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How

to Tame an

Orange

2

 

 

A story by Danny

 

 

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Part 2

 

He pulled off my dick when I pulled the car into the garage but with one hand on the back of his head, I managed to push him back down. He got the message and went right back to work.

When the garage door closed I grabbed him by the back of the head and lifted him off my cock. His lips seemed fuller, probably from being stretched over my shaft for so long.

"Get dressed, gather up those napkins and get your ass inside my house."

"Ok." He said.

Still clutching a hand full of hair, I gave his head a shake, "Ok what?"

"Ok Sir?" he asked, unsure that is what I had wanted him to say.

He knew he'd got it right when I released him and started to stuff my cock back into my pants, which wasn't easy.

Back inside the house, I had him toss the used napkins in the trash while I got us both a glass of water.

"Drink up!" I said, and he drank it all.

I was impressed that he could down that much water that quickly. "Wow, you must have been thirsty! Want more?"

"Yes please." He said, and with one raised eyebrow from me, he knew to add, "Sir."

"Good boy!" I commended as I refilled his glass.

I watched his throat and naked chest as he again drank his second glass, a bit slower this time.

"Better?"

He nodded his head in the affirmative as he gasped for air.

"Now, we have one more bit of business to take care of today." I stated.

He looked up at me puzzled.

"You emailed my pictures to yourself, didn't you?"

He shook his head.

"Don't lie to me!" I snapped.

"No sir! I mean yes sir! I mean I didn't email them. I just sent them to the cloud." He paused then added, "Sir."

I'd heard of people using `clouds', but to be honest, I wasn't sure what it meant, however, I tried to fake my way through it.

"Can you access the cloud from my computer and delete everything you sent to it?" I asked.

He nodded with eyes eager to prove to me that he could.

I pointed to my home office and said, "I want to watch you do it!"

It took him no time at all to perform the task and when he was done, he stood up from my office chair and said, "There! All gone!" he said, then again paused before remembering to say sir, which he did with a bit of energy.

"I MEAN SIR!"

Again, I had to stifle a smile of approval.

I didn't react right away but stood there staring down at him while I pondered my next move. Seth must have thought I didn't believe that he'd deleted everything because he started babbling with desperation.

"I swear! I deleted it all! There is nothing else! Please believe me! I'm sorry I took it all and I'm sorry I got into your computer! Please Sir!"

He'd become teary eyed again.

I reached out a hand and he flinched again, just like he'd done in the car. Ignoring this, I took hold of his naked shoulder and led him out of my office. I closed the door behind me and turned him toward it.

"This is my office. At no time are you ever to enter it again without my permission. Is that understood?"

He nodded his head that he understood.

"When I ask you a question I expect you to answer me properly." I barked which made his body jolt with surprise.

"Yes sir!" he said.

"Yes sir what?" I asked.

He thought for a moment then answered with his own question, "Not to go in your office and to answer when you ask me something sir?"

With a squeeze of his shoulder I again said to him, "Good boy."

I then directed him through the house, up the steps and into the upstairs hallway where I opened the door to the attic and pushed him ahead of me. I could see and feel him trembling as I closed the door behind me and directed him up the attic stairs.

There was plenty of light in the attic coming in through the windows in either gable, but I still reached up and pulled the cord to the overhead light.

As I released the boy, I ordered him to strip.

"Take those shorts off."

He obeyed yet didn't once take his eyes off mine.

He stood there with his hands covering his genitals.

"From now on, when you are naked, you are not allowed to cover yourself."

He nodded then remembered my earlier command and said, "Yes sir." And moved his hands away, giving me a clear view of his beautiful, nude body.

After staring at him for a while, I said, "Stay right there. I need to find something."

I then opened up a large cardboard box and started rummaging through it.

He watched me with curiosity, all the while his body trembled with the thought of what I had in store for him next.

I stopped rummaging long enough to look over and admire his beautiful nude body.

He smiled at me, and once again, I saw that look in his eye like he was starting to get that flicker of devilishness back. However it was short lived. When he saw what I pulled from the box, that flame in his eye was squelched with fresh tears.

In my hand, I held a leather whip.

His eyes were the size of dinner plates and his body went from trembling to a near seizure.

