Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2003 18:27:46 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Young Teddy's Escapades - Part 12

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic
events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too
young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read the story.
In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. In
the real world, everyone should practice safe sex.

I look forward to your comments and suggestions. Email them to
bertcarley@goldrush.com

Young Teddy's Escapades - Part 12

Alan and I sat on the sofa and he stroked my long hair with his hand as I
rested my head in his lap. He was watching WWE (World Wrestling
Entertainment). It wasn't long, I was asleep and dreaming of Drake, Tom and
Jack, the three guys that had made my life so complete these past few
years, now were all deceased - my lovers, my warriors, my three delightful
black men. I awoke screaming Drake, Drake DRAKE! Alan comforted me by
lifting my head from his lap and holding me tightly to him, rocking me back
and forth planting kisses on my lips and whispering.

"That's all right baby - daddy's right here to protect you from those bad
dreams. He rose, lifted me into his arms and carried me off to bed. He went
to his bathroom, returned with a pill and a glass of water. He placed the
pill on my tongue and had me swallow the pill with a couple of swigs of
water. He undressed me, then himself. He cuddled up next to me, pulled the
covers up over us and held me until I dropped off to sleep again.

I was startled awake by the sound of Alan's alarm clock, indicating it was
time for him to rise and shine, were it not Saturday morning. What ever was
in that pill he gave me last night certainly put me out. He reached over,
turned it off and pulled my ass cheeks back against his huge ebony. I
guided it into me and he gave me a long, slow, sensual, internal dick
massage. I just melted back against him feeling absolutely wanted, safe and
wonderful. We both then fell back to sleep and slept until about 8:00am. It
was wonderful having a man sharing my bed again. He smelled different from
Drake, Tim or Jack, but delightfully masculine and vibrantly virile. I
nestled my nose into his pit and sucked up all I could inhale.

"Time maybe we should get up, don't you think - get some breakfast and then
get started cleaning out your closet and make room for my stuff in here
with yours. Up and Adam girl!" He tickled me until I was able to break away
from him, plant my feet on the floor and run from him. He chased me to the
bathroom and we both stood side by side and relieved ourselves in the
toilet bowl. "Cute little thing you got there in your hand girl, but I like
this back side better." He squeezed my ass cheeks a couple of times causing
me to almost piss on the floor. When I was finished, he smacked me a good
one on the ass.  "Make some pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs with the tomato
and onions in them! I love them that way baby!"

As I was cooking breakfast Alan took a shower and shaved. He was in the
bathroom longer than usual. When he finally emerged into the kitchen in a
pair of long baggy shorts, he had completely shaved his head. He still had
the trimmed mustache and goatee, but his head was down to shinny black
skin. "Oh Alan, I like your new hair style, who's your stylist? No, really!
I do like it, makes you look sharp! The girls will love it. Here - let me
feel!" He lowered his head and I ran my palm and fingers over the smooth
black surface. "Oh yea, real nice Alan - I like!

"Well girl, I do have a dark and mysterious side to me too, which I been
holdin back on till you got use to me! Maybe this weekend I'll give you a
look at that other side of me.  You know I'm use to ordering the men
around, so I'm a very dominant guy and like things done my way. How's that
breakfast coming darlin - I'm starved? I'm turning on the heat in here
girl; it's freezing cold this morning."

"Well, if you put on some clothing maybe you wouldn't be so cold!"

"An deprive you of lookin at my handsome body and muscles!" He lay his head
over my shoulder as I was at the stove, bit my ear and rubbed his man thing
up and down over my ass cheeks. "How long before we eat baby?"

"Never, if you don't stop that! Don't you have something to do?"

"Yea, I'm a doing it girl! I thought you loved me!" I just pushed him away
with my butt.

"Oh, she wants to play rough this morning already! He grabbed me around the
waist, lifted me off the floor and spun me around with his face buried in
my hair. The spatula slipped from my hand and went flying across the floor
leaving streaks of onion, tomato and scrambled eggs all over the floor.

"Now look what you made me do you big sex crazed Black Boy! Get your ass
out of the kitchen before I have to pour ice water on you!"

