Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2014 17:55:39 +0200
From: dickydoo2@gmx.com
Subject: Strykers

                               STRYKERS


When I pulled my bike up to a stop in front of the PHAN-T-C game store in the
mall, I just about shit, Roland was going in! Boy I hadn't seen him since he
moved away over a year ago and his eyes lit up in surprise too when he
saw me, "Sandy!" and stuck out  his fist and I bumped, "Roland!"

But the other surprise is how much he had changed. He was a year older than
me, so about 15 now, and back then he was shorter than me, kinda chubby,
jet black eyes and long straight hair. But now he had grown a bit, maybe 5' 8",
still shorter than my skinny 5' 11", and his chubby had turned to muscle, his
head was shaved on both sides, the long black lock in the middle flopped over
to one side.

He watched me giving him the once over, his torn and holey cutoffs with a
nice warn bulge, his tats, nose, ear and belly button rings and the cut off tank
top with an armoured  medieval swordsman on it.

He was smiling while I took inventory, then I looked back up, and he chuckled,
"Hey! Guess I changed a bit, eh?  You have too, taller, still a bag of bones
though, oh and talking about bones, I suppose that wicked one of yours is
even longer too, right?"

I didn't blush with him, remembering our history, so slowly smiled slyly and
nodded.

He laughed as he gave me a friendly punch on the shoulder, "Oh yeah, I'll
never forget the first time I saw it when we were 11-12. I think I asked you
where you bought it because I wanted one like it. And oh yeah too, when I
was whacking you off and you were flopping around on the end of that thing
when you came for the first time. Yeah man, like holding a fucking garden
hose!"

The memories made me laugh along with him.

`Hey, know what? I'm going in to get a new game, why don't you scoot home
while I shop and pick up your shit for an overnighter. We're having a battle
tonight too, you'll love it, may even be a star, K? Oh, and lose that Roland
shit, I'm Thor now"

Wow, did that sound like fun, I love those battle games on the computer and I
don't know what he means by a star, but I nodded rapidly and pedaled my
tight little ass home.

Mom thought it was great that I was seeing Rola... Thor again, but I was kinda
glad she wasn't seeing him. She went over the list of thing I should take
and do, "Mommm... I'm 14 now, not 10 and I have my cell so you can contact
me in an emergency, a real emergency that is" Christ you know moms...

She gave me the kiss on the cheek, yuk and I pedaled my little ass back over to
the mall and was surprised my dicky was going dingaling when I flashed back
on my memories with him on the way.

I went inside and saw Rol... , damn, Thor, leaning over a game display, chatting
with a boy a little taller than him who had the dome of his head shaved
smooth but the sides had long red hair down over his ears.

They turned when they saw me and I tried not to be too surprised with his
friend's outfit, I guess you could call it that. He had on tight leather shorts
which at the back exposed the bottoms of his bubble cheeks, the front low cut
below a bit of short red pubes that seemed shaped, and had a large full and
worn pouch which I learned later was called a codpiece.

He had the full complement of rings, the tit ones actually thin bolts with nuts,
an open leather vest with tats disappearing below his waistband. Oh and his
shoes were like sandals but had a tongue that came up the front of his shins
held in place with leather strings around his legs. Wild!

"Sandy, hey! This is my bud Snorre, that's Viking for unruly one" and gave him
a friendly slap, and Snorre nodded, as he banged his fisted hand on his chest
instead of a shake.

Jeez, this is great fun, so I nodded and banged back a salute on mine.

"He's one of our warriors so will be doing battle with us tonight" then held up
a disc, "and hey, got a new game so let's go back and try it out" then turned to
Snorre and banged his chest, "later bro" and Snorre saluted back.

I was getting pretty anxious with all this new jargon, clothes and talk, but
could have never have imagined how excited I would eventually get.

His mom was quite happy when she saw me, big smile, big hug and "Oh
Sandy! So good to see you again!"