"Oh relax would you!" I chuckled and tossed the whip back into the box.

His fear faded a bit.

I then paused and looked back his way as I said menacingly, "However, do keep in mind that should you ever cross me again, I might just have to use it on you!" I then added, "Nooo, you're a smart kid! You'd never be so dumb as to go up against me again... or would you?"

Seth continued to shake with fear.

"No, I think maybe I need to reassure myself that you are going to stay in line and do everything you are told, and not just by me, but your teachers and your parents."

He looked completely scared and stunned at the same time. Like a dear caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

The box wasn't originally mine. I'd bought it at a garage sale a few weeks prior. It was the end of the sale and the lady said, "Give me three dollars and you can have the whole box!"

I'd only wanted it for the whip, however it contained much more than that. I pulled from the box something I was sure Seth would not like... or so I thought.

It was a girl's ballet recital costume with sequins and a bright pink tutu.

I held it out in front of him and watched his reaction. However, I had expected him to recoil in horror, but instead, his eyes lit up with excitement.

"You like this huh?" I asked with surprise.

I fully expected him to begin drooling as he nodded his head with exaggerated movement to indicate he did indeed like it.

I noted his nonverbal answer, but decided to let it slide as I was quite curious about his reaction to seeing the pink outfit.

I knelt before him and said, "Well then, I think we should see if it fits."

He surprised me again when he eagerly stepped forward with a smile spreading across his face. However, his eyes remained wide and glassy with unshed tears.

It was a tight fit, but I managed to stuff the boy into the outfit. Tight was good because when the tutu was lifted, nothing whatsoever was left to the imagination. His 11 year old, rock hard penis was perfectly distinguishable beneath the pink, sparkling fabric.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

He was smiling wider than I had ever seen him as he said, "Really good!"

"Would you like to go downstairs and look at yourself in the full length mirror?" I asked.

His excitement was so great that without response he ran from the attic without any hesitation whatsoever. I followed behind him slightly concerned that the boy wasn't running to the mirror but out of the house. I needn't have worried, for I found him standing before the mirror grinning from ear-to-ear. He kept lifting up the front of the tutu to get a look at his very erect penis which was outlined beautifully beneath the pink shinning cloth. Then he'd turn and lift the back to examine his pink fabric covered ass.

"I take it you like it then?"

He nodded his head up and down, but then responded, "Yes sir!"

I reached out a hand and said, "Come with me."

He gave himself one last good look in the mirror before taking my hand. I lead him back upstairs, however this time, not to the attic, but to the guest room. I had him go in first and I followed; closing and subtly locking the door behind me.

He stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face me.

"Can you spin like ballerinas do?" I asked.

He smiled and shrugged at the same time as he tried. I was surprised how well he actually did.

"What else can you do?" I asked.

I don't know what it is called, but he did some sort of move where he stuck his heals together and squatted while holding his arms in a circle over his head.

"Very good!" I said as I walked over to the small dresser and opened the top drawer. I first took out a ball cap and placed it on my head; I then pulled out a small video camera which had a desktop tripod mounted to it.

After setting it on to dresser I turned it on and said, "Show me those moves again."

"No!" Seth whined at seeing the camera.

Using a much more stern voice I commanded, "Dance for me ballerina girl!"

Seth's joyful smile had vanished as he reluctantly did that squatting move again, but not nearly as well.

"Oh come on, you did it so much better before. Try again!" I coached in that same commanding voice but at the same time I rubbed the front of my pants teasingly.

Seth's eyes widened and a small smirk appeared on his face as he complied.

"Keep going! Imagine you are a ballerina fairy. Dance and fly like a little fairy."

After a moment, he started to get into it and was dancing and acting like a fairy, fluttering around on tiptoes and waving his arms like he was flying.

When he stopped and bowed, I applauded. He was breathing hard and looking at me with that same devilish gleam in his eyes.

"Alright, I think you need to get out of those and into your shorts. It's time for you to go home." I said.

His brow furrowed and he looked quite displeased.

"Tomorrow's another day! You can wear it again then if you wish." I said as I caught him glancing at the bulge in my pants.

"What?" I teased.

