Date: Fri, 6 Oct 2006 02:21:10 EDT
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 16

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All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
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Games With Stefan

by eddyriha

Chapter #16-Weekend at My House (Part 8)

After I had filled the tub with warm, sudsy water, and before I helped
Stefan climb in, I tied his hands behind his back.  The minute we had
stepped into the bathroom, I had caught him touching his dick, and there
was no way that boy was gonna jack off, if I had anything to say about it.
After all, he hadn't been able to touch himself for nearly twenty-four
hours, and I could tell he was wanting to get a good wank while in the tub.

I let him soak for awhile, to get all the sweat and piss fully off his
skin.  In the meantime, I prepared us breakfast, pancakes with syrup.  Mine
would be on a plate at the table, while Stefan's would be in the bowl he'd
been eating from all weekend, on the floor by the back door.

Then I went back to the bathroom to see how Stefan was doing.  He was
slouched in the tub, his face (and not much else) above the water.

I said, "I think I should soap up your back."

He nodded and rolled over, lifting his upper half enough out of the water
so I could soap him.  Of course, his bound arms were in the way, but I
pulled them up so I could reach his back without obstruction.  He winced a
little, as that placed him in an awkward, somewhat painful position.  But I
took no notice, and in a matter of a couple of minutes I had soaped him up
from head to butt crack, rubbing the soap into his back with my left hand
as the right held his arms up..

Releasing his arms, I was about to tell him to swish the soap off his back,
when I took another look at his ass.  Damn, but I wanted to fuck it so
badly!

Then I thought about it.  What was there to keep me from fucking him right
then, right there?  I was naked, as I hadn't bothered putting on any
clothes since I'd awakened that morning.  And, if I needed any further
convincing, my dick was already fully erect and was leaking precum.  The
only thing that made me pause was the pain Stefan had been in yesterday.

"Oh, fuck it!" I said to myself.  "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
Not that "man" here was anything more than figurative language.  After all,
I was fifteen and Stefan thirteen.

I stepped into the bathtub and knelt over Stefan.  He knew what (or rather
who!) was coming, and he tried to squirm his ass out of my way.  But I
caught his back and held him in place.

"Please, please," was all he said.

"As you wish," I replied.  I knew he'd been trying to get me to stop, but I
wasn't going to.  I lathered some soap in my hands, then wiped some of it
into his hole, which was now pointed up at me.  I felt around until I
touched his prostate, before I massaged it with two fingers.  His whole
body started to buck and tremble to the motion of my fingers.  I leaned
over him and whispered into his ear, "You know you want my hard cock up
your ass, boy.  You want it, and you're gonna get it."

He was still trembling all over as he nodded.  I pulled my fingers out of
his hole and, without any further delay, I forced my thick five-inch cock
in.

He gasped for a moment, and I paused, my cock buried all the way inside my
lover.  For a moment, I wondered if I was being too hard on him, by forcing
him to let me fuck him so soon after Sandro had hurt him.  But then, the
feeling of Stefan's tight sphincter tightening around my shaft got the
better of me.  I grabbed Stefan around the waist, half lifting him out of
the water, and I pushed him against the wall at the upper end of the
bathtub.  His chest hit the wall with a loud THWACK! as I forced him into
place.  Now I could control him as I pulled back my hips, then rammed them
forward, pushing my cock as far into his ass as I could possibly go.
Thrust after thrust, slamming him into the wall and causing water to splash
out of the tub with every stroke of my cock in his tight hole.  I nuzzled
my lips against the back of his neck, then (before I realized what I was
doing) I began biting the tanned skin.  With every thrust in, I bit again,
and still he didn't cry out.  I kept up this pace for a few minutes before
my cock erupted inside him and I let out a yell.

As my dick softened and slipped out of his ass, I rested my face against
his now reddened neck.  I looked at the skin: I had given him a large
hickey.  I hadn't really done that before, at least nothing that large and
sore.  I gently sprinkled some water against the skin, and he leaned back
into me, his eyes closed.  I looked down and saw he was still fully erect,
so I reached my left hand down and slowly jerked him until his dick began
jumping and twitching in its own orgasm.

After we both rinsed off the soap and suds with the shower, and I ran the
massage function of the fancy new shower head my dad had installed a month
before (the kind of shower head that can unhook from the wall and be held
in any position, pointed in any direction) all over both of us, I toweled
myself off, then helped Stefan out of the tub and toweled him down.

