Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2021 22:13:07 +0100 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: It's More than a Game It's more than a game. By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Authoritarian/incest. Please let me know what you think, as always, I love compliments and suggestions, it makes me get the next story out faster. Thanks! If you have any comments or constructive criticism on how I can improve, please let me know. English is not my mother tongue, so we sometimes say things differently than in English-speaking countries. Support Nifty to keep this site open and free! ============ Introduction ============ I have to confess something. Me and my little brother Sammy were playing around. All boys do, but our relationship became very special, he was sixteen and still living at home and I was already twenty and living in Amsterdam. I came over for the weekend to take care of Sammy. Our parents were away for a short vacation. That afternoon I took Sammy to the park so we could toss a ball around. I looked at him, Sammy was a good looking boy. He was dressed for the occasion, wearing a pair very tight blue briefs. I knew this because he was wearing white shorts that were completely see-through! Sammy quickly tired of tossing the ball. "Jimmy, can we play our special game?" This was our 'kidnap game' we invented one day when he was much younger and I was babysitting him. I would play the man, chase him around, and when I caught him he would surrender. I would pretending to kidnap him. Now I asked, "Aren't you too old for that?" "No, I'm not! Can we please play the game?" asked Sammy again. "We can't play that here in a public park," I said and looked around. "Sure we can! Please?" Believe me, I can never resist him but it gave me a strange feeling. My little brother was cute and I had some idea of what role he longed for. Sammy acted always submissive to me. He followed me everywhere and seemed really attracted to me. "So are you ready yet boy," I said to him. He just looked at me puzzled, "Ready for what?" he replied. "C'mon Sammy, it's time to stop pretending. I know you want me. You were just waiting to have an excuse to get me." Sammy just stared at me, unsure of what to say. "It's cool boy, I'm your brother, but it's cool if you have a crush on me. I like to have sex a lot, but most boys around here are boring anyway." I guess it was time to come clean, but Sammy wasn't really sure if I was serious or if I was just joking. We've fooled around and played our 'kidnap game' before, but I never suggested something like this. It was just wrestling and innocent stuff. "Yeah, Jimmy, I really like your muscled body and I think you're a good brother. I want to make you happy." I answered, "Sweet boy, come here, you always makes me horny. I hope you are ready for me." I knew I liked to take charge of little guys like him. It seemed to me our 'Kidnap game' was his way to get bodily very close to me and experiment with his sexual needs. During the years I was convinced that Sammy was gay and would prefer to bottom and to get fucked. I knew at first, it had been just a school boy crush, but by now our 'kidnap game' had evolved into lust. Sammy always got hard and desperate to get his boner down, but failing. Just the knowledge that he was with me, the object of his desires and wet dreams, made him horny beyond words. Giving up every thought of hiding himself, he said to me, "I'm ready for everything you have in store for me." Hearing those words I thought about Sammy tied up, gagged, helpless. It would make a mighty fine sight. As I thought about it, I realized, I felt that compelling sexual energy that went through me when I thought about Sammy serving me. Normally when I do have the opportunity to have sex, I like submissive boys. How restless I had searched and seldom found it. My own brother volunteered, he was ready! I knew Sammy loved to please me. He would do whatever I like, no limits, just get him! When I left home, Amsterdam opened my eyes, and my jeans. I discovered a whole new world which revolved around the gay clubs and bars. I learned the delights of man-on-man sex, and I partied hard. My young athlete's body drew boys to me like moths to a flame, and I loved it. It was amazing to see all these hot young bottoms wanted a dominant top. I was still young myself and fucked around, but didn't want to just fuck a teen boy. I wanted to dominate them, to be a real top, even a Master to them. I soon discovered that young boys loved it and were happy to submit