Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2004 20:34:39 +0000 (GMT)
From: Chaim <bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Roger part 1

Roger

Part 1



Usual disclaimer.

You have to be old enough to read this :)

You will punished my law or by me (it is more effective believe me) if
you are any younger.

Europe (16+) but check on Irish laws and those of Eastern European
Countries.

Some parts of the free world (18+). Some parts other parts of the world
you have a problem if they, your parents, friends, the Law, finds out.

If you live in this kind of the world you will know, be careful my
friend!

It is a weird world.

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<bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk>



Story codes ASSGM t/b, Oral/Anal/BD/Dom



Roger

Part 1.



Walking in the hills of the Belgium Ardennes made me feel very good. It
seemed good to use my legs again. I realized I liked it to be outdoors
when I unpacked my backpack next to a little stream and took enough stuff
for the night. It had been days since I had heard human voices. I felt
good about that.

My thoughts went over and over the past weeks of sharp pain. Maybe when
I'm older I thought this separation won't seem as tragic as it seems to
be now. Something about myself. I am seventeen now, Dutch, last year at
High School and missed my lover Maarten dearly. Of course I knew from the
beginning this would be the end. Maarten is that way. I had always knew,
Maarten was into other man and boys and not a family man, into long time
relations. Maarten is living in the centre of Amsterdam and he knows the
scene very well. He was very honest about that from the beginning. He was
a man, with a lot of needs.



When we met in the subway he was just 20, reading a book about Paris and
our eyes met. I couldn't put my eyes down or away from his strong
muscular body. He was very powerful and handsome. My world became focused
on serving his needs in every way.

He gave me his phone number and e mail address and that was the
beginning. After some nights I moved into his house.

Every task he gave me was further proof that Maarten valued me, needed me
as a house and body servant besides his very important affairs, which I
never really understood. I was washing his clothes and cleaning his
house, doing his shopping, cooking his meals and washing his dishes. All
this became my points of great honour! Believe me.

My only source of pride were his compliments and satisfaction. My reward
when he ordered me around and took him in his bed.

Well, sometimes he was a little bit cruel to me, all my friends told me
that and were worried. His anger was short when I failed and he raised
the whip hard just for 10 times to make me obedient again. I was his
little slave. 

I wanted it that way, and I knew there could be no other man nor boy for
me. For a couple of months our love blossomed and I loved him very much.

I knew his beatings were signs of his love, and to be honest I loved the
way he dominated me. I wanted to be his obedient boy slave.

Everything changed when he met David, 19, a young man, like myself. My
lovely dream began to fade away. David was no one night stand and Maarten
made that very clear. I had to leave the house when David was around.

David is a strong teen with black hair. He is much taller and stronger
then me. But, I wondered all the time, Maarten told me always he loved my
slim frame, my little nipples and blond hair, my smooth body, so much.

One day Maarten came home and told me to sit down. Without introduction
he told me he had chosen David to be his lover and house boy.



I unpacked enough food for a little dinner and wondered how far the
nearest farm would be. I didn't care, it was vital now to be undisturbed
on my own. I stood and took off all my clothes, I needed a `swim', a
cool dip before the sun was gone. I waded in and swam around, splashing
around making a lot of noise. Some birds flew away disturbed in their
peace. When I returned to my campsite, wet and dripping, my cock stood
erect and proud. My balls pulled up tight my smooth body glistering in
the still warm sun. I slowly stroked my cock dreaming about Maarten and
his strong handsome body. The way he tied me up and fucked me, hard and
firm. Making my little frame his property. I knew he didn't care about
my own needs. Stupid enough I felt guilty when I finished myself off in
the bathroom.

Still, he was so strong and powerful. He has a large cock which could
fill me up till the limit and I loved it that way. Being helpless and
into his power.

In no time my smooth belly was covered with my cum. I washed it away in
the cold river and smile. It was good to be on myself for a couple of
days.



I knew sunset was close and I needed some wood for a little fire. I
replaced only my black hiking boots. I set off into the woods using a
small path, it would be not difficult to find my way back. I had only
gathered a half dozen of small branches when I heard a soft sound. I
stopped and listened carefully. I knew it was not an animal. I heard the
soft sound again.

Was is a moan? A groan?

All was silent again. When I continued I heard it again, direct ahead.
The sun was going down now and the night was falling slowly. I saw a
small clearing.

I was shocked what I saw!



Between two trees was a boy, a young teen, tied with ropes in a
spread-eagle position. His naked skin was marked with red stripes, which
are very familiar to me. After all, Maarten punished me a lot and my body
must have looked like that. I stepped back.

This was a sharp reminder of what I left behind. Maarten, the way we did
it.

I took a deep breath, I was confused. I liked what I saw, a helpless
beautiful boy, like me just a week ago. I felt also the horror, it must
have seemed to my friends.

The boy was very slim, a couple of years younger then myself. He must be
14 or 15, something like that and his sculptured young muscles showed
under his hairless skin. He still had a little pot belly.

