Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2009 08:38:03 +0000 (GMT)
From: A pants fan <tosserlad@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: "Humiliated #1"

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Humiliated 1 (Young Friends/Authoritarian: b/m/humil/underwear )

I enjoy being humiliated, and can perform it quite well on others if the
moment is right. I am curious about what it is and why I like it. I
associate it with intense, prolonged and sexual pleasure. For you my view
of humiliation may be domination, or mastery. The first time it happened to
me it was a complete surprise, it is still a favourite wank memory.

Ian was 13 when this happened and I was nearly 11. His sister Ann was 9. We
lived close together in the suburbs of London. It was the summer vacation.
Ann was a close friend of my younger sister and we would go swimming
together almost every day to the local pool. Ann had pretty much decided I
was going to be her boyfriend in some way and would be very flirty always
trying to kiss or hold hands and she would get tangled in my legs while in
the pool as a game.

One afternoon we were back at her house. I knew she had a brother but he
was at that age much older and at a different school -- he and I always
ignored each other: I was just a kid. He was a stronger, older boy. I had
no sex life as such. Used to get erections, but was innocent of all sexual
knowledge. I enjoyed kid things: hide and seek, playing, running and
fighting and sometimes slightly weird pissing up the wall competitions and
showing girls my dick along with boys my own age. It was all just
play. That day changed it.

Ann and I were in the house alone watching TV around 4.30 in the afternoon
when Ian came striding through the house. Sweaty from a game, he was in
school soccer kit and with a rucksack over his shoulder. He was about
5ft.10 skinny under-14 soccer team kid with straight dark hair, white skin
and green eyes. They were from Scotland and spoke with regional accents --
I was a Londoner. `OK you two -- not fucking then?" I looked at Ann and she
shook her head -- "You are bad Ian, I'll tell our dad you said that." He
hadn't stopped to deal with her response but ran up to his room.

About 15 minutes later my sister arrived and she and Ann got into
chatting. I could hear moving upstairs and I quietly went up to the closed
door I could not make out what was happening. I went over to the bathroom
where the door was ajar. Pushing the door to behind me I looked around. I
had been in the room before but it smelled different -- not bad, just
different. There was no steam so he had not bathed or showered, but the
room was strewn with Ian's sports kit.

Across the floor his used school team strip was scattered where it had
fallen. I was due to go to that school after the summer and out of a kind
of curiosity I picked up the shirt by the shoulders. I held it up to my
body and looked at myself in the mirror -- I would look ok in this kit, I
guess. I saw that the shirt was darker under his arms. I touched the
darkness with my fingers and smelled them from where I had contact with the
boy's sweat. It was quite strong and musky, somehow attractive. I raised
the shirt to my face and inhaled his armpits -- strange warm smell. I
realised it was making me horny. I didn't wank yet, but I got hard ons a
lot. I threw down the shirt and then saw the crumpled briefs. I
instrinctively picked them up and held them by the waistband. The shape of
Ian's cock had stretched out the front panel of the white brief and the
cotton was soiled. I felt my cock pumping in my pants and I lifted the
front panel of the briefs to

 my nose and breathed in. First what I knew was piss around the leg hole to
the left side, smelled a bit like mine which I used to smell sometimes when
I had worn them a few days - I kind of liked it, but I knew it was not
something to do openly. Something for under-the-duvet, to smell before
sleeping.

But there was a huge starchy patch, the cotton was almost glued together,
under the worn waistband right over to the left hip. That was a new smell.
As I was engrossed in breathing this in I looked across to the mirror and
saw Ian standing behind me at the half open door. He was wearing just a
pair of loose grey track pants -- no other waistband visible. His hand was
reaching out and he grabbed my shoulder roughly snatching his intimate
clothing from my hand. He pushed the door closed behind him and locked it.

"What the fuck are you up to mate?" He looked at the garment in his
hands. I felt my face redden. His eyes were angry and drilled into me. I
could see him thinking as he assessed the scene. "So you a queer boy are
you? Thought you were into ma wee sister, but here ye are sniffing ma piss
and cum." I had no idea what cum was. I know I was even redder. I fell back
onto the seat of the toilet. He stood over me looking at the underwear and
then me. He was sneering at me as he pushed me back against the tank of the
toilet and with his hand through waistband of the pants he trailed them
over my face.  He smiled menacingly .

"I am going to make you pay for this lady . . . . oh yes indeed"

He was so natural at this.  And at 13.  He trailed the piss stains over my
nose. "Like the smell of ma stale lad's piss do ya you little pervert?" The
rolling `r' in pervert was thrilling. His young male voice hardly broken
but still much more masculine than mine. "What about ma arse?" He trailed
the back of the briefs where he his young arse had tracked the cotton. My
eyes saw the marks and I found myself inhaling the thrilling sourness of
his body. "And the wank sweat off ma bollocks" -- so many new words along
with a delicious sweaty musk smell from between his legs. "And I bet you
like this best of all don't ya?" He rotated the briefs so that the thick
starchy mark at the waistband hung about half an inch under my nose. Warmed
by my breath as I drew in the scent, the drug of young sperm fired my
brain. My cock was now helplessly twitching and pumping in my shorts. I
could feel like I was pissing warm slime into my underwear. I had just
squirted my first load of cum. His eye saw the movement in my shorts.
"Right then mate - you filthy little cunt, spunked yersell sniffing ma cock
did ya? Well, I'll tell you what's gonna happen now".

Sitting on a toilet in my cum soaked pants with a straight boy standing
over me taunting me with his smelly cock and stale underwear. Life was
never the same again. More to come.

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