Date: Wed, 6 Sep 2000 11:57:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed <author62@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Capturing Tommy' (t/t,anal,humil,spank)

                             Capturing Tommy

     In the house next door, the bedroom light flicked on, then off, then
on again.  This was 13 year old Tommy's signal that his owner needed him.
His heart raced with anticipation as he opened the sliding glass door to
his room, slipped through the hedge row and entered Mike's room.  Mike was
dressed in his highschool football jersey and shorts.   Tommy thought that
odd since he was normally naked, ready to be serviced.  Just then, he
noticed a dark shadow on a chair to the right of Mike.   He froze when he
saw another boy sitting there.

     "You disappointed me, Tommy!   You know very well that the first thing
you do when you come into my bedroom is strip.   I invited my teammate
Jerold over to show him how well-trained you are and now he must think I'm
a liar.   I can't allow you to embarrass me in front of my friend!"

     "Take off your clothes this instant before you disgrace me more than
you already have.  You are a bad little boy, and you know what happens to
bad little boys, don't you!"

     "Uh ... uh .... they get spanked, Sir", he said in a meek voice.

     Tommy bowed his head in shame as the two older boys waited for him
to strip.   He was hurt that Mike had revealed their secret to Jerold.  No
one else was supposed to know that he belonged to Mike.   Thirteen is a
very awkward age and his feelings for Mike were confusing enough to him.
Sitting down on a chair, he obediently untied his sneakers and removed
them along with his white socks, just as he had done countless times
before.   He stood up and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to his
ankles and stepped free of them.  Next, he rolled his tee shirt up and
over his head and placed it on top of his shorts.   He was naked now
except for the red silk panties he wore.  They were a trophy that Mike had
kept from one of his former girlfriends and given to him.   They hugged
his cute little ass and bulged in the front, encasing his penis and balls.
He waited until Mike gave him permission to walk over and lay across his
lap in the punishment position.

     Mike put one hand on Tommy's panty covered asscheeks and pushed his
head down toward the carpet causing his butt to arch upward.  Mike hooked
his fingers inside the elastic band, pulling the red panties back to
expose his milky-white globes beneath.   He raised his open palm high in
the air and slapped the left cheek, then the right, hard enough to make a
hand imprint on each.

     Tommy blushed when he heard Mike ask Jerold if he wanted to take a
turn at his upturned ass.  Tommy understood that he belonged to Mike but
he didn't care to be punished by someone else.  Mike could be very cruel
at times.

     "Go ahead, give it a few good slaps.   He likes it!"

     Jerold declined, saying that he preferred to just watch for now.

     "Suit yourself", Mike said.

     Mike's hand raised up even higher this time and gave the penitent
little boy's asscheeks a series of ten more slaps before stopping.   He
truly enjoyed the power that he had over this tiny boy.   No matter how
harshly he treated him, Tommy always returned for more.

     Mike urged the boy to his feet, making him stand between his splayed
legs.   He reached down to the boy's thighs and rolled the red panties
back up his hips.  Tommy's little penis was hard and flattened against
his stomach.  The elastic band held it there with only the tip exposed.
Mike leaned down and gave it a kiss before he drew the boy into his chest
and rubbed his back and ass to comfort him.  These were the moments that
Tommy lived for.   To him, it was proof that Mike loved him.

     "Tommy, are you sorry for embarrassing me?", Mike asked.

     "Yes sir ...... it won't happen again."

     "That's a good boy.   Now walk over and give my friend Jerold a kiss."

     Jerold was impressed by the control that Mike exerted over Tommy.  It
seemed a bit cruel to him but at the same time, it was a real turn-on.  He
shared Mike's need for control but until now, he never had an opportunity
to exercise it.

     Jerold watched the near naked boy sidle up to him and press his soft
lips against his cheek.   He liked how the boy looked in girl's panties.
Tommy's long hair, shapely legs and smooth skin could easily allow him to
be mistaken for a girl.   Jerold preferred thinking of him like that
because he wasn't about to admit that a boy's body made him hard the way
he was at that moment.   His plump little ass was almost begging to be
fucked.  He hugged the boy to him by cupping his hands on the silk-covered
fleshy mounds of his butt.  Taking his cue from Mike, he also leaned down
and kissed the tip of Tommy's penis.

     Mike watched as Tommy seemed to melt into Jerold's body.   He hadn't
planned on this and it made him a bit jealous.   He reached into the
bottom drawer of his computer desk and pulled out a dog collar and leash
that he had purchased earlier in the day.   Mike interrupted the scene
by ordering Tommy to come back over to him.   When Tommy saw the collar
and leash, his whole body seemed to turn crimson.   He wasn't prepared for
this new development and wasn't sure how to respond.   Mike, on the other
hand, had wanted to do this for quite some time.   He buckled the collar
around Tommy's slim neck and snapped the leash to the little D-ring that
protruded from the throat area.   His cock twitched when he saw how much
the boy was humiliated.

