From: an150032@anon.penet.fi (....Mercury....)
Reply-To: an150032@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 1995 07:05:20 UTC
Subject: Homeward Bound (M/m) 1/2

o
o        Oh Wise Master, I wonder who rules Alt.Sex.Stories ?
o        Why that is easy, young Grasshopper.  It is...
o
o                 ...  M  e  r  c  u  r  y  ...
o
o        For listen to the Wind.  Does it not whisper in your ear, 
o        "Mercury rulez A.S.S.!"  And listen to the babbling brook.
o        Does it not babble, "Mercury has the biggest dick of all!"
o        You see, Grasshopper.  All of Nature is in harmony with
o        Mercury, for he is one with the Universe!
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o
o   <sigh>.... I just LOVE fan mail !  That's what keeps me posting
o   these stories.  Here's a message I received just today!
o
o     >
o     >     From : an338495@anon.penet.fi
o     >  Subject : Re: ChipMonk (M/M, magic)
o     >
o     >    Post your crap on gaynet or in a gay section!
o     >
o      
o   Mercury's response :  Kiss my ass, you worthless piece of shit!
o                         Oh, and have a nice day!  :)  
o
o    In honor of the above-mentioned shit4brains, I'm posting *15* more
o    gay stories!  I was planning to post some straight or bi stories,
o    but that charming little reptile changed my mind!  Remember to
o    thank him!  I'm sure what he really wants is some attention. . .
o
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o
o      Notes :
o
o   1.  I did not write this story and do not know who did.
o   2.  If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write.
o
Homeward Bound
by the Coach
Coach's Gym BBS, Milwaukee, WI.

Chapter 1 - The Meet

     I had taken the car in for service. I got there early, the
auto center was open before the stores opened. I was stuck waiting
in the mall with the early morning "mall walkers". A strange group
of johnny-come-lately health nuts, there on doctors' orders. I had
a cigarette in the center court area and was getting really bored
when I noticed him at the little snack bar. He was your basic high
school type, wearing a team jacket , jeans and hightops, blonde
hair. Sort of an all-American McDonald's kid type. Turned me on,
so I decided it was time for a cup of coffee and a smoke. I made
my way over to the counter and smiled as I passed him. He smiled
back, probably as I was one of the youngest people in the area at
this hour. "You're taking your life in your hands trying to stand
still around here" I said as I approached him with my coffee.
"Those walkers are an ornery bunch if you get in their way,
considering they're not the paying customers like us." "Yeah, they
get pretty intense" he said as I got my first good look at him.

     "Intense." I liked his teen talk. It turned me on. It went
with the whole package. Just slightly shaggy blonde hair, a little
messed up. A good looking boy face, not too pretty. His hooded
sweatshirt was open and I could tell he filled out a t-shirt in the
right places. He filled out his jeans in the right place too, and
the faded areas showed it off nicely. He had a wide legged stance,
the sort the jocks have around the girls in school. It made his
cock push at the front of his jeans, and it looked like a pretty
good sized one. I wanted to see more of this boy, a lot more! "You
just hanging out before school" I asked, starting a conversation
I hoped would get things rolling. "No way, I finished school in
January."

     "No way." I liked the hint of defiance in his tone. He would
put up a fight. He wouldn't just accept whatever I dished out
docilely, enjoying it because he wanted it. He didn't know he
wanted it. He didn't know needed it. But if I had my way, he would.
"Job hunting so you can move out of mom and dad's?" I asked hoping
to get a little more information on him. "I'm not at mom and dad's.
I'm in a foster home and I gotta get out soon." "Well getting a job
can be a bitch with only a high school diploma," I said steering
him on. "No shit, all you can do is push burgers or be a store
clerk. Bummer!" Not wanting to get too heavy, I decided to lighten
up the conversation and get back to my more immediate interests.
I lit a cigaret and offered him one. "Those things'll kill ya. You
should quit," he said as he refused the offer. "I mostly smoke when
I'm stuck with nothing much to do, like waitin' for the car. I took
the day off and I'd rather be getting some things taken care of
than sitting around here. I got a truck at home, but I can't drive
'em both at once, so I'm stuck waiting. You drive stick?" "Not
lately, but I can handle it," he shot back. "Great. How'd you like
to hang around for a couple hours. We could go to my place, pick
up the truck and get I could get some things done. We could come
back here later to pick up the car and you could drive my truck
back home for me?" I decided to get things moving one way or the
other. "No sweat. I can cancel all my big interviews for today,"
he said sarcastically. "Sure you don't wanna check with your office
first. I'll get us a cab to my place," I said as I walked over to
a pay phone. I figured I'd give him the opportunity to have second
thoughts and split. But he was there waiting when I returned. Good
little puppy, I thought. He didn't stray off down the mall. He
knows how to stay.

     We had to go upstairs to get the keys to the truck, so I
finally had him alone, in private. He was really impressed with the
view of the city. I was impressed with the view of him from behind.
That wide legged jock attitude of his made his butt nice and tight.
I liked the way the seam in his jeans started right about where his
crack should be, then disappeared between the two mounds of his
ass. His thighs filled out the tops of his jeans very well, and his
calves stretched the fabric again just before it bagged at the top
of his high-top Nikes. A totally hot, All-American boy. "Let's get
movin'," I said as I flipped him the keys. "You might as well drive
so you can get used to it. Besides, I can see how well you can
handle it." "I can handle it. No sweat." "I'll bet you can," I
said, thinking that I'd love to see him sweat. I could just picture
it running down the crack of that hot ass of his.

