Date: Mon, 8 May 2017 22:19:37 +0200
From: Ouranos Utrecht <groeiutrecht@gmail.com>
Subject: The honey seekers Part 2

The honey-seekers Part 2
William and Jonathan.

By Chaim
This story is fiction.


"Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises
some pretty interesting questions." Woody Allen

Thanks for your reactions on the first part!
groeiutrecht@gmail.com


Jonathan smiled and handed William his undies. William got dressed and then
said, "This is the most fun I've ever had, Jonathan. Can we do it again?"

"Sure, William, I liked the game too. Why don't you come over here
tomorrow. I need time to think of all kinds of new orders."

"Yeah, that'll be great! I can't wait."

"Oh, and William, there's one more rule to this game."

"What's that?"

"You can't tell anybody else about it, okay?"

"Yes. I'm real good at keeping secrets. Goodbye, Jonathan. See you
tomorrow."


Part 2

William couldn't fall asleep that night. He was so excited about going over
to Jonathan's house. Jonathan had said that they'd be doing new things,
different things, but William wanted to do a lot of the things from last
time all over again. He wanted to play the Slave Game again. He wanted to
take off all his clothes and run naked from room to room, and jump naked up
and down on the bed. He wanted to say "fuck" and "shit", like the big boys
at school. William wanted to play, cherished and protected. To surrender to
him, that big beautiful fine man.

He wanted feel little and being mature at the same time, to sit in
Jonathan's lap again and feel cuddled and loved and important and safe
and... of course, secretly, de wanted to touch Jonathan's cock. William
wondered what new things they would do. Jonathan also had promised to teach
him how to wrestle, so he could improve his boy muscles.

William finally fall asleep and had wonderful dreams about Jonathan and the
things they did together. The next morning he discovered the front of his
boxers were all sticky. Lately, his boxers had often had that stuff in
them. William threw them into the laundry hamper and got dressed, putting
his tight boy briefs, soccer shorts, T shirt and the socks he got from
Jonathan and his sneakers. He ate his breakfast and played a game on the
computer until lunch. Jonathan had told him to come after lunch. William
couldn't wait.

William grabbed his skateboard and his baseball cap and told his mom he was
going out to play.

He took off running.


Jonathan opened the door, and little William stood in front of him
panting. His heart was racing.

"How, little friend. Slow down. We got a lot of time. Come on in and let's
sit down and relax."

Jonathan had a blue sleeveless shirt on and sweat pants. He wore
sandals. He led William into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Come sit on my lap, boy, and settle down."

William climbed up on to Jonathan's lap and rested his head on his broad
chest. He purred like a cat and whispered, "I'm not only your boy."

Jonathan smiled at him, "No, of course not."

"I'm your slave boy."

He grinned and Jonathan chuckled, "You liked the game, don't you?"

"Yes, I did!"

William had waited almost a week to play again.

"And did you remember the last rule I told you, William?"

"Yes, you told me not to tell anybody, and I didn't tell, honestly."

Jonathan hugged him tighter. William could feel Jonathan's cock starting to
throb under his little thighs.

"Can I take my clothes off now, please? I wanted to be naked, it's hot in
here."

It was hot, but that wasn't the reason William wanted to get bare assed. He
knew that this man liked to watch him naked and around.

"Sure, boy."

William protested.

"Oh, sorry, yes, slave boy, I order you to take off your clothes.  But you
must take them off real slow. How slow can you take them off?"

William grinned, "Re-e-e-al slow."

"Okay, I'll time you, so you better be good."

William smiled, he could do that, he stood up and slowly bent down and
carefully untied one shoe. He always kicked his shoes off, but Jonathan was
timing him so he slowly untied the lace, loosened it and then slipped his
foot out. He started giggling but started with a sock.

"Okay, very good, slave boy, nice and slow. Leave the socks, I like them on
you."

William stood up and tried to take his cap off slowly, but couldn't figure
out how to make that part longer. He pushed his T shirt up, gathering it in
folds exposing his belly button and then his sweet little chest, exposed
his little nipples slowly. William held his T shirt with one hand and
pulled his other arm out real slow. He pushed it over his head and finally
slid it ever so slowly down the last arm.

"You are doing a good job, slave boy."

