Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 18:18:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: startlingnews12 (at) yahoo (dot) ca
Subject: Captured Spy

My first knowledge of a boy being done came from another boy, John.  I
was friendly with him in school, and one day he told me he'd been 'done'
by an older boy.  He was a bit reticent on the details, but he clearly
meant that the boy had got him undressed.  And things from there.  I was
extremely interested because I'd been playing secret games with another
older boy for several years.  I'd intuited they were leading somewhere,
and this little insight from John, although it gave me no detail
whatsoever, guided me towards being receptive.  Which I was inclined to
be anyway, but ...

What happened was that me and a boy who lived a little way from our
house, Brian, he was perhaps two years older than me in age but was much
more developed than me, anyway we used to play these games that had very
strong sexual overtones.  He lived in a very big old house, and there was
a big garage with an upstairs flat.  It was separate from the main house,
you couldn't even see the main house.  No-one had lived or stayed in the
flat for years I think, but it still had furniture in it, a bed, a couch
and chairs and so forth, even clothes, all old and dirty.

    So Brian would take me up to this flat and we'd play these games.
His father was never around and his mother took no interest in where we
were so we were never disturbed.

In the beginning Brian was a doctor and I was his patient.  This
particular doctor usually found it necessary to have the patient take
their pants and underpants down and have their anus examined.  The doctor
game morphed into the spy game.  I was a spy who was captured - grabbed
from behind, hand over mouth, over-powered.  Then I was questioned and
threatened - 'where are the plans!?'.  I think lots of boys play these
kind of games.

    I was a cute boy and I had already been propositioned by older boys
and the occasional man.  I would see them staring at me on the beach too,
or even taking photos of me (in those days a boy wore practically nothing
on the beach).  From listening to other boys talking to one another I
picked up that these were 'homos'.  Homos, it seemed, liked to get a boy
in the nude and 'do' him.

    I had very little idea what 'do him' meant (though there were some
clues on the walls of public bathrooms, which I used to examine closely),
but when I was propositioned I would masturbate that night about being
made to take my clothes off in front of an older boy or a man.  That bit
had a very strong appeal for me.

    I hugely enjoyed the spy game.  The first time, Brian pinned me down
on the old bed and sat on me while he questioned me.  He told me I was a
young English spy who had been captured by the Russians, and the Russian
Commandant was going to interrogate me to find out the plans.  When I
squirmed and tried to wriggle out from under him he got an old tie, a
neck-tie - there were someone's clothes abandoned in the lonely old flat
- and tied my wrists together and tied them to one of the rails at the
head of the bed.  Now when he sat on me I was helpless and he leered down
at me as he straddled my hips, and deliberately let his full weight bear
down on me.

Now he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it up above my head, and he took my
nipples between his thumb and finger and began to pinch and squeeze me
there, saying in a gruff, threatening whisper "Where are the plans!?".  I
shook my head desperately and looked away and squeezed my eyes shut and
groaned.  The sensation on my nipples was excruciatingly pleasurable,
just short of pain.  And Brian the Commandant was sitting right on my
hips and my stiff little penis was pressed against him almost too hard to
bear.

He kept this up for several minutes and I just lay there, almost in
ecstasy.  Then he leaned forward, all the way down, so his mouth was
almost on my face.  I could feel the hard object that I knew was his
penis, fully erect, against me.  He was always stiff when we had played
Doctor too, we both were, but now he openly rubbed his erection on me,
through his pants.  He was gasping right in my face, sort of swearing at
me as he humped my groin.  The pressure of his penis against mine was
almost painful and although I was immensely enjoying it, I was glad when
he suddenly stopped.

He must have come.  He stopped for a minute, not moving.  Then he
whispered in my ear "Alright, I'm going to give you the night to think
about it, and tomorrow I'm going to question you again, and this time
^Å"  He was unable to come up with the right threat, but we both
understood we were going to pick up where we left of.

That night I actually went to bed early, partly because I wanted tomorrow
to come sooner and partly because I needed so desperately to masturbate,
my head swimming with thoughts of being tied up and submitting to the
Commandant.  The whole idea of being captured and taken off somewhere and
being tied up, being made to do things, being helpless, had always been a
fantasy of mine, and my head simmered with visions of what might happen
to me tomorrow.


