Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2003 20:30:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mitchell Conner <fantasywriter000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ride Home, Part 2

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The Ride Home, Part One
By MC

Carter pulled me to the left at the stop of the stairs and we went into
a bedroom.  Some basketball posters on the wall, a desk with a computer
on it, and a four-poster bed filled up the smallish room.

"First thing I have to do is get you ready," Carter said, leading me
through the bedroom and into an adjacent bathroom.

Once in the bathroom Carter pulled my shorts, jock, socks and shoes
off.  He took a step back, put his arms across his chest, and looked me
up and down.  "Nice."

When Carter opened the bathroom cabinet he took out what I knew was an
enema bag.  Seeing my eyebrows raise, he said, "I told you I wanted
your ass.  Now I'm going to get you ready.  Get in the tub and get down
on your knees."

I stepped over the edge of the tub and stood in the middle, then
kneeled as Carter filled the enema bag.  He stepped over and pulled me
towards the side of the tub.  "Lean over the edge," he ordered, holding
my shoulders as I did.

There I was, tied up, stripped, the taste of cum and beer in my taped-
over mouth, ass in the air in this sixteen year old kid's bathtub about
to get my butt hole cleaned up so he could fuck me. I sighed.

"Just do what I say and you'll be okay," Carter said, sensing my mood.
I felt something cold being pushed against my hole.

"Relax, I put some Vaseline on it.  Just let it in boy," Carter said,
soothingly.

I felt the tip enter me and snake its way up my ass.  Carter reached
back and twisted something and I felt warmth as the water filled me up.

"Good boy," Carter said, kneading my ass as the enema emptied into me.

In moments I was feeling uncomfortably full and started groaning.

"Just a little bit more, boy."

Just before I was about to explode, Carter pulled out the tube from my
ass and said, "There.  Now, hold it in.  Don't let anything out until I
tell you to."

I lay over the edge of the tub taking shallow breaths trying to do just
that.

Finally Carter grabbed my shoulders and said, "Stand up, it's time."

I stepped out of the tub and over to the toilet, where Carter helped me
sit down.  As I let everything out Carter stepped in close and rubbed
his half-hard cock around my taped over mouth.

"You're going to be an incredible fuck, boy," he said, leering down at
me.  I'd have thought the same of him if the situation were different.
As I looked up towards his face I could see nothing but smooth defined
abs and pecs.  And what a face:  boyish going on handsome.  Our eyes
met and I saw both lust and power as he looked back at me.

Carter stood me up and walked me over to the bathtub again. "Time to
get you cleaned up," he said, starting the shower.

It was brutally cold for a moment until Carter adjusted the
temperature, stepped into the tub next to me and closed the shower
curtain.  He grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up, then started
cleaning me up.  Starting on my face, he worked his way down.  He was
very thorough, making me lift my arms behind my back so he could scrub
my armpits, rubbing the washcloth over my still sore nipples.  I moaned
through the gag.

"You like that, don't you boy?" he said, adding, "It's okay. You're
supposed to."

Carter bypassed my groin-but not for long.   After washing my legs he
tenderly soaped up my cock and balls, moving his fingers around and
teasing me into an erection.  As he fondled my cock he moved his other
hand around to my ass, first using the washcloth then his fingers as he
cleaned.

I felt a finger push into my hole.  I stiffened as the second finger
went in and Carter stroked my cock just a little faster.

"Good boy," he said, as he continued to finger fuck me and bring me
closer to an orgasm.

I started moving my hips, fucking his hand as he stroked me. Carter
suddenly took his hand off my cock.

"Not yet boy, you have to earn it.  Get down on your knees."

As I kneeled I felt Carter's fingers come out of my ass, and found
myself face to face with his hard cock.

"You just take a look at what's going to rape your ass while I clean
up," he ordered.

Carter put on a lewd show while he lathered up and rinsed off.  I had
to admit, if I'd seen him in a bar in Chicago I would've made a move on
him without a second thought.  But for now I was the one being moved
on, whether I liked it or not.

Carter rinsed himself off, and made me stand as he gave me another
rinse.  He pulled the shower curtain aside, grabbed towel off the rack
and started drying me off, taking the same care as he did when he
washed me.  I stood there as he dried himself off.

"Come on, I got plans for my new slave boy," he said, guiding me out of
the bathtub and into the bedroom.