     I had him do the driving. I wanted to see how he handled the
truck. Besides, it made me feel like a real daddy to have this hot
young boy driving me around in my truck. When we got back, I told
him I'd buy him dinner for driving me around. He said he didn't
need to call his foster parents, that they'd be just as happy if
he didn't show up for dinner. I didn't like the fact that he wasn't
expected home, I'd never let a hot boy like him roam the streets.
I talked him into staying at my apartment and ordering out for
food. I figured we could talk more freely in private. "Want
something to drink.". I needed a drink pretty bad as it was hard
to keep my hands off his hot little body and I'd been with him for
the better part of the day. But I didn't want to offer him any
booze, preferring to see if he'd ask for some. "Sure, what have you
got?" "Almost anything you want, you got it." "Anything I want,
huh?" he questioned.

     "Got any Coke?" He was such a clean cut type that he didn't
even ask for liquor. "Sure you don't want something in that," I
said trying to confirm my impression. "I don't get into alcohol
much" he said with a self-conscious grin. "No problem, I don't do
it too often either. My dad drank too much, and it kinda turned me
off to booze" I said trying to put him at ease. "Yeah, I guess my
dad hit the bottle too, at least that's what my mom always told
me." I wanted to get him talking and this subject was as good as
any, so I asked him how he came to be in a foster home. "My dad and
mom married right outa high school. You know, the football star and
the cheerleader; the perfect couple? Well, it didn't work out, I
guess. He left us and ended up in the Marines. My mom, well she had
a lot of guys after my dad. The courts didn't like that and when
they got divorced they put me in an orphanage. I ended up getting
too old for the orphanage, so I got put in foster homes. I been in
this last one two years. But I gotta get out. Now that I graduated
they want me out in a hurry." Something in his voice gave me the
impression that he was trying to hide something. After all, foster
parents aren't usually the type of people to kick a nice young kid
out immediately after he's finished school. I got him to explain
it further.

     "Well, I haven't told my social workers or anybody about this,
but here goes. My foster parents have their own son. He's Joe Jock,
you know; swimming in fall, wrestling in winter and then baseball.
Its not that I'm not athletic. I just never got on the teams 'cause
I transferred in mid year. One day I was working out at home after
school. He had a weight room set up in the basement and I would use
it when he was at practice. I got started late one day and he came
home before I had finished. He came downstairs while I was bench
pressing, and started to hassle me. He was always giving me shit
for being a foster kid in his house, using his stuff, that kinda
thing. Well, he stood behind the end of the bench, and as I was
doing my last set, he pushed down on the bar so I couldn't put it
in the rack. "C'mon wimp, push out one more rep", he said while he
added his weight to the bar. I pushed with everything I had left
in me, but it was my last set and I was kinda burned out. He kept
the bar just above my chest, and started to crouch down. His crotch
was just above my face, and he started rubbing his balls over my
mouth. With every breath I could smell the chlorine from the pool
mixed with the sweet sweaty smell of his body."

     "C'mon faggot orphan, suck me like you did the boys in the
orphanage. Everyone knows you orphanage boys suck each other off.
You're in my house now, so eat my cock foster brother!' He had the
barbell on my chest pinning me down. I kept trying to push it up,
but he held it in place. I didn't have much choice, his balls were
almost in my mouth. He yanked down his gym trunks and jock, and I
laid there pinned down by the weights, sucking his cock. I don't
know why, but my dick started getting hard. He noticed it, and that
only made it worse. "You're gettin' a hard-on aren't you foster
boy. You really dig this don't you. I'll bet you miss all your
boyfriends from the orphanage. Well, you got me to take care of
now. I'll have you sucking me off anytime I want it, foster
brother. I think I'll even try fucking that butt of yours one of
these days. I bet you got a nice hot tight little hole for me to
fill. Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you. I'll come home from
wrestling all hot and sweaty and I'll have you work over my cock
before I fuck the shit outa you. This is gonna be great having a
foster brother. I shoulda thought of this a lot sooner."

     "He was getting pretty hot thinking about all the ways he
planned to use me, and he started pumping into my mouth hard and
heavy. I didn't like the idea of him using me like that, but my
cock had a mind of its own I guess. It just got harder and started
leaking through my sweatpants. He pulled his rod out of my mouth
unexpectedly and a loud sucking noise filled the room. "Oh yeah!
You are one hell of a cock sucker, foster brother. I'll have to
share you with my friends." He stood up, walked around the bench
and straddled my chest. "Hold on little faggot, I'll give it to you
right away", he said as I stared up at his rock hard cock and
balls, dripping with my saliva. In one swift move he lifted the bar
from my chest and had it in the rack and was sitting on my chest
with his legs pinning my arms at my sides. He grabbed me by the
hair, yanked my head forward, shoved his dick in my mouth and
started fucking my face again. Then he reached behind and started
twisting the head of my dick. It was rock hard and slick, and his
hand kept slipping over the tip. He started grabbing my balls and
jerking them up the shaft of my cock. It hurt, but it turned me on.
No one had ever handled my cock before. In the orphanage we just
jacked ourselves off, like contests to see who could cum first or
the most. We never touched anyone else's dick. He was pumping fast
and furious into my mouth and the hotter he got the rougher he
yanked at my cock and balls. I didn't hardly notice the pain from
his manhandling my cock. He had my dick so hot and hard, all I
wanted him to do was keep it up till I came.

     Just when I though I was gonna shoot, he let go of my rod and
grabbed my head with both hands. He stopped fucking my face and
just held his dick way down in my throat. I had all I could do to
keep from choking on it. He started shooting his load into my
mouth. I had never tasted anyone's cum before. It was hot and sorta
salty-sweet. I guess I musta liked it 'cause my dick started
spurting all over my stomach. Just then the basement door opened,
and he jumped up, dripping his cum on my face. I don't know why,
but I grabbed his still hard cock and jerked it slowly. I guess I
just wanted to feel someone else's hard dick instead of my own. His
dad stood there looking at us, me still shooting the last of my
load and hanging onto his son's hard, dripping prick. I guess he
musta though it was all my idea 'cause I was the one cumming when
he walked in. His own son could never be to blame. Anyway, that's
why they want me out, and soon."

