith bit his lip and choked his screams. In the quiet of the empty locker room
Jerry told him that if he has need to take the plug out, he must get it back in
himself. He must not present himself for Freeplay without his plug, all bands
and collar.

Keith told his folks he was spending the weekend at Jerry's grandfather's
farm which gave his mom warm fuzzies, so his pick up at school by Dock was in the
clear on the home front.

Jerry had already checked his bud in the bathroom as he did every day to i
nsure that the butt plug was in place and one of the bands was on. The
transformation of their relationship continued through the week after Freeplay
initiation. Each day, Jeremiah could sense Keith needing him more. By Tuesday
afternoon, Jer was looking for a place they could be real private for a few minutes
during the day. It was a feeling you get when you can feel 'eyes' on you. When he
was with Keith, the intensity of his need for Jer would build....like a hot
wind. Wednesday, after lunch, Jer guided Keith to a small housecleaning area of
the school, and with a massaging grip to the back of his bud's neck he guided
him through the door, and to an old easy chair in the back behind some supply
shelving.

Without a word, he sat forward and erect facing Keith, whose doleful eyes
said it all as he sank gently to his knees reaching for Jer's waistband. Once he
had the 9" quivering black treasure in his hands, he was salivating and
drooling from his lower lip. As Jer's buddyclub disappeared inside Keith's face, Jer
looked down on the top and back of Keith's dark brushcut hairs. His hands
cupped his bud's head, and pressed down a little bit....then harder and the
'slupping, smucking' lips guppied over that huge meat poker like a sloppy eater who
wolfs his food with his mouth open. Jer was firing up hotter and
hotter....hunching up into Keith's face squeaking the springs in the chair cushion.

"Suck in a breath baby....open up wide and hold it Keity....take it...take it
alllllllll the way down.....ohhhh....swallow buddy....ohhhhh
swallo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-w. Oh gawddddd!!!"

Jer was boffing tiny strokes to Keity's throathole. Keith was 'snorking, and
smorkin' getting his air from his running nose. Tears filled his eyes. He was
a mass of sweat and was stripping his clothes off while he took Jer's cock. It
was amazing! They performed a contortionist's nightmare. With Jerry meat deep
in Keith's throat, they got Keith turned over with his forehead under Jer's
ball's, belly up, head bent up and back. Oh! The sight of that long spit shiny
black cock driving incessantly into Keity was marvelous.
Jerry loved watching his near naked bud, lying on his butt face up, pants and
boxers around his ankles....the black and brass collar ruttin' up and back
over his throat as he swallowed over Jerrycock. It was such a sight that Jerry
was getting dizzy from the combined sensations surging from his prick and eyes
at the scene playing out before him.

Hysterical now, Jerry rammed hard, down and in, roughly fucking Keity-face,
convulsing....spasming....as he unloaded spermy teen spooge.

Neither boy moved for many long seconds, and then in a merciful gesture,
Jerry held Keity's head as he extricated his truncheon from the kid's throat,
"Thweeeessskkk!"

Choking, gagging, and coughing, Keith grabbed onto his throat and rubbed it
while turning over and hucking down at the floor. The exhilarating throat
strain sent hotboy signals surging through Keith and he had shot criss-crossing
ropes and boy jam over his belly and chest.

"Y'okay boy?...Keity...say...you okay?" Jer asked gripping his bare shoulder.
Another hacking body jerk, and Keity turned his face up and smiled at Jer,
wiping his lips with the back of his hand...."Ye-ye-yeh...yessss......master!"

Boy, did that ever catch Jeremiah by the balls....."MASTER!" His best bud
called him Master! He knew he'd need guidance from dad and grandad....this was
real, real serious now, he was sure. He squeegied the Keity cum off the kid's
cooling skin and fed it over Keith's eager sucking lips and tongue. Then Jerry
waited for Keith to get his clothes on and they headed out for class.

The next few days played out much the same. They started to make the cleaning
supply area, 'their place.' On Thursday....Keith couldn't get enough....and
took his man twice, begging to serve big black boy prick. Ohhh...that big black
shiny boy prick!!!!

The day of the trip to grandad's, before they left school, he had Keith put
on a new cock ring he supplied him.

Dock pulled up to the bus turn around back of the school and the kids hopped
in. Keith didn't need to be told to get in the back on the floor as before.
They had him stay dressed in case of a traffic stop, but once out in the country
where there were significantly more cows than folk, Dock snapped his fingers
and rotated his hand. Keity knew, and stripped naked in thirty seconds. Dock
rhetorically asked, "Wonder if grandad's gonna have some sheep action fer
little 'whitetail' there," and Myah joined him yukking up a few laughs.

