Date: 27 Mar 2001 17:52:28 -0000
From: Greg Stone <gregstone@eroticstories.com>
Subject: Kevin Gets Inspected

It was 2 pm on a Friday and Kevin was lazily doing chores. He worked in
his uncle's restaurant doing prep work before opening, so he was often
alone. He'd put some music on and was dancing a bit as he worked. He
looked like a typical 21 year-old raver boy: short bleached hair, very
slim and only 5'5", and wearing tight black jeans and a shiny red t-shirt
with a logo on it. It was obvious from the way he moved and sang that he
was extremely effeminate.

Kevin lived for the rave scene with his friends, and he spent almost all
his money on clothes. It was the only reason he agreed to work, since he
always wanted a new outfit for the weekend. Though he was not fully
dressed up now, in the evenings before going out he would often put on
makeup as well: lipstick and nail polish and sometimes mascara to
highlight his girlish features. His ass wiggled enticingly as he cleaned
the kitchen.

There was a knock on the back entrance. Kevin didn't hear it because the
music was so loud. Then it came again, much louder. He turned down the
stereo and ran to open the service entrance. In the door stood a tall,
good-looking, dark-haired man in his early thirties. He was wearing a
jacket and tie and was carrying a briefcase.

"Is the owner here?" he asked.

"No," answered Kevin.

"Well he's supposed to be. I've made him an offer to buy this place, and
I'm here to check things out."

"There's just me here," said Kevin. He paused to check out the visitor. He
had a very masculine and assertive manner.

"Well, if you're an employee, you'll do fine," he answered bluntly. "What
do you do here?"

"My name's Kevin. I just do the prep and some cleaning," said Kevin
timidly. He shrank back a bit as he looked up into the man's eyes, for it
was clear that he was checking Kevin out too. The man admired Kevin's
slender build, and took notice of a pair of firm little nipples poking
through the t-shirt. The boy had a very delicate and smooth face, and as
Kevin turned to put something down, the inspector got a good clear view of
his very round, firm bubble butt in the tight pants. The young man was
just his kind, and he felt his cock stir sympathetically in his pants.

"Show me the dining area first," he said to Kevin. Kevin showed him the
way through the kitchen. As they walked, the man's were fixed on the tight
little boyass swaying girlishly before him. Just as they reached the door
Kevin stopped suddenly and yelped.

"Ow! What's--" he stopped mid-sentence to let out a small gasp, for at
that minute the inspector had grabbed Kevin's ass and given it a little
pinch. He spun around and saw that the man had a smile on his lips. He
reached up and held Kevin gently by the chin.

"You're a little cocksucker, aren't you?" he said darkly. Kevin looked
down, intimidated by the eye contact, only to see a very obvious bulge in
the man's crotch.

"Y- yes mister," he stammered excitedly. "I am."

"Well. I've had a very long week and I need to unwind, and there's nothing
I like more than a nice, slow blowjob to help me relax. Understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand," lisped Kevin.

"`Cause if you don't like the idea, I might change my mind on this deal,
your incompetent uncle will go under, and you'll be out of a job," he said
cruelly.

"Oh no, you can't do that, it isn't--OW!" he squealed suddenly. The man
had cut him short by reaching up and giving both his little nipples a
good, sharp pinch. Instantly they stiffened and poked enticingly through
the thin cotton.

"I'll do as I please, especially since I can tell you want it too," he
answered. "Now, feel this?" And he took one of Kevin's hands and placed it
against his crotch. Kevin felt the hardon burning through the cloth, and
instantly his own little penis began to stiffen. "I want you eventually to
take all of this in that pretty mouth of yours, nice and slow."

"Oh, yes, yes I'd love to." Kevin's voice quavered, for he was both
excited and nervous, not being very experienced, and not at all with older
men. He'd often fantasized about being with a dominant, somewhat older
man, but most of his experience consisted of mutual jack-offs and oral sex
with raver boys like himself. He had never been fucked, either.