     He jerked on the leash, pulling the boy closer to him.   He fingered
the small metal tag hanging from the collar and read the inscription aloud.
'My name is Tommy and I belong to Michael Perry, (215) 373-XXXX'

     Tommy bowed his head in complete submission.   He couldn't deny that
he also felt a certain measure of pride.   Being owned by Mike and having
a collar with a metal tag to prove it was perversely pleasurable to him.

     Mike put his open palm to Tommy's lips and watched as the boy licked
it.  After a minute or so, he reached down and unzipped his trousers and
pulled out his 8 inch cock.   Tommy knew exactly what to do and kneeled
down to service his master.

     Jerold felt his own cock twitch while he witnessed the depth of
degradation that Tommy was forced to endure.   Mike looked toward Jerold
with a triumphant grin on his face as he pressed the boy's head into his
sweaty ballsac.  He thought back to how this all started:

     Tommy became his property about a month ago, shortly after Tommy
and his mother moved into the identical Rancher next door.  There weren't
any kids his age who lived in this block so Tommy sought to make friends
with Mike, his sixteen year old neighbor.  It started out innocent enough
in the beginning but soon turned into a special kind of friendship.
Tommy's mother was always busy with her work and he was left to fend for
himself most of the time.

     He was unprepared for the hormones that coursed through his veins,
causing him to experience his first wet dream with no one to ask what was
happening to his body.   He remembered waking up, thinking that he had
peed the bed.   The thing that disturbed him most was that it happened
during a dream about kissing Mike.

     There was a high hedge row between their homes with only one spot
at the end of the yards where an opening was cut   Tommy discovered
that if he crouched down at the right angle, he had a perfect view of
Mike's bedroom through the two sliding glass doors.   His room was no more
than 10 yards from Tommy's but Mike never pulled his drapes because he
thought that the hedge provided him privacy.   Besides, he enjoyed waking
up to sunlight and sounds of birds through the mesh screening.

     One night about 11 PM, Tommy saw the light come on and he took up his
position, hiding behind the heavy drape drawn across his own sliding glass
door.  Earlier in the day, he trimmed the break in the hedge to provide him
with even a better view of his unsuspecting neighbor.

     Tommy's heart started racing when he saw Mike undress.   His long
cock dangled, resting on a pair of tennis-sized balls.   Mike was an
athlete, his body hardened from participation in football and baseball at
the highschool.   He had a set of weights in his bedroom and worked out
every morning before showering.   His stomach was like a washboard,
lightly covered with a coating of hair that was a continuation from his
dense pubes and grew up the center of his chest.  Tommy licked his lips
when Mike turned around, revealing the tight dimpled buns of his ass just
before he sat down at his computer desk and logged on to the Internet.

     Using his binoculars, Tommy could see the computer screen as Mike
pulled up his bookmarks and clicked on the weather page.   Tommy was
able to read that tomorrow would be warm and sunny with a temperature in
the low nineties.   Back to his bookmarks for a check on sports and then
it happened.   Tommy could not believe his eyes as a picture of a naked
boy appeared on the screen.   He looked to be about his same age, twelve
or thirteen and was posed with his rigid cock flat on his stomach.  He
saw Mike reach in a drawer and pull out a jar of Vaseline.

     Even though Mike had his back toward him, Tommy could tell that he
was masturbating.   His left hand was slowly pumping up and down while his
right worked the mouse and flipped through several other pictures of the
same naked boy.   Tommy found himself wishing that the naked boy on the
computer screen was him.   There were a lot of similarities.   The boy
looked to be about his same height and weight although his cock was much
larger than his.   It seemed to be out of proportion to the rest of his
body.   The realization that Mike liked boys his age gave Tommy hope
that they could become lovers.

     As Mike stroked his Vaseline greased cock, he had a strange feeling
that he was being watched.  There was a mirror at the side of his desk
and he when he looked into it he could see light filtering through a gap
in the hedge.   Then he saw the face of the new neighbor kid peering at
him.   At first, he was embarrassed at having been caught but then it
made him angry.   If the little pervert wanted a show,  he was going to
provide him with one.

     Mike stood up and walked toward his patio door, his cock sticking
straight out, leading the way.   He turned on a floor lamp by the door
that acted almost like a spot like on his naked body.   He purposely
looked toward the sky so the kid didn't suspect that he had been
discovered.   He started a slow jacking of his huge cock with one hand
while he rubbed his pecs with the other.

     When Tommy saw Mike walk toward the door, he backed away, his
heart racing a mile a minute.   He was fairly certain that Mike hadn't
seen him but he wasn't sure.   He gathered up enough nerve to peek
again and couldn't believe what he saw.   There was his neighbor,
jerking off in front of the door, looking up toward the sky.   His
eyes centered on the movement of Mike's hand on his cock and didn't
notice Mike looking down at him.    Tommy kept staring at his cock and
pulled out his own through the front of his pajamas.   He felt the tip
of his penis leaking fluid and smeared it over the tip and shaft.  The
feeling it gave him was so good that he closed his eyes to enjoy the
moment.  When he looked toward Mike's door again, he was surprised to
find that he wasn't standing there anymore.   He craned his neck trying
for a better view of the room when suddenly his door opened and Mike
grabbed his arm.