William had to get out of those soccer shorts but he wanted to do it
slow. He wished now he had worn his long jeans instead of his shorts
because that would take longer, but he slowly lowered the waistband below
his ass, then sat on the floor in his underwear and slowly took each leg
out of his shorts. William stood up again and stretched his body. All he
had to do was take down his undies and he'd be naked. That was what William
was waiting for, the freedom of being naked in this wonderful house. So he
put both thumbs in his waistband and slowly pushed down.

William grinned at Jonathan as the top of his little cock came into
view. He turned and showed the man his ass rising over the cotton. Jonathan
craned his neck around in time to see William's penis popping out. William
pointed his ass at Jonathan as he pushed the briefs down to his ankles and
stepped out. He grabbed his sock covered ankles and stood like he had the
last time, ass in the air exposing his boy butt to Jonathan.

"You remembered that position. You are a good slave boy."

Jonathan applauded.

"And it took you eleven whole minutes. Good for you. I could never take
that long."

"Really?"

William stood up. He came over and took Jonathan's mobile phone.

"Let's see! I'll time you."

"Oh boy, now I'm the slave boy,"

Jonathan stood up and began to lift his shirt up. He followed William's
example, first exposing his abs and pecs, then slipping one arm out, his
head, then the other arm.

Bare chested, he knelt down and unbuckled one sandal and slipped it off,
then the other.

"You should have worn socks. It would have taken longer."

William giggled.

"I know that now."

He stood up and put his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and began
pushing them down. Right away William saw that he wore black boxers.

"Don't you wear briefs?"

"No, not today, sometimes briefs, sometimes boxers."

Jonathan stepped out of his pants and boxers William looked at the watch.

"Shit, you only took six minutes. I win! I win!"

"Yes, you did, slave boy, you won fair and square. You are a good slave
boy."

Jonathan reached out to pat William's blond head but William took off
running. Jonathan chased him up the stairs. William ran into the bedroom
and jumped on the bed, his little dick flapping up and down. He jumped off,
ran down, Jonathan followed him and they collapsed together on the living
room carpet.

"That was fun."

Jonathan smiled at him, "Yes, it was."

Now, Jonathan was able to pet the boy's bond head again and he hugged him
close.

"You said we're going to do new things today."

"Yes, and we already did. That slow strip was a new thing."

"and jumping on your bed was an old thing."

"Can we do another old thing?"

"Like what, slave boy?"

William knew what he wanted to ask but was hesitant.

"Well, ..."

"C'mon, slave boy, tell me. I order you to tell me."

"Well, I was hoping you'd let me make your cock grow again like last time."

Jonathan smiled.

"Certainly, slave boy. That is a good idea. You are a very smart boy, but
first we get a shower."

They got into the shower and talked about the games so far they just played
while soaping up.

"Jonathan?"

Said William, "Yup William, spit it out, boy."

"It is summer vacation."

"Yes I know."

"Well, my mom and dad are staying in Italy because of their wedding
anniversary for three weeks. They want me to go to a boring summer camp. I
was wondering can I spend this weeks at your house? After all we are
family."

"Yeah, some great sunny weeks, that sounds fun, slave boy."

Once they were dry, Jonathan took his mobile and called William's dad. The
conversation went on and on, after some time Jonathan even left the room to
have privacy. An half hour later Jonathan entered the bed room again with a
huge smile on his face.

"William, my slave boy, dear nephew, you have their permission, but?"

William looked at Jonathan with a mixture of hope and fear, "Really? There
is a but, it is not sure? Please tell me."

Jonathan smiled at him.

"First, your parents want you to be polite and you have to listen to me; I
think they know more about you but they just didn't care as long as you are
happy and have good grades at school. I didn't know you dated girls?
Serious dates, my little slave boy? You dates girls or boys?"

Jonathan laughed and William turned red, he blushed like a tomato and shook
his head.

"You cannot give me any trouble, nor bother me and you will behave
yourself!  Can you do that?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Second, you get dressed now, walk home, ask your parents for some clothes
and thank them for their permission, then you walk back to my house."

William ran to Jonathan and hugged him naked and excited, he got dressed
and sprinted out the house. The door slammed behind his little butt.

Jonathan stayed naked and waited for the boy to return. Thirty minutes
later he got back, with a rucksack and a little present for Jonathan.


