Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2007 16:29:23 +0100
From: Chaim B. <bchaim@hotmail.com>
Subject; William gets it all; part 1

William gets it all
Part 1

by Chaim (bchaim)
bchaim@hotmail.com
(M/t, authoritarian, oral, anal)

Amsterdam (the Netherlands), March 2007

The following story is totally fiction! It involves sexually explicit erotic
events between a innocent submissive teen and a dominant Man and Master.
If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not
allowed to read the story, don't read on. It's up to you!
In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. Make
sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a
condom.

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for any mistakes!

Reactions on this story are very welcome!
bchaim@hotmail.com

This work is copyrighted to the author copyright 2007. Please don't remove my author
information or make any changes to this story. You may post this story
freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial
sites. You are the moral obligation to let me know if my story is published
somewhere. Thanks!
Chaim.
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In all chapters:

William, 18, young and learning
The Man, 32, dominant, William's teacher

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William gets it all
Part 1
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It was a hot night in Amsterdam, handsome blond William reached the end of
the street for the second time and stopped. He frowned and wondered what he
did wrong. William dropped his sports bag and dug into the back pocket of
his red soccer shorts. William tugged out a crumpled piece of paper. The
advertisement read,

`Looking for a young man who wants to find out
his true desires for wresting. Private lesson(s)
in a long trainings sessions.
No experience is needed, just find out.
You must be young and fit, eager to learn and into sports.
Tel. 020-019590303'

William gave it a call after some days of hesitation, he had a good body,
was fit. He wondered what he was doing bur he gave it a call.
He was new to wresting but was very strong, at least he thought himself.
William was playing soccer and attending the gym at his high school `Jan van
Nassau'.
William lost his tongue, calling him. He wrote the address the man gave him
on the bottom of his advertisement and they made an appointment at the
`Koningin Emma street'.

William was a handsome young teen and he just turned 18 last weekend. It
showed he worked out a lot at the gym of his school. His broad shoulders
bulged out of his sleeveless, too small, white T-shirt Stretched tight over
his pecs, the now damp cotton clung to ridges of his hard belly, it showed
off his six-pack.
William was straight, at least he thought so.

William's trim waist flared into the hard curves of his firm butt and he had
powerful and muscular thighs. William liked to show of his teen body and was
proud some people thought he was a sport hero at college, probably thinking
he was older. William's skin was tanned and he spent a lot of time this
summer with his friends in the local swimming pool. William looked at his
buddies to compare them with himself, well all man do, don't they?
His pencil scratches were faded on the advertisement, from his boy sweat
that pasted his red soccer shorts to the curves of his butt. William felt
the seam of his red shorts and tight briefs riding up tight into the crack
of his ass. William started at the piece of paper in his hand and tugged at
his crotch, rearranging his young cock and balls to give them some breathing
room. His long fingers traced the potent extension, his semi-hard teen cock
was hard again inside his briefs. William was enjoying the way the head of
his teen cock was clearly outlined under the thin cotton of his red soccer
shorts.
William shifted his stance, feeling his young cock stretched fuller in its
sweaty captivity. Fuck, he was always horny as hell and anxious to get his
rocks off. This was not the time!
He called the man from the advertisement and it sounded like a `wresting
club'. William wanted always to wrestle, maybe it was the way to fight his
overstressed hormones and to be close to other male bodies. William
considered himself totally straight but he liked the way boys and man worked
out together. Maybe wrestling was his thing. William wanted to find out.

William ran his hand across his sweaty forehead, brushing back the thick
fringe of his very blond hair. William couldn't find a sport or wresting
club at the given address. He stuffed the paper back in his pocket and
walked down the street one more time. His bicycle was still there. Fuck
this, get back at home. The were no lights in any of the luxury houses
lining the street along the Vondel-Park. William walked around, he wanted
it. Slowly he walked towards the middle of the street, he stopped at a huge
house that bore the number on his seat soaked paper.
The house was a villa properly build in 1900. It was dark, but he decided to
give it a try. The worst that could happen, William figured, was that he
might disturb somebody without reason. William went into the dark garden and
up the steps and rang the buzzer. At first, it didn't seem to work. William
pushed it a second time and he leaned at the doorpost and sighted. Shit,
this was too bad!

The door silently swung open.
A powerful man stood there, the man was really huge. He was above William's
height and every muscular! His dark hair was very short, like in the army,
he was bare-chested and so huge. The only thing he wear was a pair of tight
jeans and his feet were bare.
William' surprised eyes stopped for a second at his pectorals, staring at
the man's prominent nipples. He hurriedly returned his glance to the man's
handsome face. The man grinned now, his dark eyes moved over William's teen
body openly, checking him out.
"Welcome!"

