Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 06:37:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Dominated By Eric Part Three

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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.


Part Three

The day after Eric made me kiss his privates was wet and rainy so I used it
as an excuse to stay inside. I didn't really have to; I often played
outside in the rain. I was kind of nervous about running into Eric, I was
still afraid of him. But, on the other hand, part of me wanted to see
Eric's penis again and repeat some of the other stuff we did at the "the
rock." I knew what we did was "bad." I felt guilty. What would happen if
anyone found out? I felt myself blush with shame. What if we were caught by
other kids? I pondered these questions at home in my room.

When I thought of what Eric made me do, I rubbed my penis, at first
absent-mindedly through my pants, but later that evening, in my bath, I did
it naked.  The next day I boldly took it out when I was alone.  I only
rubbed up and down like Eric did for a short time; it felt good and it was
"naughty" to do this, but I didn't continue for any length of time.

For the next two days I sort of half looked for Eric as I played only
around my neighborhood.  What if I saw him again?  Should I run away?  I
was conflicted.  As more time passed, I realized that I found myself
seeking the contact I feared.  I went into the woods and hung around "the
rock." I even went to the 7-Eleven a couple of times when I thought Eric
might be there; I was nervous, yet excited at the same time.

Finally it happened. It was shortly after noon and I had been playing the
woods for a few hours. It was one of those hot July days and I had walked
down the path, in the opposite direction that I used to get back to my
development, to get a drink of water at the water fountain of a small
public park. I turned around and was heading home through the woods when I
recognized Eric coming down the path towards me. I caught my breath and
slowed my pace. Now that the moment of meeting Eric again had arrived I was
uncertain. I could feel my heart race when Eric recognized it was me coming
up the path. I could see him give a slight smile. There was no escaping so
I kept walking. We both slowed as we approached each other on the path.

"Well, Timmy, nice to see you again," Eric said in an insincere and overly
friendly manner, "I've been wondering where you've been. There's a few
things I wanted to go over with you."

I didn't say anything. I lowered my head and glanced away from the older
boy.

"Whatta you say we go to "the rock" and discuss them?"

Eric didn't give me time to answer. He put his arm around my shoulder and
gave me a slight shove in the direction along the path towards "the rock."

"C'mon."

I walked a step or two ahead of Eric until we reached the turnoff to the
small dirt path that led to "the rock." I stopped. Eric came up very close
to me and intimated, "I'll bet you've been dreaming of sucking my cock,
haven't you?"

I lowered my head in shame and embarrassment. Eric gave a small laugh.

"C'mon, buddy," Eric asserted with false familiarity.

I knew I had no choice. We went down the path and circled "the rock." Eric
went ahead and took the place where he had been when we were last
here. Eric pointed at the ground in front of him. I hesitated momentarily
before obediently coming over. I knelt down before the older boy and looked
up.

"That's good," complimented the pleased teen, "You're learning."

Eric unbuckled his belt and undid the top snap of his Levi's.

"I'm gonna let you unzip."

I could see in his expression that Eric was delighted to make me do his
bidding.

"Go ahead. You want it."

Mortified, I reached up with both hands to unzip the older boy's fly. I
could feel Eric's penis bulging against the zipper. The tip of my tongue
pushed from my lips, both in concentration the task at hand and,
unconsciously, wanting to taste Eric. As I pulled the zipper down, the
cotton of Eric's worn jockeys pushed forward between the parting flaps of
denim. I could see, outlined in the fabric, the teenager's firm
erection. My excitement began to build, not only from the sight before me,
but also with the recognition of the faint scent wafting towards me from
the fourteen-year-olds crotch.

Eric didn't wait. He quickly lowered his underwear, releasing his fully
erect member which sprung up before my eyes. My mouth opened in a silent
"oh" of expectation. Eric lightly grabbed the curls of my hair.

"That's what you want, isn't it?"

I looked up.

"Isn't it?"

I swallowed. My mouth was dry.

"Y-y-yeah," I squeaked.

"Go ahead, faggot. Suck my cock."

Eric eased me towards his privates, pulling me forward, fingers intertwined
in my locks. I looked for a moment before closing my eyes. My face pressed
against the older boy's stiff rod, my lips touched Eric's hanging sack. I
breathed in sweaty scent of ripe youth. I let out an inadvertent gasp of
satisfaction.

