Date: Wed, 15 Sep 1999 20:03:32 EDT From: Hidden12@aol.com Subject: Eric Chapter 11 (M/t cons bond) This piece was actually one of the first ones I wrote about three years ago in response to an interest in bondage, whereas Chapter 10 was fresh from the keyboard. Again, I won't claim that all the chapters are clearly linked in terms of a tight plot, but expect that most will enjoy them anyway. I have two to three more installments before the current stockpile runs out. Although there are several GREAT ideas in the works, some provided by readers, the time to write is scarce. I suspect that in about 2 years we will go through the entire process of reposting again, after I edit some stories and fill in holes with new creations. I continue to be indebted to a reader that takes the time to edit my grammar prior to posting. Undoubtedly any mistakes contained below are a result of my tinkering with the script after he has reviewed it. As always, comments are welcome. Chapter 11 (Late in the summer.) (a cool early September evening) I carefully laid thin cedar twigs on the iron grate, covering the ball of newspaper below. Progressively larger pieces of wood quickly joined the pile. In the semi darkness of the candle's flickering light, I struck a match, its dazzling light quickly fading to a golden glow as I reached to ignite the careful pile I'd laid in the fireplace. Soon the faint scent of red cedar filled the room, a glow grew brighter as it warmed my face. Once the fire was established I added three arm-sized logs of oak, they would burn more slowly throughout the cool early September evening. Turning, I surveyed the room in the ruddy light cast by the fire and by two flickering candles. Behind me now, the fire crackled and warmed my backside. To my left stood a large freestanding cabinet similar to a German shrunk and an old wooden chair. To my right there was a small single bed and a sawhorse with a rolled up wool blanket across the top. But it was the sight to my front that brought my senses alive; there was the love and passion of my life. Going to the cabinet, I took a bottle of clear oil and poured some into my hands. The smell of leather poured out of the cabinet and invaded my nose with its pleasant scent. Beyond the crackle of the fire, a few creaks in the room, Pink Floyd played softly in the background. Oil in my hands I covered the object hanging upright until it fairly glowed in the flickering light. From the tips of his ears to between his toes, I carefully covered every inch of Eric's soft boyskin in oil making it gleam as he stood on the tips of his feet. Each ankle glinted as the stainless steel D ring sewn into his restraints caught the light. A week ago, I had sewn on anklets of soft leather with their silvery ring. Until now, we had done nothing with them. Eric had taken to them as a new and natural part of his life, wearing them openly when at home, and simply covering them with socks while in public. Each anklet was connected to a ring bolted to the floor by a short piece of chain with a hook at each end. This kept his feet apart giving me open access to his most private of parts. While his leather clad ankles had been a major erotic turn on in the last week, my eyes traveled up his legs, glistening muscles and soft skin to his groin. His erect young dick stood proud of his hairless crotch, held out by the leather cockring and ball separator that bound his 15 year old cock. Reflecting the firelight, a drop of precum gathered at its tip as it twitched in the still air. Running my hands over his bare ass and across his inner thighs, I traveled up across his taut swimmer's abdomen to tweak at his nipples jutting out into the semidarkness from small brown circlets. Small tufts of brown hair caressed my fingertips as I moved past his underarms and upwards to where Eric's hands were bound together in leather wrist restraints at the end of a chain bolted to the ceiling joists. Stepping back, I marveled at the sight before me: Eric; bound hand and foot virtually hanging from the ceiling, naked, gleaming with oil, erect with cockring dark against his ivory skin, mouth filled with a red rubber ball strapped in place, and eyes covered with a black bandanna. There were no safe words- only trust and mutual need. He had come willingly, entering our special room silently, having been blindfolded outside. Once inside our new paradise I undressed him; the rest you've heard already. Taking one of the two guttering candles in hand I circled him, trying to drink in each sensuous curve of this boy bound before me- from the curve of his calves, to the dimples in his ass cheeks, to the points of his nipples, to the partially covered handsomeness of his face. Each random place I looked, I dripped hot wax from the candle. Each unexpected point of heat caused Eric to jerk in the chains, making his penis bob in the air until it too, like his nipples, was partially covered in wax. With my still oily hands I stroked his straining boy dick while my other hand buried itself in the warm cleft of his ass. My slick fingers began to tap at his hole while my hand slowly jacked him off. After I could get two fingers deep into his hot bottom, I selected a thin flexible vibrator from the cabinet. Returning to my boy suspended from the ceiling, I turned the vibrator on next to his ear allowing him to hear the thing before I caressed his nipples and then his cock before I slid it into his crack. Slowly I tipped it to press against his now well fingered asshole. Twisting and pushing gently, I soon had the buzzing device buried to the hilt in this teenager's willing butt. Pushing the end around I angled the vibrator in a 360-degree pattern, particularly pleased as Eric jumped in his restraints as I touched his prostate. Extracting the vibrator I returned to the cabinet. Selecting a pair of nipple clamps with a gleaming chrome chain between them I turned with a smile to face my unexpecting friend. "I think you'll like this." I said with the first words of the evening since entering this special room. With each hand I rubbed, tweaked and pulled at his boyish nips until they stood red and erect. Then without warning, I attached the rubber padded clamps to his teats. A slight cry escaped the gag as Eric s body swayed in the chains. With my forefinger, I gently tugged at the chain as it crossed his now sweating sternum. Each tug made my boy shake and writhe in the chains. Again selecting a larger cock shaped dildo from the closet, I lubed it up and returned my attention