William cleared his throat but before he could ask the man about the
`wrestling club', the Man spoke,
"Come in, boy. Been waiting for you."

William still innocent and shy didn't ask more, he walked in without a
second thought. Looking around, he saw they were in a huge hall with some
doors. The doors were closed not giving a clue. At the ceiling were soft eco
lights, their yellow glow blurred the outlines of his vision.
William looked around, he saw a huge modern painting of two naked wresting
man, a tall muscular figure pushed a younger one down, the helpless pain
showed on the young man's face.
William felt strange and he had a weird feeling, his cock pushed against the
cotton of his briefs. William tried to focus on the picture, the only thing
he saw was a submissive teen and a strong dominant man.
William looked at the Man.

At the end of the hall there was another closed double door with
`Jugendstil' glass and there were stairs up to the next floor and down to
the basement. William didn't hear any sounds of a gym or `sport club'. The
interior of the house was as still as the street outside.
There was a question on his tongue. Strange enough his teen body trembled.

The door shut solidly behind him and the lock was snapping in place with a
loud click,
"Welcome."

William turned around to find the Man leaning against the thick wooden front
door, his eyes narrowed, as the Man openly looked the teen all over.
Suddenly a trickle of sweat ran down William's side, he was confused and a
little afraid and little.
William extended his hand to introduce himself, but his hand was ignored,
the Man moved close to him. William asked with a lightly unsteady voice, not
able to control himself properly,
"Can you tell me were the wresting club or gym is?"

"The wrestling club or gym?"
The man repeated, the corners of his mouth curved as he continued to stare
judgmentally at the young teen in front of him. William reached for his
pocket to find his note.
"Maybe I'm at the wrong place, I answered an advertisement and made an
appointment."

"Don't worry. You are at the right place, boy!"
The Man moved closer to William, coming so close, William could smell his
manly sweat. William stepped back as the man kept moving closer, powerful
and huge. Closer and closer to his teen body.

"It's downstairs, boy."
The man replied his unspoken question, his voice was husky now.
"This is a quiet street and I don't want to bother the whole neighborhood
with my training sessions. I've got the basement fixed up, it fills in your
needs, believe me. Nothing and nobody gets out without my permission."

William wondered what the man mean by this, it was a strange line. Now,
William was nearly backed up to the end of the hall. The man pressed him
against the wall, there was no other way to avoid contact. The Man smelled
manly and gave William a weird feeling.
"You will not need your bag here. Drop it, boy"

It was a statement and William dropped his sports bag. William looked down
at the stairs but he couldn't see a thing. He was getting very nervous and
started sweating again, his armpits were soaked with sweat.
He looked at the powerful Man feeling like a child, looking up at his
handsome face he asked,
"The gym is down there?"

The man nodded and took another step forward to him. The Man slowly forced
William against the wall, standing very close to his body. His nipples were
practically touching William's now trembling frame.
William could feel the heat of his body. This wasn't normal, but he loved it
in a strange way.
William stared at the man's exposed red nipples, fascinated and suddenly
disturbed by their upstanding firmness. The Man asked him, firm but gentle,
"Something wrong, baby boy? You called me, remember, you wanted this all the
way."

"Yes, I did."
William jerked his eyes away from the man's bare muscular chest, his
prominent red nipples, not wanting this huge man getting the wrong idea
about him.
"No nothing, nothing is wrong. I'm just looking forward to a tough training
session. I want to wrestle, that's all. I want to learn from you."

The Man smiled,
"You have a good body for that, I will become your personal trainer, fill in
all your needs."

William looked at the nearly naked Man in front of him.

"Don't worry, baby boy. Me too, I will wrestle with you. I will train your
young body tough and it will be all about wresting, as promised."
The Man said, grinning broadly now,
"You will get all very soon."

William smiled too and said eagerly,
"Yeah, would like that!"

