Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2000 05:57:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: "Joey and Bill: Last Chapter" (part 1/2) NOTE: This is the last episode of a multi-part story titled "Joey and Bill" If you want to know the story so far, find the earlier segment on the Nifty Archive authors list (Prolific Authors under the name "Bill"). If you don't care to go back, here's a brief synopsis: Joey is 12 and just hit puberty; he's incredibly cute and sexy. Bill is his shy 15-year- old neighbor who has a crush on him. When Joey moved to the neighborhood, they had a sexual fling. Justin is a classmate of Joey's in the 7th grade; 13-years-old and a stud jock. WARNING! The first parts of this series were rather innocent in their exploration of boyhood sexual discovery. In this part, however, I got WAY kinked-out. If fairly heavy dominance/submission activities don't appeal to you, skip this one. JOEY'S JOURNAL, Friday night, September 22, 1966 MAN! That Justin is something else! One of these days he might get me into trouble, but it sure is an education when I hang out with him. I know I like Mike (and his little brother Patrick!) a whole lot better, but there's something about Justin that makes me want to go along with everything he suggests. I rode my bike over to his house after school and we were playing around. It's kind of cool that Justin likes me, because he's older and bigger and a lot more mature. He got held back a grade, and he's the biggest kid in the 7th grade, but even then he's taller and a much better athlete than just about any kid in the 8th grade. And he's a lot more knowledgeable about stuff - especially sex stuff. Justin must think about it even more than I do! And the things he claims he's done.... He started telling me about how he sometimes rides his bike to the University (it's like 12 miles away, but he has one of those fancy new European 10-speed bikes) and - GET THIS - he says he can always get a college guy to suck his dick! I wonder if he's making this up. He says he just hangs around in a men's room in the basement of the library and pretty soon some guy will start giving him some kind of signal with his eyes or something that the guy wants to suck cock. Justin wasn't all that clear about what the signal was. Anyway, then they go into a toilet stall (gross!), or to the woods around that big garden that's near the library, and the college-boy faggot - that's what Justin calls them - gets on his knees and gives Justin a blow job! Some of them get Justin to fuck them in the ass! He said they like it when he talks tough to them. They even like it when he grabs hold of the guy's head when he's sucking and fucks his boner all the way into the guy's throat! And get this - sometimes the college guy gives him money - like $10 - even though Justin is the one getting off! Seems like it should be the other way around. Then Justin started asking me about my 15-year-old neighbor, Bill. I had told Justin a couple weeks ago about how Bill is so horny for me and how he sucked me a bunch of times at the end of the summer, and how he was really good at it. We talked for a while, and I told him about the time a couple weeks ago when Bill had offered to suck me anytime, and have me fuck him too. And that Bill even said he'd let my friends join in! Well, naturally Justin wanted to do it, and he convinced me to call Bill and set up a meeting, right there from Justin's house. So when I called, Justin was standing right next to me and sometimes whispering things for me to say. I set up a thing for tomorrow morning at the old barn. It seemed like Bill was really excited about the idea, because he eagerly agreed to everything I suggested to him. He even seemed excited about Justin being there, which surprised me. I didn't even think he knew who Justin was, but Bill asked if he was the tall guy with long dark hair, so he must have seen Justin at my house. I would've liked for Mike to come along, since he's my best friend. But he's got the flu and has been out of school for the last 2 days and is still feeling rotten. His mom says I can't even visit him for a couple more days. When I couldn't think of anything more to say to Bill, Justin kinda g rabbed the phone and started talking to Bill himself - he's really pushy sometimes. Anyway, Justin was incredible! He started talking like a juvenile delinquent - like a real tough guy. Unlike mine, his voice has already changed and I think he was trying to sound like Paul Newman or someone. It went kind of like this: "So... Billy boy; you got a thing for us younger guys, huh? You want to get on your knees for Joe and me and suck our boners, right?... Yeah, that's what I thought. And I'll bet you wanna put on a nice jack-off show for us and shoot your wad while we watch?... Uh huh... And what else do you want? Tell me about your sexy fantasies.... Oh, come on. Sure you can! How about this one - do you get off on the idea of taking my 13-year-old cock in your ass? I got a nice 6-incher, and I'll get it all lubed up for you. Come on; you can tell me. Don't be shy. I've been with older guys like you before... Tell me how you want it.... Yeah; that's