Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 13:08:23 EDT
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 13

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction, and those folks
who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
actual events and people I encountered in my younger days, but the
presentation here of events and characters in no way is meant to portray
actual, historical persons and events.  It's just a story.

I know some time has elapsed since the preceding chapter and this one.  I
have been drafting this chapter and the next several in my head, but
unfortunately I have not had time until now to type anything.  Please bear
with me, as I seek the time to describe the other "games."

All stunts were performed by professionals.  Do not attempt these at home.

No steroid-enhanced professional athletes were harmed in the writing or
reading of this story.

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.  Why, indeed, have you read this far?


Games With Stefan

by eddyriha

Chapter #13-Weekend at My House (Part 6)

After we ate lunch-I had a sandwich, while Stefan ate some cold cuts mixed
with cat food from the bowl, followed by milk lapped up from a saucer-I
brought him into my bedroom, where I stripped him of the shirt and slacks.
(He had already taken off his shoes when he entered the house.)  I stood
him in the center of the room and had him hold his arms at his sides.

"This will be a different sort of game," I told him.  "You need to trust me
and let me do what I have in mind, OK?"

"Yes, sir," he replied.  There was the hint of a smile on his face, as he
awaited my next move.

I left the room, after telling him to stand still and not move.  When I
returned, he was in the same position as I'd left him, hands at his sides,
facing away from the door.

I set down what I'd brought with me.  "Now I heard about this game," I
said.  "I thought that, since you are too sore to be fucked up the ass, I'd
try something new with you."

He nodded.  So I picked up the first package of the plastic wrap that I'd
brought with me, and I began unrolling it, starting around his neck and
shoulders, and I unwrapped it all around his body, walking around and
stretching the clear plastic against his skin.  He was smiling, wondering
what I was up to.  When I had finished the roll, I dropped it and picked up
the next, continuing from the spot I'd left off.  My mother was quite the
bargain hunter, and she always purchased stuff like plastic wrap in
quantity.  But she never knew how much she had on hand at any given time,
so I could use up most of the wrap in the house, and as long as I discarded
the empty packages, she'd just think she needed to pick up some more the
next time she went shopping.

In any case, Stefan gradually became wrapped in a clear plastic cocoon.  I
made sure his hands were wrapped separately, so he would be unable to feel
the skin of his hips under his fingers.  I also made sure to wrap each leg
separately, for the same effect.  When I finished, the only parts of Stefan
that were exposed were his head (of course), the soles of his feet, his
dick, his balls, and his asshole.  (I simply left a gap in the plastic so I
could reach in at that point.)  I left his dick and balls exposed so I
could play with them, if I so chose.  The same was true of the soles of his
feet.

I placed the dog collar around Stefan's neck, and then stepped back to view
my handiwork.  The plastic was a little loose and baggy in places, and that
was understandable, as it was my first time ever to mummify anyone.  Rather
that unwrap everything and then rewrap him, I decided to borrow Mom's iron.
I warmed up the iron, then placed a dishtowel over each of the baggy
places, before I applied the iron gently.  The heat through the cotton
towel was enough to cause the plastic wrap to tighten down.  In a few
minutes, the entire wrap was firm and fully in place.

"Good boy," I said, as I unplugged the iron.  I gave his dick a slap with
my free hand.  "You are mine to do with as I please."

He nodded.  What else was there to say?  He knew there was no struggling
out of this situation.

I carried him into my parents' bedroom and stood him in the space between
the door and the kingsize bed.  I bound a bandanna over his eyes and placed
a second in his mouth, before tying a third to keep the gag in place.
After that, I went into the bathroom and found this ointment my mother used
to place on various kinds of sensitive wounds, whenever my brother or I
would get ourselves hurt.  I wiped some of that stuff in and around
Stefan's asshole.  He whimpered a little.  I guess any contact there caused
him pain.

"That's just something to make it feel better," I whispered in his ear.  "I
so much want to fuck you again."

He nodded.  Then he waited.

But I climbed into bed.  "Stay where you are," I teased him.  "I'm going to
take a nap."