He threw his arms in the air and waved his hands frantically like a small
child would do when his mama was scolding him with a willow stick in her
hand. "OK mama, don't hit me mama, I be a good boy now." He burst out
laughing, turned and headed for the TV clicker, flexing his muscles as he
strutted away.

I thought to myself, "What a fucking hunk indeed!"

After breakfast, we started in cleaning out Drake's clothing from my closet
and bureau drawers. When it came to his leather chaps, pants and leather
jacket, I just clung to them and wouldn't let go. Alan had to pry them from
me to get me to part with them. He sat most of the stuff aside for friends
of his at the base that were into motorcycles and leather gear. He took
three loads of clothing down and put them in his car. When he returned he
had two big, duffel bags full. He carried them into the center
bedroom. When he returned to the kitchen where I was working, he was
wearing a leather harness, his leather chaps, nothing on under so his cock
and balls were protruding from the front. His beautiful black buns exposed
out the back. He wore a leather palm gloves, leather armbands, leather
headband, nipple extenders and his boots. He carried a wide, leather dog
collar in one hand and tit clamps, and a chastity belt with a studded cock
cage attachment and cat of nine tails in the other.

When I looked up and took notice, he sat the items on the kitchen counter,
grabbed me and turned me around, stripped me nude and put the collar and
the nipple clamps on me.  "Play time girl," was all he said without
cracking a smile. He lay me up over the cold black slate of the
center-island, and took the cat of nine tails and rubbed it over my ass, my
balls and started to strike me lightly with the tails against my exposed
bottom. He seemed to know exactly how to use that thing without doing any
permanent damage, but at the same time, firing up my libido.

"Oh fuck YES," is all that I was able to say initially. I had a big hard-on
pressing against the slate counter top. "How did you know I liked kinky sex
Alan? Give me some more big guy and I'll love you forever!" He continued to
strike me up and down my thighs, buns and back, not to harshly, but enough
too certainly leave marks and red marks.

"I've always known girl; why you think I wanted you so bad when Tom, Jack
or Drake talked about how hot you got when they did kinky stuff to you?" He
pulled me before him and installed the chastity belt, forcing my hard cock
and balls into the spiked cage. It hurt like hell as he closed the cage
around my cock and the spikes did their number on me. I went limp
immediately! He finished wrapping the leather straps around my thighs and
tightened up everything until my balls spread wide apart. He secured the
lock, and I heard the padlock snap shut with a click. "Now get down on your
knees and spit shine my boots with your tongue! You're my slave bitch boy
now, so get use to doing exactly what I say from now on! The man's gon'a
have to retrain you to my liking boy! I be your new Niger man! Now get to
work on them boots pronto and call me MASTER!"

"Yes MASTER, what ever you say sir!"

He kept moving his boots around so I had to crawl around in circles to work
on them.  Every time I messed up he gave me a swift kick on my shoulders
with the top of his foot where it attached to his ankle, just enough to
knock me off balance. When he felt I was doing it right, he let me
finish. "Now boy, you're going to learn to love what I like to do!"  He
flipped the top off the margarine container, dipped his fingers in and
coated then, lifted me over the divider again and worked a couple of
fingers into my bottom. I started to get excited by the time he had all
five of his fingers and his thumb in me. The pain I felt surrounding my
dick again was horrifyingly excruciating, causing me to go limp. He
continued to push his fingers into me until I felt his hand pop into me up
to his wrist. He spread his fingers around rubbing over my walnut until I
couldn't control my dick and it grew in the cage with uncontrollable
speed. The pain on my cock I soon ignored, as he massaged and worked his
arm up into me halfway to his elbow. He fucked me with his arm and hand,
pulling out and in over my prostrate until I was just moaning with pleasure
and pain at the same time. My cock and balls were aching, remained hard,
excited, locked in the cage with the spikes digging at the head and shaft,
but my ass was on fire, loving the mass that he had in me. I was pumping my
ass over his hand totally engulfed in that pleasure.

