Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2006 13:40:44 EST
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 9

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.

No meteorologists 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.

Games With Stefan

by eddyriha

Chapter #9-Weekend at My House (Part 2)

I pulled back the sheet and blankets, revealing Stefan's naked body.  In
the dim light of the bedroom, I could not see every feature of that body,
but I knew it so well from memory that I had no trouble in doing what I
wanted to do.  He was lying on his stomach, his hips shifting a little in
anticipation of the fucking he so desired.  I put the dog collar around his
neck and snapped the leash to it.  Then I took his forearms, one at a time,
and drew them back so that they were even with his calves.  This forced his
ass into the air, exactly as I wanted it.  With the ropes, I tied his
forearms to his calves, securing his wrists to his ankles and his elbows to
his knees.  This position ensured that he could not avoid presenting his
ass to my use, however I wanted it.

Though he didn't need much lube, I still swirled a little Vaseline with my
finger, working it inside his rectum enough so that he began purring and
pressing back against my finger.  "More, my King, more," he begged.
"Please fuck me, please."

How could I resist when he begged so politely?  Not that I had any
intention of resisting, mind you. . . .

I knelt behind Stefan and rubbed my hands over his ass cheeks.  They were
soft and rounded, not unnecessarily plump, but tight muscular boyish ass,
with the delight of the waiting hole in the center.  My fingers ran all
over and around Stefan's ass, his thighs, his stomach, his back.  I could
feel the lumps that his vertebrae made.  I could practically count his
ribs.  His stomach was perhaps his softest feature.  He didn't have
developed abs yet, but he wasn't overweight, either.  It was simply the
softness of a boy's stomach which hasn't yet developed into a man's
abdomen.

Once my inspection was complete, I turned my attention to fucking his ass.
I leaned over his body, which in this bound position forced his head down
to the bed and raised his ass upward.  I held the leash in my left hand and
aimed my dick at his hole with my right.  Without resistance, my cock
slammed into his hole, and he instinctively tried to slide forward.  But I
jerked the leash, which caused him to back into my thrust.

He gasped, but did not resist my assault on his ass.  "Are you OK?" I
asked.

"It's cool, my King," he replied.  Then he added, "Please fuck me."

I did.  I leaned into his body with each thrust, as I maintained balance
with my left hand on the leash and my right grasping the right side of his
chest.  I allowed my weight to guide me downward, as I rode my cock into
his hole again and again and again.  He was moaning and gurgling in a
combination of pain and pleasure as I kept fucking and fucking his ass.  I
felt him begin his own orgasm before I suddenly erupted again into his
tight asshole.  Finally, exhausted, I slumped over Stefan's damp body, and
I pressed my lips against his neck, just above the dog collar.

"Thank you, my king," he whispered.  "That was awesome!"

I released his arms and legs from their bonds, and he sank into the bed.  I
curled up beside him and took him in my arms.  "I'm glad we can spend the
night together," I whispered into my lover's ear.  "We've never been able
to do that before."

He snuggled back into my arms.  "I love being in bed with you, my King," he
whispered back.  "I wish I could always be here with you."

We were silent for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of our two bodies
embracing each other.  I was kissing his cheek lightly.  I could tell his
eyes were closed, but I didn't know whether he was falling asleep yet.

Then Stefan said, "Please tie me up again."

"Won't it be hard to sleep that way?"

"No, my King.  Sometimes, when I know I won't be disturbed in the morning,
I tie my wrists and ankles together and imagine that you have done it to me
and are lying in bed beside me.  Some nights it's the only way I can get to
sleep."

This boy was almost too good to be true.  "If that is what you wish, my
slave," I said.  In a moment, his wrists were bound behind his back and his
ankles were tied together.  I resisted the impulse to hogtie him, as I knew
that might keep him from getting a good night's sleep.  And he would need
his sleep, for what I'd planned for the next day.

Still, I couldn't resist trying another of my fantasies.  I climbed out of
bed and went into my bedroom, returning in a moment with two rubber items.
One was a bathtub drain plug, which was tapered from the top (which had a
chain attached) to the bottom, from which a rubber lip extended.  The
purpose of this lip was to keep the plug in place, regardless of the
movements the bather's feet made in the tub.  It would serve the same
function for the boy's asshole.  I smeared some Vaseline on the plug, then
inserted it into his hole.  He squirmed a little at first, but then relaxed
as I rubbed my hand along his leg.

"That's just to keep my place warm for me," I told him.  "It's so you grow
even more accustomed to having me inside you."

