Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 04:17:26 -0600
From: PT
Subject: Game Time (M/b, bondage)

This is a work of pure fantasy fiction and should not be read if you're not
an adult or if you don't cotton to man-boy sex.

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After a long game, the prospect of company for dinner sounded good.  The
league I was playing in was for masters, an apt description of gentlemen my
age.  Three full days of playing (two games per day) left me feeling pretty
much like a pro athlete must feel.  My only job was to get up, play, rest,
play, eat, rest, ache, party, and sleep.  The next day, it begins over.
That's an indulgent vacation for one my age.  And the mountain scenery makes
it so much the better since the games are played up at an altitude of 8500
feet.

The hastily assembled teams often draw men from all over the country and it
takes a while to hook up with 'friends' even for something as simple as
dinner and walking around.  Never mind 'fooling around'.  It had been a bit
lonely the last day (aside from the games) and finding the team's communal
dinner was my next task.

My rented condo was near the fields, but I had the cell phone of one
teammate so I could hook up with the BYO dinner that was forming at another
condo complex.  It turns out several of the players were staying in the same
complex in the next town.  After a quick call on my cell phone, I got the
directions to the resort which was over in the next valley.  A half hour
drive brought me to the party, which was in a condo much like mine.

A lot of the players brought their families, so there were about 15 people
there (only a quarter of the team showed up).  Of course, since I am of the
'peach fuzz' persuasion, my eyes quickly went to the boys.  There were two,
either of which I would love to have, but couldn't drool openly in front of
the 'rents.  I simply snatched sightings when I could as they played and ate
with the two girls that were there.

As the evening wore down, people began to leave and the kids started getting
tired.  One of the parents summoned his two kids to go since the youngest,
his daughter, was clearly fading.  But the son protested and wanted to stay.
Since a couple of us were from the same condo area as him, his dad relented
to letting us take the kid back.  So he left.

As the evening started to close, the boy came over and snuggled into the
easy chair that was next to mine.  I had been using the foot cushion which
as quite large.  After a few minutes, he reversed his position and put his
head down at the foot end of the foot cushion and his feet up in the chair.
He was face down where my feet had been and laid out for inspection.  Nice.
I could take a long slow eyeful since he was right in front of me and no
guilt could be attached.

He was 10 (I found out later), medium build and nowhere near skinny.  Still
a bit of 'baby fat', but a solidly built boy with big hands and poised to
grow soon.  He had freckles, short reddish hair, and was wearing a T-shirt,
shorts, sneakers.  He had a great bubble butt behind that I would have loved
to grab.  I rearranged my shirt to hide a raging stiffy.

If that wasn't bad enough, he drifted into dreamy revelry the way kids do
and pulled his wrists under his crotch.  He was humping his hands, unabashed
and openly, in front of everyone.  It wasn't violent humping, just the
quiet, sneaky type of humping.  Just slow and deliberate, now and then,
shifting weight and sneaking a mild hump.

The boy was clearly horny.

And he was putting on a show for me without even thinking about it.  I'm
sure he didn't realize I was watching.  I'm sure everyone else noticed, but
conversation went on and everyone else was ignoring the kid's indiscretion.
That's just the way kids are and I guess everyone else was content to let it
happen.  Maybe they enjoyed it too, who knows.  It went on for maybe 20
minutes.

I was very horny.

If nobody else was there, I'd kneel down and cup those buns in 10 seconds
flat.  Or maybe put my feet on the side of his butt and rock him around to
watch him hump more.  Truth is, I'd love to have him stripped and bound,
bondage being my thing.

After a while, it was clear that the only other person who could take him
back was getting blotto.  Most of the other players were from the same
college and chums do knock a few too many back.  The other driver would be
staying put for the night.  So the task of bringing the horny pup back to
civilization went to me.

As we left for my condo area, it began snowing.  Freak storms often come up
in the mountains this time of year.  You can't see them coming up over the
next valley and they're on you in no time.  It was only August, and I wasn't
prepared for this.  My car's low to the ground and didn't have snow tires.
Getting back on the highway went fine, but a truck has spun out up ahead and
we had to take the long way around, a two-hour drive.  I pulled out the map
and found one of those 'blue line' back roads over the pass and decided to
try it.  As we went over the first ridge, the snow started coming down
heavily.  It was becoming clear I had really messed up and should have
stayed put.  I would have to find shelter fast.

We came up over a ridge to a valley crossroad with three houses and a bar of
all things.  The bar was closed, but one house was still lit up.  I knocked
and inquired about a room for the night.  I brought the pup to make sure
they knew I had to have a room.   (His name was David but I'm going to call
him pup in this article).  The matronly lady looked us up and down and
invited us in.  The pup was shivering in his T-shirt and shorts (just what I
wanted him to do really - we had to have a room).  She told me she only had
one room out in the barn, but we'd be welcome to it for the night.  Three
cell phone calls later, I located the pup's dad and told him the situation.
He agreed, we should stay put and weather it over.  There probably wouldn't
be a game tomorrow anyway.

