Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2007 00:50:38 EDT From: EddyRiha@aol.com Subject: games with stefan 19 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. All stunts were performed by professionals. Do not attempt these at home. Thank you again to all the readers for the encouragement and the constructive criticism you have provided as I continue to develop this story. A special thank you to the various Nifty authors whose stories have influenced the writing of "Games With Stefan." I have sometimes borrowed incidents and ideas from these authors, whose inspiration deserves proper acknowledgement. Especially Jarrod749 ("Zach Gets to Serve"), Edward Bangor (the whole "Bound to Brett" story collection), Ed ("Capturing Tommy"), and William ("Tied Up Teens"). There are many others whose stories have been enjoyable, but by their fine example, these authors in particular prompted me to write this story sequence. . . . No celebrities in rehab 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 eddy riha Chapter #19-Weekend at My House (Part 10) When I awoke from the nap I'd taken after being rimmed by my beautiful, obedient slave, I found him staring at the ceiling, relaxed in his spreadeagle on the metal; frame. He smiled when he saw me, something he could do because I had not gagged him, as a reward for being such a good boy. I stood up, stretched, and headed for the bathroom to take a piss. When Stefan heard my piss hitting the toilet, he squirmed and tested the strength of his bonds. But he knew better than to challenge me or to beg for me to allow him the privilege of urinating. After I'd taken my time and squeezed out the last drops, I sauntered slowly over to the bedframe and, casually and slowly, removed each of the restraints on Stefan's limbs. Then I led him into the bathroom, where he stood in front of the toilet, unable to urinate. Then I realized the problem-and removed the rope around his cock and balls. Then he gushed a thick amber stream of piss that seemed like it would never end. The sun had finally set outside, but it was hard to tell at first, as the sky was filled with glowering dark thunderclouds. The worst of the rain had passed, and as I reached for the bathroom light after Stefan had washed his hands, the light suddenly went out. I walked to the front window and peered through the curtains-total darkness everywhere. With Stefan in tow, I walked upstairs to my bedroom, where I kept my transistor radio. Sure enough, the power was out everywhere in town, except the radio station, which had an emergency generator for emergencies such as these. The power outage gave me an idea. I dug in one of my dresser drawers until I found what I was looking for-a pair of girl's pink panties, the product of a panty raid at a co-ed camp I had been to the previous summer. I hadn't known which girl I'd taken them from (it was dark when we did the raid on the adjacent girls' cabin) and I had decided to keep them tucked away for a special occasion. Tonight was such an occasion. "Put these on, slave," I said. Stefan made a face, Even in the semidarkness of the bedroom, he could tell what I had handed him. But he knew he'd used up his "get out of jail free" cards on me earlier in the day, so he lifted up one foot and stepped into the nylon panty. He pulled it up that leg and then stepped the other foot into the other side. He pulled them all the way up, but the elastic waistband was too loose around him. Imagine that, my boy had a slimmer waist than whatever girl I'd deprived of these panties last summer. I thought for a moment, then picked up one of the clothespins we'd used in an earlier game. I pinned some of the material together at the side, thus tightening the elastic around his waist. While he was putting on the panty, I had grabbed a pair of shorts and put them on. Even though the panty was a bit baggy on him, I could tell the feel of the material and the thought of wearing a girl's panties had made his go erect. (Then again, what didn't get him to pop a boner?) I pulled the panty down a little, though, so the tip of his dick poked above the elastic. It stayed in place because the elastic was just tight enough. "Now come on," I said, leading him by the leash attached to his dog collar. We went down the stairs and into the garage, my way illuminated by the flashlight in my hand. We exited the back garage door, and then I led him across the side yard and onto the darkened street. He hesitated when he realized where I was leading him. "Not out in the street!" her exclaimed in a whisper. He began pulling back, straining against the leash. "Come on, slave," I commanded. I pulled on the leash and, of course, he had to follow. "But what if the lights come back on?" he whined. "Then the lights come back on," I replied. What did I care? I was wearing an ordinary pair of shorts. But my boy was afraid of being seen by anyone else wearing a pair of pink girlie panties. "Please!" he begged. In response, I pulled harder on the leash, and he staggered after me, his bare feet slapping on the still-warm pavement. I didn't keep him in the street very long. I headed directly into his own front yard, then through the gate in the fence and into the backyard. Once we had crossed the street, he stopped protesting, but I had decided some punishment was in order. So I made him climb the steps onto the wooden deck at the one end of his family's aboveground pool. For a moment, he was exposed in the darkness on a spot where, if the lights came back on, anyone in any of the adjacent houses would have been able to see him. "Please!" Stefan begged in a whisper. "Someone might see us!" "What do you think, that I'd fuck you up here?" I asked. "Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea." I grabbed the panties and pulled them down in one quick