Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 15:26:57 -0400 From: MICHAEL SOROS Subject: My Problem Part 6 Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. None of these people ever existed. The town will be found on no map. If you are not supposed to be reading this sort of material then go away now. Otherwise enjoy. To anyone who would just happen to walk into the sports shop at that precise moment he would have been fairly surprised at the sight in front of him. Bending over a wire basket of 'special offers' was the best special offer in the town - two beautiful pink pear-shaped cheeks of a young teenager's arse nicely supported by a pair of tight little briefs just below the cheeks where they met two spread footballer's thighs. A pair of good cream making balls the size of a large man's hand was clearly on display with half of an obviously exceptionally long boy's cock swaying from side to side dripping clear liquid. Leaning over the boy, with his hand on the boy's soft sweet bum was the owner, Michael Durkan, whispering into the boy's ear. And it wasn't sweet nothings either. Mike had met only a few boys like the one he had just lightly spanked in his 25 years or so of sucking teenage boys. He knew they were rare. He recognised a kindred spirit - one who could be trained to acknowledge his darkest desires and enjoy them while Mike enjoyed them too. Apart from stimulating the boy with the briefs he had given him free access to, he knew he would respond to dirty talk, trigger words which would captivate his mind and hold him in Mike's spell. Mike was going to get him to associate this sexual excitement with being verbally sexually assaulted. Before long, the young teenager would be able to orgasm from being spoken to without being touched at all - just another way for Mike to get his twisted pleasure. Nothing gave the man more pleasure than having sporting boys in sexual torment in an agony of pre-orgasmic pleasure and then stopping them from emptying their loads until he decided they could. The more sexually frustrated he could make them, the happier and hornier he became himself. Mike lifted the skinny little teenager up straight and looked down at that exceptional piece of sexual machinery the boy was carrying about. It responded well to the light spanking so there was a lot to explore in that roundy young arse later on. For the moment he would have to move things on or they would get nothing done and Mike had other things to do that day. It wasn't possible to spend all day groping a young lads bum cheeks and playing with his swaying cock as much as he would dearly love to and had done in the past. "Time is moving on my horny little boy, and I haven't even seen you in any of our underwear yet. I'll sit down here, you try on which ones you think would be suitable for playing football or school and I'll make a note of them so I can order them for you. How about that?" said Mike looking directly into those two deep blue eyes. The boy nodded but said nothing. He seemed to be a little dazed or drugged up but of course he had taken nothing so it wasn't anything like that. It had to be the testosterone coursing through his blood stream that was having this effect on him - which was good. It would act like a hypnotic drug on the boy - the more stimulation, the hornier he would become, the more Mike could do with him. "I want you to try on the undies that you find attractive and try some exercises for me. The same exercises you'll be doing on the pitch during training and match practice". Mike was starting to get horny again and crossed his legs to hide it from the boy. He was trying to keep this as functional as possible even though to anyone outside it looked like an obvious sexual seduction. He already knew which sort of little undies the boy liked to wear even though they were completely unsuitable for wearing under a little pair of football shorts - shorts specially chosen by coach and available at a discount from the sports shop! However he could hardly complain as he would be the one benefiting from the erotic show on the pitch during any sessions the team would be having - along with the doctor, coach and a few other men who were involved with the team. It was amazing just how many men gathered on the side lines of the pitch near the little beauty in front of him usually stationed himself every week, rarely getting anyway near the ball or causing any damage to the opposing team's efforts to score. Mike had recently remarked to the doctor how many fathers' of boys on the team had congregated around them on Sunday mornings even though their own sons were somewhere else on the pitch entirely! They always wore jackets covering their crotches too. Before him now stood his little footballer, his off white tee shirt only coming down to his belly button, trying to squeeze into a little tight pair of white cotton undies. He was holding the front of them open with one hand and trying to get all that chubbed up cock of his into the pouch in the front. Mike could tell it wasn't going to happen but was enjoying the show no end. When the boy had on his first little pair of briefs Mike brought out his camera and started to take a few snaps. There was no objection from the boy who seemed to take a shining to the camera and in subtle ways was in fact posing for Mike. He followed his instructions exactly obviously taking some delight in the situation. "Now I'll take these photographs for the doctor's project. He'll send them off with his reports I suppose. Is it not uncomfortable the way the undies are a bit too small for you lad? You can't even get your balls into them fully! And the elastic band is barely covering your cock". The sight was absolutely magnetic for Mike. The long boy's cock was just too big for such little underpants and the boy had it lengthways over to his hip where the side of the undies was straining to hold it in. The skin at the top of the cock's head was sticking out above the elastic, beautifully pink against the white clean cotton. "I feel ok Mr