Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2007 00:50:38 EDT
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 19

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction, and those folks
who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
actual events and people I encountered in my younger days, but the
presentation here of events and characters in no way is meant to portray
actual, historical persons and events.  It's just a story.

All stunts were performed by professionals.  Do not attempt these at home.

Thank you again to all the readers for the encouragement and the
constructive criticism you have provided as I continue to develop this
story.

A special thank you to the various Nifty authors whose stories have
influenced the writing of "Games With Stefan."  I have sometimes borrowed
incidents and ideas from these authors, whose inspiration deserves proper
acknowledgement.  Especially Jarrod749 ("Zach Gets to Serve"), Edward
Bangor (the whole "Bound to Brett" story collection), Ed <author62>
("Capturing Tommy"), and William <wtbp> ("Tied Up Teens").  There are many
others whose stories have been enjoyable, but by their fine example, these
authors in particular prompted me to write this story sequence. . . .

No celebrities in rehab were harmed in the writing or reading of this
story.

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.  Why, indeed, have you read this far?


Games With Stefan

by eddy riha

Chapter #19-Weekend at My House (Part 10)

When I awoke from the nap I'd taken after being rimmed by my beautiful,
obedient slave, I found him staring at the ceiling, relaxed in his
spreadeagle on the metal; frame.  He smiled when he saw me, something he
could do because I had not gagged him, as a reward for being such a good
boy.

I stood up, stretched, and headed for the bathroom to take a piss.  When
Stefan heard my piss hitting the toilet, he squirmed and tested the
strength of his bonds.  But he knew better than to challenge me or to beg
for me to allow him the privilege of urinating.

After I'd taken my time and squeezed out the last drops, I sauntered slowly
over to the bedframe and, casually and slowly, removed each of the
restraints on Stefan's limbs.  Then I led him into the bathroom, where he
stood in front of the toilet, unable to urinate.  Then I realized the
problem-and removed the rope around his cock and balls.  Then he gushed a
thick amber stream of piss that seemed like it would never end.

The sun had finally set outside, but it was hard to tell at first, as the
sky was filled with glowering dark thunderclouds.  The worst of the rain
had passed, and as I reached for the bathroom light after Stefan had washed
his hands, the light suddenly went out.  I walked to the front window and
peered through the curtains-total darkness everywhere.  With Stefan in tow,
I walked upstairs to my bedroom, where I kept my transistor radio.  Sure
enough, the power was out everywhere in town, except the radio station,
which had an emergency generator for emergencies such as these.

The power outage gave me an idea.  I dug in one of my dresser drawers until
I found what I was looking for-a pair of girl's pink panties, the product
of a panty raid at a co-ed camp I had been to the previous summer.  I
hadn't known which girl I'd taken them from (it was dark when we did the
raid on the adjacent girls' cabin) and I had decided to keep them tucked
away for a special occasion.  Tonight was such an occasion.

"Put these on, slave," I said.

Stefan made a face, Even in the semidarkness of the bedroom, he could tell
what I had handed him.  But he knew he'd used up his "get out of jail free"
cards on me earlier in the day, so he lifted up one foot and stepped into
the nylon panty.  He pulled it up that leg and then stepped the other foot
into the other side.  He pulled them all the way up, but the elastic
waistband was too loose around him.  Imagine that, my boy had a slimmer
waist than whatever girl I'd deprived of these panties last summer.  I
thought for a moment, then picked up one of the clothespins we'd used in an
earlier game.  I pinned some of the material together at the side, thus
tightening the elastic around his waist.  While he was putting on the
panty, I had grabbed a pair of shorts and put them on.

Even though the panty was a bit baggy on him, I could tell the feel of the
material and the thought of wearing a girl's panties had made his go erect.
(Then again, what didn't get him to pop a boner?)  I pulled the panty down
a little, though, so the tip of his dick poked above the elastic.  It
stayed in place because the elastic was just tight enough.

"Now come on," I said, leading him by the leash attached to his dog collar.
We went down the stairs and into the garage, my way illuminated by the
flashlight in my hand.  We exited the back garage door, and then I led him
across the side yard and onto the darkened street.

He hesitated when he realized where I was leading him.  "Not out in the
street!" her exclaimed in a whisper.  He began pulling back, straining
against the leash.

"Come on, slave," I commanded.  I pulled on the leash and, of course, he
had to follow.

"But what if the lights come back on?" he whined.

"Then the lights come back on," I replied.  What did I care?  I was wearing
an ordinary pair of shorts.  But my boy was afraid of being seen by anyone
else wearing a pair of pink girlie panties.

"Please!" he begged.

In response, I pulled harder on the leash, and he staggered after me, his
bare feet slapping on the still-warm pavement.

I didn't keep him in the street very long.  I headed directly into his own
front yard, then through the gate in the fence and into the backyard.  Once
we had crossed the street, he stopped protesting, but I had decided some
punishment was in order.  So I made him climb the steps onto the wooden
deck at the one end of his family's aboveground pool.  For a moment, he was
exposed in the darkness on a spot where, if the lights came back on, anyone
in any of the adjacent houses would have been able to see him.

"Please!" Stefan begged in a whisper.  "Someone might see us!"

"What do you think, that I'd fuck you up here?" I asked.  "Come to think of
it, that's not a bad idea."

