Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2021 22:54:45 +0000
From: Vance Von Jungsburg <vereinington@protonmail.com>
Subject: Chains (Gay/Adult-Youth)

CHAINS

by Vance Von Jungsburg

Dear Liam,

I'm writing this letter to my future self so you never forget how you
felt today. In fact, it might be the greatest day of your life, so this
is to remind you when you're old of how it happened.

It had to be the chains. Normally I wouldn't have let a man suck my
penis, or put his finger up my butt, but when Mark hung those chains
around my neck and waist I became a different person - like a sexy
barbarian boy.  At that moment I felt like I wanted someone to look at my
body and touch it and do sexy things to me.

The chains were just cheap plastic. They were shiny gold and looked like
metal. You could buy them off a big spool at Home Depot. But once they
were on me, I was transformed like they were magic.  Mark probably knew
they would do that to me. He seemed to know a lot of things about the
human body. Even now, two hours after I took the chains off, I feel
different. Maybe it was because I had sex, or maybe it was because of the
magic chains. Before this, I felt like a little kid, even though I just
turned 13 last month. But now I feel like a man.

***

I took a break from writing myself the letter. My dick began to grow hard
when I thought about Thursday, two days from today. I'd be going over to
Mark's studio again. How was I going to wait for two whole days? I went
into the bathroom and jerked off, imagining Mark's mouth on my dick,
sucking and licking it like he did this afternoon. When I came I
envisioned my jizz shooting down his throat, just like this afternoon.

"Liam?" It was my mom calling from downstairs. She was home from work. I
flushed and went down to the kitchen.

"How was your sitting with Mr. Kendall?" my mom asked.

"Good." That's all I said.

"I look forward to seeing the painting when its finished," she said.
"It's flattering that such a famous artist is putting you in one of his
paintings." To me it sounded like my mom was the one who was flattered.
She couldn't stop bragging to everyone about it.

"Did you hear that Liam is sitting for Mark Kendall?" She'd tell people.
"He's doing a book cover and he needed a boy to model for one of his
paintings."

I think my mom had a little crush on Mark. Maybe not a love crush, but
the kind of crush you get when you meet someone famous. But I knew she
had no chance with him. Mark liked dicks.

Mom said Mark was famous, but I only ever heard of him two weeks ago,
when she told me we had a famous artist living behind us. We rented this
house in Kinderhook a month ago, and it backed up to a little farm with a
cottage and a barn and a silo. One of the neighbors told Mom that a
famous artist lived at the little farm, so we googled him.

His art was cool. He painted barbarians and ladies that were almost
naked, just wearing tiny little metal bikinis that covered their
privates. Sometimes they had little metal bras on that barely covered
their nipples, and sometimes they were topless, with big round white
boobs. I felt myself boning up looking at his art.

"Check out at all the books about him," mom said as she scrolled through
a list on Amazon. She ordered a big paperback of his art. "Maybe I can
get him to autograph it sometime," she said, but not to me. She was just
talking to herself.

After Amazon delivered the book, mom spent a lot of time on our back
porch looking over the low fence toward Mark Kendall's farm.

"Hellooo..." I heard mom call one day after she got home from work. I
looked out my bedroom window and saw her talking to a man over the fence.
I knew who he was.

"Liam!" my mom called. "Come out and meet Mr. Kendall."

I accidentally slammed the screen door when I went out back The famous
artist looked me up and down, like he was inspecting me. I guess that's
how artists look at people. The artist was wearing a tight black t-shirt
and I could see he was muscular, like one of the barbarians he painted.

"Liam, this is Mr. Kendall. When I told him I had a son, he said he
wanted to meet you," mom explained to me.

"Hi Liam!" Mr. Kendall looked happy. "Yes, I've been doing some
illustrations with young kids in them, so I guess you could say I've got
kids on my brain," he said.

"Oh," my mom said. She sounded interested. "What are the illustrations
for?"

"They're going to be book covers for a series of young adult novels.
Sword and sorcery stories, but with uplifting messages to build kids'
character,"  he answered. I didn't exactly know what that meant.

Mr. Kendall looked at me again, the same way he looked at me when I came
out the back door, like he was taking a picture with his memory.

"Liam looks like the right age and physical type for my project," Mr.
Kendall said. "Would you ever consider letting him sit for me?"

"Oh!" My mom sounded surprised, but in a happy way. "What does that
involve?"

"I'll have you and Liam over to my studio," Mr. Kendall said. "It will
take about two hours because I have to get the lighting and costuming
right. I'll instruct Liam in how to position himself, and I'll do
sketches and take photos of him in various poses and outfits."

"I'll tell you what," my mom said. "If you sign my book of your art,
we'll do it."

