Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 19:23:41 -0000
From: gabewallis@mailtor.net
Subject: Chance Encounter chapter 8

Usual disclaimer applies: This is a fictional story which contains
descriptions of sexual acts between men and boys, including some BDSM
themes. If this offends you, stop reading. If this is illegal to read where
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differentiate between fantasy and reality, stop reading and seek therapy.

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I untangled myself from Riley to go check on the little slut tied up in my
dungeon. He'd probably been there for about half an hour now – far
longer than I'd intended to leave him there – but he was fine. There
were tears running down his face but when I untied him I noticed his dick
was hard.

"You're going to keep those in for now," I said, tapping his butt plug and
cock gag. He nodded at me, unable to make a sound through his gag but
grinning. "I want to help you and Riley make each other feel good." I led
him through to my bedroom where Riley was still napping on the bed. "Play
with his dick."

Joey did as he was told, lying down next to Riley and rolling his hairless
preteen cock around in his fingers. It slowly stiffened. Riley's eyes
opened slowly, and he grinned at me. Joey shifted his weight around to a
more comfortable position and slipped his other hand between Riley's legs
to massage his perineum and play with his butt plug. Riley gasped,
thrusting his hips into his friend's hand. It wasn't long before he came,
and I motioned to Joey to stop.

"Riley, suck Joey." Riley did as he was told immediately. I adjusted my
dick in my pants... this was too hot. I'd barely known these boys any time
at all but they were both already such submissive little bitches.

Joey wriggled around a lot as my slave sucked him off. He convulsed in
pleasure and pain as Riley slowly fucked him with the butt plug. Just as
the blond boy was getting close, Riley let his cock fall out of his mouth
and kissed his way up Joey's chest. Joey gave Riley an pleading stare and
moved his hands down to his dick. Quick as a flash, I moved behind him and
held his arms out of the way. Riley winked at me and kept kissing Joey's
chest, sucking each nipple in turn before moving back to his dick. Joey's
thrashing intensified as Riley took him back into his mouth, but his
pleasure was short-lived: after less than a minute, Riley moved downwards,
kissing every inch of the boy's hairless legs.

Joey moaned indignantly. I grabbed his nipple and twisted it round, and he
moaned again, this time in pain. "Keep quiet, slut. You'll cum when we let
you cum." He turned around and gave me an angry look, but didn't make any
more sounds.

Again and again, Riley went back to Joey's dick, only to let go just as he
was approaching orgasm. After five or more times, he finally let him cum. I
was glad I was holding him down as he came – his entire body shuddered
and shook for at least ten seconds before he was finally still.

I let him rest for a few seconds before taking out his gag and the
plug. "That was SO GOOD!" he grinned, giving Riley a big hug.

Riley gave him a weak smile and hugged him back briefly before retreating,
looking sad. "Sir, can I just stay here tonight? I don't want to go
home..."

I helped Joey to his feet before turning back to Riley. "I'm sorry,
buddy..." I said softly, scooping him up in my arms. "I'd love that too,
but I have to get you home. I don't want your mom asking any awkward
questions."

He sighed and rested his head against my neck. "I know..."

"C'mon, we've still got an hour before Joey has to go home. Let's have some
fun together before we worry about heading back." I carried him through to
the sitting room and sat down on the sofa, while he rested on my lap. Joey
followed us and picked his briefs up off of the floor.

"Sir?" he asked. "Can I put these on please? It feels weird being naked."

"Hmm..." I said. "If you do you'll be punished severely next time I see
you."

He grinned and slipped them on, sitting down on the sofa beside me and
Riley. I put one arm around his shoulder and the other on Riley's tummy
with my hand resting on his boy balls. "Would you boys like to watch TV for
a bit?" I asked, giving both of them a gentle squeeze.

"No..." said Riley. His voice sounded choked with tears and I knew we'd
have to discuss his problem before he went home. "Can we just stay like
this? It's really nice."

"Sure thing," I said, kissing his neck. I loved the way he purred whenever
I did that... it was a sound of total contentment. Joey turned to Riley and
kissed his neck too. Riley gave a little start but turned and kissed his
friend full on the lips. They made out like that for a little while, arms
all over each other. As they kissed, Riley moved around a lot, grinding on
my dick.

"Sir..." said Riley coyly. "Is your willy hard?"