"But first, I want to check out that little ass of yours. Turn around."
Kevin turned obediently, and at once the man's hands were grabbing his
ass, caressing the perfect firm spheres and the tight crack between them.
He reached around to undo Kevin's belt and zipper, then worked his pants
down. They were so tight thought that the boy had to wiggle his hips a bit
to get them down. That turned the older man even more, but his eyes
widened with pleasure as the pants finally came down. For in front of him
was not only the exquisite, smooth boybutt he'd expected, but it was also
clad in a very skimpy pair of pink cotton panties, very girlish with
frills all around the edge. They seemed a size too small, judging by the
way they exposed his lower cheeks and the way they rode up his crack.

Instantly Kevin's face was flaming red. His love of wearing girl's
panties--and sometimes girls' outfits--was a secret that he'd shared with
only a few friends. He'd never expected to be found out in this way, and
he feared the worst. He could not have known the effect it would have on
the visitor.

"Mmmm yes, nice little panties, bitch," growled the man as his hands
roamed over the smooth globes. "Nice little bitchboy ass."

"Th- thank you, mister," said Kevin. "I'm glad you like it. Sir, may I ask
you your name?"

"It's Greg," he replied. He had knelt down so that Kevin's butt was
directly in front of his face, and he was grabbing and massaging the
smooth white skin with both hands, sliding his fingers beneath the lacy
pink cotton to graze the outside of the taut asscrack. "Do you always wear
girls' panties?"

"No, not always," said Kevin. "But I love them, they make me feel so sexy
on my bum, and I have all kinds, white, baby blue, black." The thought of
Kevin's smooth ass encased in all those panties got Greg raging hard. He
sat down in a chair and ordered Kevin to kneel before him.

"Take my cock out, faggot," he ordered. Nervously, Kevin reached forward
to undo Greg's fly. Then he reached in and slowly pulled out a rock-hard
seven-incher with a thick purple head. Kevin's eyes widened and he began
to drool. "Both hands," said Greg. Kevin seized it with both hands and
began to stroke it up and down.

"Mmmm that's good," groaned Greg. "Have you ever sucked cock before?"

"No, not really, I mean--" stammered Kevin, unable to answer clearly
because of his excitement. "I mean, I have--"

"Never mind," interrupted Greg, and he grabbed Kevin's head with both
hands and drew it into his lap, placing the tip of his cock against the
little bitchboy's lips. Instantly Kevin's lips parted, and Greg slowly
pushed his hard meat into his mouth. Kevin savored the delicious taste of
the hard shaft penetrating his mouth pushing relentlessly in until it
reached the back of his throat, making him gag slightly.

"Aaaaaah, that's it, bitch. Get it nice and wet and start sucking." Kevin
began working his tongue around Greg's rod, the biggest he had ever taken.
He salivated hungrily, lubricating his mouth and making it easier for
Greg, who began to thrust slowly in and out. Kevin sucked greedily on the
hard shaft, responding to Greg's moans and shudders.

Greg was loving the feel of Kevin's warm little mouth sucking back his
dick. Though inexperienced, the raver boy was clearly a born cocksucker.
"Now stroke my balls too." Kevin began caressing the heavy ballsack
between Greg's thighs, stroking and gently squeezing the large balls. The
sensation drove Greg wild,and he pumped faster and faster into Kevin's
mouth, causing the drool to pour from the boy's lips. He grunted and
gasped, gripping Kevin's head tightly. Kevin was loving it too, especially
the firm way Greg held him. He tried to moan back in pleasure too, but his
mouth was so jammed full of the hard meat that he could only produce a few
small whimpers.

"Yeah, little pussy, keep sucking, suck it hard, squeeze my balls!" Kevin
could tell the man was getting close, not just from the way he was pumping
and battering the back of his throat, but from how incredibly hard his
dick was getting. A trickle of precum began to ooze from the tip. Kevin
sucked it back hungrily, loving the salty taste. He'd tasted his own
before after masturbating, but Greg's seemed stronger, saltier. The
trickle increased so that it mingled with his saliva. The warm liquid ran
from Kevin's lips and down his chin. Suddenly Greg's got extra hard, and
his balls jumped in Kevin's soft hand.