As she talked, Thor moved behind her and started making faces, "My you're taller
too, you always were big though" then he held  his hands about a foot apart, took
one hand and pretended to stroke an imaginary dick as he also pretended to bounce
the imaginary balls up with the other.

That just about did it as I started choking and had to switch to a phony cough.
She frowned and I waved my hand at her, my other hand over my mouth, nodded
and bounded upstairs behind Thor who was laughing his head off as I enjoyed
the holes in the ass of his distressed cutoffs.

I smiled when I saw his door. He had pictures of some fantasy monsters and
signs plastered all over it and the doorframe, like `KEEP OUT', `Radioactive',
`Beware of Lizards', `Trespassers will be evaporated', `Goodbye' and `Don't
test me'.

He smiled at me, "And my mom never goes in, I set up traps to let me know"
and pulled a long hair that was up high and crossed from the door to the
frame, showed me and nodded. Cool, just like TV.

It really blew me away when I entered though. It seemed like every inch of the
walls and ceiling was covered with cut-outs, pictures, posters and yes, even
some monster manikins of various sizes!

He looked around proudly, "Well, watcha think?"

My jaw was down, "It's... it's fucking awesome! Mind blowing!"

"There's some hidden for fun too, watch" and with that he walked over to a
poster about 3' high of a fantasy green lizard with scales, armour and a sword
standing on his hind feet. I thought it was decent, not spectacular but didn't
notice it was hinged on one side. He grabbed the edge and swung it aside and
the picture underneath was the same lizard except who now had a massive hard
cock that curved up and was squirting a huge volley of cum out the bright red
tip from the two bags with four balls underneath!  Holy cow!

He laughed at my jaw drop again, "It reminds me of you sometimes. that big
cum cannon of yours fired some pretty good rounds when I tossed you. You
suck cocks now?"

Whoa... where did that come from, and I was at a loss for words not sure how
to reply.

But he saw my indecision and simply said, "I do. Started just after I moved
away. Often thought about what it would be like to snap my lips below your
knob as it fired away. Love the taste"

That made me feel a little more comfortable, you know consensual validation,
so I nodded, "Yeah I started just after you left too, Jimmy broke me in,
Remember him?"

"Oh yeah, li'le jerkin' Jimmy, always boned up and wanting to jerk us because
he could only dry cum. Guess he finally squirted. You gay?"

Shit, he doesn't mince words but seemed cool about it, so I grinned and nodded,
"Yes and yes"

That got him for a sec, then he chuckled, "Good, I'm bi, swing both ways, like
to suck it or lick it, whatever's on the table. Hey we can check all this out later,
you're sleeping over. And hell, you're loving this, so phone you're mom, tell her
it's going to be a couple days now, then I can start to prepare you, dress you
down, you look like a fucking choirboy"

As I was talking to my mom he stripped and I had a hard time concentrating,
and said quickly, `Ya... okay... gotta go...ya love you too, bye!"

Shit I started boning quick as he twirled around naked, "Well, you've seen my
outerwear, wadda ya think of my underwear?"

Man, he was covered, like his walls were, a walking piece of art. Weird art that
is too. His ass had `Welcome' tattooed across his cheeks, his pubes were
shaved into a lightening flash, nipple rings, navel ring, three in his foreskin,
three on the side of  his ballbag. Whoa...

He saw me frowning as I stared at his cock and balls that were bulging out
with a strap or whatever around them and he snickered, "Ha, thought that
would catch your eye. That's a cock ring, keeps you kinda looking semi and it
feels good. Shit, get your clothes off, I wanna fit you with one. As if you need
one"

I was a little hesitant at first, it had been a while, but hell, we'd done each
other so often and he was semi already, so I stripped and joined his semi
state.

