Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2005 19:51:50 +0000 (GMT) From: Chaim Subject: Playing Wild West 6 (REPOST) Playing Wild West 6 By Chaim (bchaim) bchaim@yahoo.co.uk Thanks to all who wanted this 6th chapter. (M/b, beginning, underwear, oral, anal, nipple play, mild bondage) Thanks to all who wanted this 6th chapter and who wrote to me. Thanks guys! Well, again, I live in The Netherlands -- Amsterdam -- my mother tongue is Dutch. I can't speak Hebrew the way some of you wanted. To write in English is very special. Sometimes it will be not correct. Smile, I hope to hear from you if you like my story. Special effects are welcome. My reward is your mail! You have to be 16+ to read this. (Dutch law) Yes, the story is without condoms. In real life you need them to stay alive. Comments and suggestions are very welcome at: bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk ------------------------ The last lines of part 5 ------------------------ My heavy thrusts sent his little cock through my big hand. He is fucking my sheets and his horny boy cock is rubbed against the slippery spot on my sheets. I know his needs and his pre-cum soaked it already. Chaim's bound body is so great. Chaim moves his back, thrust against my hand, and shoots his warm cum in my hand. My boy shivers and groans taking my cock, spending his load. "Jonathan!" His anal sphincter clamped down on my big cock as I pushed in and pulled back. I love his ass on my cock. This is the greatest fuck I ever had. In violent thrusts, pushing my cock deep inside his body. Taking him, my boy. I fight it, but loose the battle. My balls hurt and begin to shoot my own love juice into his bowels. Filling him with my load. Making him my boy for ever. "Chaim!" ------------------- Playing Wild West 6 Chaim ------------------- We are totally spent and my little ass is sore. I don't care I loved it all! We take a slowly shower and Jonathan dried my body with great care. His soft cock is swinging against my body. I admire the tanned naked body of my friend and Boss. Clean and dry we go back into his dark bedroom. It still smells of our love making. We lay down on his bed and Jonathan holds me close to his strong body. I love his touch and I think it only takes a few minutes to be at a deep sleep. I dreamed about Jonathan. Waking up, I'm alone in his dark bedroom. I touch the white cotton ropes which held me in place when he made me `his boy', when Jonathan took my virgin ass and I feel very happy. I take a little tour through the room. I thing about him, my Boss and Master, my Jonathan. I still love our role play being his `little Indian boy', the way he took me as his prisoner. I touch his leather straps, the leather covered headboard and the chains and cuffs. This is a new world for me and I love it. Walking around and dreaming away, I find some clothes my size on a chair. A note is reading just one line. `Wear these when you wake up, J.'. It is a little pile: a pair of tight white briefs, a red pair of wide shorts with a white line from my waist to the leg opening. My own clothes are gone. He must have taken them away. The white briefs are about one size too small and the wide red shorts have a rope in the waistband to tie them around my waist. I put them on. I look at the large mirror and see my own reflection. A boy with a small body looks back. Short blond hair, sparkling blue eyes in a smiling face and a tanned body. Bare chest, little nipples and no real muscles on his chest and arms, I hate that. I try my biceps, like a model you see in those muscle magazines, but I'm not impressed at all. Some of my class mates have much more to show to the world, and it nothing compared with Jonathan. The pair of oversized red shorts look funny on my body. Without the rope they will fall down. I look at my tanned slim legs and naked feet. Well, not great, but not bad either and Jonathan wants me this way. Back in the kitchen I meet Jonathan. He smiles takes a few steps toward me. He gets so close I swear I can feel the heat rising from his hot brown skinned body. He smiles and kiss me on my lips. I open my mouth eager to meet his open mouth. I love him and his strong body and feel my cock stir. What he wears excites me even more! Jonathan has a red bandanna around his neck, he wears no shirt. On his bare chest he has just a leather type belt with a holster on it. He looks like a real strong cowboy now. His huge manly chest is powerful and tanned brown with hints of black chest hair between his nipples and a beautiful treasure trail below his belly button. He looks great and very manly this way. His nipples are small brown spots that accents the muscles on his chest. His belly button is to me all the time a turn on in itself. His tight shorts are an old pair of faded blue jeans he cut off very high. His strong hairy brown legs are on display and the denim lines out his beautiful cock to the fullest. My eyes wander downward to get another look at his beautiful cock. Wow, that cock took my cherry just an hour ago! I see his large bulge that goes down the right side of his cut off jeans and almost to the opening of his leg. If he will sit down I am sure that I will be able to see his