Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2020 22:12:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Joey Schiavo - slave boy Joey - installment 4

When he slept, Joey always dreamed about gymnastics.  He did in Bill
Scott's bed too.  He dreamed of being in competition and being in
contention for the all around championship.  The last apparatus he was
competing on was the still rings - one of his favorites.  In his dream,
he did a routine filled with difficulty, and moves he had never been able
to do.  His dismount - a 3 revolution somersault that he "stuck."  He was
on, and there was no question that he had won.  The crowd noise told him
that.
He had that dream over and over again. Then he felt Bill kiss him very
gently on the ear.  He  heard him whisper  "you're adorable Joey.  I hope
you decide to stay."  Then his dreams changed.  He dreamed of
graduation:  of being dressed in a blazer, and gray slacks.  A blue
shirt, a yellow necktie under his graduation robes, Bill in the audience,
standing up and applauding him.  He dreamed of a party afterwards:  Bill
, his folks, his sister, his mother, and he.  Him sitting next to Bill,
and Bill squeezing his leg under the table every now and then.    He woke
up smiling , to the smell of coffee.  He got out of bed and pulled on
some shorts.  He walked out to the kitchen, and he saw Bill, back turned
to him, shirtless, in some white shorts,  making coffee.

"Good morning,"  Joey said to Bill.  Bill turned around, and blushed
"OH, Joey, good morning,  Did you sleep well?"
"Like a baby Sir.  I can't remember sleeping better. "
"I'm so sorry that you saw me like this.  Let me go and put on my
shirt."  Joey was standing there, shirtless.  He had felt Bill's chest
hair against him last night, and he probably had seen it earlier, but
this was the first time he really took it all in:  Bill was hairy.  His
chest was covered with curly little hairs, salt and pepper, like the hair
on his head.

"Please Sir.  Don't put on your shirt.  At least not yet..."  Joey
smiled.  "I'm not wearing one, that's fair."
Bill still blushed.  "Joey, you're 20 years old.  I could probably be
your grandfather in another country."
"I don't think so Sir.  My grandfather wasn't as hot as you.  By a
longshot."
Bill looked at Joey and smiled.  "Are you flirting with me, young man?"
Joey smiled back.  "Maybe. "
"Sit down.  Coffee is almost ready.  How do you take it?"
"I don't know Sir.  I haven't had coffee..."
"Since you started gymnastics, right?  It was always water, or herb tea,
or fat free chicken broth.  No coffee.  It's a diuretic.  Makes you hold
water.  Hides the muscles."
Joey smiled.  "Some things don't change I guess."
"No, they don't.  This morning, you'll have coffee.  "  Bill paused.
"Straight up black is probably too strong for you, but try it.  I've got
cream and sugar. "
Joey grinned again.  "I know you have cream."  He pointed out his lips.
"Let me see if you have sugar."
Bill looked at him.  "Good Lord, I guess you had sweet dreams."  He came
over and kissed Joey.
"I had a real good one about you right before I woke up.  Started with me
dreaming that you kissed me and whispered in my ear before you got up."
"Well, THAT was no dream.  Do you remember what I whispered?"
Joey smiled.  "Yeah, I do.  But I'm not telling.  Not willingly anyway."
"Well, we'll come back to that."  Bill came over with a cup of black
coffee.  Taste it.  Joey took a sip and made a face.  "EWWWW.  You drink
that, Sir?"
"More of it than I should.  Let me get you some cream and sugar.  And
here's some sugar now."  He kissed Joey, then went and got the cream
pitcher and the sugar bowl.
"You sure you don't want me to put on my shirt?"
"Positive Sir.  You remind me sort of as my father..."
Bill rolled his eyes.
"BUT HOTTER.  MUCH HOTTER.  MY DAD'S NOT AS HOT AS YOU.  He's obese . And
bald.  And he farts at the table.  And he's always telling me to be
careful not to let "THEM FAGS" touch me."
Bill laughed.  "Then I guess we'd better not tell him about last night."
"At least not yet Sir."  Joey poured cream and stirred sugar into his
coffee.  "you know, this is better than Starbucks.  I'd steal a sip from
a classmate every now and then."
"Homemade is always better Joey.  You don't know how to make coffee I
guess?"
"No Sir."
"Well, then we'll put that on the afternoon agenda, because I always have
an afternoon cup.  It's easy."
Joey smiled.  "speaking of things I've learned.... I wonder if I could
practice something you taught me last night Sir."
"What's that?"
Joey didn't answer, but looked down at Bill's crotch and ran his tongue
around his lips.  Bill  laughed.
"Now THAT was funny Joey.  Maybe not this morning, but later?"
"Opportunity knocks Sir."
Bill sighed.   OK.  I'm not gonna say no to that offer."  He put his own
coffee down and pulled his shorts lower.  He was aroused, and Joey got
closer.  He kissed Bill's cockhead.
"Oh geez Joey, you didn't learn that from me."
"No Sir.  I wasn't completely truthful last night.  I watched some videos
before I came over.  Now, would you just let me practice?"
He slid his tongue down Bill's shaft and Bill had to admit:  if this were
Joey's first blowjob, he had natural talent.  He began to whisper  "fuck
yes.  And you're hot too."  Then  Billy took his whole cock in his
mouth.  It was still warm from the coffee, and Bill found himself getting
harder.  "
"Yes.  Yes, sweet boy, yes.  That's how it's done..."  Joey was new to
this, so he was noisier than someone who may have known more, but his
soft lips were wonderful.  He was very careful with his teeth, and his
tongue was amazing.  Bill began to thrust forward.