Durkan" replied the boy with a smile from ear to ear. "They have to be tight to keep everything from falling out or hanging down. If it hangs down you see it starts rubbing against my leg and I start getting the motions and then the glue type stuff starts running down my leg too and through my school trousers - so I have to have it up and tucked in you see!" "Well start doing a few exercises for me then so I can see the effect". Click! Click went the camera as Mike started to move round the boy. "Let's start with a few jumps then. Just jump up and down on the spot putting your arms in the air and spreading your legs as well. How about that? Do that 10 times like you do at training". The young teen started to do as he was told. As soon as he put his arms over his head the tee shirt rode up his chest and stopped just below is nipples. Then he started to jump - slowly at first, opening his legs as he landed. Mike's eyes were drawn to the boy's underwear. He could see the large piece of boy meat moving up and down and looked at any minute that it was just going to pop out of the briefs - but it didn't. The elastic band was somehow able to contain it so it just wobbled about in the crotch but never fell out. It was lovely to watch it bouncing up and down, up and down with the balls underneath it moving the undies from side to side. The whole thing looked like it had a life of its own. After 10 of these the boy stopped and looked down at his expanding crotch and gave it big smile. He knew the undies would hold it. He had lots of experience of containing his problem. He also hoped Mr Durkan got plenty of photos for the doctor too. Maybe he could get Mr Durkan to take some extra ones of him naked so the doctor would keep them in his file. Should he ask? " That was very good boy. I see your big problem didn't fall out like I thought it would so that's a good thing isn't it? Looks like that brand of underwear suits you and is going to help you keep your balls and cock under control during the matches. Would you just bend over there for me and touch your toes so I can see how much of your ball sack the underpants are able to keep in? Put your legs apart when you're bending over so I can get a good photo for the doctor's file." Immediately the young lad obeyed the request, parted his lovely smooth legs and bent down to touch his toes. He held onto his ankles and the view from the rear was mind blowing for Mike! The undies were too tight to cover such a beautiful round bottom the boy was pressing out. The elastic in the legs rode half way up the boy's bum cheeks and disappeared into the boys ass. The pouch could clearly be seen between the legs now and that was stretched to capacity with those enormous balls. Mike instinctively put his hand out and felt the two cheeks that were exposed to his lust, running his finger along the elastic down to the ass crack and up the other side. He stood behind the boy and put his hand between his legs and grabbed hold of the full ball sack. He squeezed them slowly, moved his hand back up to the cheeks and back down the elastic to the balls. He did this a few times without any objection from the boy. "A fine pair of balls you have there lad. Fantastic big pair of pumping balls" he whispered. Overcome by the hormones running through his own rock hard penis now, Mike put the camera on the counter and put his two index fingers into each elastic leg of the underpants that were now half covering the boy's fantastic bum cheeks. He moved them down slowly until they passed the boys sweet little rosebud which he was unable to see but was able to touch with the tips of his fingers. On down he went to the perineum grazing that lightly with his very experienced fingers and finally up to run them around the very smooth skin of the lad's ball sack. And boy were those balls big. And hard! Like big hard plums. Mike stretched the material of the little cotton undies when he tried to put one of his big hands in to totally hold those sweet smooth balls. He could hear it ripping. His hand in the crotch as well as those big creamers and a huge lump of man-sized cock was too much and they tore just where they entered the boy's arse. 'Not such a bad place to tear I suppose' thought Mike. He could hear the boy making some uncomfortable sounds so he assumed that bending over this long, no matter how pleasurable was pushing too much blood to his head and he'd have to stand up soon. He removed his hands and pulled the boy up by the shoulders, pulling him close to his chest. Before the boy had time to recover he put his two hands down the front of the little white undies and let the kid's big dick fall out. It was obviously as full as it was going to get judging by the pre-cum that was dripping down onto the floor. The briefs were too small to wipe it from the head, there just wasn't enough cotton material in the crotch, so he just watched as it flowed. What a waste. That should be flowing into his mouth. His tongue was supposed to be channelling that honey into his throat and his lips were supposed to be sucking on that magnificent organ like a man drinking his pint. He'd have to remedy that quickly if he wanted to retain the upper hand over the boy and not appear like a pathetic cocksucker dropping down to his knees and just sucking the whole long piece of beautiful meat into his mouth in one go. And he was just about to give in when the boy spoke. "I think these underpants will be great for football Mr Durkan. They'll keep my cock and balls nicely packed when I'm on the pitch. Do you think I could have a few pairs.....and in different colours as well? Would that be ok?". "Anything you want babes. The sponsorship money is for you to spend as you wish on any of the clothes in here. Whatever is suitable or takes your fancy you just go for it!" said Mike giving the boy a sharp spank on one of his soft ass cheeks. He turned round and smile up at him. "I think I'll need to try on a pair of shorts too, you know, for practice and for matches on Sunday. Where are they kept? I couldn't see any". Mike