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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true storyby: <Souillac2017 at protonmail.com>
Introduction (yes, Now!)
After a hearty, extended breakfast we sat outside in very skimpy shorts, watching the passing pedestrians and having the second pot of coffee. (The harsh comments about passing people are better not be repeated here) Damian arrived
alone by bus. Today not in jeans and t-shirt, but dressed Indian
style. With a Kurta (a light, long, button less shirt), light
beige trousers and his bare feet in brown leather sandals. He was
previously in the temple with his brother. "Now he has
to wait for me" Shanish said when he saw the well dressed
Damian coming up the slope. My lover begun in
a friendly tone: "Sa va - You look great in that garments".
I was confused by
the change of the voice. Raising an eyebrow I looked at Shanish.
Damian continued to the middle of the room and was halted with a "Stop! Stand up straight" commanded Shanish sharply. An astonishingly submissive "Yes, Shanish" came out of the middle of the room. "Turn and show all your glory" was the next order from Shanish. Another submissive, quieter "Yes, Shanish". Damian grew
taller because of the compliment and his pride. I was leaning
against the door post, watching in astonishment. When Damian again
looked at us after a few turns, Shanish asked, I didn't got what he meant and was completely lost now. Damian spoke
softly: The next demand from Shanish came: "Then take off your kurta - Now!" Blushing, Damian
looked at my lover first, then almost pleadingly into my eyes.
Shanish impatient: "Do it !" Still looking at
me, Damian fiddled at his blouse. "Hurry up
some!" "Please, be
gentle and careful, please. My body had to bear a lot today."
"It has to
be that way for this ceremonies, you know it!" Again this submissive "Yes, Shanish". I was somehow
expecting a "Sir". Damian
surrendered and obeyed: "Come here!"
Shanish said, still with a rough tone. Damian raised his
arms and moaned up slightly. Religious symbols
appeared. On each clamp
hung small chains, carrying a small, 2 inch short bar. They were the
reasons, why he had groaned often today. Damian had my
full sympathy now and I felt sorry for him. When I saw his
suffering body and slightly distorted face, I tried to absolve
myself of any guilt. I sought excuses for myself. Shanish's eyes
now looked much softer at Damian, than before when he had him
commanded. After taking the kurta off all the way, Shanish neatly
folded the kurta and placed it on the kitchen cabinet. Damian: "Oh
that feels so good after the rocky, bumpy bus ride yesterday. Shanish's hands
wandered down to the wool string around the waist and loosened
it, letting it drop to the floor. But the hands of
Shanish were already moving upwards the chest, toward the clamps
again. "aaaahhh..."
made Damian quite loud, as the clasp opened. Tenderly Shanish
pressed his palm on the maltreated nipple and held the chest for
a moment. Then the action was repeated at the other breast. Once
again this penetrating, shocking sound by Damian. Instead of an answer he got a tender, long kiss on his lips. The previously
agonizing, god-praising hangers were placed in their small,
velvet-lined box with devotion and awe. Since he knew
that I was interested in unknown things and liked to ask, he
released his lips from Damian and explained to me: Shanish took his
hands away of the breasts and kissed first on one, then on the
other knob. Damian had
already tensed and groaned under the hands before when Shanish
held his chest. But now, when his balls were in Shanish's hand,
Damian's bulge twitched as if he was cumming: "I'd rather
not do that, Petit la (Little one). Try to suppress. That would
really give you pain now. Let him free them first..." Damian's cramped
his ass cheeks hard, his steal hard cock stood vertically
upwards, the testicles caught in the too tight skin. "I'm no less
needy than you. I'm about to explode. Untie me at last, djimun!
