Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2016 17:02:34 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 25

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When Peter had told Ian this was a onetime thing Ian had looked
crestfallen.  Peter had clearly seen the look of disappointment and also
saw Ian kept looking at his huge cock, even though he was hanging his head
and pouting to show he was upset (driving home for me just how young this
boy who I has put my cock up his ass actually was).

Peter had climbed off the bed and was now standing in my bedroom naked.  He
was only semi-hard but it was glorious.

You couldn't blame Ian for struggling not to look at Peter's cock, even
though it undermined his feigned or possibly real sadness (probably real as
he had clearly enjoyed our little sexual tryst as evidenced from the
massive cum stain on my bed and the fact that the young boy's cock was
still hard).

I took couldn't not look at Peter.  He was such a fine looking young man
and that was such an impressive cock.  He has fucked me twice now with it.
This time less roughly but my ass was no less sore.  Taking a cock that big
up the ass invariably hurts but now that it was no longer in my ass I felt
empty.  I couldn't wait for Peter to fuck me again assuming he was willing.
The fact that he had done it twice gave me hope.

Peter was ignoring me though.  It was as if I wasn't even in the room.

Concerned that Ian was upset Peter said to him "how about if I let you
touch my cock."  Ian looked up from his pout and his eyes glanced from
Peter's eyes to his cock.  "You could even lick it," Peter offered.

Ian stared at that cock (as I did too) and broke into a big smile and
nodded excitedly.

I was shocked.  Not because Peter was offering this but because Peter's
semi-hard cock was all wet and shiny from his fucking me.

Asking someone to lick a cock that has been in an ass is pretty major and
this was a kid who was new to sex (a kid that Peter supposedly didn't want
to emotionally scar).

Peter had made me lick his cock after it had been in a girl and the very
thought that I had done it still made me shiver.  I would have preferred to
lick it after it had been in an ass than in a girl but even that was gross.

Why was Peter proposing that this 13 year old kid lick a cock that would
not just taste of cum but of ass, and not just any ass, my, an older man's,
ass?

I have rimmed guys before but the thought of rimming an older man was
disgusting to me.  And rimming is not like licking a cock that has just
fucked an ass, as the cum makes the ass juices wet so the cock is slimy
with feces and cum.

As if Peter could read my mind he said to Ian "my cock has been in this
fag's ass so you don't want to touch it or lick it until it is clean."

Then he turned to me Peter said "fag, clean my cock, with your mouth, so
Ian can touch it."

I was revolted at the idea of licking my own ass juices off his cock (I
would be revolted by tasting any person's ass juices on a cock but my own
seemed especially disgusting).  Plus I didn't think I should be doing this
in front of Ian given the example it might set (and I didn't think Peter
should be using the word 'fag' in front of a boy who was just coming out).

I didn't have much time to think about these things as Peter had given me a
command and the look on his face made it clear he expect his order to be
followed.  There was the all too familiar flash of anger in his eyes.  I
didn't want to upset Peter, especially in front of Ian as that could lead
to much worse behaviour and Ian could be the object of that anger.  I was
also now mindful of the fact that Peter had a video of me naked on top of
this 13 year old boy with my adult cock up his ass.

Getting on my knees naked in front of Peter I began to lick his still
softening cock front to back and top to bottom.

Peter let me keep licking it well after I had gotten all the juices (his
cum and my feces) off it.  I knew I had it clean when the bitterness of my
ass juices had gone.  Peter must have known too as it is his cock and he
could feel my tongue thoroughly clean it.  Nevertheless he asked "is my
cock clean fag?"

Taking my mouth off his cock I looked up and said "yes" and when he glared
back down at me I added "SIR."

Again I didn't know if this was a good example to be setting for Ian.

"Go get a wet washcloth fag and wipe your saliva off my big cock," said
Peter.  "Ian might want to put it in his mouth and he doesn't want to taste
and old man's spit."

I blanched.  He called me an old man, and in front of this young boy who
had just had my cock up his ass.  He also referred to his own cock as big
which, while true, was the height of arrogance.

What message was all this sending to a young impressionable boy?

Glancing over at Ian, who had been sitting on the side of the bed naked
watching this unfold, I could see he was still rock hard.  He was clearly
turned-on.  I couldn't know if it was excitement at the prospect of
touching and licking Peter's 'big cock' or he found the dominance Peter was
exerting over me a turn-on.

I walked to the bathroom, self-conscious of my age and my nakedness, and my
small soft cock, and got a wet washcloth.  When I returned Peter was still
standing in the same spot naked in all his glory and Ian still sat in the
same spot on the bed with his hard-on waiting patiently.