"Of course!" Mr. Kendall answered.

That Saturday mom and I went to Mr. Kendall's house. Even though the back
of his property touched ours, we had to go all the way around the block
to the front of his house.  He led us out back and into the barn.

I called it a barn, but it only looked like a barn on the outside. Inside
was all flat and white, with big windows that looked over a small grassy
yard. There was a thing like a little stage in the middle of the room,
with some big lights on stands.

"Would you guys like something to drink? Water, Juice?" Mr. Kendall
asked.

"I'm fine," my mom said.

"I'd like a juice," I answered. Mom shot me a dirty look when Mr. Kendall
stepped out to get the drink.

Mr. Kendall returned with a glass of apple juice. "Okay, Liam. Your book
cover is about a young boy who will grow up to be a famous warrior in a
fantastic world with dragons and ogres. So I need to decide what a young
barbarian would look like." He went over to a high counter that had
clothes stacked on it in neat square piles and began pulling things out.
He turned to me holding some clothing that was brown and dull green.

"Will you put these on? You can change in the powder room."

He saw the confused look on my face. "Er... the bathroom. Over there." He
pointed to a door.

Inside the "powder room" I had a chance to inspect my outfit: light green
tights, like LInk from Zelda, a brown top thing like a short dress, a
dark brown leather belt and some short boots that were rolled down at the
top. I put the costume on and inspected myself in the long mirror. I
looked pretty good. My shaggy hair fell over my forehead and almost
covered my eyes. I guess a barbarian boy would have hair like that. The
tights showed off the bulges of my calf and thigh muscles and the
sleeveless top made my shoulders look square and wide. These clothes were
sexy. I felt myself boning up and was glad the shirt thing was long
enough to cover it.

I stepped out of the bathroom.

"Oh, my" my mother said, like she was impressed. "Look at my little
barbarian." I felt embarrassed that she said that in front of Mr,
Kendall, but he didn't react.

"Are you wearing your boxers under those?" mom said, pointing to my
tights.

"Yeah. Why?" I shrugged.

"They kind of make you look... lumpy," she answered.

"Yes," Mr. Kendall said. "It would probably look better without them."

I want back in the bathroom and removed my underwear. When I put the
tights back on I felt extra sexy. My penis grew longer and harder - I
could see its shape right through the thin fabric of the tights. I had to
wait a couple minutes before I left the bathroom.

Mr. Kendall put some gold arm bands on me and tied wide leather bracelet
things onto my wrists. He handed me a spear.

"Get up on the platform and we'll start," he said.

To be honest, the next two hours were sort of boring.  Mr. Kendall would
tell me how to stand or sit, and move lights around, then sketch and take
pictures with his iPhone. He'd tell me that by bending my leg in a
certain way I was highlighting the flexor muscle, or by holding my arm up
and out I was displaying a contracted deltoid.

During the modelling session I changed my costume two more times.  The
second outfit was a fur tunic (that's what Mr. Kendall called it) with
sandals that went almost as high as my knees. I was glad the tunic went
halfway down my thighs because I was wearing these little leather shorts
that were tight and short. But on the third costume change Mr. Kendall
told me I'd be wearing the shorts and some lace-up leather boots and
nothing else.

I think Mr. Kendall could see the panic on my face when he told me what
I'd be wearing. "You know, boys your age in Germanic or Saxon tribes
actually went around naked - it wasn't until they were initiated into
adulthood that they began wearing clothes," he said. "Be glad I'm not
going for authenticity."

My mom laughed at his joke but I felt awkward.

Standing on the pedestal with just the tiny leather underwear and the
long boots wasn't as bad as I thought - in fact, it made me feel sexier
than the tights. I was boning up but the leather shorts were so snug that
it really didn't have any room to grow. When the session was finally
over, I went to the bathroom to change. After I took off the tight
shorts, my boner felt so free it just popped up. I was so turned on I
jerked off at lightning speed - I didn't want to be in the bathroom too
long or the adults would start wondering what I was up to.

When I was back in my own clothes, Mr. Kendall showed me and mom the
sketches he'd been making. Some were really rough - just a few scratchy
lines - but you could tell it was me.  A couple of the drawings were more
finished. I felt proud looking at myself in the pictures. I thought to
myself, "Do I really look like that?" Mr. Kendall had drawn me almost
like my skin was transparent - you could see the muscles of my arms, legs
and body. It made me look strong and aggressive.

"Would it be possible for you and Liam to come back on Tuesday?" Mr.
Kendall asked mom. "He's done such a good job that I want to try him out
for some other book covers."

"Oh..." my mom said. "Unfortunately I have to work on Tuesday."