what I want to hear; but don't whisper for Christ's sake.... Oh; well, ok. But do it quick. We don't have all day!" Justin told me "He switching to the phone in his bedroom so his mom doesn't overhear. Shit, Joe! This guy is a Class-A faggot! I think we're gonna have a lot of fun with him." Then Justin started talking on the phone again. "Yeah; I'm still here. So now tell me again what you want me and Joe to do to you.... Yeah?... Yeah?.... Alright! That sounds hot!... Man! You really ARE a faggot, huh?... Go ahead and say it. Tell me what you are.... Yeah, you got that right! And you get a thrill out of admitting it to me, didn't you? In fact, I bet you're playing with your stiff cock right now, aren't you?.... Yeah? I KNEW it!.... So how about you strip naked and we have us some phone fun.... Yeah; of COURSE I mean right now!... OK; that's better. Now stroke that bone.... Tell me how good it feels... That's right.... Keep talking... Let's see; what would be a good turn-on for you?... You ever been spanked by your dad?... Ok, tell me all about it, and while you do, spank yourself... Yeah, you heard me. Are you next to the bed?... OK, put the phone down on the bed and bend down close to it. Now get going. Keep jackin and slap your ass. Hard! Again... harder!... Keep going. Now talk to me. What did your dad make you do?... Yeah?... Naked and lying across your bed, huh? Tell me everything!... A boner, huh? That musta been embarrassing! With a belt? Oh, MAN!" As I watched, Justin was rubbing his crotch as he listened to the phone. His penis was really stiff inside his pants. Finally he said "OK. You can stop spankin yourself. You got any lube that you use for jackin? Yeah, that'll do. Lube up your cock good.... Now get a bunch of lotion on two fingers of your other hand and put them in your ass... Fuck your ass; in and out... Pretend it's my cock.... Tell me that hot jack-off fantasy you were doing before. Tell me everything.... That's good!... Yeah, keep going." Justin looked over at me and winked. With the phone wedged against his shoulder, he unbuttoned his tight jeans and pulled them down to his knees. Then he pulled the elastic waistband of his underpants under his balls, so his 6-inch boner was free, and he began to stroke it slowly as he kept talking to Bill and prompting him to tell his fantasies. Even though I couldn't hear what Bill was saying, I was getting so horny that I undid my own pants and pulled out my boner and started jacking too. Justin kept talking to Bill, apparently making him say all kinds of sexy stuff, but he was looking right at me and my crotch, watching me jack off. I knew it turned Justin on to see my body, so I unbuttoned my shirt too. Then Justin motioned me over to him and held the phone out a bit from his ear so I could hear Bill moaning: "Oh God! Fuck me Justin! Fuck me hard!... Oh, Joey! Your cock is so good in my mouth! AHHH! So good!... Oh yeah! I'm gonna cum!... Here it cums!... UH!... UH!... Oh, GOD!" MAN! Very weird! Bill sounded like he's a little nuts, talking as if me and Justin were actually with him. Justin told Bill that our get-together tomorrow would be the hottest sex ever - that it would make his fantasies seem tame. But before Justin hung up, he added: "And one more thing. When you meet us at the barn, I want you to have ALL your pube hair shaved off. Around your dick... on your balls... your asshole, if you got any there...Huh?... Shit, I don't care HOW. Just do it or don't bother showing up. See ya at the barn at 10:00 a.m. - sharp." Jeez! Like I said - Justin is something else! I asked Justin why he did that part about shaving, and he said that faggots like Bill get a sexual kick out of being told to do humiliating things. "Submissive" is the word he used. And when a guy is forced to shave off his pube hair... for a faggot it's the kind of submissive thing that gets him really horny. Justin and I still had our pants down and we ended up jacking ourselves really good while we talked and looked at each other. Justin kept talking about how much fun it was going be to have Bill as our "personal faggot slut". I had a really good cum, and Justin shot more juice than I've ever seen before. Justin started calling me Joey - I guess because Bill had been calling me that on the phone. I should have said I want him to use "Joe", but I didn't. I guess I don't mind Sometimes Justin scares me a little. His ideas are sometimes just too wild. But it sure is interesting to be around him - never a dull moment. And I'm getting pretty horny thinking about this sex thing we'll do with Bill tomorrow. BILL'S JOURNAL, Saturday night, September 23 Well, it finally happened. The things I've been fantasizing for a month. And it matched - no, far exceeded! - my most intense sexual fantasies. Since I got home, I've been thinking I shouldn't play out my fantasies like that in real life like that ever again! It's just too degrading. But every time I think about it, the urge to be dominated by Justin again gets stronger. No; I won't do this again. It's just not right! When I first got Joey's call he sounded kind of tentative... unsure about what he was asking me to do. But I was so happy, I