Then we went into the kitchen, where I served up the pancakes and syrup.
Of course, Stefan found it a real challenge to eat his syrupy pancakes from
the catfood bowl while he was kneeling, his hands bound behind his back.
But I made him eat up-or rather, lick up-every crumb, and while he was
finishing up, I headed to my bedroom to put on a pair of shorts, before I
went into the garage to gather the materials for today's adventure.

When I returned to the kitchen, he was just finishing up the last crumbs of
the pancakes.  I wiped off his sticky, syrupy face with my tongue, then
with a handy dishcloth.

Then I set about preparing for the next game.  I untied Stefan's hands and
brought them in front of him.  I tied each wrist to the opposite ends of a
rope, which ran across his midsection and allowed his arms to hang loosely
at his sides.  Then I took a hollow metal pipe I'd retrieved from the junk
box beneath my father's workbench, and I slid it in front of his elbows and
behind his back, thus pulling his elbows back and tightening the rope
across his waist.  I ran a rope through the hollow pipe and tied one loose
end to the middle of the other end.  Then I tied a third rope completely
around his waist, leaving a loose end hanging behind him that was as long
as the rope dangling from the pipe.  Finally, I secured the dog collar
(with its leash still attached) around his neck.  And I dressed him in a
pair of my old shorts, which were a bit tight on him.  Standing behind him,
I had a perfect view of the curves of his ass and the indentation that was
his ass crack.

All this while, Stefan didn't say a word.  He had no idea what I was
planning, but he knew better than to pester me with questions.

Picking up the five-foot long, half-inch wide leather strap I'd found in
the junk box (a leather strap with metal tabs embossed at each end to keep
it from fraying) and a water bottle I'd just filled at the kitchen sink, I
led my boy downstairs into the garage and the to the back door.  At the
door, he turned and gave me an inquiring look, almost a plea not to be
taken outside tied up like that.

"Outside," I said.  "You have work to do, slave."

Once we were walking across the back lawn, the early morning heat struck us
in the face.  Even in the shaded backyard, it was already well on its way
to becoming a scorcher.  The hottest day of the summer, and I was going to
make my slave work hard.  He might not like it, but it was all part of the
game.

I prodded him from behind, urging him to continue walking across the open
back lots and into the woods.  Once there, and already damp with sweat, I
had him pause while I dropped his shorts.  He wiggled his hips, trying to
keep me from removing his last bit of dignity, but without much effort I
had his shorts down at his ankles and lifted his feet one at a time out of
them.  Then I picked up his shorts and stuck them in the rear pocket of my
shorts.

"But someone might see us!"

"So?" I asked.  "What does that matter?"  Actually, I was quite nervous
about that, but given the heat at this hour of the morning, I knew that the
chances of us being surprised by anyone in the woods were slim.  No one
wandered into the woods on a hot day like this, except for me.  Since we
didn't have air conditioning in our house, it didn't make sense to lie
around the house sweating.  Might as well head into the woods, where it was
often a little cooler.

Anyway, I walked Stefan through the woods without encountering anyone.  The
whole way I had a continuous look at his ass sway and shift as he took each
step.  When we reached the end of the path on the other side of the woods,
I pulled on the leash, bringing Stefan to a halt.

"Here we are," I said.  He looked at me, uncertain of what I meant.  I
pointed to a pile of ten-foot logs lying beside the trail.  My father had
cut a couple of dead trees down before he went on vacation, but hadn't had
the time and energy to move all of the wood to our house.  So moving the
wood was on my "to do" list, when the folks headed on their trip.  As
usual, I had procrastinated doing the chores.  The past few days I'd had a
perfectly valid reason for not doing the work-but a reason I couldn't
exactly tell my parents when the returned!  So I had decided to make use of
my slave.  Stefan would help me move all the logs.

As I reached down to pick up one of the loose rope ends and tie it to one
of the logs, Stefan finally realized what all this meant.  "You want me to
haul all this shit?" he asked.  The sweat was already trickling down his
forehead, the middle of his chest, between his shoulder blades.

"You are my slave," I said matter-of-factly as I tied the second loose rope
end to the log.  I knew these logs were not too heavy; they just looked
heavy because they were ten-feet long.  But this wood was old and dry.
Dragging each log using the harness I had made for Stefan would be a
nuisance more than a heavy burden.

"I'm not doing it," Stefan said.

