Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 22:44:30 +1000
From: Chris Hetherington <fetishchris@hotmail.com>
Subject: Teenage twinks and sluts 3

"You two ready for the 'camp'?" Mr Johnston said as the last class finished
and everyone had cleared out. Both Nick and Chris had their bags with them,
full of clothing for the 'study camp'. "Get in the car and I'll take you
there." He paused briefly to pinch Chris' right buttock before giving Nick a
playful spank on the behind and preparing the car.

It was quiet on the drive. "I suppose you two bright boys will have realised
by now?" Mr Johnston said.

"I knew right from the start there wasn't such a thing as this camp," Nick
said. "I almost didn't pack anything, I was so sure." He fiddled with his
seat belt in the back seat. Both teenage twinks were sitting in the back.

Mr Johnston nodded. "Still, you'll be doing some work for the next four
weeks. Your parents might have paid two thousand dollars each for you to go,
but I've already spent some of that acquiring some gear for you two to wear
and use. To keep you fed for the next four months you'll have to earn your
keep through some good work. Don't worry. I've got enough clients that
you'll be able to earn enough."

Chris shifted uneasily in the back seat. "But what if we don't want to stay
the four weeks?" he asked.

"Quite simple. Those photos go around to whoever happens to see them." Mr
Johnston looked back with a quick grin. "So do behave, otherwise I might
have to punish you, too." He began to pull over to a small house in a back
street. It seemed mostly isolated - with the other houses in the street a
good deal away. He drove in the garage, parked, and got out of the car,
opening the door that led to the interior of the house. When both Nick and
Chris reached for their bags in the back, Mr Johnston shook his head.

Once they were inside, Mr Johnston told them to get comfortable in the
living room. Both boys sat on the leather couch. "Now, you won't need any of
those things you packed," he said to them. "In fact, I might as well set
down the rules of this little camp to start with. First of all, both of you
aren't permitted to wear any clothes except for those that I give you. And
for the first few days, at least, I don't think I'll be giving you much."
Their english teacher smirked. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get those
clothes off."

Chris gave Nick a glance. He actually didn't mind the idea of getting to see
Nick naked every day. The possibility was making him hard, as he started to
take off his clothes. Nick likewise did the same, and soon, the two,
smooth-bodied, 14 and 15 year-old boys were standing naked in front of Mr
Johnston. He let them sit down on the couch again, as they glanced at each
others' cocks.

Mr Johnston laughed. "That brings me to the next point. I know young boys
like to fuck a lot. And so for this reason, you're not allowed to ever
refuse sex when you're in this house. So Nick, if Chris wants to fuck you up
the butt, you let him. And Chris, if Nick feels like a blowjob, you give it
to him. Each day you'll have several clients to service. They're all old
men, but don't worry, they've got big dicks. Most of them are so big they'll
stretch your tight little holes until you squeal. Each of them has seen
photos of you and picked one of you to fuck, some of them pay extra to fuck
you in groups so you'll be the subject of a full orgy.

"They pay me, and I'll let you have fifty cents per blowjob and two dollars
per anal session. The cost of living is roughly fifteen dollars a day, and
I'm being generous there, so you'd better work well. If you can't do the
maths, that's seven anal fucks and two blowjobs a day, or five fucks and ten
blowjobs...I'm sure you two can work it out. But don't worry. You won't have
to work some days, I'll make sure you get weekends off. Because that's when
I'll be busy compiling the films I'll have made of you throughout the week,
and when I'll get you to do special things for me and model the gear I've
got for both of you. I intend to enjoy you both over the next four weeks.
Well, make that the next few years, too."

Mr Johnston looked lustily at Nick's tanned, naked fourteen year-old body.
"Nick's been here before, so he knows a little bit about the place. Not
much, though - he's going to be seeing lots of things he's new at, so you
won't feel out of place, Chris." He dipped into his bag and retrieved two
black collars with metal studs on it. They were made of a supple leather.
"Come on. On your hands and knees, ready to be collared." Soon both
beautiful boys had the collars snug about their throats, the rest of their
young bodies still open for display.

