Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2007 02:16:37 EDT
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 22

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All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
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Games With Stefan

by eddyriha

Chapter #22-Weekend at My House (Part 13)

Slowly, I climbed off the boy I'd just finished fucking.  Lance was covered
with sweat and was breathing hard.  When I removed the gag, he whispered,
"Thank you."

I slapped him gently on the ass.  "You are a damn good fuck," I said.  "A
damn good one."

Some of my cum was running down the inside of his thigh.  I pointed it out
to Stefan, who immediately began licking it off the still-bound slave.  As
he did, I freed Lance's arms, so he could straighten his back, but I kept
the ankle restraints in place, so Stefan could finish his happy task.

I pulled Lance's torso into my arms, and I kissed him full on the lips,
pushing my tongue into his mouth.  He responded slowly, cautiously, as if
afraid to give in to his desire.  But he finally allowed my tongue full
range of his mouth, and his tongue returned the favor in my mouth.  He
tasted of my cum and Stefan's spit, a combination I'd only before
experienced when I kissed Stefan after he sucked me off.  But there was
something distinctly Lance's in the taste, something that reminded me of
Gatorade and other sports drinks.  A little bit of tobacco-could it be that
this boy had already picked up the annoying habit of chewing tobacco, like
so many older baseball players at our school had?  No matter.  As I kissed
the boy, I ruffled his hair gently, to let him know he'd been a damn good
fuck, in case he thought I said that to every ass I'd ever penetrated.  (I
don't.)

As soon as Stefan had finished licking the cum on Lance's thigh, I freed
the boy from the railing.  He stood in the hallway between the two of us,
as if he was unsure of what would come next.

"Now it's your turn," I said.

"My turn?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's what I said."

He looked from me to Stefan.  "What do you mean?  I get to fuck you?"

"If you want."

"I ain't no fuckin' fag," he said.

I smiled at Stefan.  "Could have fooled me," I said.  "You just asked for
two guys to blast their cum into your ass.  If that don't make you a
'fuckin' fag,' I don't know what does."  I hate that expression, "fag," and
I've come to realize over the years that the only people who call others
"fags" are themselves repressed homosexuals who are embarrassed by what
they know they truly are.

"Well, I--" Lance didn't quite know what to say.

"Time's up," I said.  "Guess you don't want to take us up on the offer.  It
won't be repeated again."

"But I--"

"Too late," I said.  "You do get a consolation prize."

"What's that?  You gonna suck me or something?"

Ort something," I said with a smile.  "You're gonna jerk off.  And if you
don't cum in, let's see, two minutes, you're gonna have to pay the
penalty."

"You want me to jerk off in front of you?  Right here, right now?"

For a boy who had just had his ass pounded by two cocks, he sure was
wasting time.

"One minute fifty-five seconds," I said, looking at the kitchen clock
through the doorway.

Lance looked from me to Stefan and back to me, then his eyes closed and he
began jacking his cock as quickly and as enthusiastically as he could.  I
squirted a little baby oil over his cock as he slid his hand up and down,
to ease the job for him, since his cock was the only one in the hallway
that wasn't already lubed.  Stefan and I both went erect as we watched this
hot boy masturbating.  His face tightened as he concentrated on some mental
image and jerked as if his life depended on it.  (For all he knew, it might
have!)  Finally, his breathing became faster and shallower, and then in a
couple of grunts, a few drops of clear fluid ejected from the reddened head
of his cock.

Lance let out a deep breath and opened his eyes.  "Satisfied?" he demanded.

"Not quite," I said.

"What do you mean?  I shot some cum, didn't I?"

I motioned toward the clock.  "But it took you four minutes."

Lance looked like he'd just been kicked in the gut.  "Shit!  You aren't
gonna punish me because I didn't get it done in two minutes, are you?"

Well, to be honest, I didn't want to punish him, because I felt that Stefan
and I fucking his virgin ass had been enough for one night.  But I saw the
look in Stefan's face and remembered all the times Lance had treated my boy
like an asshole.  And I decided, "What the fuck?"

"Sure," I said aloud.  "Slaves who disobey need to be punished so they
learn obedience."

Before Lance had the chance to react, I had grabbed his arms and pulled
them behind his back.  Stefan handed me one of the ropes, and I bound the
boy's wrists together.  I tied the loose end of the rope to the railing, so
Lance wouldn't get any wild ideas about trying to run off.

"Wh-wh-what are you gonna do to me?" Lance whimpered.

"Nothing that's gonna hurt," I said.  It was just going to be a little
humiliation.

Leaving Stefan in charge of Lance, I went to the master bedroom where,
after digging through the drawers under my mother's vanity table , I found
what I was looking for: some old makeup and lipstick that Mom no longer
used but had never taken the effort to throw away.

