Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 16:54:41 -0700 (PDT) From: t baron Subject: My Paperboy 07 My Paperboy 07 (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved ******************************************** WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or non-consensual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal -- exit now. This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance. If you like this and want to hear more let me know -- questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored. hgo469@yahoo.com ******************************************** Chapter Seven I woke up feeling strange; again, it took me a moment to recall just where I was. Then I looked over at Jim and remembered everything that had happened during the last few hours and could only feel complete amazement - could all of this be happening to me, so many changes in my life in just the last two days. Then I remembered my brothers, a quick look at the clock told me that it was already noon and they had been tied together for an awful long time already. I tried to get up without waking Jim, but as I extracted myself from his embrace, he stirred and opened his eyes. "Where are you going so early?" he asked. "I want to check on my brothers, and it isn't all that early, it's almost noon." "That's still awful early with the few hours of sleep we've had lately," Jim said with a smile as he tried to pull me back into bed with him. "I really want to make sure those two are okay, I don't think they have ever done anything like this before." "Okay, I'll go with you." Together we crept into the living room where the two boys were sound asleep, each still holding his brother's cock in his mouth, truly a wonderful sight to see. Then I stubbed my toe and let out a curse of pain that woke the boys. Kelly pulled his mouth free of his brother's cock and said, "How about releasing us - I have to piss real bad." Jim laughed, "Generally when I have two boys tied up like you guys are I just tell them to piss in each other's mouth if they have to go." Brent spoke to me, "Bobby, please release us, I don't want Kelly to piss on me - that's just too gross." Jim laughed a bit longer and then tossed me the keys needed to release my brothers from their bondage. When I had both boys released except for their hands I said, "I think I'll keep you guys like that a bit longer, I sort of like the way it looks." "How can we piss when our hands tied behind us?" Kelly asked. "You'll just have to help one another then, won't you." I joined Jim in laughing as the two of them headed for the bathroom. "Perhaps we should go in and see how they do it," Jim said. "No, if they need help they'll ask, and I think this is one time when I want them to be alone." Jim bent over and kissed me hard right on the lips. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and started fucking my mouth with it until I managed to push it back and fuck mine into his mouth instead. I reached down and grabbed Jim's rapidly rising cock, working my hand up and down in a slow sensuous motion; it only took Jim a moment to do the same to me. We were still stand there, totally engrossed in each other when the boys returned from the restroom. "Can't leave those guys alone for a moment without them starting to have at each other," Kelly said with a smile. Brent nodded his agreement and then pressed himself up against Kelly, trying to kiss him in the same fashion that I was kissing Jim - the major difference being that we had the use of our hands. Eventually we broke the kiss and then watched for a bit as my brothers continued trying to hold their kiss. Both boys had returned to full erection and it looked like they were having a sword fight with their groins. * * * * * How had I been so lucky as to find three such sexy boys all at the same time - I knew that I was taken with Bobby the first time he came around to collect for the newspaper, but I never thought that I would be sleeping with him, let alone watching his brothers as they made out in my living room. The show the boys were putting on was one that I really didn't want to end, only I thought that it was getting late and someone might be hungry again - you know how it is with growing boys and sex does seem to burn up lots of calories. "Who wants some lunch," I asked. The kiss broke and both boys replied that they were hungry again. I looked over to Bobby and he nodded his head as well. "Okay, how about something simple like sandwiches and soda?" All three agreed so I retired to the kitchen to see what I could fix up along that line. When I announced that I was bring out a large plate of sandwiches and other stuff I heard the scrape of chairs as all three of the boys sat down to the table. I was a bit surprised when I found that Kelly and Brent still had their hands tied behind them. "How are they going to eat like that?" I asked. "Bobby is going to feed up," Kelly said. I looked over to Bobby and he nodded, "I started to release them but they asked me not to do it - they like being naked and tied - they want to stay like this as long as they are here - they can't do something like this at home." Both boys nodded their heads in agreement, who was I to rain on their parade, it wasn't as if I didn't like the idea of them staying naked and bound. Since my dining room table was made of clear glass I could see that all three of the Ng boys were quite turned on by the whole thing, for that matter, so was I. I placed the