Myah climbed into the back and stretched out telling Keith to take off his
sneaks and socks and get some tongue work going on the ten 'tiny dicks' he might
find there wigglin' off the end of his foot.

Keith went at with a vengeance and ate him some black boy feet while they
rode. Myah was horned up from the foot tickly sucking, but restrained from
unholstering his weapon.

A turn onto a dirt road, and pretty soon a large complex of old but handsome
farm buildings and a mainhouse came into view. Keith's view was still busy
between ten black boy toes. Dock, however, got pangs of his growing up
years....everytime he got to this point on the dirt driveway road....maybe even a few
tears welled up each time. His dad meant everything to then....and now with the
extension of Freeplay into a new generation there was no doubt that their
bonds would only grow.

Myah got a little gooey himself when he would first sight the secondary
barn....the site of his own Freeplay initiation. He'd formed a bond there with his
cousins who entered the clan with him. Later they were participants in
initiating their two friends, Dwayne and Elijah.

Snapping from the day dreams on jolting to a stop in front of the 'freeplay'
barn, they were met by grandad. One thing great about bein' out in the boonies
is goin' nekked whenever you wants....and that was grandad. Keith nearly shit
his butt plug!!
Grandad's cock hung longer than any of the others...and Dock was fully 10
inches!

No doubt grandad's meat was approaching 'wonder of the world status.'

Myah saw the jaw-dropping reaction of Keith's and laughed, with an arm around
his bare shoulder, and said..."Grandad's 13 inches, Whitetail. You gonna
lovvvvvvve riding thet!"

Keith's already hard peter, snapped hard to his belly where he felt it up
gently just grazing his finger tips over it...while it leaked pud syrup.

They piled out of the truck and grandad hugged Dock and Myah, and then turned
to Keith...."Ahhhh, my boy...you do bring a prize pullet fer training I
see....a prize indeed." A brite white toothy smile greeted Keith, and he grimaced
when grandad suddenly gripped his standing cock..."Whut we gotch'ere
boy...feels like 6 thick ones...yes?"

Keith's lip trembled....being pulled high up on his toes by his sausage
leash....and his voice got lost, but he nodded up and down real quick.

"Mmmm....thought so. Friends calls me Tugger, boy...Tugger Hacket" he laughed
still tugging on Keith's peter. "You will call me 'MASter'....got thet?" he
asked rhetorically as he turned him 'round and smacked his ass, then jabbed at
the butt plug. He yanked it, getting Keith's innards jumping around
uncomfortable-like. He gently fingered the collar and band, smiling at Myah when he saw
this grandson's name embossed on his recruit's bands.

All business now, Tugger turned to Dock and said, "Ah'd like to get the boy
heah right on the 'pylon' fer a little whirl-a-boy training, then some deep
dongin' latah."

Dock nodded. "But then, hmmmmm," Tugger mused. Mebbe I should fun mah own
seff up fer a bit....why should the boy have all the fun?" his big smile lit up
his face. Tugger was big and tall like his sons, Dock, Jason and Jesse. He was
some bit bulkier, but well defined. Since he and Dock had their sons at very
young ages, Tugger was only 48, healthy and randy as any of the younger dudes.

"So, whut be our boy's name Myahboi? I be aksin' you since I see by his band
he belong to you direckly," Tugger queried.

"He be...ummm IS called Willie Whitetail, grandaad," Myah responded.

Tugger was very pleased....."You have brung me a spike...a baby whitetail
deerboi for yo' grandad. You makes me proud mah boy...most proudly."

The only dimension different was the extra 3 inches hanging over his balls.
It was semi-hard on a mild rise now, arching and bobbing back and forth as he
plied Whitetail all over. When his hand got back to the boy's tail again, he
gripped hard to the butt plug and yanked it out none to gently.

Keith yelped as his insides sucked toward his hole and then snapped back in
place again. Tugger smacked Keith's face with head snapping force.
Pained....Keith stared hard into Tug's eyes, and Tugger just pointed menacingly at him.
Keith's face went pale, and blank....he knew.

Without fanfare, Tugger's fingers replaced the plug in Keith's pussybox, and
he had the naked boy dancing around up on his toes in the dirt in front of the
freeplay barn. Tug's long fingers had l'il Whitetail tingling and twitching
in a joy he had come to be familiar with since he met Tug's three sons last
weekend.

As the boy twirled on the four fingers buried to the 3d knuckles up his hole,
Tug reached 'round the boy's chest and lifted him off the ground with his
face back alongside Tugger's and his whole body bent backward.