"Yes, you are," I replied.  I was not in the mood to be talked back to by
my slave.  Besides, what was he going to do?  He couldn't untie himself
from the harness, and I already had tied the loose rope ends to the log.
He was either going to pull it back to my house, or he was going to be
stuck here until someone came along and untied him.  I certainly wasn't
going to do that.

"Fuck you," he said.  "You can fucking go to hell."

I unrolled the leather strap I was carrying.  "What did you say to me, you
fucking slave?"

Stefan didn't flinch when he saw the strap in my hand.  "I said I'm not
doing this fucking shit."

I raised my right arm.  The metal tab at the free end of the strap glinted
in the sunlight.  "Start pulling, boy, or you're gonna be one sorry
motherfucker."

But Stefan remained in place.  "Fuck you, he said.

This was so unlike Stefan.  I began to wonder if he wasn't deliberately
provoking me into giving him a whipping.  But whether or not he intended
that, that was what he was going to get.

I moved to a spot behind him, but he turned to face me.  I only wanted to
lash his back, but since he had moved, he'd get it in his chest.  So I
swung the leather strap, and it made a loud "SNAP!" when it struck his
skin.

"Owww!" he exclaimed.  "What the fuck did you do that for?"

"There's more where that came from," I replied.  "SNAP!" the strap slapped
against his ass.

"Stop it!" he demanded.  But when I struck him three more times with the
strap, his resistance was weakening.  "Please," he said.  "I'll do what you
want, sir."

"That's better," I said as I started walking away.  "Follow me."

I heard him strain and breathe heavily as he slowly began pulling the log
I'd tied to his harness.  It wasn't all that heavy; I wouldn't have given
him any task that would be impossible for him to complete.  He was just
being a lazy son of a bitch, and both of us knew it.

I was maybe fifty feet ahead of him on the trail and had just rounded a
corner when I heard the voices.  I froze instantly, straining to see ahead.
I was about to turn back to tell Stefan to hide, when I realized the voices
weren't coming from up ahead.  They were behind us.  "Oh, shit!" I muttered
as I started to round the bend in the trail.

"What the fuck is this?" I heard someone say distinctly.  They had caught
up to Stefan.  I was now at the bend and, ducking behind some underbrush, I
positioned myself so I could see what was happening.

Stefan had stopped hauling the log, and he was surrounded by three boys.  I
knew them all too well.  Ricky, Larry, and Gary were brothers who
terrorized most of the kids in the neighborhood, but they rarely gave me
any grief.  Ricky, three years older than me, was a player whose reputation
for partying and womanizing was well-established.  He also reputedly had
the longest cock in town, or at least that's what all the girls said.
Larry, a year older than me, was simply weird.  In the fort behind their
house, he once had tried to convince me to do things with him-things not
much different from the stuff Stefan and I did-but I didn't trust him, so I
got the hell out of there as quickly as I could.  He was the kind of guy
who would sweet talk you into letting him tie you up, and then he'd go real
medieval on your ass.  As much as I loved to subject Stefan to all kinds of
things, I never would do anything that would really hurt him.  I loved him
too much.  The third brother, Gary, was halfway between my age and
Stefan's.  He was just a bully, a thug, no brains, just a lot of swagger.
He didn't mess with me, though, especially after I roughed him up one day,
when he tried to pick a fight with me.

If there'd only been one of them, I'd have gone right up and rescued
Stefan.  If there had been two, the same.  But all three. . . .  I'd have
to watch and see what happened.

Ricky lifted up Stefan's chin, so that the boy was forced to look into the
older teen's eyes.  "What's going on here?" he asked.

Stefan didn't answer.  But Larry, standing to one side, suddenly whistled.
"The faggot's got a boner!" he exclaimed.  "The minute you asked him the
question, he ups and pops a dick salute!"

"Sure enough," Ricky said, his hand still holding onto Stefan's chin.  "You
like this, boy?  You like thinking about cock?"

Stefan didn't say anything.  I couldn't tell whether he was afraid or
simply being a stubborn son of a bitch.

"You like cock?" Ricky asked.  Still no answer from Stefan.  "Answer me,
you fucking faggot.  Do you fucking like cock?"

"Yes, I love cock!" Stefan finally said, in a loud voice.  "But I love real
men's cocks, not the kind of pussy sticks you guys got between your legs."

"Oh, so you think I don't got a real man's cock?" Ricky said.  "Well, take
a look at this, you fucker!"  And he dropped his jeans and white briefs to
reveal an already erect cock that, from the distance where I was standing,
still looked like a bloody snake.  Later, Stefan would tell me it was
probably close to a foot long, but it was much thinner than mine.  "You
like what you see?"  When Stefan didn't answer, Ricky slapped him on the
side of his head.  "You like what you see?"

