Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2007 23:25:24 EDT
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 21

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Games With Stefan

by eddyriha

Chapter #21-Weekend at My House (Part 12)

I knew it was Stefan's turn to have some fun with our new slave, but as I
thought about it, I realized that, if Stefan repeated what I'd just done
(which was my first idea), Lance would have an opportunity to mock my boy.
After all, Stefan was thirteen and didn't cum yet, though he had some of
the most rapturous dry orgasms I probably have ever seen.  But the quality
of orgasm wouldn't matter to Lance; if Stefan didn't shoot all over his
face or into his mouth, as I had just done, then he'd never hear the end of
it.

And I'd not allow anyone else to have any leverage over my slave.  He was
my love, and if anyone would mock him it would be me, and then only in
private, when we were playing our games.

The answer was simple: Stefan would fuck Lance up the ass.  So after Stefan
had finished transferring my cum into Lance's mouth and the new slave had
swallowed it, I released his legs from the ropes which bound his ankles to
the foot of the bed.  He tried to stand up, but I pushed him down and said,
"Don't you fuckin' move, slave.  We're not done with you yet."

He sat back down, and the plastic sheet covering the mattress crinkled
under him.  I untied Lance's wrists and, with Stefan's help, I pulled his
arms over his head, forcing him to lie back against the bed.  I tied each
wrist with rope and looping the other end to one of the legs at the head of
the bed, forcing Lance's arms apart and stretching them way above his head.

Stefan reached down and tickled the nearly hairless pits.  "Little boy
can't grow much hair," he teased.

Lance was twelve, only a year younger than Stefan, but he'd already noticed
that my slave had no hair under his arms, either.  "What are you talking
about?" he demanded.  "You got no hair in your arms or on your cock."

"Yes," Stefan said.  "But I have no hair because my master wants it that
way.  What's your excuse?"  And with that, he disappeared from the room.

I didn't pay that much attention, as I was in the process of removing the
remnants of Lance's jock and pulling his legs up over his torso and tying
the ankles down using the loose ends of the same roped that bound his
wrists.  His firm, tight bubble butt was now stretched and lifted, with the
pink virgin hole pointing straight up.

I ran my fingers across the boy's ass, enjoying the sensation of the soft
skin under my fingers.  And knowing that, until this evening, no other man
or boy had ever enjoyed this ass.

I almost regretted my intention to give Lance's ass to Stefan first, but I
knew I wasn't ready quite yet to fuck him.  The number of times I'd cum
over the weekend had taken more out of my five-inch fifteen-year-old cock
than I wanted to admit to myself.  Those people who say teenagers can cum
and cum and cum without stopping either don't remember what it was like to
be a teenager or they as teenagers probably never had sex without the help
of their right hand.

Stefan returned at that moment with my electric shave in his hand.  He
plugged in the cord and turned on the shaver, then crawled onto the bed
beside the bound slave.

"You want to make fun of me?" Stefan asked.  "Let me show you what it means
to obey your master."  Then he shaved off the few hairs sprouting from
Lance's exposed armpits and the small tuft of hair that grew above his
cock.

"No, please!" Lance begged when he saw that Stefan intended to shave his
pubic hair.  He looked up at me, hoping I'd intercede.  But I shook my
head.

"That hair has to go," I said.  "If you'd not made fun of Stefan, then I'd
have allowed you to keep that tiny amount of hair.  But you need to learn
that a slave should not make fun of anything his master chooses to do.  Or
any way in which his master treats his other slaves."

So in a couple of quick swipes, Stefan shaved off Lance's pubic hair.  As
he clicked off the shaver, he said to the bound boy, "Now you are just like
me."

"Not quite," I said.  "He still has a virgin ass."  I slapped one cheek as
I said that, and Lance winced.

"You're gonna fuck me?" he asked, almost pleading.

"Nah," I said.  "Maybe later.  Right now, I'm gonna make you ready, and
then Stefan's gonna pop your virgin cherry."

"Shit, no!" he begged.  "If anyone's gonna fuck me, I'd rather it be you."

"I didn't say I won't.  But Stefan's gonna break you in first."

It was amusing to watch Lance struggle with that reality.  He didn't seem
to mind the fact that, in a few moments, a cock would be forcing its way
into his asshole.  In fact, he seemed to like that idea.  It was just that
it was Stefan whose three-incher would be plowing itself into his ass that
bothered Lance.  Well, as far as he was concerned, he'd have to deal with
it.  I was already hardening at the thought of seeing my boy fucking the
new slave who was bound, on my bed, with his ass upturned for the fucking.