I took next the other item, a rubber ball to which I had attached a strong
cord, and held it to his lips.  "Open your mouth," I said.  He obeyed, and
I pushed the ball inside.  It fit comfortably, maybe a little snugly, but
it kept him from entirely sealing his lips together.  I tied the cord
around behind his head and once again lay down behind him.

"You are all mine, my slave," I whispered into his ear as we both drifted
off to sleep.  "I love you, I love you."

               * * * * * *

I awoke in the morning, with the sun streaming in the side window of the
bedroom.  For a moment, I wasn't sure exactly where I was, but then I felt
the warmth of Stefan against my side, and I remembered vividly all our
games of the previous evening.  It was a new day, and I was excited about
the possibilities. . . .

I climbed out of bed and went into the adjacent bathroom to take a piss.
When I came back, Stefan was looking up at me with open, eager eyes that
were clearly focused on my cock.  He mumbled something into his gag,
something which sounded like "Please give me your cock for breakfast."

I ignored his request, instead carrying him into the bathroom so he could
take a piss.  Then I brought him into my bedroom, where I lay him on the
plastic sheet which was still on my bed.  I tied his dick and balls with an
old shoelace, which caused him to become erect, but which would prevent him
from reaching orgasm.  I then untied his wrists and bound them to the
corners of the bed, and I did the same with his ankles.  Unlike the
previous evening, I did not tie Stefan face up.  Instead, he lay face down,
with his ass exposed.

He wriggled as much as he could, as if asking that I replace the rubber
plug in his ass with the larger plug that was my cock.  But I ignored that
implied request, disappearing down into the kitchen to get myself some
breakfast.

I brought my cereal back to the bedroom, and I proceeded to sit on Stefan's
back, facing his ass, as I ate.  He would have his opportunity to eat, but
first a little fun.

No sooner had I finished my cereal when I heard a rattle across the street.
I peered through a narrow gap in the curtains, which remained closed the
whole weekend, and saw that Sandro had dropped his bike in Stefan's
driveway, and he had leaped up the steps to ring the front doorbell.

I whistled.  Sandro turned his head in the general direction, but he
couldn't see me.  "Over here," I called.  He leaped down the steps, picked
up his bike, and wheeled it into my driveway.

"What's up?"  he asked.

"Stefan's folks are not home this weekend," I said.

Sandro looked bummed.  "I was hoping Stefan would be around-to play."

"Oh, he is," I replied.  "Put your bike around back and come in through the
back garage door, and I'll show you what I mean."

In a moment, I heard the door between the garage and the downstairs hallway
open.

As Sandro put his foot on the first step, I called down to him, "Strip."

"You mean-?"

"Yes.  Strip."

There was a moment of hesitation, before I heard a zipper and the rustle of
clothes.

Then a pause.  "Everything?"

"Everything."

Another moment.

"What now?"

"Carry you clothes upstairs and give them to me."

I could hear him gathering his clothes together, and then his steps on the
stairs.  As he reached the top, he offered me his clothes and sneakers,
which I took from him.  Once he was standing there, completely naked, I
could see Sandro's hard-on jutting out.  The boy wasted no time getting
excited, and he hadn't even seen the best part.

"Wait here," I ordered, as I went into the master bedroom to stash his
clothes.  When I returned, he was standing in the same spot, awkwardly
shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his hands clasped behind
him.  He seemed eager, though doing his best not to show that fact.  His
dick still remained at full mast, all six or seven inches of it.  I could
just see the look on Stefan's face when that baby plowed into him. . . .

"This way," I said to Sandro, as I took his hand and led him into my
bedroom.  His jaw literally dropped when he saw Stefan stretched out, face
down, on my bed, with a bathtub plug in his ass and a makeshift ball gag in
his mouth.

"He let you do this to him?" Sandro asked.  At the sound of his voice,
Stefan turned his head and seemed for the first time to realize the
presence of another person in the room.  He squirmed in his bonds, as if he
was either embarrassed or frightened.

"Yeah, he is my willing slave."

"He always does stuff like this to me.  But I never thought he would let
anyone do them to him."

I told Sandro briefly the story of how my games with Stefan started, as
well as the story of the weekend thus far.

"Has he been here all night." Sandro asked.

"No, I just was getting ready to start some new games when you showed up.
Since you are here, you can choose what you'd like to do with my slave."

Sandro reached over to touch Stefan's buttplug.  He twisted it back and
forth, causing Stefan to moan and groan, to squirm more.

"I'd like to fuck him," he said.  "Then I'd like to play with his body,
like he always plays with mine."