to my wishes. Some of them, barely legal, looked like my little brother, although they were more street-wise. I left my brother out of it, too close, too scary, but deep down I knew I wanted Sammy. The key to being a dominant top is not role playing. I'm a dominant pure and simple. I am dominant guy all the way, but could Sammy handle that? Don't get me wrong that doesn't mean I am a cruel or mean, I like to enslave a boy. I am in charge, my partner surrenders, no limits. Most slave boys love the pain and their submission. Of course I thought about Sammy a lot. Our game had not only brought out his desires, my desires to overwhelm him had also surfaced. Shit, I'd often thought of using and fucking him, but I'd never done it. I thought that Sammy tied up, gagged, helpless, would make a mighty fine sight. I would serve his ass good and as I thought about it, I felt that compelling sexual energy that I needed to make him my slave boy. I liked Sammy's submissive attitude. I knew Sammy loved to please me. He would do whatever I liked, and no limits which was important to me, but till now we never had real sex. I considered the endless possibilities, get the picture, I spray my cum on his face and make him lick it up. That's always a good start. He will lick my balls and moan in ecstasy as he did. I could fuck his tight little ass and have him squeal and shudder with his own climax. I will have him on his knees, sucking my cock. And there would me more, much more, as my willing slave boy, Sammy would take it. And as my mind raced at the possibilities that lay ahead of me, I knew all of my dreams could come true. I became addicted to the endless possibilities this offered but there was nothing better than Sammy who was still in puberty. Sammy was a boy at the end of his childhood, compact and perfect, a teen and still a boy, his balls dropped and he could cum. I saw him in the shower wanking his dick. Sure, I was convinced Sammy was assaulted by new sexual sensations, but the boy didn't know what to do about it, so he challenged me. Bingo, I felt his desire to be touched, to be overwhelmed and forced to surrender. I saw him naked and the little bit of hair that grew above his growing dick. It grew slowly everywhere, his pit hair, the soft facial hairs, the little hairs on his legs. Sammy stinks as a teen. He grows, he lusts for sex. He needed me! Normally Sammy was so silent, so invisible, but playing our game made it all acceptable and I knew he was ready. Now in the park, Sammy want to play the 'kidnap game' with me, he offered himself willingly, so I reluctantly agreed. "Yeah!" Sammy yelled as he ran off. I had my doubts but chased after him, running slowly enough so that I didn't catch him right away. After a few minutes, I finally caught him. I grabbed his leg and said, "You are my victim." Sammy laughed as I pulled off his sneakers and took the shoelaces and tossed his sneakers away. I let him run away, keeping the laces and chased him again. When I caught him I said, "I'm gonna take your shirt!" and pulled his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it away. As my lips touched his smooth skin, we both felt his excitement. Sammy ran away again and I continued to give chase. I caught up with him again, this time pulling his shorts off. He laughed and ran off, now wearing only his briefs. I also noticed that he had a boner tenting his underwear. I looked around and noticed that a few teens in the park were clearly watching Sammy as ran around in his briefs. I chased my little brother and caught him, "You're not going anywhere, baby," I said solemnly, he answered with a curious smile, "You are going to take care of me all the way?" I looked him in the eyes. "I will do everything you say from now on. I want to do this!" He was ready and he knew it! I hold him down and whispered, "Oh, god, Sammy, you are a sweet boy. You're going to be the happiest boy in the world. I know what kind of boy you really are, what kind of lover you really want to be. Don't tell me I'm wrong. I'm going to use you solely to please me." I paused. "Happy with that?" My question actually was genuine, but with just enough of a masterly tone to make him vulnerable. Sammy pressed his crotch into my body but I stopped him, "This is as far as we can go here in the park, sunshine. It impossible to do it my way here." Well, I had already my plan for him. I wanted to take things a step further, much further. We did innocent things before and sometimes I would dry hump him somewhere behind the bushes, it was part of our 'kidnap game', kid