"Well boy, it up to you, you called me, you made your choice. Now, let's get
started! Let's get our fucking asses down there, baby."
The man clapped one hand on William's nearly naked shoulder and pulled him
around to the top of the stairs. William let himself be guided down into the
darkness by the firm grip on his naked shoulder. They descended the stairs
and the man moved his strong hand, laying his muscular arm across William's
back in a strange friendly gesture. William could smell the Man.
William was surprised, a little shocked, but he didn't feel an impulse to
pull away from his powerful touch. He liked it but it wasn't normal.
William let himself directed by the sweaty warmth of the man's hard male
body pressed against his side. William tried to ignore his hesitations and
fear in the dark, sweat was dripping from his teen body. Slowly they reached
the bottom of the stairs and William felt disoriented in the dark. William
couldn't see a thing and felt suddenly very little. William felt like a boy
again.
The man called him `baby' and he felt very small and his heartbeat seemed
faster and his breathing became irregular.
Strange enough, William had the feeling it was difficult to get enough air,
he felt dizzy and his young teen cock was getting harder inside his briefs.
Worried he had the urge to fight, to escape.

For his first wresting lesson William tried several items of his underwear
at home. Standing in front of his large mirror, William decided to wear a
pair of white briefs under his wide red soccer shorts. Together with s
sleeveless white shirt, William thought he looked impressive. He was proud
of himself, now everything changed. He wanted to be little again.
The Man's hand on his shoulder moved, disturbing his thoughts, kneading his
tight muscles.
"Relax, baby, be my boy."

The Man's warm hands felt good on his muscles and skin.
"This way, baby boy,"

The Man whispered,
"Stand here, my boy. Right over here and don't move. I will get the door
open. Wide open for your new life. Nod your head to say: open the door!"

Now alone in the darkness, William nodded his head.
William was standing in the dark but he nodded again, he wanted the Man, the
unknown training he would give him. He heard his own breathing and a
metallic click and scraping. William still couldn't see a thing, but he felt
the Man was close again. Disorientated he figured the Man was behind him
now. William could only whisper,
"Yes, sir, open the door for me!"

The man was gripping his teen biceps with his strong hands, pushing William
forward. William heard a whisper, but there was a strange echo around his
head, it was treble and great.

"Get into your New Word, boy. Baby get ready, if you step forward it will be
a strong `yes' to your most private intimate desire."
The man whispered, pressing William against the wall, just using his strong
body to move him. Now close to his ear, his strong hands were all over his
teen body.
"Just feel my body pressed against you. No hesitations, my little baby, step
right this way, you asked me to open the door.
I know you need it. Follow your urges, your own desires all the way. You can
fight me, but you will be a loser that way, so just do it."

William feared it and wanted it, he didn't want to fight this Man, he
shivered and trembled. William dreamed about being a top athlete, strong
with a lot of self esteem. This man was so different! He didn't feel the
power or need to stop him. In a flash he wanted to be at home, in his little
bedroom. William feared his own confused feelings.
William let himself guided, he looked and smelled the Man again. The
darkness and the presence of this powerful man made him submissive, as he
nearly stumbled forward. He whispered a silent,
"Yes."

William didn't protest. He felt the Man's hands move down over his naked
arms, feeling his muscles, his skin.
The Man took his hands and moved them back. William's hands were at his
back, strange enough he spread his legs. He wanted this but now he did fight
it,
"No! You can't do this."

So casually, so easily, the Man moved his hands over his teen body and took
his wrists, till William felt the cold metal around them.
"No!"

William shivered as the metal handcuffs clicked and shut.
"No! you can't do this to me!"

William was really shocked and came back to his own reality. This was not
right, this didn't look like a normal wrestling training!
"Stop this, man. Please, I want to get home."

William yelled at the man,
"Stop!"

Yanking at his restraints, sweat dripping from his forehead,
"Hey man, stop what are you doing, wresting isn't fair this way! Why did you
put them on me?
Stop this!
Please!"

The man smiled and looked at the now crying William,
"You a really a born baby, that's why you are here, isn't it? You want me to
train you. Oh, my boy so much to learn, to suffer end to enjoy. Cry my boy,
I will kiss and lick your tears. You will beg for more very soon. "

"No! NO! You crazy! Man, let me go, I want to go home!"

"No?"
The man's voice was calm,
"No??"

"I don't know, really, I don't know."
The fear grow inside William as the Man replied,
"Baby relax. That was a statement, not a question."

"You're here to answer my questions and I want the correct! answers, you
understand that?"

William cried out,
"No! No, I don't know where you are talking about, I want to get home.
Please let me go. Please!"

The Man grinned at him,
"Great, you are slow learner, baby boy! It is your last chance, get your
bag, you forget about me. Be a little baby, a loser and stay that way. You
can walk out. It's your last call. You believe in yourself?"

William stood there,
"I hate you! I believe in myself, Man."