was floating on a cloud just hearing that boyish voice and thinking about getting together with him again. And when he mentioned Justin joining in too, it moved right in line with the sexual fantasies that have been churning through my brain. Having the sweet, beautiful Joey and the tough-looking Justin together in a 3-way sexual encounter - it was my most intense fantasy! When Justin got on the line, I instantly knew what was going on. HE was the instigator, not Joey. And, Christ! Did Justin ever turn out to be an instigator. His voice - a mellow and insinuating tenor - weaving an erotic web that wrapped around my brain and captured me completely. He seemed to be able to read my mind, to know the details of my most private sexual secrets. And he made me tell him everything - had me admit to him that I was a faggot slut; that I found Joey the most beautiful and desirable creature in existence; and (God help me!) that I want to be dominated... to be fucked... by handsome macho athletes... by guys just like Justin! But like I said, he already seemed to know these things. And when he told me to strip and jack off while I was on the phone with him, it was almost like I was hypnotized... unable to resist his suggestions. He got me to tell him about the last time I got spanked. The time I got caught smoking cigarettes when I was 12, and Dad marched me to my room and made me take off my pants and underpants and lie across my bed while he spanked me with his belt. And I even told how my cock was stiff the whole time and how it throbbed against the smooth bedspread, even while Dad was burning up my butt and I squirmed and pleaded for him to stop. And while I was telling him this, Justin was making me spank my own naked ass - hard! - while I jacked off. And then I was finger-fucking my ass while I told him my fantasies of being dominated by jocks in the locker room, and of worshiping Joey's incredibly beautiful body with my mouth. God! I had the most incredible cum! When Justin told me to shave off my pubic hair, at first I almost said no. How could I do such a thing! But after I hung up the phone, my mind started racing with erotic images - of Joey's hairless pubes; of my own only a few years ago - like when Dad whipped me. I got the electric hair trimmer that Mom used to use to give me haircuts, and I just... well... did it. In only a minute, it was reduced to just stubble. With shaving cream and a razor, it was completely smooth and felt really sexy. I got a boner just looking at myself! Then I went to work on my balls, being careful not to cut myself. There were only a few hairs around my asshole, and I shaved them too, using a small mirror as I drew my legs way back. When I was through, it was incredible. My crotch was just like Joey's! (though my cock was obviously a lot bigger). I couldn't keep my hands away from the smooth skin of my balls, and couldn't keep my eyes away from the way my penis looked in the mirror. I slathered lotion all over it and jacked myself to a nother great cum and felt really excited about showing my naked and hairless body to Joey and Justin. When I got to the barn, they were already there. The musty smell of old hay aroused my senses as I remembered the times only a month before when I had come here to play with Joey. And the many times previously when I had come here to explore, to daydream, and to masturbate in total privacy. And now the old barn would be the scene of my first three-some... my first taste of sexual submission. My eyes darted back and forth between Joey and Justin. Both were incredibly sexy-looking; both were staring at me as I entered the darkened barn. My heart started to beat noticeably in my chest. Justin walked toward me, a vaguely sinister smile on his face. I had only seen him previously from a distance, and up-close he was even more handsome than I imagined. A tall and athletic 13-year-old, broad shoulders and trim waist. Maybe 5'8" and 140 pounds, with a mop of shaggy dark hair. He was wearing athletic shorts and a tee-shirt in the warm September weather, same as Joey. As he approached me, he pulled something out of a knapsack. It was a thick dog collar! "Well, Billy-boy! I've heard so much about you! And now you get to be our slaveboy faggot slut and live out some of those fantasies of yours. Here. Put on your slave collar, and let's go up to the loft." I blushed with a combination of excitement and shame as I buckled the leather collar around my neck. It must have been made for a German Shepherd or some other big dog, because it fit me fine. We climbed the ladder to the hay loft, and the morning sun streamed in through the big opening to the outside. Loose hay and old bales lay on the floor. In places, the overhead wooden beams were so low that I could just barely walk under them. "Now strip nude, and let's see how good a job you did shaving." My heart was beating even faster as I removed my shirt and shoes, pulled down my cut-off jeans, and slowly lowered my white briefs. My penis sprang free, half-hard and pulsing toward a full erection. As I stepped out of my underpants and was now totally nude, Justin pulled out a length of clothesline and told me to put