Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 16:39:21 +0100 From: Stash Subject: To Whom I Belong part 2 TO WHOM I BELONG by Stash Part II - Getting Started _____________________________________________________ Please write me an email about what you think abot the 2nd part. I'd be gladly answering each and every mail. Thanx. write to: stash@directbox.com _____________________________________________________ YOU MUST BE 21 or older, in most places, to read this type of erotic and sexual story, which includes spanking, different forms of discipline, and sexual activity between males. These acts are considered extreme by many persons. The story is not real, and it does not reflect any real people or events. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental, and unintentional. _____________________________________________________ PART II Thousands of thoughts kept whirling through my head as I lay on my bed and stared into the darkness. I was wearing a fresh and clean pair of briefs now, but deep down inside I felt dirty. SO goddamn dirty and humiliated! Before my inner eye, the events of the late afternoon just wouldn't stop repeating over and over again, and I really tried my hardest to somehow figure out what the hell could have started to happen to me. Billys sweet angelface turning cruel and frightening, the still burning pain on my cheek from whe he had hit me, Matts cheerful grin that had openly showed the fun he'd had watching my younger cousin humiliating me while I could do nothing more but just stand there before him, acting shy and speechless like... well, like some stupid fag that wouldn't even mind sinking as low as it possibly gets, just because his little cousin wanted him to. Rolling over to one side, silent tears of shame and all messed up confusion ran down the smooth and silky skin of my face. Was I REALLY Billys property now? Had I really sunk THAT low? In the run of just one single afternoon? I started to wonder what he could have meant with those "changes" he'd been talking about... and about what would happen when he came back. Shortly after his fierce announcement of me belonging to him from now on, he had locked me in my room. I had heard him and Matt talking about going to have a drink somewhere before the front door had slammed shut. Of course, Billy hadn't told me about when he was going to come back. After all, why would he? I felt lousy, really lousy, but the one thing I didn't understand was the fact that even under these circumstances I was still totally horned up. I just couldn't believe it! I had been hit, made fun of and humiliated in a most mean and downgrading way... but obviously, that had only made me even more horny than I had been before. A yawn of sleepiness slipped from my mouth, and I decided to quickly make myself come to somehow ease the pressure the day had built up in me. As I rubbed my hardon, my left hand clang to the sheets with extasy, and it didn't even take me a single minute to finally blow the whole hot load of this strage but nevertheless most exciting day all over the tightening muscles of my belly and my uncontrollably up and down moving chest. When I was done, I found myself way too tired and exhausted to get up from my bed and get me a towel or something. I just put my briefs back on and rolled over to the side, only seconds before I fell asleep. Bad mistake, Luke! Baaad mistake! "NOW WAKE UP, SUCKER!" My body stiffened with fear from Billy's harsh voice, even before I was fully awake myself. "Billy" I mumbled sleepily, "what the hell are you..." Only an instant later my eyes opened in a flash of sudden pain as he clutched his right hand to a fist and rammed it into my stomach. "Don't you EVER call me like that again!" he shouted, his hand forming a tight grip around my throat, forcing me to look right into his eyes. "Got that, Lukie?!" "Y-Yes, S-S-Sir!" I stuttered. "Been a naughty little boy when I was gone, haven't you, sweetie?" "No, Sir! I was..." "... WHAT were you, Lukie? Huh?" He looked down on me in what I clearly understood as a mixture of diappointment and anger. "Spilling MILK all over yourself?!?" He reached out for my chest, pointing at the already dried up spots of cum which I had been too tired to clean um after having jerked off. Damn! I really hadn't thought about even the possibility of him seeinf this! "I'm sorry, Sir!" I didn't have to try hard to give him my very most submissive look as tears of shame were already filling my eyes again. To my own surprise I realized that I really WAS sorry! Sorry to have jerked myself off without his permission. Sorry for disappointing him and making him angry. I felt my skin starting to tremble nervously as I just lay in front of him, waiting for him to just do or say something. And that was definitely the worst part of it all! I was completely down to his will, and HE only stood there, his hand still like a steel collar around my throat. Suddenly Billy's face brightened, and he rose up and let off of me. "Undress, Lukie!" he said calmly, and I stripped off my briefs to let him see my dick that was already showing one hell of an erection again. "Well then," he continued. "I bet you would like to taste my cock, don't you, sucker?!" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, admitting to myself that this was really what I had been dreaming about for a very long time. "I would really love to taste it!" I had quite often imagined what it would be like to give him a blowjob, but of course I had never even dared to dream of really doing this someday. Billy grabbed for my hair and brutally pulled me off my bed until i was kneeling before him, shaking with both excitement and the fearful thougt of maybe diappointing him again. My own erected dick grew harder and harder as I watched Billy unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. I already saw his hot meat pumping relentlessly underneath hi shorts, knowing that I was just seconds away from tasting it. "Now remove my shorts and do me, Lukie!" he ordered. I did as I was told and when I finally took his hard cock into my mouth I almost felt like standing as close as you can get to blowing my load. It was all still unbelievable to me! Billy, my cousin, of whom I had dreamed and fantasized almost every single time I had ever jerked myself off, was standing right here before me with his pants down. I was really trying to give him the best blow I had ever performed, more than anything else wanting to satisfy him, as he finally raised his right leg to kick me away from him with his knee. "Before it slipps me, Lukieboy! I've got one hell of a surprise fur you little sucker!" he said as he headed for his jacket and began to search the pockets. "Look, Billy... uhm... SIR, I mean. Please don't call me like that, okay?" "Shut it, fag!" "But Sir, I was just..." BAM! He slapped my face again, but this time with an amount of strength and brutality that made me shake with fear. "Billy, that's NOT funny anymore!" I said calmly, getting up from on my knees to face him. BAM! Another punch, even harder than the last one, hurt my face as if it was his by some baseball club or something. I felt tears of pain roll down my face, but this time, I was determined to show him, that not only HE had rules. I had my rules, too, and from what I had experienced so far, I did not have the impression that he would ever in any way even consider to care. "WELL, YOU'RE FUCKIN' RIGHT, BITCH!" he furiously screamed in a way and loudness I could never have imagined on him. "THIS..." ..BAM!... "...IS..." ..BAM!... "...DEFINITELY..." ..BAM!... "...NOT..." ..BAM!... "...FUNNY!!!!" ..BAM! I had never in my life been so afraid of ANYone else before! Billy was getting completely out of control, hitting me harder and harder in my face and stomach with every single word he yelled out at me. I sank down to my knees again, holding my belly in pure pain and crying like I had never done before. "Stop it, Billy!" I sobbed through my tears as I tried to gasp for air. "Please?" I looked at him with my teary eyes wide open, hoping that he would finally stop hitting me. Would I really have to play the role of his slave and human human punching ball forever? Just to keep myself from being hurt? I couldn't do that! No, DEFINITELY not! With the last remains of strength that I felt in my body I rose up one last time and rammed my clenched fist fiercely into his chest, screaming "LEAVE... ME... ALONE!!!" Billy did not seem to have counted the possibility of my defens in because he looked shocked and confused as he fell back over, landing right on his ass. This all went SO damn fast that I didn't realize what I was doing at first. What had I done?!? I had hit Billy! Billy! My own cousin! The boy I have been secretly in love with for almost all my life! I was way too overwhelmed by the most confusing and terrifying emotions to be in any way able to cope with this situation, so I just sat down on my bed and cried as Billy got up from the floor, obviously trying his hardest to keep himself under control. "Okay, Lukie-bitch!" he hatefully hissed at me. "Get dressed!... Get out!... But you better be FUCKIN' sure, that it's not over yet!" He slammed the door to my room without locking me up again as he left. Was that it? Epilogue in the chat room: damon: hey B, messed it up, right? B21: just shut it!! damon: oops!... someone's angry here. *lol* B21: sure am! this lousy little fag...! damon: i told you before... remember? B21: i DO!!! and it's not over yet! damon: seems to me that it sure is ;-)) B21: he won't have a choice this time! i'm gonna show that sucker where he belongs, even if it's the last thing i'll ever do!!! damon: well, aren't we a bit pathetic bout this? B21: keep your triumphant crap to yourself! let's just see who will be the last one standing damon: tough words for someone who doesn't even get along with a damn sucker like HIM. maybe you should ask someone to help you with him... i'd gladly sacrifice for this, u know... B21: don't YOU dare touch him!!! i STILL remember about that thing 2 years ago damon: well... some people just CAN'T forget... ;-) B21: you bet i won't! leave luke alone or i'll fuckin' make you regret the day you were born! >>>"B21" has ended the chat<<< .... to be continued Well folks, this was part II of my very first online story "To Whom I Belong". I really wanna thank all of you for the nice and encouraging emails i received, telling me to continue. I really appreciate each and every one of them! Please keep on writing to me about how you like part II and the recent developments. I'll be gladly answering every single email unless you tell me not to! ;-) Just feel free to write ANYthing you like to stash@directbox.com