Please!" Damian said at me directed. I knelt down in
front of him. Grasping his thighs I pushed them even further
apart and said: Like the day
before, I took his foreskin with two fingers. As he knew why, he
took over and kept his penis at his belly. Tenderly I lifted the
bulging sack. I took hold of the loose strings and lifted the
pack by pulling at them. Shanish stood
behind the chair. He pulled Damian's torso back until the
shoulder blades lay against the backrest and fixed Damian in this
position by placing his hands flat on the chest again. At that
same time Damain tried to sit more upright and moved his ass
further into the seat of the chair. But his balls were still
trapped by the ribbon which I held with my fingers. He came forward
again a little with his ass and repeated the move. In visible pain,
he squeezed out between his compressed lips: By a small move
he increased the tension in the ropes even more. He howled in
pain and then fell silent. Dumbfounded Shanish and I first looked at Damian, then looked at each other. Neither of us really understood the scene that just happened. Why does someone voluntarily inflict such much pain and himself down there? But one thing
seamed sure:
I began to untie
the knot of the friendship ribbon around his sack. The loosening
band made him shiver by the reduced tension to his skin. When I
unwound it completely and released his marbles, he shrieked and
jerked up. We observed
silently Damian's face and his reactions to his release. While
his balls sank back to their normal position, the only audible
sound was Damians breathing and a whimpering once in a while
during this process. The only movement
of Damians body was his leaking member, jerking up and down from
his belly, again and again. Damian gave my
Shanish a blowjob! I saw how the tongue did its work, teasing again and again the underside of the glans or licking the slit. Shanish stroked again over Damian's breasts with both hands and groaned every time he felt the lips on his shaft passing the edge of the glans. Still kneeling in
front of the chair, I started now stroking the inside of Damian's
open thighs. First the liberated balls had been hanging heavily
down, now they were rising inside the sack again by the
sensations. Shanish had begun
to help the mouth. He held the head with one hand still, moved
his piston out and in of Damian's lips - then it stayed in. I
could tell by Shanish's cramping ass muscles: Damian got the
protein he needed for his recovery injected. Meanwhile I had
continued to stroke his legs, but kept his suddenly spasmodically
twitching thighs forcibly spread. While Damian's
pipe was still dribbling, Shanish's and my hands met at
Damian's twitching tail. But because we
continued pressing him down and caressed his body, and stroked
tenderly his young penis with four hands, he squirted for the
second time soon. Less powerful and for the fact that he had just
come, after a short time. When he had recovered from his state of euphoria, he asked us: "Are you both crazy?" An innocent, as one voice, long "Whyyy ?" from us. "That was torture and redemption in one. And then, both of you touching my 'best bit', at the same time... YOUR four hands fondling me - I felt like I'm in heaven !" In a sad voice,
and stepping back from the chair with the naked young meat on it,
Shanish said: Damian was still
smiling contentedly and in a bliss and trying to calm down. Then
he sat upright on the chair and said to me: "You do not have to make yourself beautiful- you ARE" I remarked to him, smiling.
Since Damian had
already got up before sunrise for the ceremonies, I prepared some
sandwiches for a second breakfast. When Damian came out of the
shower I asked him to stay naked. Of course we sat
outside at my favourite spot on the terrace and ate. Naked as we
were. We did not care about rules, decency or morals, but we were
hidden from passers-by by the bushes. It was a relaxed atmosphere
and a good, casual talk about 'normal' topics while we ate. I
took the opportunity to question him about his feelings and
emotions. Chewing he replied, "After what you did to me earlier and now with the food and juice here: much better." "Okay, but that's not what I meant." I kept drilling:
I had specially enumerated everything in detail, so that he became aware of his nudity, shamelessness and also vulnerability. "You have
said: I look good ..." "mhmm, yes."
I murmured approvingly. "Uh - yes? I don't understand now? What, why? I told you that I want to learn ALL that from you!" "There was so much that was unfamiliar to you, there was something ugly, sinful, disgusting, and painful ... Would you still do it again? Or allow even more?" He looked at me
for a long time and I could see it working in his head.
He began an
unusually long speech for him: While Damian was
speaking, he had become agitated. "Well said and thought - and even done better!" I praised him. "Thus I didn't take you off guard, or taught and acted too quickly," I concluded. "No, it was totally okay, it was beautiful..." he started. Quieter and more
to himself: "And how did you feel when you were at the mercy of Shanish and me earlier on the chair in the kitchen? Pressed down and immobilized? To be touched everywhere and no chance to fight off this indecent hands", I probed further. "That was great. One of you at the top, one at the bottom abusing body. Me entirely in your power and at the mercy of both of you. - it was arousing and beautiful to be without my own will". "Then you like to be controlled, to be commanded? Then you like that others rule over you and may deny you your 'fun', your relief? Much more - of letting you suffer somehow and maybe even cause pain on you?" Damian was
obviously caught. The way he twitched, blushed and slid around on
his chair showed it.
He admitted
quietly with his head drooped, avoiding my eyes: I had already
suspected that. "Ok, listen.