Jonathan decided William got naked again, he thought it was hot seeing his
body like that and to have him around in his boy briefs or naked.

"Yes, slave boy, you can stay, but your clothes must go most of the time. I
order you to take off your clothes. But you must take them off real
fast. How fast can you take them off?"

William grinned, "Real fast."

In a flash he was naked again. Jonathan opened his present and got an
envelope with their hotel address and a funny bunny card to thank him.

Jonathan poured William some coke and turned on his laptop, they played
some games for a while and had a lot of fun. Jonathan ordered pizza after
that, and they ate together.

"Well, Jonathan? I was hoping you'd let me make your cock grow again like
last time, remember."

Jonathan smiled, "Certainly, slave boy. That was and is a good idea. You
are a very smart boy with a good memory."

William reached over and took Jonathan's cock in his hands and began
sliding them up and down. Jonathan sighed contentedly and said, "After
this, I have another new thing for us to do together."

 William worked on the man's dick like an expert. He really was a fast
learner. He got it to grow long and hard.

"Should I get the ruler now, Jonathan?"

"No, there's no need to do that. Just keep squeezing it."

William squeezed his man's cock and watched as a little bead of white stuff
formed on the piss slit.

"Do you need to go piss, Sir? I'll stop if you want me to."

"No, slave boy, that isn't piss,"

Jonathan whispered.

"That's something else. You keep squeezing and you'll see something else
come out."

"Really, something else?"

William's eyes were glued to the cockhead as his hands continued to massage
the shaft.

"When?"

Jonathan whispered, "Very soon, slave boy, very soon."

William was so focused on watching the piss slit, he didn't see that
Jonathan's body was writhing. Jonathan groaned, "Okay, it's coming now,
slave boy, stop squeezing."

With that, a spurt of milky white cream shot up out of the cock about ten
inches.

"Wow, it's milk! Can you do that again?"

"Yes, here comes another, slave boy,"

Jonathan grunted. William held his hand above the cock, caught the next
spurt in his palm.

"Hmm, boy, licked it off. It taste warm, it's good."

William licked it with a huge smile on his face.

"If you want to, slave boy, you can catch the next one in your mouth."

Jonathan spoke deliberately and softly, struggling to get the words out.

"Really, you will do it again and spurt another load for me?"

William bent over and opened his mouth inches above the cock head. Now,
Jonathan didn't hold back anymore. He groaned and his hips moved up and
down, suddenly he let loose, a volley of shots toward William's open
mouth. William succeeded in getting a few in his mouth, the others landing
on his chin, up his nose, in his hair and in his eyes.

Jonathan panted and relaxed. His cock began to lay back down. There was cum
all over his shaved pubes area.

"What is that stuff, Jonathan?"

William asked licking around his lips.

"We call it cum, slave boy, because that's what it does. It comes. You did
real good, slave boy. That was really a new thing for you."

"Yes, it sure was."

William bent back down and sniffed the puddle settling into his skin. It
smelled familiar. It was sort of like his pajamas that morning. Jonathan
was beginning to get his energy back. "Stand up, slave boy. Let me show you
how to wrestle."

Wow, William thought, this is great.

Jonathan showed his stances in a few positions. William copied his moves
and after 45 minutes Jonathan said to the boy.

"That's right. Wow, you do learn quick!"

William felt strong and proud.

"Okay, slave boy, feel your hair."

William reached up and his hair was caked solid with dried cum.

"You need a shower again."

"Yes."

"This time I'm going to take it with you."

"Yippee."

William swung around and started for the stairs but Jonathan grabbed his
arm.

"Hold on, slave boy."

He scooped the boy up and put him on his shoulders, and he ran up the
stairs, two at a time, both of them laughing as William's bare ass bounced
on that broad shoulder bone. They took a long shower, William standing in
the cascade that flowed off Jonathan's chest. Jonathan handed him the soap
and said, "Wash my cock, slave boy."

William lathered it up real good, loving the chance to again touch this
amazing man cock.

Jonathan turned and told him to wash his ass. Again William lathered up
each cheek and Jonathan pulled his cheeks apart with his hands.

"Hey, this is like last time when you told me to feel your ass."

"That's right, slave boy. It's like an old thing."

William reached in and soaped the back of the man's balls, the area between
his balls and his hole and finally the hole itself.