"Aw, hunh, fuck it, aaaaarrrh!" A huge load of boiling jizz burst from
Greg's cock, instantly filling Kevin's mouth. He swallowed some quickly,
only for the next few blasts to fill him up again. Over and over the
bitter, salty cream pumped into Kevin's mouth, and he sucked back every
drop. Greg was pressing Kevin's face right into his crotch as he grunted
and moaned in orgasm. Finally the last trickle oozed from the head and he
relaxed. Kevin licked his lips.

"Nice blowjob, faggot," he sighed. "Now, why don't you go to the bar and
fix me a drink. Whiskey and soda." Kevin kicked off the pants that were
still dangling around his ankles and went off to mix the drink. When he
came back, he showed Greg to the office, where there was a couch. He also
brought a small bottle of vegetable oil with him. Greg sat back while
Kevin sat in his lap, stroking his hair. Greg ran his hands over Kevin,
toying with his nipples. He pulled off Kevin's t-shirt so that the
girlyboy was dressed only in the pink panties and a pair of white socks.

"Lie across my lap," said Greg. "I want to check out your little pussy."

"Oh yes, please, baby," begged Kevin. He trembled at the thought of what
was to come as he lay face down over Greg's lap, his crotch resting
against Greg's. Greg caressed the smooth ass, then slowly pulled the
frilly panties down mid-thigh. Kevin's little penis was still erect, but
he could also tell that Greg's cock, having fired a load only ten minutes
before, was also starting to thicken again.

"That's a nice smooth crack you've got there." His fingers caressed the
outside of the crack, then slowly worked their way in deeper. Kevin parted
his legs slightly, and Greg parted the smooth white cheeks with his
thumbs. Kevin sighed as he felt his asscheeks part to expose his little
pucker. Greg admired the sight of a very tight-looking little pink rectum.
His thumb brushed over the taut little muscle, causing Kevin to shudder
with pleasure.

"You having your little boypussy played with, don't you?" said Greg.

"Oh, yes sir, that feels so good," sighed Kevin as he wiggled his hips
with excitement. "But I've never really had it used like this before."

"I don't believe you," said Greg. "You seem like a really slutty little
pussyboy to me, like you'd bend over at the end of the day and let all the
waiters have a go at your hot little boycunt." As he spoke he placed his
thumb over the anus and began to massage. He spat on it and gradually
began to work the hold open.

"Oh, no," said Kevin. "I've never done that before, oooooh..." his voice
trailed off into a pleasured whimper as Greg's thumb began to stretch open
and penetrate his anal muscle. "Oh, please don't stop, just keep--Ooooh!"
He cried out sharply as Greg suddenly delivered a sharp, stinging swat
with his other hand. The boy's butt cheeks jiggled at the blow.

"Mmmmm, you like that bitch, right?" said Greg.

"Oh no, please it--OOOWWWW!" and another swat rained down on Kevin's ass,
then a few more on each cheek. Greg watched admiringly as the once-pale
little buns quickly turned a flaming red. All the while his thumb was
still working its way deeper into Kevin's anus. Kevin gasped and wriggled
against the pain, but Greg's grip was too firm for him and he was helpless.

"Yeah, bitch, I like the way your little pussy tightens up when I spank
you," said Greg. Though Kevin at first felt ashamed at being treated this
way, it soon gave way to an intense excitement, and he wiggled and bucked
his hips against Greg's thumb and palm as more spankings rained down.
Greg's cock was rock hard again now, poking against Kevin's stomach. Kevin
couldn't believe how much bigger it was compared to his own.

"I want a closer look at your ass, faggot," said Greg. "Kneel down." He
made Kevin kneel on the couch with his shoulders down and his butt up in
the air. Greg sat behind him and firmly grasped each buttcheek and parted
them again. He pressed his face between the smooth bubble cheeks and began
to lick Kevin's asshole. Kevin squealed and gasped.