He exhaled hard through his nose like a dragon breathing fire and then started for the door, but I stopped him. I lifted him in the air as I exclaimed, "NOT SO FAST LITTLE FAIRY!"

I then dropped him face first on the bed and sat upon his legs to keep him from getting away!

"Get off! You are crushing my legs!"

"Sir!" I reminded.

"No! Get off!" he cried.

I lifted his tutu and gave his ass a firm smack. The thin material offered no protection at all.

"OOUCH!" he cried and started to squirm harder.

I gave his ass three more very hard smacks and said, "Settle down! I'm going to fuck you again, just so you know who's in charge here."

He looked over his shoulder and said, "NO!" but his eyes and face were clearly in favor of the idea. It was obvious he wanted to play hard to get, but his body was betraying him.

I reached up and pulled the leotard from his shoulders and down his torso, exposing his back to me. I stopped before revealing his ass and ran my fingers down his back, which made him squirm and giggle.

"NO! STOP! I HATE BEING TICKLED!" he screeched.

"Oh really?" I sneered and dug my fingertips into his sides.

The boy flailed about wildly and screeched for mercy. Of course I wasn't offering mercy and didn't give it either. I tickled Seth with murderous delight and soon he wasn't yelling anymore because he couldn't. I tickled his sides, ribs, and pits with devilish glee. As I was tickling him, I was remembering the beating he'd given me when he'd taped me to my own floor.

"Maybe," I thought to myself, "it's time for a bit of revenge?"

With that thought I went on the attack. He begged and pleaded for me to stop then finally screamed, "I'M GONNA PEE!"

"If you pee, you'll get your tutu wet!" I reminded him.

"PLEASE STOP!" he cried and I mean cried.

He had tears flowing, but I didn't relent. Instead I pulled the tutu off and began to tickle his ass and legs while still sitting on them. He was punching the bed and flopping around like a fish out of water, and then I turned and began to tickle his feet. Oh boy did that boy go crazy. He even nearly unseated me.

"NO! NO! NO!" he screamed as I tickled his little feet and toes, "PLEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEE!!"

When I finally stopped, he went limp, face down on the bed gasping and panting for breath. He didn't even move as I stood up and finished pulling his tutu off his legs. That's when I saw that the comforter on the bed was quite wet. Seth had indeed peed. Having to wash the comforter was a small price to pay for the joy I got out of tickling the boy so desperately.

Something in me wondered if I could make him do it again. I reached down and flipped him over exposing his wet, nude front to me. His eyes were closed and his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and tears. His face was glowing red from a combination of the tickle torture, crying, anger and shame of having peed.

I undressed and then straddled his legs, pinning them under me again while still giving me access to his hairless dick and balls. I waited for him to exhale, and then once more, sank my fingers into his sides.

His eyes burst open and he let go a small cry with what little air had remained in his lungs as he began to claw at my hands. I stopped the assault and took hold of both of his wrists in just one hand to keep control of him. I then went back to tickling him with my one free hand.

"PLEEEEEEEASSSSSE SSSSSTOOOOPPPPPPP!" He cried and fought against my grip, but I was too strong for him.

"NOOOOO MOOOORRRRRE! PLEEEEEEEASSSSSE!"

Sure enough he started to pee uncontrollably again. A stream of yellow shot from his cock and soaked his chest and even hit him in the face. While he peed, I continued my tickle attack until he'd been drained dry.

When I finally stopped he cussed at me.

"FUCKER!"

I wasn't going to stand for that at all.

"Really?" I questioned, however it was my tone which told Seth he'd screwed up.

I rose up on my knees and managed to flip the boy back over so that his ass was up again.

"That will be the last cuss word that ever comes out of your mouth!" I said threateningly as I sat back on his legs.

I got off the bed and slid Seth down. He started to get up too, but then I pinned him down and straddled his face. He fought hard, but I managed to get control of his arms.

"Lick my ass!" I ordered.

"GET OFF! AAH SICK!" He cried.

I gave his balls a flick, which any guy will tell you, hurts just as much as getting kicked or punched in the balls.

I could feel Seth's mouth open in the `O' shape from the pain and I pushed my ass down over his mouth.

"Lick it!" I commanded.