plate of sandwiches on the table along with glasses of soda, "I guess we're going to need straws," I said with a grin. After I put straws in Kelly and Brent's glasses and pushed them over to where the boys could reach them, the boys each took a big drink. Then Bobby picked up a sandwich and held it to Kelly's mouth - the handcuffed boy took a bite. Then it was Brent's turn and the action was repeated. Finally, Bobby took a sandwich for himself - I could see that it was going to be a very busy meal for Bobby so I moved over next to Kelly and told Bobby that he only need to help Brent, I would take care of Kelly myself. I had never fed a naked boy like this before; it was different to say the least. Lunch lasted far longer than normal, but we all had as much to eat as we wanted, so there wasn't any problem. After Lunch Bobby said that the boys needed to be released so that there would be time for the red marks from the wrist restraints to fade before they went home - there was no reason to have to try to explain where they came from to their parents. The boys started to complain, but I sided with Bobby and they were released. "Can we come over here and be tied up again?" Brent asked. Had I really heard a beautiful 14-year-old Vietnamese boy actually ask me such a question? I almost couldn't believe my ears. "Of course," I finally managed to get out. I had had many guys in my bondage toys and been tied up more than once in them myself, but I don't think that I had ever had anyone as lovely as the Ng boys. * * * * * Feeding my brother his lunch because his hands were tied behind him as certainly something different - I don't know how many times in the past I wanted to be able to tie one of them up like this; however, there wasn't much of a chance of that happening at home. Truth to tell, I really wasn't even all that much of a friend to either of the older boys and didn't know the younger ones well enough to know if I liked them or not. It had never occurred to me that Kelly and Brent might have anything in common with me - at home, they seemed to be in the way most of the time, preventing me from having any privacy. Moving in with Jim is as much about privacy as it is about sex, maybe more now that I think about it. Still, they are my brothers and there is a brotherly bond that I had never given any thought to. It was only after we had released them and Brent asked if they could come over to play bondage games again that I realized that moving here wouldn't separate us as much as it would allow us to explore other aspects of our relationships. When Jim said that they could come over regularly, I knew that I was going to make the move, regardless of how difficult Mom and Dad might try to make it. I knew that they wouldn't want me to move out of the house, but there really wasn't enough room for everyone and it was time for me to start a new life. Living with Jim as his houseboy/bondage slave sounded like just what the doctor ordered. Everyone helped carry the few things from lunch into the kitchen and then we moved back into the living room. "Can we watch another movie?" Kelly asked. "We don't need to go home right away, do we?" Brent nodded his head in agreement, both boys looking toward Jim expectantly. "I guess that would be okay, if your parents come home they will know where you are, right?" "We left them a note, just like you said to do." "Okay, then what do you want to watch?" "How about something rated XXX?" Kelly said. Jim looked at them thoughtfully, "I don't know, you guys are still a bit young for that sort of thing," he said with a smile. Brent and Kelly looked at each other quizzically and then turned back toward Jim. "We have been sitting around this house naked most of the day, you tied us together in a 69 position, and now you're worried about us being too young to watch a fuck video?" Jim started to laugh. "Right you are, so tell me what kind of video do you want to see?" The two boys whispered together for a minute and then Kelly spoke, "How about one with guys fucking each other and maybe tying each other up as well." "Let me think for a minute, what have I got that fills that description?" Jim seemed to be giving it much thought and then he headed over to the video shelf and pulled out one in an unmarked box. "I think this might just fill the bill," he said slipping the video into the VCR and turning things on. After a moment the video started, it began showing a "Road Runner" cartoon. Both boys looked up at Jim, "This isn't what we asked for," Brent said. "Just watch for a minute," was all Jim said. We all sat there, watching the cartoon until it ended, it was funny, but certainly wasn't sexy. There was a short pause and then a voice said, "And now for our feature presentation." The screen went black and then we saw the same living room in which we were sitting. There was the sound of a door opening and closing and then three young guys came into the room - two of them were carrying the third one who was tied hand and foot. They laid him on the floor and stood back just looking at him as he struggled against his bonds. "Let me go, I didn't hurt anything," the helpless young man said. "You need to be taught a lesson, you were trying to steal our car and we don't like that sort of thing," said the older of the other two guys. "I said I'm sorry, and nothing was hurt, I promise I won't do it again, just let me loose." He continued to struggle, as he rolled around on the floor the camera caught that he was actually in