The man's fist slammed into William's belly. William doubled over, gasping
for breath. William grunted in pain, staggering to catch his balance,
"I hate you! I will fight you!"

Another belly punch and the strong teen was little, pain was everywhere and
he knew his Master's power.
"Don't!"

The Man grabbed his long blond hair. William yelled out in pain and despair,
"Don't hit me. Pease!"

The man jerked William's head up and his other hand slapped the boy's smooth
face, blows hit his face again and again, without mercy.
Tears were running over William's face, he cried, shocked, punished, feeling
little, just a boy.
The Man asked William,
"You are a little cry baby, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not!"
William swallowed and yelled and tried to twist his face away. Some more
blows were hitting his face hard. William lost control and cried openly. He
trembled on his feet, his belly and face hurt so much! He gave in,
"Please!"

William had only his defeated feelings. William started to cry openly, he
couldn't stop himself. The now little William sobbed,
"Yes, it's true, whatever you say, it's true! Stop please!"

The Man hold his shoulders and hugged him,
"Stop crying little baby, keep you answers short and to the point. `Yes Sir'
will do, for you there is never a `no'. Never say `NO' to me."

A strange shiver of excitement pulsed through William's young body, his hair
on his blond hair released its grip. The Man stroked his sweaty head as the
other arm encircled him, drawing him close.
Without thinking William said,
"Yes, Sir!"

William's face was pushed into the man hairy chest, he felt the strong
muscles there and breathed the sweaty smell of The Man. William's first
impulse was to pull away from the strong arms holding him close,
"You will learn, Baby boy!"

William was afraid of getting hit again so he controlled his impulse, held
himself back while the Man's hand stroked his blond head and the other hand
moved over his naked back, feeling his teen muscles, kneading them, digging
hard enough to find pain buried deep inside his body.
William groaned and was lost, he didn't trust his own feelings anymore. The
Man was forcing it out of him, in ragging, gasping sobs. William cried.

The Man hold him,
"Baby, easy now, take it easy, little boy. You're doing great! You will see,
it's get easier and easier. Relax and give it all to me, baby! I thought you
were a good boy, when we talked on the phone. I tell you, you are a hot
little stud, I am going to take you all the way.
All the way, there is no way back!
By the time I'm done with you, you will be a new born strong teen, maybe a
man accepting his own desire."

The man's firm, male voice and his words confused William, filled him with
sensations he had never felt before, made him feel childlike, submissive, he
felt the great desire to be held and comforted but also disciplined and
controlled.
"Yes, sir! Whatever."

William shook as he felt himself relax to be held by this strong Man, to let
himself stroked and petted,
"Good boy!"

Even as the strong hands of the Man moved down over his back, over the
cheeks of his ass, pawed them, slapped their firm curves. William never felt
that. Nobody touched his butt this way. He wanted to protest! No! but he
made just submissive grunts.
The Man moved his hands away quickly, but greeted his submissive grunts with
his approval,
"Very good, Baby boy! Now you show for the first time the right attitude to
me. Be a good boy!"

William just stood there. Soon the man returned, steadying William as held
something smooth up to his eyes. Strange enough it felt so good!
William closed his eyes lost in his own thoughts. The blind covered him, the
silk cover was pressed firmly over his eyes and William thought the feeling
was not unpleasant.
In a flash William realized he was now, not only handcuffed with his wrists
behind his back, but blindfolded as well. He was a fighter, did fight his
bonds. The man laughed and told his little slave boy,
"You are going to be kept in the dark for a while, but don't worry. I put a
little light on to have a good look at you and the situation myself. One of
us has to know what we are doing, isn't it Baby?"

William blurted out, without thinking,
"Yes, Sir!"

The man laughed again and ran his hand through William's blond hair in a
gentle way, petting him like an animal. A warm pleasure hit the little teen.
He was made little.
Something deep inside liked this, but he knew he had to fight this. To stop
his humiliation!
He had to go along with it, but it was only his fear to be hit again. His
Man had to understand he just came for a regular `wresting training' as a
beginner.

William never called someone `Sir' this way, this was not the military! In
sport people were quite relaxed and at school they had no strict rules about
that. William felt the Man's power.
"That's better, Baby boy. Now we can get a good look at what we got here."

William thought there was light now, but the blindfold made he couldn't
enjoy its benefit.
"You look hot and sweaty, little cry Baby. We better get those clothes of
you, make you more comfortable."