to Eric's hot ass and hairless cock. Soon I had him desperately trying to fuck himself on the dildo as I held it steady while my other hand stroked his dick fevorously. I watched as his knees became weak, transferring more of his weight to his arms chained to the ceiling. With one final buck of his hips to set the dildo deep in his ass, Eric began to squirt his seed into my hand. As his cum started to drip through my fingers, I rubbed it across his sweating chest, making sure to rub across the tips of his nipples sticking out from the edges of their restraining clamps. Now that he had cum once, I began to think about my own raging erection. Back at the cabinet, I rummaged through the odd collection of stuff. There were light whips, clamps, leather thongs, buttplugs, vibrators, candles, and a pair of tight leather shorts with cord lace on the sides that drove me wild when he wore them. Picking up a half inch wide smooth leather collar with a subdued buckle, I walked over to my hanging love. Removing the gag, I kissed him deeply as I reached up to grab the buckle on the collar. "Now you're really mine, boy; any time I want I'll put a leash on you and take you out naked in the world, shaved clean, wearing only this collar and your anklets," I threatened, returning to the cabinet of wonders shrouded in darkness. My attention then settled on a set of rubber balls connected by a length of cord. Picking them up in my hand I studied them in the faint light. The five red balls were each about an inch and three quarters in diameter with about five inches of cord in between. After lubing them up well, I wiped off my hands and returned to Eric's now slack frame. "What's the matter, you think you're done because you've cum once? You can do better than that!" I said with a slap to his ass. Immediately Eric's head snapped back up. "I think I want you to watch what's coming," I said untying the blindfold from his eyes. I liked the slap to his butt; placing the front of my body against his to steady it, I spanked him several more times until his butt shown red in the light. Each slap brought his dick up a little until it stood erect against my leg, again oozing precum. "So you like that, do you?" I asked quietly. Eric nodded his head in mute reply. Unhooking his wrist restraints from the ceiling chain I whispered very softly in one ear, "And I know you'll like this even more." Leading him by the collar, I walked him over to the padded sawhorse. Forcing him to bend over until his belly rested on the rolled up blanket I clipped his wrist restraints to his anklets with a double ended snap hook. Eric's smooth ass was now thrust up in the air, loosely puckered, freshly invaded asshole exposed for my personal pleasure. Lubing him up again, I began to press the first of the red balls into his young boy ass. One after another disappeared into his hot hole, the lips of his ass expanding and then snapping shut around the ball, until just the very last one peeked out from his dilated opening. Each ball going in made my boys legs stiffen and chest heave. I could hear his deep breathing, although he said nothing now that the gag was removed. Wrapping the last several inches of the cord around two fingers I asked Eric, "Do you know what's going to happen next?" Looking down at him, I saw a shake of his head side to side. "Well, you're about to find out!" With the last syllable I tugged on the cord ejecting the last ball stuck in his ass with a loud "plupf." At irregular intervals I pulled the remaining four balls from deep within the bowels of my young lover. Eric kept up a wail of ecstasy after the first ball popped out; getting louder each time I plucked another ball from his clutching ass. After the last ball came out, I wiped the excess lube from his bud with a towel. Leaning over to examine the now totally dilated sphincter, I stuck my tongue out to caress the hot ridges of his hole before plunging in as deep as I could. Eric's back jerked up, making the snap hooks rattle as they jerked him back. Removing my tongue, I thumb fucked him for a moment before releasing the snap hooks holding him bent over the sawhorse. I laid Eric out on the floor, his back padded by a deep rubber mat. Standing over him facing his feet, I stroked my dick a few times lubing it up and readying it for what was next to come. I pulled his legs up into the air until Eric's whole weight rested on his shoulderblades and arms holding his waist in the air. Knees bent and thighs slightly splayed, Eric's boy cock jutted down towards his face while his waiting hole pointed up. Standing with my feet at his armpits, my butt cheeks holding is legs back, I held the base of his spine in one hand while the other hand guided my straining dick into his hot young hole. With one long plunge I flexed my knees to drop my cock into his ass. "Jack yourself off; I wanna see you eat your cum, little boy!" I growled as I worked to do the knee bends that drove my hard dick deep into the tight velvety depths of my young lover. It wasn't long before looking over my shoulder as I fucked his vertical ass, I could see long ropy strings of his warm cum fly from his cock and land all over his face and into his open mouth. Feeling myself near climax, I pulled out of his ass, pushing his legs back down to the floor before straddling his face. Jacking my cock the final moments, I let fly with my load into his ovaled mouth, tongue sticking out, as I held his head up with my right hand. I watched as spurt after spurt flew from my engorged cock into the boy's mouth, pooling there and lying on his lashing tongue as his throat clutched to swallow it all. After we'd lain there, bodies entwined in a spent mass, I released Eric from some of the restraints. The anklets were sewn on and I intended they stay on until the school year began again after the holiday vacation. The small leather collar I left on for now as well. Kissing him gently, cradling his head in my hands, I looked into his bright youthful eyes sparkling in the dying light of the fire. "Thank you, Eric. Thank you very much "I said hugging him close. I was pleased and reassured by the vigorous hug he returned. He had fulfilled one of my deepest fantasies. Later after showering together quietly, I fell asleep with this delightful boy in my arms, one hand resting on his neck and that leather collar that bound him to me, but also me to him. My last conscious breaths before sleep descended were pleasantly filled with the raw sent of leather. That night I dreamt of Eric.