my hands behind my back. I was a bit apprehensive, but Justin said "don't be a wimp; you KNOW you'll get a thrill out of it", and he quickly went behind me and tied my hands together. They both ran their hands over the baby-smooth skin of my shaved crotch - making me instantly rock-hard. Justin commented favorably to Joey about my new appearance, and I could tell from the look on Joey's face that he was aroused - even though he didn't say anything. And Justin was right... I DID feel incredibly turned on being naked, hairless, and helpless. A submissive slut for two sexy younger boys. Then Justin said "This'll keep you nice and hard for a long time." And he stretched a thick rubber band, doubled over, around the base of my cock and under my balls. Then he stood back a few feet to admire his handiwork. The snug rubber band made my erection throb and grow even larger as blood pulsed into it but was partially restricted from leaving. And my balls were propped up and forward instead of dangling. My excitement level surged as I looked down at my trussed cock and balls and felt the collar around my neck as a constant reminders of my sexual submission to Justin and Joey. "Alright, slave. Get on your knees and crawl to us. Let's see how you can use that pretty mouth on our cocks." I sank to the straw-covered floor and knee-walked the 8 feet to where the boys stood. "Joey first," said Justin as they both took off their athletic shorts and I saw that Joey was wearing white briefs while Justin wore only a jockstrap. How I wished I could have run my hands over Joey's body! It would have been the first time in a month, and I had fantasized about doing it every day that we'd been apart. My face was only inches from his clean white underpants, and he teased me by running his hands sensuously over the front of his crotch. I could see that his barely-adolescent penis really hard and pushing against the tight briefs. "Now, lick his cock, slaveboy... through his underpants. Go on; get to work." I stuck out my tongue and licked the soft cotton material, exploring as best I could the 4-1/2 inch ridge that was outlined beneath. God! I wanted so much to suck Joey's perfect erection into my mouth, to run my tongue over the warm smooth flesh. But I licked vigorously, like a happy puppy licking his master's face, wetting the front of Joey's tight briefs and bringing low moans of pleasure to his lips. "Good work, faggot," said Justin in a not-unkind voice. "You earned your reward... take Joey's underpants down and suck him." I looked at Justin quizzically. My hands were still tied behind my back. "Pull them down with your teeth, of course. But don't nip his skin or I'll clock ya one." I experimented quickly to find the best way to do this and then carefully fixed my teeth around the elastic waistband near Joey's right hip bone and pulled down. One side of the underpants was lowered over an inch. I moved my mouth to the other side and did the same. Then I went to the middle, pressing my chin against the rigid erection beneath the damp cloth and gently lifted the waistband up and over, exposing for the first time Joey's slightly flared cockhead. With the underpants still concealing all but an inch of my prize, I greedily sucked at the exposed portion. In the process, I gradually pushed the front of his briefs down, farther and farther, as I took more and more of the tender boycock into my mouth. YES! This was the fulfillment of my dream - to once again suck Joey's slender boyish cock. But I wanted more of it... more of HIM. I quickly pulled off of his cock and worked with my teeth to lower the underpants further, moving each side a little at a time. Finally Joey became impatient and pulled them off altogether. And there he stood - completely naked; his body totally hairless; his 12-year-old erection almost touching his belly. "Suck it," he said, trying to sound forceful like Justin, but not really succeeding. "Suck me good... slutboy." He sounded perhaps a little embarrassed to use that last word, but I got a charge out hearing him saying it... excited to think of myself as subservient to this angelic boy whose image had constantly appeared in my sexual fantasies. I pulled at the rope tying my hands behind me, eager to run my hands over Joey's body, but they were firmly secured. First I lapped my tongue across the round sack that held his acorn-size balls, inhaling the subtle scent of boyish musk. Then the tip of my tongue traced a line up the front of his cock-shaft to the top. My lips kissed the tip of his circumcised boner, my tongue probing at his piss-slit. And then my open mouth descended slowly as my wet lips glided along the barely-pubescent erection. It was almost a religious experience. My heart pounded, my body glowed with pleasure, and my brain was overcome with euphoria as my lips pressed against the hairless base of Joey's dick and then rose up again, my tongue slathering all around the boy-boner. His fingers entwined in my hair, and his hands subtly urged the up and down movement of my head to go faster and deeper. My own cock throbbed, stiffer than it had ever been, both sexually stimulated and subtly tortured by the thick rubber