You like being on display? Like the day when you presented
yourself totally naked to me? He looked at me with wide eyes, questioning and incredulous. Then he silently nodded, stood up and placed himself in the center of the gate, hands at his sides, eyes forward to the road, and waited. After I heard the bus droning uphill, he turned completely, presented his bare bottom to the street by this, and looked at me questioningly. He looked at me with wide eyes, questioning and incredulous. Then he silently nodded, stood up and placed himself in the center of the gate, hands relaxed to his sides, eyes forward to the road, and waited. After I had heard the bus droning uphill, he turned completely, presented his bare bottom to the street by this, and looked at me questioningly. Implying an applause with my hands, I pointed at an other chair next to me. He sat down, knowing that this chair would be seen first if someone came into the grounds. He did it without query or doubting me. "Place your chair a little away from the table and spread your legs - so anyone who comes in can see your genitals, your most secret parts until now.", I requested him. As if nothing
special had happened, I poured me another coffee, but my eyes
were on his face and body. Damian moved the
chair, sat down comfortably but with his legs spread wide. Next
he grabbed his pendants and made sure that everything was clearly
visible and nothing was jammed. Than he continued sipping at his
juice. He looked at me
for a long time while I 'scanned' his body with my eyes. These questions
got me totally off guard. I had expected an accusatory or
defensive remark. Because I had made him show himself to the
public in his birth suit - but afterwards such questions? Not continuing
this process, I murmured: Impatient and in all his nakedness, he stood on the garden path between the gate and the front door. Visible to all who passed outside. He put a finger between his teeth, made a pose like a shy girl and asked me cheekily, "Are you coming?" Inside the room I
intended to lay down on our bed. But Damain asked me to stop. He
sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled me closer to him
after. His eyes were
fixed to my pubic region. One of his hands reached out and he
already had my balls in his hand. Instead, Damian
just looked at my goods. Somehow he "weighed" my balls
in his careful hand, tentatively feeling each testicle
individually. He surprised me again when he stated pensive:
Damian laughed
heartily, obviously imagining this situation pictorially. Of course I tuned
into his laughter. Since my balls were still in his hand, he felt
their movements while I laughed. Picking up that
phrase, I asked him: "Do you know why?" Time for an
anatomy lesson for that innocent and uninformed boy. A good
moment to tell him more about this region of the body (ignored by
his parents) and to explain to him why the testicles "dance".
I guided him to feel very carefully at my spermatic cords behind
the skin of the stretched scrotum. With thumb and two fingers he
held one of my cords, at the same time he compared it with the
other hand it to his own cords. "Be careful! The strings also contains nerves. They give you the same feeling of testicles pain like when you squeeze the strings." "I noticed." Damian said and raised my whole sack to look at the underside. "um... ehh..." "Stop stuttering! What is it?" "May I... May I ask you to show me the underside?" he asked shy and kindly. "ah ... That's easy, isn't it? Just say it. Make room and let's change places". He got up and made room. I knelt on all
fours on the bed, my legs spread apart, presenting him my loose
hanging penis, scrotum and my backside. Like a bottom boy, which
I normally wasn't. Luckily my cock had stayed soft at all his
touching. "Oh - s... s
... sorry" he said in surprise. "No. No 'Sorry'. What happened? Explain it! You know now! Why did they moved upward?" "Because you was surprised and have tensed. And the tensing muscles inside your lower belly pulled your testicles up by their strings." "Correct and
well observed!" I praised Damian. His lips left me and he begged: "Please, touch me more, there!" I asked, puzzled, "Where?" "Mon cul, la. My buttocks, my ass" and he lay down on his belly, next to me on the sheet. Damian placed a pillow under his pelvis and his bottom was nicely accentuated. Extensively I
stroked only his lower back around the dimples and the pelvic
bones. Later I touched his moon halves and pleased the peach skin
with my fondling.. Gently I excited his complete lower side,
kneaded the bumm from time to time. My cheeky fingers began to
explore his crack and slowly went deeper and deeper, down into
the area of his hole. He lifted his pelvis high up and hissed only a long "Yessss...". "Lie down on
your back again, pull your legs up and give me more access to the
lower half of your body" I challenged him. I licked his hole
long and extensively, moistened it further and finally dared to
press a finger against his gatekeeper. The excited twitching got
a little weaker after some time and I took the chance: I pressed
my spit lubed fingertip into him at the appropriate moment up to
the first joint and held it still. Sharply he inhaled deeply and
let out a long "oh...oh...uuuuiiii" of pleasure,
cramping his sphincter shut. He vigorously rammed his sword into my mouth and unleashed his load. The shaft almost burst, the whole body pulsed, cramped. His head bent far back, his lips opened. Almost animal sounds escaped his stretched throat, while his milk erupted hard. When he finished
cumming, I tenderly took his legs, straightened them and motioned
for him to lie back and relax. Outstretched, whimpering and
completely out-of-this-world, he lay there with his eyes closed.
While I watched him closely, I did not comment or order him. Instead, I let him explore his own body and find the erogenous spots himself. Carefully he moved a finger from his scrotum over the perineum until it touched his anus, repeatedly caressing it. Suddenly he spasmed as if lightning had struck him. Hastily he took his hand away and fell down into the sheets powerless again. I left him to
himself and just watched him research and return. Purring like a
cat, he snuggled into my arms again. He opened his eyes: "So you liked THIS, too." I smiled. "sooo much... It's a pity I eja... ejaculated so fast. The end came much too fast for me. This sensational feelings should have lasted much longer...", he whispered, his hand again deep between his legs, but not on his cock. With a teacher's
voice I cautioned him: "Yes - it was nice, very nice, I have to admit. I wished you had gone on" and had his hand still low between his spread legs. "Are you fingering your hole again?" Caught, he pulled his hand out of the back of his lap and smiled sheepishly. "Go ahead if you like it," I encouraged him, glad that he was not ashamed, but had found another place on his body that gave him pleasure. "I... I...
