Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2002 18:53:48 +0100 From: Chaim B. Subject: Michael and Peter (1-2) Michael and Peter (1 & 2). Nifty and ASSGM: M/t, submission. Disclaimer: You have to be 16+ to read this! Or check your country laws. English is not my mother tongue. Reactions are very welcome: bchaim@hotmail.com Thanks! Chaim (from the Netherlands) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 1. Just some instructions after a chat, boy. Peter his hands were shaking, opening the letter he found on his doorstep coming from school. He missed today all the words spoken to him. Just thinking about the late night chat he had. He was on mIRC, and spoke to Top22NL. Wow, it was a hot chat. The man asked him a lot of questions. The man, calling himself Michael. Peter didn't know his age, but the picture showed a good-looking marine of 22? Strong, big muscles and so, just in his army pants and leather boots. Michael ordered him to give him his address. Peter feared the consequences, but the promise getting his Masters orders on his doorstep made him weak. Living at home he feared this part most! What will happen? If his parents will find the note, it will be hell. This promised note? Hell, he would be in serious trouble! No shit. With shaking hands, Pete runs to his room. He sits at his desks and opens the plain envelope. Shaking hands. This is cool. 'Hi Boy, Want you this afternoon into your tight briefs, read this, that way and at the end I want you! Stand in position, boy!' Without hesitation, Peter knows what to do he strips to his tight briefs, as ordered. Reading on... 'Boy, I want to see the outline of your boy cock. Stroke it light through the cotton of your briefs, boy. Good boy!' Reading 'Good Boy'... Peter feels his young teen cock stir in his soft boy briefs. 'Great you are here, boy. I know you will follow my orders. Your Master is sure of that! Don't disappoint me, and if you do, face the consequences, boy. Feel it, close your eyes, feel: I, your Master stroke your hard young chest, feeling your soft skin and young muscles. Your Master is horny again boy... writing this to his boy, my big Master cock is hard, boy! Dripping cum in my army pants. Close your eyes. You see me behind your eyelids? Say it loud!' Peter smiles insecure. He closes his eyes. "Yes, sir, see the out line of your cock in my head, sir!" 'The training starts here and now, boy! Open your eyes, look at your briefs, look at the wet spot of your own cock on your tight white briefs, my boy! If it's there, there is no way back! Otherwise, no more reading, destroy this letter and never thing of me again.' Peter closes and opens his eyes, he looks down at his briefs. A wet spot is clearly visible. Fuck, this man, my Master is right. No way back? Hell, Peter wants to get on his knees to beg for more instructions. 'As I told you this night, about your piercing, making you, MY BOY. The time is right now, my boy. Call this mobile number 83456908178, and open the door just the way you are! NOW! Do as instructed! I like you very much, Your Master, Michael' Peter's body is shaking. He knows he told Michael everything during their long chat, his dreams. He picks up the telephone dealing the number. Peter hears a strong manly voice "Go to the door, my boy". Peter runs down, just in his white briefs he opens the door. A big young man stands in front of him. Very short hair, very tight white T-shirt on a strong wide chest. Big standing legs in skin tight blue jeans, on his hips with a big belt. His feet in Army boots, shining in the afternoon sun. Wow, what a sight! This can't be real. This man is interested in him? Peter, interested in me, just a skinny soccer player, an 18 years old? The man grins, it is a friendly grin. "Hi, my boy" "Hey... sir" "Good boy, you don't let me in?" "Sorry sir..." Peter opens the door wider, to let this man, his Master in. Michael steps into the hall. Peter feels his big hands on his soft skin of this shoulder. The strong man strokes his nipples light. Peter shivers. Michael looks at this tight boy's briefs. Fuck, Peter feels embarrassed. "When does your parents, and big brother come home lad?" "I don't know, sir" "Show me your room, boy. Show me where you where during our chat" Peter walks up the stairs feeling Michael's his eye on his young butt in his tight white briefs. He showed his teen boy room, full of soccer players on all the walls. "We go to my place, leave a message, you stay with a friend, you told me you could do that. Put on your baggy trousers and nothing more. Be quick!" "Yes, sir. I will sir." Peter leaves a note. He will stay over this weekend at Robin's place. They know his mobile number, etc. XXX M. Michael smiles to him. "You are ready, boy" "Yes, sir" They leave the house. Peter feels this cock growing, stretching the soft fabric of his briefs following this big man's, Michael's butt in his tight jeans. Wow, what to expect? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 2. At Michael's place. I loved the unexpected chat last night. This boy Peter is great, eager to learn and we live very close. He will be a great boy slave to me. By the way I'm Michael, I work for the special troops. I love to train boys into man. I'm on leave now. I live in a little house out of town, in the woods, not far from the sea. Feeling horny I chatted last night and found a boy, Peter, 18, a skinny soccer player, looking for a Master and some training. Peter likes his body, and has a lot of doubts about it, but he wants to become a man. Well, He will get that! No problem here, no problem at all, boy, you will become a real MAN. Peter you will be an excepting just willing little Man, indeed! I asked him about his dreams. He told me everything. Remembering them I smile. Wow... the boy can tell hot. His first loves for his mate Robin. Robin seems to be a sexy soccer player at his team. His hot masturbation fantasies, Peter told me all. Before getting trained, he wants to get a piercing from a real man, a Master. I promised him that. I will make my words come true. Giving him a piercing and making him a real man. What he doesn't know I will make him that way My Boy. After a long chat I got his address. The next morning, I dressed just a little. My boxers and blue jeans and a white T-shirt, my army boots, fuck he will like that. I got him hot on some soft pictures of myself. I left the note on his doorstep and staid in my car. I saw him entering the house. A cute teen! Well, really, Peter is nice, but I want more. After his call I walked slowly at his house. At the door I found a cute teen, as ordered in tight white briefs, showing the promised wet spot of his pre-cum. Well, this is great! I told him to leave a note. We drove to my place. Peter stepped out of the car, in his baggy jeans his young boy's chest shows well. Peter has an olive skin and very red little nipples on a totally smooth chest. The white waistband of his briefs is into my view. White cotton, nice contrast to his young hairless olive skin. Well, this boy has to learn a lot! "You trust me, boy?" "Yes sir", with an open smile! I smile at his eager reply. This boy is fucking hot! I show him a black blindfold. "All the way, boy?" "Yes, sir" I hear a trembling in his voice. The boy must be afraid. I put the blindfold before his eyes. I unbutton his baggy jeans, leaving them between his ankles on his Nike trainers. Without sight the boy, I take the boy into my big house. I bring him to my special treatment room. Leather table in the middle. There is a cupboard with my tools and devices at the wall. I bound the boy's wrists before his body. My friend Aaron is already there. He is my "family doctor". Smile, he helps me out with problems like this. I kiss Aaron on the mouth, wet and hard enough for Peter, my boy, to hear. "Wait boy" My cute boy is without power, bound and soon half naked. I take off his trainers and pants, underpants. He, my boy, must be 18, but he looks younger. He has just a patch of hair over his semi erect cock. I look carefully, Peter has some blond hairs on his legs, and nearly any hair on his balls. "Get on the table, boy!" Securing his legs to the edge with little leather ropes. I take off his blindfold. His eyes are wondering around, looking for my body. "Yes boy. I see your eyes, you follow me." "Yes sir" "Look straight forward, boy." "Yes, sir" I bent forward, sucking my boy's nipple, biting it, hard! Peter struggles in his bonds. I'm sure now they will work out. "You, my boy, Peter, laying naked on this table, my table. I feel you, trembling. You said yes, IS IT REALLY yes? Peter?" "Yes, sir, I want this" Looking at his now rock hard cock, I smile, a little test will do no harm. I spread his arms wide over his head, exposing his sweaty armpits. "Yes boy, you are bound, your arms spread over your head, your legs wide! The leather strings are tight. Good boy!" I admire his stretched body. "Good boy!" I wet Peter's chest with my tongue. Tasting his sweat, his fear. Well, this is just the beginning. "Boy feel it, my tongue on your smooth chest, boy" "Aaron, the doctor, he is a Master himself, brings your silver ring now. It is a very little one, boy". Peter nods his head. "You are sure about this, or you are just fake? Boy" No sir, I'm not fake, I want this very much!" Peter is panting, his boy chest