Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 12:55:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wednesdays

Kyle had gotten used to the schedule. He'd peddle or hitch home from class
as fast as he could so he could shower, trim body hair and prepare
himself.

  He never knew what would be required of him, so he stuffed some of the
goo inside, as deep inside him as he could. Its coolness felt good around
his lips and inside after sitting in lectures all day long. And the new jar
he bought partially numbed him. It wasn't that he couldn't stand the
discomfort, but it allowed him to endure immediatly whatever invasion was
ahead.

  He did several situps and leg lifts followed by some pushups. He wanted
to look his best.

  And he waited.

  It started when he was a senior in high school as an experiment. He
wasn't sure if it was what he wanted. But after the first afternoon, there
was no doubt.

  Instead of going to some college away from his hometown he stayed put.
The local community college was two years of preparation and he could live
at home saving money.

  His parents didn't mind either. As time progressed, they let Kyle live
his life without interference or the inquisitions he got in high school. He
was 18 after all. But he didn't take advantage of that.

  There was the time his father had to retrieve him from the local sheriff
station. He wasn't mad just shook his head. Kyle detected a smile his
father gave to one of the cops as well. That helped the embarassment he
felt being naked and forced to sit naked in the jail cell. It had been a
wild party, drugs, drings and sex. He had come a long way since high
school.

  Miller entered the house through the basement door Kyle left unlocked. He
stared for a second at the naked Kyle who knelt on the floor with his head
bowed.

  "Good" Kyle heard Miller say. He patted Kyle's buzz cut hairdo.

  "On all fours" he added and Kyle complied. He had learned to do what
Miller said. For almost three years he had been trained to keep quiet and
be available.

  Sometimes the older boy would arrive, fuck his face or ass and leave.
Other times he would command Kyle to massage, lick and suck him. Once in
awhile he would arrive almost wild, pushing Kyle to the floor and fucking
him hard more then once.

  Now and then Kyle would get a phone call listening to his orders
carefully to make sure the session would be all Miller wanted. What to
wear, where to be, what position to be in.

  He could be naked in the shower stall ready to be showered by Miller and
friends. Other times he would be in his high school gym shorts ready to be
stripped and raped. He could be ordered to be naked and outside the door.
Now and then he would blindfold himself knowing that Miller or someone he
knew would be inserting their sex in him and leave without him knowing
their identity.

  During those sessions, Kyle would imagine guys he remembered from gym
class, or had seen on the street or those in the college he attended. They
might be straight or closeted. He would even imagine his Uncle or Miller
father who was very hot looking man or celebrities. That made him wilder
which left him usually exhausted, sweaty and panting as he heard the
anonymous assaulter leave his basement apartment.

  Miller commanded and he stood to perform the chore of slowly stripping
the boy, licking where he was told to lick, sucking what he was told to
suck as he did so. He had done this before, allowed to worship the tall
body that had taken charge of his sexual existence.

  Few words were spoken and only then by Miller. He stood in the shower as
Kyle bathed him like a roman slave. He cupped the fleshy globes that
manufactored the juices he would consume later. He soaped and massaged
feet, legs, back, neck and shampooed the boys hair.

  "Got a date later with Ellen, so do a good job" Miller told him.  It
excited Kyle to think he was preparing a straight man to be with a girl
after emptying his prostate in or on him. He was the mistress, the whore,
the meat the recepticle for Miller's needs.

  He patted the body he had come to worship with the towel. It was the same
towel he used on himself. Kyle would inhale Miller's aroma first then
spread his smell over his own body daily.

  "Massage" Miller said taking Kyle's hard cock in his hand like a leash
and walked to the bed.

  Kyle straddle the older boy kneading his muscles. He had learned the
body's muscle structure well. And he took a course in massaging so he would
touch the places Miller needed to be worked on.

  He never knew what would happen once his young Master turned over. As he
massaged the boys chest, stomach, thighs, crotch, feet his cock would
harded even more in antipation of being ordered to suck on the cock he
loved or sit on it letting it spiral up inside him.

  Other times Millery would grab him and jab into him like a proper
slaveboy.

  He massaged and bent forward without a command to lick and suck on the
nipples stretched by his previous months servicing him. Miller didn't push
him away or correct his action without an order.

  "Sit" Miller commanded.