I gave Riley's own dick a little squeeze. "What do you think, buddy?"

He grinned and slid off my lap, kneeling down in front of me. He undid my
pants and started kissing my dick. "C'mon, help me!" he said to Joey, who
also got down on his knees. The boys continued their makeout session around
my dick, taking turns lapping up precum. It honestly looked like they were
sharing an ice cream... a long, fleshy ice cream. Riley darted down to my
balls and worked them over with his tongue while Joey took care of my
dick. I ran my hands through their hair, tugging at it gently.

"Don't stop," I moaned. "Don't you fucking dare stop."

They didn't. Riley started to lick down between my legs. I moved them apart
to give him access to my taint. He was slurping at it noisily, his warm wet
tongue tickling my perineum. I lifted myself up to let him keep going
backwards, until he was rimming me. While this was going on, Joey had been
licking and kissing the head of my dick. He wrinkled his nose as precum
leaked into his mouth, but he didn't stop.

After a few minutes of this, I couldn't take any more and grabbed Joey's
head, pushing my dick further in. He relaxed to let me fuck his mouth for a
while, tongue licking at the base of my dick. The best orgasm of my life
started building in my balls. I tightened my grip on Joey's hair and let
spurt after spurt of cum fill his mouth. The eager little cocksucker did
his best to swallow it all, but some of it spilled out onto his face and
chest. Riley tore himself away from my asshole and licked it off of his
friend, grinning.

After my orgasm was over, I fell back onto the sofa. The boys both snuggled
up to me and kissed my chest. We lay like that until it was time for Joey
to get dressed and leave. Just as he was about to walk out of the door, I
gave his butt a few good hard spanks. "Something for you to remember me by,
little slut."

He grinned at me, rubbing his sore ass. "Thank you, sir." With that, he
walked out of the hall down to the elevator.

I turned back to Riley, who was sitting on the sofa. "Riley..." I said,
still not sure how to deal with his problem. "We really need to talk."

"No!" he said quickly. "No, I don't want to!" His voice had an insistent,
whiny tone to it. "Please, don't make me talk about it!"

I put an arm around him. "We have to talk about this, buddy. I want to know
who's hurting you so I can make them stop."

He looked up at me, the ghost of a smile flickering in those big brown
eyes. "Well you hurt me too!"

"That's... well, that's different. Isn't it? I mean... I'd never give you
anything you couldn't handle." Now he pointed it out, I wasn't sure. What
if I was subconsciously pressuring him into this? What if he didn't REALLY
like being my slave?

"Yeah, well I can take it. Okay? I can take it from you and I can take it
from Rob!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he gasped and
covered his face. "No! Fuck, can we not talk about this now?"

I pulled him in tight to myself and planted a kiss on top of his
head. "Who's Rob, Riley?"

He sighed and let me hold him. "He's... he's my mom's boyfriend. He lives
with us sometimes, when they're not fighting. He drinks a lot and he
doesn't really mean it and he's so nice when he's sober and- and-" he broke
down and started sobbing into my shoulder. "Please don't tell anyone,
Master. Please! I'll do anything!"

I ran my hands up and down his back for a while, feeling him shiver. "Are
you cold?" I asked.

He looked up at me, eyes frantic. "What? No. Just don't tell anyone! I
don't want to go into care, I want to stay with Mom!"

"Does she know about Rob?" I asked.

He nodded, bottom lip quivering. "She says I should stop antagonizing
him. She... she says I deserve it."

"Oh, buddy..." I whispered, kissing his cheek. "That's not true at
all. You're an amazing person and you should only be hurt when you want to
be. Or when I want you to be." I gave him a smile to let him know the last
part was a joke – mostly – and he smiled back.

"Yeah but Master, I can't go into care! I wouldn't be able to see you!
You're, um..." he looked away sheepishly, blinking back his tears. "You're
the best thing in my life right now."

"We'd be able to sort something out, Riley. I love spending time with you
but right now your safety is more important."

He pouted at me. "Really, sir?"

I kissed him. "Really. I care about you, and I'm going to make things
okay. Nobody hurts you without my permission." He smiled at that, and I
gently lifted him off my knee. "Why don't you watch TV for a bit while I
make some calls?"