"Humm, you're pretty well a blank slate, got some work ahead of us to get you
up to tribe standards. Good, you're bonin' let me get you up like the ol' times"

He skinned my lid back and it sprang up as he nodded approval, then leaned
down and sucked my damp knob a couple times, then pulled off and held onto
it, "Hmm, awesome and really tasty. Looks like you're up a couple sizes too,
what are you, a 7 ½  - 8 now? You more'n likely still measure like I do"

"A little over 8 actually" I answered a little proudly

 His was hard now, curving up and he pressed it down so it boing up, "Ya, I
figured `cause I'm a little over 7 now but thicker"

"Yeah, I liked the feel of that thickness when I jerked you. Is that a tattoo on
it?" and I bent it down and it looked like the fingers of a hand grabbing it, so I
leaned down for an even closer look. "shit it is and it's a hand, right?"

"Oh yeah, it's jerking me off. It was quite a chore too, had to keep boned for
him to do it. Had to go back three times too. Mary , one of the maidens in our
tribe, sucked me up then the artist would start as she continued fondling
and tugging on my balls and when I'd start to wilt, Jake stepped over and I'd
suck him and when I wilted again I blew Woody. The tat artist said it was the
weirdest and wildest tat he ever did"

I laughed then returned his favour, bending down, slid his skin back and was
surprised there was a ring in the squirt hole, and looked up at him and he
shrugged, so I gave his bared tip a quick suck, a warm up. After being
introduced to the art of blowjobs, I had actually often thought about what his
would feel like on my tongue too.

"Hey, enough for now, back to you now big boy. I'd like to ride that big pony
of yours again too, but gotta save it for tonight's battle, and gotta dress you
up with some new underwear"

He went over to his drawer and withdrew scissors and portable trimmer,
had me stand by the bed, then rolled over his computer chair in front of me.

"Gotta get rid of that ugly bush. Remember when we first started blooming
and would show off our first curlies?" and he giggled as I joined in, "well gotta
shape them, we're the `Strykers' and the lightning strike is our tribe's symbol.
Hold your disgusting wang down while I make you a member of our team",
then giggled, "and I think the biggest 'member' too!"

That got me too as he clipped away the long curlies. It felt weird at first when
he started trimming and shaping but he was obviously experienced as he
trimmed around and I soon wilted as did he, but the cock ring held his balls
and drooper out. Neat

So that was my next piece of underwear, fitting one on me, and that felt really
strange let me tell you. My dick's a show-er, not a grow-er, so when it
deflates it just got soft, slightly thinner and only a half an inch or so shorter.

He tried some elastic ones and a couple steel ones and he seem to be having
some problems and grinned up at me, "Never done an XXXL before" and he
found one that was not too tight.

You may think a big schlong is great, and most times it makes me popular, but
sometimes it just a pain, always stuffing it in, and boning can be a challenge.
But it looked pretty wild now, my balls holding out my soft 7+",  and he ran his
palm out and down the sagging shaft and gave my pucker a pull.

Slowly he shook his head as he scratched his jaw, "You sure gonna be popular
with all the gay knights and may have to fight off the cunts too!"

He went over and grabbed a couple boxes and set then on the bed, grabbed a
few rings it looked like and stood in front of me, "Some regimental items.
These don't have to be pierced, they just pinch, great for visiting warriors"

He started with three rings on the side of my one ear, then two in the lobe of
the other, one on an eyebrow, two in one nostril, being nicely asymmetrical.
While he was dressing me, I reached down and pulled on his wobbling wang,
and he slapped my hand, "Don't molest the tailor, or you won't get anything
to eat for breakfast in bed tomorrow morning" and threw me a stern look, and
heart skipped a beat as I put my hands up in mock surrender.

When he bent his head down to do my nipples, I quickly put my hand on his
head and he jerked it, "Sorry, I thought you were going down on me" and now
I chuckled.

Got a swat on my flopper for that as he then pinched one on each nipple and
they were more than rings, they had tiny skulls on them. The navel one had a
tiny tongue on it.

Moving on down to the privates department, I figured he'd have fun down
there as he seated himself and lifted it up, moving his head around like he was
a doctor examining it, sliding the hoody back a couple times licking his lips.
I waved my forefinger back and forth, "Uh ah, nope. Remember the rules, no
licky da dicky till brecky, K?"