"Ooooh, oooh my gooood!" he wailed, never having experienced rimming
before. Greg was flicking his tongue up and down the little anal muscle,
tickling and probing it. Kevin had tentatively fingered himself before and
had a boyfriend finger him once too, but the sensation of the warm, wet
tongue lapping at his boypussy was totally new and thrilling.

"Ooooh, please don't stop, lick my little boycunt baby," he sighed. Greg
grunted wordlessly as the tip of his tongue danced expertly over the tiny
anus, which began to twitch and flex in response. He was an expert
ass-eater who'd given many effeminate young pussyboys like Kevin their
first real lesson in rimming. He sucked and nibbled at the anus too,
gradually allowing his tongue to pry open the tight little ring. Kevin's
whole asscrack had a warm, wet feeling, and he wondered if this was what
it felt like for girls when their pussies got wet. He slowly rotated his
hips as Greg continued to eat him out.

Greg lowered his mouth and began to suck on Kevin's smooth little balls,
replacing his tongue with a finger up the twink's ass. The rimming had
relaxed it so much that the finger slid easily in, and Kevin moaned at the
dual pleasure of having his ass and balls played with. With his other hand
Greg tweaked his hard nipples. Kevin gasped again, then reached back
between Greg's legs to find the hard cock jutting out, and started to
stroke it with his soft palm.

"Yeah, faggot," groaned Greg. "That's nice. Now get ready to have daddy
fuck your little pussy."

"Oooh, please be careful baby, I've never done that before." Kevin was far
too excited to be nervous. The combined feelings of the rimming and the
finger up his ass had driven him up the wall with lust, and he longed to
help bring Greg to another, even more intense orgasm. He had fantasized
often of being fucked, especially by an older man. Sometimes he jacked off
to fantasies of being a slutty college girl in a frat house, dressed in a
skimpy short skirt and blouse, who got thrown onto a pool table and gang
fucked by all the college studs.

Keeping Kevin in the same position, ass up in the air, Greg opened the
bottle of oil and ordered Kevin to lube him up. He poured some into
Kevin's hand, then a bit more into his own. While Kevin grasped Greg's
hard shaft in his hand and sensuously worked the oil all around it, Greg
began to massage his boycunt with it, working it all around the hole and
deep inside it with first one finger, then two. He rubbed the oil all over
Kevin's asscheeks until the glistened, highlighting their perfect
roundness.

"All right, bitch, get ready to take it," said Greg. He grasped Kevin's
hips and placed the tip of his hard seven inches against the well-greased
boypussy. Kevin at once felt its intense heat between his bumcheeks and
sighed with pleasure. Pushing forward while pulling Kevin back as well,
Greg slowly increased the pressure against the tight muscle, until at last
the head popped into Kevin's ass. He grunted with satisfaction.

"Aaaah, ooh go slow, it hurts a bit," said Kevin.

"You'll get used to it, bitchboy. They all do." And slowly Greg began a
slight pumping motion to work his shaft further into his pussyboy's hole.
He watched as, in tiny increments, the hard shaft penetrated Kevin's ass,
until it was nearly all the way in. The heat and tension of the virgin
boycunt were intense. Kevin quickly learned to love the sensation of
having his ass filled by the fat cock. It was intensely pleasurable to be
held and fucked like this, to be used like a slut for this strange man's
pleasure. His breath relaxed and became deeper and raspier.

At last Greg was all the way in. With a satisfied groan he pressed his
groin against the fag's smooth buttcheeks, letting his balls rest against
his. Then he pulled out and started thrusting. Kevin squealed with
pleasure and began to buck his hips back against the pounding he was
getting from behind. Greg's grip was firm, and his cock was shafting in
and out of him at a frantic pace.

"Oh yes, fuck me, baby, fuck my boycunt, aaaaaah!" he wailed. Greg's
sweating groin smacked loudly against the hairless bubble butt, thrusting
deeper and deeper with each shove of his muscular body.

