Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003 14:20:21 -0600
From: J Wray <jwray000@ameritech.net>
Subject: Freeing David - 13

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or
real circumstances is purely coincidental.

The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M)
scenes. If you object to such content or are not of a legal age for your
jurisdiction to read them, please exit now.

Many thanks to my proofreaders/editors w1nner and Dirk M for their sharp

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Freeing David 13

My crew came up with lots of usable information about the sheriff. We
already knew he wasn't a nice guy, but it appeared that he was involved in
some unlawful activities as well. They didn't have many details, but that
was a different issue than what he'd done to David and DJ. I knew enough
now to make some suggestions to the guys. The crew was going to follow up
on the other problem and take some action if it seemed warranted.

Since I had suggestions to make, I decided to drop in on my boy and see how
things were going. We had talked once during the week, and he sounded very
happy. Friday evening a little before dinnertime I rang their doorbell. DJ
opened the door wearing just a pair of running shorts. He looked shocked
for a moment, then yelled "Michael!" and grabbed and hugged me so hard I
could hardly breathe.

I hugged him, too, of course, and when he slacked off a little I asked, "Am
I in time for dinner?"

"Yeah. Come in. It's been a week since Dad and Russ came to find me, so we
decided to celebrate. We're going to a nice little restaurant here in
town."

"Will it work for me to join you, or is it just a family thing? You have
reservations or something?"

"Reservations for six. We'll call and ask them to add another plate. It's
the four of us and Russ's sister and her husband, and now you." He looked
at me with a smile. "You are family for me, Michael, and that's more than
enough for Dad and Russ to include you."

David came into the room and gave me a big smile, "Hi!" and a hug. He was
naked. "Michael, I can't thank you enough for what you did for DJ. He's
told us more and more about it all week. I don't think he would have been
ready for Russ and me if we'd just dropped in."

At that point Russ came down the hall, also naked, to see what all the
talking was about, and I got the same treatment from him.  "Joining us for
dinner?"

"If you don't think it'll be a problem, I'd like that."

"No problem, I'll call Lyle and ask him to add one more place to our
table. We aren't expected for over an hour, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Where's Steve?" I asked.

"He's at my sister's. They live about a block further down the
street. She's sort of a mother for him, so he's over there fairly often."

"I have a plan for the sheriff. Want to discuss that now or will that spoil
your mood for dinner?"

David grinned. "I think it might help my mood." Russ and DJ nodded. We
moved to seats in the living room. DJ guided to me to the sofa so we could
sit together. He had shed his shorts at some point. "It isn't a
requirement, but you can get comfortable if you want, too Michael," David
told me.  I grinned and stripped. It felt good.

I told them my plan, and they were all grinning when I finished. "Think you
could be there Sunday?" I asked.

"Sure." from all of them.

"Paul was going to try to arrange something for the next time you were
over. Has he called?"

"Yeah." David answered. He looked a little pensive. "He said my parents
would like to see me and meet Steve. Mom would even like to see Russ
again. I guess Dad grumbled about that part but she didn't back off.  Paul
also said he's told his father-in-law that he's leaving. He's going to move
back over here. He said Mildred is really pissed."

"What's he going to do?"

"For now we've asked him to be the controller and accountant for the
architectural and construction companies. If it works out, that'll make
life a lot easier for Russ and me."

At that point the front door burst open and a slender kid with light brown
hair popped in. "Dad!" he yelled. Then he closed the door, saw us sitting
in the living room, and got embarrassed when he saw me. "Ooops. Sorry."

"Steve, come meet Michael. He's the guy DJ has been talking about all
week."  I stood up and Steve came over and shook hands.

He wasn't bothered by my nudity.  He quite openly checked me out briefly
but didn't dwell on it and didn't seem embarrassed that he'd done so. "Good
to meet you, Sir."

I hadn't met a teenager that polite in years. "Nice meeting you, too,
Steve." I refrained from embarrassing him by telling him what a handsome
young man he was.  He was going to turn lots of heads when he got a couple
of years older.

"Dad, Auntie asked if I could baby sit for them after dinner. The sitter
they got can only stay a couple of hours and they wanted to go to a movie
afterwards. Will that OK? I'd probably just stay over there tonight."