band around its base. God! If I could only have jacked it as I worshiped Joey's exquisite penis. But my hands were well-secured. Then I became aware of Justin, standing hip-to-hip with Joey, slowly stroking the 6-inch erection that protruded above the half-pulled-down jockstrap. Though I kept sucking Joey's cock, my attention was drawn to this perfect example of mid-puberty male sexuality. A smooth cock shaft topped by a gracefully flaring head; a patch of dark hair at the base with a line of barely-visible light-brown hair running up to his navel. "Suck us both at once, slave," said Justin. "Let's see how good you are." And he angled his body against Joey's so that the three of us made a triangle, with their two cocks pressed close together. I licked hungrily at both cockheads, Justin's being almost half-again thicker than Joey's. Then I did it! I took both into my mouth at once, stretching the sides of my mouth wide, overcome by the lust flowing through my body and my brain. Saliva ran from my over-full mouth as my lips and tongue labored to pleasure both boys simultaneously. Each rested a hand on my head and they started thrusting their hips simultaneously. Careful not to let my teeth graze the two boners sliding back and forth between my lips, I let them excitedly fuck my stretched mouth. The thrill of the act far outweighed the awkwardness. In submitting to both boys at once, I was fulfilling an urge that had lived for many months in my masturbation fantasies "OK; that's enough," said Justin, as he grabbed the leather collar around my neck and pulled my head back from his and Joey erections. "Stand up, fagboy," he said, pulling my upper arm to help me to my feet. I looked down at my crotch and was not at all surprised to see my cock totally rigid, a deep red color, my balls pulled tight beneath the shaft. Justin untied the rope behind my back and retied them in front of me. The cotton clothesline was figure-eighted from one wrist to the other several time, binding them tight together. "Loop your wrists over that nail," instructed the older boy, pointing to several thick spike-like nails protruding 6 inches at an upward angle from a low overhead beam - just above head-height. There were a half-dozen of the nails, spaced a couple feet apart, and some old broken farm gear hung from a couple, including some worn and broken leather harnesses. (Some of the tenant farmers in this part of central Carolina still used mules to tend their tobacco crop.) I reached up and dropped my tied hands onto the sturdy hook. My elbows were slightly bent and the weight of my arms rested fairly comfortably on the nail. Then Justin took a large bandana from his knapsack and secured it around my eyes, shutting out all light. I felt the intoxicating eroticism of being naked and helpless, tied in the middle of a barn like an animal, not knowing what would happen next and totally at the mercy of a young teenager with a definite taste for kinky activities. I felt hands caressing my butt, separating my ass-cheeks, and touching my puckered hole. I bent my torso forward and down, leaning heavily on the ropes securing my hands. I strained to push my ass back and raise it up.... I was ready to be fucked... hot for it, like a true bottom-boy. I knew immediately that it was Justin who was feeling my ass - when his body brushed against me, I felt his hard 6-inch boner and the light covering of hair on his legs. My mind was already producing mental images of how it would feel to have his cock thrusting into my body. When the hands went away and then quickly returned, I felt the cool slippery wetness of some kind of lotion or lube. Two fingers twisted into my hole, spreading the lube into my rectum, and I groaned with pleasure and pushed back against them, eager to be penetrated. Then I felt a hand stroke my erection, soothing the same lubricant onto the shaft. It was Joey in front of me, stroking my cock. Even though I was blindfolded, I smelled his boy-scent in front me... heard his excited breathing... felt his baby-smooth skin when his arm brushed against me. I groaned with pleasure while Justin's fingers fucked in and out of my ass and Joey slowly jacked my slippery boner. As my head swam with lust, I felt a new hand grasp my hairless ballsack. It squeezed firmly. "You like that, don't you, slave boy?" came Justin's smooth voice next to my ear. "How bout this..." and the hand tightened around my balls until I winced. I moaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain. The fingers sliding into my ass, the hand jacking my cock, and the sensations emanating from the firm grip on my balls took my breath away. "Oh God, YES!" I gasped. Just when I was really getting into a groove of physical lust, Justin removed his probing fingers from my hole and the hand from my balls, and I though "now he's gonna fuck me!" I wasn't expecting what came next... SLAP! A blow landed hard on my ass cheek, and my body jerked forward as I grunted loudly. It wasn't a hand that spanked my ass, but the unmistakable feel and sound of a leather strap (an old piece of the harness, as it turned out). Joey was now using two hands to jack my boner in slow, twisting, firm