yes..." and pulled his knees further up so he could reach
better and I could watch his actions. Giving him his own time, I sat close and watched Damian. After some
minutes he opened his eyes again, which closed had involuntarily
before, and looked at me: "I don't
know." I nearly laughed. Tenderly I
covered his hand with mine and stopped his movements, his finger
up to a knuckle deep inside his back door "But it feels sooo good.... especially when my finger touches there. It wants to get in ... It's like my finger belongs in there" I continued
caressing the hand which was giving him 'sinful' pleasures at his
'wrong' end. The necessary topic of 'hygiene' came up and I explained everything to Damian and the procedure of how a man cleans himself. Damians eyes and in-between questions showed me his curiosity, interest and understanding. "Now after you've told it to me ... I could've figured that out myself. Some I'm already doing when having my dump ... and the rest of the 'cleanup' down there is that simple and easy to do?" I answered
: "I think, I've to go and need to do something...." he grinned mischievously. "You want to
practice what I just told you?" With a quick
glance at the clock I made sure we still had enough time before
the others came back. "Don't keep asking me... I'll let you know if I don't want something," he reacted almost angrily. "I'm going to help you, as it's your first time. Maybe it's better ..." "Come on!" he laughed, "Women never go alone either." As we climbed the
stairs, I repeatedly pinched Damian's bare buttocks in front of
my eyes. . Every time he squeaked and jumped a bit. Naked as we
were we played catch through the house, on our way to the
cubicle. When we got to the bathroom area of the house, he breathlessly asked, "What now?" "Inside,
here" and held open the door to the French toilet. The water sprayer
was a medium sized rubber ball, bigger than my fist. Connected
was a small pipe with a removable small spray head at the end.
Disassembled it was like an anal shower, which you can buy in
shops. "No, not that. Or do you feel compelled to?", I laughed to relax the situation. "hmm... No. But how then... what...? what first?" questioned Damian helplessly.
Step by step we
went through this procedure and I explained Damian all the
necessary actions. After a moment,
while he squatted with the nozzle inside him, I said to
him: I did hear it and
smelled it: He did as he was told. "uffff .... Aaaagain?" "Yes. That was just the beginning! Do it until its doesn't smell anymore and only clear water comes out. Go on, fill the ball and put it back in. This time it will be a bit different." He plugged the nozzle into his anus again and emptied the ball into his guts. "Enough?" and wanted to stop. "One more full ball....," I requested. "Does it feel like you have to take a dump?" "No, but coooold", Damian laughed. "Go on then - another ballful." The water continued to flood his intestines. After a moment he groaned, "I... I think I'm full.... I guess... I must...." Quietly and
slowly I counted to five: "uuaa. Now I really have to shit. I feel like I ate a balloon. And its pressing hard....", he complained. "No. Please stand straight and wait another moment." "I don't know if I can wait" he pressed through his tightened lips and stood, his legs crossed to keep the water inside. "Please, Petit la, just a moment." His pleading eyes hurt me, so I went behind him, held him close to me and stroked alarmingly his upper torso, without putting any pressure on his belly. "But now,"
I released him and stepped away. His smile was beaming again and he wanted to dry himself off. I slowed him
down: There was more
room than just the two of us in the spacious cabin. Back in the room, lying on the bed, he took his hard cock aside and laid his hand between his thighs, stroking himself at his perineum and hole. "Now is safe to do so..." I encouraged him. -'So...
Continuing in the text' - I thought, "NEVER do anything while you are dry down there! You can injure yourself! The membranes inside you are not only very sensitive, but the walls of the intestines are easy to injure." He wanted to reach for the liquid, but I took his hand aside, warmed a drop of it in my hands and slowly smeared some around his anus. As I passed the center, one of my fingers almost penetrated a little.... "oh yeah..." was his reaction and a disappointed "ooh...nooo" as I took my hand away again to apply more gel to this virgin boy pussy. He pulled his
legs even higher and his pink target in the golden brown skin
shone straight up to me. I took his hand and pressed his finger
into the gel. Without further encouragement, he stroked himself
again and started to finger his rear entrance. His middle finger
penetrated the hole and went steadily deeper and deeper,
accompanied by pleasant moans. Surprisingly for
me (due to the first deep penetration there ever) without any
signs of discomfort. Really the opposite. Sliding along his finger, my finger penetrated deeper. Synchronously we moved our fingers in and out for some time. Damian breathed heavily, but was very relaxed otherwise and enjoyed. Then I bowed our fingers and pushed his fingertip up a little with my finger and let it stroke the inside of his gland. The friction on his prostate made him tremble and he sighed in short, higher tones. "The bump you feel now, is your prostate. It's also very sensitive for touches and caressing." "ye yeaah
yesss... it it is VERY sensitive", he said moaningly. I pulled our fingers out, took his hand and wiped the gel with a Kleenex, Damian wanted to protest. "Wait a
minute...", I stopped him. "Push a bit and relax again - like you squeeze when you poop." His sphincter
tensed, relaxed and let me enter finally. Three fingers! But he probably
wanted it very much, because he neither protested nor stopped me.