He started with my bag, putting 3 on the side above my nuts then stretched
the foreskin out and looked up at me questionly so I shrugged and nodded, I
mean what the hell, eh?

He pinched three onto it, then touched the tip slit and shook his head, "No can
do, since it's a pincher it could pull off in someone's mouth or ass" chuckle, "in
case you get lucky"

When he stood I modelled his work for him, exaggerating, holding my arms
out like a pixie, on my toes, turning, then hands behind my ears, showing
them off, then beside my nose, thumbs pressing out my nipples, spreading the
skin open around my navel, holding my wang up to show my balls off then
finally sliding the turtleneck back so the rings were down the side of my shaft.
I took a bow and he clapped, then said, "So much for the jewelry, let's clothe
you now"

He went over to a large wall cabinet, reached up and took a key off the top
and opened it.

Another jaw drop.  A bunch of stuff on hooks, some of which I recognized like
handcuffs, whips and leather bracelets, but the others, I don't know...

Of course he relished my surprise, "Wild eh? Recognize all the stuff", head
shake, "didn't expect you to. Some of it is personal body armour, some for
games and entertainment, others for punishment"

He pointed to the back of the door where there were drawings but also a few
photos, like one naked guy spread eagled, his hand and feet tied to posts,
blindfolded, a gag in his mouth while Snorre squeezed his boner, smiling and
another one blindfolded too, on his knees, hands tied behind his back sucking
off Thor!

My astonishment was noted as Thor chuckled, always chuckling it seems, and
said, "That's what happens if you lose, and don't worry we never do any
damage or cause too much pain unless they want it that is, as some do. Still
game?"

Fuck was I ever! Naked? Hard cocks? A bit of pain? Not bad, so I replied,
"Sure! Let the games begin!" and hit my chest in salute which caught him of
guard and he looked surprised, then saluted back with a pound, proudly
grinning like a twenty five cent whore.

There was a vertical file holder and he grabbed a file from it and I followed
him into the adjoining washroom where he explained, "These are temporary
tattoos we use for visitors" then sorted through them, picked several and set
then beside the sink.

I looked into the mirror and I certainly was transforming as he looked into to
it too, and, well, chuckled again, "You know if we painted a couple of eyes
above that wang of yours, it'd look like an elephant, that long drooping trunk
and your balls bunched up on each sides like puffed up jowls!"

Yep he was right so I laughed and bucked my hips, making my `trunk' flip up
and tried making the braying sound of an elephant. That made him bend over
laughing and he turned while bent over, slipped my trunk in his mouth, sucked
the pucker a couple times, them looked up, "That's how elephants kiss"

Okay already, okay, jeez like get me tailored up. You guys curious what I'm
gonna finally look like? Okay so far?

He was filling the sink and getting ready to put the transfers in when I heard
the cackle of an intercom, then, "Roland dear?  I've made some burgers for
you and Sandy, want to come down while they are still hot?"

Panic tore across my face as I looked down at my new 'underwear' and new
`trunk'.

`Chuckles' smiled, "Okay, Let's go!" motioning with his hand as he turned to
the door and I gaped at him, jaw down, panic stricken. He stopped then
turned, "Gotcha! I have a couple of the robes I wear when I'm going to the
`Play'. That's what she thinks I dress up for. Thank god she has never asked to
go. So just go along with any line I feed her, K?"

Whew, my heart slowed down, saved by the bel..., robe. He gave me a blue
one as he donned a purple one, regally tossing the one side over the other,
tied them, then smirked, "Purple is for royalty, you lowly knave"

What a fantasy eh? He did look like Mandrake the Magician as I nervously
followed him downstairs, hoping my elephant doesn't stick his trunk out and
up through the robe and bray again while I'm eating.

Tell you what, if you're interested in this fantasy battle and all the strange and
gory details, I'll carry on when we come back after eating if you want. Deal?

Kisses, DD


Dickydoo2@gmx.com

Oh and yeah, shoot some coin to Nifty if these stories get you up and goin', K?