Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 11:38:28 -0600
From: J Wray <jwray000@ameritech.net>
Subject: Freeing David  5

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The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M) scenes.
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Freeing David 5

At the base of the bluff a 200-foot wide flood plain sloped gently down to
the river. Tall trees provided a heavy green canopy, and between the shade
and periodic flooding underbrush couldn't take hold. What few plants there
were formed green islands on the rich, dark silt. It was a place you could
walk naked and not worry about what you were walking through. David led me
along the base of the bluff to a cave that had been carved by the river
maybe a century or more earlier, before erosion deepened its channel. The
ceiling was high enough for us to stand upright with room to spare. Its
floor was clean and dry.  Three large bark-free tree trunks had been rolled
in by a flood some time in the past and an old tree stump with a flat top
sat near the front.  There were only a couple of dark spots on the ceiling,
reminders of campfires of previous visitors.

"I've never run into anyone here." David said. He pointed at the dark spots.
"Those have been there ever since I found the place when I was a kid. I like
it here, so I try to keep it cleaned out so it feels comfortable."  He went
over to a log lodged against the wall, put the condoms and lube on it and
pulled a short-legged lawn chair from behind it.  He took it to the front
and set it close to the stump so it was looking out at the trees and river.
He stood by the chair and bowed to me, "Your seat, Sir."

"Thank you, Boy."  I sat in the chair and he on the stump. We sat and
contemplated the peaceful scene in front of us for several minutes,
exchanging occasional comments. With some people the silence would have felt
strained; with David, even as short a time as we'd known each other, it was
peaceful.

Eventually I decided David's meal had settled long enough, or at least mine
had. I stood up. "Give me your seat, Boy. I want to turn you across my
knees."

He looked at me as he stood up, worried. "Have I done something wrong, Sir?"

"No, not at all, it's just what I want to do."  His grin came back.

"Yes, Sir!"

As I sat down I noticed his cock was already plumping up a little. I reached
out and stroked it lightly, encouraging its growth. "You're right, your
father might have noticed this if he'd made you take your pants down." He
grinned and thrust into my hand.

 "He wouldn't have appreciated it the way you do, either."

Using it as a handle I pulled him toward my right side to get him in the
position I wanted.  "OK, Boy, down on your knees and lay across my lap."  He
quickly got in position and I moved him forward enough so his hard cock ran
into my thigh and was forced to point at the ground. I ruffled his hair with
my left hand while I traced lazy circles on his butt with my right. He
sighed, pressing into my hand with his head and wiggling his butt a little.

"This is wonderful, Sir." I used both hands to pull his butt cheeks apart so
I could see his pink asshole. It spasmed tightly shut for a moment, then he
let it relax enough so it wasn't straining against the pull. It was quite
clean. I blew on it, and it twitched again.

"You have a beautiful asshole, Boy. It looks clean, too. Did you do that for
me?" I used a forefinger to touch it very lightly, and it squeezed shut
again. I spit on it and used my finger to spread the saliva around and
played with the part open to me. It slowly relaxed.

"Ummmm, yes, Sir. I didn't know what you'd want to do, so I used one of the
enema kits to see how it worked then washed it real well in the shower
later."

"Thank you. Have you played with your asshole before, Boy?"

"Uhhh, yes, Sir. I'm afraid I have."

"I'm glad. I like boys to discover how much pleasure that can give them.
Have you put things in it?"  I could see a blush spreading over his
shoulders and guessed that his face was red.

"Yes, Sir. My fingers and..a few other things." The blush was spreading.

"What was your favorite?"  The blush was subsiding a little.  My being
matter-of-fact was helping him relax.

"Summer squash and zucchini work real well, Sir. I could find ones shaped
like I wanted, and I could round off the tips so they weren't rough going
in."

"What did you use for lube?"  He giggled.

"Mayonnaise works pretty well, Sir."

"Ever eat them afterwards?"  The blush came back and spread from his
shoulders to his back.

"I thought about it a lot when I was playing, but after I ejaculated it
always just seemed gross. Finally, once, I made myself pull it out and eat
it while I was masturba.jacking off."

"Was that a turn on?"

