Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2005 16:39:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Dan Boyd <danb31210@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teen Master 2

Okay, guys, I appreciate the comments I have gotten, both positive and
negative. Nice to know there are others like me with this fantasy. Oddly,
most of you said you liked the pace I was setting, and that the delay to
sex felt more realistic -- so I am going to go with the flow of the story
as it comes, and the sex is gonna happen when it happens. Gonna have Matt
establish his control, then the sex, but the humiliation most of ya want
will still happen, because that is a key to his control. So probably will
be towards end of the next chapter or maybe beginning of fourth one before
they do any fucking. Sorry to those of ya just wanting a quick jerk off --
gonna go with the audience ;-)

Again, feel free to shoot me emails to DanB31210@yahoo.com about your
thoughts and suggestions and critiques -- but flames will be deleted. And
now, on with the show...

***

I washed up the dishes and tidied the kitchen, then went to find Matt. He
was in the den, watching a movie (I never could tell the difference in the
movies kids watched these days -- everything just blew up to the tune of
some loud rock song). He was sitting with one leg on the sofa and the other
down the side so his foot was on the floor. He had taken off his shirt, but
still had on his track pants. I took a second to admire the physique of the
guy -- he was amazingly well muscled, with defined abs even relaxed, and
for some reason I watched as he breathed, imagining the feel of the ridges
and valleys between his six pack stomach. He was mostly smooth, though
there was a small patch of hair between his pecs, and a line running down
the bottom of his belly leading that led to down below, but the view of
that was blocked by the track pants. His feet were bare, and for some
reason, I stared at his foot on the floor, noticing the curve of it, and
that even the top of his foot was tanned -- most people who are into sports
have a stark tan line around the ankle or a little higher.

My reverie was broken as Matt, snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot
in front of him. I blushed, ashamed of myself for having thought about him
that way, but I still moved to stand in front of him. He looked past me at
first, still watching the tv, until he abruptly sat up, so both feet were
on the floor. "Okay, time for you to learn how to please me beyond doing my
cooking and cleaning -- kneel down in front of me, boy."

At the word `boy' I started -- if anything he was the boy, half my age and
all!!! But when I started to open my mouth, all Matt did was shoot his hand
out and grab my crotch, his grip so tight on my nuts it made me whimper
instantly, and I sank to my knees. He let go of them as I dropped, and
instead grabbed me by the hair and used that as a handle to push my
down. "When I give an order, you stupid fucking bitch-boy, I expect it to
be obeyed INSTANTLY -- got it?" As he finished, he slapped me lightly
across the face, just hard enough to sting and get my attention, but not
enough to leave a mark.

I swallowed, and looked down, which was the wrong thing to do -- again I
got slapped, this time backhand across the face, almost knocking me
backward. "I asked a question, you such a stupid cunt you cannot answer
me?" I steadied myself, then answered "Yeah, Matt, I understand...."

Again, the words were obviously wrong, as Matt slapped me twice more across
the face. "No, no -- you are the fucking pussy here, you address me as
Sir. Your stupid ass is the one on the DVD abusing me -- an underage,
unwilling kid -- for sex. Now you pay the price -- which is you lose the
life ya have." As he said this, he pulled me around and back into the
couch, so I was sitting on the floor with my back against the cushion, and
his left leg draped over my shoulder. "Okay, boy -- massage my feet -- and
you better do it good or I'll really whip ya, got it?"

I nodded, but luckily I recalled the lesson from a brief moment before and
said "Yessir" before I pulled his foot up into my hands. I worked the
muscles, trying to release stress and such, and I am told I give great
massages, so I was sure I would do a good job for him. When he let out a
low sigh, something inside me felt good at making *him* feel good.

But my mind raced at the circumstances -- I had been enslaved in my own
home, by a 17yo kid, and I was not fighting back. What the hell was wrong
with me? And worse -- I was fucking hard again!!! I mean, I was not
attracted to him that way, but something about the situation -- about being
turned into a submissive little bitch -- made my dick hard. I prayed he did
not notice, but I knew he could see the growing tent in my pants.