So after school the next day I went straight to Brian's place.  I went
straight to the garage / flat, as I always did - he'd always made it
clear he didn't want me at the house, or even to be seen with me - and he
let me in.  We went upstairs to the big room and even just being there
alone with him, no-one else, no fear of interruption, gave me a tingle.

Brian immediately assumed the Commandant identity and said to me
"Alright, I'm going to question you some more, and you'd better be more
helpful! or else you're going to get it!"  Of course we both knew I
wasn't going to be any more helpful about the plans - there were no
plans.  So I was going to get it.

"Take your shirt off and lie on the bed" he ordered me.  He straddled me
on the bed like before, and I held my hands up for him to tie me up.
Then he leaned forward on me to anchor my wrists to the head of the bed,
and I could feel he was already stiff.  So was I.

Once he was satisfied I was helpless, he began to do my nipples again,
whispering to me "Alright, now, you slimy little worm, let's get down to
business", or something like that, straddling me again with all his
weight.  I writhed under his assault, gasping and pleading, though in
fact I was enjoying it, and he leered at me.  He didn't even bother to
ask about the plans any more, just enjoyed his lordship over me.

After a minute he said "Still don't give in?"

I shook my head and he muttered "Alright!" and slid himself further down
my prone body so he was crouched over my legs.  I couldn't see his hands,
but I could feel him undoing my shorts, and in a moment he was pulling
both my shorts and my underpants down, all the way down to my knees.  He
knelt up and got off the bed and pulled my pants down further.  I opened
my legs to stop him but he just used his strength to get them off one
ankle, and then the other, and as I twisted he pinched my bum with his
spare hand.

Then he groped me, thoroughly, handling my penis and running his hands
over me.  This wasn't new territory - the Doctor had often found it
necessary to examine the young patient like this - but he was much
rougher, more assertive, bordering on the point where I wouldn't have
gone along with it.  But of course, I was tied up.

Then he stopped and ordered me to turn over.  The Doctor, I knew, had
always been very interested in my bum, and it seemed that the Commandant
was too.  Once I'd managed to squirm myself onto being face down, there
was a pause, and then I could hear him opening something, something
wrapped in paper.  In a moment I smelt - butter.

The Doctor used to probe the patient's anus with various things during
examinations - his fingers, a candle, the handle of an old hair brush -
and he knew he needed a lubricant.  The Commandant knew this too
apparently, and today's lubricant was butter.  I felt a slippery finger
slide in my crack and then probe my anus, going right in and all the way
up, not rough but not gentle either, making me gasp.  I squirmed under
his hand.  I loved having my anus investigated, especially now I was face
down.

Now he got back on the bed and got on me again, but now he spread my legs
wide, and now I could feel he had taken his own pants off too - I could
feel his solid penis, not very big, but firm, settle in between my
cheeks, along my crack.  The fact that my captor had his pants off was
extremely exciting, and even more so when he lay forward, letting his
full weight come down on my nude body, feeling his big bare tummy on my
back, realising that he was nude too.

He positioned himself for a moment, grunting with effort (Brian was
already somewhat overweight) and then I felt something bigger probing
into me, in my crack, and my anus opening up to accept it.  It felt too
big and I tried to squirm away but my anus was too slippery and anyway he
had me pinned down and spread, and he just kept up the probing pressure
and after a moment I groaned really loud as I felt my anus opening up
wide for his knob.  I was panting and gasping, but also electrified.  His
full weight slowly descended on me once again as his whole penis slid
slowly up my tight little anus, and I remember feeling his rather big
belly settle slowly over my bum.

"Give in?" he rasped right in my ear.

"No!" I croaked, hardly able to talk.  And he started humping me.

When I went home I found there was sperm in my anus, and I had to go out
to the garden shed with a candle and masturbate.  And the next day I was
interrogated again, in the same way.  After a few more sessions like
that, one day he bound me hand and foot in the nude, on the bed, with my
hands tied behind my back, and knelt beside my head and rubbed his
rubbery slimy penis over my face and then made me open my mouth.

