Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2018 15:23:53 -0500
From: Jeff Moses <chainedcoot@gmail.com>
Subject: It Started With Gary Bright

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It Started with Gary Bright

It started with Gary Bright.  You know how sometimes you meet somebody and
you just know? Anyhow, it was a month after my thirteenth birthday, and we
were living in this duplex--well, that's not important--and these people
moved into the house across the alley and they had this kid, Gary, and we
saw each other one day, and...

Anyhow, Gary's about two years older than me, and he said hi, and I said hi
and he said he just moved in and what was the neighborhood like and stuff
and we got to know each other a little and he was cool and he had these
neat comics and we'd hang out in his yard and read comics and stuff.  One
day we were talking about stuff and he asked me if I know anything about
sex and I said "yeah, sure," because that's what you're supposed to say but
I guess it was pretty clear I didn't know shit and he did, and he asked me
if I jacked off and I said "Yes" because I did and he said he did too, and
he asked me if I wanted to play a game.

So there's some guys, you just know...I mean, you look at them and you just
know you're going to do what they say because it's not that you're afraid
of them but you just know it's what you're supposed to do.  You just know,
somehow.  So we had this game where we'd go into the garage and take our
pants off and jack off and whoever held out the longest won.

And the thing was, that whoever came first had to bring the other one off.
I won.  I mean, Gary came real fast, and he came a lot--I couldn't believe
how much juice he had, you know?  It was awesome!  But he came first, so he
had to bring me off, but when I saw him cum I was ready almost but he said
I should stop and tell him how I wanted him to bring me off, and whatever
it was he'd do it.  But I didn't know--I mean, I never did it with another
kid, so I didn't know what to ask for and he said, "Okay, I'll give you a
hand job," which was just like jacking off except he did it for me and it
was freaky hot.  I mean I just stood there and he got sort of behind me and
reached around and pumped and--oh yeah, he spit on his hands with made them
real slippery.  I don't know why I never thought of that.  I always did it
that way, after.  And he sort of took his time, so I got real close, and
then he'd back off some, and start again and by the time he let me go all
the way I was so hot I shot across the garage onto the wall!

We did other stuff, of course.  There was this woods a few blocks away and
we used to go there and mess around and sometimes we played the jackoff
game there, and the thing is, I usually won, at least at first, and Gary
did the jackoff thing, and then he showed me what a blow job was and after
that I almost always asked him to blow me because, I mean it felt so good!
Sometimes, we'd play it two, even three times a day.

I didn't always win, though.  Sometimes, I'd have to give Gary a hand job
and he showed me exactly how he liked it, and he even brought some lotion
stuff instead of spit because it lasted longer.  The first time, I thought
it would be gross, but he said, "Just pay attention to how our dicks are
different and how they're the same, and stuff," which made it okay,
somehow.  And like I said, when Gary said to do stuff, it just seemed like
I was supposed to.  And it was fun.  And then, he told me to lick on his
nuts before I jacked him off, and that was weird because of the hair on his
nuts, but no big deal and one thing led to another and eventually he taught
me how to give him a blow job.  And the weird thing was that giving him a
blow job made me get hot again, sometimes.

Thinking back now, I realize it got to where he was winning the game most
of the time, but it didn't matter--I mean I didn't notice it, so it didn't
matter.  And then, he changed the game to where the idea was to see how
long we could hold out while the other guy tried to get us to cum.  But the
thing is, when somebody's working your cock and you get close you want to
take over, right?  So Gary said I should tie his hands up so he couldn't,
and he'd do the same to me and that was way hot, so we got to where we'd go
to the woods almost all the time and tie each other up to trees and stuff,
and it was mostly me that got tied up, eventually.

Sometimes, we played in his bedroom, too.  I mean, not the jackoff
games--not just the jackoff games, anyway.  We played checkers and he
taught me how to play poker and he said poker was more fun with more guys,
so he had this friend who came over sometimes, and one thing led to another
and he played the jackoff game with his friend sometimes, which made me
feel a little jealous, I guess, but I didn't say anything; I just tried to
do a better job than Keith--that's his friend's name.  And the thing was,
the jackoff game really was way more fun with three of us.  You ever had
two guys working to make you cum at the same time?  I didn't last long,
believe me!  Unless they were teasing me to make me hornier without letting
me cum, which they did, a lot.