I accepted the offer and the lady took me back out to the barn through the
snow that was now 3-4 inches deep.  To be precise, it was a shed attached to
the barn, probably to house a worker.  She opened the door and showed me the
room by flashlight.  It was unheated and had no facilities, but it has a
roof and a bed.  She fetched several large blankets and we were set.

To tell you the truth, I was horny a bit about sleeping with the kid.  But I
was freezing too.  And truth be known, while I still fantasize about tying
up kids - that's just a memory left over from my childhood when I was a kid
and did bondage all the time.  Since my middle teen years, I've never messed
with a kid.  After all, they have their own lives to live and have to drag
their own behinds through the world.  That's hard enough without me
interfering with their budding sexuality.  So I leave them alone really.

I borrowed the flashlight and the household went back to its business.  I
got the kid out to the shed, wrapped him in a blanket, and made the bed.  He
took one look at it when I said I was done, stripped naked, and climbed
under the covers!  Shivering.  I got one quick look at his behind as it
slipped under the covers.

Wow.

I bolted the door.

There was no way out of this and I didn't want anybody coming in.  I really
didn't think I would have the boy, but I was fairly sure there would be
incidental contact at a minimum.  I usually sleep nude, but I left my boxers
on for this - and climbed into bed.  I was still horny but figured it would
pass by notice.

Sure - incidental contact.  The pup snuggled up to me in 2 seconds flat and
wrapped himself around anything warm he could find.  What an amazing rush of
conflicting sensations.  A naked boy with the smell I loved so much, soft,
shivering, and snuggling tenderly to me for warmth.  Cold knees, cold feet,
cold arms, cold ears, and cold belly - heck, one cold kid.

I had let the boy down; I had let his parents down.  I had put him in a
position where he had no dignity left and was forced to cling to me in his
nakedness for protection.  And I was enjoying it.  How's that for guilt?

I wrapped my arms around him, hugged him tenderly, and snuggled my warm
breath near his ear in what passes for a soothing kiss.  I didn't mean to
excite him, I was just trying to warm him up and make me feel better.  Sure,
I was already horny, but that wasn't the idea.  Anyway, he drew in a fast,
noisy breath, stiffened his body for a moment, and closed in on me.  He was
already close in to be sure, but this was different.

He was ON me now - as in sexual.  He hadn't moved really, but there was a
difference.  His arms, that were once just around me, were now FEELING me.
It's hard to describe.  His legs that were once next to me were now wrapped
around my leg.  He paused after drawing in that breath raised his head to
look at my chest in the dark, and just as quickly, his mouth found my
breast!

A naked ten-year-old boy was suckling me!

I froze.  Fear and horniness.  So what now?  My instinct was to push his
head off my tit.  Heck, I'm not a mom.  And there was an amazing amount of
suction.  My first reaction was that I couldn't believe mom's put up with
this. It hurt really.  But I didn't have long to wait in my indecision.

He was humping me.

Right on my leg.  I know it was just instinct on his part.  To tell the
truth, he was absorbed in suckling and probably didn't realize what he was
doing.   He had his legs around my right leg and was humping it!  He'd suck
for a second or two, pause, resume sucking and hump rapidly for three or
four seconds.  They were rapid, little humps, maybe 5 a second.  I guess he
humped around half the time and sucked most of the time.  Anyway, who was
counting.  It wasn't on my privates or anything.  I don't think he even
thought about mine.

He had a tit and it was his to have - and his behind bucked to an age old
imperative.

I lost it and came.  Sad to say, there was no stopping it, period.  It
happened only seconds after he started humping me.   OK - that's
embarrassing to confess.   He knew I did something because I fairly squeezed
the life out of him.  So now what?  I was soaked and I didn't want him to
know about it.

"Wait a minute".  I rolled him off me, turned my back on him, whipped off my
boxers, dried off my middle, and threw them on the floor to dry.  Freeze
really; it was around 32 in the room.  I slipped back under the covers.  I
don't think he knew what I did, but he was happy to have me back and was on
me again after a brief moment of awkwardness.

I know.  This is where all the stories get into heavy sex.  But to tell the
truth, it was fairly innocent by those standards.  He reached over and
groped my middle.  Yes, it was hard as a rock.  It was dark and his hand
roamed over my stiffie, feeling the dimensions and texture, length, width.
He was comparing.  That's more or less natural I suppose.  The rest of the
night, he suckled more and humped some after he began to drift off.  Truth
be known, I humped the boy when he was asleep, three or four times.  It
wasn't so he'd notice; I just cupped him under me and did it without
crushing him about it.  No penetration or anything, just creaming the
boymeat I was given!  I was too horny to even think about getting the pup
all crusty and smelly.  I just took him.

In the morning, he was first awake and shook me trying to look around.  I
looked at his boyish ears, freckles, and red hair in the new light.  Him?
He wasn't looking at me.  He was avoiding my gaze in his juvenile attempt to
save face and not acknowledge the night's activity.  Besides, he was still
naked and lying along side of me.  Just not suckling!

I got up and looked outside.  There was snow halfway up to the totally
frosted window and the sun was just coming up.  We weren't going anywhere
for a few hours and there would be no game for sure.