I brought the items back to the hallway, where I made Lance kneel on the
carpet.  "You're gonna want to close your eyes for this," I warned him.
Fortunately, he obeyed me without question.

I first applied foundation liberally to his face, using the pad that came
in the plastic container.  Then I applied some rouge to his upper cheeks,
as I'd seen some of the looser girls at my school begin doing.  I blended
it carefully, so as to make it seem natural-garish, perhaps, but naturally
so.  (I've never been a big fan of makeup on men or women, but sometimes it
has its place. . . .)

Then I ran the lipstick over the boy's lips, turning them a bright red.
And, from another plastic container, I took the eyeliner stuff and dabbed a
little red color across his eyelids.

Finishing my work, I stepped back and said to Stefan, "Well, what do you
think?"

"Not bad," he replied.  "But something's missing."

"Go ahead and show me," I said.

Stefan picked up the lipstick and wrote in large block letters across
Lance's chest, "SLAVE."  Below that, he added, "I SUCK COCK."  Then, going
around to the other side, Stefan wrote across Lance's shoulder blades, "I
TAKE IT THE ASS: PLEASE FUCK ME."

"That kind of completes the picture, doesn't it?" I said.  I untied the
loose end of the rope from the railing and tied Lance's sweats, shirt, and
sneakers to it.  The extra weight dragged on his arms a little bit, but not
enough to cause him pain.

Then I led the boy downstairs, with Stefan following.  I took him through
the garage and opened the back door.  "You can go home now," I said,
pushing him toward the backyard.

"Please!" he begged.  "Not like this!"

"Why not?" I asked.  "You were going to humiliate Stefan and I when you saw
us earlier.  Why shouldn't you have some humiliation of your own?"

"But Sean is home!" he protested.  "He'll crucify me!"

"I doubt that," I said.  "Sean will laugh his ass off, but the dude's into
girls."  Everyone in the neighborhood knew Sean for the horndog he was, as
he couldn't stop groping in public whatever girl he was currently dating.

"You don't understand."  Lance was almost begging now.  "He makes me suck
his cock whenever the folks are out and we're home alone."

"Sean?" I said.  "He lets you suck him?"

"Yeah, and most of the time his cock smells of that bitch he's fucking.
It's totally gross."

"What do you think?" I said to Stefan.  "Shall we let Lance go home this
way?  Or. . . ?"

"Fuck yeah!" Stefan said.  "This slave needs to know what it's like to be
shit on all the time."  Stefan was, of course, referring to how Lance
treated other kids in the neighborhood who weren't "athletes."  (Which was
kind of funny, to think of it, because later Stefan earned a varsity letter
in soccer before Lance earned anything of the kind in baseball.)

"It's your call," I said, as I closed the door behind Lance.  He stood
there a moment, his hands still tied behind his back, his clothes in a
bundle slapping against the back of his legs, the words of Stefan's writing
across his back standing out even in the dim light.

"I've got an idea," I said.  As soon as Lance had started his walk across
the backyards to his own house, I led my slave inside to the downstairs
phone.  I wrapped the one end in a towel I filched from the laundry room,
then I dialed Sean and Lance's house.

"Hello?" a gruff, grumpy voice answered.  It was the kind of voice that
implied, "You interrupted me wanking, asshole, now go the fuck away!"

"Sean?" I asked in my deepest voice, muffled by the towel.  (This was, of
course, before the days of Caller ID.)

"Yeah.  Who the fuck's this?"

"Someone who's got a nice surprise for you."  I paused to restrain the
laughter that was building inside me.  Stefan was rolling about on the tile
floor, snorting as he tried to restrain his own laughter.

"What's that?"

"Go right now to your back door, and you'll find out!"

"What if I don't?"

"Then you can keep on jerking off all night, for all I fuckin' care!"  And
I hung up the phone.

"Now, Stefan," I said.  "Go upstairs and get two pairs of shorts, one for
me and one for you."

He took the stairs two steps and a time and returned almost at once with
the shorts.  Once we had dressed, I led the way out the back garage door
and across the quiet backyards, following the route Lance had taken.  We
had only gone halfway when we heard a loud, "What the fuck--?" and then a
loud laugh.  Quickening our pace, we arrived in time to witness Sean
pulling his younger brother inside and saying, "This is gonna be fun!"

"Sshhh!" I whispered to Stefan as I led him along the back of the house.  I
motioned him to go lower, and we crept up to a basement window, only a
half-window really, from which a light was coming.  "I've been here a few
times watching Sean jack off," I whispered in Stefan's ear.  I didn't tell
him I'd sometimes seen Sean fucking one of the girls he was dating, because
the only reason I'd watched was to see Sean's large man's ass pumping up
and down as he fucked.  I was certain we'd see a similar show tonight.  I
knew Sean wouldn't be able to resist the gift we'd given him, even if he
would swear up and down for all the world to hear that he wasn't gay.