"It was at the time. Later I nearly got sick just thinking about it."

"Ever have problems getting them out?"

"Once! I was terrified. I was afraid I was going to have to tell my parents
about it, but eventually I relaxed enough so it slid out. After that I made
sure they were long enough to leave me a handle."

"Sounds like you've practiced quite a bit, Boy."

"Yes, Sir. I really like the feel of that when I'm.jacking off, Sir."

"Maybe we'll try something different a little later, Boy."

"I'd like that a lot, Sir. I even dreamed about you pen...fucking me last
night." I let go of his butt cheeks and slapped them lightly.

"First, I want to warm your butt for a while."

"Yes, Sir."  He settled against me more firmly, grasped my leg with his
right hand and arm. "I'd like that, too, Sir."

I used my usual technique, starting light and working up to firmer strokes.
Every once in a while I stopped and just rubbed my palm or drug my
fingernails over his cheeks, checking how hot they were and varying the
sensations for David. He grunted occasionally, or sighed or moaned. This
wasn't about pain, we had done enough of that before dinner. I was providing
him strong sensations and touch and closeness. Finally I pulled his cheeks
apart and blew on his asshole again. The light was getting dim, but I could
still see it twitch as my breath cooled it. I laid my palm against his butt
again, just holding it.

"I enjoyed that, Boy."

"So did I, Sir. It hurt a little at times, but it felt like you were.I don't
know.taking care of me again."

"Maybe you should go find the condoms and lube and see if we can figure out
how to use them, Boy."

"Yes, Sir!"  He practically jumped off my lap, and quickly retrieved them
from the tree trunk and brought them back to me. I put them on the stump for
now.

"Take my jock off for me, Boy, using your teeth." He fell to his knees in
front of me, held onto my legs with his hands and carefully started pulling
my jock down, first in one place then another. Rather quickly he had it down
to the tops of my boots leaving my cock and balls free in the air. Working
the straps over my boots took a little longer, but he was good at figuring
out exactly where he needed to hold it and soon my legs were unfettered.

"Suck on my cock a little, Boy."  He quickly took it in his hands and
pointed it at his mouth.  "Did I say you could use your hands, Boy?" He let
go.

"No, Sir. Sorry, Sir."  He soon had me fully hard and started practicing his
technique again. His trust level had gone way up; he had me at the back of
his throat almost immediately. He took a deep breath and I felt his throat
open and he leaned into me and let the head slide down his throat until his
nose was nestled in my pubic hair. I felt a couple of quivers, like he was
fighting his gag reflex, but he held me that way for several seconds before
he backed off.

"That was great, Boy. Thank you. Now, put one of those condoms on me."  He
tongued and bobbed on my cock a little more before letting it out of his
mouth. He picked up the packet and ripped it open, pulled the condom out and
placed it on the tip of my cock, making sure it was going to unroll the
right way. "You used these things before, Boy?"

"I buy one or two in a filling station occasionally because I like the
different sensation when I'm mas.jacking off." He rolled it down my shaft
carefully, and when he had it smoothed out, he deep throated me again, then
pulled off and kissed the end of my cock.

"Stand up and open the lube, Boy." He stood up and took the cap off the tube
and then looked at me. "You probably have to puncture the seal with the top
of the cap."

"No, Sir. I did that earlier when I was checking to see what it was like."
We both grinned.

"Glad you did your homework. Put some on your fingers, look me in the eyes
and work it into your asshole." He squeezed a blob onto the first two
fingers of his right hand and then looked into my eyes and reached behind
himself.

"Could you hold the tube for me, Sir?" When I nodded he handed me the tube
and then used his left hand to pull his cheeks apart so he could get
directly to his target. He looked thoughtful. He was doing his assignment
carefully.

"Remember, you need to get some inside, too." He nodded and his eyes closed
a little and I guessed from his motions he was working a finger in and out.
"Can you do that with two fingers?" He grinned again.

"Yes, Sir." He held his fingers in front of me and we broke eye contact
while I squeezed another glob of the gel onto his fingers. Then we
reconnected and he reached back once more. At one point his eyes closed, and
I guessed that was when two fingers went in.