     "I think we could both use a drink" I said as I walked to the
kitchen. I think he noticed my erection as I walked past him. He
had me hot as hell, and I needed a drink to cool my jets and
proceed calmly. I definitely didn't want to screw this up! I handed
him the glass, looked him in the eyes and ruffled his blonde hair.
He stood up, put his arms around me and buried his face in my
chest. "I never told anyone about that. I didn't know what you'd
think of me, but I just couldn't lie about it. I just had to tell
somebody." "Hey, no sweat. People are sexual. More guys than you
realize have had sex with another guy, although most of them aren't
honest enough to admit it," I said hoping to put him at ease.
"Don't worry about being kicked out. You've got a home here, if you
want it," I said as looked into his trusting face. "I wouldn't want
to see anything bad happen to you. You know, out on the streets.
You're a good looking kid and I like you. If you need anything,
I'll do all I can to help." He never had anything to worry about.
I was ready to be his daddy from the moment I looked into those
baby blues of his.

Chapter 2 - Team Work

     There was a smell of sweat and heat in the room. The steam
from the showers crept in on the draft created by the fans from the
football equipment room. Jockstraps and sweatsocks were tossed
along the benches between the lockers. Practice was over and the
weekend was just ahead. Two days off and no meet. Two days to screw
off! The sounds of laughter and boyish pranks covered their
conversation.

     "I just gotta tell you guys. I got the greatest thing since
jackin' off at my house. The foster kid my folks took in is a fag.
I made him suck me off the other day and it was great. Man he is
one good little cocksucker, and he even got himself off while he
did it. My dad caught us in the act, but I blamed it all on him.
I mean, like who's my dad gonna believe, some stranger or his own
son. So anyway, my parents are gonna be gone for the weekend, and
I was just wondering if you guys were maybe in the mood to get
sucked off?" "Sure!" "Great, let's go!" "I'll give the little
faggot something to get off on!" "Yeah, right here, man!" Their
laughter rose to join the noise of the other wrestlers from the
team.

     The four jocks entered the house, anticipation making them
nervous and noisy. "Yo, little foster brother, you home?" No reply.
"Guess he ain't home yet." The boys headed for the basement gym to
wait for their victim. "As long as we're here, we might as well
toss the weights around a little." "Yeah, let's get all pumped up
so the little fag will be all turned on." "C'mon man gimme a few
reps." "I'll spot you." As they boys took turns spotting and doing
sets on the various bars around the basement, they were getting
hot, sweaty and horny. "Push out just one more for me, yeah. Work
those muscles, I wanna see you ripped and hard, yeah." Just
thinking about the little cocksucker who was going to take their
loads made them pump the weights harder. They urged each other on
during the workout, but at the same time they were turning on to
each other. All the talk of reps and pushing, pecs and muscles made
them even hotter. As the sweat ran down their bodies, their dicks
started to get as pumped up as their muscles. The back door opened
and they could hear footsteps above them. "Hey, little brother,
c'mon down here. I got something for you!" Footsteps coming down
the stairs signaled the boys into position. As he entered the room
and walked towards his foster brother, the three team mates blocked
his exit. "Hey little bro, I bought a couple of the guys home to
meet you. I told the man what a good little fag cocksucker you were
and they were just dying to meet you." "You bastard, if your dad
catches us down here I'll be kicked out for sure. Especially after
what you made me do last time!" "Not to worry little man, they're
gone for the next three days. Won't be home till Monday night. We
got three nights of fun in store for you, right guys?"

     "Yeah, you little cock sucker." "We're gonna have fun with the
little foster faggot!" "Yeah, three nights of fun with your foster
cocksucker!" They moved closer and continued to taunt him. Their
workout had them all warmed up and ready and they weren't about to
waste any time. They had him down on the weight bench; one held his
arms behind his head and one held his legs. Straddling his chest,
his foster brother started rubbing his cock across the boys lips.
He tried to resist but one of the guys grabbed his cock and balls
and crushed them in his grip. As the scream of pain escaped his
mouth, his brother's cock entered it. He pumped it slowly in and
out as he called to his team mates, "See, I told you I had the
greatest thing since jackin' off. Oh man this feels great. I'll get
his mouth all ready for you guys. C'mon little brother, show 'em
how they taught you at that orphanage. Suck it all the way down."

     As his foster brother proceeded to pump harder and deeper into
his throat, any resistance was met by a twisting of his cock and
balls. Two of the boys held his arms and legs firmly and the more
his balls were crushed in that grip, the harder his dick would
rise. As much as he protested, it was turning him on. The four hot
sweaty jocks working him over started getting turned on by the
scene that was playing out before them. Two of them pulled off the
boy's jeans and jockey shorts and noticed his hard sticky cock.
"Hey, he's sportin' quite a boner for someone who says he doesn't
like it." "I think the little fag likes being worked over." "Maybe
we should rough him up a little bit more and get him really hot and
bothered."

     With that the boy holding his legs lifted them up onto his
shoulders and started to pull him back towards his cock. The boy
at the front held his arms even tighter above his head. He was
being stretched between the two of them, with the third man
handling his cock and balls, and his foster brother fucking his
mouth. He could feel the head of his captor's cock pressing against
his hole, and he fought to tighten his ass and keep the invading
cock out. "Spread that ass and let me in there or he'll rip your
balls off" the boy yelled as his team mate yanked his nuts high
into the air. The pain in his sack was immediately replaced by the
pain in his ass as the cockhead forced its was into the opening.
The only lubrication was the sticky flow that was coming from the
hot jock's dick as it split the boy's butt apart. He tried to
scream in pain, but the sound was muffled by the load of cum that
his foster brother started shooting down his throat. The taste and
feel of the sperm running into his mouth took his mind off the pain
in his ass, and the dick slid in to the base.