"Sure. Why don't you call and tell her that's fine with us." Russ
answered. I glanced at DJ for some reason, and he was trying to look
neutral, but was obviously pleased with this turn of events. Steve headed
out of the room. "We need to get dressed for dinner soon, too, son."

"Yup. I'll be ready, Dad."

"I should get my suitcase and find something to wear." I observed.

"I can slip on my shorts and get it, Michael." DJ offered.  By the time he
got back I'd picked up all my clothes, and he grabbed my free hand and we
headed downstairs. I caught the amused glance David and Russ exchanged.

"Don't be too long, guys. We have to be there in half an hour." David
called after us.

. . . .

Dinner was fantastic, as was the company. I liked all of them, and they all
seemed very happy to have DJ with them. DJ and Steve were both delighted to
have a brother. It had only been a week, but it looked like DJ was settling
in well.

When we were walking back to the cars, David managed to walk with me and
separate us from the group a little. "You know my son is in love with you,
don't you, Michael." he said quietly, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I've started to realize that, yes." It gave me quite a buzz just thinking
about it.

"I hope you aren't going to hurt him the way I did."

"I'll try hard not to do that, David. I love him, too."

"Want to move in with us?"

"I'm not sure we're ready for that. Not yet, anyway."

"Not that he needs it, but you two would certainly have my blessing if you
wanted to pair up."

"You don't know me that well yet, David." I wondered how much DJ had really
told them.

"I know what DJ has said about you. I see how he glows when you're
around. I feel really good when you're around, and so does Russ - we've
talked about it. You seem like the kind of son-in-law we'd love to have."

I grinned. "Thanks, David. It's good to know that." He squeezed my shoulder
and let go as we caught up to the rest of the group.

...

When we got back to the house, Steve zipped downstairs to change into
babysitting clothes. He was back so soon I was positive he hadn't hung
anything up. He said goodnight to all of us, then went to DJ and hugged
him. "Have fun, bro." DJ turned red, but Steve was in such a hurry he
didn't notice.

"You guys want to play some cards?" Russ asked, barely keeping a straight
face. DJ shot him a 'you've got to be kidding' look, and Russ and David
burst out laughing. "I guess we'll see you guys in the morning sometime
then." By then DJ was smiling, too, realizing he was being put on. He
grabbed my hand again and after saying good night to his dads we went
downstairs again.

"I'm glad Steve went over to Betty and Tom's tonight. He knows about gay
sex and knows what his Dad and Russ do and seems to be totally cool with
it, but I would still feel embarrassed with him down here, too. If I ever
try to find a boyfriend, I may feel like I have to move." We stripped out
of our clothes and hung them, sort of, then he almost tackled me and threw
me on the bed.

I laughed. "Have you missed me?"

"Yes! A lot! It's great being here. Dad lets me know where he's going, and
I tell him where I'm going. That seems to be working for both of us, but
that little boy you talked about was starting to wonder if you would come
back." He hugged me hard.

"You can tell him anytime he starts wondering that I'll come around
regularly, DJ. You're a neat man and I'm not going to forget you." I hugged
him back. We just snuggled for a while, then I used his hair to pull his
head back and kissed him on the mouth. He was instantly hard.

He scooted back and took my hand again. "I've gotta show you something." He
pulled me up and took me to an enclosed space in the end of the
basement. He opened the door and turned on the lights to reveal a small
dungeon. "Neat, huh?"

"Wow!" It was a little crowded and things would have to be moved about to
give space to use some of the equipment, but most stuff I might want was
there. "Do they use this when Steve is here?"

"Yeah. He knows all about it. As I said, he's cool with men having sex,
even S&M activities, it's me that would be embarrassed. He warns us when
he's going to bring friends over so we have clothes on, and they don't use
it when he has company. Do you want to use it tonight?" It was clear he was
ready.

"I don't think so." I told him.

"Is something wrong?" He looked worried. I grabbed his hand and led him
back to his bedroom and closed the door.

"On the bed, Boy. Spread eagle on your back." I tried to sound stern.

