Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2009 08:47:25 +1000
From: James Gippsland <jamesgippsland@hotmail.com>
Subject: Three wishes part 2

CAMERON:

I didn't see Lucky for another two days. After the post match session, he
came over to me and slipped me a note, before quickly disappearing. The
note read: "Thanks Cam, I enjoyed! If you wanna do something more, come to
my place Tuesday at 4pm" and then his address.

I was excited. I'd enjoyed sucking off his ten inch cock, and I didn't care
what the rest of the team thought I was, or what names they called
me. Lucky wasn't the only team member I'd sucked off as part of an
initiation. I just got a bit frustrated that it was only ever sucking. I
wanted to explore the guy's body. Feel his muscles, his nipples.

Anyway, looked like Lucky wanted a bit more action. Worth checking out.

I arrived at his place just a minute or two after 4. The note had said to
go around the back, and through the side door into the garage. Seemed an
odd place to meet, but hey, if it meant a re-run of the "initiation"
episode, I wasn't complaining. I called out as I went through the doorway
– and stopped dead in my tracks. Lucky was wearing a really old grey T
and dirty shorts, and he appeared to be tied up to some form of wooden
frame, his body stretched and taut. I ran over, thinking some loser like
ZZZ had done this – before realising that only one arm was actually tied
up. He was holding the other one to make it look as if it was tied.
"Lucky, Lucky, what the hell's going on. You alright?"  "Yes. I'm
fine. Sir" "Wha, what you mean. You want me to untie you?  "No Sir. Was
hoping..." and he hung his head as if in submission.  Suddenly I realised
what was going on. I knew what he wanted. "You want me to – take
control?"  He looked down at me, him being so tall and me – less than
average! And he smiled. That gorgeous "Lucky", get ya in the seat of ya
belly, type smile. "Yes please Sir. I want more of what we did the other
day. And more more. And by the way, there's a box over there with some
things in it. More rope. Scissors to cut my clothes off. And – other
thing things."  I went over to explore the contents of the box. More rope,
as he said, and the scissors. The thought of tying Lucky up, spreadeagled,
and then cutting his old clothes off him was enough to get me hard. There
was a pump container of lube. A dildo. In fact, by the look of it, a USED
dildo. So, there was more about Lucky that I didn't know about. As I
rummaged around in the box, I found a second, much large dildo. Still in
its cellophane wrapper. Unused. Virgin.  I coughed a little nervously. "So
Lucky..." I began.  "Boy," he said "Pardon?" thinking he was talking to me.
"Boy. I'm the boy, you're the Master. Sir."  And then he couldn't help
himself. "Please Cam, it's just a game I wanna play. I've always wanted
someone to do this to me, and after the other day I thought maybe...."
"It's cool Lucky," I smiled at him. "Boy! Let's get the arm tied up."  I
pulled Lucky's other hand to the metal hook where I could tie it off,
stretching his upper torso. His muscles were stretched, taut, strained. For
the time being I left his legs loose. I took a deep breath and then I
started to feel his upper body, through the thin material of the old t
shirt, feeling the muscle structure of the chest and abdomen, and then his
nipples, standing proud through the material. I took hold of the T, and
ripped the old material off his body, using the scissors to just cut the
thickest bit at the edge which I couldn't tear. I ran my fingers lightly
over his naked upper torso, touching, feeling, stroking, worshipping this
athletic Adonis, whilst Lucky groaned and growled and squirmed in pleasure.

For a while I concentrated on his nipples, rubbing each little pink jewel
between my finger and thumb. Left. Right. Left. Right. I worked on each in
turn, rubbing, licking then chewing. Lucky's moaning became louder as we
crossed the line from pleasure to pain and back again.

My hands slid down his belly, over his hard almost hairless abs, to the
small snail trail leading into his shorts. I came in close, aiming to kiss
him. He turned his head away, mumbling, "No, No." I wasn't sure whether
this was part of the game or not, but there was no way he was going to get
away with it. With one hand I firmly held his chin and lower face and with
the other I screwed his right nipple until he screamed.  "Owwwww, shit
Smithson what ya doin......?  "You will call me Sir, boy." I said it
slowly, with the emphasis on the "Sir". I watched and waited. This was the
test. Did he really want this, or just thought he did.  He struggled for a
few moments. "Yes Sir," he said quietly and hung his head. "Sorry Sir" he
mumbled.  I could have left it there, but in my (very limited) experience
of this sort of thing, you need to earth the experience in a boy's mind so
that it becomes a significant point in time that he can refer back to.
"What did you say boy?'  He glared at me, eyes burning.  "Because we can
stop this right now if you want."  "No, no, please. Please don't do
that. I'm sorry. Sir," he said, looking at me beseechingly. I leaned in and
kissed him, my tongue probing inside his mouth, fighting with his tongue,
lips mashing together. This time he accepted my intrusion, allowing me to
wander at will within his orifice. As I kissed him, my hands wandered over
his hot hard body, exploring each muscle, feeling the smoothness of his
skin, the heat of his body. Eventually he pulled off, breathless, lips wet.
"I didn't say you could stop," I said, looking at him accusingly. I get off
by kissing and feeling – simultaneously! On this occasion I decided to
punish him with just a whack on my hand across his ass cheeks.  By now his
monster cock was hard within his shorts, the head poking out from his
shorts. I undid the shorts (no need to cut them, and anyway, we might need
them another time!) and stripped him off. Again he was naked. Again he was
hard. Again, he was all mine.  "Ropes. Legs. Please Sir," he suggested.

