Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 18:06:43 EST
From: Wainaker@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boys 2

First off. Thanks for the responses. Some good ideas in them.

Taking the photo from him I headed back to the bedroom. I opened the wardrobe
door, there lay the album on the top shelf, on checking the contents there
were five other pictures missing, I slipped the photo into the album and
replaced it in the wardrobe. On returning to the lounge the boy was still
trying to wriggle free from the door. He was drenched in sweat from his mad
panic to escape. He gasped as I grasped his cute face in my hand pushing him
flat to the door his eyes darting and dancing in panic mode. 'Why are you in
my home I asked? I..I.....I......we....we....were just having a laugh
sir.....honest we were bored and just did it for a laugh. At 35 I was not
used to being addressed as sir not at this early stage at least. we are two
weeks into the summer holiday and we just got bored and it was a spur of the
moment thing sir.......Who's your friend? I enquired (leaving go of the boys
face) I won't say, he is a mate and I can't tell on him. He has something
that belongs to me and I would like them back. I have security film of
whatever you were doing in my bedroom so we shall soon see what was going on
and who your friend is. His head dropped, knowing that the game was up and
that he was about to be seen possibly in a situation he would not like to be
seen in. My video was linked to the security system so it was a simple matter
of turning the machine on, rewinding and pressing the play button. Two
minutes in and it went to auto rewind, all I had was two minutes of two boys
messing my bedroom up with no full view of the other boy. The boy sniggered
at my hiccup with the security system. I had to think quick and reminded him
of the photo I took from him. His attitude changed as did his demeanour. He
knew that I had the upper hand, after all I had him if nothing else and I was
damn sure I was going to get the other one, sooner or later.

It was summer and the evenings were light and long. I explained that I was
going to untie his wrist and that he could make a dash for it but that I knew
who he was and what school he was at and that I was going to find out who his
friend was one way or another. Once freed he decided not to run off becoming
very apologetic for his behaviour and explaining how his parents would be
angry with him and the embarrassment he would cause the family, not to
mention loosing his place at the grammar school, still he was determined not
to grass on his mate. I said let's start with the easy questions: name? Steve
sir. Good, I said lets stay with the sir. Steve what? Steve Andrews sir.
Well, Steve Andrews what were you two doing in my home? Nothing sir! Why were
you in my home? No special reason sir. Who was the other boy Steve? I won't
say sir...do what you like I won't tell on a mate! Ok, I said, off you go.
The look of disbelief on his face had to be seen to be believed. I walked him
to the front door, as he stepped out I said 'Oh just one thing' Yes sir....
come back tomorrow evening after thinking about where you stand, you may even
wish to bring your mate with you. Be here at 7.30pm if not then expect a
visit from the police. He walked of slowly and no doubt in deep thought.

I had a difficult time concentrating at work so I left early. It was another
bright summer evening. At 7pm I took a shower, dressed in some old jeans and
sat in the garden with a beer and tossed things around in my head. What if he
did not turn up? I had it clear in my head what I was going to do if the boy
was alone which I hoped he would be. At 7.28pm the doorbell rang. I took a
deep breath, a swig of beer and made through the house to the front door.
Standing there alone was young Steve, head down. Still wearing the black
jeans and deck shoes the tee shirt replaced with a short sleeved pale blue
chequered Ben Sherman shirt. Well, I exclaimed. Alone then? Yes, sir he said
looking up to me, his eyes puffed with anxiety. You'd best follow me then. He
did after I closed the door. Just stand there I told him as he got to the
centre of the lounge. I closed the patio doors, took him by the arm and
directed him through the house via the kitchen and then through the
connecting door to the garage. He looked surprised when he saw how tidy it
was. Fully carpeted, the walls covered in vinyl padding, white to the sides
and green to the end and inside door panel. The work benches were always
tidy, tools stored away, the usual coils of rope and wire hung from ceiling
braces as did hooks and metal loops that you would find in most garages. Now
Steve! I got his attention. You can either tell me what I want to know or its
the cop shop. I can't he exclaimed. Please don't go to the police, i'll work
for you anything but not the police it would cause so much trouble, he was
now almost in tears. Ok no police I said but I am going to get the
information from you. I pulled out a sheet of polythene from under the work
bench and spread it on the floor. I caught the boys eyes looking up to the
roof and watched the lump in his slender throat slide up and down in anxiety.
The garage was very hot with no air movement and the heat retained from the
hot sunny day that had passed made it all the more hotter, I could feel my
jeans starting to stick to me and beads of sweat run down my back. The boy
was sweating up well. Ok, I said, remove your footwear and stand in the
middle of the polythene. He crouched slightly and pulled of his deck shoes
and socks. Don't hurt me sir he began to plead. I assured him that I was not
about to hurt him (Not in the way he expected) once positioned in the centre
of the polythene sheet I made him stand still while I unbuttoned his shirt
and pulled it down his sweating torso. His upper body though slender had good
definition for a boy his age wispy hair grew under his arms which was
revealed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearms, the
summer sun had darkened his skin slightly, his belly was flat and firm with
just a hint of muscle, the two young nipples that adorned his chest were
quite long for a boy and looked like they needed attention a thin line of
hair ran from his small cute belly button down to vanish into the waist of
his jeans. Sir. ... he said his voice now trembling slightly, what are you
doing? what does it look like? I am going to get some answers to my
questions. now! I said popping the stud at the waist of the jeans pushing my
knuckles deliberately into his soft boy stomach. No sir....please don't do
that....please dot take my jeans off, the sound of the zip opening was
audible, sweat trickled down the boys body. I knelt and drew the black denim
down his legs my face in line with small pale yellow briefs which contrasted
well against the black material. I then took each calf in turn and guided the
legs of the jeans over his feet. Do you like standing there in you underpants
in front of me Steve? I don't know sir, he said. What do you think I am going
to do? Spank me or something sir like in your pictures. Oh no I am not going
to spank you. Did you wank off all over my bedroom Steve? or maybe you and
your friend wanked each other off eh?....no sir....he said. i put my hand on
his chest, do you like being touched by me Steve? like this as I ran my palm
over each of his nipples and over his naked stomach pushing a finger into his
wonderful belly button making him bend slightly forward then walking behind
him to gaze down at the two tight mounds that were encased in the thin pale
yellow material of his underpants. I gave each one a gentle caress and
noticed a slight gasp come from him. Like that Steve? Do you? like having
your bum caressed? Does your friend do that to you? Sir...please no....don't
sir please.  Returning to his front It happened, he was getting stiff. Take
you underpants off for me Steve! He looked at me aghast. Please sir......no
he pleaded. Ok i'll do it! Please sir no....please I don't want to be naked
in front of you.....please let me keep my pants on.....sorry Steve not part
of my plan, now take them off and pass them to me. he slipped his fingers
into the top of the underpants and slid them down and off trying to keep
himself bent to avoid revealing himself to me. He passed me the scrunched up
thin yellow material and stood straight. His wonderful naked body now exposed
for me totally nude and ready for me to commence. His semi erect boy cock
jutting out from a ring of young pubic hair which circled its base above an
ample and by the look of it full ball sack, full of teenage cum just waiting
to be extracted but all in good time. His nude body glistened with sweat as I
instructed him to kneel on the plastic sheet, legs spread wide apart and
hands placed firmly behind his head. He will tell me what I want to know.

How should I continue? All ideas welcum? mail me with them at:
Wainaker@aol.com