"OH GOD.  OH YES.  OH YES MY SWEET BOY. YES. "  It was difficult, but he
pushed Joey back and shot his load all over the kitchen floor. Joey
looked at him, puzzled.  "Did I do something wrong?  You pushed me back."
"Yes Joey, I did.  And this is important.  You don't know me very well,
and you're not swallowing.  Maybe not ever.  " He pulled a disappointed
looking Joey into his arms.  "First of all, sweetie, you may not like the
taste.  But second, and this is important, if you swallow the wrong
person, you could get very sick.  I'm not the wrong person, but you can't
get in the habit. Trust the man who reminds you of your father.. Except
where it comes to not letting fags touch you."

Joey smiled.  "Ok Sir.  I'm supposed to learn a lot this weekend, so I'll
listen.  Was I a good student?"
Bill looked at  him.  "Joey, you got an A+.  You're a fucking natural at
that.  Are you SURE you've never blown anyone before?"
"I'm sure Sir.  I'm just a quick learner when the teacher is a good one."
"Awww., and you're a silver tongued devil too young man.  Now listen, we
can eat something if you like, but I was planning to go to the gym, and I
usually do that on an empty stomach because it's mostly cardio I do on
Saturday.  You gonna put on something and come with me?  They won't let
us in the gym without shirts."
Joey looked relieved.  "YES SIR.  I missed the gym yesterday, and I
really missed it today. "

"Well, get on a t shirt or something.  It's two blocks away.  You'll be
my guest today."


The gym  in that residential neighborhood was fairly empty at that hour
of a Saturday, and they got adjoining treadmills for running.  Bill was
in good shape, and could do 3-5 miles at about 7 minutes.  Joey could run
a mile in 5:45.  And he could string 4-5 of them together, so he was
finished well before Bill.

"MOVE IT SLOW POKE"  He yelled at Bill, who just gave him a dirty look.
"Oh, are you gonna pay for that, young man."

When they finished the run, they stretched.  Or let's say Bill
stretched.  He had been a gymnast,  and he could still stretch better
than most men ten or fifteen years younger, but Joey... OH GEEZ.  "I'd
have to pick a gymnast to stretch with," he thought to himself,  as Joey
strutted his stuff.  The few people who were in the gym, were watching by
the time they were done.

Since Bill lived so close to the gym,  they hadn't brought anything to
change, so they walked home, sweaty.  When they got in the house, Bill
put his arm around Joey from behind.  "Get naked.  NOW."
Joey was a bit surprised but gulped  "Yes sir. "
When he was naked and Bill had thrown his clothes on the floor, he
ordered again.  "On the bed. On your back. " Joey complied, and Bill
climbed on top of him.  "We're gonna string a few things together."  He
bent down and kissed Joey, gradually forcing open his lips, so he could
French the young man like he had the night before.  Neither one of them
had shaved that morning, so Bills' bristles were sharp and clean, as he
began to maul Joey's neck.  "I better behave myself" he whispered
"Otherwise you're gonna have to explain a  hickey to your buds on
Monday."
"I don't care Sir.  That feels so good."  Bill knew better though, and
switched to nibbling Joey's ears.  While this was happening, Joey was
again aware of Bills chest hair.  Joey was shaved, and the chest hair was
really driving him crazy.  He wanted to bury his face into Bill's chest.
Then he felt Bill gently poke at his balls , with his bent knee.