"Feel good, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir. I like you making me do it while you watch me, Sir."

"Now, put a good amount on my cock." He took the tube back and squeezed a
blob into his hand this time and spread it on my sheathed cock by stroking
it. I cupped his balls then stroked his rock hard cock lightly. "Looking
forward to this, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir!!! I've been wanting this for . well, for a long time!"

"Turn around and lean on the stump, Boy."  He quickly got in position,
putting the tube between his hands. I moved in behind him and pulled his
cheeks apart and gently put the tip of my cock against its target. I pushed
gently. Nothing happened. "Breath in and push out, Boy." He did and I slid
in maybe a couple of inches, enough to be past his sphincters. I felt them
tighten around my shaft and heard him gasp.

"Could you hold still for a moment, Sir?"

"Sure." I held still until I felt his grip relax, then started slowly moving
forward. He sighed. When I was about two thirds of the way in I felt some
resistance and started stroking in and out a couple of inches, not trying to
go deeper just yet. "Think we need more lube, Boy?"

"Yes, I think that would help, Sir." I pulled out and he put more lube on
his hand and reached between his legs and again covered my cock. When he was
satisfied, he pointed it at his asshole and leaned back a little.  This time
it slipped in easily, but I still ran into the resistance at about the same
point.

"I'm going to force this gently, Boy. If it gets too uncomfortable, tell me.
I want this to be fun for you, too." I started thrusting a little harder,
moving in a little more each time.

He groaned. "God, that's wonderful, Sir!!" In a short time my pubes were
against his butt. I grabbed his hips and started some full length thrusts.
"Oooooohhhhhh!!" He let me maintain his balance and reached back and pulled
his cheeks apart so I could get in just a little deeper. I took the hint and
used his hips to pull him against me, making the thrust a little harder,
too. "Ooooh, yesssss!!"  I set up a slow pace, occasionally nudging his
prostate with my head, occasionally going deep and hard. He loved it all. "I
'm going to cum soon, Sir." I reached under him and grabbed his balls and
pulled down and squeezed firmly. "Unnnnn!!"

"You'll like this more if you don't cum before I do, Boy."

"That slowed me down a little. I'll try to hold off, Sir."

"If you cum before I do, Boy, I'll put a ball stretcher on you when we get
back to the cabin and make you wear it until after you come home from work
tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir. I'll try to hold off, Sir."

"You know what a ball stretcher is?"

"I think I can guess from what you just did, Sir."

"Good, think about having your balls aching like that the entire time you're
at work tomorrow."  His cock twitched.

"I'm not sure that'll help, Sir."

"Wellllll, think about having to tell your mother why you're walking funny."
He laughed.

"That may help, Sir." Sweat was already pouring down his back and running
into his crack, keeping the lube wet. I started stroking slowly again, and
each time he started to tense up, I'd reach down and squeeze his balls. That
was slowing him down less and less each time. I was close myself, but I was
sure I could hold off until he went over the edge.

"OK, Boy, you can cum any time you want, but remember the ball stretcher."

"mmmmm." He nodded.  I only stroked a couple more times before he lost it.
He tossed his head back. "Unnnnuuhh. Oh, shit. OH, GOD, Ooooooohhhhh,
aaaaahhhhhh." The spasms of his sphincter sent me over the edge, too, and my
own moans were added to his. I managed to maintain my balance and hold his
hips so he didn't fall. After a while I felt him take his weight on his arms
again. Big, deep breath, "That was unbelievable, Sir!"

"Yeah, it was." That was all I wanted to add at that point. Finally I felt
like I was mostly back in my body. "Stand up, Boy." My cock was still in his
ass.  He stood and I wrapped my arms around his chest and he reached back
and pulled my hips forward to keep my cock lodged where it was a while
longer. "I gather you liked that, Boy."

"I never dreamed it would be that good, Sir. That was fantastic! And this
feels good, too." He wiggled his ass enough to feel a little motion.
Eventually I got soft enough so his gut could do its normal thing and force
me out. David sighed and held my arms around his chest tightly and leaned
his head back on my shoulder. "This has been a great day, Sir. Thank you!" I
squeezed him and kissed his ear.