motion. Before he could grab them and pull them back up, I had planted my foot on the nylon material, holding the panties on the wooden floorboards. Even in the darkness, I could still make out the perfect shape of my thirteen-year-old slave's trim thighs and the curve of his asscheeks. I put my hand on his ass and stroked it gently. He leaned toward me and purred quietly, hoping to hide his nakedness against my half-clothed body. I kissed his forehead and brushed his lips with mine. Then I pushed the slave into the pool. He hit the water with a splash and a gasp. For a moment, he was free of my control, as I'd let the leash go when I'd pushed him in. But then I slipped quietly into the water and took up the leash again. I pulled him to me and said, "Now suck me, slave." He pulled at my waist, trying to lift me out of the water. "No, slave, I said 'suck me.'" He stood for a moment, unsure of what to do next. "It isn't rocket science, slave." Not that, at fifteen, I knew what rocket science was either, but it seemed cool to say at the time. "You know how to suck cock. You are good at sucking cock. So go ahead and suck my cock." He reached down and fumbled a moment with the waistband of my shorts, realized that they were the pull-on type with a string-tie (which I had not bothered to tie), and I felt them sliding slowly down my thighs. I felt his right hand grasp my dick and start stroking it, and I went hard immediately. How many times I'd imagined being in his pool, the two of us naked, and then fooling around. Now Stefan was feeling up my cock. I closed my eyes and smiled in the darkness. I could tell Stefan was looking at me, hoping I'd change my mind, but I didn't say anything. I wasn't worried about him going under and having to hold his breath a minute or two at a time. He is a natural swimmer who can hold his breath quite awhile while he dives to the bottom of a pool or a lake. I'd witnessed him do it many times before. Just never with a cock in his mouth. . . . He inhaled deeply, then he ducked his head under the water. I felt the sudden touch of his lips on the head of my cock, then he took it all in his mouth. This boy doesn't waste any time, I thought. Several times, he slid his lips down my cock, then back to the head, then back down, before he resurfaced for a gasp of air. Then he went back down. Again, I felt his lips on my cock, and he sucked and sucked until he had to surface for air. Four more times he went down and then I couldn't take it any longer. With a quick, breathless gasp, I shot my cum into his waiting mouth. He swallowed and swallowed , surfacing only when I was done. He hung on the edge of the pool, gasping for breath. "That was fuckin' cool," he said when he had caught his breath. "I wasn't sure I'd be able to make you cum underwater." I came up behind him and wrapped him in my arms. "You can always make me cum," I replied. "You are so fuckin' amazing." I kissed his neck and ran my fingers through his wet hair. At that moment, I was so completely in love with Stefan. I could only dimly see him in the darkness, but I kept stroking his skin gently, softly. When he had completely relaxed, I took the next step in my plan. He was still holding on to the edge of the pool, so I pushed him up until his ass was exposed above the water. "Keep holding on," I said. I felt him readjust his grip so he could bear more of his weight on his arms. I spread his legs and moved in between them. In front of me was his boyish ass, his well-used pucker directly in front of me. I ran my forefinger over the hole, and he wriggled with delight. I ran my finger just inside the opening, moving it around the lip. Another wriggle of delight. I could tell Stefan had gone hard, and he legs completely stiffened with expectation. "Fuck me!" he begged in a whisper. "Fuck me, fuck me, please!" But that wasn't my intention. I pushed my finger deeper into his hole, and I could feel it was nice and wet, completely clean from his immersion in the pool. So before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled out my finger, leaned forward, and stuck my tongue into the boy's hole. He let out a sharp squeak, then a gasp, as he wriggled with pleasure. I moved my tongue up and down, around and around his hole. It tasted only slightly salty, mostly like the chlorine of the pool. His breathing came in sharp gasps and squeaks as I continued licking his hole. While my left hand held him in place, I began jacking him with my right. In a moment, he convulsed in yet another dry orgasm, as I continued licking his hole and yanking his dick. He bucked and shook so much he almost fell out of the pool, but I grabbed him and pulled him back to me, our lips meeting in a kiss just as his convulsions subsided. "Thank you, master, thank you," he murmured, as I clasped him close to me. "You are amazing, my beautiful slave," I replied. For the next hour or so, we swam around the pool, splashing each other with water, and several more times embracing and kissing each other deeply. Then I pulled back on my shorts, had him climb out, put the panties back on him as before, and led my slave out of his backyard and across the street. The power still hadn't come back on, so we were perhaps more confident in our anonymity than we should have been. No sooner had I set foot back in my driveway when a flashlight shone in my eyes and a voice said, "What the fuck do we have here?" Instantly, Stefan and I froze in place. There was no question: we had been found out. I was dressed in shorts, which was no big deal, but how could I explain to someone else the boy walking behind me, his neck in a dog collar, a leash from the collar grasped in my right hand, the boy wearing pink panties from which the tip of his erect cock showed. There was no easy explanation we could give. . . . [to be continued!]