"OOOOOH  SIR.  I didn't shoot this morning but now... OH FUCK.  OH...."
And he did shoot.  A whole lot more than Bill had that morning. "

"Luscious Joey. Absolutely luscious."

They showered after that.  One of Bill's idiosyncrasies was that he
couldn't share a shower with anyone, so much as Joey tried to get him in
the shower, they took separate washes.  While he was toweling off, Bill
looked at Joey.  "So.. I assume you brought some school books with you
this weekend.'

"Uh.  No Sir."
"NO?  No books?"
"No Sir."
Bill folded his arms.  "This is the last weekend that's acceptable Joey.
You bring your books from now on. Whatever subjects are giving you the
most trouble.  Now, let me see...are you taking English classes?"
"Yes Sir."
"Well, what book are you SUPPOSED to be reading?"
Joey told him that they were reading "Vanity Fair."
"Ok, that's on line.  Did you start it yet?"
"No Sir."
"Hmmm.  Ok, here's the deal. I have to go and look at three houses I
might be interested in buying and flipping.  You get that novel up on
line, and you get through the first 100 pages.  We're going to talk about
Becky when I get back."
Joey tried to flirt again.  "If I don't, are you gonna spank me Sir?"
"NO, but if you don't, I'm packing you up, bringing you back to school,
and I'm done. "

Bill was gone for 3 hours, and Joey got to page 150.

After he had satisfied Bill that he had absorbed enough about the novel,
he brought Joey into the kitchen to show him how to make the coffee.
While he was working.  He felt Joey put his arm around his middle.  Bill
smiled.  "Thank you, sweet boy. "
"Why are you thanking me Sir?"
"Just because.  Remember that I did.  One day, you'll know why."  He
kissed Joey on the cheek as they finished the coffee.  Then he tended to
making lunch.

"So, I remember college vaguely Joey, and I remember Saturday nights.
That's when all the jocks got smashed.  I don't want to take you from
that, so if you want to go and hang with your friends, I'll drive you,
and then I'll come pick you up."
Joey gave him a look as if he had been slapped.  "I can't stay with you
Sir?"
"You'd rather be with a 55 year old man than your buds?"
"Not any 55 year old man, Mr. Scott.  YOU.  I wanna spend it with you.
Can we go to a movie or something?"
Bill smiled.  "Of course we can. What did you want to see?"
Joey picked a movie that Bill knew he was gonna hate.  "Ok, that's fine.
See if we can get tickets."
And that's how Bill found himself sitting down in a movie theater,
watching a movie  his friends would have called " a bang bang shoot em
up," while Joey wrapped his foot around Bill's, pushed his shoe off, and
then moved his hand to Bill's crotch.  Joey leaned over and whispered
"you're even hot in the dark."

They went out to a Chinese restaurant after that.  Most of the food was
new to Joey, but noodles he knew.  Good Italian American boy that he was,
he knew noodles. "It's Chinese spaghetti."  Bill laughed.  "Not quite,
but if you like it, that's fine with me."    At the end of the meal, when
Joey cracked his fortune cookie, he smiled.  "Know what it says Sir:
"you need discipline and training."  Bill laughed harder.  "Well, that's
certainly true.  Now what does mine say?" He opened it up and blushed.

"Well?"

"It says  'you'll meet the man of your dreams soon' "

Neither of them said anything, as they headed home.  "You tired Joey? "
"Not quite yet, Sir.  I think I need some... attention. "
"Really?   What part of you needs most attention?"
"Oh, I think all of me, but my chest. Yeah, my chest can use a LOT of
attention."
"Well then, you get your shirt off as fast as you can, hot daddy will
strip down, and we'll see what we can do, bud."

Bill had something in mind.  Joey DID need discipline. Tonight he was
gonna start getting it.   He came into the bedroom, and Joey was already
naked, in bed, his cock standing at attention.  Bill gave him a look ,
and then went to his closet.  He came back with two neckties.  One had
lillies on it, the other, yellow tulips."