  Kyle closed his eyes as he held the cock against his asslips and opened
up to recieve it. His body shuddered as it passed his sphinter and rubbed
against his intestinal walls. He felt Miller's pubic hair rub against his
shaven body.

  He had been shaven by Miller and some friends long ago and was commanded
to keep himself smooth, "like a little faggot boy" Miller said.

  Guys asked him about the smooth pubes and Kyle would say "for swimming"
or "for wrestling" and they accepted his answer.

  Arnie would help sometimes. They were like fuck buddies, shaving each
other, jacking or sucking each other, even sleeping together. Kyle's mother
had often come to the basement bedroom to wake him and found the two boys
in bed their bare chests and shoulders hinting they were naked and pressed
together in bed.

  She ignored what she saw and assumed was going on treating Arnie like a
second son. Afterall he had been Kyle's friends since they were naked 4
year olds sharing a bathtub.

  But Miller was different. Kyle never questioned the older boy's desires
or instructions. In fact he hoped for something new, something kinky,
something odd each Wednesday. And he was often surprised by his Master
doing exactly that.

  It was his birthday week when Miller arrived with Charley Conway, a tall,
all american guy from their college. Kyle had admitted to Miller once, that
the sight of Conway in his speedos got him excited.

  Kyle was dumbfounded not knowing what to say or do. Miller took charge as
usual ordering him to strip naked and express his desire through oral
actions on Charley. Kyle licked, sucked and presented his ass for Conway's
use. He was in heaven and forgot Miller was in the room watching as the
straight Conway used Kyle like a girl.

  Conway and Miller laughed, drank beer and talked as Kyle cleaned him and
sat silently on the floor obediently. Conway wagged his finger and Kyle
rested between the boys legs and sucked as the two continued to joke and
talk as if he wasn't there.

  "You owe me big time" Miller said. Kyle already di whatever the boy
said. He couldn't imagine what more he could do.

  Then there was that party. He arrived, dressed as ordered in the chaps
with no ass or crotch covered. The collar and leash Miller provided and he
spent the night servicing any and all Miller ordered. The drugs made his
ass even hungrier and the booze made him drunker.

  Naked he never said no. Miller disappeared and others pulled Kyle into
piles, positions and rooms throughout the night. Somehow he ended up in a
van having more sex until he found himself in the park behind the high
school he once attended.

  The cops chased the various boys and caught a few of them...including
Kyle.

  "So naked huh?" His father said. "sorry" Kyle muttered accepting the goat
his father handed him. It covered only his shoulders and torso. His lower
half was still in clear view. Kyle only hoped his mother wasn't still
awake.

  "Use the basement door" His father said as they pulled into the driveway
"and give me my coat".

  Kyle left the car, naked hiding behind the bushes in case his mother was
watching from her window. He was embarassed but at the same time happy to
be home. Arnie laughed at the story everytime it was brought up.

  But he had done what his master ordered and believed that Miller knew
he'd end up naked in a jail cell...perhaps hoping some drunk big black man
would rape him there as well.

  "Nice" Miller said. His eyes were closed after grimmacing. Kyle knew the
boy had transferred his sperm from his glands through his meaty cock into
Kyle.

  "Clean it up" Miller stretched his arms. Kyle thought it would be a short
session. That was ok, some were short, others lenthy, some hard and some
even romantic.

  He moved so he could suck on the cock that had been in his ass. It tasted
of his ass juices and sperm. Kyle liked the taste.

  "Piss" Miller said and Kyle got the funnerl and knelt on the floor to
recieve the urine that had quenched his thirst form time to time.

"No bathroom" Miller said walking towards the bathroom. Kyle moved by him
and knelt thrilled to be reminded he was owned by being pissed on like a
wolf claimed its territory.

  "Bed...bring rubbers" Miller said after leaving the bathroom.

  Kyle showered himself quickly and dried. He was excited that Miller's
instructions meant he would be in bed with the boy..his mouth and ass
available throughout the night. This didn't happen often.

  Sometimes Miller would leave in the middle of the night after fucking him
again. Once in a great while he would be there in the morning after using
Kyle now and then in the night and Kyle would service him, bathed him and
watch him leave as he knelt by the door.

  He only hoped this would be one of those nights.

  Kyle loved Wednesdays.