Ian was looking Peter up and down and repeatedly staring at Peter's soft
'big cock', the prize, whereas Peter was just staring in the direction of
the bathroom watching me return.

Bending over I wiped off Peter's cock, getting all of my 'old man's' spit
off of it for the young boy, and then got out of the way.

Ian assumed my former position on the floor, kneeling in front of this
blond Adonis.  I went and sat on the bed where Ian had watched me lick
Peter's cock clean to watch this young boy play with the cock of the boy I
worshiped.

That was my master's cock.  I really wasn't pleased Peter was letting Ian
play with it or that he had made me clean it first for the boy.

As soon as I sat on the bed my nostrils were filled with the smell of sex.
My bed reaked of our sweat and most of all of cum.  Glancing over I saw the
huge stain of cum Ian had shot on my bed.  It smelled so strong.

I tried not to think about it.  I didn't want to get a hard-on thinking of
Ian's cum.

Peter had just said this was a one-time thing and soon this dark chapter in
my life, where I had a brush with pedophilia, would be over.  But boy did
this thirteen year old's cum smell strong.  It must be because of his young
age and his puberty hormones because I had been around (and ingested) a lot
of cum and this was exceptionally potent.

Maybe it was because of the volume he had cum.  This had been his first
time and the stain on my bed was huge.  I suspected it had soaked through
the fitted sheet and into the mattress, the stain was so large.

Great, I am never going to get this boy's cum off my bed.

Turning my attention from the cum on my bed, I turned back to the 'main
show' and watched Ian examining Peter's cock, touching it hesitantly.

You could tell he was a novice at sex.  He was holding it like it was fine
crystal and might break and studying like an archeologist might examine a
rare artifact.

The more I watched his hesitancy the more I had to admit Ian was cute.  His
dark hair parted in the centre was dishevelled and a bit matted from our
sex.  He had no hair on his body except for a small patch of pubes.  If I
didn't know he was 13 I would have assumed he trimmed and shaved them but
these were the pubes of a boy who had just started puberty.  They were
spare because they hadn't fully grown in.

Rising above the pubes was a rock hard cock that looked like it was as big
as mine (this boy would give Peter a run for his money in the cock
department in a few years).

As I watched, Ian began exploring Peter's cock a little more
forcefully. Soon he was stroking it and pulling on it before putting his
mouth on it.  It was clear Ian was hoping Peter would get hard and that he
would get to suck 'my' Peter off.  I so didn't want that to happen.  It was
my job to suck Peter off.

I had to laugh when even soft Peter was too big for this young boy's
mouth. If this boy thought he could suck off Peter he was delusional.  It
had taking a number of rapes of my mouth for me to learn to take Peter's
huge cock down my throat.  All the more reason it should be my job and not
his.

I don't know where these thoughts were coming from.  I was clearly jealous
that this school mate of Peter's was getting to play with his cock.

The 13 year old struggled to get the oversized 16 year's cock fully in his
mouth.  He clearly wanted to please the older boy and he was stuffing it in
and fighting the instinct to gag.

"Take your time," said Peter, "there is no rush".

This didn't dissuade the boy who was trying to use his mouth and tongue to
work Peter's cock.  He was desperately trying to get him hard.  I was
sitting on the bed willing Peter not to get hard.  I didn't want this boy
to get to suck Peter off.

The only solice I could take was the Ian was trying so hard it clearly
wasn't giving Ian any pleasure.  His own cock had started to deflate.

"That isn't going to happen," said Peter, to my relief.

Then to my surprise, trying to calm the boy's desperation down, Peter said
"how about you jack off while you play with my cock."

It had taken months before Peter had offered to let me jack off in his
presence or to jack of while sucking on his cock.  He was offering to let
this boy do that the first time.

The boy was undoubtedly disappointed he wasn't going to get to suck Peter
off but he didn't need to be offered the consolation prize twice.  Ian's
hand was immediately on his own cock which immediately inflated to
full-mast.  He began stroking furiously, and just let his mouth wrap around
Peter's manhood.

As he was no longer trying to force an erection out of the older boy Ian
was able to take all of the cock into his mouth easily.  Seemed jacking
while having Peter's cock in his mouth made him a better cocksucker.  Soft
Peter was as big as me hard (and it is harder to take a soft cock down the
throat than a hard one) so that meant he could suck most people's cocks (as
I was average) at only 13.  I must admit I was impressed by the young boy.