handcuffs and leg irons - he wasn't going to get himself free no matter how hard he struggled. "What do you think we should do with him?" the older guy asked his buddy. "I don't know, but he sure does look hot all tied up like that. I want to see what he looks like under those clothes." The two guys looked at their prisoner with lecherous grins. The older guy reached down, grabbed hold of the front of the prisoner's T-shirt and yanked on it, tearing it completely off the helpless boy's body. "Hey, what are you doing? You can't do that to me," he said in a loud and defiant voice. "I don't think you understand the situation - I can, and will, do anything I want to you, now and for as long as I want. No one knows that you're here and I suspect that if they did they wouldn't care all that much." The two guys started kissing and working their hands under each other's T-shirts until they pulled them off, revealing well-developed, smooth muscular chests. The prisoner on the floor made a face showing disgust. "What is this, I've been kidnapped by a pair of fruitcakes." The kiss broke. "I guess we'll just have to show you what a 'pair of fruitcakes' can do then won't we?" said the older guy. He reached down and unbuckled the prisoner's belt, pulling it out of his pants, folding it in half and giving it a couple of swings through the air, the last one landing on the helpless prisoner's naked chest. "OW!" the boy screamed, trying to scoot away from the still swinging belt. He rolled the bound boy onto his stomach and looped the belt around the chain running between his ankles, pulling them up behind him and then ran the belt between his wrists as well, pulling him into a hog-tied position. "Now you won't be moving around so much," he said as he pushed the totally helpless boy back over onto his side. "Only he's still over-dressed," the other guy said with a smile. "You're right, I guess I should do something about that, shouldn't I?" He unbuttoned the waistband on his captive's jeans and pulled them open, revealing white Jockey shorts. "How are you going to get them off him with him in that position?" the younger guy asked. "Not a problem," he said as he left the scene for a moment, returning with a large set of garden shears. "I'll just cut them off - no sense in releasing him just yet is there?" He smiled. "Hey, wait a minute, you can't just cut off my clothes," the captive protested. "Remember, I can do anything I want - you don't have any say what so ever." Very quickly, the prisoner was lying there in just his briefs, his jeans lying around him in shreds. "Now I suggest you lie there very still so that I don't slip and cut something else off," he said as he hooked the shears into the waistband of the briefs and started cutting. Moments later the prisoner was completely naked as he lie there helpless on the floor, his 61/2 inch cut cock lying soft against his thigh. "Since he's naked I guess we should be as well, no sense in him being the only one having fun," the older guy said with a grin. The two boys finished undressing - the older one sported an 8 inch erection, the purple head of which was peeking out from his ample foreskin, while his partner had just over 7 inches of circumcised cock jutting out from his hairless crotch. The younger boy dropped to his knees in front of the older one, staring directly at the rigid man-pole that was pointed at his face. "What would you have me do, Master?" he asked, holding his hands behind his back as if they were tied there. His Master stepped forward until his cock was rubbing on the kneeling slave's lips. "Have you been a good boy?" he asked. "I have done everything you have requested, Master," he said as the erect cock bobbed against his lips. "Very well, then you may suck my cock." "Not only fruitcakes, but kinky ones - let me out of here," said the prisoner. The Master spoke to the prisoner as his slave began working on his cock with his tongue. "You still don't get it, do you - you're a prisoner here, you don't speak except when spoken to. Before long you will be begging to be allowed to suck my slave's cock and to have me fucking your asshole." "Never happen, I'm no queer, I love pussy too much." "We'll see about that." The kneeling slave had slowly engulfed his Master's cock into his mouth, working his way up and down the rigid shaft, bring his Master all of the pleasure that he could provide. "Just watch for now and see how it's done - it will be your turn soon," the Master said to the helpless prisoner. Taking his slave's head in his hands he began to face-fuck the kneeling boy, driving his rock-hard prick deep into the waiting slave's mouth, pushing all the way back until the cockhead pressed against the opening to his throat and then with a quick shove passed the entrance and buried deep in the boy's throat. Pressing the sucking boy's face against his pubic patch he enjoyed the sensations brought about by the natural swallowing motions of the boy's throat as it attempted to pull the invader down and clear the blockage that it represented. Just when his slave was about to pass out from lack of oxygen the Master pulled back to allow the boy to catch his breath before he drove the mighty spike back into the hole again. The slave boy worked his oral magic on his Master's cock, bringing him the joy that was required to cause climax once again that day. Twice more the Master pulled back to allow his slave a couple breaths of fresh air before driving himself back in to the hilt - he knew