"You're welcome, David. You'll have many more like it, too." It was almost
dark, now, and the moon wouldn't be up for at least two more hours. "Ready
to head back? We need to find that ball stretcher for you."

"Yes, Sir."

"Think you can get us up that bluff without killing us?"

"I know the trail pretty well, Sir. I don't think it'll be a problem."  I
let him go and he folded the chair and put it back, operating mostly by
touch. He found my jock. "Here's your jock, Sir."

"Why don't you put it around your neck so you can smell it, Boy?"

"Thank you, Sir." He slipped it on and adjusted it so the pouch was below
his face. He found the lube, condoms and condom wrapper and then stood
beside me. "I'm ready if you are, Sir."  He did know the trail well. We got
back to the cabin with no problems. He farted a few times during the climb.
"Sorry, Sir," he said the first time.

"Don't worry, Boy. That's not at all unusual after being fucked. We pumped
some air into your gut while we were having fun." When we got to the cabin
he realized the used condom was still in the cave someplace.

"Ooops. I left the condom down there." I grinned at him.

"If you find it the next time you're down there maybe it'll trigger a great
j.o. fantasy for you."

"Yeah." He smiled broadly. "But.."

"Relax, Boy. Even if someone finds it, and from what you say that's
unlikely, they'll have no idea of who used it for what." He thought for a
minute.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm still a little paranoid."

"That'll be with you for a long time, just remember to analyze the situation
when it surfaces and see if there's really a problem." He nodded, tucking
that bit of advice in some corner of his brain. "Now, take as hot a shower
as you can, Boy, and I'll find the little leather toy you're going to wear
for the next 24 hours."

"Yes, Sir." He slipped my jock off, sniffed the crotch carefully and got
half hard in the process, then took off his shoes and headed for the shower.
First I retrieved the condoms and lube and put them on the table by the bed,
then I went to my bag and found the inch wide ball stretcher. He'd be aware
of it a lot of the time, but it would only be really uncomfortable when his
testicles wanted to pull up, like when they were cool or in one other
situation I could think of. I smiled to myself, thinking of some ways I
might trigger the response.

When he came out from his shower he was still half hard - maybe something
more than cleanliness had been on his mind part of the time. "Get your
asshole clean, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir." He wiggled his butt slightly, remembering how it was occupied
earlier in the evening.

"Come over here, Boy." He came and stood in front of me. I held up the
leather band he was going to be wearing. It had two sets of snaps so the
tightness was adjustable. "I'm going to make this pretty tight so you
remember you have it on, Boy." He looked at it carefully, his characteristic
little grin showing he wasn't unhappy about this. I pulled his balls down a
little harder than I had to. He gasped slightly, but held still. They were
warm enough so there was more than enough space to put the stretcher on
easily.  I wrapped the leather around the stretched skin above his balls and
used the second set of snaps so it was tight. Just to make sure he
appreciated one of the consequences of wearing this, I tapped the bottoms of
his balls a few times, bouncing them firmly into their collar.

"Unh!" It hurt a little, but the look on his face showed more pleasure than
anything.

"I want you to keep that on until you get home from work tomorrow, unless I
give you permission to take it off, Boy."

"Yes, Sir." He felt the arrangement carefully and cupped his balls. "It'
s.interesting, Sir."

"You may think of another word a few times before it comes off." I held his
balls in my palm again. "They'll be happy to be free again when the time
comes.  Now, how about some ice cream?"

"Sounds, good." He went to the kitchen corner and dished up two bowls and I
sat at the table. When he put the dishes on the table, I was pleased that
they were already cold.

"Spread your legs and shove the bowl up against your balls, Boy." He looked
at me with the little glint showing in his eyes. He knew what I was doing.

"Yes, Sir. May I eat it, too?"

"As long as you keep the bowl firmly against your nuts. Turn it once in a
while, too, so the bowl doesn't get too warm." He flinched a little as the
bowl made contact, then had some trouble keeping his cock out of the way
when he was trying to get spoonfuls of the contents. By the time his bowl
was empty his balls were pulled snugly against their collar. When he came to
take my empty bowl, I cupped his balls. The skin was tight and they were
held firmly in place. His cock was hard.  "Looks good, Boy." I leaned in and
licked the end of his cock, a little reward for good behavior. "Rinse the
bowls, Boy, and let's go to bed."