I grabbed the panties and pulled them down in one quick motion.  Before he
could grab them and pull them back up, I had planted my foot on the nylon
material, holding the panties on the wooden floorboards.

Even in the darkness, I could still make out the perfect shape of my
thirteen-year-old slave's trim thighs and the curve of his asscheeks.  I
put my hand on his ass and stroked it gently.  He leaned toward me and
purred quietly, hoping to hide his nakedness against my half-clothed body.
I kissed his forehead and brushed his lips with mine.  Then I pushed the
slave into the pool.

He hit the water with a splash and a gasp.  For a moment, he was free of my
control, as I'd let the leash go when I'd pushed him in.  But then I
slipped quietly into the water and took up the leash again.  I pulled him
to me and said, "Now suck me, slave."

He pulled at my waist, trying to lift me out of the water.  "No, slave, I
said 'suck me.'"

He stood for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

"It isn't rocket science, slave."  Not that, at fifteen, I knew what rocket
science was either, but it seemed cool to say at the time.  "You know how
to suck cock.  You are good at sucking cock.  So go ahead and suck my
cock."

He reached down and fumbled a moment with the waistband of my shorts,
realized that they were the pull-on type with a string-tie (which I had not
bothered to tie), and I felt them sliding slowly down my thighs.  I felt
his right hand grasp my dick and start stroking it, and I went hard
immediately.  How many times I'd imagined being in his pool, the two of us
naked, and then fooling around.  Now Stefan was feeling up my cock.  I
closed my eyes and smiled in the darkness.

I could tell Stefan was looking at me, hoping I'd change my mind, but I
didn't say anything.  I wasn't worried about him going under and having to
hold his breath a minute or two at a time.  He is a natural swimmer who can
hold his breath quite awhile while he dives to the bottom of a pool or a
lake.  I'd witnessed him do it many times before.  Just never with a cock
in his mouth. . . .

He inhaled deeply, then he ducked his head under the water.  I felt the
sudden touch of his lips on the head of my cock, then he took it all in his
mouth.  This boy doesn't waste any time, I thought.  Several times, he slid
his lips down my cock, then back to the head, then back down, before he
resurfaced for a gasp of air.  Then he went back down.

Again, I felt his lips on my cock, and he sucked and sucked until he had to
surface for air.  Four more times he went down and then I couldn't take it
any longer.  With a quick, breathless gasp, I shot my cum into his waiting
mouth.  He swallowed and swallowed , surfacing only when I was done.

He hung on the edge of the pool, gasping for breath.  "That was fuckin'
cool," he said when he had caught his breath.  "I wasn't sure I'd be able
to make you cum underwater."

I came up behind him and wrapped him in my arms.  "You can always make me
cum," I replied.  "You are so fuckin' amazing."  I kissed his neck and ran
my fingers through his wet hair.  At that moment, I was so completely in
love with Stefan.  I could only dimly see him in the darkness, but I kept
stroking his skin gently, softly.

When he had completely relaxed, I took the next step in my plan.  He was
still holding on to the edge of the pool, so I pushed him up until his ass
was exposed above the water.  "Keep holding on," I said.  I felt him
readjust his grip so he could bear more of his weight on his arms.

I spread his legs and moved in between them.  In front of me was his boyish
ass, his well-used pucker directly in front of me.  I ran my forefinger
over the hole, and he wriggled with delight.  I ran my finger just inside
the opening, moving it around the lip.  Another wriggle of delight.  I
could tell Stefan had gone hard, and he legs completely stiffened with
expectation.

"Fuck me!" he begged in a whisper.  "Fuck me, fuck me, please!"

But that wasn't my intention.  I pushed my finger deeper into his hole, and
I could feel it was nice and wet, completely clean from his immersion in
the pool.  So before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled out my finger,
leaned forward, and stuck my tongue into the boy's hole.

He let out a sharp squeak, then a gasp, as he wriggled with pleasure.  I
moved my tongue up and down, around and around his hole.  It tasted only
slightly salty, mostly like the chlorine of the pool.  His breathing came
in sharp gasps and squeaks as I continued licking his hole.  While my left
hand held him in place, I began jacking him with my right.  In a moment, he
convulsed in yet another dry orgasm, as I continued licking his hole and
yanking his dick.  He bucked and shook so much he almost fell out of the
pool, but I grabbed him and pulled him back to me, our lips meeting in a
kiss just as his convulsions subsided.

"Thank you, master, thank you," he murmured, as I clasped him close to me.

"You are amazing, my beautiful slave," I replied.

For the next hour or so, we swam around the pool, splashing each other with
water, and several more times embracing and kissing each other deeply.
Then I pulled back on my shorts, had him climb out, put the panties back on
him as before, and led my slave out of his backyard and across the street.

The power still hadn't come back on, so we were perhaps more confident in
our anonymity than we should have been.  No sooner had I set foot back in
my driveway when a flashlight shone in my eyes and a voice said, "What the
fuck do we have here?"

Instantly, Stefan and I froze in place.  There was no question: we had been
found out.  I was dressed in shorts, which was no big deal, but how could I
explain to someone else the boy walking behind me, his neck in a dog
collar, a leash from the collar grasped in my right hand, the boy wearing
pink panties from which the tip of his erect cock showed.  There was no
easy explanation we could give. . . .

[to be continued!]