Date: Sat, 31 May 2014 15:01:23 -0600
From: Alex Parker <69alexparker@gmail.com>
Subject: Teen Time Traveler Chapter II

No one loosened my bonds. My hands weren't exactly comfortable, but I could
still wiggle my fingers and they felt okay. I was used of being naked, now.
Weird that I could adapt so fast, I know. But I was still afraid of what
was going to happen next. I figured it was going to be bad. The old man
took me away from the crowd of touchers. My boner softened and I followed
him up some stairs to a hall and down the hall to a room. He opened the
door and let me in. He gave me water to drink and poured more over my head
and my body. It was so refreshing. My arms bound behind my back he turned
and left leaving me alone in a cold stone room.

The cold room wasn't really cold. The white stone was smooth white and
clean. It shone from being so polished. Right. They used Marble for
building. There were big glassless windows overlooking the Mediterranean;
beautiful blue with deep blue sky and puffy white clouds. I was amazed.  A
breath of  breeze wafted through the room. The sun was ever so hot and the
stone cool to the touch. There was a funny looking wooden thing with big
holes on a stand on one side of the room. A marble bench of some sort right
in front of it. I think I remember the bench from a class or book or
something. It was called a divan, in English anyway. I didn't speak Greek,
which made this whole thing sort of a big mistake. I laughed out loud. I
was naked, bound and sold into slavery. I was worried about not speaking
the local language?

Anyway, I didn't know what to do. I tried to think. I tried to put things
into perspective, but none of the puzzle pieces fit together. I was a slave
bought and paid for with my hands bound. This isn't the twenty first or
second century. There is no electricity, Internet, refrigerators no police,
cel phones. Anyway how could I call for help when I couldn't even speak the
language. I'm stuck. I .  I have to do what I'm told? Bend over? Take it up
the ass? God I'm fucked. And you know what? I think I want it? Maybe?
Everyone looked at me in awe of my mediocre body. No one jeered and the
touching, unasked for, well, I got another boner just thinking of it. I
couldn't hide it if I wanted to. I didn't mind, now. Of course I was alone.
It stood up a flag of erotic lust unfulfilled with my ass cheeks drinking
in the cool stone no doubt leaving some warm imprints.

The door opened and two big muscle guys took a look a look at me and my
boner. One smiled and said something to the other one. He smiled back.
Suddenly they had my arms and I had my hands free. The iron grip of the
guys was nothing I could over come, so no. I wasn't free. It felt good to
have the ropes off though. They took me to the wood thing. What I thought
was one big wooden piece was actually two pieces and the holes split in
half. I was forced to bow before it. Not before it. They put my head in the
bigger half circle and my wrist in the smaller circles. Before I knew it
the lid was down and I was bent over securely fastened in the device. Shit.
Stocks. That's what this was called. I had my has pointing up in the air
and couldn't move my hands or head. My boner died with my ass pointing
straight up in the air  towards the wooden door. One of the men touched my
ass. He didn't actually touch my ass, but rather touched it gently. Firmly.

Electricity ran through my body. I could only see the white marble in front
of me and his fingers lingered on my ass. Then the other guy started to
grope me, roughly rubbing my smooth balls. They said a few words to each
other and then promptly left.

I am not sure how long I stood there. Not long I think. I'm sure if I stood
there for a long time my legs would ache as well as my back. I heard the
door open and some bare feet slapping the marble. Then I heard some
giggles. Boys. Probably slaves like me. Really, it didn't matter. A smiling
face peeked at me and before I could focus I found a small hard penis stuck
up to my nose, or rather my lips. I guess every guy who has ever lived in
our age has made vows like, 'If someone held a gun to my head I would never
suck a cock. You could cut mine off and I would never ever let someone rape
me. I would fight. I would do this and then that. I would die first.'