cock peek out. I drink him in from the top of his light curly black hair down to his naked feet. I begin to feel that stir in my groin that has hit me so many times before. I am hard as rock and my boy cock is about to bust out of my little white briefs. Wide shorts or not it must be visible to him. Jonathan looks down at me checking me out with a grin on his handsome face. I press my little body into his and we hold each other for a moment. I feel his warm skin and his strong muscles underneath. "You are a good boy and you are ready for the next step my beautiful Indian. Turn around and close your eyes. I hope I don't need a blindfold. Be a good boy and I will give you a great reward." It sounds like a kind but firm order. Of course, I do what Jonathan asks from me, I am so glad we can play again, "Yes, Boss!" I close my eyes and wait for his next step. I hear he is walking around and he is most of the time behind me. After a while I get very impatient and I turn to face him. Jonathan is bent down taking off his cut off jeans. I have a quick look and it is breath taking. I quickly turn my back towards him. But I am too late! Jonathan saw me and he takes me by my hips. The next thing I feel is Jonathan's warm strong arms are wrapped around my narrow waist. He holds me firm and starts to wrestle me down. In reflex I fight him using all the youthful power I have in my boy muscles. "Ah, I see my little Indian warrior wants to fight his strong master. He can't obey a simple rule. Well my little prisoner, there is one rule left now. The winner takes all!" I fight him, struggling against his grip. "You will get it boy, fight me my horny little Indian!" He forces me to my knees. He grabs me by my short blond hair and forces my head back. He looks down at me, looking me straight in my eyes, with a teasing smile on his handsome face. Jonathan pushes me down and in a flash he has his powerful arm between my smooth legs. I take his strong shoulders and hit his chest were I can. He tries to flip me over, but my position makes it not easy for him to do so. I am really going at it and so is he! His arm between my legs keeps rubbing my boy crotch hard. He puts some pressure on my boy balls. I groan out loud. "Yes boy, fight me hard!" We lock up very tight and I try to push his head down. His neck is too strong for me, he gets an inside position on me with a real headlock and he throws me down on my back. I moan. My body is sore but I feel a little warrior and I will not give up. I moan again feeling desperate and try to bridge. He quickly turns sideways on my heaving chest. My right arm is trapped under his heavy body. I groan of desire and the burning pain in my arm. He leaves me alone, smiling, giving me a break, teasing me again. He doesn't claim his victory. I move back to him but I have no real chance. He constantly ties up my wrists and ankles in his strong hands. He makes me to wrestle his body with no avail. I'm moved from one fucked-up position to the other, except for a nearly escape that is out of bounds. We both sweat like pigs. Which is very exceptional for two Jewish boys. My chest is already heaving with exhaustion and there is frustration in my eyes. I'm a winner. I don't like to be the looser. We both sit on our bums and I just crush my sweat covered face into his strong chest. I get a weird look on my face when this happens, I love his power over me and whisper, taking deep breaths, "I know, you are my Boss, I lost this fight! The winner takes all!" Jonathan strokes my short blond hair. I smell his sweat on his chest and my tongue laps some of it. It taste salty on my tongue. Jonathan starts to grin. He whispers into my ear, "What's the matter with you, my boy. You give up?" "Fuck no," I whisper back, "never!" "That's the spirit we need." I let my eyes wonder over his sweat soaked body. His sweat is dripping off Jonathan's face and down his glistening chest. His pits are soaking wet. I see the hairs stuck to his hard arms. I meet his eyes, and he has a funny expression on his face. Looking down I see the front of my own thin red shorts. They are also drenched with sweat and it makes them nearly transparent. "Well... Alright," I say, licking my lips. "Stand up, my boy. The winner takes all." We both stand and Jonathan turns abruptly and shoves me back against the wooden wall. He pins me with one hand, lifting and flexing his other arm, and he shoves his wet armpit into my face. "You like that don't you, my boy? I saw you looking me over a minute ago." He says in a deep firm and manly voice. I take long deep breaths. "Lick it! Lick my pit, my little overpowered little Indian. Lick my pit as you did with my chest!" He grunts feeling my eager mouth in his arm pit. I am proud to make Jonathan, my Boss horny. I do as I was told. I take long laps at his hairs, sucking up as much of his sweat as possible. He releases me, and he lifts up his other arm and I dive in, sucking the damp hairs into my mouth, eating his armpit clean, getting as much of his sweat as possible. "You like my sweaty pits, don't you?" He asks. "Yes, Boss," I murmur into his armpit. My cock is rock hard in my tight white briefs. He pulls his armpit away from my mouth and