I wondered how long until Ian could take Peter hard, a thought that gave me
another pang of jealousy as while Peter clearly didn't want to use this boy
for sex now, because he was so young, Peter might at some point in the
future.  Then why would he need me?  Why would he want me, an 'old man' and
a 'fag' as he had described me to Ian?

Ian was soon sucking hard on Peter's cock.  He was like a calf on its
mother's teat.  Now he was comfortable having the whole thing in his mouth.

I don't know if Ian figured he would try one more time to get the 16 year
old hard or he was just so turned on he wanted to suck hard on Peter's big
cock.  Whatever the case, I was happy it was having no effect on Peter, who
remained soft.

I didn't know if Peter wasn't getting hard because of self-control (not
wanting to get the boy too hooked on him because of his young age and the
fact that they had to go to school together and were in different grades)
or because Peter just wasn't into getting his cock sucked by this young
boy.  Whatever the reason he was a better 'man' than me.  I was, in spite
of myself, now sporting a hard-on watching young Ian suck on the boy I
loved's manhood and admiring both boys' naked bodies.

I wasn't happy Peter's cock was in this boy's mouth even if he was soft,
but the sight of Peter naked always got me hard and this boy was also
turning me on (though I really wished he wasn't as he was only 13).  I also
wished I hadn't sat on the bed near Ian's cum as the smell of his cum made
me keep looking at his hard cock which he was frantically stroking and
picture what it would be like to suck on it and to swallow a load.

It didn't take long and Ian shot, just as I was imagining what it might be
like to take this young boy's load.

God did this boy shoot.  Ian's cock, big for his age, just kept cumming and
cumming.

The first few ropes of Ian's cum shot up about an inch above his cockhead,
but came quickly back down and coated the helmet where they were joined by
more and more cum as it oozed out and ran down the boy's cock and over his
hand, which continued to pump up and down on his cock.

As Ian continued to jack this cum, which was already thick, seemed to get
whipped by his hand and the skin of his cock that was moving up and down on
his cock.  Soon his cock, hand, balls and inner thighs were soaked in a
thick very white creamy froth.

My eyes were wide like saucers as I stared at Ian's cum.  It was so
appetizing.  I desperately wanted to jump on the boy and lick it up.

That whipped cum looked like a sex milkshake and I wanted to drink it.  I
could smell his earlier load on the bed and I thought I could smell this
fresh load directly from his cock.

My cock was so hard I knew I was leaking pre-cum as I watched this 13 year
old fresh batch of cum shoot out of his cock and be churned into cream.

The angel on my left shoulder kept saying "stop staring and drooling, he is
only 13" and the devil on the other shoulder kept saying "you had his cock
in your ass and he came inside you the other night, why not also in your
mouth".

My devil had a point.

Then again, this was the devil who had rationalized having sex with 16 year
old Peter in the first place on the ground he was a young man and not a
teenager and now this devil was pushing for me to have sex, more sex, with
a 13 year old.

I turned bright red from guilt at the thought and looked away.  I should
not be having these thoughts about a 13 year old boy.  Peter said this was
a one-time thing and now that Ian had cum it was over.  This kid would be
out of my life forever.

When I looked back and made eye contact with Peter face I found him staring
at me with a huge grin on his face.  He had caught me staring at Ian and
seen my struggle with my inner demons.  He was fighting the urge to laugh
at my struggle and at my visible lust which must have been written all over
my face and body, especially my hard cock which was leaking copious
quantities of pre-cum.

Peter gestured with his head to the boy in front of him as if to say "you
want him".  Like with the kids at the water park this rattled me and I was
disgusted.  I shook my head 'no' though my hard-on and the bright red blush
on my face told a different story.

Ian had finished cumming and stroking but his cum covered hand still held
his hard cock in his wet lap which was covered in his cum.  He just knelt
there as the cum slowly ran down his cock to his balls and my floor and
continued to suck on Peter's big soft cock.

Having finished revelling in my embarrassment Peter turned his attention
back to Ian.  The boy had finished cumming but was showing no signs of
stopping sucking on his soft cock.

For a boy who was always in control Peter seemed at a loss as to how to
stop the younger boy sucking on his cock without hurting the kid's
feelings.  Then he looked at me and his previous grin turned into an evil
smirk.

Staring me directly in the eyes Peter demanded "do you want to lick Ian's
cock clean."

Did I????!!!!!  There was nothing more I wanted right then.  But I
couldn't, I shouldn't, he was only 13.

In spite of the angel in my head crying out 'he is only 13' I nodded
emphatically.

"I can't hear you," Peter said.

He was going to make me say it out loud for all to hear.  I wanted to taste
this 13 year old's cum.