     His foster brother got up from his chest and his position was
taken by the boy who had been manhandling his cock and balls. He
found a new, hard cock in his mouth, and began to notice that it
was different than his brother's dick. This one seemed longer and
thicker and, as it went in deeper, he started to gag. His foster
brother gripped his balls roughly and warned him, "Take it all the
way little brother. Don't you fuck up now that the guys are here.
You suck his cock real good or you'll lose these nut of yours." His
throat ached from the cock that was being driven into it, and his
ass felt like it was being split apart by the hard shaft pumping
in and out. As he strained to suck the rod in his mouth, he could
feel the warmth deep inside his guts as the team mate shot his
load. The sudden emptiness in his butt startled him, but was
quickly filled as the boy who was holding his arms changed places
and began to plow into his ass. Again he noticed the difference in
the way this cock felt inside him, and the technique the boy used
to fuck him. His mouth and ass were being much more brutally abused
as the boys started relaxing and really using him. They were
fucking his mouth and ass much more wildly than at the start, and
he found his own cock growing harder than he had ever thought it
could get.

     His foster brother started pounding on his dick with his fist,
jamming it into his balls with each rough stroke. The pain in his
balls mixed with the pleasure of having his cock worked over. He
sucked and fucked the cocks within him hoping that by milking them,
his own cock would find release. Slurping noises filled the room
as his face was pumped by the jock at his chest. His ass strained
to meet every stroke of the hot young wrestler whose dick was
buried deep with him. He thrust his dick into his foster brother's
grip in a vain attempt to fuck the hand that was abusing him. As
he bucked and strained another load started flowing into his mouth.
The taste was nothing like his foster brother's cum as it ran down
his throat. He could feel the balls slapping at his ass as the dick
within it started to erupt . He felt a much larger load shoot
inside him until it started to ooze out of his stretched hole and
run down his butt. The two pulled their dicks out of him and he
felt almost empty.

     Two boys still held his arms and legs and his foster brother
fisted his dick until he let out a low groan. He felt a hand at his
ass and suddenly several fingers were inside him, tormenting his
stretched hole. "I can feel my cum in his hole, man. I wanna keep
it all up there so he doesn't lose a drop." His brother abruptly
stopped pounding his cock and just held the boy's balls in his
tight grip. "Don't you lose any of that cum inside you, little
brother, or I'll jerk these right off!" The boy began to writhe and
make guttural noises as the fingers probed within his ass. He could
feel the cum fighting its way from his tortured balls. "Look at
this, the little fag is getting off. Fuckin' queer" As the boys
taunted and laughed at him, his dick shot his pent up load all over
his chest and stomach. "Look at the fag, he shot without even
jerking off." "Boy he must really like getting worked over by a
bunch of guys." "We'll have to share him with the rest of the team,
that'll really get him hot." "Yeah, then we can really fill up his
asshole." As the cum stopped flowing from his battered cock, he
felt humiliated and abused. Maybe he really did like getting worked
over like this. Questions ran through his mind as he lay there,
sore, drained and dripping with the cum of the wrestlers.

     He woke and found himself alone in the basement. His ass was
burning, his jaw ached and he was caked with dried cum. He didn't
know how long he had been asleep. He remembered the events that
left him in this condition and fear rose within him. Did he really
get off on this abuse? He had shot a load, hadn't he? Did they
leave to get more members of the wrestling team? It was very early
on a Saturday morning when he quietly cleaned himself up, threw his
few belongings in his backpack and decided it was time to leave his
foster home.

Chapter 3 - Run Runaway

     It was early, so he decided to walk to the mall and not spend
any of the little money he had on bus fare. Besides, he needed the
time to think. His feelings about the abuse at the hands of the
wrestling team confused him. Did he really get off on that kind of
treatment? The soreness in his ass and balls reminded him of his
humiliation as he was shooting his load in front of the team. He
also thought of the man he had met at the mall. He trusted this man
somehow, and he planned to live with him. He began to think of him
as his dad. He just wanted to go to him and tell him what had
happened. Dad would make it all better, and he'd be home.

     He slipped into the mall and made his way through the early
walkers to the phones. He needed to talk to "dad", and dialed the
number. As the number of rings mounted, his hopes fell. There was
no answer. He was not supposed to move in till next weekend, was
supposed to get everything straightened out with the social workers
and his foster parents, not that they'd care. He was 18 and
responsible for himself. Well, if dad wasn't home, then he'd have
to go it on his own for now. He checked out the situation and
decided yes, he could make it on his own for one week. He would be
responsible for himself. He was not a kid anymore. He didn't have
much money, but hell, street people survived. He would too.

     He spent the days in the mall or walking around the suburban
neighborhood. He met a few friends from school, but told them
nothing. He wasn't sure what they might know from the other guys,
and said nothing of leaving his foster home. He had been spending
the nights sleeping in the lobby of the small suburban hospital,
when an admissions nurse got suspicious. She asked him who he was
waiting for, and he made up a story about his dad being in the
hospital. A short time later a police officer approached him in the
lobby. "What is your business here, boy" the officer asked. He was
a dark haired man with a moustache and had that look of a young cop
on his first job at the small suburban police department. He was
in much better shape than the usual police officer, the kind who
worked out every day so he could handle the law breakers he ran
into on his shift. He got off on the authority trip with the kids
in the mall, as he wasn't that much older than them. He liked to
order them of the grounds for loitering. Now he had a nice innocent
looking blonde kid to lay his trip on, so he decided to take him
in to the station for questioning. It was obviously a runaway case
and he'd have a little fun before he called the parents.

     The station was deserted except for the female dispatcher who
was on the phone with her boyfriend and hardly noticed them enter.
He took the boy to an interrogation room at the back out of the
public area. "So, do your parents know your spending the nights in
the hospital and the days in the mall? Why'd you run kid? School
trouble, drugs?" "I don't have any parents, and my foster parents
just want me out so I left!" No parents to come searching for their
little boy! Great! He decided to play the authority role to the
hilt now that there wouldn't be any interference. "OK boy, your
gonna have to spend some time here till I straighten this out. Here
fill out these forms and I'll be back to check you into your room."
He left the boy alone and went to pick up the usual clothing and
blanket for his prisoner. On the way back he pick up a few
nonregulation items from his locker.