stuff. Today was different, now Sammy was a legal teen, just sixteen, but still a boy and I knew how to take care of boys who needed it. I was horny and my little brother looked as hot in his too tight shorts, white T-shirt and red tracksuit jacket as I'd imagined. I smiled, he would be soon naked as we came home from the park. It was a short drive and soon were in the garage. Sammy stood next to my car and I looked at him and silently commanded him to come to me. After a brief hesitation, he looked down, then slowly stepped up to me. When he got close to me, he looked up and said, "I want to play some more." I nodded, "Remember, this is still our 'kidnap game' so you are my victim." Sammy smiled, "Yes, Jimmy, oh yes, I know. I'm your victim and you are in charge. I'll do anything you want. Anything. I will do anything to make you happy." I asked him teasingly, "Don't you want to be set free? Back to your friends?" I laughed softly at his surprised face. He was so cute, so eager to continue. I warned him, "Well, I'm in charge, and I have to tie you up if you resist me." One way or another, the time was right, this afternoon I brought out in Sammy the obedient, subservient boy. He wanted to be controlled, our dreams matched. "I own you..." I said, "Show me your respect!" Sammy dropped to his knees and firmly kissed the denim-clad bulge that held my swollen cock. He kissed my bulge again and again, his lips pressing deep into my meat. "Thank you, Jimmy. Thank you. I'm so happy." He paused for only a moment and added, "I'm all yours, Jimmy. Show me how to please you." I pushed him slowly away and ordered, "Get me a beer." Sammy turned away and mumbled something. I asked sternly, "What did you say, boy?" Sammy turned to me and replied, "Yes, Jimmy." That one was going to cost him, my boys use the right words. I decided to get to the point, "You will address me as 'Sir' and show me the proper respect." and he smiled happy and said, "Yes, Sir!" Sammy brought me my beer. Drinking it I asked Sammy, "Where is the dog's collar?" He looked puzzled and I explained, "The one you used this morning to walk the dog." Sammy answered, "In the hall, Sir." I told him, "Go and put it on yourself, and leave your T-shirt there. Without a word, Sammy turned and went to the hall. I followed him and saw he took off his shirt. He got out the dog collar and carefully fastened it around his neck. He put his jack back on. I watched him, as Sammy walked back to me, to find out what I had in store for him. My little brother looked almost cocky with his dog collar. I ran an appreciative hand down his chest, he closed his eyes and purred happily. "Sammy boy. We will continue our game, but this time everything will be different. I'm now your Master. I can be nice to my boys, I only have to be mean when you need it." He nodded, "Yes Sir." There was a deep silence, before I asked Sammy, "Do you shave your balls?" He was totally taken by surprise by my unexpected question. "No, of course not!" he replied, he sounded like he was very proud of his public hairs. I was pleased, but not for that reason. "Your dick?" I asked. "No, no..." I pressed on, "Your cute little ass?" he mumbled, "No, Sir." I smiled, "Good, boy. You saved them for me to do, that's a good boy." I saw his disappointment and said, "Don't worry Sammy, you are my boy now and I will take care of it. Sammy, relax, I will take care of everything. You are a submissive boy, but you must know that I like submissive boys who are willing and able to stretch their limits just like a cock stretches an virgin asshole. Are you willing to do as I command and are you willing to stretch your limits?" Sammy nodded his head and said, "Yes, Sir." I asked him what types of sexual acts he had been involved in and I was not surprised to hear he was a virgin. I was asked what types of things he had fantasized about, but hadn't yet participated in. Sammy stammered, but was honest. Sammy told me he got turned on by the idea of being forced to submit to another man entirely, so the idea of a man using him turned him on. But that was just it, in fantasy, it was a thrill, in reality he never did anything. He was uncomfortable about it, but answered me with complete honesty. I had a lot more simple questions for him. I asked him, "Your briefs are new?" and he smiled, "No sir, it's an old pair, they fit tight but clean." I said, "Lucky for you that they're clean, they'll make a good gag if you get too loud." With my left hand I reached down the right side of his shorts and pulled up on his briefs until I