He didn't buy the stern part. "Yes, Sir!" and he jumped on the bed and got
in position. He looked at me with a gleam in his eye. I went to my suitcase
to get what I needed - lots of clothespins, leather cuffs, ropes and some
lube. He watched me put everything on the bed, and looked a little wary
when I added the pile of clothespins. I put a leather cuff on his left
wrist and used one rope to tie that to one bedpost and then repeated the
process on the other side. Walking to the foot of the bed, I grabbed his
ankles and pulled him down so the ropes holding his arms were tight.

Moving to kneel beside him on the bed, I picked up two clothespins and put
one on each of his tits, getting a slight grunt on each one. Then I made a
line of them on his scrotum, starting right under his cock and following
the dividing line to where his scrotum ended between his legs. I thought
that would keep him amused while I put the other pair of restraints on his
ankles and used two more ropes to pull his legs toward the posts at the
foot of the bed.  By the time I finished that, I figured his tits would be
nicely sensitive, so I released them and used my thumbs to rub them around
a bit. He grimaced and hissed. His cock was hard and a bead of precum was
sitting on the end.

"Like that, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, I have a few more I might as well use." He let out a slight groan. I
moved my pile closer and started making a pattern on his torso. I started
out with the ridge of flesh connecting his torso to his arm and worked down
one side, finally angling in toward his cock. On the other side I ran out
part way down, so I started using the ones from his scrotum to complete
that line. Each time I removed one he made a little grunt. His cock hadn't
deflated at all. "Hey, you look good that way, Boy."

"Thank you, Sir." I palmed his scrotum rubbing it around a bit to make sure
the feeling was back.  His breath got a little faster and precum started
dripping on his belly. I rubbed my finger in it and held it in front of his
mouth. He lifted his head to lick my finger and discovered that that pulled
his skin a little tighter under some of the clothespins. He grunted but
licked my fingers carefully.

"You're doing well, Boy."

"Thank you, Sir." I took one of smaller ropes and wrapped it around his
balls twice and tied it tightly enough to elicit a little gasp. The other
end I led to the bottom of the bed and wrapped it around a bar in the bed
frame twice then pulled it tight enough so his cock was pointing straight
up.

"That looks good enough to eat, Boy." I knelt on the bed beside him, which
lowered his body slightly, tightening the rope on his balls.

"Oooof." I leaned over and licked the head a few times. "Oh! Oh! Unh! That
feels good, Sir."

"Good." I flipped some of the clothespins back and forth a few times. "I
think maybe these have been on long enough. What do you think, Boy?"

"I don't know, Sir. They don't hurt much any more."

"I can fix that." He frowned slightly, maybe wishing he hadn't said quite
so much. I fished around my bag and found a coil of wire. Freeing about
four feet of it, I fed it through the centers of the springs on each of the
clothespins. DJ watched me with a puzzled expression. When I had it
threaded down one side and up the other, I tied the ends to the pins
closest to his arms. There was just a hand-width of wire between the last
pins on each side of his cock. I slipped my hand under it and firmly jerked
it up and toward his head.

He screamed and jerked his body up. The pins had all snapped off in less
than a second, and his jerk had pulled on his balls even harder. I dropped
the wire and started rubbing my hands up and down the lines where the pins
had been. "Aaaah!  Aaaah! Oooooh! Oooooh! Ouch! Ouch!
Ooooo. Oooooo. Unh. Unh. Oh. Oh."  The first jerk had been enough to
convince him to lie still, but his eyes and mouth were wide open. Finally
he quieted down, breathing hard.

"Got all the feeling back now, Boy?"

"I think so, Sir. That was pretty intense." His cock had even wilted a
little. I leaned down and licked it a few times. That was all it took to
get it back to full mast.

I got off the bed and stood at the bottom looking at him and allowed a
slight smile to play with the corners of my mouth. "You're a hot man,
DJ. Looks like you might be interested in getting off, too."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm quite interested in getting off, Sir." He was showing
no nervousness, or at least no more than would be normal for someone
completely restrained with his balls under tension. It was an incredible
transformation from the terrified, shy, inhibited man I'd met three weeks
ago.

"Maybe we should work on that goal a little. Maybe we can get you a little
closer." I untied the rope holding his balls from the foot rail and
restrung it around one of the bedposts and then tied it to the ring on one
of his ankle cuffs. I found another rope, looped it around his balls twice,
tied it tightly, then led the rest around the other bedpost and back to his
other ankle cuff and tied it off. Only then did I release the original
ropes holding his legs straight. Now he could move his legs, but if he
moved either one it would pull on his balls.