had agreed with coach that the shorts for the team would be just that bit special. Football shorts followed a fashion then and were short anyway but coach was able to get his hand on a sample pair from a salesman friend of his that was just that bit shorter than the norm - actually they just came down to below the bum cheeks of the players and held everything nice and tight. Except for the skinny little lad in front of him now. He had special ones for him. His bum was a bit wider than normal for 13 year olds so there was no need to squeeze him into anything tighter but shorter would be more interesting. Mike let go of the boy's smooth bottom and walked behind the counter, bending down to pretend he was looking for any old pair of football shorts. The boy was following him with his eyes with his long boy flesh still hanging over the edge of the torn undies, a thin flow of clear liquid still visible. He was happy with his underpants but the shorts would be the icing on the cake. He really hoped they would be just that bit special. And they were. They had been wrapped in an individual plastic bag and looked no different from any shorts the boys on the team would play in. But these came in a pair - one white and one light blue with a yellow stripe down the sides. The boy's eyes went as wide as saucers when he saw the blue ones. He definitely wanted them football or not. "Ok. Let's get these on you so we can try on the school trousers and underwear. The white is for the normal matches and the blue ones you can wear at training or any other time you want to really. They come as a pair". Mike handed him the plastic bag. The boy grabbed it and walked immediately into the middle of the room, looking around the floor at all the undies he had been trying on. He knew which undies he wanted with the team shorts. He picked up a few pairs and put them aside until he found what he was looking for. A lovely pair of think hipster briefs that he had never seen before this morning. A good substantial wide pouch to hold his balls in place with only a thin side so he could strap his cock under it to stop it falling out. He looked brilliant in them but Mike knew they would be totally unsuitable on a pitch. "I know you like those hipster briefs and they suit you but I think the ones you did your exercises in would be more practical. I'll give you 20 pairs of those because you will go through so many with all that pre-cum juice and sweat from playing football. You can keep those ones for yourself. Casual wear. I'll give you 5 pairs. How about that?" The boy was delighted. He knew they were too thin and unsuitable for football. Also he could hardly walk around the changing room in a skimpy pair of briefs like these anyway. He'd be laughed out of the club. No. These were for home wear. These were for special days. They wouldn't even hold one full load of his boy cream they were so thin. He was happy he was getting them though but he would have to keep them hidden from his aunt. What would she think of such tiny pairs of little undies in his underwear drawer? He shuddered to think. He really wanted to run up and hug Mr Durkan and thank him but he didn't know if that was what you were supposed to do so he just said a faint thanks and bent down, the material of the briefs running into this ass again, and picked up the white pair of underpants he was going to wear on the pitch - which he supposed were small enough anyway but with a bit more material in them. He squeezed them on and tucked in his long thick boy cock and stood immediately in front of his sponsor who definitely had a hard on down the side of his jeans. He tore open the plastic bag with the soccer shorts in them and started to pull on the white ones he'd be using on the pitch. They came up with a bit of wriggling and the elastic on the waist would stop them falling down. The good thing about the ones he was using on the pitch was that he could keep pulling them up tight as they slowly slipped down his thin boy hips - it was his little show piece for coach. However, he turned and looked into the mirror. He was nicely surprised though. These were nice. Thin. Almost see through. He could certainly see the outline of his little briefs through the material. But what stood out, apart from the unseemly bulge in front of the shorts, was that they stopped at the crotch and just barely came to the top of his thigh! They showed off his smooth hairless thighs very well. He was pleased! He immediately turned so he could see what his bum would look like in them. They barely came down to the bottom of his ass cheeks - but they did come down so no one could say anything if he was standing still. They were quite loose around the leg opening and he wondered if his cock wouldn't move about too much and fall out. Who cares anyway he thought. These were from the sports shop - standard issue. Everyone would be wearing them - he assumed! "Turn round lad and bend over, grabbing your ankles like you did before. I just have to see that you can move comfortably in them". And the rest. The boy did as he was told and what a view! He was right. These were just perfect for him. Well, perfect for his little Sunday morning fan club. Oh yes! They covered that beautiful little bum perfectly but when he bent over, as he will have to do on the pitch or at training, they will ride up over his cheeks exposing, as they were doing now, the little white undies underneath for about an inch or so. Mike's cock was really rock hard now. This was too much, too erotic. He was about to make a grab for the boys ass when he stood up suddenly, turned round to face Mike and smiled. "Let me try on the blue ones please! They're my favourite colour. I'll try them on with a pair of blue underpants from the pile on the floor here. These will be great for practice!" Mike was amazed at how delighted the boy was. He was the proverbial kid in a candy shop. He was sure he could leave him here all day and the lad wouldn't object one bit. He must be hungry now. Actually that was one thing he intended to do