strokes.... SLAP! Again the strap fell on my ass, striking the other tender cheek. My body responded to the blows, but not with aversion to the pain (though it most assuredly hurt!). Instead I felt a heightened lust, and I stuck my ass back up to receive another.... SLAP! ... stinging my butt and sending waves of pleasure/pain through my already over-stimulated body. The strap was landing firmly and stung sharply, every 10 seconds or so, alternating between the right and left butt cheek. I could tell Justin wasn't using his full strength. In fact, it was just like... SLAP!... it was just like when Daddy whipped my ass several years before.... SLAP! My brain flooded with memories of my father spanking me... memories already dredged up by Justin when he made me describe the whipping during the phone call the day before.... SLAP!... Then that all-knowing voice... that smooth-as-honey Carolina accent... "Billy... tell me again about getting spanked by your daddy. Joey hasn't heard this yet. Go on...." SLAP! "Come on, Billy... tell how he made you strip naked...." SLAP! The hands on my genitals kept up their slow, steady stimulation, keeping the erotic input at a high pitch, overwhelming my body and brain. I began tell it all in a rush of excitement... all the details I had never told anyone else. Of getting an erection as I stood naked before Dad, after taking off my underpants before the spanking. Of being embarrassed, but also turned on at revealing my 4" prepubescent boner. Of lying across my bed and gritting my teeth, knowing what was coming. Of clutching the covers with my fists as Daddy's belt whistled through the air and landed with a crack on my skinny round butt. Of cringing from the pain and humiliation, yet totally aroused as my immature boner humped against the bed each time the belt landed. How I dry-orgasmed for the first time from the friction of the bedcovers on my cock (establishing my pre-pubescent masturbation technique of humping the bed or a pillow). As I told my secrets, my young masters kept up their exquisite torture - stroking my throbbing cock and slowly spanking my ass... all while I was blindfolded and bound to an overhead beam. And all the while, Justin murmured encouragement... making me tell it all... tell all my secret thoughts. Then he whispered "You wanted to suck your Daddy's cock didn't you?"... SLAP! "No!... I... I mean... Oh, God; YES!" How could he have known?! "You got a boner for your Daddy because you wanted to be his slut-boy." ... SLAP! ... "You want Daddy to fuck your submissive ass."... SLAP! My brain swarmed with an overload of thoughts and sensual stimulation. It was true! Justin was digging into inner desires that I barely admitted to myself. But I didn't really lust for the emotionally-distant over-achieving businessman that my father was now. My erotic icon was the young Marine Corps combat officer in the picture I kept in my beside table... My father on some battle-scarred Pacific island in 1944. (Tarawa? Siapan? Tinian? He fought on all of them.) How many times had I studied the picture of the tanned shirtless man in his mid-20s, a 45 Colt pistol in a low-slung holster at his hip, taut muscles, not an ounce of fat, the tired determination of a victorious warrior on his face. Yes, I desired him... wanted to serve him sexually. SLAP!... The leather landed another blow, pulling my mind back to my present situation.... SLAP!... But this reality was barely different from the wildest fantasy. I was tied and blindfolded, being kept on the verge of an incredible orgasm by Joey's slow-stroking lubed hands, and the blazing heat of my butt served only to stoke my desire. I strained against the rope holding my hands to the beam above my head. There was only one more thing that I really craved as I moaned in exquisite agony... "Fuck me. Oh, shit! Please... fuck me!" ...SLAP!... "Daddy will fuck you, Billy; just as soon as he finishes whipping your little-boy ass".... SLAP!... "Tell Daddy you're sorry for being a bad boy... Tell Daddy how much you need to be fucked."...SLAP!... God! The humiliation of saying this to a 13-year-old boy was at once a mental torture and the world's most powerful aphrodisiac. And the blows from the leather strap now came faster and harder, stinging like a hornet every few seconds. "I'm sorry Daddy! I'm really sorry!" I pleaded in desperation, as real tears soaked my blindfold. "Please don't spank me anymore, Daddy. I'll be good! Please let me..." The words caught in my throat for a moment. "Please let me be your fuck-boy.... Oh, God! Fuck me! Please!!" And as I awaited yet another blow of leather on flesh, I instead felt hands caressing the burning flesh of my buttocks and a rigid 6-inch erection pressing up against my crack. My ass flashed with pain at the contact against my abused flesh, but I wanted it... I wanted Justin to take me... to possess my body with his stiff cock. "Tell Daddy again... what does Little Billy need?" "Fuck me, Daddy! I want you... I NEED you to fuck me in the ass!" I gasped as he ground his crotch against my hot rear end and reach around to pinch my nipples. Then his hands slowly slid up the sides of my torso, along my