Or he thought: `It has to be that way!' and didn't wanted to
chicken out. My question at him whether he was ok was answered
silently with a nod and pinched eyes. So it was NOT ok. At least
not for me. I took Damian's
hand and put it between his legs while I disconnected my fingers
of his hole. He wanted to enter his pussy immediately with three, but even his thinner fingers didn't fit. Two were no problem and went deep inside, but three.... Apparently the
two were enough for him to have a good time, as he finger fucked
himself and growled with pleasure. When I was sure he was doing
well and he wouldn't force himself to went further, Regretfully, I
noticed after a swift search: Two fingers
buried firmly in his ass and obviously moving inside him, Damian
wanked like hell - I was afraid for his best piece. I addressed him: "Sweety, slow down. Time for the next stop and step!" Despite his heat and the flood of the hormones, he listened to me and slowed his masturbating movements. I held the fruits in front of his face, which he looked at without understanding. Grinning, I put a condom over the tip of the 'Ladyfinger' and unrolled the condom with obscene gestures and noises. Then I lubed the covered part and gave Damian the prepared fruit. With a somewhat uncomprehending expression, he took it and pointed to his hole with the tip and a questioning look. Not really
waiting for my reaction, he pressed the tip to his hole, pushing
the sheathed fruit slowly, but all at once, until the end of the
condom inside him. His eyes directed at me were smiling, but with
a determined expression. Damian pulled the
substitute back out of his hole and let it penetrate all the way
in again. He repeated this several times and felt audible
pleasure from it. While this was going on, I prepared the carrot
similarly and handed it to him. Bit by bit his
anus gave way and the sphincter relaxed. Slowly but surely, the
carrot stretched the entrance. When pulling it out he made "ooof" again, then pushed the carrot back in. Without pauses and in one, fluid move. Soon he was pumping in and out again. I was kneeling in the mattress in front of him, enjoying the action not far away of me eyes. His legs spread wide apart, his currently misused hole, the tight sack and the pulsating limb... Of course, this
hot view did not remain without consequences for me. Jerking my
own hard pole I nodded to him encouragingly: Still smiling at
me, his moaning changed into short, sharp, high screams and he
spread his legs even wider. His organ jerked up and down
frantically. Suddenly he inhaled deep, stopped breathing and then
he splashed his seeds onto his tummy. I cupped with my own hand
his hand which pressed the wrapped carrot deep inside him, and
held both motionless. I had suspected
and expected that. He wanted my pole to break his virginity.
Nevertheless, I had mixed feelings of pride, fear, happiness,
jealousy. Even though Shanish had given his okay... it was a
struggle inside me. "But I want it... I want it. I want YOURS. From YOU. I want YOU deep inside me!" Almost shocked, I stopped rubbing and let go of my pleasure stick. Fighting with myself I finally said: "Damian... " "Please... pleeeaaase do me! Now!", he begged hard. "No. Not now. If you still want, tomorrow or later this week. Don't be impatient. Your body has to get used to it first". "Should I do some homework again" he asked, pointed to the carrot and laughed. "Yes. Absolutely. But this homework won't be as easy or pleasant as the previous ones." "Oh - it doesn't matter. I like doing your kind of homework very much." As I knew that Shanish still had the small anal plug, I searched in the box under the bed and got it out. It was shiny black and had something like a artificial, glistening gem at the outer part. Again, some thing bigger than the carrot again, almost as wide as mine or Shanish's stake. When Damian saw
the plug, he got big and questioning, nearly fearful eyes: Serious and
emphatically I said: The words took
some time to sink into his weakened, cum-fogged brain. But then anxious again: "It looks so big!" "You trust
me, right? I'll be very careful, this time, too." "Have you ever played down there?" I asked him. "Not until now. That was always 'iiieeehh'. Had I known that it can be so nice... I'd have started earlier " I raised his legs
again, like at a toddler to change diapers, and cleaned the
excessive gel from his buttocks. Recognizing his position and the
situation he babbled laughing: I reacted: "Be a good baby boy. Daddy will make you look good now." "dadaaadadada" When he felt the
tip of the plug on his sphincter, he fell silent. The first part
went in easily, but then I had to press to impale him. Slowly,
but steadily I forced the cork into him. He had taken my free
hand and held on tightly. With a natural reaction, his sphincter closed and opened once and twice and the plug sat perfectly. I made sure the toy was in it's position, cleaned him again and said to Damian: "THAT stays that way now". "This is ... it feels really strange and huge. I feel full like I have to press... But it's also exciting, lewd. Can it really stay that way all the time?" "Yeah. Get
up, try to stand up straight and take a few steps." "Come to me
and show me your ass" "Fits well. Everything ok" and wiggled with a finger on the outer part, which made him to stand straight upright again. "huuaaa ... that caused sensations and excitement in me. Yes but ... Should I leave it inside now? How long should that stay there? Don't one notice that?" "Yes, it stays inside. As long as I say. No, if you have got used to it, nobody will notice." Resignedly he said: "I want to learn and you are my teacher and master. That's why I will obey you and do as you say and how you say". I became aware of the again used word "master" and made a mental note. With a laugh I
tapped on the sheet next to me: He made himself comfortable my arm, put his head on my shoulder, opened his legs and played around with his genitals. No, nothing sexual, exciting. He just felt comfortable, protected and enjoyed uninhibited atmosphere. Just playfully stroking his front and back body parts, not lingering anywhere, occasionally pressing on the gem. The connection in
this weak, unsteady mobile network finally established, I
arranged a meeting for lunch with Shanish. "Instead you could keep your birthday suit on... Shanish will like the view, too" It took a moment
for the suggestion to sink in. He must have been picturing it -
suddenly he chuckled and dared to lightly slap me on the tummy.