Keith did this thing--or Gary did this thing that Keith said he
liked--where we tied Keith to Gary's bed on his back with one arm on each
side of the headboard and one leg on each side of the footboard, and then
we'd mess with him until he begged us to let him cum, and he'd even let us
cum on him, first.  So of course, they did that to me, too.  And Keith
liked sucking me off when he was tied to the bed, so Gary said I should
suck Keith off, and--see, it's weird how I didn't notice how after a while
it was almost always me tied to the bed.  And I also didn't notice that
Gary or Keith was taking pictures, sometimes.

Until the day I was naked and waiting to get tied to the bed and Gary
showed me some of the pictures and explained that he could sell them to
people if it was okay with me, but I said no and then Keith said, "Okay, we
won't, but only if I can fuck your ass."  I heard about that stuff, but I
didn't know it was real!  But Gary got real serious and said that sounded
like a good deal and he'd let me watch Keith fuck him, so I could see it
was no big thing.

I really didn't like the idea of getting fucked in the ass, but I agreed to
watch, and Keith fucked Gary and it was hot.  I mean, Gary was getting off
on it and he said what would be really cool would be if I sucked him while
Keith fucked him and it was maybe stupid, but like I said, when Gary said
to do something...and it was kind of hot, and a little smelly, and then
Gary started to give me a blow job at the same time, and it was intense--I
mean I don't think I ever came that much, or Gary, either.  So anyhow, I
said yeah, Keith could fuck me if it meant nobody'd see the pictures.

So Keith and Gary taught me how to get fucked in the ass.  They were real
cool about it.  I mean, they didn't just dive right in.  They started where
Keith put his finger in my butt, real careful, and found that place where
you get a hard-on when somebody touches it, and we practiced that, and then
with two fingers, and then with this little plastic thing that looked sort
of like a dick that was stretched out thin, and then bigger ones--dildos,
right--and then one day about a month later they said it was time.

So Gary got these pillows and put them on the bed and I stood next to the
bed and bent over the pillows so my butt was in the right place, and Keith
greased up real good and started with one of the dildos and got me loosened
up, and Gary was on the bed sort of holding my shoulders and then Keith
went in.

It hurt like hell!  At least at first, anyway, but Gary was holding me and
Keith was bigger than Gary, even, so I wasn't going to go anywhere, so I
tried to remember how to relax my ass, and Keith just let his cock sit in
there for a while, and after a while it didn't hurt so much and then he
started fucking me and, damn!  It started to feel okay, and I sort of
relaxed, and then Gary sort of shifted position and started to fuck my
mouth, which I really hadn't expected, but by then, I mean, what was I
supposed to do?  It was Gary, after all, and I'd given him so many blow
jobs I lost count, so I just did it.

After it was over--I mean, after Keith and Gary came--we all just sort of
flopped onto the bed and Gary told me to jack off, which was kind of a
disappointment, but I was really horny, so I did, and they said they
wouldn't show anybody the pictures.  It was almost a year before I found
out they lied.  But by then, it didn't matter, because I was Gary's slave.

My folks didn't have a clue, and Gary's folks didn't have a clue, and I
suppose Keith's folks didn't either, but Keith lived in this big old place
with this basement that...okay, one thing at a time, I suppose.

It started when Gary said he wanted me to wear this dog collar when we
played, which was weird but---it was Gary.  I should have connected the
dots, I guess, like they say: Gary never wore the collar.  But he was still
two years older, and he was really strong--he had this exercise thing in
his basement--and so was Keith, but a lot of the time it was just me and
Gary playing, because Keith was hot and everything, but he didn't have that
same thing about him that Gary has. So I put on the collar and took off my
clothes and did what Gary said: I let him fuck me in the mouth and the ass,
and I let him tie me to the bed or to the exercise thing, and sometimes
he'd lead me around on a leash and he'd be dressed and I'd be naked.

And there was the butt plug.  It was a birthday present, believe it or not.
He made me lie on the bed on my back with my arms and legs tied to the
headboard, sort of folded up so my asshole was just there, all exposed.
And then he showed me these two boxes, all done up in black paper and
silver ribbon, and said they were my birthday presents.  And then he
unwrapped the first one and showed it to me and I said, "Oh, shit!"  It was
a butt plug.  And he just smiled and made this big production of getting it
all greased up, and getting my ass all greased up, and then he worked it
in.  Took his time, but it still hurt like a motherfucker.  And after it
was in, he got my cock worked up again. Then he untied my legs, which were
getting pretty uncomfortable, and tied them to the footboard, and worked my
cock some more--and my butt was still full of the plug--and fucked my face,
and back and forth and back and forth until I shot all over both of us, and
then he opened package number two, which turned out to be this plastic
thing he said was a chastity cage.  Of course, I was limp from just coming,
so he just put it on, and locked it.  And then he fucked my face, and
untied me and led me to the shower, and made me wash him off, and then pull
the fucking butt plug out and wash it, and wash myself while the hot water
ran out.  I asked him about the chastity thing and he said he had the key
so he could decide when to take it off.  Then, he made me put the damn plug
back in!