is going up and down, with big strokes. His boy cock is real hard. Pre-cum is leaking on his smooth belly. "O.K. boy the doctor cleans your boy nipples. His black leather pants are close to your face. You must feel his heat, boy. He hands me over the needle..." "Ready boy?" I give him time. I see the fear in his eyes. "You are a good boy, you know you can take it." "Yes, Sir" Stroking his hair, I point the needle at his nipple, "Be a brave boy, do it for your Master" Peter nods a yes. "Good boy" Bringing the needle to the boys skin... "The needle points directly to your young skin, boy. Making my boy, MINE, there will be no way back, my boy." I prick... My boy struggles into his bonds, and his little boy cock makes his stomach full wet of pre cum. Making a mess... The ring is settled in a flash. Just a little drop of blood is showing. The real pain will be nothing. "Wear it proud, MY BOY!" You shout, groans, beg me to take you... Looking at my struggling boy, wow, he is MY BOY NOW. I open my pants, looking at My Boy Peter, his struggle. Wow, he has a fine soft body! His naked body is shaking, his boy boner rock hard pointing at his belly button. "Good boy, as a reward you may cum, cum for your Master! This little ring makes you mine!" Peter wants to reach his young eager cock. Of course, still bound he can't. Aaron smiles, I nod my head, "Thanks". He is an expert. He stays... he takes my boys briefs from the floor putting it on his eyes. He tortures My Boys cock with his little finger, stroking it Very light. The boy, my boy Peter, needs to cum badly! Aaron smiles... Leaving, kissing me just slight on the lips: "Take good care of him". "Man, I will." Turning to the table, looking at Pete, my boy, I feel my cock grow harder. I strip down naked. Putting away his briefs from his eyes, I smile at him, looking in his pleading eyes. I see his begging eyes on my cock. It is too soon for that. "You will get soon your reward, boy" >From the cupboard I take a little mirror. "Look at your piercing boy!" I stroke the little swollen flesh around his pierced nipple. Taking his little rock hard cock in my firm hand. "Proud of it, boy?" "Yes sir!" I make my grip harder, taking his foreskin down. Exposing the wet little cock head. Peter shivers. "Man, sir, master, please" He begs. My boy groans. "Please, sir" I see his balls close to his body. Looking at my trembling boy, I feel great. I leave his boner alone for some minutes, stroking the smooth flesh of his chest. Twisting his not pierced nipple. Peter groans out loud, struggling in his bonds to get his little boy cock in touch with my hand again. "Please, sir, stroke my cock! Do it harder sir!" "Listen, boy, I have big plans with you, my boy. I will give you something to chew on till the time is right. Don't question my orders, my behavior, never do so, boy." I take his white boy briefs again, putting them to Peter's lips. "Take them boy, chew on them" Being a brave boy, he opens his small lips taking his own briefs into his mouth, as ordered. "Good boy" I stroke his nearly smooth boy cock again. Looking at his body reactions. My boy has a hard time. His little balls are close to his body. Licking my finger I put it between his butt cheeks. Touching his hidden rose, I feel his body shaking. "You are a virgin down there, boy?" Not able to speak Peter nods his eyes. His eyes wander to my man cock. Is my boy afraid, I wonder. I stroke his eager cock now with fast strokes. Looking him straight in the eyes. "In a few seconds, you will have permission to cum boy!" His young body is fighting his bonds. His teen hormones must be boiling in his horny body. I like that! What a sight! "I count down, boy... three" Taking my time coating his cock head with his own pre-cum "Two... hold back boy, make me proud!" I take my hand away! Peter gasps for air, tears in his eyes of frustration. "One" Taking his cock again. At the same time I stroke his tight smooth balls with my other hand. "GO, BOY, DO IT FOR ME!" Boy spits his briefs out. He cries out loud! "Yes, sir!" Out of control, a big load of fresh boy cum hits the olive skin of his smooth chest. Spurt after spurt leaves his wide-open piss slit. Heavy spurts of young teen cum hit his chest. It lands on his little boy nipples, and his own face. I leave him for some seconds. Stroking his smooth skin, bringing some cum to his small lips. Without question he opens them wide. Peter is eating his own cum eager from my fingers, sucking them clean. "Good boy" Peter smiles happy to me. Of course I have to feed him more... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- More? Comments or suggestions? Mail me at: Bchaim@hotmail.com