Keith felt a void in his tailsmile now, then....then there was....ohhhhh
godddddd!!!! Tug was prongin' the boy. Myah dropped down to his knees to watch
that 13 inch man-dildo surge high up into his best buddy. Keith squealed at first
from the thicks of it which pulled his tender asslips with it as it drove
inside him. Then the exhilaration when it coursed past the boy's inner hot
button. He whined so excitingly to the observer, and pleadingly for the boy
himself....because after he had his button charged with the first touch, the long
mandick continued to excite it as it continued on up through the boycunt. Keith
had never had such an endless surge of friction-heated pain-pleasure extend
inside him since this all started. He felt some discomfort way up inside as the
big man bottomed to his short and curlies. The man's bulbous cockhead was
touching someplace inside Keith that had never been touched before. He felt
full....hurting like a belly ache....sweaty hot....his eyes were wide....mouth
open....looking to Myah....seeing nothing.

Tugger released the grip around the boy's chest and let his feet touch the
ground. Keity's toenails dug into the dirt. They started scratch-digging like
cats do. Ohhhhh!
Whutta sight!

Dock was rubbing his dick in his pants and getting short of breath. Myah's
dick was out and being pulled ever so slowly by it's owner, deep in his kneeling
squat....a stream of silvery prejam was searching for the ground, and the
slender black boy spread wide on his haunches. A huge wet spot formed down the
thigh of Dock's jeans.

Tugger pulled back and that long, butt-shiny, ebony boy pleaser eased all the
way out of Keith in what seemed like a 30 minute withdrawal. The sensations
burning through the boy from the fevering of the boy's pussylips as the entire
13 inches pulled out, s-o-o-o-o-o slowly, left a river of tears streaming down
Keith's cheeks.

There was something happening....Keith's face turned up....he almost
smiled...or was it satisfaction? Tugger joymeat was surging back up into Whitetail's
empty, lonely bunger. He expelled the air he sucked in at re-entry, in a long
shwooosh from his mouth. The tears were drying on his face and were being
replaced by sweat beads, and....and, ohhhh myyyyyy.......Tugger gave a two thumbs
up to Dock and Myah who were now both kneeling before Keith as the boy sweated
into the finest, fiercest manfuck he'd ever taken....Dock and Myah
understood....they got it!
Whitetail had started to ram his hole back on over Tugger's tool, and now
they broke wide into big Freeplay smiles. Keith was starting to rut and ram and
ream, and Tugger then wanted him to really enjoy his ride. So after letting the
boy hunch about four inches over and back on that big black dong, Tug started
to rejoin the fray, and synched his rammer-jammin' full on now, and when the
boy pulled forward, Tug pulled back and gave him a full foot-long ride. Keith
was shuddering...shivering.
The massive manprick was still  holding Keith up on his toes while they
rut-banged together.

They all knew. L'il Whitetail had him an anal, snapping cummin'. And they
watched his toes curl and scratch in the dirt as the next one started to come on.
In another 3 minutes, Keity was hysterically bouncing his ass into Tug, and
snappin' and ruttin' and fucking his toyboy brains out, whip-whirlin' his ass
around and around and in and out and riding that mantool for all he was worth,
needing every, even tiniest sensation he could get from that prong of prongs!

He even had Tugger crazed. They both hunched forward, lurched and arched
backward, and again, and again, Tugger roared as he shot his fabulous fuckwad up
through Keity bunger!!!

Keith fell forward, cum shooting straight out before him in fantastic, long
pearly white ropes to be wasted in the dirt as he slumped into Dock's and
Myah's hands.

Tugger stutter stepped backward, and settled to one knee, gasping and wheezin
g. Dock had never seen his pop taken with a boy fuck so completely before,
including all the great Freeplay adventures of his distant boyhood past.

True to his stamina, Tug pulled himself together and getting his other knee
under him, he knelt whappin' his big black masher like a giant tuning fork.
Myah knew what that meant, and helped Keith over in front of his grandad. Keity
was put to his knees, and his face was eased over Tugger's mandick for a
tongue-swarshing by a very tired, fucked out boy, who was glowing in the grandest
boffin' he would ever get.

In the bright sun, the sweat glistened on Whitetail's back, as his head
rut-banged over Tugger's meat giving it a fine vacuuming.

Dock just marveled at the scene, and squeezed Myah's neck once again
acknowledging the finest recruit they'd ever had to join Freeplay. Tugger's big smile
sealed it.

In a few more moments, Tugger rubbed his face into Keity's and picked the boy
ass up, bending the back of Keith's neck down against Tug's belly. The blood
was rushing to Keith's head. They all knew what was next. The cone.