"Go right ahead.  But don't mind me being here.  I'd like to watch, maybe
even help out."

"Sure," Sandro smiled.  "That would be cool."

He twisted the plug some more, then slowly pulled it out by the chain.  The
bottom lip of the plug caught on Stefan's sphincter, and it took a couple
of minutes for Sandro to get it out, during which time Stefan writhed and
squirmed so much on the bed I thought he might hurt himself.

When the plug was removed, Sandro grabbed the leash in one hand as he
scrambled up on the bed.  He kneeled between Stefan's spread legs, leaned
over, and kissed the back of his buddy's neck.  "Good doggie, good doggie,"
he said.  When I looked at him with an eyebrow raised, Sandro explained,
"When we play games, he always calls me is doggie and makes me bark before
he fucks me."  He looked at Stefan's gagged mouth.  "But I think I'll leave
his mouth as it is." He slapped Stefan's ass and said, "Now you're gonna
get the fucking you deserve."

Sandro put a finger in his partner's ass and found it already lubed and
waiting.  Then he poised his erect cock at the opening of Stefan's hole.
He teased the hole with the tip of his cock, making Stefan squirm even
more.  I was thinking how glad I was that that cock wasn't about to push
its way in my ass.  And how glad I'd made Stefan wear that plug.  It had
stretched and relaxed Stefan's hole enough that it might be able to endure
Sandro's cock.

Then, with sudden movement, Sandro pushed his way inside.  Stefan gasped
and tried to scream through his gag.  Sandro slapped the boy's head.

"Shut up, doggie.  You think this hurts, it's nothing compared to what I'm
gonna do to you."

For a minute or two, Sandro paused with his dick fully inside Stefan's ass.
Then he began pumping and thrusting, back and forth, in and out, causing
Stefan to moan with each thrust.  The whole scene had thoroughly aroused
me, the sight of a cute tanned boy fucking my slave, actually pummeling him
with a large boy cock, forcing Stefan into the bed with each thrust.  I
couldn't see how Stefan was able to endure it, but somehow he did, and
after awhile it was clear Stefan had gone past the initial pain, because he
was purring and making cooing sounds into his gag.  Sandro's ass muscles
flexed at each thrust, and his breathing became faster and faster as he
moved swiftly to orgasm.  When he finally erupted and shot his load, Sandro
bucked and rocked so much that his dick popped out of Stefan's ass and cum
sprayed all over the ass and lower back of the bound boy.  Some splattered
onto the bed, which made me glad I had left the plastic sheet on.

Sandro remained where he was, kneeling between Stefan's legs.  "What now?"
he asked.

"How long can you stay today?"

"Just another hour or so.  I have to get back, because my mom needs me to
help her pack."

"Pack?" I asked.  Stefan squirmed in his bonds, as if I had been asking the
question for him, too.

"Yeah, my dad's job just got transferred to Dallas.  We're packing because
Monday we're loading up the U-Haul truck and driving down there.  The folks
have been talking about the possibility of a move, but even they were
caught off guard by the job transfer.  I managed to get away from the house
to tell Stefan I'm moving."

I removed Stefan's gag because he clearly wanted to say something.  "Please
don't go!'' Stefan exclaimed, his voice cracking as he spoke.  I thought he
was going to cry.  "Please, please stay!"

"I wish I could," Sandro said.  "You guys have made me feel-well, like a
man.  I've enjoyed playing games with both of you."

"How about one more game for the road?" I asked.

Sandro looked at his watch.  "I guess we've got the time."

"OK, then," I said.  "First, lick up all your cum which you sprayed over
Stefan."  He did.  "Now swallow it."  Once again, he obeyed.  "Help me
untie Stefan."  After we had done so, and after Stefan had rubbed his sore
wrists and ankles, I turned to Sandro.  "Put your arms behind your back," I
commanded.  As soon as I had tied Sandro's arms behind him, I took a second
loop and ran it from the tied wrists up his back and around his neck, but
not tying it tightly.  I didn't want to cut off his breathing; I only
wanted to be able to control his movements.

"How does this feel?" I asked.

"It feels OK," he said, after he tested the bonds.

"If it becomes too tight, let me know, OK?  Shake your head several times
quickly if you feel any pain."

Before Sandro could reply, I popped the ball gag, still wet from being in
Stefan's mouth, into Sandro's mouth.  Then I took an old t-shirt, rolled it
into a long strip, and placed it across his eyes, tying the ends together
in the back.

"What now?" Stefan asked.