"I can come over by myself!" I jumped in. "It's just next door."  The
truth was, I enjoyed the modelling. It made me feel sexy. I remember when
I was 11 years old and joined the village LaCrosse league. They made us
buy jock straps and cups. The first time I put the jock strap on in my
room and looked at myself in the mirror I got really horny - I thought I
looked like some sexy young superhero. I pinned a large bath towel around
my neck like a cape and danced in front of the mirror. My dick was hard
but didn't know what to do with it quite yet. That would come a year
later when I found porn online and started jerking it.

My mom agreed that I could come over alone on Tuesday. I think she was
hoping it would help her make better friends with the famous artist.

Three days later I walked over to the Kendall house.  When we arranged
the modelling session on Saturday Mr. Kendall had told me to come right
to the studio, but when I got there I got a shock because I walked in on
Mr. Kendall doing drawings of a topless woman on the pedestal.

I felt like I should sneak back out but Mr. Kendall saw me and said
"Hello, Liam."

I tried not to stare at the lady's big round white breasts when I said
hello, but I got enough a look to notice that they were the same boobs in
many of Mr. Kendall's paintings. I started to bone up and was glad I was
wearing my loose basketball shorts.

Mr. Kendall said "I'm just finishing up with Christina. Have a seat and
I'll be ready for you in about five minutes.

I sat down on the leather couch that faced the model pedestal and crossed
my legs. Christina was wearing a little fur skirt and nothing else except
a big gold necklace. I had the strong urge to get up on the pedestal and
lick her nipples but that was just fantasy.

After a couple minutes Christina put on a robe and left the studio.

"Once again, thank you for modelling, Liam," Mr. Kendall said to me.
"Today I want to work on drawings and poses for a book cover about a
barbarian boy who's captured and turned into a Roman slave."

That sounded kind of cool to me.

Mr. Kendall went over to the counter with the stacks of clothing and
pulled something off a pile and turned to me.

"Our slave boy is named 'Nicabar' by his master, which means stealthy,
because he keeps trying to escape."

I nodded.

"The garment of a Roman slave boy was generally minimal..." Mr. Kendall
held out a little brown leather thing - I couldn't make out what it was
until he unfolded it and held it in front of me. It looked like a bikini
bottom from a lady's swim suit, with a little pouch and leather strings.

I could tell Mr. Kendall sensed my surprise.

"Look, Liam. I understand that this might seem a little embarrassing, but
I'm going for authenticity on this cover."

I had already made my mind up that I wanted to wear the little bikini
thing. I had the same feeling I had when I was 11 and got my first jock
strap. I wanted to know what it felt like to wear such a sexy thing.

"I understand, Mr. Kendall. I'll put it on," I said.

"Fantastic," Mr. Kendall said. "You're a trooper. And call me Mark. Mr.
Kendall is my father."

"Okay, Mark." I took the leather underwear and went to change.

Inside the bathroom I undressed and looked at my naked body in the
mirror. I thought I looked alright - my muscles weren't as big as I would
have wished, but I didn't look like a skinny scarecrow like my friend
Justin. My pecs were barely visible, but I could see a faint six pack and
flat lower stomach. My new patch of hair was small enough that the little
leather panties would barely cover it and my penis and balls - Mark would
be able to see everything else.

It took me a little work to get the thing on. I had to tie it on both
sides of my waist. The little leather pouch barely covered my junk.

I stepped out of the bathroom feeling brave and noticed Mark had put a
low wooden bed covered in furs on the modelling platform. It seemed like
how I imagined a Roman bed.

Mark looked at me. "Perfect," he said. "Please lie down on the bed on
your left side and look towards me."

I did as he told me.

"Pull your right leg up a little and stretch out your left leg. That's
good," Mark said. "Now prop up your head with your left hand."

Mark stood up to fetch something. When he came back he was carrying
chains. At first I thought he was going to chain me up, but he just hung
them over my body and wrapped them around my arms and neck. They were
just light plastic but looked like metal.

Lying on the furs wearing the leather bikini and the chains was making me
horny. I thought back to Christina, who had been on this pedestal ten
minutes ago. I wondered if posing made her horny too. I felt my dick
start to grow, and had to use all of my concentration to keep it down.

Mark was sketching and directing me in how to lie and hold my body.

"Get up on your knees," he told me. I knelt facing Mark.

"I think we need to tighten up your codpiece."

Mark reached over and untied one of the leather laces. The feeling of his
warm hand on my waist caused me to shiver, but in a good way, not like I
was scared. For a quick moment, Mark spread the laces apart. I knew he
could see my penis and pubic hair, but then he tied a tight bow. Flashing
my dick at Mark made me feel sexy - I knew it was weird to feel that way
but I started to bone up again.