that it wouldn't be long now before he shots his load of hot juices and he wanted to send them directly into the sucking boy's stomach, painting his throat with the milky hot jism. * * * * * As the Master on the screen shot his load into his slave's throat, I felt something pressing against my own erection. I looked down to see that Kelly had backed up until his asscheeks were positioned directly over my rigid fuck-pole. He was wiggling his ass as he pulled his cheeks apart and allowed the tip of my cock to press directly against his puckered rosebud. I was dripping pre-cum like a fountain and he was rubbing my cock, trying to catch enough of it to lubricate his rectum and allow me to slip inside. When I looked over at Bobby I saw that Brent was doing much the same thing to him. "Has either of you boys been fucked before?" I asked before things got out of hand. The both shook their heads 'no'. "Then I think that you are going to need more than must pre-cum for lubricant." I opened the drawer on the end table and pulled out a large tube of K-Y. "I think you'll need plenty of this is you want to get fucked." Kelly took the tube from me and squeezed some into his hand, rubbing it first on my erection and then into his asshole as he handed the tube to Brent. Brent followed Kelly's lead and soon both boys were well lubricated and back into position, ready to try sitting down on the poles that jutted from our laps. On the TV screen the action had shifted to the prisoner now being tied to an 'X' frame with clamps attached to his nipples and first the Master and then his slave milking him just to the point where he was ready to cum, but not allowing him that final climax he so desired. Kelly started settling himself down into my lap, my rigid member slowly spreading open his sphincter as it invaded his virgin asshole. The boy winced from the pain of his first penetration, a couple of tears forming in the corner of his eyes, but he didn't stop his steady downward motion, slowly working himself down completely until his was sitting in my lap as if I didn't have my fleshy post driven deep into his guts. When I looked over at Bobby I could see that Brent was settled down on his older brother in much the same way as Kelly was on me. Bobby's smaller cock would have been easier to take, but I have always felt that the small cocks tended to hurt more than the big ones. Once Kelly was comfortably settled in my lap I allowed him to just rest there and grow accustomed to the rigid cock that was pushing into his guts for a couple of minutes before I started pushing him back up until only the head of my cock was still being held in his tightly clenching asshole. Down he fell again, sliding along the greased post as it rubbed against his prostate, bring him sensations that he had never experienced before, but would be hooked on forever. Slowly the boy started to build a rhythm as he worked his way up and down my rock-hard cock, pulling up until it was like he was some sort of flagpole sitter and then sliding down again until his asscheeks rested in my pubic hair. The video we had been watching was completely forgotten as Kelly worked my cock against his prostate, allowing the invading pole to press the joy button to send electric sparks of pleasure through his body. His juices churned in his nuts, boiling and preparing to spring forth like a geyser while my balls were drawing tight against my scrotum in their own attempt to paint the insides of Kelly's anus with my hot milky cream. As Kelly's ass plummeted downward one last time, I grabbed hold of his hips and pulled him down even harder, holding him so that my erection remained buried deep in his guts as I shot spurt after spurt of jism into his clenching asshole. At that same moment he released his own geyser of boy cream up onto his chest where it ran down over his body until it was caught in his crotch, all of this without ever even touching his cock and balls. Fantastic! * * * * * Brent and I watched as Kelly used the tube of K-Y to lube up Jim's hard dick and when he handed it to Brent, he seemed to know just what to do with it. Brent worked his greasy hand up and down my hard-on a couple of times and then started working some of the slippery gel into his asshole, when he was finished he back up in front of me and sat down on my prick, impaling himself with a single push. The feel of his virgin asshole on my rigid member was wonderful and Brent only grunted a little bit as he settled himself in my lap, trying to grow accustomed to the rock-hard post that was invading his anus. I could feel his anal muscles trying to expel the invader with no success - the feeling was fantastic. After he had sat there for a couple of minutes he started to imitate the action that Kelly was giving to Jim, pulling up until only the tip of my cock was still buried inside him and then sliding back down until he was sitting in my lap once again. I knew that it wasn't going to take very long with this sort of action before I blew my load of boy-juice deep into my younger brother and I was ready to go. I reached around in front of Brent and found his hard cock - I wrapped my hand around it and began massaging it, trying to match the rhythm he was supplying as he bounced up and down on my hard prick. It wasn't very long before I felt my nuts begin to churn and the cum start to boil as it made ready to shoot from my love-pole into the powerfully sucking anus of my 14-year-old brother. Brent settled himself down as deep