DJ had no pillow under his head, so to watch what I was doing he had to
hold his head up. That was obviously tiring, but he had watched enough to
keep track of what I was doing. After everything was set I quickly pulled
my thumbnail up the bottom of his left foot when he wasn't watching.

"Aaaaaa!" His leg muscles twitched violently, but his leg barely moved. He
really did understand what the ropes would do, so I did the other foot
harder. "Aaaaaaaaaaa!" Again there was a big twitch but no jerk of his leg.

"Good control, Boy. I like that."

"Thank you, Sir." He was grinning but watching me carefully. His cock was
hard, pulled straight up, leaking precum. I got back on the bed, grabbed
the tube of lube and carefully coated his cock and then my asshole. His
cock twitched with the attention. I put a knee on each side of his chest
and then started backing up, eventually working my toes under his thighs as
I moved into position to sit on his hard cock. I reached behind myself and
pulled it forward a little to get the angle right and put its tip against
my asshole. He grunted slightly, since that tightened the ropes on his
balls. Leaning back just a little, I let the head slide in just enough to
hold his cock in that position. I could tell by his expression that he was
expecting me to do more.

"Like that, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir!" His eyes sparkled.

"Want in deeper, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Go for it, Boy." First he tried rocking his hips, but I followed his
motions and moved up and down at the same rate he did. He got no
satisfaction out of that. He tried pushing his feet into the bed and
raising his hips, but when he did that, the ropes pulled even harder on his
balls. He was moving his cock back and forth only an inch or so, and he was
sweating.

"Unh. Unh. Unh." On one of his thrusts, I sank down so his whole cock
slipped into my ass. "Oh, yeah!"  Before he could fully enjoy the feeling I
raised up so far his cock almost slipped out. I held that position. His
eyes were getting a little glazed, and he was clearly frustrated. He
started pushing a little harder. "Unh. Oh. Ouch. Unh. Uunnh."

Suddenly I sank so he was completely in me but just sat there not letting
him move at all.  "Nnnnnnh!" He was so frustrated he was almost snarling at
me. To get his mind off his cock I started pinching and rolling both his
tits.

"Having fun, Boy?" He was breathing hard, groaning once in a while.

"Unh. Yes, Sir."  I sat up and let him pop completely out of my ass and
moved up so my cock was resting on his lips. He immediately started licking
the precum off, and soon lifted his head so he could take it in his
mouth. I put one of the pillows behind his head so I could face fuck him
better and started thrusting into his mouth. Eventually I was going down
his throat. It wasn't going to take much to send me over the edge, so
before I got too close I backed down his body and again just took the tip
of his cock in my ass. He was getting desperate. He was thrusting harder
and groaning more. When I was sure he was going to cum on the nest thrust,
I pulled off him again. "Ooooooooo!" He thrust harder, trying to follow
me. "Uuuuunhh!!"

I moved up his body and even before I got close he had his tongue out
trying to lick my cock. "You want my cock, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir. Please let me suck your cock, Sir. Please, Sir." I let him take
the head in his mouth and he played with it thoroughly with his
tongue. Finally I started thrusting, and soon I was sinking in all the way
again.

"I'm going to cum soon, Boy. You ready for that?" He nodded and sucked even
harder as I was thrusting. "Here it comes, Boy." I pulled back so the head
was in his mouth instead of down his throat. "AAAaaaaaaaaa!!!"  I shot my
cum in his mouth and he tried to swallow it all and suddenly started
grunting and groaning himself. He was cumming, too.

When I refocused on his face he still had his eyes closed. He was holding
my cock gently in his mouth and was trying to smile around it. After a
while he opened his eyes and started licking my cock gently, making sure it
was clean. He had a look of adoration in his eyes. "You do that very well,
Boy."

He gave my cock one last swipe with his tongue. "Thank you, Sir."

I moved off of him and knelt by his side. "You made a mess of yourself,
Boy."