He shouted, "Don't you cum boy till I say you can! You hear me pussy boy?"
I just remained silent in my pressure stupor. "YOU HEAR ME PUSSY BOY? Don't
make me hurt you pussy boy - YOU ANSWER ME NOW!" His shouts brought me back
to earth!

"YES MASTER, I HEAR YOU MASTER! I CAN'T CUM UNTIL YOU SAY I CAN!"

"You like my arm up your ass cunt? Tell me you love it pussy boy!"

"Oh MASTER, I love what you're doing to me - LOVE IT MASTER! Can I please
cum now Master?"

"Hell no pussy boy, I'm just getting started on your honky white boy pussy!
I'm going to have some real fun with you today before you be creamin boy!
You have to earn that right! You make the MASTER happy and you get your
reward when he all satisfied with your progress! You be learnin some roll
playing today boy!" The spikes were really digging into my cock, but I was
starting to get use to it. I was at a point of excitement with what the
Master was doing inside my pussy that I didn't care what happened to my
cock. At least the spikes had rounded ends on them so they didn't penetrate
the skin. My balls spread each time his arm grazed over the straps running
around my ass and thighs.

He pulled his arm and hand out of me and I felt empty, wanting
more. However, I knew better than beg as he had already told me to remain
quiet and only speak when he asked me a question or told me I could
talk. He pulled me off the slate island, turned me around and lifted me
back up sitting facing him. He stepped up, put my arms around his neck and
told me to hold on tight. He pulled me down until my ass fell over his
manhood. As his tool penetrated, I just melted, wrapping my legs around his
waist. He took me to an adjoining wall, pressed my back up firmly and
started giving me a pony ride. He turned into a bull, his balls slapping my
bottom with each revolution. He was sweating profusely and I just melted to
him and inhaled his manly scent. He said he wanted me to get use to his
aroma, well I was not only use to it, I craved it, all of it. He really had
me going, although the cage was biting at my dick and my balls were being
spread and terrorized.  He was as an animal devouring my guts, sending
pleasure signals to my brain that were making my own juices boil up from my
balls wanting release.

He shouted, "CUM NOW PUSSY BOY," and shot load after load of his man juices
up into me. My cock exploded and my sphincter muscle responded by kneading
and milking him of every drop of the skeet his huge balls had pumped up
into his dick head for release. He stepped back over to the island, placed
me down and fell forward and his sweat rolled off him covering me with his
wonderful scent. I just opened my mouth and sucked the salty mixture on him
everywhere I could reach with my lips and tongue. He lifted my chin, lay
his lips over mine and buried his tongue; French kissing me until we
finally settled back down and I was breathing normal again.

"That's enough for now girl! Maybe later I'll give you another lesson. I'm
proud of you; you did very well for a white boy bitch. You're one hot fuck
Teddy, especially when you work those ass muscles of yours over the
Master's dick; they milked me dry as a bone!  Now go clean yourself up
inside, wash your pussy good, but do not take a shower. I want you to get
use to my smell all over you this weekend so you be lovin the Master like
you did Drake! I'm leavin the belt on you too girl so you get use to it,
cause your going to be wearing it a lot in the days to come. Off with you
now baby girl! Put something on comfortable and sexy and I'll take you out
to lunch."

When I came from the bathroom and entered the bedroom to dress, Alan was
standing there going through my checkbook, all dressed in a loose fitting
tank top, long loose shorts and his sexy red and white running shoes. He
turned to me and boldly asked, "How much money the boys leave you Danny? We
need a new vehicle and I was hoping you could help me buy one of those HumV
vehicles, the new models that are only about $55,000 rather than the big
original models that were over $115,000. I should be able to get about
$7,800 for the old Jeep Wagon. It's got over 155,000 miles on it now and I
been dumping some pretty hefty money in it to keep her going lately."