could curl my fingers under and through the leg hole. I held my hand high enough that I could tell his briefs were pressing tightly on his boy balls. He groaned softly but I didn't care, I had to show him who's boss. I tested him and told him, "Give me your briefs, boy." He looked down and suddenly felt shy. Sammy turned his back to me and peeled down the shorts and briefs, keeping one hand covering his boy dick as he handed them off. Sammy felt shy about showing his hard boy dick, so instead he was displaying my bare ass to me. I pressed him down and bowed over the now kneeling boy. I smacked Sammy's left ass cheek with the palm of my strong right hand, making a sound almost like a gunshot when my hand made contact with the firm flesh of his naked buttocks. Sammy let out a yelp, muffled by my other hand quickly covering his mouth. Sammy crawled onto the floor, kneeling close to my crotch. I ordered, "Lift your face and kiss your new god." Hearing my soft words, Sammy raised his head slightly and met the bulge in my jeans head-on. Truly understanding the meaning of my words, he leaned forward and gently and reverently kissed the bulge. "Good boy," I said, looking down at him. Sammy glanced upward, past my prominent manhood, past my tight abs, past his broad and powerful chest, to meet my gaze. He just smiled, happier beyond words that I called him 'a good boy'. And I knew instinctively how happy that made my little brother. I shoved his briefs into my hip pocket and told him, "I will save these. We might need them later." I ordered him, "Get up," Sammy did as ordered. I explained, "Sammy, being my boy you stand straight, keep your legs wide apart, put both your hands in your neck and your torso into a straight position. Eyes straight ahead." And while he assumed the position it was possible to inspect him, his firm ass and well as the dangling boy balls and hard little dick. I did not hesitate to put a couple of finger into his exposed ass crack and gave his boy balls a solid grip. Suddenly turned and walked to the door, "Where are you going?" I asked. "Um, to the bathroom, Sir" he said, frozen in mid step, looking back at me. "I don't remember giving you permission to leave, boy." "Sorry, Sir," he said as he turned back and assumed the position again. "That's better," I said, as I grabbed hold of his dick. "Um, Sir," he shivered, "Do you have a problem?" I asked. "No, Sir." I smiled at him "Good boy. Why are you eyeballing me for?" Sammy blushed, "Sorry, Sir," he said as he instantly looked straight ahead. "That's better," I said as I started to slowly stroke his boy dick firmer. "This is how this is going to work. I am going to stroke your little dick and you are going to tell me when you think you are about to cum. Is that understood?" "Yes, Sir" replied Sammy somewhat lost in his excitement. "If you cum without my permission then this is all over, and you don't want that now, do you?" He groaned, "No, Sir!" I continued to stroke his dick, until he told me he wanted to cum. I let his dick go and waited for the feeling to pass. When I noticed his dick started to soften I started to slow stroke him again. Sammy's dick hardened again, and again I waited until he told me he was going to cum. I let his dick go again and waited. I did this four or five times and by now he was sweating profusely. On the last time he begged me to let him cum, and without saying anything to him I stroked him until he came. Sammy let out an almighty bellow and collapsed to the floor as he shot hot cum halfway across the garage. I snapped, "Did I tell you, you could cum?" "Um, no Sir," he said, as he stood and took position again. "Right, then from now on. You do not cum without my permission. Is that understood?" I growled quietly. "Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir." I made him to lick the floor clean and asked him "Why did you need the bathroom?" Sammy answered, "I had to piss really badly, Sir." I looked up at him and asked if he still had to piss. Sammy said "Yes, Sir" hoping I would let him go. Instead I just looked at him. "You must not have to go too bad. I don't see any wet spot on your shorts. You're going to have to convince me that you have to piss." There was complete silence. I began to smile at him, it really made him feel uneasy. Sammy stood there and then suddenly he lost control. Sammy's cock started to drip, the drops shattered on the floor. He wanted to run, but I stopped him, "Its too late for that, boy... you already peed on the floor." I grabbed his crotch and squeezed and I brought my wet