     He lead the boy down the corridor to the last cell in the
block, far from the office area and anyone who might interfere.
"OK strip! All your clothes off, now! Standard procedure. We don't
want you causing any trouble in the holding tank. C'mon move, off
with the clothes boy!" He watched the boy's every move as he
undressed. Nice firm pecs, he thought, and a nice round ass. He was
a hot looking kid, alright. Good lookin' blonde, nice athletic
body. Bet he'll put up a good fight before I break him. This will
be more fun than I could've hoped for. "So, what did you do to get
kicked out of your foster home. Musta been somethin' pretty heavy.
Drugs, drinking, steal a car or something?" The kid didn't look the
type to be into any of that, but the authority trip was taking over
and he decided to go with it.

     "C'mon punk! Answer the questions," he said as he gave him a
punch in the stomach. The kid doubled over but he pulled him to his
feet demanding, "What kinda shit did you pull, asshole?" As the kid
stammered and started to answer, he slapped him across the face,
that good looking face that now was filled with fear. The look in
the boys eyes turned him on to the scene even more and he grabbed
him by the hair and looked straight into his eyes. "You better just
tell me before I really hurt you!" "They kicked me out because of
their real son. He didn't like me." "Oh, and I suppose he didn't
have any reason not to like you. What kinda shit did you pull on
him." He couldn't answer fast enough to beat the punch, but the cop
noticed this time his stomach tensed up nice and hard as he punched
it. The kid was in good shape and could handle a little rough
stuff. The kid staggered to his feet and answered, "He was hassling
me about being in the orphanage for so long, and how his parents
only took me 'cause I was too old to stay there, and how he was
their real son and I was nothin' to them. I couldn't handle his
shit anymore, so I cut out." "Maybe they just didn't want you at
the orphanage with all those young boys 'cause maybe your a fag.
Is that it. Did you try to put the make on your foster brother,
faggot!" He slapped him hard and landed another good one to his
stomach. The kid collapsed on the bottom bunk. The cop left him
there warning, "I'll be back later and we'll get the whole story
outa you before I'm through with you." The boy laid there
recovering from the blows. He thought of his new home and how much
he wanted to be there right now. Again he felt as if he just wanted
to be with his "dad". The pain subsided and he drifted off to
sleep.

     He awoke to the sensation of his leg being lifted. Half
asleep, he tried to pull his leg away but couldn't. As he awoke he
realized his arms were cuffed to the bunk frame on each side of
him. His legs were cuffed to the frame below the upper bunk. He was
cuffed with his legs up and his arms spread and he couldn't do
anything to get out of this position. He also realized he was not
alone in the cell. His interrogator was beside the bed staring down
at him. "What the fuck!" Before he could say more the officer
shoved a pair of jail underwear in his mouth and put a leather belt
around his head to keep it in place. The muffled protests turned
the cop on. "Yeah boy, go ahead an yell. No one will hear you, not
at night, and not with that gag in your mouth. Besides, no one
knows your here but me." He put his hand on the boy's bound leg and
moved down the inside of his thigh to that hot little ass. He
roughly grabbed at the round buns and slapped them a few times.
"Yeah boy, that's right. I'm gonna show you why they kicked you out
of that orphanage. Gonna show you what little boys are good for."
He worked his fingers between the firm ass cheeks and found the
tight little hole. As he worked first one, then two fingers up the
boys butt, the muffled cries got him going. "Yeah, nice tight hole
boy. Gonna show you what that hole is good for."

     The cop took out his night stick and ran it up and down the
crack in the boys smooth ass. He strained at his bonds and
protested through his gag as the night stick found its target. The
long black pole entered his puckered hole and he clenched his
buttocks together in a vain attempt to keep it out. The officer
poked and prodded the boys ass until the stick started to slide
into the boy. He kept up the pressure and the boy started bucking
like a horse as the prod entered his body. As the boy jerked at his
restraints, the officer noted that his dick was growing hard. The
nightstick was hitting its target and against his will the boy was
responding. His cock and balls flopped from side to side as the boy
bucked and shook the bunk bed. "You little fag, you like this don't
you? Well this is just the beginning boy. Your in for a ride
tonight!"

     He left the stick halfway up the boy's ass and unsnapped one
of his belt retainers from his gun belt. He took the small strap
and wrapped it around the boy's cock and balls and snapped it
tight. The boy's cock was now hard as rock and slippery with his
juices, so the cop took a second strap and used it to stretch the
ball balls down and away from his cock. "Don't want you shooting
a load and messing up the bunk with your cum, boy. Besides, this'll
keep you hot and bothered longer if your dick can't squirt ." He
mounted the bed from behind and settled in between the boys
outstretched legs. He reached down and quickly ripped the
nightstick from the hole. A muffled gasp from the boy was soon
followed by a cry as the cop forced his cock in to the hilt. His
balls were pushing up against the firm butt as he started to
withdraw. Again he slammed his dick all the way home, and again the
muffled cries urged him on. "Yeah, boy. You're gonna ride my cock
tonight. Yeah, that nice hot ass of your ain't gonna be so tight
when I get through." He started pumping in and out savagely, the
boy pulling at his restraints and bucking under him.