before the day was done. Offer the boy a job - a Saturday job with the option of helping out during the week and holidays. This was Mike's dream assistant. Little Paddy Reilly was draining too quickly and seemed to be getting attention elsewhere. This gorgeous slim boy with his underwear obsession and his river of cum was just too much to let escape without a fight. "Of course boy. Grab what you want. Try them on and I'll order them for you so you can wear them. Time is getting on and I think we'll leave the school uniform until later on in the week if that's ok with you. I'm going up to my office. I want to ask you something. Try on the blue shorts and underwear and then follow me upstairs to the end of the store room." Mike started for the stairs just as the boy started to drop his tight little shorts. He was taking of the undies when Mike was halfway up the stairs and looking back. God that boy looked fantastic in those little blue undies. He'd give him some red ones as well that he had upstairs but he had a few things he wanted to try out on the lad before the session was over. He went straight down to the store room, sat down and waited. He didn't have to wait long. About 5 minutes later, after the kid had a good look at himself in the mirror in his skimpy blue shorts, Mike heard him approaching the store room. "Mr Durkan? Are you here?" said the boy as he turned the corner and looked at the mattress on the floor. But that wasn't what caught his attention. What stopped him in his tracks was the pair of undies hanging on a peg in the wall at the head of the mattress. They didn't look like anything he'd seen before. He wasn't even sure if they were underpants at all. Beside them, on pegs as well were 4 different types of underwear, different colours, different shapes. He was about to go and grab one of them and have a closer inspection when he heard a cough on his left hand side. He turned and saw Mr Durkan there, looking directly at him in his light blue skimpy shorts. "Listen son, time is running out. I'm in a rush. I think we're on the same wavelength here. Just say yes or no. Do you want to work as a stock room assistant on Saturdays, holidays and some evenings? Yes or no?" "Yes" he replied without hesitation. No question about pay or times. Good. "Would you like me to help you with your problem whenever you're here or when it gets too much for you?" "Yes" the boy replied, lowering his hand unconsciously to the front of this little shorts and then moving his eyes back to the briefs hanging on the wall. "Right. Take off your shorts and underwear quickly and put on what has attracted your attention on the pegs on the wall." The boy obeyed immediately, dropped his shorts and briefs in one go, stepped onto the mattress and grabbed the white jockstrap from the middle peg. He had never seen one before and was fascinated by it. He held it up to the light. Put it under his nose and smelled the fresh white cotton. He pulled the thick elastic band on the top and started looking for the back of it. "It's a jock strap son. An athletic support. The boys in the Protestant school outside the town wear them for cricket and rugby. By the look on your face I can see that you have never seen one before!" said Michael, slowly standing up and moving in behind the thin 13 year old boy. He looked down to see a hardening long pink cock looking increasingly uncomfortable on the skinny boy's body. The pre-cum was still flowing freely. Mike put his large hand on the boy's right bum cheek, rubbed it a bit and whispered in his ear: "Here, let me put it on for you". He took it off the boy and knelt in front of him. He was really doing everything he could to stop taking that fantastic piece of boy meat into his mouth and start to vacuum suck it dry for the next hour. But he couldn't. He was sure the boy had never been sucked before and might panic. He just stared at the lovely piece of nature in front of him while lifting the boy's foot and placing one strap of the jock on and then the other. When both feet were through he grabbed the white and yellow band at the top and started to pull them up slowly, never taking his eyes off the enormous cock and balls in front of him. When he reached the soft pink head of the boy's long cock he put his hand underneath it and positioned it into the pouch of the jock. He pulled it up tightly around the 27 inch waist of the boy and knelt back to admire his handywork. Grabbing the boy by the hips he sharply turned him round so he could admire that full round bottom framed by the white cotton of the jockstrap. Perfect! Now - showtime! "Don't question me. Just do as I say!" said Mike in as firm a command as he could muster. "Kneel down on all fours like you were crawling." The boy immediately fell onto the mattress, faced the undies on the pegs on the wall and assumed the doggy position without any instructions from Mike. Things were looking positive. "Don' t say anything. Just do - ok?" The boy nodded while turning briefly to look Michael Durkan in the eye. Mike put his hand in between the boy's legs and pushed them apart as far as he could so his fantastic looking framed ass was totally on display. He could feel the boy's cock getting harder because his left hand was firmly gripping the lad's cock through the jock's pouch. Milking time he thought. Payback for the underwear and the months of cock teasing he had put Mike through. No drinking this time. No cum filling his desperate mouth. He'd had little Paddy Reilly three times yesterday anyway. This was for the boy as he slowly started to masturbate the lad's cock through the soft thick cotton of the jock strap. With his right hand he squeezed the cheeks of the boy's fantastic round arse cheeks. With his index finger he lightly touched the lad's pink little rosebud. It was reacting. It was moving. Time for the Vaseline and the white chocolate. Tongue time as his coach used to say. Part 7 to come soon. Consider making a donation to Nifty to keep this service free. Feel free to comment by emailing me. All emails acknowledged.