He got a chair and sat in front of the mirror, and ordered me to lie on the
floor in front of him, and he put his feet on my chest-- with boots on,
right? --and he just looked at the mirror, because he said it really turned
him on.  After a while, he stood up with his fly open and watched in the
mirror while I blew him.

Another time, he ordered me to lie on my stomach and he put his feet on my
ass.  And he made me shine his boots and then lick them.  It was weird, and
when I could see myself in the mirror it was pretty embarrassing.  But all
the time I was trying to get hard, but I couldn't because of the chastity
thing.  Gary said I shouldn't be a sissy about it.

One day, I was sucking him off and he told me to stop and he tied my hands
behind my back and set me down in the chair and tied my legs to the chair
legs and stood behind me and told me to look at us in the mirror, and he
said "You're my slave.  You'll do whatever I want you to do, and from now
on, you'll call me Master, or Master Gary.  Understand?"

I don't know why the hell I said "Yes, Master," but I did.  Right then it
was what I knew I was supposed to do.  It was Gary, right? And he pulled my
head back and leaned over and kissed me, which was weird because his head
was upside down, but I was so hot I thought the damn chastity cage might
burst.  And then, I'm still tied to the chair, and he starts messing with
my nipples.  I asked him why guys had nipples, and he grabbed my hair and
pulled my head back again and said, "You forgot to call me Master, slave.
Next time, you're going to get punished.  Understand?"

I said, "Yes, Master Gary."

And he went back to playing with my nipples and he told me guys had tits so
other guys could play with them, and he sort of rolled them around between
his thumb and his finger and after a while I could see how it would feel
good.

"When's the last time you came, slave?"

I had to think about that for a minute, but then I remembered.  "It was
when you were playing with me on the bed, on my birthday, Master."

"Would you like to cum now, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"If I let you cum, will you promise to keep being my slave, no matter
what?"

And my tits were feeling really good, and my cock was so jammed up against
the cage and right away I said, "Yes, Master Gary.  Please let me cum."

"Say the promise, slave!"

"I promise to be your slave, Master Gary."

And he took off the cage. I was still tied to the chair, remember, so I
couldn't do anything but watch him do it.  And my cock straightened out,
and then it went almost limp.  What the hell?  Master Gary took my cock in
his mouth, though, and it got hard pretty quick.  And that blow job felt so
good I couldn't believe it.  Master Gary knew exactly how to squeeze it and
lick it and suck on it, and I was pulling on the ropes and trying to hug
him or something and finally I felt it boiling up inside and he slammed his
face into my crotch and I shot and I saw stars, actually, it felt so good!

And then he kept going, real slow, for a long time, and I started to get
hard again and I came again but not as much, and he still kept going and I
shot a little more, and then he got off my cock and went into the bathroom
and came out with a washcloth and cleaned my cock all off and it was so
tender it almost hurt, and then he put the chastity cage on again.  He
untied me from the chair and told me to take out my butt plug and clean
everything up and put stuff away, and he left the bedroom, and he took my
clothes with him.  After that, I was always naked with Gary--Master Gary, I
mean.

Sometimes, he would tell me to lie down on my stomach and he'd tie me up
with my hands behind my back and my knees bent so my ankles were behind my
back and he'd tie my ankles and my wrists together and watch me struggle to
get loose.  Or he'd tie me to the bed but stretch my legs really wide, or
he'd tie my wrists to my ankles like for when you touch your toes and make
me walk around like that.  Or he'd make me lick him all over, even his
feet.  And if I forgot to call him Master, he spanked me.  That didn't hurt
too much, but it wasn't any fun.  But at the end of the session, after he'd
fucked me or whatever, we'd get on the bed and he had this thing where I
took the butt plug out and he'd lick my asshole, which was incredible, and
he'd massage my body and get me so hot I was begging him to let me cum, and
I'd have to repeat my promise to be his slave.  And then he'd take the
chastity cage off and suck me off--sometimes he let me fuck his ass, even.
And that sort of made up for stuff.

