Date: Wed, 1 Sep 2010 17:39:48 EDT
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 34

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction, and those folks
who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
actual events and people I encountered in my younger days, but the
presentation here of events and characters in no way is meant to portray
actual, historical persons and events.  It's just a story.

The last part of this story is based on a story The Ghostwriter told me in
an e-mail back when I was first writing these "Games with Stefan" stories,
so I cannot take credit for that as an original idea.

All stunts were performed by professionals.  Do not attempt these at home.

No immigrants were harmed in the writing or reading of this story.

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.  Why, indeed, have you read this far?


Games With Stefan

Chapter #34-The Camping Trip (Part 7)

"So, what's next?" Billy asked me as we sat against a tree and dangled our
feet in the cool water of the stream.  We were watching Bobby, who was
half-submerged in the water, coaxing Jamie to suck his cock.  The problem
was that the half of the older boy that was underwater was below the waist,
meaning that Jamie would have to immerse his face in the creek in order to
obey his master's commands.

But Jamie was having trouble putting his face into the water; he would
lower his head until his chin touched, but then he couldn't will himself
any further.  So Bobby had just called Stefan over, instructing him to sit
astride Jamie's shoulders, with one leg hanging to each side of the bound
boy's neck.  That meant, of course, that Stefan's perpetually aroused cock
was stiffly poking into the curly hair on the back of Jamie's head.  And my
slave's weight on the bound boy's shoulders lowered Jamie's upper body
enough so he could immerse his face in the water and suck Bobby's cock,
while still raising his head every so often to gasp a breath of fresh air
before returning to his task of pleasuring the older boy.

The scene was exciting my cock, and I found myself looking at Billy, whose
tanned legs swung back and forth, his feet immersed in the cold water of
the mountain stream.  His legs had little blond hairs all over them, which
gleamed golden in the afternoon sunlight.  I began rubbing myself with my
left hand, while I placed my right arm around Billy's shoulders.

"That is so hot," I said.

"Yeah," he replied.  "Jamie is one great cocksucker.  And now that we have
experienced his ass. . . ."  His voice trailed off.

"Fucking an ass is wonderful," I said.  "Speaking of which--" and I dropped
my right hand down his back to the base of his spine.

Billy turned and looked into my eyes.  "I've never been fucked before."

"Neither had Bobby or Jamie been fucked before today, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you saw that it didn't hurt them too much to take a cock up the ass?"

"Of course."

"I want to fuck you."  My hand was now reaching underneath him, probing for
the hole in the crack between his asscheeks.

"I don't know," he replied.  "I'm not sure I want to.

"Why not?"

He shrugged.

"Is it because you're afraid of the other boys seeing you being fucked?"

He nodded.

"You know that, sooner or later, if you want to keep fucking Bobby, you
will need to let him fuck you, too."

"Yeah, I suppose," he said.  "But what about Jamie?"

"If he stays your slave, you will need to give him satisfaction.  Not that
you necessarily let him fuck you.  Except maybe on his birthday or
something big like that.  But a good master will always allow his slave at
least sometimes to cum in a big way."

"That makes sense."

I ran my fingers through his hair.  "I still want to fuck you up the ass."

"OK," he said.  "Let's go somewhere private, though."

I nodded and allowed him to lead me through their campsite and into the
thicket on the north side of their tents.  Here stood some young hemlock
trees which brushed against our bare skin as we walked barefoot through
them.  In a moment, Billy found what he was looking for: a patch of thick
green moss gently touched by the sunlight as it filtered through gaps in
the trees.  Billy bent over, leaning against on of the trees, exposing his
lean, muscular ass to me.  But I touched him on the shoulder and said, "Not
that way."  Then I made him lie down on his back on the moss, and I lifted
his legs, bending them so his ass was open to me.  "Here, hold them like
this," and I showed him how to hold his knees as close to his chest as
possible, so his ass was stretched and open for my invasion.

Before I knelt to the task, I ran my fingers over his calves, which were
deeply tanned, as was nearly every part of his body except the pale stretch
between his waist and upper thighs which would obviously be covered most
summer days by shorts or swimtrunks.  The tiny, light hairs on his legs
were bleached a golden blond, and I was suddenly filled with desire for
this beautiful, tanned boy.

"Will it hurt much?" he asked.

"Probably," I said as I slicked my cock with the oil I'd brought with me.
"But there's pleasure in that pain.  Trust me, you will enjoy it."  I
squirted a little more oil on my fingers, and I began massaging it into the
area around his sphincter, gradually making my way toward his hole.  "And
if you don't know what it feels like, how will you ever be able to
understand how much you can push your slave Jamie to do and what the limits
are?  If you want him to serve you always, and to love you as you humiliate
him and fuck him and rule over him, then you need to understand his pain
and his pleasure.  And then you will truly be able to understand what he is
offering you and what it means to him."

I knelt down before his hole, my first two fingers slipping in and out of
the boy's willing hole easily now.  I poked his prostate a couple of times,
each time causing his cock to jerk suddenly, something that made him laugh
a little, though the laugh was mixed a little with fear.  For while he had
fucked both of his buddies earlier that day, he had never yet known what it
was like to take a cock up his ass, and so he was understandably afraid.

Having finished lubing him up, I put the head of my cock up against the
pink star of his pucker.  "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied.