"Uhhhh."

"Yeah, that's it. You know what you want, you fag!"

Eric asserted himself loudly in his heightening eagerness. He pushed me
forcefully against his crotch. He ground his pubescent boyhood against my
smooth cheeks. I swooned. I could feel a flush of heat from the most
intimate center of my perspiration-wet bottom, tightly packed in my tight
shorts, radiating upwards towards my stiffened penis.

Then, Eric pulled me away.

"You're going suck that cock now," Eric ordered, his voice ragged with
lust.

I had never consciously thought about sucking Eric's penis. I was too
innocent. I knew I liked pressing my lips to Eric's privates, but that was
all I knew. Somehow, deep down, I must've known, however and I realized it
at this moment.

I leaned forward, on my own this time, and began kissing the teenager's
shaft. I wanted to kiss it.

"Ohh ... Yeah!" Eric exulted.

Eric allowed me to continue for a bit, but then pulled me back away from
his turgid rod. I looked up to the older boy.

"Open your mouth."

I did. Eric took his erection in hand and bent it downward. I could see the
moist purple point poking from the reddened, half retracted hood. I knew
Eric was going to put it in my mouth, I had no choice. What would it be
like? Would it be dirty and taste like pee? Or would it taste like it
smelled? Eric pulled my head forward and put the head of his penis into my
open mouth.

"Uhhh," Eric moaned spontaneously in pleasure, then, recovering his
composure he ordered, "Wrap your lips around it."

I did what I was told. I could feel the spongy head pressed between my
tongue and the roof of my mouth, its skin slippery. There was a gamy, salty
taste.

"Suck it, Timmy."

I tentatively moved my head ever so slightly, tonguing Eric's knob. It
moved smoothly. I closed my eyes. I tasted more of Eric. It was like a
dream.

All of a sudden, Eric yanked my head off of his protruding phallus. He
pulled so hard that I lost my balance and fell back. Eric was frantically
stuffing his erection back into his underwear.

"Get up," Eric hissed between his teeth.

Eric was zipping and buckling his jeans as quickly as he could. What was
happening?

Then I heard something.  Voices! They were coming down the path towards
"the rock."

"Get up!" Eric said emphatically.

I got to my feet just about the time I heard the other kids come around the
far end of "the rock." Eric had finished tucking himself away and turned
around, wiping his wet, sweaty bangs from his face.

Behind me I heard an "oh" of surprise. I turned to see three slightly
younger boys that had stopped dead in their tracks.

"We – we didn't know anybody else was here," one of the boys said
nervously.

"Y-yeah, we didn't know," the other two added in support.

They obviously knew who Eric was.

"That's okay. We were just leaving, weren't we Timmy?"

"Yeah ... ," I agreed docilely.

"C'mon, Timmy," Eric said walking towards the other group, "Let's let these
guys have their fun."

I went with Eric. I could see the other boys look at me and Eric. I
realized as they looked at both of us that they could probably see the
banana shaped curve in the front of Eric's jeans. My penis poked out the
front of my shorts painfully. I was conscious of every step I took before
them. I also realized that I hadn't had time to wipe the dirt from my
knees. I could still taste Eric in my mouth.

"See ya, guys," Eric said coolly.

"Yeah, see ya," voiced the three boys in relief as we left.

I followed Eric as we made our way up to the main path. When we got there I
wiped the dirt off my knees.

"Come on, Timmy. We're going to go down by the culvert."

The culvert was one of several concrete structures that prevented erosion
and allowed the stream to flow in between our suburban neighborhoods. It
wasn't too far away.  I went along with Eric silently, just in front of
him. I tried to reach down and free up my stiff penis without Eric
noticing, but I was having a hard time doing so as it was caught
uncomfortably in the folds of the close fitting khaki fabric. I looked
nervously behind me and saw Eric smirking. Several other times, when I
glanced back, I thought I saw a strange look on the older boy's face as I
walked before him.

After cutting down through the woods, we arrived at the stream where it
flowed through what we kids called "the culvert," a wide concrete pouring
with sloping sides and several angular low walls alongside the shallow
water. There was enough vegetation on the banks of the stream and on top of
this flood control structure that it afforded a certain degree of privacy,
although not absolute.

