Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 03:08:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Dominated By Eric  Part One

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Disclaimer: This three part story has mild S/M and definitely impolite
domination and abuse.  It is a fantasy, not a reality, and should be
enjoyed as such.


It was the beginning of summer.  I had just finished sixth grade and
elementary school. I was going to go to junior high in the fall.  And
... it was a Monday and I didn't have to go to school!

My mom had gone to work and I gotten up and had some milk and cereal.  I
could do anything I wanted.  I decided to get dressed and go exploring in
the woods.  I wore a polo shirt and my scout shorts.  These were my
favorite for adventure as they had extra pockets for rocks and all the
other stuff you could collect in the woods.  There were loops for a
flashlight and a clip for a compass or knife.  I carried my house keys on
this clip as I didn't have a compass and my mom wouldn't let me have a
knife.

I ran down the stairs of my apartment building and, once outside, headed
out the back of our development and down the dirt path into the woods.  It
was a perfect cool June morning with a little bit of moisture in the air
from last night's rain.  The path that went through the woods meandered
alongside a creek that eventually led to a large pond.  All of this was
within a mile or two of my suburban apartment complex.

I visited the rope swing that hung on the side of a steep hill and then
played near the creek some, making a dam with rocks and sticks.  After a
couple of hours of aimless adventure I decided to head for "the rock."
This was a large lump of granite and quartz, four feet tall and about as
long as a bus, that lay exposed deep in the woods off of a short trail.  It
made a great place for battles and setting off firecrackers; all the risky
stuff of boyhood.

I sort of loafed on the cool stone for a while and then decided to dig in
the dirt-filled crevices of the rock with a twig.  I was so engrossed in
this task that I didn't hear someone approaching the far side of "the rock"
until they turned the corner.

"Well, well, look who's here."

I looked up and my stomach sank.  It was Eric.

Eric was a seventh grader, well, now he was going to be an eighth grader
that lived in the apartments that were immediately next to my apartment
development.  Nobody liked Eric because he was mean.  Most kids in the
neighborhood knew to steer clear of Eric.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" Eric asked with a slight hint of
menace.

"Uh ... nothing."

"It doesn't look like you're doing nothing."

"I ... I ... I was just getting ready to leave," I offered as a hasty lie
to get out of there.

I got up and slid down to the ground.  I knew I couldn't run away, I wasn't
fast enough to outrun the taller boy, but I was hoping to try to leave
without Eric bothering me.  It didn't work.

"Hey, not so fast," the thirteen-year-old unctuously objected.

Eric closed in.  I was trapped.  "The rock" was behind me and the bigger
boy blocked the way out.  Eric stood in front of me.

I became acutely aware of Eric's appearance.  He had a dingy t-shirt, worn
jeans and dirty and disintegrating black Chucks; Eric was from a poorer
background in every sense of the word.  In that moment I painfully
realized, being "sensitive," that we try to avoid seeing others too
clearly.  Eric had longish and greasy brown hair that framed what could
best be described as a sullen visage.  He had the stereotypical teenage
delinquent face; a few pimples here and there and darkening fuzz on his
upper lip.  Eric's eyes, far from being menacing, were a sad gray.

I lowered my eyes and turned trying to leave.

"I've got to go."

"I'm thinking you don't like me," Eric said with a surprising degree of
irony given Eric's generally blunt demeanor, "You're not scared are you?"

"N-no, I have to go somewhere ... with ... with my mom," I stuttered my
improvised excuse.

"I don't think so," Eric declared, stepping right in front of my attempted
escape.

"Yeah, I have to ..."

"Shut up, you lying faggot!" Eric cut me off angrily, grabbing my shirt in
his fist.

I was shocked and scared; shocked that he called me a faggot and scared
that he would beat me up for lying to him.  Eric leaned down inches from my
face.

"You think I am some sort of sixth grade baby that you can bullshit?"

"N-n-no!"

"That's right."

Eric pushed me in anger.  He used a very bad word.  I was so scared I was
almost in tears.

"You've got to be taught a lesson you little pussy.  Pull your pants down,"
Eric ordered.

"Wh-what?"

I didn't believe what I heard.  What did this mean?  I didn't think Eric
would spank me.  There was something else.  I didn't understand what.
Spanking was the only thing I could think of, but that didn't make sense.

"You heard me.  I said take your pants down."

I undid the snap of my explorer shorts and nervously tugged them down my
smooth thighs.  I had grown and the pants were tight.  I could feel the
sharp edge of my house keys on the snap ring touching my naked leg.

"Your underwear, too."

My lower lip quivered as I complied.  I felt ashamed to have my pants down
and my penis and bottom exposed.

Eric stepped up very close to me.  I was scared.  He took the head of my
little two-inch circumcised penis in the thumb and first two fingers of his
right hand.  He pinched it.  It hurt.

"Oww!"

"Does that hurt?"

He pinched harder. My knees bent from the pain, but I knew not to try to
escape his grasp or Eric might beat me up.

"Innhh!" I whined.

"You pussy," Eric snarled insultingly, "You don't even know what your dick
is for, do you?"

I didn't answer for fear of making Eric mad.  I just whimpered.

"Nnnhh."

"Your ass is mine next year, pussy," Eric threatened, "You're going to do
everything I say.  Got it?"

"Y-y-yes."

Eric released my glans.  It still hurt a lot.

"As a matter of fact, we're going to start right now, just so you know
who's in charge," Eric announced, "You are going to stand here with your
pants down for five minutes and if you pull them up before then, I'll know.
I'll find you and you'll get a beating, understand?"

"Yes," I replied meekly.

"Good."

Eric turned and started walking back toward the path.

"Later, pussy," were his departing words of contempt.

I stood there behind the rock.  I could feel the cool air of the woods on
my bottom, it was naked and exposed.  I looked down at my penis and saw it
was red from Eric's pinch.  For some reason it was somewhat stiff and
sticking out a little.  It still hurt, but it felt kind of funny.

I waited and worried that someone would come along and see me with my pants
down; kids played near "the rock" all the time.  I thought about pulling
them up after a minute, but I was worried that Eric might be watching.
After about three minutes I took the risk and pulled up my underwear and
scout shorts.  I hid behind "the rock" where no one from the trail could
see for a few minutes, just in case.  I then cautiously made my way back to
the path and headed towards home.  My penis felt painful for a while after
that.


End of Part One


Coming in Part Two:

I looked up.  The crotch of Eric's dirty jeans was a foot in front of my
face.  He reached for his belt.

"I'm going to let you see a real cock."


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