Shocked opened his mouth to protest, there was a strong silent NO. The man's
hand clapped over his mouth, holding his protest. The strong fingers moved
over his lips, parted them, touched his gums and slid over his teeth inside
his soon wide open mouth. The man's order was simple,
"Suck my fingers, Baby boy."

William moved his tongue around the Man's fingers in his mouth. He wet them
with his saliva, sucking has they pushed so far he gagged. The Man removed
his fingers. William panted, catching his breath.
His white sleeveless T-shirt was torn up from both sides and pulled over his
blond head. Naked to the waist, William shivered, though the air was hot and
he was sweating.
Leather, cool and smooth, was pressed against his open throat, wrapped
around and fastened. A collar! He was wearing a collar like a little puppy
dog.
The Man circled behind him, tugged at the collar, fastening something to it
with a metallic click.

William's red shorts were ripped open and the Man stripped them down. The
Man pulled them off together with his Converse sneakers and white Nike
socks. William stumbled and discovered that he was held up by his neck. The
collar was fastened to a chain hanging from the ceiling.
Now he was nearly naked, blindfolded and helplessly bound. The urge to cry
welled up in him again.
The Man hold his naked body,
"Easy Baby boy. I'm right here with you. Relax my boy, just relax. You're
not going to do it alone. I'm with you all the way."

William could hear the Man opened his zipper and dropped his jeans to the
floor.
The naked hardness of the Man's torso pressed firmly against William's back,
"Feel it, feel my dominant strong body, Baby boy."

Strong arms wrapped around William, pinning his arms against his sides. The
Man held William close to his nearly naked body and moved against him. His
crotch pushed against William's hands, the Man's exposed pubes around his
briefs tickled the tender skin of William's wrists. William's fingers curled
in, felt him, on themselves. He tried to avoid the hot huge cock inside the
Man's briefs.

"NO!"
William groaned as the Man's hands moved over his helpless body, cupping his
bulging pecs, rubbing over William's little nipples until they tightened and
thickened, stiffing up as they never did before.
"No, please. NO!"

William's words stopped short in a gasp as the Man dug his thumbnails in the
swollen nubbins and stretched them, twisting the tender flesh out from his
smooth chest.
"That's right, keep your mouth shut. Don't tell me `no'. I told you that
before, once you set foot in that door, that was it, you are my little slave
boy now. That was your last chance to back out, you only say `yes'.
Yeah Baby boy, you have nice little tits! We're going to work on that little
boy tits a lot."

"No, yes^Å please, Sir. It's a mistake, I'm here to wrestle. I was looking
for a gym. I don't know anything about this."

"I know that, Baby boy. That's what I was telling you, you have to learn a
lot about yourself and you will wrestle a lot against me, before you give
in."

William's throbbing hurting tits were released. The Man moved off and relief
flooded William. The Man heard him and he was going to be released. William
begged like a child,
"Oh, yeah, sir. Just let me go, please. I won't make any trouble!"

If he had kept his mouth shut, it wouldn't be so easy for the metal ring to
be shoved in and wedged between his upper and lower teeth with leather
straps pulled around both sides of William's face. Soon they were fastened
at the back off his blond head, holding his mouth wide open. William's words
were reduced to slobbery and raspy sobs,
"O".

"That's better, little Baby boy. I hate to tell you this, but your words are
boring, very boring. Your thing is wresting, you will wrestle against me,
remember my words. Wrestling is just a funny contact sport with only muscle
strength needed. I guarantee more, much more! You will be much improved
after a little training.
William, you are just little teen, feel that. Feel like a little boy again.
Believe me, you will know your body far more better, you mind will be a lot
sharper and your true feelings and desires will come out.
You will learn to be silent and to speak with permission. And, my little cry
Baby boy, your manners will be a hell of a lot better. You will going to
learn the meaning of saying `please, Sir' and `thank you, Sir' and be the
better little man for it."

William groaned as he felt those fingers moving across his smooth chest
again, returning to his sensitive nipples.
William didn't beg, he didn't say `no', he was still struggling inside his
bonds. The Man was rubbing over his tits gently, now flicking the upstanding
nubbins. Suddenly William gasped,
"Yes!"

The warm wet licking of the Man's tongue took one of William's nipple, the
Man's mouth fastened over the crest of his pectoral. The man was really
sucking at William's left tit with great care. William groaned and stopped
struggling, this was too much. William bowed his blond head submissive and
he felt strange, it hurt so much, it felt so good.
William didn't want to choke himself again, the sucking was also starting to
feel better and better. At first, the Man's the lips were spread wide,
William could feel his blood being drawn to the area, his chest. The
tingling warmth spread through his layer of flesh. William moaned softly and
let his blond head drop back,
"Oh!"