"We'll go over there," the older boy pointed to a walled corner near the
water's edge.

We both slid down the shallow sloping concrete, reaching the sandy silt
that had been deposited on the edges of the concrete bed. When I reached
the secluded corner I turned to face my companion.

Eric gave me a look and then, moving toward me, reached down, and began
unbuckling his belt. I backed up a step, very near the five foot wall of
concrete that rose behind me. I automatically went down on my knees.

"Take it out, Timmy," Eric said in a low, hypnotic tone.

I reached up and unbuttoned Eric's jeans, then, as before, I unzipped the
older boy's fly. The bulging, damp cotton encasing Eric's now half deflated
member transfixed me. I reached up for the elastic waist and, with Eric's
assistance, pulled downward. Again; the damp matted curls were revealed,
the veiny shaft swung free, the fragrant ruddy pouch hung down. I gazed
with awe upon the exposed adolescent maleness. I reached for Eric's rising
member; it throbbed hot in my fingers. I leaned toward it, inhaling the
musky odor, intoxicated with pure desire. I opened my mouth, ready to take
the older boy's hooded rod into my mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah ...," Eric interrupted, scolding in mocking tones.

I looked up, stupefied.

"I've got something else in mind for you today," Eric informed me with a
malicious smile.

"Wh-wha ...?" I mumbled uncomprehendingly.

Eric took a step back, his engorging phallus slipped from my grasp.

"Stand up, Timmy," Eric commanded.

I stumbled to my feet. I looked first to Eric's boner, prominently rising
from the parted denim; what had been so close was now afar. Then, not
understanding why he stopped me, I looked questioningly at Eric.

"Take down your pants," he calmly said.

I bit my lip, half from fear, not knowing what was to come and half from
embarrassment – my penis was standing hard in my pants. I knew Eric
knew. My lips trembled. I felt like I might cry.

I reached down, fingers shaking, and fumbled clumsily trying to loosen my
shorts.

"Come on, hurry up," snapped the older boy impatiently.

My breathing became hurried in my anxiety. I didn't want Eric to become
angry, I didn't want him to push me or hit me. I unzipped my tight shorts
with difficulty. I tugged them down as quickly as I could, but they bunched
up mid thigh, wet with perspiration, in my haste.

"Underwear, too ..."

Ashamed, I lifted the elastic and lowered my jockeys. My boyish three inch
erection stood stiff, exposed before Eric.

"I knew you were a born fag."

I was completely humiliated by Eric's condemning judgment. There was no
denying the evidence.  My penis was hard and I was with another boy. I must
be "a fag."

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall."

I did what I was told, grateful to hide my shame and not have to face Eric.

"Bend over."

I didn't really bend over; I just sort of stuck my bottom out.

Eric came up close beside me, lifted the tail of my polo shirt and ran his
rough hand over my smooth bottom, first one cheek, then the other.

"Oh, yeah," Eric quietly exclaimed with horny delight, "you've got a nice
ass."

Even though I was still trembling with fear, it did feel nice having my
bottom rubbed. Then, to my surprise, Eric ran his hand in between my butt
cheeks!  My cleft was wet with summer sweat and his hand slid downward
quickly.  When his finger touched my virgin rosebud, I gasped.

"Ohhhh..."

I couldn't help wiggling my bottom from the stimulation.

"You like that don't you?"

"N-n-no-n-nhh ..."

I wanted to deny it, but I could barely stop myself from groaning with
pleasure.  My body was somehow out of control.

Eric rubbed up and down a few times on my tightened ring and I reflexively
pushed back seeking to increase the pleasure that radiated from this
unspeakably naughty part of my body.  My penis throbbed to its full three
inch stiffness.

"You lying fag. You know you like it," accused my rough companion, "Well
I'm going to give you something you're going to like even more.  I'm going
to hump your ass."

Eric stood very close behind me. I could hear him moving; Eric was dropping
his jeans and underwear. Then he took a step nearer. I felt something
touching my bottom. Was it ...?

Suddenly, I felt the older boy's hands on my chest, pulling me upright off
the wall. I gave a little gasp.

"Oh!"

Eric reached under my shirt and began rubbing my chest just like he rubbed
my bottom. Then, without warning, Eric pinched my nipples.

"Oww! That hurts," I whined.