"I do," I responded.

When Peter shot me a glare, I added "I do sir" slipping immediately into
slave mode, even though I was in this younger boy's presence and mindful of
setting a bad example.

"Ask Ian if he will let you," ordered Peter.  "It's not up to me."

Peter was not going to make this easy.

I was torn about whether or not I should do this and here he was making me
work for it.

Embarrassed I asked the young boy "Ian can I lick your cock clean."

Before Ian could respond Peter barked "beg him".

"Ian sir, can I have the honour of licking your gorgeous cock clean.
Please Ian, it would mean the world to me if I could taste your cum.
Please please sir let me lick your cock and balls for you" I dutifully
begged.

"Don't call him sir," Peter said, the dominance and anger sharp in his
tone.  "I am your master, not Ian."

I was getting more embarrassed by the second.  Here I was begging a 13 year
old to lick up his cum and now 16 year old Peter was saying out loud, in
front of this young boy, that he was my master and I was his slave.

I was so embarrassed that my own hard-on began to go down even though I so
wanted to lick up this frothy cum I saw in front of me dripping off this
young boy's cock and hand.

I didn't like the turn this had taken.  But I also desperately wanted this.
Now more than when Peter first asked.  I had to taste this boy's cum no
matter the cost.

Ian had taken Peter's cock out of his mouth, though had not moved from his
kneeling position in front of the older boy, and was staring at me intently
as this unfolded.  He hadn't taken his hand off his cock, which was covered
in the white froth of whipped fresh cum, and his cock seemed to still be
rock hard (even though he had just cum, for the second time today).

"I think you should call him 'son'," said Peter with a perverse smirk.

I am sure the look of shock on Ian's face was nothing compared to the one
that must have been on mine.  We just stared at each other.

"Ask him again," commanded Peter.  "Beg him for what we all know you want."

"Can I lick your cock clean," I said, and then added "can I son" almost
gagging on the word 'son'.

Ian looked up at Peter unsure what was happening.

Peter was glaring at me so I tried again.  "Son can I taste your cum.
Please son, let me lick up your cum that is on your cock and balls.  I
really really want to lick you clean, son, will you let me have the fresh
cum you produced while sucking on my master's big cock."

This last comment caused the anger to disappear from Peter's eyes, and even
made him break into a big smile.  He clearly liked me acknowledging he was
my master.

Looking down at the young boy kneeling in front of him Peter said "it is up
to you Ian if you want this fag to lick your cum up."

"I do," Ian said meekly.

I had no idea if he actually wanted me to lick his cum or he had just
gotten swept up in this perverse game Peter was playing and had decided to
do what he figured Peter wanted.

Unlike me, Ian's cock was still hard so he seemed to be into it on some
level.  But the way he was looking up at Peter and not at me would suggest
he was just doing this to please the older boy, who he had a crush on, or
might even have been, like me, afraid of Peter's temper which was never far
from the surface and didn't want to offend.

"I think he should clean up your cum from the sheets first," Peter said.

To my surprise, Ian turned to me and said "I do too", and then without any
prompting from Peter said "lick my cum stain off your bed, daddy, and I
will treat you to the fresh load I have just produced."

Peter seemed to beam proudly down at the boy.

I was just floored.

This 13 year old boy had just called me 'daddy'.

My eyes went back and forth between Peter and Ian, who were now both
looking at me.  When I realized they were both serious and there was no way
out of this now I got up on the bed on my hands and knees and began to lick
the 13 year old kid's cum from my sheets.

Sure, this was something I had wanted to do from the second I smelled it,
but I didn't want to do it in this fashion (on my hands and knees in front
of the two boys) or in these circumstances (where now both boys seemed keen
on humiliating me).

After licking the mostly dried cum off my fitted bed sheet Ian (I don't
know if he did this on his own or was encouraged by Peter via some gesture)
said "come over here daddy and lick my cock clean before it dries.  It has
leaked all around my balls and is starting to get annoying.  Hurry daddy.
Lick me clean."

When I looked up from the bed, Ian was still in the same position he had
been, still kneeling on the floor with his hand around his cock, which was
still hard, though most of his cum had run down his cock and had pooled in
his lap or on the floor beneath him.

Peter had dressed and was sitting on a chair watching this unfold.

I quickly got off the bed and got on the floor, again on my hands on knees,
and went down on Ian, licking what little cum remained on the head of his
cock first, and then his hand, and then, when his hand was clean and he had
moved it out of the way, the entire shaft, and then started on his balls.
His cum was as tasty as I imagined and I was trying to get every drop.