he kisses me hard on my lips, sticking his tongue into my open mouth. He starts to work on my soft nipples, lightly nibbling on one while pulling on the other. Soft whimpers escape from my mouth. Rolling my nipple between his teeth, I cry out in pleasure. "Oh, Uh.. That's it, please bite my nipple, just one time. Let me feel your teeth. Please pull real hard at them!" I grunt. A strange feeling hits me, I need some pain. I need him, claiming his victory by using me. Jonathan twists my nipples around with his thumb and first finger. I feel his teeth on my right nipple and slowly he bites me! I asked for it and I want this but it also hurts, because Jonathan really bites me hard. I groan out loud! "Oh, man!" and after a deep silence, "I can take it for you. Uh, it hurts!" Strange enough my cock jumps in my tight briefs and my cock must be leaking gallons of pre-cum in my already soaked underwear. "That's it, my boy! You feels so fucking good, the winner takes all, remember me! I will take you all the way. You are a great boy! I love you, my wonderful boy!" He says with a strange pride in his voice. When he is done with his nipple torture, I lick the thin sweaty hair between his pecs. I love the taste of his salty liquid sweat. Licking slowly down his flat stomach lapping up as much sweat as possible. I get to his belly button, continuing my journey downward, dropping to my knees. I lap as much of his treasure trail hair into my mouth as I can get. I lick down until I got to the damp waistband of his jeans. I sallow his hot sweat and it leaves a great sensation on my tongue. "You taste so fucking good! I can't get enough," I say to him taking a deep breath, getting right back to work on his skin at the waistband of his jeans. He leans over to me and he kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. After we swapped our spit and his sweat he pushes me back on the ground. "G-d, you're good," Jonathan moans. "Thanks, Master," I say, blushing deep. The way only boys my age can do, my cheeks burn. He grabs me by my hips, and starts pushing me down on his denim covered huge cock! I felt the head of his strong erection. His strong hand pushes me deep into the denim of his jeans. I let out a loud yelp. He grins and continues to push me down on his cock. It hurt, it hurts a lot, but at the same time I am in total ecstasy! I rub my face against his big cock. Feeling his erection, feeling him. Jonathan groans and pushes my face deeper into his chest. "Oh my boy, I'm going to cum!", he wails. I press my face on the head of his cock a few more times. My hands wander up over his bare chest. I grab his tits on his powerful chest and pulled them hard. "Ah, do it my boy, ah," Jonathan yells, "I will cum my boy, giving my hot load for you. Jonathan hands wander over my smooth body. He strokes and takes me everywhere. I feel his huge cock spasm in his denim cut offs, he yells again, crying out. "I'm going, I go, I am, fuck, I cum!" he yelled, as Jonathan my strong beautiful lover explodes. I feel his trembling body when he comes. Sending spurt after spurt of hot man juice inside his denim shorts. I can smell his man cum and I feel the need to open his shorts to taste his ball juice. He takes my hand and stops me. "Sorry, I like my briefs this way, boy." Jonathan just sits with me on the wooden floor. He still strokes my body. We sit there a few minutes, catching our breath. I look deep in his piercing black eyes and we kiss long and hard. Chest to chest we take a rest and I feel secure in his big arms. After a while we stand and he says to me, "We stay in these clothes for a while, my boy. No shower now. I like our smell this way." We lunch at the table in the kitchen. It is all quite little but comfortable for the two of us. There is bread, cheese, tomato's, cucumber and a lot of milk and orange juice. We look at each other over the table and I feel in love. I have butterflies in my stomach. I want to touch him all the time. We smile and discuss the normal daily things. I tell him I will have two more weeks holiday and Jonathan smiles, "Lucky you!" I clean the table and wash the dishes. Jonathan stands directly behind me and sometimes I feel his warm chest on my back. His denim shorts against mine. He likes to tease me. When I'm finished I clean the table and the sink. He pats my hair and kisses my neck, "Now, we can have a shower together." We join his little shower and I wash him like a real servant. He dries me again and gives me a fresh pair of white briefs. "I wore them when I was your age, my boy, it is great you wear them now. Strange I didn't throw them away." Now they are more special for me. I put them on and show them to him. "They look good on you!" Jonathan takes a my shorts and puts them on my middle using the rope at the waistband to secure them. He himself steps in a new pair of white CK briefs and into his denim cut offs again. He takes me out side and I tell him about our valley. We sit in the sun and we relax. I talk a lot, but drift off. I feel so relaxed I can sleep. After some time we go back inside. In the living room we sit on the floor. Thank G-d it is rather cool inside. He strokes my legs, playing with the sparse little hairs