     "What are you looking at little boy!!!", he whispered.

     Tommy was too shocked to speak.  He felt a hand clasp over his mouth
and another swoop him up off his feet.   Mike carried the kicking boy
into the yard and in a matter of seconds, he was back in his own room.  He
dumped the boy on his bed and told him to keep quiet or else.  Tommy had no
idea what the 'or else' meant and he decided not to find out.

     In his 13 years, Tommy was never more terrified and excited at the
same time.  Here he was in the bed of an older, naked boy that he hardly
knew but had dreamed about, causing his first ever wet ejaculation.   He
drew himself into a fetal position when he felt the bed move after Mike
sat down on it.   His fear seemed to be justified when Mike started to
unbutton his pajama top and lay his chest bare.   He felt the hands move
to his waist and the elastic band of the pajama bottom slide down his slim
hips.  His tiny penis sprang up and snapped flat to his belly before he
saw the cotton material pass over his toes and onto the carpeted floor.
Cold hands went under him and lifted one arm and then the other free of his
PJ top.   He was released and fell back naked and prone on the warm
bedspread.   Mike's eyes were fixed on his body, the same he imagined as
they were fixed to the naked boy image captured on his computer screen.
His right foot was raised up and a wet mouth sucked briefly on his toes
then kissed it's way to his ankle and calf.   The bed moved even more as
Mike kneeled between his spindly legs.   A hand on each foot placed his
ankles on top of Mikes muscular shoulders.  His body was dragged closer to
the monster cock that pointed straight at his upturned ass.

    Tommy's pink little anus twitched as the head of the monster poked at
it.   He knew what was next and he gritted his teeth as he felt Mike's
hands grasp his hips and slide them toward him.   The entry was made
easier because of the Vaseline that still coated his cock.   His tight
sphincter muscle opened and the head popped inside.   He wanted to scream
but didn't because he feared the 'or else' that Mike had threatened him
earlier if made any noise.   No sooner was the head inside when he felt
Mike's body push him deep into the mattress with his feet pointed
straight to the ceiling.   The monster slid up his anal chute and felt
like it was somewhere deep inside his stomach.   His prostate gland sent
a wave of pleasure to mix with the pain.   The pain won out and he opened
his mouth to scream until Mike's mouth closed over his and stifled it.
For the longest time, Mike just lay on top of him and worked the inside
of his mouth with his tongue.   Tommy stopped struggling and Mike raised
his hips, pulling his cock back and then slammed forward.   He developed
a piston-like action that had the precision of a metronome.  Tommy's
little body lurched back and forth as Mike deflowered his virginal boycunt.
Wave after wave of pleasure consumed Tommy as his prostate was massaged by
the thick sausage appendage passing over it.  It could have been minutes or
hours, time was no longer something that Tommy was able to measure.
Finally he felt gobs of a wet sticky substance flood his insides and seep
out on the bedspread.   Mike had taken him, impregnated him, claimed him
for his own and it felt wonderful!!!

    After spending his charge, Mike continued to lay on top until his
softening cock hardened again.  Tommy could feel it inflate inside him
and pleaded:  "Fuck me Mike".

    Mike wordlessly complied.  He sucked on the boy's throat, chin and
nose before renewing the thrusting action of his hips.   He discharged
again after a long session of rigorous fucking.   Then he sat back
on his heels, allowing his spent cock to flop out of the boy's relaxed
ass muscle.

    Mike stayed there for a few minutes, drinking in the beauty of the
boy.  He saw the cum stains where Tommy had spurt his own juices between
their chests.   He used his fingers to scrape some off and placed it on
the tip of his tongue.  Then he pulled the boy up to a sitting position
and transferred a huge gob in his mouth.   Tommy's body was wringing
wet with sweat as was his own.

    Mike slid off the end of his bed and held Tommy flat to his chest.
He adjusted his grip by placing his forearms under the boy's ass and
carried him toward the door leading to the hallway.   As he passed by
the computer screen, he looked at the image there and knew that from
this day on, his masturbating days were over.   He had captured a real
live boy to satisfy his sexual fantasies instead of a computer image
and there would be no turning back.

    Returning from his reverie, Mike looked at Jerold and realized that
he no longer wanted to share Tommy with him.

    "Sorry buddy, I changed my mind.  I love this little guy too much
to share him with anyone else.  You'll have to find one of your own."

    When Tommy heard his words, he touched the metal tag on his collar,
beamed from ear-to-ear and kissed his owner on the cheek.

to be continued?

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