"Face down on the bed," Carter ordered, pushing me face-forward onto
the bed.  I flopped down onto the bed and heard Carter open the closet
door.  A small duffel bag was placed on the bed near my head, and I
felt Carter straddle my legs, then sit down on my butt.

"I'm going to replace this," Carter said, grabbing the ropes on my
wrist.  "But first I'm going to make sure you can't try and get away."

I saw Carter reach into the duffel bag and pull out some leather loops
and turn around, still sitting on my butt but now facing my feet.

"Bend your legs and lift them towards me," Carter ordered.

When I did I felt a leather cuff being placed around each ankle, then
heard a metallic snap as my ankles were clipped together. Carter jumped
off the bed and pulled my ankles down to the end of the bed.  I heard a
chain rattling then a snap.  Carter tugged on my legs and they moved
about six inches before coming to a stop. I was chained to the bed.

Carter got back on top of me, sitting on my ass.  When he did I
realized I was rock hard and his weight made me grind my cock painfully
into the mattress.  He leaned down and in a husky voice whispered into
my ear, "If you try and get away from me when I change the ropes I will
beat your ass `til you're black and blue, you understand, boy?"

I nodded my head and added a muffled "Mmphhh" for emphasis.

Carter turned around on my back so that he was sitting on my shoulders,
his legs holding my upper arms to my side.  I heard him take something
out of the duffel bag-whose contents I was just beginning to become
acquainted with.  Something that felt like a thick mitten was placed
over my left hand then a strap was tightened on my wrist, with the same
for my right wrist.  Carter turned around on my back and moved down,
sitting on my ass.  My arms were free but because I'd been tied up for
so long I was sluggish.  Carter used this opportunity to bring my hands
around from behind my back, out to my sides and then above my head.  I
felt his warm smooth body lay over the top of me as he did. Carter's
big hard cock moved up from the crack of my ass to the middle of my
back as he pulled my wrists together.  My hard cock tingled at this
contact and I unconsciously ground my cock into the mattress.  A
metallic click sounded as my wrists were clipped together.  A chain
rattled as Carter reached between the bed and the headboard.  Another
click and my hands were now chained above my head, each hand secured in
a leather mitt that made it impossible to grasp and undo the wrist
straps.

Then he was in that damn duffel bag again.  Because I was stretched out
over the bed I couldn't see what he was doing but could hear him rustle
around in the bag.

"I got lots of toys in that bag.  It's amazing what you can buy on the
net with PayPal," Carter said, as though answering my unspoken question
about where the hell he got the equipment he was using to make me his
slave.

Suddenly I felt something cool being pushed in-between my ass cheeks,
right up to my hole.

"You can let it in or I can push it in-your choice."

I relaxed my ass and Carter slowly, firmly pushed a dildo in.
Fortunately it wasn't one of those stunt things that resemble a fire
hydrant but it was still about the size of Carter's sizeable endowment.

"Mmmmmmm," I grimaced through my gag.

"Trust me-you'll appreciate my opening you up with this before I rape
your ass, boy."

I believed him.

Carter moved off of me, stood next to the bed and ordered, "Roll over
boy."

I did as I was told, pulling against my bonds and wiggling my ass in
order to roll over.  As I moved to a face-up position my hard cock came
into view.  Carter smiled and then our eyes met.

Carter ran his hand the length of my body, up my legs, across my abs
and chest, over my left nipple and up to my chin, where he rubbed his
thumb over the tape covering my lips.

"You are going to be one fine fuck boy, but first we gotta' use that
mouth of yours for something else."  With that Carter ripped the duct
tape from my mouth in one swift move.

"Agghhhhh!!!"

Carter's hand immediately went over my mouth.  "Did I tell you to
speak?"

"Mmm-mmm," I mumbled through his hand, shaking my head just a little
from side to side.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're going to answer either
`Yes Sir' or `No Sir,' you got it?"  Carter asked, removing his hand
from my mouth.

"Yes Sir."

"You understand that the only way you're going to get out of this is to
submit, right boy?"

"Yes Sir."

"You know I'm going to rape your ass, your mouth, whatever I want to do
until I say I'm done, right boy?" Carter asked, a leer on his face.

"Yes Sir," I replied, biting my lower lip.