"Yeah bitch, take it! Squeeze my cock with your little faggot pussy!" With
every third or fourth thrust he started giving Kevin a hard swat on his
ass to ensure he stayed tight. The twink cried out and gasped in pleasure,
working his slim hips in a frantic rhythm against Greg's fucking motions.
He could hear his well-oiled anus making a squishy sound with every thrust
of the hard dick inside him. Greg pumped him relentlessly, harder and
faster.

Suddenly he pulled out. Kevin's heart sank for a second, thinking it was
over. But Greg grabbed him and flipped him onto his back, then grabbed his
ankles and spread his legs wide. Leaning over him, Greg repositioned his
cock between Kevin's buns and quickly slid back up inside him. Kevin let
out a wail of pleasure as he was filled again, feeling it even more deeply
than before. As Greg resumed his thrusting, Kevin felt totally filled with
cock. He reached up and ran his hands over the dark hair on Greg's chest,
then tweaked the man's nipples. Instantly his cock grew even harder and
his thrusting more violent. He lay forward right on top of the twink and
gave one final, brutal shove up his boycunt.

"Aaaarh, fuck!" he groaned. At once Kevin felt the hard shaft pulsing
inside him, spraying his pussy with successive loads of hot cum. Greg
grunted and thrust with each one, his whole body spasming with each blast.

"Yeah....bitch...take it...unh!" Kevin wrapped his long, slim legs around
Greg's waist to hold him deeper, not wanting to lose any of the precious
jism. At last Greg was still, breathing hard, collapsed on top of Kevin
who was pleasurably crushed by the man's weight. He ran his hands tenderly
over Greg's back, sighing. He felt a warm trickle between their stomachs,
and realized that he too had cum, but had been so absorbed in Greg's
orgasm that he hadn't noticed it.

They relaxed for a bit on the couch, Kevin lying in Greg's arms with his
panties still around his knees. After a while Greg sat up and looked at
his watch.

"I need to go shortly, but I need one last thing." he said.

"What's that?" asked Kevin.

"I need to complete my inspection of this place. Let me see the kitchen
again." They returned to the kitchen, and Kevin noticed that Greg brought
his necktie and belt with him. Greg looked around with a disapproving
expression on his face.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Kevin. Suddenly Greg spun him around and
grabbed both his wrists from behind.

"Yes," he replied. "I'm concerned about dirty little fagboys in the
kitchen." And he made Kevin climb up onto the stainless steel counter by
one of the sinks. It was very cold against his back and butt and he
shivered. Greg took his tie and tied both of Kevin's wrists together, then
tied the other end to a pipe just behind his head. Then he grabbed the
trembling twink by the ankles and strapped them together with his belt.
Kevin could barely move. Greg raised Kevin's legs and pushed them forward
so this knees pressed against his chest, exposing his ass.

"Do you keep yourself clean in the kitchen?" asked Greg.

"Oh, yes sir. I always wash my hands," he answered nervously. He had never
been tied up before but the sensation of being so restrained and helpless
thrilled him. He was totally at Greg's mercy.

"Well I think you're lying," said Greg. "I don't like faggots who try to
lie to me," and with that he gave Kevin's ass a sharp pinch. He squealed
and jumped on the table, causing the bonds around his wrists to tighten. A
cruel smile crossed Greg's lips, and he pinched the other cheek, even
harder. Two bright red welts appeared on the twink's butt.

"I'm sorry daddy," he gasped. "I'm not clean, I'm very dirty."

"Yes, you're a dirty little bitch," said Greg. "And daddy's going to clean
you up." He took Kevin's ankles and set the belt strap over a small hook
in a nearby pipe, so that the twink's ass was suspended a few inches over
the tabletop. Then Greg knelt down and parted the aching bumcheeks with
his thumbs, exposing the tender pink anus. He ran a finger over it and it
twitched in response. Kevin gasped. Greg continued to massage the tight
muscle until it slowly relaxed and Kevin's breathing grew deeper. He
leaned forward and began to rim the fragrant boyass again. His hands
roamed up over Kevin's body and started playing with his cool little
nipples.