The cold hard reality was that the choice was mine and it wasn't. I opened
my mouth and let the little boy in. He was small, hard, uncut and I
couldn't stop it. I made my lips small and pushed his foreskin back with
them. He tasted different. He tasted good. He worked it back and forth and
in seconds he jumped up and down in my mouth and withdrew. That was fast.
My boner raged. I felt some more hands on my ass but this time with some
sort of slippery something. Grease? Ha ha. Grease in Greece. I laughed.

I guess somewhere in my bound body and out of time muddled mind I just let
go. I enjoyed everything simply because it felt so good. My resolution was
completely deflated and I waited to see what was going to happen next. A
different smiling face peeked, still a boy, again about my age this time, I
think. He was pretty fast.

Another cock knocked at my mouth. I just opened  and did some wide open
mushy thing, not like the quick boy before. I heard some Greek. Sounded
like complaining. I laughed, spitting the boner almost all the way out.
Then I clamped down. He was uncut. I guess that's all these boys were like.
Circumcision was a Jewish thing, I think. I clamped hard, making sure my
lips were between my teeth.

He gasped.

I kept going. He worked it and I softened my grip using my tongue to try to
circle the moving target. Before I knew it he blew. The taste of cum was a
new one. I liked it. I hated it. I swallowed. The aftertaste was bitter,
gamey and sweet. I wanted more.

A smiling face peeped. He was older, but still a boy with hazel eyes. He
was more beautiful than the other two. Someone latched onto my pecker with
his mouth. Electricity shot through my body and I gasped. I thought it
couldn't get any better. Someone put their finger? in my ass. I gasped
again. The mouth on my member was slow and persistent.

Then a large boy popped into my open mouth. He was something else, musky
and large. He was hot in mouth just like the other two, but this boy was
older and had more passion, or maybe it was the other two that were playing
with my other end that made me more into this one. I named him George. He
was big. Well, what judge was I considering this was my first with boys.
But he was sweet and big and tasted foul and wonderful. He worked a steady
pace. Then left.

What?

And then I felt him knocking on the back end. The sucking of me stopped.
The knocking got persistent, combined with the grease and my lack of
resolve he entered. It hurt. A little. It was gasp-worthy, so I gasped.
He was slow and gentle. At first. And then he rocked me. He smacked my ass
with smack smack smack that echoed in the empty room. A gull screamed far
away. Then I had hands on my weenee pumping slowly, quickly with the
rhythm. It was a first for me. But god-damned I fucking loved it beyond
anything I'd ever experienced in my sheltered twenty first sheltered life.

He climaxed pouring jizz out my ass. He stopped but left himself in. I
popped spunking all over. It was so hard it hurt with orgasm. My legs felt
wobbily and I could barely hold myself in the device. The licking of back,
stomach and petting of my ass really didn't help.

Suddenly the wooden contraption released letting me stand and leaving my
hands free for the first time since I got here. The little wooden time
travel icon hit just below my collar bone. I was safe. I was free. I was
fucked and I fucking loved every fucking moment of it. Who the fuck knew?

I looked at the molesters who introduced me to slavery and sex. George was
more gorgeous than my imagination could have dreamt. He had huge nipples,
zero ounces of fat on a muscle bound frame. His pecker was smaller than my
imagination thought but he was still semi hard and had cum dripping. The
other two kids were quite a bit smaller and looked sweet, but I only had
eyes for George. I went over to him and hugged him.

He grabbed me tenderly and laid me down onto the cool refreshing floor. The
other two found some water from somewhere and poured it on our sweaty
bodies.

I knew I couldn't stay. I didn't know who paid for me, but they were about
to get ripped off.

"Thank you so much George. But I love you and I would have let you do that
to me, so I hope you didn't waste your money. Besides, you can't understand
a word I'm saying. I gotta get back. Before anything changes. Before
someone finds my trinket and before I can't get back. I'm sure I would love
you if you were in my time. Good Bye." I said. I enunciated Good Bye for no
reason whatsoever.

I got up and before their eyes I took my time travel device, twirled and
said, "I wish I were back in my own time in my own body in my own life."

I blacked out.