I jumped back into bed as he watched.  It was clear he had seen my patch of
pubic hair and it put him off.  He recoiled some.  That's probably natural
for any boy, gay or straight.  I figured he's probably straight anyway.  He
turned his back to me and pulled the blankets over his head.

I thought about it a while and it just came out of me.  I don't know where I
got the nerve to say what I said.

"Want to be tied up?"

I figure I counted to 5 in my head.  It was absolutely still.  Then he turn
on his tummy, pulled the covers back some and looked straight into my eyes.
He had no smile, just a crazed serious look that boys in lust do get.  I
love that look.  And he didn't say anything.  I waited another 5 seconds.

"Want to be tied up?"

Still that crazed serious look.

"We can use your laces".

And then a moment I'll never forget.  Said he,

"OK - TIE ME UP!"

It was freezing, but he threw back the covers, got up kneeling on the bed
with his back to me and put his hands behind his back!  He had been tied up
before, it was clear.  I told him to get back under the blankets.

Boys are literally walking bondage opportunities.  They walk around as a
complete bondage kit containing one boy and two laces.   It's sort of handy
really. Every boy (except those with loafers on) comes with enough emergency
rope supply (his 2 laces) to tie his hands and feet tightly.  How nice for
me!

I took out his two laces and snuck back under the covers.  He was already on
his tummy with his hands tucked under his chest.  I said, "Put your hands
behind".  He still had that serious look.  He threw back all the blankets
forcibly, showing his full naked body, and put his hands behind his back.  I
got up on the bed and knelt straddling his knees.  What a great sight, a
juicy naked boy submitting with his hands back on his behind - ready to be
tied up

A young colt offering up his behind to be bound.

He watched me out of the corner of his eye as I crossed his wrists and tied
them tightly, circling them crossways and knotting them tightly together.  I
tied his ankles together side by side and cinched them around the middle.
He was bound and would not get loose.  He looked as delectable as he did on
that footrest.

Now, I cupped his behind.

The freezing air got to me again and I pulled the blankets back over us.
And I stared under the blankets as I peeked at my bound pup.  I put the
blankets back down and snuggled over some.  This was the moment of truth -
or so I thought.

There's some sort of denial that goes on in the dark.  In my thoughts, the
night's activities were forgotten; a dream that had no import.  It wasn't
really sex, was it?  Somehow, in the cold light of day, going any further
would seem like actual sex.  Go figure.

"Can you get loose?"

He wasn't trying really.  But he gave it a few tugs. "No"

"Ever been tied up before"

There was an immediate indignant reply "NO!"

This gave me pause.  Where was this coming from?  There was some process
going on inside my pup where he has to make out as if this was all being put
upon him.  Like he didn't really want to be tied up.  No, of course not.  If
he acted indignant, it would be OK.  It really wasn't him who offered to be
tied up naked.  Plausible deniability in his own mind I suppose.

I left the boy his dignity in a way.  I thought about it for a while as I
cupped his behind again to see his reaction.  He was horny again to be sure.

"OK, rules are you've got 3 minutes to get loose or you pay the penalty"

If it's a game, that's OK in his mind.  After all, everybody probably plays
by the rules. Don't they?  After a pause he said "What penalty?"

"I get to do what I want before I untie you."

He set about trying to get loose.  He squirmed around and sat up some.  I
counted down the minutes like some serious athletic referee while he tried
to 'compete'.  Truth is, he was putting on a show for me.  For those of you
fond of reproductive organs - yes, he was sporting a nice stiff four incher
with no hair.  I'm just not much into that - go figure.  I know, it's a bit
of a waste and others would do more.  But hey, that's life.

"Time's up" I said as I pulled the covers back over him.

He looked me straight in the eye again and fell silent once more with that
serious look.

"You have to do what I say, then I'll untie you"

Right away he said "What is it?"   This was his first look of true
innocence.

"You're supposed to do a kiss, right on the lips"

His eyes grew huge, and he realized he was trapped.  I think this is the
first time I saw that in him.  I took some pity and let him off the hook.

"Don't worry. Come one, lets get back under"

I pulled the covers over snug and waited.  Silence.  He turned away then
turned back with that same look and said "OK"

"OK what?"

"I'll do it"

I pulled back the blanket and left the sheet on.  After all, a bound naked
boy with a sheet on him feels clothed, doesn't he?  I moved over him, rolled
him on his side, grasped him tightly, and pulled him over me in one motion.
He was on my chest and his knees straddled my leg.

I caressed his behind with both hands.

Spontaneously, he placed his nose on mine and left it there for what seemed
like an eternity.  Boy breath is such a sweet smell.  I waited a long time
while he did this.

I grabbed the hair on the back of his neck roughly with one hand and closed
in.  He fairly melted as we kissed.  He stiffened and humped.  The sex that
he could not hide came out but couldn't escape the ropes that would not
give.  I think he came.  I sure did.  There was no denying it now; I was
having my bound pup.  Yep - sex.

I'd like to say more happened, but that's about the limit.  I eventually
untied him and we went on about our business of denying it ever happened.
We called in, dug out the car, and headed for breakfast.  I turned him over
after that and headed home since there were to be no more games - soccer or
otherwise.