"Good, slave boy. Now I gonna soap you."

He kneeled down and took William's tiny cock in his big hands and soaped it
tenderly, even under the foreskin. He reached his hand underneath and
washed the boy's balls and back to his ass hole, ending with a broad hand
on each of the boy's mounds.

"Hey, I didn't have to turn around. You washed my back side from the
front."

Jonathan smiled and stood up. They both rinsed off. Jonathan stepped out,
grabbed a big towel, bent into the shower and picked the boy up, wrapping
him in it. He carried him to the bed and laid him down. William just lay
there clenching the towel, smiling and looking at the man as he got a
second towel and dried himself off. William especially watched him dry his
cock and balls.

"There,"

said Jonathan, and lay down naked beside William. After a while, "Let's
wrestle!!"

William cried.

Jonathan conceded - there was no way he could say no to this little angel.
He had grown to really love the boy, he found himself strangely turned on
by the experience.

"Okay, slave boy"

The boy was just a teen, he was a teen, but still a boy and for some reason
Jonathan thought that that was really interesting.

William pounced on Jonathan, and brought him down. Jonathan never wrestled
too hard, because he didn't want to hurt the little boy.  Also, it was more
fun for William, if he felt like he had some power. They rolled around on
the floor, kicking and punching each other.

Jonathan got up, and took a few steps back from William.

"You're gonna get it, slave boy."

he said with a smile. Both started running toward each other, and William
delivered a swift quick to Jonathan's crotch, just barely missing
Jonathan's balls.

"Hey, be careful!"

Jonathan exclaimed.

"You should know, that really hurts a guy!"

"It doesn't hurt me!" was the reply William gave.

"Oh yeah. Well, we'll see about that."

Jonathan smiled, and William returned the smile with a big grin. So,
naturally, they both started going for each other's genital area.  William
kicked pretty hard, but luckily for Jonathan, he didn't make contact too
much. Jonathan didn't want to hurt William.

However, after about five minutes, Jonathan gave in and dropped to the
floor.

"Oh, William.  You really got me.  I think we better stop. I don't want to
get hurt."

William walked over, and leaned down, with a slightly worried look on his
face. Jonathan looked into William's eyes.

"Don't worry, buddy, I'm alright."

As Jonathan started to get up, William punched him right in his
abdomen. Not too hard for Jonathan, he was a boy, but hard enough to make
Jonathan feel it.

"Okay, slave boy. That's it!  You're dead!"

Jonathan got up very quickly, and started chasing William.  The boy was
laughing as Jonathan chased him around the room. He obviously thought it
was very funny. Jonathan got a hold of him from behind, and used one arm to
restrain his little slave boy.  He used his other hand to punch
William. Not too hard, very playful.

"That tickles, Jonathan,"

he said with a laugh.

"Oh yeah, how about this?"

Jonathan, surprised by his boldness, cupped his hands and gave William's
cock and balls a semi-hard squeeze. William surely felt it and the boy
groaned softly.

They moved together and their moves succeeded in knocking both off-balance
and onto the floor. Jonathan landed on his back, with William right on top
of him. Jonathan's hand moved down and he cupped William's small ball sack
again. William was making no objection to the fact that Jonathan was
holding onto him, so Jonathan started rubbing his penis. Now the boy
groaned of delight, "Oh, that feels so good, Jonathan."

William cooed, while laying on top of him, his back to Jonathan's
stomach. Both were looking up at the ceiling.  Jonathan sat up, which
placed William in his lap. William leaned back against his new friend, as
his boy penis was being caressed. Jonathan felt William's little penis grow
rigid, and he could tell that the boy was enjoying these new feelings.

"You like this, buddy?"

Jonathan asked.  A very definitive nodding of the head was the only
response Jonathan received. They was sweating bullets. William whispered,
"Fuck, you stink. You need a shower."

"Look, who's giving the orders now."

Jonathan grabbed the boy, threw him up over one shoulder like a sack of
potatoes with his little cock pressed against Jonathan's neck. He again
took the stairs, two at a time. They showered and washed each other's
privates.

All clean, Jonathan checked if William remembered the different wrestling
stances he learned last week.

"You're a fast learner. Would you like to learn a new game?"

"Yeah!"


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