After a few minutes, he pulled his other leg up and without a word, I took
that foot in my hands and worked on it. But it was not too long before he
got bored with this, and began to rub the other foot across my groin,
feeling my hardon. He did not say anything, which was even worse. Instead
he just began to press harder on it, moving his foot up and down the mound,
which only made it worse, of course. I began leaking pre-cum just from the
friction, and slowly a spot appeared, showing my new shame. I turned beet
red as I realized it was obvious.

When I started to slow down on the massage, however, he took his foot off
me and slapped the back of my head. "See, you stupid cunt, when I do nice
things for you, you fuck it up by letting me down. Not gonna let that go."
As he said this he shoved me forward, so I ended up halfway over the coffee
table, trying to get up. But Matt had other ideas -- his hand shoved me
back down, and at the same time pushed me further ahead, so I was now bent
over the table, my knees on the floor and my arms splayed out across it.

As he did this, he used his other hand to reach around me and undo my belt,
and began pulling it out of the loops. "See, like any bad little boy, you
have to be punished. And we both know what it takes to get thru to stubborn
assholes, right?" As he said that, I heard the belt snap, as he doubled it
over and popped it.

I started to push up off the table, thinking this had gone more then far
enough. "Okay Matt... sir... you can't do this to..." My words were cut off
as the belt whistled thru the air and landed hard on my ass. I yelped and
fell back to the table. Matt used the moment to put his hand on the nape of
my neck, and pressed down -- I was trapped.

The belt landed over and over, until I was crying, like a baby. The whole
time, two thoughts were running thru my head: one, what the hell could I do
to stop this maniac who was whipping my ass raw, and two, why the hell was
my dick so fucking hard -- each blow made me jerk against the table, and
everytime I was reminded that at least that part of me loved what it was
feeling.

After several minutes -- I had stopped counting the number of blows after
the fifth one tore me up -- Matt let up on my neck and sat back down on the
couch. I slowly managed to collect myself, and moved to stand up. But when
I was halfway there, he snapped his fingers and pointed down at his
feet. Still sobbing, I sank back down to my knees in front of him.

"Okay fucker, now you have a bit of a clue that I will not be disrespected,
not by a little faggot shit like you. I would say I hated doing that to ya,
but truth is, I loved it. So anytime... ANYTIME... you wanna give me
another excuse to beat the hell out of ya, feel free. And we both know that
you like it -- " his foot pressed hard on my cock, still rock solid as a
testament to my shame -- "so do not try and give me any fuckin' bullshit
about it."

He leaned down in my face, perfectly calm and composed compared to my still
sniffling self. "Now, time for me to see what that fucking pretty mouth of
yours can do." He stood up and pulled off his pants, and again I was
staring at his naked body. He spent a lot of time in the gym as well as in
sports, and I swear he looked just like one of the guys you see on men's
fitness mags -- he even looked the age, you know young enough to make us
want to be them but not like he was jailbait (ironic, huh?). He had been
using tanning beds, so even now in November he had a nice healthy looking
tan, broken only where he wore shorts. His dick was hanging down, and I had
to admit god had blessed this kid with a healthy dose of manhood -- hard, I
bet it would have made my own dick look ... well, not small but not large.

He got my attention away from his body with a snap of his fingers on my
right ear. He laughed as he said, "Fucking awesome, already have you
lusting after my bod, huh, boy? See, I pegged you for a fag when I first
realized you were watching me do the lawn work. All ya needed was a tough
guy to bring it out, huh?" He flexed as he said that, and goddammit, my
dick jumped as I watched his muscles move.

He sat back down, his legs spread, and pointed to his feet. "Start with
them, bet they will taste good. But hey, even if they don't -- you are
gonna take care of `em." He watched my face, to see when... not if,
WHEN... I would give in to him.

It took about ten seconds, but when his hand began to pick up the belt
again, I decided I could not handle another beating, and that licking his
feet would not be THAT bad, right? Besides, that was as far as it was going
to go... I mean, he might like sex with guys, but would not make me do
it... would he?

The small voice in the back of my head told me not to count on it...

***

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