below my knees. He rubs my feet and strokes my legs everywhere. His hands wander inside my leg openings and I feel so good! My boy cock starts to grow again. "I want you, my boy!" With that Jonathan flips me on my back and in a flash he gets up. I try to get up too, but he sits on my smooth chest and he is pinning me. My arms are pinned above my head, exposing my hairless pits. I know, I lost this battle before it even started. "This is not fair," I make my protest loud and firm. He just smiles at me, "No, it isn't. Just take it, my little boy. You want a Wild West scene don't complain. You had your turn to fight me." His hard-on pushes against my smooth stomach, causing a heavier stirring in my groin area. "What's the matter, my Boss, do I turn you on?" I whisper to him with a little laugh. I like to tease him back. "Fuck you, my boy," he replies to me. I am so hot and horny thinking about how he turns me on all the time, my pinned body is trembling. Still pinned under his huge body, I can't move at all. All I can do is to enjoy what he is doing to me. "Don't fight it, my boy, you want this, I can feel it. Your little cock is hard again." He rubs my nipples gently making them very hard. I groan and start to fight him again. He gets to his knees leaving my body to the wooden floor and he grabs me around my narrow waist and he pulls me in every way. He uses me as a doll. He is in a way rough to me. I struggle to get up, but he use his strength and weight to get me down. I suddenly feel his power, he just takes me and I end up with his strong arm around my neck. He squeezes my face hard against his left strong pec! "Smell me, feel me, listen to me, be my boy, my little Chaim. Stop this fight, you want it. And remember I love to fight you." His nipple is on the smooth cheek of my face. He presses his down to bring it into my face. I groan a little and I want and need to fight him again. My legs kick in the air and my arms are fighting his pin of his legs. He slaps my other cheek with his hand. It is nothing but in surprise I groan again. I can't stop and need him badly, to hold me in place, at the other hand I want to fight him hard and mean. Jonathan takes his power over me. His butt presses on my belly and he roles my biceps with his knees. "Fuck you, that hurts!" "I hurt you, my little boy? That is bad, sorry, but you are a bad, very little looser, my little boy." I just groan and whisper, "I am not little and I can have it!" Shit, I don't know what to do about this situation. Really I can take it and I love his strong body and his powerful chest. Jonathan's glowing tanned skin, inches from my face, heaving with his breathing. Those impressive pecs, each tipped with his beautiful nipples. His chest and his right nipple is close to my lips. I look up at Jonathan and I try to smile, "I can take everything! Just you give it to me." "We are a good team, buddy. If you need something from me just ask. Tell me, we need each other!" He suddenly throws his arms wide open, to invite me in. Yes, there he is, my Jonathan, my strong Boss offering himself to his little `slave boy'. I am his boy! So I press my little body between in his out stretched arms. Our naked chests meet, I make such a quick move it makes a slapping sound. We hug for a long time. I love to feel his hairy skin on my still smooth skin. Sometimes I lift my head just to have a good look at his chest and his beautiful nipples. Strange enough I want his nipples. My cock climbs higher up in my cotton briefs, tenting out my red shorts. I gaze longingly at his right nipple as if it is waiting for my mouth and tongue. His open arms relax and he laughs. "Something's coming out of it's hiding," he says with a grin looking down at my crotch. "What do you mean, coming out of hiding? Me, what do you mean?" "Yes, my boy have a look yourself. Your hard cock's peeks over your red boy shorts." I know and I feel a bit strange. I have a rock hard boy boner again and I'm sure I am blushing a bit. Jonathan's next words make me feel dizzy. "I guess that means you want to suck my nipples real bad. Hey, my lovely Chaim. Look! Your cock is getting bigger and bigger. I can tell you one more thing. Your cock never lies, believe me. You really want my chest and nipples, don't you?" We stare straight into each other's eyes and I nod my head in silence. His strong hand wander down to my red shorts. They are on my begging cock, stroking my boner through my shorts and underwear. "Yes, Jonathan, my Boss. I'd like your great chest and nipples." "Me too, believe me, you have beautiful little boy nipples," he says bringing both of his hands up to my smooth chest. He smiles broadly placing his fingers on each of my nipples, asking in a kind way, "You like that?" I groan and push against his stroking hand, "Sure, Jonathan, I like that very much!" One of his hands went back to my cock and he grips it hard, harder and harder. I moan and ask him, "Please let me suck your nipples, Jonathan. Please, my Boss. Can I do that for you?" I just watch him to see what he expect me to do. I sit there without a move, enjoying the look of his naked strong body, smiling eager. He feels my little hard shaft and he strokes the head of my