"Now what are you worried about, boy?  It's not like you haven't been
enjoying yourself?" he said, brushing his hand over my cock.

I'd been forced to be tied up, face fucked, finger fucked, and chained
to a bed with a dildo up my ass by this hot sixteen year old--never
being given the chance to cum.  With that one touch I started quivering
and felt cum starting to move towards my cock. Carter grabbed my cock
and squeezed it like a vise, quelling my impending orgasm.

"I told you you'd have to earn that right boy, you understand?"

"Yes Sir," I said, clenching my teeth.

"You ever had sex while tied up before boy?"

"No Sir."

"Have you bottomed before?"

"Yes Sir."

"I thought so, you took that dildo like a baby takes his momma's milk,"
Carter replied, smirking.  "Bet you've topped a lot though, fine
looking muscle guy like you, huh?"

"Yes Sir."

Carter got up on the bed and straddled my chest, his beautiful bubble
butt inches away from my face.  The view was short-lived as he pushed
his ass into my face.  "Get that tongue of yours up my hole boy-that's
the only way you'll ever fuck this hot ass, got it?"

"Mmm-hmmm" I hummed as I moved my tongue into his ass.

Carter ground his ass into my face, forcing my tongue deeper into his
hole.  I smelled and tasted soap and felt smooth skin on my face and
velvet on my tongue as I did what I was told.

Just as suddenly as he'd jumped onto the bed Carter pulled off of my
face and lay down next to me, putting his leg over my groin, trapping
my hard cock.  I absent-mindedly ground my cock into this thigh.

"Stop that boy, you don't have permission," he growled, and I lay
perfectly still.

In the same deep, husky voice he'd used before when telling me not to
try and get away, Carter asked, "Are you negative, boy?"

"Yes Sir."

"That's important boy, are you telling me the truth?" he asked, giving
my nipple a hard twist as he did.

"Yes Sir," I replied, clenching my teeth.

"You better not be fucking lying to me, boy," Carter said, moving to
sit on top of me and twisting both nipples furiously."

"I'm not, Sir, I promise!"  I yelled.

Whack!  I saw stars for a moment before I realized that Carter had
slapped me hard across my face.

"What'd I say about yelling at me boy?"

"I'm sorry Sir."

"Good boy.  Enough talking.  Let's put that mouth of yours to good
use," Carter said as he slid up my body and moved his cock towards my
mouth.  "Take it," he ordered, as he put his hand around the back of my
head and pulled me down on him.

I didn't so much suck him in as relax my neck and head so that Carter
could forcefully fuck my mouth.  His cock was like silk on my tongue,
the small neatly-trimmed patch of hair at the base of his cock was soft
as it hit my upper lip and nose at the base of each stroke.  I
concentrated on keeping my lips around his cock to avoid getting my
teeth into the act.  Carter gave one final push and held still, his
cock deep into my mouth as I felt it pulse for a moment, then stop.

"You trying to get me off so I won't take your ass boy?" Carter
laughed.  "Not gonna' work--remember I'm sixteen and I can come again
and again, and..." Carter paused, reaching back and twisting my
nipples, "I'm the one in charge."

Carter got off me and I heard rustling in that damn duffel bag again.
A ripping noise and then a piece of duct tape was held over my face.
"Get those lips together boy," Carter ordered, as he put the tape into
place gagging me.

`In-exhaustible supply of tape,' I thought.

Then what sounded like chains rattled again, but on a higher note.  A
flash of chrome and I felt something cold being placed around my neck.
Carter grabbed one end of the chain and twisted something, there was a
click and I saw him move his hand away with a small key in it.  His tug
confirmed what I thought:  I was now wearing a slave's chain locked
around my neck.  I felt something deep inside me quiver, like the first
time I had sex with a guy.  I tried to put it off to being the feel of
Carter's skin on my chest but I knew better.  I didn't have much time
to think it over, though.

"Now you're ready to fuck, boy, roll over," Carter ordered as he moved
off of my chest.

By now I knew it was best to do what Carter told me to, and I wiggled
around until I was on my stomach.  I also caught a glimpse of my hard
as I rolled over:  it was dripping with precum.

Carter grabbed my hips and pulled them up, slipping a pillow under my
hips.  I felt my cock grind into the softness as I laid face down.
That pleasant feeling was short-lived as Carter then removed the dildo
up my ass with a quick pull.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned through the gag.