hand to his boy face and rubbed the wetness into his nose. Sammy couldn't believe it, but he felt a strong urge to piss, thought about fighting it but realized he couldn't. Suddenly a little must have come out. He was holding it, but soon he was pissing more, as I watched him. I saw his release and the flow of piss gushed out. I looked at him, "Well boy, you know what to do." This was a lot more than what he thought he could handle. He kept looking back and forth between me and the piss in front of him. I top stood there, inflexible. I was not joking, this was a test and I waited for the results. The boy had no choice. Focusing on his own horniness, Sammy put his hands in the puddle and leaned down. He had to repress a gag-reflex as his tongue touched the floor. I knew the immediate taste was salty and bitter, but the familiar flavour of his own cum was still present. Sammy could do this! He started to lick the piss-cum mix eagerly, his chin, lips and nose bathing in piss. I praised him, "Good, boy!" and I took his shoelaces and handed them to him quietly, he was almost quivering with anticipation as I ordered, "Go into the bathroom and tie this around your balls. Not your dick, just your balls. When we get to my room, I'm going to hang some weights from it. If the lace falls off, or the knot comes untied, then I'm going to tie it around your balls, you don't like that." Sammy stared at me a moment, and said, "Yes, Sir." as a willing obedient boy and turned around and walked slowly toward the bathroom. When Sammy came back, we walked a bit strange. "That reminds me," I exclaimed, "I have a little present for you!" With that I pulled a small wrapped box out of my pocket. "This is for you, little brother," I said and kissed his nose. "Thanks, sir," said Sammy, as he unwrapped his gift. He opened the box and pulled out a fine set of tit clamps I bought. Unlike most clamps, which just have small nubs on either jaw, these clamps had flat ends, maybe a quarter of an inch wide, with very fine teeth, perfect for getting a good grip on a young boy like him. "Here," I said, reaching for them, "Let me help put them on." Sammy handed the clamps to me and stood there obediently as I fastened a clamp around his right nipple. He sucked in his breath as the teeth bit into his skin. "The teeth will loosen up a little, with time," I remarked, "Or else you'll get used to them." With that I fastened the other clamp onto Sammy's left nipple. I slowly pulled on the chain connecting the clamps. Sammy's nipples pulled out from his boy chest, and the teeth held. I pulled further and Sammy started thrusting his chest toward me. I put my other palm on his chest, to prevent him from moving, and pulled again. "They'll do," I said, releasing the chain. "Come with me," I said, suddenly and I announced, "I'm a bit hungry. Let's go get a bite." Sammy looked at me. "You have a good body," I said, "let's show it off." I handled him his shorts and a trainings jacket and took hold of the chain connecting Sammy's tits and gave a gentle tug to get Sammy to follow me willingly. Well, maybe I was not so gentle; Sammy gave a slight shout. I turned and glared at him. "Sorry, Sir," he said, meekly, and hung his head in shame. I told him to follow me and headed down the street to a late-night Japanese place. The shop was a bit crowded with mostly teens, but I managed to find us a small table. A couple of teens had given us strange looks when we had come in, and I could see a couple others pointing at us and talking. Maybe she recognized us, or especially Sammy from school or from the football club. After we were settled, I got out a ten euro note and told Sammy to get me an order of Sushi and a Coke Zero and to get himself whatever he wanted. Sammy started whining softly about being seen with just his jacket on, so I stuck out my hand and told him, "So you don't like wearing your jacket? Give it to me." Sammy looked at me in horror. I repeated softly, "Give me the jacket. You don't like it, so I'll take it." Sammy hesitated, so I repeated, "Now boy. Give it to me." Sammy slowly took of the jacket and handed it to me. He slowly stood up. Now even more people were looking at him, standing there with no shirt on and a set of tit clamps biting into his tits. Sammy walked over to stand in line to order. I will say that I was proud of him; he could tell people were talking about him, but he completely ignored it. I was proud of my little brother but he had whined to me, his older brother and Master, and that had to be punished. Sammy took his punishment