This went on for a little while - I went there almost every day after
school, seems incredible when I look back - doing the same things.  But
then one afternoon, when I was lying on the bed in the nude, bound hand
and foot and ready to be done as usual, panting and stiff - the door
opened downstairs in the garage, and a moment later a man appeared at the
door of our upstairs room.  For just an instant I thought he'd walked in
on us, but then I saw that Brian had invited him.

I knew the man, not very well, but I knew him, and he knew me.  Brian
quickly pulled on his clothes and left, leaving us alone.  I have to
admit, although this was perhaps my most exciting fantasy, a big tingle
of fear ran through me.

The man stood over me and looked me over, practically licking his lips,
grinning, not a friendly grin.  He was wearing a suit, and after I calmed
down for a second I could see from his crotch that he was 'pleased to see
me', as Mae West put it, and that eased my anxiety a little.

He sat beside me on the bed, heavy and solid, and ran a hand over my bare
bum, taking his time.  He touched a finger against my slimy anus, and
said "Oh, dear me, what have you been up to?!"  He projected the idea
that he was amused by my situation - bound hand and foot, nude - but even
though I could see why he might be amused, I could see by the way he
looked at me that this wasn't amusement.  I'd been looked at like this
before.

Although I was frightened, I was tingling with excitement too, it was
stirring beyond words to be nude and helpless for this figure, to be
casually felt up like this.  My penis had softened at the initial fright
but now I was stiff as a candle again, and I felt his hand brush against
me and I knew he was checking that I was stiff (at that time I was stiff
for as much as half my waking hours).  He began questioning me about what
I'd done with Brian, patiently, thoroughly, like a lawyer, in fact he was
a lawyer at one time come to think of it, touching me and feeling me up
gently as he spoke, and making me answer him truthfully and
comprehensively.  After he'd examined me about having Brian's penis in my
mouth, he asked whether I had enjoyed it.  "I can see you're enjoying our
conversation now" he added, touching against my stiff penis again so I'd
know what he meant.  And I said, yes, I had enjoyed it, taking Brian's
penis in my mouth.

So now he moved in for the close.  "You know, I would enjoy that too -
letting me do in your mouth, like Brian."
"I didn't know what to say.
"Would you do that for me - what do you call it?"
I didn't have a name for it.  "Do you with my mouth?"
"Yes, do me with your mouth.  Would you do that?"
"Yes"

He untied me - I hadn't realised how badly I needed to be untied, I was
aching from being tied like that for so long.  And he helped me off the
bed, and pulled me round so I was standing between his legs, facing him
as he continued to sit on the bed.  I was nervous again, but still
excited to be nude for a man like this.  And I was achingly stiff, and
even more so as he ran his hands over me, gentle, but bossy too.

"Does Brian make you kiss him?"
"Yes" I said.  There was a pause and I understood .. I leaned forward and
touched his mouth with my lips.
He undid his pants and shrugged out of them as I sucked his tongue, like
Brian had taught me.  Then he put an arm around my body and scooped me in
against him so his big solid penis was sliding around on my belly while I
kissed him.  After a minute he broke off and said, almost panting - I was
surprised, he'd seemed so cool - he said "Why don't you show me what you
do for Brian" and he pressured me a little on my head, guiding me down
over his chest, over his belly, and then, bam! as Emeril says, there it
was, a really big penis right in my face.

Mr. B paused a moment and put a dusty old pillow on the floor, and made
me kneel on it.  Then he pulled me back into him.

I'd never actually done a blow job like this before - Brian always had me
tied up.  But I certainly knew the basics, and I bowed down over his
penis, which was wagging around between us, and captured it with a hand
and fed it in my mouth.

I was astounded at how wide I had to open my mouth to accommodate it, but
at the same time a powerful thrill ran right through me as I accepted the
big spunky head into my mouth, kneeling there in the nude.

I did Mr. B many more times, but he was the only man I ever did.  Well,
except his friend, now I think of it, who visited from Germany, I did him
too.  But I did several other older boys, all within the space of two or
three years.  Among them all, with their different likes and dislikes,
mainly likes actually, I honestly say I became truly expert in performing
fellatio.  What a waste - a few years later I discovered girls and left
all that behind.  Well, almost all of it.  Still look back on it with
great pleasure though.

I just have this one story.  Would love to hear what you think.

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