The cone was set up right in front of the barn. It was like a narrow road
pylon on a rotating pedestal. There was a foot pedal to raise and lower it. There
was also another pedel which when pumped, sent a shiny, silvery dildo of
sorts up through the top of the cone. It was a fine cock shape. Dock always smiled
when he saw it. It was a mold of his own 10 inch club.

Tugger was now approaching the cone. Keith actually caught sight of it from
his upside down position, and it didn't record what with all these new
experiences forcing his brain into overload.

Dock and Myah moved quickly over to spot for the slotting. They watched as
the Tugger jizz oozed, well seemed to be pouring from Keity's fuckhole as the
boy was righted up and he felt six hands guiding him down, and there was a
wig-wag at his hole by something very hot. The metal prong had been heating up in
the sun all morning inside the cone and now seared inside the boycunt. It was
very hot to the boy's tender pussylips, but slid up inside with little effort
considering what had just been inside him. His feet hit the platform, and he
was standing in a sort of Neanderthal man crouch, pronged by about 5 inches of
silver dong. A plate was raised up and tightened like a stool seat under
Whitetail's butt which while giving him a first rest in a while, took his feet off
the platform. Four link chains were hooked to Keity's collar, and Tugger
snapped his fingers at Myah, who set the platform spinning 'round and 'round, giving
Whitetail a new bunging thrill of a whirling probe up his chute. The shiny
cock stayed in place while Keity spun around.

The fridge in the Freeplay barn was raided now and Tugger, Dock and Myah each
got a beer. Myah'd forgotten all about the nature of the Freeplay barn. It
usually housed one to seven new freeplayers in training at any given time. This
day there was a full house....plus Whitetail....eight boys were in 'residence'.

When Myah looked up, Tugger was holding a pail to him. With his beer in one
hand, Myah took the pail very matter of factly, and went over to the boy stalls
where the other seven Freeplayer's were shackled.

Each boy looked up at Myah expectantly, and were soothed and calmed by being
allowed their very late, morning piss. They pissed like racehorses. Dock and
Tug snickered when they heard the first piss hit the bottom of the pail and
echo out to where they stood watching Keith whirl around on his metal pole.

They smiled as Myah reappeared with the pail....half full with 7 boys'
morning piss, hot and frothy. The men nodded, and Myah brought the pail to Keity as
they stopped the rotation of the platform. Like a huge cup, it was put to
Keith's lips and then his open mouth was flooded with boypiss which summarily
streamed right down his chest, then his face and finally over his head to cascade
over his whole sunshining skin.

He spit and spluttered. He was now membered with the other seven boys who
would be spending the weekend in training with him. He had drunk their piss. Soon
there would a sharing of his with all of them for sure.

Now the cock in the cone was being pumped and the seat plate was released.
Keity couldn't get up off the cone any longer. He was now fully impaled, yet
still in a sort of squat. If he rested to sit, the dildo surged further into him.
It was set in motion once more and now a switch was thrown and the silver
dong started to fuck l'il Whitetail hole. The only thing that now changed was the
sudden thickening of the dildo dong to twice the size of Keity's butt plug.

He started to tremble, he stood up as high as he could....the probe kept
surging up higher into him. He was off the platform! His toes splayed. He screamed
with the thrust of the fucking silver cock. He was set to whirling 'round
again. His insides were riding on the silver head of Dock's cock mold.

Tugger eased him some and moved the cone down so Keity's tip toes could just
touch the platform with the 10 inch dong firmly stuffed up his bunger. They
set him to whirling. He squealed...cried out....mmmmmmm'ed....the veiny ridges
on the cock staff titillated his hot spot and they all settled back to watch
their boy shoot off another round of teencream ropes.

Oh goddddddddd! He did....he did and he howled a curdling scream....the cum
shot in circular ropes as he whirled 'round and 'round.

Myah was expressionless. Keith tried to focus on Myah as he whirled and
really only caught a blur. Regardless, Myah gave no response. Myah didn't need to
look at his bud....he'd been there himself....a coming of age thing....this was
Freeplay....and there'd be more, much more....this was only the beginning.

Finished with their beers, the men and Myah went into the barn so Tugger
could intro the other Freeplayers.

The silver Dock cock mold spun and drove in and out of Keity as he continued
to whirl out there in the hot sun. Sweat streamed down the boyskins and he was
in nearly a constant state of climax, grunting out yet once more, "Uh,
uh...nnngh..." and...he cummed another of his incessant, internal
butt-snappers....and 'round....and 'round....and....

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