When I entered the clearing his sounds stopped and I realized that his
sounds had been humming of a song rather than groans.

His eyes were very dark and were fixed on me. He looked me direct in the
face, but after some time he looked at my naked body. Taking me in.

Except for his long dark hair on his head, the boy, who looked like an
Indian was hairless. The only thing he had on his body was a pair of skin
tight white briefs. In his briefs between his wide spread legs was
clearly a little cock. The out line looked cute and nice. I had the
feeling I wanted to touch it.

As I stood there and watched, his young little cock stirred a bit and
thickened a little when he looked straight in my eyes again.

I knew I should cut him down, release this boy from his bonds and cure
his wounds. I have to make him comfortable, to bring him home. I
couldn't and I didn't.

Instead my own cock began to rise and I walked up to him. He had a boner
now in his briefs and when I stood close I could feel the warmth of his
sweating naked body. I smiled and loved my power of him.

I didn't thing just did it. I stroked his soft body and felt his little
nipples until they became rock hard. I stroked his tanned chest and
followed the line of the waistband of his white briefs. The boy didn't
move or complained. I took his briefs and tore them from his body. I had
to be rough to tear the cotton away from his body exposing his young
cock, its foreskin neatly concealing the head of it. I admired his little
hairless balls. They must be full of cum. My cum!



His handsome smooth face remained expressionless as I stroked his never
shaven cheeks and he just watched me before him. There was no fear in his
eyes... he just waited for me to put him into my youthful power.

Without thinking I dropped to my knees and took his little boy boner in
my mouth. I swallowed his small cock and felt the head emerged from his
foreskin. I took him deeper in my mouth, deep in my throat as far his
small cock would go. It swelled and I felt his pre-cum on my tongue. He,
my boy surrendered himself to my young teen power. I knew I could take
his seed when I needed it. My own cock was rock hard now and rose firm
against my belly.

I loved my new found power.

Each time I moved my tongue around his young shaft there was an answering
throb and I could hear the boy was humming again. He must like it the
same way I did, and I continued.

I caressed his smooth legs and felt his muscles tense and move under my
fingers. His toes curled in the grass under his feet especially when I
left his cock for some fresh air and took him in again. I heard short
gasps and little moans from his mouth.

I smiled but of course refused to give him release. He was in my power
now and will come to please me.

I stood and stroked his begging cock very light. His boner trembled under
my touch. I moved to his back and admired his strong boy pale buttocks.
They were in heavy contrast to his well tanned body. For sure he used
Speedos to swim with his little friends. His legs, spread wide, left his
little hairless anus exposed to my eager eyes.

That asshole was mine now. I could do what I want, to plunder it, to feel
his deep depths. My cock was leaking some pre-cum to the grass. I felt so
damn horny.

I took my cock and coated it with a lot of spit. I aimed it at his hole
and pressed into him. The tight heat of his ass was welcoming me. Very
slowly I pressed my cock all the way home.

The boy gasps and groans taking my firm cock. His little pain is my
ultimate pleasure now. I'm sure he can do it! He will take my sperm deep
inside his little hot ass.

I take his slender hips and pull them against me. I buried my cock in his
little body and fucked him deeper and deeper until I am totally inside
him. His hot tunnel felt so great on my cock. My crotch hair was meeting
his little butt. His young muscles were strong and tight for his age... it
was heaven to be in power of him and to fuck this little beauty hard.

The boy was now meeting my thrusts and moaned and I knew I would lose
control very soon.

Slamming my cock deep in side MY boy.

He groans and moves his head back. It was thrown back onto my naked
shoulder, I smelled his long black hair. I reached around to take his
throbbing little cock in my hand and I took his small little hairless
balls in my other. The deeper I thrust the tighter my grip on him.

The boy shook violently and I loved it! Fucking him hard an deep I could
feel him begging without words. His ass muscles gave me his message. He
wants the cum of me, his new Master.

It sent me over the edge!



When my first spurt of cum entered him, I could feel his little balls
contract in my hand and he began to fill my other hand with his hot young
sperm.

Our bodies seemed to be glued together in our lust and love. He was a
good boy and he milked my cock dry with his ass muscles until I was
totally drained.

I withdrew and took my cock from his open ass. I brought my cum filled
hand to his mouth and without hesitation he lapped it up like a good
obedient puppy.

I loved the boy!



I stroked his sweating skin and left him there. I walked back to my
campsite and returned with a knife, cutting him free from his bonds.

He collapsed in my arms and kissed my naked skin everywhere. I smiled to
him and stroked his long black hair. He dropped to his knees and licked
my cock and balls clean.

I took him up and led him my hand on his naked shoulder to my campsite.
We sat there staring at each other. Then he spoke, slowly but very clear
in Dutch to me.

"I am Roger, sir." he said in perfect Dutch.

I was startled, in this part of Belgium people speak French.

He smiled, "I learned Dutch from my father who came from Holland."

I nodded and smiled, "I'm Chaim."

We smiled to each other.



 

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