"Are you absolutely sure?  Once my cock enters your hole, it is not leaving
until it has been satisfied.  This isn't like a carnival ride which you can
get them to stop once it has started.  It is not easy to stop a fuck in the
middle, and slaves have given over the right to stop a fuck; that's part of
what it means to be a slave."

He looked up into my eyes.  "Fuck me, please, master.  Fuck me good and
hard."

That was just what I wanted to hear, and he knew it.  Carefully, I slid my
cock into his hole, filling up that virgin space until my pubic hair rubbed
against the pale skin.  I held myself in place for a few moments, so he
could become used to me inside him.  I leaned down and kissed him on the
lips, his full boyish lips with just a faint hint of a future moustache on
the upper lip.  His tongue felt soft and vulnerable when mine rubbed
against it.  And he tasted like a mixture of hot dogs and cola.

Once I could feel him relax, I began to stroke slowly, pulling back and
pushing in, eliciting soft grunts each time I rammed my cock deep into his
hole.  I felt him give way each time, allowing me to push further and
further inside, as he fully surrendered himself to the sensations.  His
eyes were closed and a smile spread across his face.  I thought to myself,
"This boy may be the master of Jamie and even Bobby, but he will always
love a good cock in his ass."

Even though I had cum already a few times that weekend, the knowledge I was
making love to the ass of a boy this handsome and wonderful helped me cum
again in just a few minutes.  I shot my load deep into Billy, then relaxed
across his body.  He kissed my cheek and neck, then my lips.  "That was
wonderful!" he whispered into my ear.  "Now I know why Jamie wants to serve
us so badly.  If I weren't the oldest, I might have switched places with
him."

When we arrived back to the campsite, we could hear Bobby's gasps as he was
reaching the heights as Jamie continued to duck his head under the water a
minute at a time to suck his buddy off.  As Billy and I stood on the bank
and watched the action, I noticed some of my cum trickling down the inside
of his leg.

"Hold still," I whispered, then I knelt beside him and began wiping up the
cum with my fingers.  I held them to his mouth and he, recognizing what I
was offering him, greedily licked them clean.

"You taste good!" he whispered back.  All this while, he was rubbing his
cock hard as he watched the incredible scene of the bound Jamie dunking his
head under the water to suck Bobby's cock, while the naked Stefan, his cock
resting in the back of Jamie's curly hair, sat astride his shoulders.  Just
as Bobby finally erupted in Jamie's mouth and some of his cum floated up to
the surface of the pool, Billy shot his own load onto the grass in front of
him.  Of course, I helped, with two of my fingers inside his hole massaging
his prostate.

A few minutes later, as I observed the angle of the sun, I said to Stefan,
"We should get going."  Billy was untying Jamie, whose limbs needed some
rest, while Bobby was rolling around in the water and splashing, his large
fat ass every so often breaking the surface as he played around.

"Already?" Stefan said, as if it were a question.

"Yes, we will be going now, slave," I said.  And he knew I meant business.

We exchanged contact information with the three scouts and promised to get
together again some time, especially when we discovered they did not live
all that far from Stefan and I.  Then, once I had bound Stefan's arms
behind him and tied a connecting rope so I could keep control over him, as
well as the leash which was still connected to his dog collar, and once I
had picked up my knapsack, we headed off into the woods for more
adventures.

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I don't know how much the adventures of Billy, Bobby, and Jamie will show
up again in these "Games with Stefan" stories, but it wouldn't be fair to
the readers if I left out what happened to the three of them.  Yes, Stefan
and I, especially me, did have other encounters with one, two, or even all
three of them over the years to come (so to speak).  All three of them went
off to college, to the same school, and they arranged it so Jamie shared
the same room as Billy and Bobby, once he joined them at college.  Jamie
continued to serve them with absolute devotion, and I was one of very few
friends who was allowed full access to Jamie whenever I wanted, provided he
was not already occupied in serving one of his two masters.

After college, as these things happened, Billy and Bobby each were married
and produced a couple of kids.  They settled into houses in cities about
thirty miles apart, so they could hang out together whenever they liked.
Their wives never figured out that when Billy and Bobby had a "guys night
out" it nearly always involved sex between them.  And since they arranged
Jamie to live in a house about halfway between each of theirs, most of the
"guys nights out" occurred there, with Jamie providing ample devoted
service to both of his masters.

Jamie, of course, never married and lived the life of a slave.  Sure, he
had a job, but other than things related to his work, his life was
completely dominated by Billy and Bobby.  At a certain point, this
progressed to the stage where not only would Jamie have to contact either
Billy or Bobby for permission to jack off, if neither of his masters had
allowed him to do that during one of their frequent visits, but he would
also have to call or text them for permission to shit or pee.  When Jamie
was 25, they took it to perhaps the ultimate level.  Billy and Bobby had
Jamie "fixed."  That means the doctors started with castration--not just
the testicles but the scrotum as well.  Then they surgeons inserted an
instrument down Jamie's dick and cut away his prostate and all the inside
"plumbing."  They left him utterly incapable of sexual arousal and
permanently, irrevocably incontinent of urine.  He has a catheter in his
dick and depends on his Billy or Bobby to give him permission to "piss"
once a day.

But that is the extreme to which Jamie's devotion went.  As devoted as
Stefan was to me and I to him, I would never have asked him to make that
sacrifice.