exposed cock over and over again, making me spill a lot of pre-cum on his hand. He makes me so horny, I think I can give him my load in a second. I groan and close my eyes feeling his hand on my exposed cock head. His hand leaves me alone and I feel strange, left out. He works on my sensitive nipples with his fingers and thumb, he went down on my stiff cock, tonguing the head slowly, swallowing me deep. His hands stroke my body and sensitive boy balls. He kept it up for some time until I yell at him, "Man, please, stop, I am about to shoot my load!" He leaves my body and I am trembling. "Good boy, we can't have that now. I need to show you much more!" I respond by holding him very close, feeling his naked body against me, his pecs against mine, his hard cock against me. Kissing his face with great passion. We part and his mouth goes down on my right nipple, sucking it hard. I say nothing, I sweat a lot. He comes closer, slowly feeling my nipples again. I do the same to him, feel his nipples and go down on his right pec. With his hand on the back of my head, he pulls me closer to his pec, my nose nearly squashed. I suck on his erect nipple real good until Jonathan is groaning. I am sucking his hard manly tit. My whole body shivers with lust and my own cock drips inside my briefs. "Oh, yes, my boy, Oh, yes! Do it, my little friend, suck my nipple and lick the hairs on my chest! Ah! Man, I like you so much!" He takes me away from his chest. He looks at my disappointed face and smiles to me. "Don't worry, you are doing great, my boy. We just need much more. I will give your reward now. Ready?" "Yes Jonathan, Boss and Master. I am ready," my boy voice is eager, I don't know what to expect. It will be good. "Close your eyes and stand up, my boy," Jonathan orders me, he is getting up and coming around behind me. I feel his arms around me, guiding me up, I lean back into him. He kisses the back of my neck. He does it hard leaving his love bites. I moan feeling his teeth. "Be a good willing boy. I know you, you need this!" He is leaving me. I know Jonathan has come in front of me and he presses his lips to mine and we kiss. His mouth tastes so good! I don't want him to stop. But he pulls away and drops to his knees. He holds my hands in a firm grip as he undid the knot holding the shorts in place. I waited for that the entire day. It is a feeling of total pleasure. My whole body is on fire! My shorts drop to the floor and I step out of them. My little boy cock is rock hard. "Open your eyes, my boy!" The dampness from his mouth makes my whole little body quiver and shake. My pre- cum juice rise from the depth of my boy balls as he licks around them. He licks and kisses the smooth area all around my cock before he takes my boy cock into his open mouth. I groan feeling my boy cock in his mouth. All I can think of is the pleasure he is giving me know. I am apart of him, my strong lover. "Oh man, this is so great!" I finally loose control and begin to fuck his face. I grab the back of his head and thrust harder and harder into his open throat. He takes in every inch of me all the way until his nose was buried deep into my crotch. I can't stand it anymore, I feel my leg muscles tense as the eruptions come from deep inside of me. I tremble and shake on my legs. "Jonathan, my Master, please take my load, please!" I can't hold it anymore and blast after blast of my boy fluid gushes from me down into his throat. He swallows and swallows and sucks more and more out of me. I fell to the floor in exhaustion. I breath hard and I am totally spent. I gave him everything. He holds me and I don't get hurt dropping down to the wooden floor. He big arms brake my fall, my way down. Jonathan just says, "You are great!" He lays directly on top of me and whispers in my ear, "This was just the beginning, my boy." He presses his lips against mine, once again the sweet taste of my own cum hits me. I feel Jonathan still has his large erection pressing against my leg. This turns me on. He quickly gets up and walks bathroom. I knew it is my turn to return his favour. When I look up I see him and now I know. He has in his big hand a bottle of KY. I know what he wants and I know I wanted to give it to him. Jonathan tells me, "Boy, you got your reward, now stand up. I will take my reward, doing it my way." I obeyed him like a good little Indian prisoner obeys his strong Master. He takes the rope from the waistband of my red shorts in one move. He moves me around and he ties my hands together with the handcuffs he took from his bedroom. He takes down two pillows from his bed dropping them to the wooden floor and he nearly throws me down on them. I lay there on my belly. My ass totally exposed to him. I am shocked as he says, "Now it's my turn to teach you a thing or two more. Remember you are my little Indian prisoner. You came into my mouth without my permission. I will get you for that. You can't cum in the next step of your training, my boy. Beg and scream hard, my boy. I like that!" Jonathan smiles and he strokes my sweat covered body. I just say, "Thanks Jonathan, I love you!" Comments and suggestions are very welcome at: bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk