Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2019 11:05:20 +0000 From: Pup Poka Subject: The Puppeteer - Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teenage pups. Please send any comments to backbenchbob@outlook.com. And please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay - Adult-Youth: M+/t+ oral anal - - - - - The Puppeteer - Part 1 My first encounter with The Puppeteer was at the age of 16. I was hitching home from school and got picked up by an old guy. He was probably about 40 to 45 years old. We chatted as we headed to Alford, which was about 20 miles away. 'Did you miss the school bus?' he asked. 'A lot of boys from your school hitch this road, and they always get picked up by chaps like me.' 'Yes,' I replied. 'I missed it by just a few minutes, so I decided to hitch a ride. It's my first time.' The man was very chatty, and kept touching my thigh as he made a point about something or other. After a while, he just left his hand on my thigh. 'You don't mind me touching you up?' he asked, as he gently squeezed my thigh. 'In exchange for a ride to Alford.' 'No-o-o,' I replied, nervously. 'It's standard practice out here,' he said, smiling. 'It gives me something to do during the journey; especially if, like today, the hitcher is the quiet, studious type.' I bit my lower lip as I stared out the side window, trying to calm my nerves. Outside, the bleak landscape and the newly forming rain clouds were a good reason to go with the flow. Also, as the man said, it was 'standard practice out here', so why make a fuss about being touched up in a warm, comfortable car. He kept talking as he reduced the car's speed to 20 miles per hour, and then moved his hand towards my crotch. The sensation felt so-o-o good, but I didn't make any moves to encourage him. 'Most hitchers have their trousers and underwear down by now, boy,' he said, as he reached over and put his hand directly on my growing bulge. 'Or do you want to play hard to get?' 'I've not done this sort of thing before,' I replied, apologetically. 'Sir!' he snapped. 'I've not done this sort of thing before, Sir.' 'Oh, yes,' I said. 'Sorry, Sir.' 'Good. Now unzip your trousers and get your tackle out,' he ordered. The car turned off the main road and came to a stop, parallel to a field gate. The man turned in his seat and helped me pull down my trousers and underpants. He then looked at my uncut length and licked his lips. 'Nice and hard,' he said. 'Now lean back and let me lick you into shape.' I sighed in anticipation, and then sighed again when his lips and tongue began working on my throbbing six-inch cock. I was beside myself with excitement - along with other emotions like anxiety, embarrassment and passion. The man was very dominant, so I let him push me around, which I kinda liked - I easily convinced myself that I would be no match for this brute in a suit. 'Right,' he said, when he came up for air. 'We're in the middle of nowhere, so get your clothes off. I want to see you completely naked and showing off your skinny, schoolboy arse. No ifs or buts, so get to it.' I was in shock, but still I did as he ordered. I even got out of the car, when he said, and scrambled into the back, leaving both doors wide open. Humiliation was clearly his thing, so I stretched out on the back seat and let him have his way with me. As the odd car and lorry passed by, the man wanked me off, sucked me off, and finger-fucked my arsehole. I'm sure a lorry driver saw my bare arse, up against a side window, as I was being pushed and pulled into a new position. 'What a lovely boy .... and so compliant,' he said. 'The moment I saw you, I knew you were an incorrigible wuss. And now you're my incorrigible wuss.' I smiled as I got out of the car, as ordered, and scrambled into the front passenger seat. It was raining now, so the doors were pulled shut and I began to dress. 'Right,' he said, as he drove me home in the rain. 'If you're not outside the bus station at four o'clock tomorrow, you better buy some rubbing alcohol for that arse of yours. And seeing as you're now my sex slave, you better get used to being tied up and slapped.' * * * 'Did he pick you up, Lee?' asked Mark, as we both walked to class the next morning. 'And did he wank you off? Like I said he would.' 'Yes, yes,' I replied. 'Keep your fucking voice down. And yes, he wanked me off in his car .... And I was naked for a long time, just like you said I'd be. It was real kink.' 'Yep!' said Mark. 'The Puppeteer is a kinky fucker, and that's why I'm one of his horny pups. He definitely likes schoolboy arse, so keep an eye out for new talent. That red head in Mrs. Portman's class looks fit. He'll look great hanging up in the bondage barn.' * * * When the car arrived outside the bus station, I was told to get in the back. 'This is Pup Lee, Frank,' said Roy. 'He's the boy I picked up yesterday. He's a real wuss, so you can play with him on his way home. Nothing heavy, mind. Just wanking, sucking and finger-fucking. We can play with him properly on Saturday.' So, after Frank played with my bits on Wednesday, Roy introduced me to Ken on Thursday and George on Friday. I liked the idea of sitting in the back of Roy's car with my trousers and underpants down, and a man's hand around my hard-standing cock. The thought of the four men taking me 'properly' on Saturday made me so-o-o excited.