armpits, up my arms... and he lifted my bound hands off the hook. "Let's get you over here where we can do this the right way," said Justin as he led me - still blindfolded - a few paces away. "Kneel down here," he said and pressed down on my neck as I sank to my knees. Then he pushed me forward, and my tied hands broke my fall against a hay bale. The prickly hay scratched against my naked body, but I couldn't help myself from humping my engorged cock against it, starved for the orgasm that I craved. Justin pushed my legs apart so he could kneel between them. Then I felt Justin's fingers at my anal opening, and I flexed my ass-muscle out to open myself as two lube-slick fingers pushed into me. Then his hands spread my ass cheeks, and I felt his cockhead poised at my hole. Again I opened myself and felt him slide in, his adolescent cock filling my rectum. I'd been fucked before, but was by no means experienced. I winced as the burning of my anal muscle merged with the still-smouldering pain of my tender ass cheeks, but there was no doubt in my mind - I wanted this SO BAD... wanted to be fucked by this young dominant stud... to be his subservient ass-boy slut. I pushed my hindquarters up to meet Justin's thrusts like a bitch-dog in heat. My initial groan of pain quickly became selfish whines of needy pleasure and animal-like vocalizations of lust. "OH... OH... GOD... OH... FUCK... YES... UHH... SHIT... YES..." I grunted loudly, a syllable at a time, each time Justin's erection sank to the hilt into my willing body. "Hey Joey; put something in his mouth to shut him up." "Like this?" came the young-boy voice in reply. "Yeah. Perfect!" What would Joey stuff in my mouth? A sock? A bandana like the one that covered my eyes? The answer couldn't have been more desirable. I felt Joey's barely-adolescent boner pressing against my lips, and I devoured it hungrily. The slender 4-1/2 incher was incredibly stiff and hugged Joey's belly. I sucked it to the hairless base, lavishing it with attention from my tongue and lips. It was just as I remembered it from our brief time together during the summer... the most perfect 12-year-old erection in the world... the source of so many of my jack-off fantasies. My groans of pleasure at the feeling of Justin's cock pounding into my ass were now muffled by the boycock I was worshiping with my mouth. Though bound together at the wrists, my hands were free to touch Joey's soft boyish body - finally! I ran my hands up one smooth slender thigh. Oh, God! The sensuous delight of his baby-soft flesh sent a shiver of pleasure through my body. My fingers toyed with the small silky ballsack that hung below Joey's erection, and I caressed the small nuggets within. I fervently wished my hands had been untied so I could run my hands over Joey's tight round ass and touch the tiny nipples on his smooth chest. I contented myself with feeling his thighs as he held my head and began pumping his young boner in and out of my mouth. And all the while, my ass was being plowed in long steady strokes by Justin's teenage cock, filling my body, brushing back and forth against that special spot inside my rectum. My incredible peak of lust was making my mind spin out of reality. All I could think about was the two cocks that utterly possessed my body, front and back, burning into my consciousness the knowledge that my most intense pleasure came from serving as a faggot-whore for other boys. The pounding of hard cock into my asshole was reaching a fever-pitch. Justin grabbed my hips and slammed his boner into me as fast and hard as he could. I responded by moving my mouth and tongue faster and more intensely on Joey's boycock. Come ON, I said to myself. Fill me with cum! Give it to me! And like an answer to my prayers, I heard Justin shout with lust as his rutting cock exploded inside of me and he pressed into my ass, pumping his cum into my faggot-cunt. I kept up the feverish intensity of my of my sucking, bringing my fingers awkwardly to Joey's dick to jack him just below my lips. And I was rewarded with a small spay of his salty-sweet boy-cum, which I hungrily sucked from his pulsing erection. Joey held my head tightly as he pressed his tightly-wound body into my face, then finally relaxed and stepped back from me. I savored the taste of Joey's cum on my tongue... supremely happy, utterly aroused. Justin's cock popped out of my ass, and I was alone. Lying across a hay bale, a leather collar around my neck, my hands tied, my eyes blindfolded, and my cock so ready to explode that it felt like it was a foot long and thick as an ear of corn. "That was pretty good, fag-boy," came Justin's tenor voice. "Yeah; good suck, Bill," came Joey's high pre-teen voice. "Well, Joey; should we let him get himself off as a reward for being a good slave-boy?" "Sure, Justin. Sounds fair to me." "Roll over, slut." I turned my body around so I was sitting on the floor of the loft, my back reclining against the bale of hay. All of a sudden, the blindfold was yanked off and my eyes took a moment to adjust to the light. There standing above me was were the two boys I had just serviced, their cocks now mostly soft, but their bodies still a