"Oooooh yes, baby, eat my pussy again," he sighed. He wriggled as much as
he could in his bonds, loving the dual sensation of having his boycunt and
nipples played with. Greg ran his tongue lovingly over the taut muscle,
and as it relaxed it opened slightly and a small drop of his own cum
leaked out. He continued licking, pressing the tip of his tongue into the
little pucker. He ran a fingertip along the outer ring of the anus as his
tongue probed inside. Kevin, his pink cotton panties still around his
knees, went out of his mind with pleasure and squealed like a girl. Greg
grunted in response and pushed his tongue deeper up the twink's ass, while
his fingertip massage the tender muscle from the outside.

The sight of the smooth young raver tied up had Greg's cock at full
attention again. "One more time, faggot. Daddy's going to pound your pussy
one more time," he growled. He stood up and gripped his cock in one hand,
then pressed the thick purple head against Kevin's boypussy. He leaned
forward, paused, then with a single shove was all the way in.

"Unh!" he grunted loudly. Kevin's pucker contracted against the sudden
penetration, but Greg was already in up to his balls. He started working
his hips back and forth, and Kevin's anus relaxed. He wriggled pointlessly
against his bonds. He could not control his own movements; it was Greg's
relentless pumping that stirred his smooth young body.

"Yes, ooooooh fuck meeeee, fuck my pussy!" he wailed. The fucking was even
more intense than before. This time he was totally helpless, totally at
the mercy of the older man shoving noisily in and out of his little
boypussy. His anus twitched and flexed around the burning shaft, milking
it for the sweet cum it withheld.

Greg was pumping away like a madman, his muscles rigid and his face and
chest drenched in sweat. He loved the sight of the little faggot tied down
before him, getting his first real lessons in assplay and fucking. He
could hear his own balls slapping sweatily against the smooth butt, and
yearned to release another hot load up the bitch's ass.

"Yeah, cuntboy, take my cock! Take it in your fuckin' pussy!" he grunted.
Kevin gasped and bucked his hips in response as Greg's groin smacked
against his ass. The silk tie around his wrists was tighter then ever, and
his hips swayed helplessly over the cold metal table inn time with Greg's
pumping. In all the times that he had dreamed of being fucked, jerking his
little cock as he fingered his ass in bed, he had never imagined it could
be like this. He loved the feel of being restrained and controlled, of
being nothing but a pussy to please his master. The hot cock was deep
inside, stretching his pussy lips and lining his insides with a steady
trickle of precum.

At last Greg could hold back no more. He grasped Kevin's hips and lunged
forward with a final slam up the hot boycunt.

"Unh! Unh! Yeah, fuckin' take it bitch!" he shouted. Kevin instantly felt
the two large balls nestled between his buttcheeks start spasming, as they
pumped a third heavy load of thick, hot cum inside him. Greg pressed him
tight to his groin, pushing deeper each time as he unloaded up the twink's
hot ass. The jizz lined the walls of Kevin's cunt, and a warm feeling
spread through him. His anus twitched excitedly in response and milked the
final drops of cum from Greg's shaft.

Greg pulled and a small trickle of his cum ran out of Kevin's ass. He
untied the twink, who immediately got down on his knees to suck Greg's
cock clean while he masturbated himself. Then he gasped and shivered, and
a few small spurts of cum sprayed from his stiff little penis. "Good
girl," said Greg.

Greg cleaned himself up and got dressed. He handed Kevin a business card
and said, "Give this to your uncle. Tell him I need to think about it some
more."

"Yes sir, I will," said Kevin.

"I may have to come back and do another inspection," said Greg as he
walked out. He didn't even say goodbye. Kevin sighed and rubbed his sore
butt. He felt a trickle of cum running down his thigh, and hoped Greg
would return some day soon.