In response, I clasped both his marbles and began squeezing them.
Until, panting, he begged for mercy: Laughing it came out of the mobile: "You both seem to have a lot of fun" "ME(!) yes ... Damian at the moment in no way." I answered, also laughing. "Your BF is sooo mean to me! Ouch!" cried to the phone Damian.
After the call I looked briefly in Shanish's clothes and borrowed for Damian briefs, shorts and a loose falling muscle shirt. On the way out Damian saw a black leather dog collar hanging from the coat rack at the door. He took it and buckled it around his neck voluntarily in front of the mirror: "That fits on me now. I belong to you. I want to obey, master!" I could only wonder and asked astonished: "You belong me?" "Yes! I want to be your property. Yours... (hesitantly, quieter) ...and Shanish's. I would be very happy to serve you - both of you." To wait for Shanish, we sat down on the terrace. Every time Damian moved, the armholes opened and I could catch a glimpse of his bare skin and nipples inside his shirt. That's good, he should show his body to the others too. Shanish arrived, noticed smiling the barely concealing shirt that left nothing to the imagination, saw the collar around Damian's neck and asked me about it. All I meant was: "It was his idea. Damian has voluntarily degraded himself. He wants to show he's mine only and he obey me." Shanish's eyes flashed: "Only yours?" Damian interrupted our conversation: "Yes - ...No. Sorry, Sir. Of course yours too, Master. I'll also obey your orders. But the teachers role is only for him," and lowered his gaze. Quietly I said to Shan: "He's on the best way becoming a sub, you should feel for it." Shanish grabbed the eyelet for the leash on the collar. "No, you silly one. Not there." His hand drove into Damian's crotch and grasped the parts. "No. Not there either." At a loss, Shanish asked me: "Where else ?" "Try it in the back." With both hands
at the shorts he grabbed Damian's ass cheeks firmly. I asked him to "Feel more closely, and between the buttocks". He reached into Damian's pants, touched the naked halves of the moon and drove his fingers into the crack. When he noticed the plug, he pressed on the gem, causing the plug to move inside again. Damian moaned "Woah - Thank you, sir" "Oooh
there!" was Shanish's surprised reaction and caused some
sounds of Damian by wiggling at the plug end. He turned to
me: "Yes, he
wants to be fucked." I said bluntly. The previously
somewhat strict Shanish became very tender with Damian, pulling
him tightly into a cuddle and encircling one buttock with one
hand: Damian smiled
broadly and said happily, "You? - a man? Never. You will always be a toy!" laughed Shanish. Then: "Let's eat first. I'm hungry and thirsty after waiting so long for Pavan."
While we were eating out at the KFC in the next village, Shanish stuck a chicken leg in his mouth and made lewd movements with it, as if he were sucking on a cock. Damian burst out laughing and was reminded of the plug in his backside by the muscle contractions. "oops," it escaped him, wiggling back and forth on his seat to get the black thing back in position properly. "You'd better sit still or you're going to be embarrassed," Shanish remarked. "Or do you
want to share your orgasm with the people here?" Damian stopped
eating, sat up straight but bent his back forward and mumbled
Before Damian got
too aroused, Shanish let go, wiped his hands clean on a napkin,
pushed the edge of the shirt's fabric aside, took the hard pimple
between his lips, and licked the wart clean. Still trembling with excitement, but with a disappointed look on his face because of the quick ending, Damian continued to eat.