"I can't breathe!"

"If you can talk you can breathe now get licking!" I ordered.

He still resisted, so I flicked his other ball and I heard him moan in pain. But then I felt it. His hot, wet tongue made contact with the hairs of my ass.

I gave him yet another flick and added, "Lick it good!"

He moaned in pain again, and this time, I felt his tongue make contact with my poop-chute.

A muffled, "There I did it!" came from below me.

I gave both his balls a flick and said, "Did I tell you to stop? And not another word will come out of your mouth unless you are spoken too. Not a cuss word or any other word!"

He wasn't licking at all, so I grabbed hold of his small sack and squeezed hard.

He cried in pain.

"Get licking!" I barked and squeezed even harder.

His body was trembling again as I felt his tongue make contact once more.

"Make sure you lick inside too!"

"I'm going to puke!" he cried.

"If you puke, you will have to lick that off my ass too!" I said and gave his balls a twist.

I noticed that, despite what was happening to him, his little dick was as hard as could be.

"You're very tiny baby dick is giving you away! I can tell you are enjoying eating my ass!" I was really trying to lay it on thick, making him feel self-conscious about his size.

I gave him another twist, and he began to shutter as his dick began to twitch and his toes curled. Seth was having a dry orgasm right there before my very eyes. But he didn't stop licking, actually he doubled his efforts which was driving me to near orgasm as well.

The fact that he had a dry orgasm was a bit perplexing. When I had fucked him in the kitchen, I was sure I had seen a big wad of boy jizz running down the back of the island cabinet. Maybe that had been mine and not his? At any rate, the idea that maybe Seth wasn't about to shoot yet actually turned me on... god I am twisted!

When I released my grip on his balls he let out a long groan, which caused his tongue and my ass to reverberate. That pushed me over the edge and my ass clamped down on his tongue as my balls tightened and my dick juice began to shot out all over the boys' legs, stomach and dick.

As my orgasm subsided, I fell over onto the bed and gasped for air. I didn't realize until that second that I'd been holding my breath through it all. Seth lay there panting and gasping too, but I saw that his little dick was still just as hard as could be.

The boy had done so good I decided that I'd reward him. I rolled up onto my side, and before he even knew what was happening, I sucked his little cock and balls into my mouth.

He made this sound like a strangled coyote and within seconds he was arching his back. He'd also reached down and had two fist of my hair as he came for the second time. I must say that his cock was the youngest and smallest cock I have ever had in my mouth, but I have also never felt a cock twitch so powerfully before. It seemed like forever before Seth finally dropped his backside back onto the wet bed and released his death grip on my head.

I let his cock come free of my mouth and turned myself around so that I could kiss him again. We kissed for a long time before I realized that we needed to get him cleaned up so that he could get home.

I started to chuckle.

"What's so funny... sir?" he asked, remembering at the last second to add the sir to the end. It would be the last time he'd ever forget too.

"Well, I was just thinking, I cannot let you go home smelling like an outhouse. Image what your parents might say."

For some reason, Seth found this oddly funny as he began to laugh hysterically. When he calmed down he asked, "Can I ask something without you saying I can?"

"WHAT?" I exclaimed with a laugh.

He laughed more, "Well you said I cannot talk unless someone says for me to talk."

I chuckled, "What would you like to ask me?"

He scrunched up his wet face and asked, "Were you really mad?"

"Really mad about what?" I asked him.

"When I said that word." He answered.

"Oh, yes! Yes, I was really mad and if I ever hear you use that word or any other swear word again, I'll punish you in ways you could never imagine!"

I then reached out with a single finger and ran it over his ribs which made him laugh and wiggle away from my finger.

His eyes begged me not to tickle him anymore.

I sat up and said, "Come on! Let's get you cleaned up and headed home."

Seth got up slowly but stopped short of standing. He was sitting on the side of the bed watching as I stood up and started walking naked to the door of the room.

I felt his eyes on me and turned, "Well come on!" but then I saw the question on his face, "What?"

"Did you really do a video or were you just pretending sir?" he asked.

I snapped my fingers and exclaimed, "Oh yeah! I nearly forgot. Thank you for reminding me!"

