Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 17:33:17 EST
From: Wainaker@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boys Part 5 for you

Bad Boys Part 5

Once again, thank you for the response and some very good ideas for the
story. Seems that there are a lot of keen readers out there.

It was now three days since I sent Stevie off. With his underpants filled
with his own boy cum and the envelope. Now it was Saturday afternoon at
2.55pm. The knocking on my front door was frantic. I stood back as I opened
it to be confronted by the sweating, heaving body of Stevie. He was wearing
as instructed: His blue running shorts (that now at close range revealed that
the sides of the short legs were open to the waist) revealing his upper
thighs. The white vest that was now soaked from his sweat and lastly a pair
of trainers. The fact that he had carried out the first instruction in the
envelope (to go for a five mile run) before arriving at my home gave me a
sense of my control over the proceedings that had taken place and were about
to follow.

I had but a short time to do what I had planned. I directed or rather led the
hot perspiring boy through to the garage. I returned to the lounge and at
almost 3.15pm my front door was again being knocked at though, this time with
not so much urgency. Standing in front of me was the boy I could only assume
to be Marc. He was immaculate! His school uniform looked really well on him
everything fitted him like a glove and so it should have with a physique like
his and such good looks. He is about 5'6", jet black (curtain style) hair,
thin black eyebrows, hazel eyes and around 9.5 stone in weight. His cheeks
bones are very pronounced, cute nose like Stevies. The uniform comprised:
Crisp white shirt, tie, dark blue blazer, and dark charcoal long trousers
with the sharpest creases down the legs finished with highly polished black
shoes and grey socks. He carried a sports bag over his right shoulder. I
stood back and motioned for him to enter. Closing the door behind him I
motioned for him to go into the lounge.