Steering with
only one hand, Shanish brought his preferred toy out of my pants
on the way home and fumbled around with my cock. "You better stop it - I may need him later with all his power and strength for Damian, since you said it is ok with you." I remarked. Hearing his name,
Damian shifted forward in the back seat, poked his head over the
backs of the front seats, and looked at us. He should really know by now how lewd Shanish and I are....
Arriving at Shanish's house, Shanish and I both got off the car with a full-hard in our pants and went to the house with a nice tent in front of us. Apologizing he still had work, Shanish winked at me and left off to the room which served as a office. Damian and I were hardly in our room, when Damian voluntarily undressed in the blink of an eye. Standing in front of me, he put a finger in the eyelet of the dog collar and pretended to be the innocent, little boy. I undressed extra slowly and folded my clothes awkwardly. He lay down impatiently on the bed with his legs spread invitingly, presenting his private parts and the false "jewel". An invitation
that I gladly accepted. I lay down next to him and stroked his
arm. I lifted my head, looked him deep in the eyes: "Do you like it?" Interrupting the
kiss he said softly, "You are so careful and tender". I detached my
body from his and knelt between his spread legs. I pulled a little
harder on the plug and it started to come out, but was stopped
again by Damian's sphincter at the largest diameter. Two of my
lubricated fingers penetrated him quickly and easily without any
problems. I held my fingers
motionless deep inside him and said: "I know
there is no going back. I am sure of it. I want YOU to be the one
to make me a man. - Yes, I'm a little scared of what's going to
happen, of the possible pain, yes. But I want it to happen NOW
and I want it to be YOU..." When I took my fingers out of him to lube up my dagger, his hole remained open again. Not only a bit, as before - this time clearly further. Lubricating my
stiffener to full hardness in front of his hole, I looked at his
face again. His gaze said it all and I got the answer of my
unspoken question. I touched the target with the tip of my rod.
For Damian, I took my time to sink in and watched him closely. He kept his eyes closed and was obviously just feeling. After a moment of waiting, I pushed further and was able to slowly intrude into him completely. Reaching the bottom, I paused. He opened his
eyes wide when I paused, hugged my upper body and pulled me to
him. "Yes, close your eyes and feel it." "I do feel ... good. It feels so nice. Me so happy!" "Really?" He still looked
at me, closed his eyes and confessed: "Well, now
you are broken. Your virginity is gone forever. Close your eyes
again and enjoy the fun that starts soon. There is nothing left
to fear. Soon it will only be nice" Inexperienced as
he was, he complained, "Oh no.... don't... don't leave me,"
-'Very good', I thought and urged all the way into him again. His twitching subsided again and I could slowly start to fuck him properly. He understood
quickly and responded to my movements: His inner muscles closed a little more and his breath became more violent. He moaned up loudly and it got wet between our bellies by his erupting sperm. Puzzled because of his body reaction he looked at me, but said nothing. Of course his pulsating muscles had an effect on me and I got close, too. I moved faster and more violently in him. I pushed myself hard and deep into him and coated his Intestines with my white liquid. His embrace was
intense again and he was searching my mouth with his lips. Our
tongues fought with each other, my cock deep inside him twitching
and spraying. Until suddenly he had another orgasm and it got wet
again between us. "Thank you" he sobbed again and again, overwhelmed by his feelings. He loosened the embrace - just to close it tight again, right away to support his shaking body, crying of sheer happiness. Making sure to
stay in him, I pushed myself up looking at him, and saw a
contented smile in his otherwise crying face.
"aaawww..."
formed his mouth and stayed open when my cock was all the way
out. He still had his legs wide open and I saw a white trail
emanating from the source of his previous pleasure. It left a
white line from his hole along the cleft of his ass. Damian asked and
grabbed behind his legs and wiped some of my drooling seed from
his anus, and held his fingers in front of his face. "Oh
that!" he laughed and wiped his finger off the Kleenex. -'Whaaat?'- I was
confused. I cleaned his bum, my eyes were tied to his still, at times twitching, open hole. A paper handkerchief, partially rolled up and pressed into his boypussy, took care of the remains of the mess. He lowered his legs, stretched them out relaxed on the bed and snuggled close to me. "Now... Finally... I am a man", he stated objectively. A second later he
started to cry again and his hormone-flooded body shook with
sobs. "...ejaculated..." I helped smiling. "...I felt
EVERYTHING. Your hot pole, the stretching of your skewer, your
shivers. Reassuring him, I
said: "It was also nice for me, yes, in deed. Fact is also:
We lay non-speaking, comfortably, closely for a while. I was gently caressing him to soothing him. He enjoyed the body contact and my closeness, dreaming and wordlessly. After a while, he remarked out of the blue, "You broke Shanish's too...!?" "Oh - was I? I dimly suspected, but I wasn't sure, as good as he was." I replied. "Didn't you
notice? But he had told me - and a some more. Yeah, you was very
gentle and Shanish must have enjoyed his first, like I did today.
