Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 18:31:24 +0000 From: THOMAS HUTCHINSON Subject: Timothy Chapter Seven If you enjoyed this story and if you can afford to, please send a donation to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Help keep the flame of freedom burning. Here we have another two lost chapters. I really hope that I will have the time and inclination to rewrite them. Meanwhile, I am providing a synopsis of the key events. Chapter Five--Timothy goes Dancing in which the gentlemen of the supper club force the youth to dance naked while being struck by riding crops. A confirmed heterosexual, Mick says, "I only like one boy," and begins an affair with Timothy. Chapter Six--Timothy in the Frame in which he is strapped into a wooden frame and caned on back, butt and legs by an expert while the gentlemen of the supper club watch. Timothy turns sixteen and is required to quit school and take a job in the city as the personal assistant to the chief financial officer of a construction company. He begins BDSM training. Chapter Seven--Timothy Rides a Horse by T. Edward Hutchinson Twice a month Timothy drives out to the state university to bring his friend Mick a supply of drugs that he sells to fellow students. Both boys work for the same construction company. When the older teenager begins his sophomore year, Timothy is going to pretend to be a freshman and try to steer incoming students to Mick for their drug needs. Timmy's new nipple clips and chain get Mick's immediate approval. "God," the college student says on seeing them for the first time, "the other kids are going to be all over you after getting a look at those." "They aren't really noticeable under my shirt unless you already know I'm wearing them." "There's warm sunny days in September and early October. They lie out in the sun on all that grass. The guys take their shirts off." "Oh," Tim whispers, understanding. "Those things practically shout, 'fuck me,'" Mick asserts. The following Monday Tim reports to his boss, Mr. Schmadeke. As is sometimes the case, the boy is naked except for his socks and nipple clips. The man reaches for him and Timothy comes into his hands. A thumb moves over the youngster's upper lip. "A few hairs," his boss observes. "We're going to arrange for you to have laser hair treatments, Timmy. They will eliminate hair as it comes in so you won't need to shave or have stubble. Legs and anywhere else will be done as well, except for your bush." Mr. Schmadeke ruffles the curly tuft. "We will keep it to the area it already covers though and show you how we expect you to trim it so it doesn't get too thick. The treatments will be one afternoon once a month and you will get time off from work with pay since you are doing this for the company." "Another matter. There are some things we want you to understand because we think it will help you to do your job to our satisfaction. You know, of course, that most men get married and raise children. It is also the case that most men want to have sexual experiences beyond what their wives can provide. This is true everywhere, not just Afghanistan. Like the gentlemen from the supper club, for example. Some of the things men desire are difficult to obtain, because they are illegal or rare or socially frowned upon or merely because the men are busy and don't have the time for arrange things for themselves. The company intends to assist some of these men to find the satisfaction they would like to have, men who have done the company a favor or men who we would like to do us a favor. This is where you come in. We will arrange dates for you with gentlemen we want to help and we know would appreciate you. This is not prostitution, no money will be charged. It is an exchange of favors. You will be a great help to the company and will be rewarded for it." After work on Wednesday, Timothy drives to Mr. Rhodes house for his weekly training session. The teenager strips and is led down a flight of stairs to the man's dungeon. Tim notices that the space is unusually well lit. The cellar is very well equipped. Items that the trainer doesn't expect to use within the next few days are stored in large lockers with closed doors so that the operational area is not cluttered. "This is a wooden horse," Mr. Rhodes explains, "an easy one for beginners." With a heavy hand, He pats the rounded top of an object similar in design to a carpenter's four legged saw horse, except that this is a polished piece of furniture and quite a bit higher. There are step stools positioned on each of the two sides of the device. The trainer selects a dildo and places the bottom end in a hole in the top of the horse. The boy knows that the dildo will be slightly larger in diameter than the one he was trained on last week. Mr. Rhodes hands Tim a jar of petroleum jelly. "Grease the dildo and your hole," he tells the sixteen year old. The man continues, "Wipe your hands in your hair. Then climb the step stools and stick yourself onto the prick." Tim takes a deep breath and gets it done. The boy's genitals splay out in front of him. The step stools are removed. Ankle cuffs connected by ropes to rings in the floor are fastened and pulled tight to stretch the teen's legs down and apart approximating the thirty degree angles of the legs of the horse. The pressure of his own body weight causes considerable discomfort where the boy's crotch makes contact with the rounded top of the horse. It would be a lot worse, Mr. Rhodes informs the youth, on horses with a less rounded top and worst of all on one that comes to a point. The trainer shows Timothy a small case that contains a set of objects that appear to be thin, bright steel wires about twelve inches long with an oblong ball at one end and a thicker grip at the other end. Each wire has a different size ball. Mr. Rhodes picks up Tim's penis and peers at the little slit. "This is the opening to the urethra," he tells Tim. The man takes the third smallest of the instruments from the case and holds it up for the boy to see. "This thing is called a urethral sound. I'm going to stick it in you and fuck your dick with it." A little gasp escapes Timothy's mouth. "I haven't restrained your arms and I know you want to stop me, but you know that you shouldn't. Some doms want their sub to resist them so that they can win a struggle by force or by wit and perhaps have a reason to punish. Whoever your dom is he may tell you to resist or give you a clue like not restraining you. You should try to figure out what your dom wants and give it to him. Sometimes it will be hard to tell, so you should resist a little and watch the dom's reaction." "I'm going to put handcuffs on you now so you don't need to think about restraining your arms and hands. I want all your attention on what I'm going to do to your pecker. Sometimes a sub will resist by not looking at what the dom is doing. Or the sub may resist by zoning out, trying to put his mind somewhere far from what is happening, a thought or an image or a daydream. If you aren't looking at what I'm doing to you I'll yank the chain on your nipple clips until you are. I'll do the same if I think your zoning out. Got it?" 'Yes, sir." "The sub should never let his attention slip away from his dom and what the dom wants him to experience." With that Mr. Rhodes lubes the device and Timothy's piss slit. The youngster dutifully watches as his trainer positions the little oblong steel ball at the opening while holding his penis up and the sound above that with his fingers on the grip. The boy's slit seems to open by itself to receive it about half way. The man does not seem to need much force to slowly slide it in to a depth of about two inches. Tim feels a pressure similar to urination except with a lump in it. Mr. Rhodes withdraws the sound and relubricates it. Then it goes in again the same way to the same depth. Now Tim feels the man work it back and forth inside his penis and gradually work the sound further into him. There a little discomfort but it is the strangeness of the experience and the feelings that predominate. The increasing pain from sitting on the horse is much worse. "There really isn't much to it," Mr. Rhodes chuckles, "it's more of a psychological challenge." Part of your training is to give you experience with most of the things a man might want to do to a boy so you won't freak out. Remember the dom is a man and the sub is a boy. It doesn't matter how old you are or how old the dom is. You will always be the boy. You haven't grown at all in the last year, five foot six and a natural sub. Remember the boy must always respect and obey the man and be both glad and proud to be able to do him a service." "You will be having a few dates with men soon. Your handler, Mr. Joyce will be supervising. Most of the time the gentleman will pick you up at your handler's place in town and return you there. Once in a while your handler will deliver you someplace. Your dates will always know you are to be returned in good condition, save normal wear and tear of the sort the supper club dished out. However, many of these guys will just want normal sex from a willing boy. Some of them will prefer to think that you are not experienced. If that seems to be the case, fake it. We know it can hard to tell. Use your intuition. Your first guess is likely to be right better than half the time. Then watch for the clues and adjust accordingly. Your training program with me will continue for a while yet. You will tell me everything I want to know about your dates so that I can better instruct you." Mr. Rhodes removes the urethral sound. He holds up a shorter but thicker devise for Timothy to see. "This is a penis plug," he informs the youngster before inserting it. Then he masturbates the teen to orgasm. ***** Three weeks later, Timothy is waiting in Mr. Joyce's basement apartment for his first date to arrive. Someone rings the doorbell. The youngster is shocked when his handler opens the door and a policeman walks in. The two men laugh at the startled expression on the boy's face. "This is Timothy," Mr. Joyce announces. "Come here boy so Officer Nickeas can get a good look at you." "To answer your questions, yes, I'm a real police officer," the man assures the teenager, still wide eyed with wonder. "And you're not under arrest," the man jokes. The police officer seems satisfied with Tim. "Let's go son, time's a wastin.'" The gentleman's late model ford pickup truck is parked at the curb. "Hop in Tim," the man directs. They drive toward the city. "I'm staying at a friend's apartment tonight. He's out of town," the officer assures the teenager. They talk sports on the short trip, getting used to each other. The apartment is in a nice neighborhood, the top floor of a triple decker. It's neat, clean and middle class. Once they are inside the man puts his hands on both of the sixteen year old's shoulders. "I haven't done this before, son. I may be a little clumsy. Not that I haven't thought about it a thousand times." He smiles wistfully at the boy, a bit apologetic. "I guess I'd better undress you, huh?" On instinct, Timothy gives the man a hug, and snuggles into him. The police officer buries his face in the boy's hair, his arms around the youth. Mr. Nickeas moves Tim to arms length to remove the kid's clothes. "I don't care for these," he grumbles as he removes Timothy's nipple clips and chain. When he is finished, he says "bedroom." The officer takes Timothy by the hand to lead him there. "Hop in," he gestures toward the bed. Under the covers and with his head on a pillow Timothy waits for the mid thirties fellow to join him. The dark haired gentleman reveals a sturdy build and a hairy body. Gathering the youngster up he pets the boy like a cat, slowly working both of them into sexual excitement. Tim is fucked on his back with his feet in the air. After a rest and a quick wash, the police officer is back in bed. He uses his mouth on the teenager, licking and sucking on the tender places. The gentleman moves the youngster over him into position for sixty nine. This is a warm up for putting the boy on hands and knees and fucking him doggy style. That completed, Mr. Nickeas flips Timothy onto his back and sucks his dick. It is only here that the man's lack of experience with gay sex is revealed. He gets the job done, however. Now drained, Mr. Nickeas rearranges the bed clothes and settles the two of them for sleep, Timothy is on his side in a one arm embrace his head on the man's shoulder. They are tired enough to nod off in that position within a few minutes. The teenager wakes up to the officer's touch. They both have hard ons. "We don't have time for any more, son. I have to turn you back in," he groans. Mr. Nickeas presumes that he will never be with Tim again, it hurts. If he is unlucky he will see the boy somewhere and that will hurt too. Timothy knows that for one night he has been loved, something to treasure. He expects that someone will love him again, sometime.