Eric just laughed and pinched harder causing me to squirm in pain.

My bottom rubbed back and forth against the older boy's erection. Acting on
instinct, Eric grabbed me tightly with one arm around my chest, pressing
his boner in between the sweaty cheeks of my bottom.  He gave a loud grunt
of lust.

"Uhhnn!"

He began pushing against me, sliding his erection up and down, intimately
violating my naïve innocence with his impassioned thrusts. The rough
pubes above Eric's cock rubbed my cleft when he pushed upward.  I felt the
bristly hair on his tightened balls tickle the underside of my bottom and
the very top of my thighs.

"Tilt your ass higher," my seducer commanded.

I did so, hitting the right angle on instinct.

"That's it."

I felt Eric's muscles work against my flesh as he used me. Then, I noticed
Eric's freehand sliding down my boyish tummy. He reached lower and,
grasping about for a second or two, took firm hold of my turgid erection!

"Ahhh!"

I let out a loud moan and reflexively tried to jerk away, but Eric held me
firmly in place not letting me escape his embrace. He began rapidly jerking
my penis. I gave out high-pitched whines as I writhed, eyes closed in
ecstasy.

"Innhh!  Innnhh!"

"Yeah, that's it! Work that ass on my cock."

I couldn't help but do that. I felt like I felt when I rubbed myself in
front of my mirror. I went weak. I thought I might pass out.

Eric couldn't control his fourteen-year-old lust.  Even though we were in
the woods, he spoke so loudly I was afraid of someone hearing and of our
being caught, me up against the concrete and Eric humping me like a dog.

"You fucking fag! I bet you love feeling my cock on your ass," Eric
breathed in my ear.

I could feel his rigid shaft sliding in between my sweaty, wet
buttocks. Eric's pubic hair was rough on my tender bottom.

"Ohh ... Eric!" I exclaimed, barely conscious.

"Yeah ... you want it ... you ... you fucking faggot ..."

It wasn't only the insistence of Eric's maleness dominating me; I could
hear the desire in Eric's broken, breathy declarations. I felt my body
responding.  I sympathetically knew what he was feeling. I began to push
myself back to somehow feel more of Eric's hard cock. My bottom was
throbbing and my rigid penis and taut testicles felt as if they were on
fire.

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ...," I gasped over and over in a delirium.

Eric responded with repeated, semi-articulate moans and began grinding
himself harder against my chubby bottom.

"Ohh! ... Uhhh ...Uhhh!"

Eric was getting close. The pitch of his groans rose.

"Yeahh ... Oh ... Ohh!"

Eric grasped my chest, squeezing me tightly to him. He pushed forcefully,
emphasizing each thrust with longer and louder exhalations.

"Unhh ... Unhhh ... Uhhhh ..."

Then, with one firm thrust that nearly knocked me into the concrete wall,
Eric froze.

"Innggghh!"

I could feel a gush of warm liquid on my lower back as Eric loosed his
spunk. Eric gave several hard, spasmodic thrusts with his hips, grunting in
my ear.

"Innggh! ... Innggh! ..."

"You ... fucking fag!" the older boy intimately cursed as he ran his hands
over my sweaty torso.

"Unnhh ... Unnhh ... Unhh ... Uhh ...," Eric breathed into my ear at longer
and longer intervals, coming down from his orgasm.

After Eric caught his breath, he released me from our sweaty embrace and
stepped back. I could feel Eric's ejaculation oozing down my moist,
violated cleft.

"You've got quite a load running down your ass," Eric exclaimed with
condescending self-satisfaction, "Just like a fag should."

He laughed. I flushed with shame.

"Turn around."

I did what I was told, my eyes downcast in humiliation. My penis still
stood out hard, its circumcised glans swollen pink with excitement.

"You really are a fag," was the disgusted condemnation from the older boy.

I looked up, my lips beginning to blubber as I tried to keep from crying. I
saw Eric standing there, his penis still distended, his sloppy,
half-retracted hood revealing the dripping purple head. Eric wiped his
come-smeared abdomen and flung the runny liquid off his fingertips. He
then, with the very same hand, grabbed his deflating member and pulled
upward, squeezing the semen from his organ. Eric shook his hand downward
again as he stepped towards me.