     With each thrust the boys cock jerked harder until the straps
around his cock and balls felt like steel padlocks. As the cop
plowed into his ass, the boy started moving with him. He found
himself pushing back to get that hot policeman's dick deeper inside
him. With each thrust his cock came closer to exploding. He felt
he was being held just on the edge of cumming till he couldn't
stand it any longer. His ass fucked in rhythm with the cop and
sucked the dick deep within him. As the officer thrust forward, the
boy bucked and shoved his ass back towards the cop. He desperately
wanted to cum and the cock massaging his guts was his only way to
get release. His wrists and ankles were sore from pulling at cuffs
and he knew he must be bleeding, but his dick had taken control of
him. He had to shoot and the cock up his ass was the only way he
could make it. As the cop released his load up the boys ass, the
boy felt himself cum in long spurts that seemed to last forever.
He had never felt the need to shoot a load this badly in his life,
and the pleasure of the release was more than he could bear.

     He must have passed out, 'cause when he woke his hands were
cuffed behind his back, his legs were free. He could feel the dried
cum sticky on his stomach as he breathed. The cell was dark, the
corridor was dark, and he could hear nothing but the occasional
telephone ringing far in the distance. In the light from the exit
sign he could see that his ankle were scraped from the cuffs, and
he wondered what other marks his body would have before he left
this cell.

Chapter 4 - Work Release

     Well, this was the day we had agreed upon for him to move in.
I had set the extra room up as a bedroom, didn't want him to feel
that he had to sleep with me. I wanted it to be his idea, and
besides it was a kick setting up a bedroom for you "son." I called
at his foster home and they assumed he had already moved in with
me. He hadn't been home all week and his things were gone. I tried
to smooth things over and bluffed my way out of the situation by
saying I had been out of town, and yes perhaps I was wrong and he
had already moved in. As I hung up the phone I started to sweat.
Jeez, what could have happened to him? Where had he been for a
week, and why hadn't he called? I decided to head over to the mall
where I had met him. Maybe he was hangin' out there.

     After walking the mall for a time, I decided to call his
foster home again. This time I got his "brother" and found out he
had run away, pissed off at his brother for what he wouldn't say.
Well, since it had been a week, I decided to try the cops. Being
a Saturday, there was only a small crew on at the station. I spied
a nice looking, younger cop and asked if he could help me locate
a missing boy. He took a description and I figured he'd brush me
off with "I'll file a report," but he asked me to wait in a small
room. After about a half hour of waiting, I saw them coming down
the hall. He was freshly showered and his hair was still wet. He
looked beat and worn, but as sexy as ever. I played it cool and
didn't act too concerned about his whereabouts for the past week.
I acted as if it was a chore to come and drag him home, since I
just wanted to get him out of there.

     When we got back to my place, I took him into his room. "You
should have called me." "I tried lots of times, but no one
answered." Damn, he was right. "I put in a lot of OT last week,"
so I'd be here with him all weekend. I asked what had happened and
he just said the cops picked him up for sleeping in the hospital
lobby. "Well, you're here now, so lets get moving." I figured I'd
him tell me when he was ready, but for now he needed some food, and
some TLC. I took him out for burgers, then shopping since he didn't
have much stuff and there was a lot of basics he needed. Besides,
it got his mind off whatever had happened. When we got back, I had
him try on some of the new clothes for me. I had picked out some
stuff I thought he'd look really hot in. The red sweatpants and
baseball jacket really got to me. Jeez he looked hot. That nice
firm butt of his was showed off to the max and the jacket and cap
made him look like the All-American jock.

     We screwed off for the rest of the day, him trying on
everything we had bought and me making a list of stuff he'd need.
He was really beat and fell asleep watching a movie. I woke him and
sent him off to his room. It was still early, so I went out for a
few drinks. When I returned I must have woke him. I was in my bed
just about ready to call it a day, when he came out of his room.
He looked like an innocent little kid with his blonde hair mussed
up and half asleep. His dick was still hard, must've gotten a hard
on in his sleep. I said nothing, so he wouldn't feel embarrassed.
I wanted him to be sexually at ease with me. He sat down on the bed
next to me and sighed. "I want to tell you what happened. I gotta
tell somebody."

     He told me about his rape at the hands of the wrestling team,
his victimization by the cop and his confusion at having gotten
turned on by it all. He said he thought he was gay, but he wasn't
sure that this was how it should be. He didn't like being turned
on by being forced to have sex. "I wanted to feel turned on because
I want to have sex, not 'cause somebody's forcing me to have sex.
Does that make sense?" "Perfect sense. There's a big difference
between mutual sex and rape. You were raped, my boy!" I put my arm
around his shoulder and he fell against my chest. "I was afraid you
wouldn't want me anymore after all those others. I kept thinking
about you, and being here was all I wanted in the world. But I
wasn't sure you'd want me after everybody else had used me like
that." "Boy, I'd want you here no matter what happened. I'm just
pissed at myself for not being here when you needed me. Damn it,
none of this would have happened if I'd been here for you."

     I stroked his hair and held him close. I wanted to make up for
all the hurt the others had given him. It was then I noticed the
marks on his ankles. He explained about the cuffs on his legs, and
I told him to lay down on the bed so I could check and see if any
permanent damage had been done. I got some first-aid creme from the
john and he was stretch out on the bed when I returned. I asked him
to take his t-shirt and shorts off, I didn't want to order him
around. Not just yet. As he lay back down I checked out his ankles,
noticed his wrists were a little sore and decided to give him a
thorough going over. I applied some cream to his ankles and wrists
determining to get that asshole cop who did this to my boy. I ran
my hands over his chest and thumbed his nipples on the way. He
twisted his body and his cock, already hard, jerked up as I touched
his tits. I had found his hot spots, so I teased them for a little
while and got him turned on good and hot. I ran my hands down his
nice flat stomach feeling the ripples of muscle below the surface.
I got down to his crotch and inspected his balls very gently. The
smooth and easy handling of his body was getting him going and him
squirmed around on the bed. As I teased his cock, running up and
down the firm fat shaft I said, "Well, it looks like everything's
in working order here! Roll over."