"It looks big," was all Stefan could manage to say.

"Lick it!"  Ricky commanded.  I could see Larry's eyes grow big.  This was
certainly the first time he'd seen his woman-humping brother doing anything
even remotely gay.  Gary just stood there, seeming bored because none of
this had anything to do with beating anyone up.

Stefan stuck out his tongue and touched the dickhead.  He would later tell
me it tasted of pussy, not a pleasant taste at all.

"Now open wide," the older boy commanded.  "Take it all, you cocksucker!"
He pressed the head against Stefan's lips until the younger boy was forced
to open them.  "That's it, boy, take my whole dick into your mouth.  But no
teeth, or so help me-"

Ricky didn't need to utter the threat, as his cock slid quickly into
Stefan's mouth.  When it hit the back of his throat, he gagged, but Ricky
just kept sliding it in.  I could hear Stefan's hoarse breathing, as his
breath had to struggle past the long cock in his throat.

"Damn!  You're good," Ricky said.  "None of the girls ever has been able to
take me all the way in like this."  And Stefan's nose was pressed against
Ricky's pubic hair.  I had to admit even I was impressed.  For a moment, I
actually envied Ricky being able to deep throat my boy that far, but then I
remembered Ricky was into pussy, and there went the envy.

Ricky began to slide his cock back out, but before he went very far, he
slammed it back in again, causing Stefan to gag.  He began pumping in and
out, clearly keeping his cock inside Stefan's throat the whole time, as
that was probably the closest thing on Stefan to the kind of pussy Ricky
usually favored.

Meanwhile, Larry had dropped his jeans and bikini briefs, and now spat
twice on his right hand, which he then slathered onto his stumpy little
prick.  It may have been as wide as mine, but it wasn't much longer than
Stefan's.  No wonder Larry liked all kinds of sadistic kinky games: he had
to do something to make up for a deficient cock.  In any case, he had
pushed aside the ropes and had positioned himself behind Stefan.  He
grasped the boy's hips and, without any hesitation, thrust himself inside
Stefan's ass.  He began pumping that stumpy cock in and out of Stefan,
working up quite a sweat as he did so.

"Hey, Gary!" Ricky shouted at his youngest brother.  "You get your ass over
here and get busy."  Gary had walked a little ways away and had lit a
cigarette, his back turned to the spectacle of his older brothers fucking
both ends of a naked thirteen-year-old boy.  Reluctantly, he turned around
and walked back to his brothers.  He didn't seem to be very much interested
in getting off, but when Ricky spoke to him again, Gary unzipped and fished
out his prick, an average-length five incher much like mine.  He began
stroking it with his right hand, while his left held his cigarette, from
which he took occasional drags as he worked his cock.  He was standing
between his brothers, his cock over Stefan's bare back.

By now, I realized my own cock was in my right hand, my shorts down around
my ankles, and I was pumping it as I watched all three boys making use of
Stefan.  Ricky was the first to come, his loud shout seeming to echo in the
woods, as he held Stefan's head tightly between his hands and gave one last
thrust into the boy's willing throat.  Then :Larry, with a whimper and a
whine, released his hot cum in Stefan's ass, but his stumpy prick slipped
out, spraying both cheeks with cum.  It took Gary a few minutes longer.
But then, with cigarette dangling from his pouty lips, Gary finally spurted
several streams of white cum across Stefan's back.

The sight of all that boy pleasure was too much for me, and my cock jerked
and twitched in my hand, spraying cum on the grass and the leaves of the
bush behind which I was hiding.

By that point, Ricky and Larry had pulled up their underwear and jeans,
and, after Ricky had patted Stefan's head, winked, and said, "You're one
hell of a cocksucker, boy," they had begun to walk away.  Gary wiped his
cock off on Stefan's hair, then pulled it back inside his jeans and zipped
them up.  He pulled a long drag on his cigarette and, without a backward
look, sauntered off after his brothers.

As soon as they were out of sight, Stefan began pulling on the log, to
which he was still harnessed.  I pulled up my shorts, then walked out to
the trail, where I gave him a hug, a deep kiss, and said, "That was
amazing."

He smiled and said, "Try and top that, sir."

I smiled back and said, "Well, I've got two days.  I'll do my best."