"Don't worry, I have something even better for that hot ass of yours
boy," Carter growled. Carter took a tube from a drawer in the adjacent
nightstand and kneeled on the bed next to me, cock jutting straight out
as he dripped lube onto it.  As he stroked his cock he looked at me
with pure lust in his eyes, then got on top of me.

With one quick thrust Carter impaled me on the velvet rod I'd been
sucking on since being taken captive.

He didn't start fucking me.  Instead he just wiggled his hips a bit
from side to side, pulsing his dick inside my ass, angled up by the
pillows so that my prostrate got massaged with each movement.  I felt
my cock twitch with each pulse; it was like an electric current coming
right out of the tip.

Carter slowly started gliding in and out of my ass in smooth, even
strokes.  I'd been fucked before--not as many times as I'd fucked some
trick I'd picked up--and I couldn't remember it feeling like this.  Not
this good.

I realized I was moving my ass to meet each stroke Carter was giving
me.

Almost in acknowledgement Carter whispered huskily in my ear, "Good
boy."

I fought back.  Not against the bonds because I knew I couldn't get out
of them.  Hell, even if I could Carter had made it evident he'd fuck me
in a different way.  No, I was fighting against the realization that I
was enjoying being fucked by this boy who'd taken me captive and was
using as his fuck toy.

Carter's smooth strokes picked up speed.

"Grab it with your ass boy!" he commanded.

I squeezed my ass as best I could.  Carter slammed his cock deep into
his ass and held it there.

"No, not with your butt, with your ass.  Come on boy; squeeze your ass
around my cock.  I know you can feel where that is," he said, pulsing
his cock as he did and making me quiver, my ass involuntarily
contracting at the sensation.  "Yeah, that's it boy."

I tried out my newfound skill again, contracting my ass.  My mind
flashed to a scene a few months earlier when I'd picked up a trick in
Chicago and gone back to his place.  I couldn't remember his face but
man could I remember the sensation he gave me when I fucked him.  What
a way to learn that new skill I thought as I tried it again.

"Oh yeah that's my boy, fuck my cock with that hot ass," Carter moaned
into my ear.  "You're gonna' make a fine cock slave, yeah."

The more I twitched my ass the faster Carter stroked into me.  I could
hear his breathing growing ragged as he fucked me faster and harder.

"Aaarrwwwahhh!" Carter moaned into my ear as he slammed his cock hard
into my ass and held it there.  I felt him shoot five times, each pulse
making my ass twitch and seeming to draw the next shot out of him.  My
own cock twitched underneath me, not quite cumming.

I don't know if it was five minutes or ten or twenty that Carter laid
on top of me.  The feel of his cheek on the back of my neck, his chest
on my shoulders, his hips on my ass and his legs wrapped around mine
was like a warm comforting blanket.  I drifted in and out of
consciousness.

The sound of the doorbell woke me up and I felt Carter stir on top of
me.  It rang again and Carter pulled out of me, his cock still half-
hard.

"You roll over boy and I'll be right back," Carter said, giving my legs
a tug as he climbed off the bed.

Even though he'd left the room I obeyed.  I told myself I only did this
because I was tied up and forced to but I somehow knew it was just my
way of saving some dignity over being raped by this kid.

I heard voices downstairs talking for a few minutes, then footsteps
coming up.  My heart started beating faster-what if somebody saw me
this way, tied to the bed naked, gagged, with cum dripping out my ass?

Somebody was about to see me.  It was Darren, and Carter had his hands
over the eyes of the teenager he'd introduced me to on the ride home.
He was completely naked, except for a slave chain collar and lock
around his neck.  As I looked him up and down I noticed that his cock
was every bit as healthy as Carters, and growing hard.  He had no pubic
hair-in fact he had no body hair visible at all except on his head.
Darren was as beautiful as Carter, and as I admired my view I
momentarily forgot my predicament.

Once they were in the room standing at the foot of the bed Carter took
his hands away from Darren's eyes and said, "Okay, here's your reward,
boy."

Darren opened his eyes and I saw him focus first on my hard cock, then
my bound arms, then my bound ankles, then back on my hard cock.

"You got him Sir!" Darren said, a smile on his face.

END PART TWO