I handed Stefan the bottle of baby oil and stepped back to watch his
handiwork.  He knelt behind Lance's ass and squeezed some of the oil onto
his fingers.  Stefan was kneeling in a way that Lance could see every move
he made, and I could see the fear and humiliation in the bound boy's eyes,
as well as a certain amount of desire.  Stefan rubbed his oily fingers
around the boy's hole, causing him to whimper and squirm a little.

"What's your problem?" he demanded, as he gave the nearest asscheek a
hearty SLAP!  "If you struggle when I'm just lubing up your ass, you're in
for it, 'cause I'm gonna fuck you slow and make it last forever."

Lance squirmed even more at that.  But Stefan kept rubbing the oil in
around Lance's hole, before he plunged a forefinger suddenly past the boy's
sphincter.  I knew then what he'd been doing, getting the ass to relax
enough so he could slip the finger past the defenses before they knew what
was inside them.  Of course, Lance immediately clenched down on the
intruder, but Stefan kept turning the finger around and around, slipping it
deeper as he did, until he found the boy's prostate.  I could tell he'd
found it when Lance's dick gave an involuntary twitch.

"You like that, you fuck?" Stefan purred.  "You like to have your ass
probed, don't you?  You live to be fucked, don't you?  Tell me, you fuck,
tell me that you want your ass fucked."

Lance had no choice, not that he put up much of a resistance.  And it was
clear that his resistance or hesitation was instinctive: the macho side of
him didn't want anyone to know that, yes, he wanted to be fucked by the
thirteen-year-old whose finger was buried deep in his ass.

"Yes, yes," he said at last, the begging clear in his voice.  "Please fuck
me, please fuck me now."

"I couldn't quite hear you," Stefan said as he extracted his finger, added
some more lube, and then thrust the forefinger and the middle finger into
the boy's hole.

"PLEASE FUCK ME!"  Lance gasped out as the two fingers found their mark,
and his cock jumped and twitched.  "PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME!"

Stefan turned to me with a smile.  "Looks like this pussy boy wants a cock
inside him, doesn't it?"

"Sure," I replied.  "If that's what he wants, then he's gonna get his wish,
big time."  My cock was already swelling with desire for that submissive
ass, but I knew I'd have to wait my turn.  Not that the waiting was a
problem.  After all, the boy with the best ass in the world was about to
mount and fuck the new slave, and that seemed like the hottest thing I
could imagine.  I still don't know how I didn't blow my load just from the
thought of it. . . .

Stefan had slipped up behind Lance, his cock already slick with the baby
oil.  "You ready, you fuck?" he asked.  "Well, ready or not, here I come!"
And he plunged his dick into the boy's slippery hole.

Immediately, Lance gasped and winced.  It is one thing to have a finger or
two in your ass; it's quite another to have a cock, even a small one like
Stefan's, in there.  Especially the first time.  And Stefan didn't wait to
allow the boy to adjust to the feeling.  He began pulling back and
thrusting in, using rapid strokes, grasping the boy's bound and bent legs
to steady himself as he forced himself into the boy's rectum again and
again and again.  I watched Stefan's ass as he flexed with each thrust, the
dimples on the sides of his butt deepening with each thrust.  It didn't
take him long to reach the frenzy of orgasm.  Stefan had built up such a
rush of energy that, when he finally came, he let out a yell, and I thought
for a moment that he would rip the boy underneath him in two, such was the
energy of his final thrusts.

But, no, Lance was still in one piece when Stefan collapsed over him, his
whole body shaking with sweat and with ecstasy.  It took him a moment to
recover and slip, breathless but (for the moment) satisfied, off Lance.

"You're forgetting something," I said to Stefan.

"What's that?" he asked.

"You should always kiss your slave after you've finished fucking him.  You
need to let him know what a good slave he's been."

"Oh, right."  Stefan sounded as if he'd rather kiss a skunk's ass.  He
leaned over Lance, who was bathed in sweat and breathing in loud gasps.
Stefan planted his lips on the other boy's, and I said, "Use tongues."  So
Stefan forced his tongue into Lance's waiting mouth and for a minute or two
they two boys wrestled their tongues together.  Then, as Stefan broke the
kiss, he bit Lance's lip hard.

"What's that for?" the bound boy demanded.

"That's for being such an asshole to me all the time," Stefan replied.
"Just remember after this: if you ever mess with me again, I'll loudly
proclaim to the whole world that you give up your ass to anyone who wants a
quick, easy fuck."

"I do not-" Lance began, but I interrupted.  "Now it's my turn," I said.

As I replaced Stefan at the end of the bed, I looked at Lance's upturned
ass, which was red and sore, especially around the hole, from Stefan's
energetic fucking.  I rubbed a forefinger around the edge of the hole, and
Lance winced a little, though not as much as he had when Stefan had first
done it.