What are those for Sir?" Joey asked.
"Young man, they are for something ELSE you need to learn."  He pounced
on Joey and pinned him at the wrists. Joey was strong, but Bill did do
strength workouts too, and he held Joey down as he tied each wrist to the
bed.  Joey pulled

"HEY.  HEY.  I saw this in movies.  I didn't think anyone really did
it."
"Joey boy, we're gonna do it a lot... " Bill began to play with joey's
nipples, and Joey began to moan.  Bill smiled.  "Feels a lot different
when you're helpless doesn't it, Joey?'
"OH GOD, Yes sir.  Feels really different.  I don't think I've ever been
so hard."
Bill laughed.  "you're gonna be a whole lot harder boy.  You wait and
see.  He moved his mouth to one nipple, and his hand reached down and
cupped Joey's balls. He squeezed until he could see Joey was just
slightly uncomfortable.
"You know I could break those eggs, and you can't do anything"
"I know.  All I can do is scream, but..."
Bill looked at him.  "never got your jock in the wash today Joey... He
shoved it in Joey's mouth, and the scent drove Joey wild.  MMMMMMPH.
MMMMPH.   The young man struggled, but he didn't want Bill to stop.  And
Bill didn't.  He began stroking Joey's cock.

"I'm surprised you didn't lose it in the kitchen this morning Joey.  And
you didn't cum all day did you."
"MN MN"  Joey shook his head no.
"Two choices.  I can bring you off, or you can do yourself.  You wanna do
it?  Joey shook his head no.
"Want me to do it?"  A vigorous head shake YES.

"Ok sweet stuff.  BUT... I don't jerk a guy without kissing him, so let's
get rid of this.."
"OH YES SIR.  YOUR KISSES.  GOD YOUR KISSES."  While he frenched joey
again, he began sliding his hand back and forth on Joey's cock, getting
him harder than Joey thought possible.  Then, just when Joey thought he
was gonna shoot, he stopped.

"HEY.   Why'd you stop, Sir?"
"Because I want you to want it more, Joey."  He kissed Joey again, and
began another round of edging.  Again, he stopped right at the point
where Joey thought he couldn't hold it anymore.

"One more time Joey.  This one, we'll set the timer.  Three minutes.
Like a good old fashioned plank.  And this time, I wanna hear you MOAN..
"  Bill got back to work, and joey writhed.  The silk neckties were so
strong that even joey's muscles couldn't break free.  He looked at the
timer, and at two minutes, he thought he was gonna die.

"Sixty more seconds Joey.  Just one .. more... minute..."  Bill was
clearly enjoying himself, and began counting down at 10.  His strokes
were slower, and stronger, and Joey was right at the peak.

"Three... two... one..."

"FUUUUUUUUCK"  Joey screamed.  "OH GEEZ.  This is more intense than last
night.  FUUUUUUUCK. "  Bill had a big smile on his face, and he kissed
Joey one more time.

"Now you know what the best thing about tying a boy up is Joey?"
"What's that Sir?  Even better than that?"
"Well, for me, yes.  because now.... if i wanted to, oh, find out how
ticklish you were, I could."
NO.  NO SIR. NO.  My brother used to tickle me and I always peed.  NO..
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Bill was digging into Joey's sides and pits.

"If you pee Joey, you're gonna be up doing laundry.

"THEN STOP. PLEASE SIR.  I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU ASK.  ANYTHING.
'YOU GONNA DO YOUR HOMEWORK NEXT WEEK?'
"YES YES.  I PROMISE. ALL OF IT.  ON TIME. EVERY BIT OF IT ."
"You sure about that?"
'YES SIR. YES. "
Bill stopped.  He brushed Joey's sweaty hair out of his face.  "you know,
when Kevin sends me a boy, I'm always skeptical.  There are a lot of
pretty boys out there, and most of them are just plain air heads. " He
began untying Joey.  "I think this time, I hit the jackpot."

"Me too Sir.  I was scared to death.  I'm still a little scared.  But...
you're making this easy."
Bill whispered.  "The homework I'm gonna give you next week is gonna be
hard Joey.  Just know that."
Joey freaked a little.  Then he calmed down.  "Sir , everything you've
done, felt like I did it already.  I can handle it. "
"We'll see Joey, we'll see.  Because after you do that homework, there's
no turning back."
"What do you mean Sir?"
"We'll talk about it tomorrow. How about some sleep now?  " He rustled
Joey's hair.  "YOU'RE  the one who's making the coffee tomorrow, so you
better get some good sleep, because I'm cranky before my coffee, and when
I'm cranky.. I dispense spankings."

"Uh, I thought you wanted me to wake up early  Sir."
Bill laughed.  He hugged Joey thinking "he's taking to this like a duck
to water.  Maybe the cookie was right. "