As I was doing this Peter decided to give Ian some life lessons (from the
'book according to Peter').

"So Ian," began Peter.  "It is obviously OK to have sex with guys.  I
obviously have done it, in fact as you can see I have my own fag" [at this
turn of phrase I wondered if he had done it with other guys, and weirdly I
took some satisfaction in his calling me his own fag, though I didn't think
too hard on it busy as I was licking the 13 year's cum out of his lap].

"Hell my brother even got paid to fuck this fag's ass." [I was thrown.  Why
would he tell this boy that?  That I had paid for sex was humiliating, but
didn't this compromise his brother?  While I was shocked, Ian's cum was so
delicious I couldn't bring myself to look up at this betrayal of my and
David's confidence.]

Peter went on, "see how greedily he is sucking the cum off your cock and
out of your lap. He is like a dog lapping at a bowl of water." [I had to
admit that, on my hands and knees, licking the cum off Ian's cock and balls
and inner thighs I must have looked like a dog.]

"That is a fag lapping up your cum.  Just because you have sex with guys
doesn't mean you have to be a fag like him.  Now you know what a fag looks
like and how one behaves you will be able to spot them.  Hell, you might
even train one of your own to service you the way this one services me."

By now I had gotten all the cum off of Ian's cock, balls and thighs, and
had even gotten between Ian's legs (which he had kindly spread for me to
gain access) and licked it up off the floor.

Having gotten most if not all of his cum out of his crotch and off the
floor, I decided to give him a blow job, as my face was already in his lap
and his cock was still hard.

Sure I had wanted to suck this boy's cock before, when I was sitting on the
bed watching him stroke, but I did this now in defiance of Peter who was
demeaning me in front of this young boy.  I wanted to redeem myself.  I
wanted to show him I wasn't just some troll who would do what this older
teenager commanded, no matter how humiliating, including licking cum from a
bed sheet or his own ass juices from that teenager's cock (ok I did those
things, but I was also a proud gay man, or had been at one point, and I was
one hell of a cocksucker).

Taking the 13 year old's cock fully into my mouth I used all my skills as a
cocksucker and I had Ian moaning and thoroughly enjoying the blow job which
included practiced deep throating (a skill I had learned by Peter raping my
throat, so I am not entirely sure how this proved I was anything but what
Peter was saying, but I was determined to give this boy an amazing
blowjob).

Once Ian started moaning I was worried that Peter would command me to stop.

Peter was clearly not in the mood to let me have pleasure.  But before he
realized what was happening or before he could stop it (or maybe he let it
happen because what Peter giveth he can taketh away and vice versa) Ian
began to cum.

I had already tasted his cum from both the bed and from his lap but this
cum direct from his cock tasted different.  Maybe it was because the cum on
the bed had started to dry and in his lapit had been whipped into a froth.
Or maybe it was just the thrill of sucking this boy's cock not because
Peter told me but it tasted sweeter.

I thought about taking the entire load in my mouth to savour this prize
that I had gotten without Peter's permission, but I also wanted to bring
this boy pleasure to counteract what degrading things Peter had just said.

So even though I wanted to taste this fresh nectar that was shooting forth
from this 13 year old's cock, I took him all the way down my throat and
using my mouth and throat muscles, as he came, I made him orgasm fully down
my throat and let him cum directly into my stomach.

When he was done, I lifted up and looked at Ian who looked down at me.  He
had a hint of pity on his face (which should have made me feel better but
it made me feel 10 times worse).  A 13 year old kid had pity for the
predicament I now found myself in.

He mouthed the words 'thank you', which was kind in an environment that had
been pretty hostile and humiliating, but I didn't like the fact that this
kid clearly felt bad for the man I had become.

Ian then got up and got dressed and they were both gone with me still naked
on my hands and knees on my bedroom floor.

I was rock hard.

As if I had accepted who and what I was, I stayed on my hands and knees in
my own bedroom.  I licked the floor, trying to taste any remnants of the
young boy's cum, and jacked off.

It didn't take my long and I shot my own load onto the floor of my bedroom,
right near where I had licked up Ian's cum.

Sexually and emotionally spent, I didn't even bother to get up.  My hands
and legs gave out and I curled up in the fetal possession on my hardwood
floor, next to the pool of cum I had just generated, and fell asleep.

I had a 16 year old's cum in my ass and a 13 year old boy's cum on my
tongue and in my stomach.

The 13 year old pitied me, the man he saw humiliated, the man who I had
become.

I just wanted to sleep and make my life go away... and then maybe do it all
over again if Peter would let me.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

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