as he could on my prick and I felt his cock begin to pulse as his cum started spurting out, landing on his chest as we laid back a bit on the sofa. At that same moment my own nuts decided it was time to release their load and they began to spray paint the inside of my brother's no longer virgin asshole with my hot boy cream. I chanced a quick glance over to my right and saw that Jim and Kelly were in the same state of ecstasy - we had all came at the same time. I just sat there, my cock still buried in my brother's guts, enjoying the afterglow of climax while Brent ran his hands up and down his body, rubbing his jism all over. "I've never come like that before," he said excitedly. "I'm glad that you were the first person to ever fuck me. Kelly has wanted to do it to me before, but I've always been afraid. It felt so wonderful I'll never be afraid again I'm sure." I looked over again and saw that Jim was rubbing some of Kelly's cum across his chest while Kelly had scooped up a small pool and was licking at it with his tongue. "I've tasted Brent before, but never tried my own," he said as if he needed to give any sort of explanation. When I looked over at the TV, I saw that the video had ended; we had been so busy with each other we hadn't seen how it ended. "That video sure looked like it was made right here," I said to Jim as Kelly and Brent started to stand up, allowing our now semi-flaccid pricks to escape from the tight confines of the anal channels in which they had been held prisoner. "That's because it was made right here - I was the cameraman and the guy who was all tied up was a slave who was living with me at the time. I put that cartoon on the front of the tape so that if anyone were going through my videos they would think it was just another regular tape as long as they didn't watch it for too long." "Do you have the cross-like thing, I want to be tied up to it like the guy in the movie," asked Brent. "Yes, I do, but it is out in the garage with a whole lot of other toys, perhaps one of these days we'll be able to pull some of them out." "Neat!" "Now it looks like we all need a shower before your guys head home - your folks should be getting home fairly soon if they aren't already there." Jim lead all of us into his huge shower where we took turns soaping each other, paying particular attention to crotches where cocks were starting to regain some of their strength. "Now isn't a good time to do that - you guys have to get home and I don't want to be sitting here alone with an erection either," Jim said with a smile. The boy's took the hint and concentrated on getting clean, leaving the sex play for another time. * * * * * Taking a shower with three beautiful teen-age boys isn't the best way to keep a cock flaccid; however, I kept telling myself that they would be back and we would have many more chances to play. Bobby's brothers were ready for more as well, but I reminded them of the time and after that, we finished our showers and got dressed. I offered to give them a ride home as they had left their mother's car there this morning when we finished the paper route, but they said that they wanted to walk as it was only a couple of blocks. I gave each of them an open-mouth kiss before opening the front door and then I stood there watching them depart until they turned the corner and were out of sight. I was still having a difficult time believing everything that had happened over the last couple of days. Bobby and I hadn't had any time to discuss his moving into the room over the garage, but now I was even more anxious for him to do it as it appeared to mean that his brothers would be spending a lot more time around here as well. There were a few fresh drips of cum on the sofa and carpet and I cleaned them up before they dried - dry cum is a lot more difficult to remove from fabric and carpeting. After that, I settled down to watch some news on the TV and read the paper that I had helped to deliver so many hours ago. I was dozing in my chair when the phone rang. As I was sitting right next to a regular phone instrument, I picked it up. "Hello?" I said. "Jim, is that you?" said an anxious voice that I was fairly sure was Bobby. "I think so, should I check my driver's license to make sure." "Please, this isn't any time to joke around. Can you come over here right away? It's an emergency." Suddenly I was wide awake. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" "I'm okay, but I don't want to explain over the phone. Can you come right over?" "Sure," I said, "I'll be there in about ten minutes." "Thanks!" The phone went dead in my hand. What had happened? Were the boys in trouble because of me? I was sure that no one knew what we had been doing but I was still a bit afraid because two of the boys were underage and there had been far too many witch-hunts of late in our state. Still, Bobby said he needed me and I didn't think he would have called me like that just to have me arrested. I quickly got dressed and headed out the door. To be continued... hgo469@yahoo.com AUTHOR'S NOTE: To everyone who has been trying to write me about this story - my e-mail box had been overflowing with messages containing huge attachments infected with the SoBig virus, causing legitimate mail to be returned - if you wrote and it was sent back please try again - I really do what to hear from my readers - many of my inspirations come from my readers and it is only by hearing from you that I know someone is reading what I'm writing. Thanks!