I stood Sandro in the middle of the room.  "Are you doing OK?" I asked.  He
nodded once.  I made hand signals that led Stefan to kneel before his
blindfolded friend and take his dick in his mouth.  As the lips first
touched the head, Sandro made kind of a sigh.  That sound was repeated a
moment later when I stuck a finger gobbed with Vaseline into his hole.  I
spread it liberally, not leaving any part untouched.  I stoked his
prostate, causing him to buck slightly in Stefan's mouth.  Stefan was
licking and sucking Sandro's dick, which had been just a moment before in
his own ass.

Then I signaled to Stefan to back away.  I picked Sandro up-not a difficult
task as he weighed about the same as Stefan, and I set him over the end of
the bed, his legs lying across the bedspread, his torso turned toward the
ground, his ass exposed to me, upside down.

"Are you doing OK?"  Sandro nodded again.  So I continued my massaging of
his hole, before pointing to Stefan that he should take over.  I carefully
guided my lover so that he was in position, then wiped his erect member
with some Vaseline so that, in the next moment, he entered his friend
without difficulty.  Slowly, Stefan began moving in and out, working up
momentum as he fucked Sandro's ass.  From time to time, I could hear some
gasps from the boy, even through the gag, but he never shook his head, our
signal to stop.  Then Stefan climaxed in a dry orgasm, gradually collapsing
across his friend's outstretched legs.

When he had stepped back, it was my turn.  Without hesitation, I rammed my
cock into Sandro's ass, causing him to yelp inside the gag.  I stretched
out my hands and took hold of his ankles, holding him in position so he
couldn't move.  At my suggestion, Stefan climbed onto the bed and knelt
before me.  I began kissing him, licking his face, sucking on his neck,
even as I continued ramming in and out of Sandro's ass.  The thought that
this would be the only time I fucked this boy, the only time I would find
my dick in his tight, desirable hole, was almost too much, and I found
myself cumming long before I wanted to.  But once I came, my dick didn't
soften, so I kept going, fucking Sandro's ass even further and harder,
until my dick reached full hardness again and I felt the cum rising from my
balls.  Then I was ejaculating into his ass, which now squished with each
thrust.  Finally, I had spent all my load, and my cock slid out of the
boy's reddened asshole.

I pulled Sandro up on the bed.  He was breathing heavily, with a big smile
on his reddened face.  His eyes were closed, and streaks of cum spread
across his chest.  Clearly, he had cum a couple of times in the process of
being fucked.

I removed the gag, the blindfold, and the ropes.  Sandro sat up, rubbing
the fingers of one hand through the cum on his stomach.  He put his fingers
to his mouth and licked them.  He was about to repeat the action, when I
said, "Let Stefan do it.  It will be your parting gift for him."

Eagerly, Stefan knelt in front of his buddy and began sucking and licking
the other boy's torso, making sure to swallow every drop of Sandro's cum.
When he saw that Sandro's dick was aroused again by this sucking and
licking, Stefan immediately began to lick the erection, taking the whole
thing into his mouth and throat.  Sandro closed his eyes again, allowing
himself to surrender to the sensations.  Stefan was clearly gagging on the
cock, which was larger than any he'd sucked to that point, but he didn't
want to say goodbye.  And if sucking Sandro would delay that inevitable
departure, then he would do it.  Though he'd already cum a few times
already, Sandro, eventually came again, though this time a shorter orgasm.
Reluctantly, Stefan released the cock, which was wet from Stefan's saliva.

"I gotta go," Sandro finally said, after the two boys kissed passionately.
"My mom needs me to help pack."  He said it without conviction, as he stood
up.

"Not just yet," I said.  "We need to take a shower."

At that, both boys' eyes lit up.  Not necessarily for some more sex, as
both were clearly drained, at least for the moment.  But for the
opportunity to spend another few minutes together. . . .

We climbed into the shower, and I turned it on.  We soaped each other up,
making our cocks hard again.  But all we did then was to rinse the soap off
as we kissed and fondled each other, pressing our bodies together as if we
wanted to melt into each other.

After I turned off the water, we toweled each other off.  Then Sandro got
dressed and departed, after some more kissing and embracing, out the back
garage door.  Stefan ran to my bedroom window and stood waving until Sandro
was out of sight.  Then he began crying, sobbing as if he would never be
able to stop.  I took my boy into my arms.  I didn't say anything, I didn't
need to.  I carried Stefan into the master bedroom and lay down with him,
holding him close to me as he sobbed and sobbed.

Gradually, his sobbing slowed down, and before we knew it, both of us had
drifted off to sleep.