I awoke a couple of hours later to the ringing of the telephone.  I
stretched, yawned, and was about to roll back over when I remembered why I
was lying naked in my parents' bed and what was the reason Stefan was
standing, all wrapped up, in the center of the room.

I leaped to my feet, throwing off the sheet in one motion, and dashed down
the hall to the living room to scoop up the phone just before it switched
to the answering machine.  "Hello," I said, trying my best not to sound out
of breath.

"Is Stefan there?"  It was his father.  The last person I wanted to talk to
at the moment.  Regardless of the circumstances his son was presently in,
all the stuff I'd done to Stefan the whole weekend made me feel a little
guilty.  Well, maybe more than a little guilty. . . .

"Just a minute," I replied, as I picked up the cordless phone from its base
and turned it on, switching receivers against my ear.  I walked back to the
bedroom, where Stefan was standing, still staring in the direction of the
bed.  I must have done a complete job with the wrapping.  He clearly
couldn't move, couldn't even fall over if his legs grew weary of standing
so long.

"It's your father," I whispered in his right ear, as I held the cordless
phone to his left.  Stefan nodded slightly, then said aloud, "Hi, Dad."

I could hear his father's loud bass voice without even tipping the phone
toward myself.  "Stefan, you having a good time?"

"Yeah, I sure am."  I let out the breath I was holding, just as I realized
I had been holding it.  Guess I had been a little worried that maybe Stefan
would say something to give the game away.  Well, maybe more than a little
worried. . . .

"That's good.  You're not giving Eddy's parents any trouble?"

"No, sir, no trouble."

"You'd better not be misbehaving.  You know they will tell me for sure if
you have been causing any trouble."

"Yes, Dad."

"Now, the reason I'm calling is that your mom and I have decided to stay
here in Florida to help my cousin take care of some financial and estate
matters.  If it is all right with Eddy's parents, you could stay there at
his house until we fly back Thursday morning."

"I'm sure it will be OK."

There was some noise in the background.  "I need to go, your uncle needs to
use the phone," Stefan's father said.  "You tell Eddy's parents that, if it
won't be convenient for you to stay another couple of days, you can stay
with your sister at Aunt Maria and Uncle Nicholas' house."

"I'm sure it will be OK here," Stefan repeated.

"OK, just make sure you behave yourself."

After Stefan had assented that he would indeed behave himself, his father
hung up, and I switched off the phone.

"That was close," he whispered.  "I was so afraid he would make me go stay
with my uncle and aunt."

"Well, if you'd really rather-" I teased him.

"No, no, no!" he exclaimed.  "I'm having too much fun here!"

I gave him a hug so tight that the plastic wrap crinkled.  "I am having a
blast, too.  I'm glad we get another couple of days together to play our
games."

We kissed long and deeply, my tongue wrestling with his, the one appendage
(if that's what one can call it!) he was still free to move wherever he
wanted.

Then I released him and stepped back.  When I had first wrapped him up, I
hadn't thought ahead about the next step.  I had kind of figured that I'd
either end up setting him free after my nap, or waiting until bedtime.  But
now I was getting ideas. . . .

Without saying anything, I leaned Stefan forward and dragged him to the
bed, laying him down on his back.  I crawled atop him, the plastic
crinkling with every movement.  I ran my hands all over the plastic,
pressing down, as if massaging him.  I leaned forward and kissed his
forehead, his nose, his chin, then turned around and kissed the tip of his
dick.  I kissed my way down his rapidly enlarging shaft, then brushed my
lips over his hairless balls.  He tried to lift himself to meet my lips,
but he found himself unable to make any movement.

I squatted lower and lower until I felt my balls dangling on his cheek.
Centering myself, I said, "Lick me."  Stefan needed no further
encouragement.  He sucked one ball into his mouth and began sucking, then
released it so he could suck on the other.  Meanwhile, I resumed licking
and sucking on his dick.  In a moment, he had turned his attention to my
erection, and the sudden wet warmth almost maid me cum right then and
there.  I realized I had not emptied my bladder after my nap, and that
always made me harder and cum quicker than usual.  I tried to wriggle free
and postpone my orgasm, but the very act of trying to remove myself from
his mouth caused me to go over the edge, and my dick exploded in several
jets of cum, the last couple landing outside his mouth, on his chin, his
nose, his cheeks.  That splattering of cum caused him to stiffen in my
mouth, before spasm after spasm erupted from his boyish prick.