He took out a clear butt plug. It was conical and rounded. "Stand up
straight, Nick." He cupped the boy's ass with one hand while moving the plug
to Nick's mouth. "Now suck on this and lubricate it for me. You'd better do
a good job, as it's going up your butt." Nick licked and tried to get as
much saliva onto it as he could. "Now bend over and touch your toes." Nick
did as he was told, his butt stretched tight. Mr Johnston put the tip of the
plug against Nick's anus and pushed firmly. It slowly began to slide in,
slowing down as Nick's pucker began to dilate around it, stretched tight.
"Watch closely, Chris, same thing will go for you. You're both going to have
to be anally trained." And with a sucking noise, the plug slipped fully in
Nick's ass as his sphincter closed tight around the narrow part of the plug,
the flared base pressed firmly against his cheeks. Soon Chris had the same
done to him.

"Now I'm going to enjoy taping a sixty-nine of you two." Mr Johnston
retrieved the camera. "Nick, you can go on the bottom. Chris, get on your
hands and knees on top of him. That's it." Soon Nick and Chris had their
mouths poised a few inches away from each others' cocks. He began to run the
video. Both Nick and Chris were rock hard, their teenage seven-inch cocks
excited by the plugs filling their butts and the collars tight at their
throat. Chris moaned as Nick's full seven inches slid in his mouth and down
his throat, and he could feel the collar stretched tight as his throat acted
as the sheath for Nick's large dick. It wasn't long before both of them
started gasping for air...and then Chris felt his face splattered by gallons
of Nick's thick, creamy white boycum. Mr Johnston was standing close by,
getting a closeup of this.

"I don't suppose you two boys are into bondage? Do you know what it is?" Mr
Johnston asked. Chris nodded slightly, Nick seemed slightly puzzled. "Chris,
in particular, I've earmarked you for some bondage. You'll have to do some
exercises a lot over the next few weeks to get flexible enough for some of
the things I have planned for you, but you'll realise soon enough. I always
wanted a young pornstar who could double as a contortionist. I'll explain
the exercises to you now so you can practice them, and Nick, you watch,
because you can probably do them too."

And so the first week passed. Chris and Nick were used and abused every hour
of every day - Mr Johnston had made no mention of the fact that he could, of
course, fuck them for free at any time of the day he pleased, and his
enormous, huge cock had an insatiable appetite for young boys tight butts.
Nick and Chris, much to his delight, were learning the tricks of the trade,
and all of his clients had commented on how tight a fuck they were and how
cute the boys looked. They hadn't loosened at all, and were as tight as
ever, making their tiny little sphincters juicy targets for cocks of all
sizes. Chris had had trouble accommodating the eleven-inch cock of a black
man the other day, and Mr Johnston had to offer the customer another free
day of fucking to make up for the trouble.

"So how are those exercises going, Chris?" Mr Johnston said. He knew that
Chris would be ready soon for one of the bondage shoots. He had Nick in the
bedroom as well. Mr Johnston owned a massive, four-poster bed, and it was
this setting that he decided he'd make the first bondage shoots for the
boys. He had a strange contraption for Nick. It was a T-shaped bar. He got
Nick to lay on his back, and attached the base of the T-shape to Nick's
collar. He then pulled Nick's legs inside the legs of the T-shape, so that
Nick was forced to bring his knees up to his chest as the bar was winched up
to the undersides of his knees. Mr Johnston kept on shortening the length of
the T until Nick was squealing in pain.

"Please, Mr Johnston, it's too tight!" he whimpered, made into an incredibly
tight ball by the bondage apparatus. His head was being pulled forward by
the painful tug on the collar the bar was exerting.

"Too tight? Nonsense. Nick, you can handle more than that." And Mr Johnston
ratcheted it up a few more notches, until Nick's knees were pressed
painfully up against his shoulders and his feet were flailing wildly. Mr
Johnston landed a firm smack on Nick's exposed ass. "Don't be such a little
brat. Be thankful you're using this. Chris won't have the same help." He put
a finger to Nick's lips, urging him to lick it - and then Mr Johnston
fingered the scrunched-up teen boy. "There you go. Now be quiet while I
attend to Chris."

Chris looked at Nick's bondage position and faltered a little. "What's the
matter?" Mr Johnston asked. "Come on. You're more flexible than Nick is.
You'll be able to manage what I have in store for you easily. Now lie back
and bring your legs up like Nick is." Mr Johnston's hand spent a long time
fondling Chris' cock and balls. "That's it. Now bring them further back.
Even more. Come on, hours of exercises a day for more than a week should
have gotten you flexible enough." He pushed on Chris' ankles.