Sean had already brought his brother downstairs into his basement bedroom.
"You are damn lucky, man," he was saying, "that I was home instead of the
folks, 'cause they'd have fucked you up real good if they saw what you been
doing, you fucker."

He took a closer look at the writing on Lance's chest and back.  "Shit,
dude!" he exclaimed.  "You been one bad fuck, haven't you?"  Then he
noticed my cum that was still dripping out of Lance's ass and down his
inner thigh.  "Damn!  You got cum in your ass and down your leg!"  I can't
say Sean was exactly the smartest log on the woodpile.  "I'll never live it
down if anyone ever finds out what a ass pony you've turned out to be.
What should I do with you?"

"Just untie me and let me go," Lance begged.

"Just like that?"  For a moment, I thought Sean would comply, but then he
laughed.  "You gotta be kidding!"  He rubbed his crotch.  I could see the
bulge in his jeans.  Evidently, however much he went flaccid during the
phone call, he had gone hard quickly at the sight of his bound, fucked, and
humiliated brother.

"Get on your knees!" Sean commanded as he pushed down on Lance's head.
"Get down there, in position!"  Meanwhile, his other hand was busy
unbuttoning his Levis (the button fly kind), while he was kicking off his
docksiders and pulling up his Izod shirt.  The guy could get out of his
clothes faster one-handed than most people if they had five hands. . . .

"Now suck me!" he commanded, thrusting his precum-slicked dick at his
brother's mouth.  The boy obeyed, his mouth opening as wide as possible, to
allow the cock to enter all the way in one thrust forward.

"Damn!" I whispered to Stefan.  "That boy can sure swallow cock!"  For
though Sean's balls were rather tiny-the effect of his rumored steroid
usage, no doubt-his cock was large and thick, bigger than mine, though from
that distance I couldn't say for sure exactly how big it was.

Stefan nodded, his eyes glued to the hot scene below us.  Sean was pumping
his cock into Lance's mouth, and he grunted with every thrust in.  Finally,
he erupted in a loud grunt, his cock shooting so much cum into the boy's
mouth that it started coming out his nose.  When Sean finished, he pulled
his cock out and wiped it off on Lance's cheeks.

"Damn, you're a good cocksucker," Sean said.  "I taught you well, didn't
I?"  He laughed.  "You suck cock better than any girl in high school, even
better than those college girls I was with last weekend."  He slapped the
back of his brother's head, pushing the boy's face into the think bush
above his cock.  "Kiss it, you little fuck.  Kiss it real sweet."  And
Lance began placing delicate little kisses up and down his older brother's
cock, like it was the sweetest thing in the world to him.

As Sean began to harden again, he said, "Now I'm gonna try out your ass,
bitch.  Looks like you got it all nice and ready for me.  Question is, can
you really take my cock up the ass?"

He half-dragged, half-pushed his brother to the waterbed in the back corner
of the bedroom, and he forced the boy to kneel down, his chest against the
bed, his ass raised toward Sean.  He slapped both cheeks, eliciting a gasp
from the boy.  "What, you can't take a little pain, bitch?  You're gonna
get more than that in a moment."

And Sean rubbed his spit-lubed cock a couple of times to make sure it was
nice and hard, then he knelt behind Lance and, in one thrust, he pushed his
cock into the boy's waiting ass.

I nearly fell over and hit the window, Lance's scream startled me.  "Take
it out, take it out!" he begged.  "It's too fucking big!"

Sean stood up, his face red with anger.  "Don't you fucking let all the
neighbors know our business, you fucker!" he snapped.  He rolled the boy
over and held him down by the shoulders.  "Your ass is mine, right?  Say
it, bitch!"

"Your ass is mine," the boy replied.

Sean slapped Lance's face hard.  "You know what I fuckin' mean."

"My ass is yours, Sean.  But-"

"But what?"

"You gotta take it slower," Lance said.  "Your cock is so much bigger
than-than I've ever had before.  My ass isn't wide enough to take it all at
once."

That answer seemed to appease the muscular eighteen-year old who towered
over his submissive twelve-year-old fuckslave.

"You have disappointed me, though," Sean said.  "And you know the
punishment for that."

"Yes, sir," Lance replied, closing his eyes.

Sean knelt over Lance's torso, facing the boy's head.  He cleared his
throat and a gob of spit gathered at his lips.  Slowly, he dripped the spit
onto the boy's face, one on his cheek, one on his right eyelid, one on his
forehead, one on his nose, one on his chin, the last couple directly into
the boy's open mouth.  "Suck in my spit, fucker," Sean said quietly as he
rubbed the other spit into the boy's skin.  "My spit marks you as my own
fuck toy, and don't you forget it."  Previously, I imagined this ritual
involved Lance being called a "suck toy," but from now on, it was clear
what Lance's first duty would be, as far as Sean was concerned.