All the same, I didn't feel like fucking Lance the same way Stefan had.  I
knew the new slave would need a moment to recover, even though (since Lance
had been such an asshole to everyone else in the neighborhood) I wasn't
particularly inclined to be lenient.  But when one has the power over a
fuck slave, one must show a certain degree of leniency and mercy, to be
fair.

So I released Lance from his position on the bed, though Stefan and I each
held an arm to make sure he didn't try to run away.  But he didn't seem
interested in running, maybe because his ass was sore and he probably
figured that the worst was over.  But he hadn't yet felt my cock inside
him, and I was nearly double the length and width of Stefan in that
department.

I took him down the hall, looking for a place I hadn't yet fucked Stefan, a
place that would always be in my mind as the place where I'd first fucked
Lance.  (Who knew, maybe there would be many other opportunities!)  Then I
saw it: the railing at the top of the stairs.  The stairs went down to the
first floor in two half-flights, with a railing over the top of the exposed
place to the left of the upper half-flight.  The railing was about waist
high, perfect for what I wanted.

"Bend over," I said to Lance, giving him a slight push toward the railing.

"Don't throw me down the stairs," he begged.  "I'll do anything you want-"

"Of course, you will," I replied.  "But, no, I don't want to push you down
the stairs.  Just lean over the railing right here."

Carefully, slowly, he bent over the railing.  "Hold on here, " I pointed to
a particular bar, "and here," I pointed to another.  Stepping back, I saw
that, in that position, Lance's ass was perfectly exposed, while at the
same time, his body would be supported by the railing.

I took one of the ropes used to bind him earlier, and I began looping the
rope around his wrist and the metal bar, securing his arm so that it
couldn't move or slip from its current position.

"The railing is pushing against my stomach," Lance said.  "It hurts."

"Awww, poor baby," Stefan began to say, but I gave him a dirty look.

"Go get Lance one of the pillows," I said, pointing toward my room.  In a
moment, Stefan had returned with one, and I wedged it underneath the boy,
between his belly and the railing.  "Better?" I asked.

Lance nodded, though it was clear he was still a bit uncomfortable.  Not
that his comfort was a particular issue, but I did want to be fair.  So I
had Stefan grab the boy's sweatpants, which I stuffed on top of the pillow.

Then I secured Lance's other wrist and arm to the railing.  And I took the
loose ends of each rope and tied the boy's ankles to the other side of the
railing, the side toward the hallway, making sure to spread the boy's legs
as far apart as possible, so his ass would be open as much as I desired.

I stepped back to admire my work.  Lance was now spread and bound to the
metal railing, his head and torso balanced over the open space above the
lower stairs, while his ass and his legs were on the nearer side, ready for
my attention.

I ran my fingers over the ass, still red and showing the marks of Stefan's
frenzied fuck.  He had used plenty of lube, so I didn't need to add any
more.  My cock was now fully aroused, so without any further prelude, I
grabbed the boy by the hips and plunged into his open hole.

Lanced cried out at that sudden, swift invasion of his ass.  "Shut up!" I
commanded, but he kept making noise.  Before I could say anything else,
Stefan had returned from the bedroom with Lance's tanktop, which he stuffed
into the boy's open mouth.

"Good slave," I said, patting Stefan's head.  "You read my mind."

Then I said to Lance, "Quit your bellyaching.  It's not so bad.  You've
been fucked by a boy's cock, now it's time for you to experience what a
real man feels like."

He mumbled something that sounded like "It fucking hurts" into his gag.

"Of course, it's gonna hurt," I said.  "It always hurts the first time your
tiny boy's ass gets plowed by a real man's cock."  Of course, I was being
full of myself at the time, being that I was only three years older than
the boy whose ass I'd just penetrated.  But my cock was full size, unlike
those of my two slaves.

Once Lance had settled down somewhat, I began sliding my thick cock back
and forth, putting my weight forward with each thrust in and pulling myself
back each time my cock slid back.  I worked slowly, deliberately, enjoying
the tightness of this nearly virgin ass around my cock.  Lance may have
been an asshole to everyone in the neighborhood, but what an asshole he
was!  I gradually speeded up my thrusts, as I did not worrying how much
weight I was placing on the boy.  Finally, I ended up leaning heavily on
the boy, pressing down onto his back with my upper body, while my cock
thrust repeatedly into his ass.  Lance was grunting into the shirt in his
mouth, and then whining a little.  When I came, I fired wad after wad of
cum deep into the boy's ass, forcing it in further than I imagined
possible.  Now covered with sweat and smelling Lance's sweaty skin against
my face, I was truly exhausted.  What a day it had been!  And it wasn't
over yet. . . .