"You are Marc I presume?
"Yes...eh...yes...sir... Steve told me I was to call you sir when I arrived.
Good (I thought) Stevie has got the message across.
"That is correct! You address me as sir when you are in my presence' He
looked somewhat startled.
"Do you have my property? The things you stole from me!
"Yes sir. He said pulling the bag from his shoulder and opening it, fumbling
in his haste and drawing out an envelope. I opened it and breathed an inner
sigh of relief as all the photos were there.
"I assume that Stevie has told you what you might expect and can see that by
turning up on time and dressed according to my instructions you are prepared
to face the music? Well?
"Sir..sir...yes...yes sir'.
"Stevie, as I call him and so shall you while you are here. "Stevie arrived
some twenty minutes ago. He is waiting for us in the garage but we must first
get you prepared. Tip out your bag and let us see what you have brought along'
I handled each item: white ankle socks, the boy blushed when I held up a pair
of well-washed, thin boys underpants (as per instructions) "good that seems
in order'. Now, you look very nice in your school uniform, now I would like
to see you out of your school uniform! He now looked concerned. "Move over to
that chair where you can place your clothes as you take them off'.
'Sir...must I...I...I don't like to..I...'
"Do it! I said now getting impatient to see this boy's nude body. "Nice and
slowly, blazer, shoes and socks, tie, shirt, trousers in that order'
I drank in every movement as he began to undress, revealing more and more of
himself. His feet were very nice, not stubby or long, well in proportion to
his body. He rolled up the tie and placed it down. I watched attentively as
he unbuttoned first the cuffs and then each of the buttons down the shirt
front pulling the shirt from the waist of the trousers to reach the last two
buttons and finally allowing the pure white garment to slip down his slender
arms and reveal to me now his naked upper body, more definition than Stevies,
darker skin, white nipples protruding from two dark circles and that boyish
belly button just waiting for some attention. He too had a line of dark hair
down his naval, vanishing into the waistband of his trousers, which encircled
a beautiful slender waist. He turned away from me slightly as he went to
unfasten the top of the trousers only to give me a splendid view of the
creases cutting through each firm boy buttock, the zipper was down and now it
was almost slow motion as the dark grey material slid down each leg revealing
their beautiful form. My own cock was now rock hard from the display in front
of me. He stood now folding the trousers, stood now only in a pair of small
pale blue underpants.
"Stand still! I commanded. I wanted to take in the sight of that boy arse
that gripped the blue material between its buttocks, the waistband of the
underpants that gripped his slender waist.
"Now turn and face me! He turned slowly not wanting to look at me but keeping
his head down at a slight angle. Why do boys where their underpants so tight?
He had a good bulge in the front of them.
"Come here! (I was starting to like this commanding element)
He moved toward me (was this really happening?)
"Place your hands behind your head and stand astride! He obeyed slowly but he
obeyed. My eyes fixed on his tight abdomen as his arms drew upwards.
"Do you want me to pull down your underpants and take them off of you Marc?
"No..no..sir please don't'
"Then you do it! Now! Do it! He slowly lowered his hands and inched the pants
down slowly. The thin line of black hair now revealed the bush of black pubic
hair and finally his cock, all six inches of flaccid boy cock, again, as
thick as Stevies and his balls hung lower than his friends. The pale blue
pants now lay at his feet from where I removed them, they were so warm to the
touch. Reaching over I picked up the pair of white underpants that Marc had
taken from the bag and made a point of caressing each foot as I picked it up
placing each in turn in the legs of the pants. His cock flipped up as the
elastic waistband engulfed it. As with Stevies underpants I stretched the
elastic in the legs being careful not to tear (yet) the flimsy worn material.
I stood now and walked around the boy taking in the view as he stood again
(hands behind neck). He gasped as I placed a hand on his chest for the first
time, I moved it slowly over, up, down across around to his back, up and down
over his boy arse cheeks, they tensed at my touch my other hand reached
around and pushed a finger into his belly button causing him to lean forward
slightly. He was sweating up well now.
"Please sir..What will you do to me...? I am sorry for breaking into your home
and taking the photos...please'.
"Did you like the photos?
"I don't know what you mean sir'.
"Did you like the pictures of what was happening to the boy in the pictures?
Did it turn you on? Did you wank over them, make your lovely cock spurt its
boy cum? Did you? Did you!
"Yeah.yes sir I am sorry but I did'
"Well in that case I think I need to punish you first, not for stealing, that
needs a different kind of punishment. But for running away and leaving Stevie
to face the music alone. I sat forward in my armchair. I reached up and took
the boys left wrist and pulled him down across my knees. His black hair
curtains fell forward over his face as he bent in the middle. I could feel
his sweaty abdomen on my knees my having decided to just wear a pair of
running shorts myself which he must have found strange. I then pulled him
into my abdomen my fingers hooked into the waistband of the thin underpants
and rocking him side to side I eased them down his legs to his ankles.
"Sir please don't hurt me...don't spank me pleeeeese. His now nude body and
tight bum were now mine. I raised my hand and the first blow landed square
across each cheek. I made him count each slap as he squirmed on my lap: 6, 7,
8. I now allowed him to move, my legs parted to allow his cock and balls to
hang down in the gap, my left hand reached under his body and the fingers
encircled the base of his cock and his balls pulling downward.
"Sir...please don't your hurting my balls and my cock please...just spank me
but...oh the pain...sir pleeeeese stop. I had him count up to another twenty,
punctuated by sobs and pleading. His Boy arse was red and twitched at the
touch, I pulled the flimsy underpants up his legs. As he stood he could not
hide the growth of his cock?? Which he quickly tucked into his pants.
"Now it is time to go and see your friend Stevie!
His sobs subsided as we made our way to the garage connecting door. Passing
through the kitchen I stopped. I observed Marc notice the small pile of
clothes on the chair. Blue running shorts, white vest and trainers. He looked
at me, puzzled.
I stood Marc in front of me, pushed the door fully open in one move. The boy
was speechless at the sight in front of him.
"You see Marc'. "You see what happens to boys who do wrong' They get punished.
I had placed Stevie kneeling totally naked at the foot of the upright wooden
ladder, his legs tied astride, parting his legs with his buttocks pushed back
into the lower rungs, his wrists tied to the rungs behind his head drawing
his abdomen up tight. (The afternoon heat in the garage was now causing me to
sweat) The oil spray again had made his whole body glisten. This time his
body was naked, totally nude. He had carried out my written instructions and
shaved his body clean of all hair from the neck downwards. Marc looked in
disbelief at the bound boy. I had used white cotton rope; it passed around
his slender waist twice then around the ladder behind him down between his
buttocks. I had stretched his full ball sack down and wound the white rope
around the space between his cock and balls drawing the skin so tight over
them that you could almost see the two spheres through the taught flesh, this
in turn had pulled his foreskin back leaving not a wrinkle in his permanent
erection (which I had instructed him to maintain in his written instructions)
which had for the past forty five minutes oozed pre cum onto the garage
floor, the rope passing then around each thigh and tied off around the base
of his cock. Small clothes pegs now clung to each of those adorable nipples.
I thought that the blue ribbon around his neck was a good colour to hold the
large blue babies dummy that he now held in his mouth and which covered his
lips.
Turning to Marc who was still in a complete state of shock. "Well Marc, it is
time for a little reward for you' I eased him toward Stevie who averted his
eyes from his best friend. I pulled Marcs underpants down and off. He was
semi erect. "I see you must like what you see then boy, I think Stevie owes
you an apology for giving you up to me don't you? The baby's dummy plopped as
I pulled it out of Stevies mouth.

To be continued...

More comments please: Wainaker@aol.com