My knees were shaking. I looked into Eric's eyes as he approached, a slight
grin on his lips. What was going to happen now? Eric didn't say a word as
he stepped immediately before me. Eric paused a moment – I was paralyzed
with fear. Then the fourteen-year-old bent down and slid my cotton briefs
up my legs and, pulling the elastic waistband wide, placed them carefully
over my come-covered bottom; I could feel the sticky wetness.

Still smiling and still silent, Eric pulled the front of my briefs up and
over my boyish erection. He swiped his befouled hand back and forth across
the front of my jockey shorts, tented taut by my boner, wiping whatever
semen still remained onto the white cotton fabric.  I felt a tingling every
time his hand pushed my stiffness side to side in my undies.

Eric stepped away and, before my desiderate eyes, loaded his now dangling
scrotum and floppy member into his underwear. Eric smirked knowing I was
watching. Eric tucked in his T-shirt and belted his dirty jeans.

Then, just as summarily as he had before, Eric parted with a quick, "Later,
pussy."

Eric turned and I watched him climb up out of the culvert and go off down
the path. I reached down to yank up my scouting shorts; I noticed that
there were dark spots where some of Eric's stuff had dripped down. I knew I
would have to clean them when I got home so my mom wouldn't see.  For now I
covered them with the tail of my polo shirt.

I waited as long as I dared, not wanting to catch Eric on the path, but
fearful of being found out for doing naughty things with another boy, I
hurried to get out of the culvert, feeling the slipperiness of Eric's semen
slide between my plump cheeks as I climbed from the ditch.  I did my best
to get home without running into any of my friends as I could smell the
strong odor of Eric's semen in the summer heat.

As I made my way home I tried not to think of what happened, but the sight
of Eric's engorged penis, the scent of his crotch as I knelt before him,
the taste on my tongue as his skin slid back, the feel of Eric's sweaty,
muscular embrace as he thrust his hardness against my bottom, the sound of
his intimate groans as he discharged, kept intruding into my thoughts.  I
stayed hard all the way home.

As soon as I got in the door I ran to the bathroom to clean up before my
mom got home. As I undressed I saw that Eric's semen stains were all over
my underwear. I washed them with me in the tub and later hid them in the
back of my bedroom closet to dry.  I wanted to play with myself in the tub,
but I had to hurry; if my mom caught me taking a bath in the middle of the
afternoon I knew it would be hard to explain.  I did touch myself a little,
though.  I even touched "back there."

After finishing bathing and drying off and getting dressed and cleaning my
scout shorts with some water and hiding my underwear in my closet, I
finally could sit down in my room to think.  Every time I was with Eric he
frightened me and humiliated me, but each time the wondrous sensations made
me yearn for more. I knew I wasn't supposed to do "bad" and nasty things,
but why did it make me feel so excited?  And why did it make my penis get
hard?  Why did Eric rubbing and touching my bottom make me want him to do
it more?  I massaged myself through my pants as I sat there asking these
questions.  I didn't want to be a ... a "fag," but ... I knew I wanted to
do these things with Eric again.

This might've gone on all summer and beyond except word somehow got around
that Eric was taking advantage of boys in the woods. I think the neighbor
kids had told their parents who then told Eric's parents. I got a talking
to from my mom and had a talk to a counselor a few times. Of course, some
of the kids around the neighborhood started calling me a "fag."  This
followed me throughout junior high school and into high school.

I heard that Eric received quite a beating from his father warning him
about being "a God-damned ass-fucking faggot." He got sent off to one of
his uncles out-of-state for the rest of the summer and then to some sort of
"special school" for troublemakers for half of eighth-grade. His family
moved midway through the school year and I never saw Eric again. I sure
thought a lot about him, though.

I used to reenact what Eric made me do, first in my bedroom, and then later
in the woods.  At home in my room I would get down on my knees and smell my
own underwear and pretend it was Eric's crotch, rubbing it on my face and
kissing the pouch.  I would masturbate myself in my pants.  Later, I would
simulate Eric's erection rubbing in between the cheeks of my bottom by
taking one of my mom's candles and sliding it up and down my cleft while I
leaned against the wall.  Of course, this led to my penetrating my anus and
using candles and other long objects as a substitute for Eric's cock.  I
often thought of Eric taking me down by the culvert. It wasn't until I got
to high school that an older boy used me again.


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