Soon the position was complete and Mr Johnston began to make more footage.
Chris was bound in an even tighter position than Nick was in. His feet had
been pulled up until they were right behind his head, and had been bound
together with nylon cord. For more effect, Mr Johnston had also bound his
arms tightly behind his back to make Chris a helpless, trussed up little
ball, his butt completely, totally exposed. "Excellent! I knew you could do
it, boys." He ratched Nick's harness up even more as Nick whimpered. "Now
don't be such a crybaby, Nick." Mr Johnston also retrieved red ball gags,
with black straps. Soon both boys were sporting these, unable to speak or
make a sound in their bound positions. He spent a great deal of time running
his hands over the boys' smooth thighs and tight buttocks, before he found
butt plugs for them both - larger than they'd ever had before. Their muffled
cries went unheeded as he stuffed them full. Soon they were tightly bound,
ball-gagged and plugged.

"They're going to love you two," Mr Johnston said as he continued to film.
"The two young pornstars in tightly flexible bondage. This is great." And he
left them in those positions for the next two hours as he made more footage
and rolled them over into different positions while still helplessly trussed
up in their tightly-wound balls.

For the next three weeks, Mr Johnston had them do the most unspeakable acts.
The bondage was only the beginning. He made more than fifty hours' worth of
edited video he could use in tapes that would doubtless make it around the
world and establish Chris MacKenzie and Nicholas Ray as delicious young gay
pornstars. He had Chris worship Nick's feet for an entire day, licking them.
He had Nick and Chris rim each other, cleaning each others' buttholes out
with their tongues. He had them wear tight leather outfits, g-strings,
thongs, he put nipple clips on them, had them ball-gagged an entire day
while he put them over his knee and spanked them until their asses were
bright red. He photographed and dressed them up in young schoolboy outfits,
catholic altar boys, had them fuck each other in their soccer gear. And, of
course, they had to service Mr Johnston's cock. Every morning they'd give
him a wakeup call, and he would wake up to the lovely sight of either Nick
or Chris (or both) taking his cock in their mouths and sucking. And he
didn't let them forget to make their calls home, either. The boys had to
carry on normal conversations with their parents about how hard they were
studying while the other gave him a blowjob.

Soon the four weeks were drawing to a close. "It's a shame the holidays
end," Mr Johnston remarked. "You two will just have to continue your jobs at
school and at night at this place. I expect through the many porn and fetish
tapes I'll put out with you two in it, not to mention the hundreds of men
you've serviced over the holidays, there'll be plenty of people recognising
you two in the street. My rule about not turning down sex applies there,
too. A shame we didn't have enough black men, though. I was looking forward
to four black men doing you two at once. We'll have to arrange that some
other time."

"Meanwhile, I'll take you to the club every Thursday night where you'll be
my slave boys. I'll explain it to your parents as an extra soccer training
session or something." Mr Johnston grinned. He was thinking of ways he could
have the boys entirely. "Now come on. Before you leave, you'd better let me
give your butts one more fuck."

He fucked Nick first. If anything, Mr Johnston's meat seemed to have grown.
Its nine inches were filling Nick completely. Both boys' asses were
lubricated all the  time, and soon Nick was reduced to a sopping wet mess
begging for more.

"Filthy whore. Boy slut," Mr Johnston snickered as he withdrew his cock with
a wet slop. "Come on. You two sixty-nine each other while I empty this load
in Chris' hot butt." Chris was on top in the sixty-nine again, having
alternated roles plenty of times during the week, he found himself on his
hands and knees again, sucking on Nick's seven-incher, while Nick did the
same to him. Mr Johnston drilled his cock into Chris' tight wet anus, his
balls slapping against the young boy's entrance. He rammed Chris several
times, forcing entry through his tight anal ring, until he burst inside of
his young student.

"You two had best get going, now. Your parents could pick you up any minute.
Remember, next semester, the club every Thursday night. I'll make more tapes
of you two, and get you more bondage gear. I also have a request from
Michael Cox, the black pornstar with a twelve inch cock, who wants to shoot
a scene with both of you. Plenty of male pornstars want to get a piece of
that new ass that's come onto the scene."

Mr Johnston grinned as he heard the doorbell. "Clean yourself up, quickly
now. I'll see you next semester."

THE END - (for now, anyway) - as always, comments welcome at
fetishchris@hotmail.com!