     He did as instructed and I ran my hands over his back and
shoulders. I massaged the tenseness out of his neck and noticed the
nice development of the muscles. He had nice wide shoulders and the
muscles capped the side of his arms with a good rounded shape. I
ran my hands down his back and felt the deep curve as it ran into
his ass. His butt was just about perfect, round and firm and the
right size for the rest of his body. I ran my hand between his
cheeks, there were no marks and his nice firm muscles tensed up at
my intrusion. "Relax, I just wanna see if anybody hurt you. If they
did they're dead meat. Now I'll go easy and you let me know if it
feels bad." I greased up a finger and very gently started to insert
it in his hole. He squirmed under my touch and I held it still
inside him. When he settled down I slid it in further, but slowly
allowing him time to adjust to the intrusion. His ass relaxed and
I worked my finger in and out. He moaned softly saying, "Wow, that
feels awesome." It felt awesome from my end too, and I slipped a
second finger into the opening. His ass rose to meet me and I
started pumping my fingers in and out. He wriggled his butt on my
fingers and I eased them out and very slowly slid my dick up to his
ass. I pressed the head against his hole and eased in. He let out
a guttural moan and I said, "Let me know if anything hurts now."
He pushed his ass up off the bed and my cock slid in between the
firm mounds of his butt. I could feel it sliding in till my balls
brushed his ass cheeks. "Oh yeah, boy, let's go with it." I started
pumping his ass slowly and found him humping my dick on each slow
stroke. The kid was getting off on it and he had me hotter than
hell. I grabbed him and turned him on his back, keeping my dick on
target so that I actually screwed him onto it. He settled his butt
against my balls and lay there, eyes closed, a smile on his face.
I reached for his cock and started milking him slowly. He started
to move and thrust his ass onto my cock. As I speeded up my pumping
in and out of his butt, he went wild and writhed around on the bed.
His cock was hard as rock and slippery with his juices. I held my
hand still at the head of it and he started desperately fucking my
hand and shoving his ass onto my cock on the back stroke. His
bucking motions had me going and as I started shootin' my load up
his ass, his dick started squirting in my hand. He shot a load a
horse would be proud of all over his stomach to his chin. I
collapsed on top of him and it oozed between our sweaty bodies. I
sat up on my arms, looked into his handsome face and said, "Well,
I guess were both in good working order." He looked at me with his
innocent blue eyes, "YES sir!"

Chapter 5 - Breaking and Entering

     He started coming to my room at night often, and it got to the
point where we decided to dump the extra bed and turn his room into
a den. He had a part- time job now, just enough hours to give him
some cash and not interfere with our life together. He had his
duties around the house and was generally pretty conscientious
about them. But lately every weekend he managed to screw up. He'd
forget to do something, or leave stuff laying around. I'd yell at
him a little, he'd be very sorry and we'd have hot sex. I got off
on the "daddy" scene he was letting me play, chastising his "little
boy" for fucking up. I think he enjoyed getting chewed out as much
as I got off doing it, and I decided it was time we tried a little
discipline training.

     It was Friday night after work and again he "forgot" to clean
up the kitchen. "That's it! Go into the spare room and wait there."
He sulked off and I made a lot of noise in the kitchen as I let him
alone. I noticed that the kitchen was clean, he had just scattered
things around to make it look messed up. I straightened it out and
made him wait alone in the room for a while. I had used the room
as a playroom before he moved in and had packed the toys away. I
dug the box out and took it with me. "Okay asshole, stand up!
Straight! Spread your legs. Chest out! Now, I think its time you
learned a lesson. Bend over and grab your ankles." He looked
puzzled, but did as instructed. I looked at that hot little ass.
No marks, I wanted it smooth and firm and perfect just as it was.
I slapped him hard across the butt. He lurched forward but caught
himself and locked his legs to keep steady. His thighs and butt
tightened up real nice. I slapped him a few more times, letting my
hand rest and feeling the firm mounds of his ass. "Stand up!" As
he did his cock was rigid and he tried to hide his embarrassment.

     "Good! I want the cock to stand up straight and proud,too. Now
I know I'm giving you just what you need, boy. You've had it too
easy. It's time you got straightened out. Right, boy?"
"Yes,.......sir." I said, "right BOY!" "YES SIR." He was responding
well and his cock was still at attention, so I decided to go with
it. I wrapped the leather bands around his wrists, hooked them
together behind his head, and used a bungee cord to hitch them to
the "lamp hook" in the ceiling. He looked up and knew now what all
those hooks were really for. "That's right, boy. That's what this
room is for. You'll come be sent here when you need training!" I
strapped his ankles and attached them with bungees to the hooks at
the base of the wall. The cords worked well. They provided just
enough pull that he had to tense his muscles to keep from being
pulled off balance. His arms showed up real nice, his biceps and
shoulders getting pumped by the tension. He legs and ass firmed up
real hard as he locked them to keep them from spreading too far.
He looked like a hot young stud hung up in a butcher shop, a piece
of meat. Muscles straining, he started to sweat. As I attached a
harness to his cock and balls, stretching them down as far as he
could handle, a little trickle os sweat ran over the ripples on his
stomach and down over the leather ring binding his rock hard dick.

     I looked through the toy box and selected some easy tit
clamps. It was his first time and I just wanted a little sensation,
no pain. Besides his tits were perfect just as they were, nice firm
points on his now bulging pecs. I ran my hand over his full,
hairless chest and teased his nipples. His cock jerked in response,
belying any verbal protests he might make. "You need this, don't
you boy! You want this and you need it!" "Yes, Sir. I need
discipline, Sir." Good. He was going with it and not relating to
the others who had abused him. I wanted to teach him the
difference, and he was learning. As I attached the clamps to his
tits, he jerked and strained at his bonds. His dick got harder and
the juices started dripping from the slit in his shiny cockhead.
I fingered his cock, using this natural lubricant and he moaned
from deep inside his chest. "Your ready to learn, aren't you boy."
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I'm ready Sir!" I inserted a small butt
plug in his ass. I didn't want any thing too large 'cause I liked
his nice tight hole. I released him from his restraints and left
his cock and balls harnessed and his butt plugged.