vision of young masculine beauty. I looked down at my own cock, and it was indeed swollen and dark crimson from the combination of extended stimulation and the restraint of the thick rubber band that encircled my erection and the base of my ballsack. My dick glistened from the lube that Joey had used when he had given me the agonizingly incomplete jack-off. My hands reached for my cock, eager to finally bring myself to orgasm. And then I heard a "click" and looked up. Justin held a switchblade knife in his hand, and I felt the blood drain from my face and the breath catch in my lungs. "No... Please!" I begged, as he brought the sharp knife down to my crotch. "You stupid shit," he mocked. "I'm just gonna cut off the rubber band so you can cum!" I relaxed a bit, but still had trouble breathing as Justin let the knife's tip graze, ever so lightly, along the shaft of my cock from tip to base. Then he eased his finger under the rubber band and pulled it out, flicking the knife-tip to cut it, sending it flying off. I tried to grab my cock in one hand and my balls in the other, but they were tied too close together. Instead I grabbed my cock both hands - one above the other - and began to stroke. I knew it wouldn't take long. Then Justin said "Let's give him some more lube... check this out Joey." And as I looked up at Justin, he held his soft cock with two fingers and his thumb and a stream of pee shot forth, aimed right at my cock and my stroking hands. The hot yellow fluid danced all around my crotch, wetting my boner, my balls, my shaved pubes. I moaned in erotic overload. I couldn't believe how utterly sensuous it was for this dominant boy to be peeing on me as I jacked my now-more-slippery cock, my mind almost delirious with the build-up to my long-awaited cum. "Come on Joey. You do it now," said Justin as his stream dribbled to a halt. "Uh... I don't think so. It seems really gross," said the lovely young boy. "Naa," said Justin; "Billy really loves... don't ya slave-boy?" I blushed with shame and incredible arousal. I had to force the words out. "Pee on me, Joey... Please! Do it! Pee all over me while I cum!" I gasped. God; I could hardly believe the words that emerged from my mouth, but I knew they came straight from that part of my brain that constantly sought higher and higher levels of sexual stimulation. Joey just shrugged and reached for his soft circumcised penis as he stood between my outstretched legs. Just then, Justin got around behind him and wrapped his arms around Joey's torso. "Let me aim it, Joe. This'll be so cool. OK, start peeing!" The flow began, first with a little dribble, but then in a hard stream. It hit me first right on my cock, but then traced a path up my belly, my chest, my neck. "Open up fag-boy. Here comes the payoff!" And at that moment, just as the most intense orgasm of my life rushed through my body like a tornado through a wheat field, a stream of boy-pee shot right into my open mouth, splashing against my lips and tongue and teeth. I gulped the strange bitter fluid as more of it poured down my jaw. I couldn't help myself. I wanted it so much! I wanted to drink Joey's hot piss as cum blasted from my cock... spurt after spurt... white sperm mingling on my chest with yellow pee! As my body jerked in spasms of sexual nirvana, the stream from Joey's slender 3-inch penis finished the same way it had started... with a dribble of piss that landed on my thighs. I was a mess of cum and urine... completely exhausted but totally satisfied. I just stared up at my two "masters" as they pulled on their clothes and talked about me like I wasn't there. "Didn't I tell you he'd get off on being a submissive slut, Joey?" "Yeah, Justin, but I never woulda believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. Wait'll I tell Mike and the other guys about this!" My mind swirled with images of the next time... of more boys joining us up in the loft... more 12 and 13 year olds using me sexually, spanking my submissive butt, peeing on me as I jacked off. I was too turned-on to allow the inevitable self-loathing to assert itself. Jason sawed his knife against the rope binding my hands, and it fell apart in a few seconds. "See ya later, faggot," said Justin, as he picked up his knapsack and the two of them climbed back down the steps and took off. I was left wearing the collar.... Jason's signal that there would be a "next time". As I came down from my sexual high, the self-reproach crept into my brain. My conscience (such as it is) started asking me "How could you let them do that? How could actually LIKE it so much?" And as I walked home, two different parts of my brain were in heated debate, back and forth, battling for control of this shy and confused 15-year-old queer-boy. As I sat down to write this journal entry this evening, I had resolved never to consent to this again, no matter how sexually stimulating it was. But as I have written the words and relived the events, I realize that if Justin ever called and said "Meet us in the barn, slave-boy," I would be utterly helpless to resist. I would serve him again in a heartbeat. [The End] Like it? Hate it? Whichever, write to me at bil47@yahoo.com