Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2021 00:40:35 -0400 From: Just Forfun Subject: Submitting to Jesse 1 This story is fiction and fantasy. It involves sex between a fictional teen boy and an adult man. If reading this offends you, why are you here? If it is illegal where you are, don't read it!!! Feedback and suggestions are welcome at jst4fun2nyt@gmail.com Don't forget to DONATE to NIFTY so you can continue to enjoy. https://donate.nifty.org/ ***************************************************************************** I'd known Jesse since he was 6 he lived across the street and would catch lightening bugs in our yard because it was twice as big as his. When he was 8 he came running over to show me his Cub Scout uniform and I helped him do some of his achievements. When he was 10 he asked me to help him build a bird house for his mom. Last December, when he turned 13 he shoveled my driveway before I woke one morning and left a note saying he'd collect later. He seemed to have forgotten because it was now June and I still hadn't paid him. School ended last week and I would sit at my window and watch him riding his bike in shorts, no shirt, no helmet. They call it 'free range' parenting, and in our neighborhood, everyone watched out for the kids but no one was nosy. I was in my chair watching this morning and I saw him riding back and forth always turning around just as he was about to go out of my sight. I started to believe he was putting on a show for me but he couldn't be, could he? I was about to go get a water when he turned into my driveway and rode up to the garage door. He was out of my sight for a few seconds then I saw him coming up the walk so I went to the door. "What's up buddy?" "Tire's goin flat, can I use your air?" "Sure, hang on, I'll come out." So headed downstairs and out through the garage. "You know where things are, you want some water?" "Yeah. I'll go turn the compressor on." I went back upstairs to get him a cold bottle of water and when I came back down he was standing there with a grin on his face. "Here ya go, need anything else?" "Yeah, I need you to come in here." as he opened the door to my 'playroom'. I'd discovered BDSM a few years ago and had quietly built a room in my basement where I could enjoy my kinks. I had a twin bed with eye hooks to attach restraints, a sex swing hanging from the ceiling, all my restraints and flogs hanging on the wall, and a variety of dildos and butt plugs sitting on a stand by the bed. He walked in and pointed to the floor in front of him. "Time to pay me for shoveling your snow." I was stunned. How did he know about this room? I always kept it latched whenever he was working in my wood shop with me. I never suspected he would snoop but he must have looked in one time I went to get us waters. Even more stunning, was he serious? Did he think he could just walk into my playroom and take over? He was still standing there looking serious, not angry, just firm. Looking at him with his trim hairless body my cock started to fill (traitor) and I saw him glance down as my loose shorts tented, then he grinned "I said time to pay. On your knees, now." He wasn't shouting like some idiot that thought control is all about being an asshole. He wasn't cussing either, just giving firm clear commands, and his attitude combined with his body was having an effect on me. He stood waiting, like waiting for a disobedient dog to come when he knows he's in trouble. I saw his eyebrow twitch like he was saying 'last chance' and I broke. I fell to my knees in front of him and put my eyes to the floor. "I thought so. When I found this room last winter, I just knew you liked to be controlled, tied up, spanked. Am I wrong?" "no" I whispered. "Speak up boy." "No" "When we're in this room you will address me as Sir or Master, is that clear?" "Yes Sir." What was I doing? He's five foot nothing, 95 lbs of pubescent boy. I bet he doesn't have a freaking pube yet. He slowly walked around me, looking me up and down. "Not much to look at, are you boy?" "No Sir." how did he know I liked to be humiliated? "Stand and strip, you will strip at that door from now on, understood?" "Yes Sir" as I stood and removed my shorts and tee shirt. I paused, did he mean everything? It didn't take another second to get an answer as he swatted my ass with a riding crop. I removed my boxer briefs and covered myself. "Did I tell you to cover up?" "No Sir." dropping my hands to my sides. He casually walked around the room, picking up various restraints and dildos then I saw him smile as he reached for a paddle I'd made a few months back. It was razor thin and about 2" wide. He slapped his hand with it and turning to me said "This will do, bend over the bed." I did as I was told and he used my leather restraints to attach my hands to the bedposts. Then he walked to my side and started to gently slap my ass with the paddle. Short, rapid swats, hitting a different spot every time. My cheeks were burning and my cock was leaking into the bed as he continued to spank my ass. He stopped from time to time, rubbing his hand over my cheeks and spreading them, looking at my hole. I saw him grab a bottle of lube off the table and then felt the cold liquid dripping between my cheeks. The next thing I knew, he was sliding a finger in my ass, working it around my hole as he asked "You like this boy?" "Yes Sir" is all I could say through the moans, as he finger-fucked me. He slipped a second finger in for a while, then a third. I hoped I was clean enough that he wouldn't be upset. He stopped, and I heard the cloth as he undressed, then felt his hand slide up my back and when I opened my eyes, he was standing by my head. I was looking at the most beautiful boy cock I had ever dreamed of. Like I thought, totally hairless 5" with a nice cut head standing straight out from his body over acorn size balls. "Open up." He commanded, as he leaned close to my mouth. I was in heaven as he shoved it all into my mouth and proceeded to fuck my face. I did my best to work my tongue around it, trying to give him as much pleasure as I could, hoping to taste anything that would come out of it. His pace increased and I saw his balls draw up tight, then he shoved it deep into my mouth and I felt it pulse. I felt two jets hit the back of my throat, but he was deep enough I didn't get to taste the boy cum he shot down my throat. When he pulled out I took a last lick and got a small taste of his sweet cum, then he undid the restraints and ordered me to kneel. When I did, he said "You can try to cum before I'm done. If you don't, you don't cum until I come back." I didn't know what he meant at first, but then I felt the first jet of his boy piss hit my face. I grabbed my cock and started jerking furiously as he pissed on my face and chest. He had me so turned on, I was cumming long before he was done soaking my body and hair with his scent. "Fucking pathetic, aren't you?" He said, as he shook the last drops of piss from his cock. "Lick it clean." I leaned forward and licked the last drop off the tip of his cock. I didn't move as he got dressed. He walked to the table and handed me the chastity cage. "Put it on and give me the key." I locked myself up and handed him the key, thrilled that it meant he'd come back, and afraid that he would have a change of heart and I'd be stuck in the cage forever. "I'll be back tomorrow. Have your ass cleaned out for me boy. You're mine, unless you don't want to be? This is your chance. Reach out for the key and we're done." He said, holding the key out in front of me. I looked at the key, then to his face, then dropped my eyes to the floor and held still. "Good boy. Go shower, I'll be back tomorrow after lunch. I'll knock, then I'll meet you down here, understood?" "Yes Sir" is all I could say as he turned his back to me and walked out. What did I just get myself into?