Once his dick had stopped jerking, I rolled off him and lay beside him on
the bed.

"That was awesome," he said, after a few minutes of silence.  I nodded and
began swirling the cum on his face with my fingers.  His tongue tried to
catch some of it and lick it into his mouth, but I moved most of it out of
reach and rubbed it into the skin of his cheeks, his forehead, his jawline.
He smiled, his face glistening wet with my cum.

"Now for some dinner," I said.

I ordered a large pepperoni and mushroom pizza, which was delivered in less
than fifteen minutes and for which delivery I slipped temporarily back into
my church clothes and after the door closed slipped back out of them.  It
was an amusing task, feeding Stefan slices of the pizza one bite at a time,
as he couldn't free his hands or even move his head enough to reach the
pizza where it lay on his plastic-wrapped chest.  After we had finished as
much of the pizza as we could eat, I put the rest in the fridge to be
microwaved later, and then I carried Stefan into the living room.  I put on
a DVD, and leaned the boy on his side so he could watch it, too.  I
snuggled behind him, my frequently erect dick trying to slip inside his ass
without his being aware.  But evidently he was still sore enough so that
each attempt was met with a soft whine and a "Please, don't."  It must
really have been bothering him, as Stefan almost never said no to being
fucked.  Now if I were a ruthless master, I suppose I could have fucked him
anyway, and a part of me (you can guess which part!) was fully inclined to
do so, but on reflection I knew I couldn't force him if it hurt.  Whatever
I might say to myself, I knew I loved the boy, and I didn't want anything
to spoil that love.

After the DVD, we spent awhile lying on the floor, kissing, tasting the
flavor of pizza still in each other's mouths.

Then Stefan spoke.  "I'm sorry, sir."

"Sorry about what?"

"Sorry it hurts too much.  I know you really want to fuck me."

I nodded.  "Well, we can't do much about that now, can we?"

"There's always my mouth, sir."

That's my boy.  Always thinking of how he could please his master.  "But
that could hurt, too."  I know how sometimes he could gag when he sucked my
cock.

"But it doesn't hurt now," he said.  That was certainly true.

I knelt over his prone, wrapped body, one knee on either side of his slim
shoulders.  I lowered myself, at the same time raising his head with a
couple of couch cushions, to make the position more comfortable for him.
He opened his mouth and I thrust my dick in, without any preliminaries.  I
was already dripping precum from all my unsuccessful attempts to penetrate
his ass during the DVD.

"Remember, no teeth," I reminded him, and he grunted his assent.  His lips
wrapped around my swelling cock, and a little of his saliva dripped down
onto his chin.

"Ready?" I asked, and he grunted again.  I began thrusting forward, pushing
my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, forcing my way into his throat.
He gagged a moment, but that passed and my cock slid into his throat, which
tightened wonderfully against the intruder.  I pushed forward and pulled
back, but never enough that I left the constricting vise of his throat.
His eyes widened as his breath came shallowly, his nostrils flaring and
receding at every breath.  I didn't slow down, as I knew I was getting
close.  I kept thrusting back and forth, forcing myself into him, until his
cheek and nose were slapping against my public hair.  Suddenly, before I
expected it, my cock burst jet after jet of cum into his throat.  He was
gasping, because for a moment he couldn't breathe, but then the cum went
down his esophagus and I pulled my dick out, dribbling some cum onto his
lips, his chin.  Before I could say otherwise, he had licked the dribbles
into his mouth.

He smiled.  "That was amazing, sir."

"You're not shitting me on that," I said, as my cock softened and I rested
against him.  "That was fucking amazing."

"And to think we have a couple more days. . . ."

Now it was my turn to smile.  "I think the fun's just beginning, my boy.
It's just beginning. . . ."