like a man. While he was waiting to order, I saw a boy stop to ask him something. He turned and gestured to me and said something. Shortly thereafter, Sammy came back carrying our food. I asked him what had happened. Sammy said, "The boy asked me why I didn't have a shirt on. I told him I had complained about my jacket, so you had made me take it off." I nodded and told Sammy that he'd still have to be punished when we got back for whining at me. Sammy looked penitent, but I still decided my boy needed to be punished. We finished out food and got up to leave. I handed the jacket to Sammy and said, "Here, put this on. It's getting late and it is cold out." Sometimes I am a kind and understanding Master. Sammy thanked me, then put on the jacket and followed me out of the shop. We walked the block and went in. As we stood in the hallway, I began rubbing Sammy's chest, and he began purring. I put my arms around him and started hugging him. I pressed my lips against his, and his mouth opened as I thrust my tongue forward. After we had kissed I released him, "Welcome home." I explained the kidnap game was over, that this was not a game anymore but his training to become a submissive boy and maybe later my servant and slave boy. "I hope you understand why you will have rules like a ten-year-old. It's because you were whining like one." This information just made him afraid, but his dick betrayed him, revealing his secret desire to submit to me and be my boy. And there was no way he could hide his growing dick. Seeing it stick out from his body, I laughed, suddenly I remembered a passage that I had read in a mail from older Master 'Training your Sub boy' I had read and reread it. I couldn't help thinking of that passage as I asked this Master about training little Sammy. 'You should know that It takes a while to find out that an eager, happy submissive boy like your little brother Sammy makes him a much better slave. I'm using the word submissive boy but you understand slave boys have to be volunteers. The boys serving you can only think of pleasing you, he is servicing you and he is excited by the shear humiliation of it all. I'm writing this so your boy can work towards the acceptance of who and what he is. If he is really a sub boy there's nothing he can do to stop that or you from controlling his entire life. Give him rules to obey, fighting your rules will only cause misery and discontent. Your sub boy will never be satisfied with his life not matter what, unless he acknowledge that he was born to serve you.' Now I said to Sammy, "Boy, I'm amazed by how eager you are to be trained. Once you become a disciplined slave, you'll be happy. So I'll tell you what you'll do and where you'll do it. Now stand up straight." Sammy did, "From now on I am in charge! Understand, little boy?" I paused and asked him, "Tell me what you really want, boy." Sammy swallowed and said, "Jimmy... Sir, I want you to be in charge. I want to be your little brother and boy in every way. I want to obey you, serve you..." Sammy blushed and mumbled the last words, "... serve you sexually." I smiled at him, "Good boy, I set the rules. I will tell you my basic house rules, memorize them and follow them." Sammy was a good boy. "Our parents are away, I'm in charge of everything. You will be naked at all times regardless of who is present. You has to be clean shaven smooth from the neck down. You are responsible for taking all my cum, but you are not allowed to cum without my direct permission and supervision." I smiled again and waited for his reply. The was a little panic that showed on Sammy's face, it was priceless. "But, my friends..." Sammy wanted to say more and object but knew better to not say another word. "You shut up and just listen to me," I said plainly and without anger. "If I want you talk, I'll make it clear with a direct question. Understand?" "Yes Sir." he replied softly. "I didn't hear you boy, speak up for your Master!" he said more forcefully. "Yes Sir!" This time he answered me more loudly. "I decide everything, so I will think about your little friends, maybe some of them can join the fun. Anyhow you can't see them alone and without my approval. You don't stroll into the backyard without me, I will tell you what to wear or not wear. That little exhibitionism you did earlier tonight at the Japanese restaurant was just the beginning!" He shook his head in disbelief, but I knew the truth, this is what he wanted and needed. End of part one, thanks for reading! groeiutrecht@gmail.com Support Nifty to keep this site open and free!