"Yes, Sir. I got sort of excited for a while there, Sir."  I started
licking him clean, ending with sucking his cock a little more. It got hard
again, a clear invitation to further torment. I continued sucking,
occasionally stopping to lick his balls while I used a hand to stroke
him. Part of the time, while I was bobbing up and down on his cock, I was
tickling his asshole with one finger. Occasionally I would press a little,
but not enough to penetrate. Soon he started moaning again, and when I
stopped sucking, he'd whimper a little. Each time I moved on the bed, the
tension on his balls changed, of course, and he had no control over any of
this.

Bobbing on his cock I took him to the very edge, then stopped and licked
his balls. He whined. When he'd cooled down a little, I started stroking
him while licking his balls, and then stopped touching him when he got too
close. "Oh, please, Sir."

"What do you need, Boy? You ready to go to sleep now?"

"Nooo! Oh, please, Sir, I need to cum again! Please!"

I started stroking him again, very lightly. "You already came once tonight,
Boy. Aren't you getting a little greedy?" He was making little thrusting
motions again, in spite of the ropes on his balls.

"Oh, I don't think so, Sir. You got me so hot I really need to cum
again. Please."

"I don't know, Boy. My arm is getting tired and my mouth is tired. You seem
to be taking a long time to cum, maybe we should just go to sleep." I
released my grip a little, so I was just barely touching his cock as I
moved my hand along it.

"Oooooh! Please, Sir, I don't think I could go to sleep quite yet. I really
need to cum! Please, Sir."

"Tell you what, Boy, I'll get you off again, but when you start cumming I'm
going to slap your balls hard enough to hurt. You still want to do it?"  He
was so aroused he was panting. He frowned, trying to weigh the pleasure and
the unknown level of additional pain. I increased my stroking pressure
again, making sure he was so close it hurt.

"Yes, Sir. I still want to cum, Sir. Please, Sir."

"Good." I stopped stroking him and got off the bed. He whined and moaned in
frustration. I found my shorts, the ones I'd been wearing all day, and got
back on the bed, bouncing around a little more then was necessary to make
sure he enjoyed the jerking on his balls. I rubbed the shorts around on his
face then wadded them into a ball. "Open your mouth, Boy. I don't want you
waking the whole household."  His eyebrows arched, and he looked a little
nervous, but he opened his mouth and let me stuff my shorts in. "That OK,
Boy?"  He nodded. His cock hadn't drooped at all in the interval, but the
head wasn't quite as red as it had been earlier.

I started licking his cock again, then deep throated him in one plunge then
bobbed a few times, then plunged all the way down again. His cock expanded
in my throat. A very muffled "aaaaaaaaaaaaaa" burst from his throat as I
pulled up so he was shooting in my mouth. I slapped the bottoms of his
balls hard with my outstretched fingers and his knees bent reflexively,
jerking on his balls even harder. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Another
big spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. He flattened out on the bed,
moaning, tears running from his eyes, as I licked his cock clean. When I
finished I knelt beside him until he opened his eyes. I took my shorts out
of his mouth. He stretched his jaw a couple of times. "That hurt, Sir."

"Was it worth it?"

"Yeah." A little smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Want to do it again?"

"Not tonight!"

"But sometime?"

He thought for a moment. "Maybe."  I reached down and loosened the tension
on his ankle ropes. His balls dropped down between his legs and he let out
a big sigh. After I got all the ropes and the leather cuffs off, he
gingerly cupped his balls, holding them a little protectively. He looked at
me and grinned. "I think I can sleep now."

...

Light was streaming in the window when he started stirring in the
morning. He tensed when I reached over him and cupped his balls. I was
gentle this time so he relaxed. I rolled them a little. "Tender?"

"A little. I wouldn't want to repeat last night quite yet."  His cock was
getting firmer though. At that point one of the dads yelled down the stairs
that breakfast would be ready soon. He replied that we'd be up shortly.

"You're already mostly up, Boy." He rolled over and we kissed.

"Will you come visit often?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes! I can't tell you how much I want that." His eyes looked a little
watery.

I kissed him. "Then we'll have to work out something."

...

At breakfast we talked about the timing for our visit to the sheriff. They
could all arrange to take Monday off, so we agreed to meet at a nice little
park near the sheriff's house Sunday evening. He was very regular. He had
dinner and some beers with buddies and always got home about 10. We would
be ready.

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