"What?!" he asked, looking panicked. "Don't tell the police! Rob said
they'd come and take me away and- and-"

I kissed him again, and started stroking his hair. "Don't worry, buddy. I'm
just calling a friend. He works in social services, he'll be able to sort
something out. No police, I promise."

He bit his lip. "Okay..." he said, not sounding convinced. He turned the TV
on, staring blankly at the wall while a re-run of The Simpsons played.

I hurried off to my bedroom and selected John on speed dial. After the
second ring, someone picked up, but it wasn't John. A sweet, high voice was
panting and moaning down the phone at me while a deeper voice was
grunting. "H- hi?" said the higher voice between moans. This must be John's
boy. My dick was instantly rock solid.

"Uh, hi. Could I talk to-" I was interrupted by the sound of a young boy
orgasming. When he was done, I cleared my throat and tried again. "Uh,
could I talk to John?"

"S-sir?" said the boy, clearly still being fucked. "He wants to – oh
fuck yeah! – he wants to talk to you."

"Tell him I'm busy, slut," came John's gruff voice.

"He- he's busy," whimpered the boy.

"This is urgent," I said. "Give him the fucking phone."

The was some commotion and the sound of somebody being slapped. Several
seconds later, I heard John's voice through the speakers. "Hey Dan, sorry
about that. I was, ah... busy. He's a good fuck, you should try him
sometime."

I gulped. "Can you just be serious for a second? I need to talk about
Riley."

He laughed. "Is he giving you trouble? Want me to come over and teach him
some manners?"

"No! For fuck's sake, just listen. He's having trouble at home. Would you
be able to pull some strings to help him get somewhere safe? Preferably
somewhere he can still see me whenever he wants."

"Hmm..." said John. "So you're asking me to – suck boy, dammit! –
sorry. So you're asking me to get him moved in with you?"

I blinked. I hadn't thought of that. It worked: Riley wanted to be able to
see me often, and he'd be safe if he was with me. He'd even be able to see
his mom if he missed her. "I, uh... sure! I mean, I'll have to clear it
with him, but-"

John laughed loudly, cutting me off. "He's your slave. Don't ask him what
he wants, TELL him what he wants."

I sighed. John could be a bit full-on with boys. In fact, it was starting
to worry me – I didn't want him to be around Riley unsupervised. Though
on the other hand that could be really hot... "I'll check with him and let
you know, okay? When's the earliest you can get him away from his mom?"

"It'll take about a week. I need to call in some favors. Oh fuck yeah, I'm
cumming!" There was a muffled gagging sound as John presumably shot his
load down his boy's throat. "Oh yeah... that was good. The little slut
learns fast. I've only had to give him three spankings today. Isn't that
right, whore?"

"Y-yes sir," said the boy, sounding a little less enthusiastic now.

"I, uh... that's great," I said, hoping the boy was okay. "I'll text you
about Riley once I've spoken to him, okay?"

"Mhm," said John. "If I do this for you I hope I get to use his cunt."

"Sure thing," I said, hanging up. I sighed. John could be hard to deal
with, but now I was fucking Riley I needed him. Hopefully Riley would
understand.

I walked back through to the sitting room. The Simpsons was still playing
on TV, but Riley had curled into a ball on the sofa and was crying. He
looked up as I sat down next to him, face beet red. "Hey sir," he
whispered. His voice sounded hoarse.

"Hey," I said back, stroking his shoulder. "I just spoke to my friend in
social services. He can get you away from Rob, but-"

He burst into a fresh wave of tears. "But I can't see you again?"

I shook my head. "He can actually get you to live here. I mean, only if you
want to... it's kinda sudden and I'd get if you want to-"

He wrapped his arms around me, screaming. "Yes! Yes! I'd love to live
here!"

I hugged him back, leaning down and kissing him full on the mouth. "Good!"
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled my naked slave onto my lap,
stroking his back. He was calming down, but still crying softly.

"I..." he whispered, lifting his head up to look at me. "I love you, sir."

I gave him a squeeze and kissed his forehead. "I love you too, buddy."

We sat like that for a while longer, master and slave. The only sound was
Riley's slowly-subsiding sobs, which gradually turned into snores as he
dozed off. He'd had an exhausting weekend. I considered waking him, but let
him sleep a little longer: it was only going to get more intense for him
when he moved in with me.