All I said was, "Works for me, we can talk about it at lunch; where you
taking me Master? Maybe after we eat lunch we can go down on auto row and
look at the HumV models, see what they will give us on a trade-in and what
they have in stock. His face lit up as a kid's would if his dad was taking
him to a bicycle shop to pick out a new ten speed racer model. Alan was
just about as excited as I have ever seen him during lunch.  He talked a
blue streak about everything imaginable. He shoveled his good down,
thinking I didn't know why! I just kept him in suspension eating slowly,
watching him fidget and squirm in his chair. I asked for more Ice Tea and I
could see he was really suffering, wanting to get going downtown to auto
row and look at the HumV's. I finally took pity on him and gulped down my
ice tea. He paid the cashier and we headed out. It was about 2:15 when we
pulled into the dealership. I could see they had quite a few of the new
models on the lot and four more in the showroom. Alan was almost drooling
when we looked over the models sitting out on the lot. Before long a
salesman was standing showing him all the gadgets. I never realized, but
they all came equipped with most everything anyone could possibly want,
including air-conditioning, electric windows, sunroof, AM-FM radio with CD
and tape player, the works. The salesman asked us if we wanted to test
drive one, of course, Alan said YES immediately. I sat in the back, Alan
drove and the salesman in the passenger's seat. I had no idea a sports
utility vehicle like this could be so roomy, comfortable and well appointed
with leather seats, even cup holders, console and five speed automatic
transmission. When we got back from our joy ride, Alan was almost dancing
with excitement. They were all about the same price, except two in the
showroom that had special paint jobs that they had done at the
dealership. Of course, Alan like one of the special paint job ones, the
maroon one with the white striping. It had a sticker price on it of
$58,550. The salesman took a look and a drive in the old Jeep Wagon and
when he returned Alan an I had talked about making an offer. The salesman
wrote out a invoice for list price, plus sales tax and license, less $8,500
for the Jeep, bottom line, $51,751, or 951.00 per month for 5 years. I
asked him how much for cash and he had to go to his manager to get that
figure. He came back with a price of $50,220. I told him we would pay him
$48,500 and the Jeep. He came back with an approval from the sales
manager. Alan already had the pink-slip and the registration in the Jeep. I
wrote a check out for $48,500 from a cash maxi checking account I have,
they called the bank and verified that the check was good and we drove the
vehicle home just before 5:00pm that afternoon. We called his insurance
agent with the information they needed to update his policy from the
dealership.

Alan spent all afternoon and all evening playing with the gadgets and
reading the manuals. He was so excited, after dinner we drove out to the
base and showed it to all his buddies. I blew him on the way home, leaning
over the console, his legs spread, with a big smile on his face. It was
worth $48,500 to have Alan so very happy and driving something to and from
work that is so safe. I felt he was worth much more than money tucked away
that was only drawing 2% interest! That night he made his first payment to
me in wild, rough sex. I told him he was now my slave, as we registered the
vehicle in both our names, just to play it safe that if something happened
to him his relatives would take the vehicle.

Alan made love to me for hours after we returned home. He told me he would
take me on a long in the country tomorrow, kissed me and we dropped off to
sleep in each other arms. However, he did make me leave on the Chastity
Belt, but I didn't mind, since he left the back lock unlocked so he could
fuck me. The front however, he left under lock and key, plus he left the
collar on me as well. He said it was important that I know who his Master
was and in due time he would have my training period complete and I would
only be restrained when he felt it was necessary to keep me in line.

When we awoke Sunday morning, Alan wasted no time in getting me loaded and
in the HummV. In fact we had breakfast on the road. We road onto the
testing area on the Marine base and he put the vehicle through its'
paces. He was a good driver, but never- the-less scared the devil out of me
when he had the vehicle climbing over boulders, forging rivers and climbing
sand dunes. I was glad when the day came to end. I could rest my weary
bones, not being use to such physical stuff.

Alan was easy on me Sunday night, knowing he had tired me out just holding
on while he played with his new toy truck. When the alarm went off at 5am,
I just exactly jump out of bed and become my usual bundle of joy as I fixed
his breakfast. A kiss goodbye from him at 6am and he was off to the base. I
left about 7:30 for the office and thought of him all day long, especially
when a big bouquet of roses was delivered to the house shortly after I
arrived home. Showed me how much he too appreciated what I had done for
him.

If you would like this story to continue, email me please. Otherwise, I may
go on to something new.  bertcarley@goldrush.com