Mark surprised me by moving to my other side and untying the laces. I
felt panicked because he would be able to see that I was hard but I
didn't have time to come up with a plan. Mark pulled the laces apart and
I was busted.  My hard dick sprang up with a bounce.

"I see you're taking your slave boy part seriously," Mark said. "Young
males from barbarian tribes who were captured often became the sexual
partners of their Roman masters. In fact, the Romans had a saying: a
woman for babies and a boy for fun."

Mark stood there holding the laces wide apart. I didn't feel embarrassed
that my boner was exposed - I felt sexy.

"As an artist, I have a keen appreciation for beauty," Mark said. "And
your penis is quite exceptional."

I gasped as Mark took my dick in his hand - his warm palm felt amazing as
it rubbed the underside of my penis. With his other hand he undid the
laces on the other side of my body, and the leather panties dropped to my
feet.

Mark kept stroking my dick. His other hand began to rub my bottom softly.

When I was in second grade we had a lady come into class and talk about
"good touch, bad touch." I knew that Mark was definitely doing a "bad
touch," but it felt so good. Like so many things I had been told growing
up, I felt like I had been lied to.  This was really the "good touch."
In fact, I couldn't think of anything I'd ever felt better than this. I
pushed my penis harder into Marks palm and looked down at my body. Aside
from the plastic chains that hung down over my chest and stomach I was
naked.

"Lean down on your elbows," Mark told me. I was disappointed when he let
go of my penis, but I did as I was told.  I hunched down with my knees
and elbows on the pedestal and my butt in the air.  From behind, Mark
began rubbing my ass crack and balls. I jumped with shock when I felt
something warm and wet on my asshole - I knew it was Mark's mouth and
tongue. I was glad I'd showered before I came over to pose. I was sure my
asshole was pretty clean. I wouldn't want Mark to have to taste anything
gross down there.

I was surprised at how good it felt to have my asshole licked. I knew gay
guys had sex in their butts, and I'd seen ladies getting anal in online
porn videos, but I'd never stopped to think that the butt could be
pleasurable and sexy. I knelt there for long enough that my knees were
getting sore, but I didn't want Mark to stop. This is what barbarian
slave boys experienced, and I was a barbarian boy.

After several minutes Mark grabbed my hips and turned me over. I looked
down my naked body laying in the furs with the chains across my
mid-section and wide open legs to see Mark take my hard penis in his
hand. I knew what was coming. I thrust my butt up to let him know it was
okay.  Mark started licking the head of my dick, then put it in his mouth
and swallowed it all the way until his nose was pressed against my pubes.
The sensation of having my cock down the warm, tight tunnel of Mark's
throat was almost too much for me. I felt the sperm building up in my
balls.  Mark took my cock out of his mouth.

"Woah, we don't want the fun to be over that fast, do we barbarian boy?"
Mark said. He held my hard straight cock as it twitched. I tried to hold
it in like I held in pee when I had to go. Some jizz dribbled out the end
of my dick, but I didn't cum.  Mark gently licked it off the tip of my
penis like it was a lollypop, then began rubbing my balls and the area
underneath them.

I could feel his finger exploring my crack, which was still wet from when
he was licking it. His finger went inside me - he moved it around a bit
and then it felt really good, like he'd pressed some sort of button. My
cock started bouncing. Mark put it in his mouth and used his tongue to
gently stimulate the tip of my cock. The feeling of an orgasm developing
deep in my lower body started to grow, and became intense - I felt
desperate to cum. I put my hands on Mark's head and pushed as deep into
him as I could, and then I exploded. Mark kept his mouth clamped onto my
penis as I shot wave after wave of jizz down his throat. It was the most
intense orgasm I had ever had and my body was literally shaking after it
was over. Then I just felt tired and content, laying on the furs naked
except for my chains.

Mark caressed my lower stomach. "Was that OK?"

I wanted to scream that it was the most awesome thing that had ever
happened to me, but I just whispered "yeah."

"Don't move," Mark said. He picked up his sketchpad and started drawing,
then showed me his work. It was a portrait of me, lying naked in the
chains, with my soft wet cock lying on my stomach. It made me look super
sexy, and I actually started to bone up again looking at it.

"Can I come over and model again?" I asked.

Mark didn't look surprised at all. "Of course.  How about Thursday?"

***
I got back to writing my letter to myself:

I have to wait a whole two days to see Mark again. I guess I'm gay now,
but I still like titties and pussies. So that makes me... Bi? I never
thought about it until now, but I think I want to see Mark naked.  He's
muscly like the warriors he paints, and I wonder how big his dick is.
Would it be weird to ask him to get naked? I'm going to be brave and ask
him on Thursday.  Thursday!  So many fuckin' days away! Ok. I gotta end
this and go jerk off.

Your friend from the past,

Liam