"Now let's try that again," the older boy said.  He roughly pushed his
brother back into position, knelt behind him and rammed his cock into the
boy's ass.  This time, Lance didn't cry out, though he moaned a little.
Sean immediately began pushing in and pulling out, his hands clutching the
boy's hips, his face screwed up in an intensity of fucklust.

I was kneeling behind Stefan, both of us out of sight in the shadows by the
window.  I found myself sliding his shorts down and pulling his naked ass
into me.  He reached around and made sure my shorts were down, which was
difficult because my cock was already fully erect and dribbling precum.  In
a moment, I was inside Stefan and gently pushing deeper, his sphincter
pressuring down on my cock just enough to keep me moving further in.  The
scene before us, with Sean ravaging the boy we'd just played with
ourselves, was getting us all worked up again.

Then suddenly there was a shout.  "What the fuck are you two doing?!?!?!"
said a new voice.  The speaker came down the stairs into the basement
light.  It was Kyle, Sean's best buddy, who had evidently come in through
the back garage door, obviously a route he'd taken before when the folks
upstairs were sleeping.  They weren't home, of course, of Lance's screams
earlier would have brought them running.

Sean seemed at a loss for words.  But just for a moment.  "My bro here came
back home tonight looking like a fuckin' fag, and I saw he'd been fuckin'
with his boyfriends, so I decided to have a little fun with his ass.  It
sure as hell beats jerkin' off again."

Kyle didn't say anything for a moment.  "What the hell," he said.  "You and
I always share everything, don't we?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you shoulda called me up and told me you had found somethin' to
fuck."  He pulled his shirt off and dropped his jeans.  His cock was
already aroused and bulging out of his Calvin Klein briefs.  "I got next
dibs on his ass."

I could tell Sean looked relieved as he continued to pound his brother's
ass.  "His mouth works, too, you know," Sean said to his best buddy.

"You don't say?"  Kyle stood in front of Lance, lifted his chin, and said,
"Suck me, boy."

Lance opened his mouth, and the older boy slid his cock in.  Kyle's cock
was large, maybe not as big as Sean's, but it was still more than a
mouthful for the twelve-year-old.  He forced his cock as far as he could,
before the boy started to gag.  Kyle slapped his face and said, "No teeth,
I don't wanna feel any teeth on my cock."  Lance wrapped his lips around
the shaft, and the older boy began to pump in and out, slowly matching the
rhythm that Sean was pounding into his brother's ass.

In a moment, Sean came, with a loud yell that startled both Stefan and I so
much that I nearly pulled my cock out of his ass.  But I kept it in, my
strokes moving steadily as we both watched Kyle pull his boner out of
Lance's mouth and take up position behind the boy's exposed ass.
Meanwhile, Sean, his cock still hard, moved around to his younger brother's
face.  He said, "Now, fuckhole, I want you to clean your shit and my cum
off my cock."

What was Lance to do but open his mouth and stick out his tongue to begin
licking the older boy's shaft.  Then, once he'd licked it up and down and
all over, he found the cock shoved against his lips.  "Open up," Sean
demanded.  "Suck me until I'm ready to go again."

I couldn't believe it.  Sean was some kind of sex machine: that much was
clear.  And Kyle wasn't far behind him.  For as soon as he shot his own
load into Lance's ass, he and Sean switched places again, and he made the
boy lick his cock clean and suck it back to full hardness.  And before Sean
came again, I found myself squeezing out another load into my own boy's
ass, as Stefan whispered over and over again, "Please fuck me!  Please fuck
me!"

After I pulled out of Stefan, we both slipped on our shorts again before
running back to my house.  When we left Sean and Lance's backyard, the two
older boys were about to switch positions again.  And I was wondering what
kind of monsters I'd unleashed by pulling that prank on Lance.  And what
kind of boy he was, to take all that from two older boys and never once
complain.  And, before we left, I swore I could see him looking up at the
window where, for a moment, he could see me.  And, as his mouth was not at
the moment filled with cock, he smiled.

Under the living room ceiling fan, exhausted from a long day of fun and
fucking, Stefan and I snuggled together while we watched a DVD.  Neither of
us felt like going to bed, because we knew that when we woke up, it would
be Tuesday, the last full day of our extended weekend of games.  So,
instead of the usual nighttime rituals, I simply tied Stefan's right wrist
to my left one, and we cuddled together to watch the movie.

The next thing I knew, it was morning, and Stefan's mouth was sucking on my
morning boner.