Sometimes, we'd go over to Keith's place, and like I said, Keith had this
basement with an actual cage in it, and sometimes they'd put me in the cage
so I could watch while Keith did stuff to Gary.  I couldn't believe Gary
would let him do stuff like that, but Gary said he was man enough to handle
anything Keith could dish out.  Keith actually whipped him, even, while he
was tied up!  And I have to admit it sort of turned me on to see that, but
what I really, really wanted to see was Gary do shit like that to Keith.  I
realized that I was getting really to not like Keith.  It was like I would
do whatever Gary said, but I really got mad seeing Keith do stuff to Gary.
Mad, and hot, too, but not nearly as hot as I could get imagining Gary
doing the stuff to Keith that he was doing to me, or that Keith was doing
to him.

I didn't know that Keith had this stuff in his basement--bondage stuff and
torture stuff, I knew about that--but I didn't know he had these cameras
hidden in places and he was taking pictures of everything and selling them!
I thought we'd agreed they weren't going to do that.  But Gary said that
since I was his slave, it was his responsibility and I shouldn't worry.
You've seen the pictures--the ones Keith took in his basement.  A lot of
them look more intense than what we were doing really was.  Gary says a
picture is only like one-sixtieth of a second of what's going on, so you
don't really know what's really happening.  But then again, some of it hurt
like hell!

We were going home one time from Keith's basement and Gary sort of hugged
me around the shoulders and said I was being a real man, going along with
everything, and he was proud of me.  That felt really, really great!

So anyway, Master Gary and me were talking one day and he had this new
computer notepad, and I said it was neat that his folks got that for him,
and he said he bought it himself with money from the pictures.  So I took
this big chance and said it wasn't fair if he was getting money and I
wasn't and he said it was like in the movies where the director and the
producers got money for making movies and I said, "Master Gary, doesn't
that mean I'm like an actor?"  And Master Gary was gonna say no, I just
know it, but then he thought about it and said okay, but I'd have to sign a
contract like an actor.  So the next day he had one and I signed it and I
got some money from the money Gary and Keith got from selling the pictures.
Only I didn't actually get it, because Master Gary said it would be better
for him to set up an account for me at the bank and I could get money from
him when I needed it, which was cool.  And the best part was, when I asked,
Master Gary and me would do stuff--just him and me and no cameras or
anything, like it used to be, sort of.  And then he'd give me the money.

One day, Master Gary and me came over to Keith's and there was this other
kid in the cage already, a little younger than me, and Master Gary and...I
had to call him Master Keith, but it wasn't the same at all, but Master
Keith would tie us up together, or make us do things to each other, and in
the pictures it looked like I was the kid's Master sometimes.  His name was
Nelson, but we all just called him "boy."  He was into chains, and stuff.
Just put shackles on his ankles and he got hard as a rock, even before
anybody did anything to him.  We got lots of pictures of the two of us
chained up in the cage, sort of all tangled up in each other.  And he
really liked it!  Even when we hung him by his wrists, as long as he was
chained, he got hard.  He was mostly Master Keith's slave, and he was
really into it, and that made me get better at being Master Gary's slave.
But boy told me once that he thought I was so hot it made him try harder
with Master Keith, so it worked out pretty good.

And ... okay, I have to be honest, right?  I'm kind of surprised that my
folks never asked much about my "job"--they just liked the money, I guess.
I mean, I paid my own way through high school: bought my own clothes,
bought pizza and movie tickets and gifts for their anniversary and their
birthdays, even my own car!  It was a real mess, but it ran, most of the
time.  Master Gary helped with that.  I mean, he sort of managed all the
money stuff for me.  My folks thought I was doing "computer stuff."

While I was all tied up getting my tits tortured it was hard to keep
convincing myself it was worth it, but sometimes, after the camera was off,
Gary got gallons of cum out of me and we'd cuddle and watch movies, or get
stoned, or he'd give me these incredible massages.  He said it was sort of
like I was an athlete and he was my coach.  And he even helped me work out
an exercise routine so my body got hotter.

We even got--you won't believe this, but I swear it's true--we got some
guys get in touch with us that wanted us--or Gary or Keith, mostly, even
Nelson once in a while--to do the same shit to them that they did to me!
There was guys that wanted to do stuff to me, but Gary said absolutely no
way.  But the guys that wanted me to do stuff to them?  That was just fine,
as long as I was okay with it.  I got pretty nasty, sometimes, pretending
they were Keith.  I asked Gary if we could just get rid of Keith and
Nelson, just do it ourselves, but Gary said Keith had connections that we
needed.  That's show business, I guess.