That's why I knew a little bit what was going to happen. But to
get it explained by you, and so tenderly practiced by you - com
l'paradis {-> like heaven } Thank you" The thought that
I had also made Shanish a man was still ringing in me. And it
kind of scared me, as rough as it had happened, compared to
Damian's deflowering today. Further stroking his belly and
snuggling him, I asked: He pressed some
on my hand to feel my touchings better. I only thought:
But I didn't tell
Damian that, just: I sat up and
warned him in a very serious tone, He slapped me lightly on the upper arm. "Stop it... You know you've whetted my appetite. Appetite for more and I want more. More of YOU. Now that I know how beautiful the 'forbidden' and 'sinful' things can be". Glad to see the
situation relaxed, I played the angry man and said sharply: To immobilize him, I sat on his thighs and slapped his bum repeatedly. When he noticed that I wouldn't stop he gave in and endured the punishment defencelessly. After a few blows he even began to purr. But just as suddenly as I had started, I ended again. With a last, hard slap. He lifted his
previously buried face out of the pillows and looked at me:
Naked as he was,
he got up from the bed and walked through the whole house to the
office. Always endangered to be seen by Mama or Madam_La, or
possible visitors of the family. My lover looked
him up and down, made a gesture to Damian to turn once, and
chuckled afterwards: Not
understanding, Damian looked at him, "...or are you still not a man?" Shanish asked back a bit sharp. I had overheard the rest of the conversation on the way to the office. When I also
entered, Damian came up to me, hugged my waist, stood upright and
proud beside me and said: "Good, even
very good," and smiled thoughtfully. Damian beamed, "Great. I feel great, happy and grown up. Or did you mean THERE? Also great. A little empty and as if something is missing. It doesn't hurt or feel uncomfortable though." Then Shanish asked quietly, "Would you like me to help you get dressed?" "No thank
you. He should mainly have the honor of helping me this time.
Please assist him. ", Back in the
kitchen and with question marks in my eyes, I asked him: "The clothes are no problem. I can dress myself, of course. But when it comes to that jewellery, I need some help to attach it properly." "oook ... Then spread your legs" and I giggled. Damian: "That's not what I meant this time. But since YOU mention it, I think I'll add that kind of decoration too." "I think we will do without it for now. Your body is already excited enough today and very sensitive at the moment. Your dreams tonight will be hard enough to bear for you. So tied balls will not be any help.", I made him think. He went to his
folded clothes on the closet, took the box of 'decorations' and
handed me the red wool thread first. He sat on the edge of the
chair and requested me: "Really? Hmm, oook." I knelt in front of him and started wrapping the string tightly around the base until his genitals were slightly away from his body. He held my hand
tightly, saying: The first knot. I grabbed his
balls and stretched the scrotum, wrapped the string around him
further there, and separated his testicles from his cock. Nice
and tight, the testicles were now covered by the skin and
protruded clearly. He shivered and
pressed out between his lips: He carefully got
up from the chair, stretched, walked, squatted, moved. Sometimes
with a little "ouch" Tenderly, he
encircled the package with his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
After putting on the loose pants, he looked down at himself: He
had a distinct bulge in front of him in the folds. He gave me the first clip: "It will be easier to put them when you make my nipple hard first" he asked. Stroking, rubbing
and pinching quickly made the knob hard. As Shanish had done
before, I squeezed the skin of his chest so that the nipple stuck
out with a fold, and slowly closed the two halves of the
pliers. He lost a
tortured "yaaa...ouch... yesss" My treatment of his next nipple in the same way, caused him to moan this time. Tightening the clamp made him whimper loudly and he began to sob. Meanwhile,
Shanish had come into the kitchen and had been watching us. He looked closely at the nipple with the clamps, ran a fingernail over the part of the button that stuck out of the pliers, pressed the edge of the nail into the nipple. Damian shivered, winced, and begged, "Don't. Please don't... this... now... oaha" Shanish in a cutting tone, "Stand up straight!" his second hand on the other bar with charms. He suddenly pulled hard, almost tore at it. Damian cried out in pain, "oh lord, please...! Noooaah!" Shanish stopped torturing him and concluded, "All tight enough." Devilishly he added, "...and THE FUN I'll just put off until later". Devoutly, he took the kurta and held it above Damian's head so he could slip into it. As Damian raised his arms for Shanish to slip the robe over, Damian's face contorted in pain as the skin on his chest tightened but the nipples were clamped down. Shanish slid the shirt down and finally corrected the fit of the neckline and the folds of the shirt. Hurriedly, Damian thanked us, kissed us, bowed deeply to each of us, and ran as fast as he could with the jewellery to the bus.
I guess Damian was kind of happy to leave us for the day.
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