"Yes, Sir."  We slept much like we had the night before. With my arm pulling
his back to my chest we drifted off quickly, him to sleep, me to my usual
meditative state. Sometime around first light he again wanted to turn to his
other side, so we switched positions. His hard cock nestled snugly between
us. As soon as he was fully asleep again I inched my butt forward a little
so I could reach his cock. Very slowly, so he was barely aware of what I was
doing, I rolled a condom onto his cock, spread some lube on it and my
asshole, lined everything up and backed into him firmly.  He gasped as his
cock slid into me. His reflexes kicked in and he thrust forward and was
fully embedded about the same time as he came fully awake.

"OH WOW!"  He thrust two or three more times before he really realized what
he was doing. He froze in mid-thrust. "How.what." he was confused about how
he got in this situation. "Should I be doing this, Sir?"

"I engineered it, Boy. Unless it isn't feeling good, it is exactly what I
expected you to do."

"MMMM!!"  Apparently it felt good. He thrust a couple more times. "I'm not
sure I can last much longer, Sir."

"You aren't being timed, Boy. Do what you want." He moved gently back and
forth a few times. "Ohhh, shit! Unh, unh, ohhh." He stopped moving.

"Feeling a little tight, Boy?"

"Yeah, I hadn't remembered that thing."

"If you hold very still for a little bit, they may relax a little." He held
still.

"Can I cum with my balls pulled down that way, Sir?"

"Some guys can. It may depend on how excited you get. I won't guarantee
anything except you'll probably have a great case of 'blue balls' if you don
't. You can play any way you want, Boy." I was sure I could take anything he
'd do.

"Unh. Yeah." He held still a while longer. Eventually he wanted to try again
and thrust all the way in. "Straighten your legs, please, Sir." I did, and
he rolled us so I was face down below him. He pushed up on his arms, moved
his legs between mine and started playing with his sensations, and with
mine. I was giving him feedback with my groans, moans and some suggestions.
He was moving slowly at times, faster at others, resting at times, but the
overall direction showed he was getting closer, in spite of his restrained
balls. Eventually he settled into a long series of fast thrusts, sweat
dripping onto my back. Finally he gave up in frustration and plopped down on
top of me.

"God, it feels wonderful, but I just can't quite get there." He was panting.

"Maybe you'll have better luck later tonight, Boy, when the ball stretcher
is off."

"I hope so!!" His breathing was slowing down again.

"I'd like my cock sucked, Boy." I moved a little to remind him he was lying
on top of me.

"Yes, Sir." He backed up on his knees so his cock popped out of my ass, then
rolled to the side so I could turn over on my back. He stripped the condom
off, put it on the bedside table, then moved down between my legs on his
stomach and took my cock in his mouth with no hesitation. I was sort of half
hard and really didn't want to cum at that point, so I grabbed his head and
held it still.

"Just play with it, sort of like you're nursing. Don't work so hard." He did
as I requested for a while then pulled his head back.

"Is anything wrong, Sir? Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing fine, Boy. I don't particularly want to cum now, but your
mouth feels great." He looked at me strangely.  "Don't you ever play with
yourself without wanting to get off, Boy?"

"Well, occaaaasionally." He sounded like it had happened once or twice.
Well, he was only 23; he still had things to learn about the varieties of
sexual pleasure. He went back to nursing on my cock. I could tell he was
getting sleepy again, so after a time I pulled him back up so we could kiss.
"Mmmmm." He looked at me with his eyes only half open.

"Thank you, Boy." The light was fairly bright by now, but it was still well
before he usually got up. "Shall we nap a while longer?" He nodded, and fell
asleep almost immediately with us face to face. I don't find that position
very comfortable for sleeping, so I turned over and nestled back against him
once more. I thought he had even slept through that, but he reached over me,
pulled my back to his chest and kissed the back of my neck before he slipped
into deep breathing again.


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