William's lips closed, focusing on the nipple itself. The Man was sucking at
it, stretching his nipple, releasing, sucking; repeating the action over and
over. William could feel his tits were reshaped, pulled out, hard and eager.
William's cock jerked in his white briefs. William couldn't help himself.
His teen cock was stretching the cotton of his briefs. He didn't want this!
A straight teen never gets a boner with another man.
"NO!"

William's cock head was dripping, making the cotton above his cock head wet
and transparent. The Man's teeth worked on his tender flesh, nibbling at the
fleshly cones, pulling them out more. The nibbling became harder, turned
into a chewing, the Man made William's tingling tender skin burn with a
rising heat. The Man's touch made William moan,
"Yes!"

The lightest touch of the Man sent flashes of sensation through William's
chest and body.
William knew his tight white briefs showed his dripping teen cock. The Man's
mouth moved away, leaving the coolness of spit on William's aroused tit. The
Man's fingers returned, his thumb and forefinger of his hand grasped his
nipple by the very tip and pulled it out from his trembling body.
William grunted loud! And his spit ran from the corner of William's mouth.
The Man smiled and stepped back, appraised his handiwork.
"You look so good, baby boy. I think you better see this. Get your face in
the right place, little cry baby. See by yourself, how nice your slave tits
are looking."

The Man dropped his blindfold. William blinked, dazes by the sudden light.
There were candles set around the room, the reflected in the mirrors. The
flickering glow revealed to his young eyes.  William saw himself and was
shocked.
A muscular blond teen, typical Dutch, stripped naked to his white briefs, a
wet spot on the outline of his cock head, his strong arms bound, his biceps
bulging of anger, frustration and lust. William couldn't deny it, his cock
was up, hard and throbbing, fighting its way to the waistband of his tight
briefs.
"Look at your boy tits, baby. Just your little tits."

William's nipples were wound tight with some kind of rope, making them stand
up. Just the tips of his tits bulging out, swollen and painfully thick. The
Man murmured into his ear,
"Nice, baby bay. Real nice!"

The Man stood behind him, reaching around his teen body with both hands,
flicking his fingers over William's naked exposed knobs. William groaned
again and arched his back at the powerful body behind him. He watched
himself in the mirrors. He offered his little nipples to the Man, another
male. The Man said softly,
"Baby boy, you have hungry tits, my boy. Accept it, they look like they want
to be played with a whole lot. Feel and enjoy it, little baby. It is just
the first step."

William groaned as the Man's hand kept tugging at his super sensitive tits.
The Man's other hand slipped into his white briefs, sliding over his ass
cheeks.
Slowly the Man removed his briefs, pulling them down.
William shivered and felt exposed.
The Man growled,
"Baby, how is my boy's pussy? Still a virgin down there? Look at your
dripping cock, baby boy. Look at it!
Look! I played with your little nipples and you are hungry for more, your
cock is hard. You are horny, little baby boy. Is it, having your little boy
nipples played with a real man, making my little boy feel all itchy and hot
for something shoved up his little virgin boy hole?"

William felt exposed and stupid. He squirmed as the Man's finger trailed
down the crack of his white exposed butt. William clenched up tight, biting
hard on the gag into his wide open mouth. The Man laughed,
"Baby boy, you wanted to wrestle. You will, just do it for me! Try to relax,
this was just a slow start. Loosen up, baby. You feel just my fucking
finger, that's all now, my baby.
This is nothing, you will beg for much more!
Just a slow start to make you a strong wrestler. A beginning into your new
world."

The man smiled and whispered as he pushed his finger harder inside William's
virgin boy hole,
"You will soon taking lots bigger than a finger up there!"

William groaned in pain.
"Oh fuck, boy that's a very tight virgin hole. I feel it, your back door was
closed. I love that and will open it all the way!"

The Man moved his other hand over William's smooth chest, his sweaty
forehead, pulling his blond hair back to him, nuzzling his mouth against his
ear.
"Relax, I will do it anyhow. Just open up, open that tight virgin ass for
me. You lost the battle, give it to me. Open up, my little baby. You need
this! You stepped into my house and I knew I found myself a little
slave-boy."

The Man's tongue licked and sucked his dripping hot face over and over,
licking his sweat. The man went inside his open lips, really kissing him
hard. William's head spun, he felt great and terrible. No man kissed him
like that!

William wanted to learn the basic's of wrestling and ended up here.

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