     He was buck naked with a leash connected to his hard on as I
led him down the hall. "You gotta learn your duties around here,
boy. The lesson is just starting." He replied, "Yes, Sir. I'll
learn, Sir," as I pulled him by the dick into the bathroom. "You
can't let your cock run you life, boy, or it'll lead you into
trouble." Tapping his bound balls with my foot for emphasis, I had
him clean the place on his knees. I removed the leash and made him
put on a ragged pair of gym shorts which barely hid his raging
cock. "We're gonna go pump some iron, boy. You gotta stay in shape,
I want a nice hard body to go with the dick of yours." His "yes,
Sir" was a little weak as we took the elevator to the basement
weight room. It was open to anyone in the building, but I knew from
experience that it was rarely used. In two years I had almost
always been alone when I worked out. We went through our usual
workout and I made him do it all with his cock and balls tied up
and his ass plugged. The squats got to him the most. With the plug
in place, each rep made his dick get harder till the wet spot in
the front of his shorts grew to cover his whole crotch. He was
sweating bullets by the time he finished his last set, and it ran
down his back and onto his firm, pumped up ass and disappeared in
his shorts. As we were leaving, one of the few guys I had ever met
came in. He eyed up the boys crotch and said, "He really gets into
his workouts, doesn't he?" I was sporting quite a rod myself, and
proud of it. I put this wimp in his place with "Damn right, we both
get off on it. When your pumped up and healthy you feel like a man
and it shows. If working out doesn't turn you on, don't waste your
time." The boy looked up at me, smiled and gave a hearty "Yes,
Sir!" I took him back to the spare room, laid a leather sheet on
the floor and spread-eagled him to hooks in the corners. I teased
his cock with his own juices till he started moaning, unhooked his
legs and fucked him hard. I made sure I stopped before he came and
I jacked myself off and shot a load over his chest. I used my cum
as lube and worked over his cock some more, but left him hanging
just on the short of cumming. "Don't you shoot until I tell you,
boy. You're gonna learn to obey orders." He let out a frustrated
"Yes....Sir" as I removed the plug from his butt and cuffed his
hands behind him. "Now you'll keep your hands off your cock." I
laid the leather sheet at the foot of the bed and gave him a
blanket. "You'll sleep her tonight, boy, so I know what you're
doing." I woke early and found him still asleep, his hard cock
dripping on the leather beneath him. I woke him, took him to the
bathroom and unbound his dick. I left him cuffed, made coffee and
came back. I washed him down, toweled him off, and strapped in the
butt plug again. I put a loose cock ring on him and uncuffed him.
"You'll wear this to work today to remind you of the lesson you're
learning. Now get dressed." I gave him a very tight jock which held
his cock in pretty well, and inspected him before he left. "You
leave that plug in and that ring around your cock, or you're in
trouble boy!" He gave me a firm "Yes Sir!" as I patted his ass and
walked him out the door.

     He only worked part-time and I was waiting when he returned
three hours later. As soon as he entered I ordered him to strip.
I inspected his ass and the plug was still in place. I removed the
cock ring and led him to the bathroom. "Gotta clean you up before
I take you out, boy." I scrubbed him down in the shower and gave
him an enema so he'd be totally clean. With his guts full of water,
I made him hold it in as I teased his cock to full hardness. He was
almost ready to come and begging to release the water when I sat
him down. His cock went limp as the water flowed out of him, but
he didn't cum. "Good boy, I told you not to shoot a load without
permission." I dried him off and led him back to the spare room.
I bound his cock and balls in a leather spreader and his dick stood
out proud and hard once again. I strapped the plug up his butt
again and told him to get dressed. I took him to a small restaurant
where I usually met with friends. I wanted to show of my stud boy
in his prime, hard condition. My friends were there and after the
usual comments they decided it was time to inspect him. They opened
his shirt ad felt his chest and tits, they groped his bulging
crotch and grabbed at his firm ass. He stood obediently and
answered only when I spoke to him. It was clear to them that he was
MY boy, and they tired of teasing him.

     When we returned home I had him stripped, standing and
restrained again. "You liked having your tits and cock felt up by
everyone, didn't you boy!" He protested with a "No Sir!" but I
continued. "You like to be treated like a sex toy, a cheap piece
of meat, don't you boy!" I slapped his ass hard and grabbed his
cock roughly from behind. "No, Sir. I didn't like it, Sir. But they
were your friends, Sir." "That's right boy, and my friends can
touch you if I let them. Right?" "Yes, Sir, if you let them Sir."
I removed the plug from his ass and started to slide my dick into
his hole, when he repeated "If you let them. Sir." I started
pumping into his ass and jerked at his bound cock. The spreader
made his balls slap against his legs with each stroke. He started
moving in rhythm with my cock, his ass meeting my thrusts, his dick
fucking my hand. I reached around and grabbed his pecs roughly
squeezing his tit. He started bucking and riding my dick harder as
i massaged his chest and teased his nipple. His dick thrust
furiously into my hand and his ass was slapped by my balls as I
fucked him blindly. My hand went down to his stomach and I could
feel the muscles contracting with each thrust of my cock. His
rippling stomach and his pumping ass were too much and I started
to shoot my load into him as his dick started jerking and shooting
his pent up load from nights of teasing. Spurt after spurt of cum
came from his cock for what seemed like forever. He slumped in his
bonds exhausted, and I held him tightly to keep him on his feet.
When he recovered, I released his bonds and led him into the
bedroom. "You'll sleep with me tonight. I think you've learned you
lesson well, son." He looked up at me with his messy blonde hair
and his innocent blue eyes and said, "Yes, Sir, dad, Sir."