I swooped up the camera from the dresser and said, "I most certainly did! And I filmed you peeing on yourself and eating my ass! I might sell it to the people I work for. I'm sure lots of people would love seeing the little ballerina fairy."

I wish I had kept the camera going so I could have captured the look on his face just then. It was priceless!

"B-b-b-but you are in it too sir!"

I wiggled the bill of the cap and said, "That's why I wore this. I made sure my face was blocked the whole time."

Seth screwed up his face with worry.

"Don't fret." I petted the camera like it was a little furry creature, "If you are good and do as you are told, no one will ever see this."

His brow narrowed with anger and concern.

"That's enough of that." I warned, "Now come on and let's get cleaned up."

He looked at the ballerina outfit lying crumpled on the floor.

"Don't worry, I'll wash it and have it ready for you to wear again tomorrow." I said and waved my hand for him to come with me.

He walked up to me and I placed a hand around his shoulder as I said, "If you are good, you don't ever have to worry about this video or being punished. It's that simply! Just be the best you can be."

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand then began to moan, "PEE IN MY EYE!"

I laughed and lead him out of the guest room and into the bathroom.

"IT BURNS SIR!" he cried.

"Stop rubbing your eyes!" I said as I turned on the shower and helped him in the tub, "Let the water run over your face. I'll be right back."

I went and hid the camera, then returned to the bathroom. Seth was standing in the tub, but as far from the water as could be. He had his arms wrapped around himself and was shivering.

"What's wrong?"

"COLD SIR!" he said with chattering teeth.

I stuck my hand under the falling water, it was ice cold. After checking the controls I realized that there was no hot water at all.

"Ah well that's just great!" I complained and for a moment I entertained the idea of going down to the basement to check on the water heater, but then realized that even if I got it working, it would be hours before the water would be warm again.

"Nothing to be done, but to wash up as fast as we can." I said and stepped into the tub.

I quickly got myself wet and then grabbed Seth, pulling him under the icy water as well. He squealed and tried to get me to let him go which I did once I was sure he was good and wet. I then shut off the water and picked up the soap.

"THAT'S BRISK!" I exclaimed as I looked down at Seth, shivering.

That's when I saw his dick and balls which had shriveled up so much that he now did look like he had a baby dick.

He looked down and saw it, "Yours is small too sir!" he pointed and we both started to laugh.

I soaped up his body and then squirted shampoo into his hair. Lather that up real good while I washed myself.

Once we were both good and soapy, I turned the water back on and we rinsed off really fast.

"COLD! COLD! COLD!" Seth cried as I held him under the water.

When I finally turned off the water Seth leapt from the tub and wrapped himself in a towel. He stood there with teeth chattering as his entire body shivered.

"I know something we could do to warm up again." I smiled teasingly.

Seth's eyes grew wide again.

"We can go work on the plumbing." I joked.

He gave me a mean look.

I laughed and said, "Get dried off and then put on your... wait, where are your shorts?"

He pointed up, "The attic sir."

"Oh yeah, well dry off then you can go up and get them."

He obeyed and quickly toweled himself off before streaking down the hall and up into the attic. I stood naked at the bottom of the attic staircase and waited for him to return, which he did in quick order, holding his shorts.

He stopped a few steps from the bottom, sat down and pulled his shorts up his legs before standing back up and pulling them into place.

I stood staring at him for a while and soon, Seth appeared confused, so I spoke and told him, "Remember, keep my secrets and I will keep yours. This house can be a safe, fun place for you if you want."

He smiled that wicked smile of his which made me worry that I hadn't done a proper enough job of breaking him. But then he slowly descended the last three steps and stood before me, all the while not breaking eye contact. He lifted a hand and wiggled a single finger, beckoning me to lean down. I obliged him, thinking he was going to whisper something to me, but then he surprised me when he kissed me softly on the lips. I straightened up and eyed him questioningly.

"Good enough." I said, "See you tomorrow then! If you are good, I might have a bit of a surprise for you when you get here."

His eyes opened wide with excitement. I stepped to one side and he scampered past me and back down stairs. I followed him and watched that he went out the back door. Once he was out, I locked the door and then went to go get dressed so that I could then figure out what the heck was wrong with the new water heater.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

 

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