I found more rope in the box, and individually tied and stretched each leg,
forming him into more of an X shape. An X shape with a 10" hard uncut cock
throbbing for attention. But that could wait for a little while. There were
other interesting things in the box. And after all, Lucky had put these
things IN the box in the first place.

I retrieved the lube and the smaller dildo. Lucky has incredible muscular
buttocks. I felt them up, and he groaned. I pulled them apart, searching
for his little hole inside, and he tensed. My guess was that Lucky might
occasionally get himself off with the dildo. Perhaps a former girlfriend
had introduced him to the pleasures and he'd carried it on. But as yet he
hadn't had the larger size up there. IT was still in its plastic wrapping.

Over the next few minutes I teased and worked his hole, lubing it,
fingering it, loosening it. At first he clenched and resisted me. I whacked
him once, twice with the flat of my hand, and tweaked his left
nipple. Eventually I had two fingers in the tight little place and decided
to go for gold. I lubed up the dildo and slowly inserted it. Lucky tensed
again. He was still so tight. But I wasn't going to relent. Slowly slowly I
continued to push, and the sweat broke out on his forehead. Half way in and
he relaxed and it became easier after that. I pulled back a bit, then
pushed in again. With each thrust Lucky's body tensed against the ropes,
creating rope burns on his wrists and ankles. He didn't seem to notice.

All this time his cock throbbed and bounced around, leaking, no, almost
spurting pre cum. There was a small puddle on the floor under his naked
body. With the dildo in I wriggled it around and he moaned louder. I think
I may have found his pleasure point. By now, I too was hard and horny, and
it suddenly occurred to me to enjoy the pleasure of his body with more than
just my hands. I stood back a few feet, and waited till he was watching
me. Slowly I began to undress. Now understand, I am the runt of the
team. Shorter than anyone else, ugly as sin, and no way is my cock the size
of Lucky's. However, my body is hard, after all the hours of work in the
gym, and when I leap for the ball, I fly through the air like an eagle. My
calves and thighs are well developed. And my cock is a really thick eight
inches.

I stripped off each piece of clothing, I touched myself, admiring my body,
showing it off. When I finally pulled off my briefs and my cock plopped
out, Lucky whistled. "Nice one Cam."

I rummaged in the box, finding a wooden paddle. Before he knew what had
happened he had six of the best shared between those two beautiful hard
mounds of buttock. It stung. It left red weals. And there were tears in
Lucky's eyes.

I felt I had gone too far. I didn't want to destroy him, damage him. I was
here to pleasure him, as he wanted. But then again, he had brought it on
himself. And HE had put the paddle in the box.

I laid the paddle on the floor, in line of sight, just as a reminder, in
the hope that I wouldn't have to use it again. I walked, naked, over to
him, holding him, rubbing my body against him, soothing him. "Thank you
Sir" he murmured, and reached out to kiss me. We sucked, and licked for a
while, as I ran my hands through his hair, pulling it hard, tweaking his
nipples, and feeling the heat in his injured buttocks.

For while I slowly wanked him in time with the dildo. In out, up, down. I
knew he was getting close, as his breathing increased, so I stopped. He
looked crestfallen. "How many times do you reckon you can cum in an hour,
boy?"  A smile crossed his face. "Three, maybe?" he questioned.  "OK" I
said, "let's see."  I wanked him for a while, fingering his nipples and
stroking his chest and abs. The first one would obviously be easy. It was
only a few minutes and he began to breathe heavily, his abs contracting and
expanding as he moaned and squirmed building up to a crescendo. "Agh, agh,
agh, agh" he shouted, straining against his ropes, his muscles like cords
over his body, and then he shot. One, two, three, four long thick squirts,
up in the air, travelling several metres, and then a stream for a minute,
followed by dribbles, as my hand slowed down.  "Oh, shit, oh shit" he
moaned. "Oh fuck" He sort of hung off the ropes, exhausted by his
efforts. "OK Cam, that was great, thanks....."  It was as if he thought
we'd finished. I hadn't finished. This might be my one and only chance and
I wasn't going to pass it up that easily. I bent down and picked up the
paddle.  "No, Cam no... Sir, please no, not that...."  "Number one," I
said. "Now for number two."  I inserted the dildo in his ass, and began to
rotate it. Within seconds his cock was bouncing hard again. We made eye
contact, and both smiled. Yeh Lucky could get hard anytime. This time I
thought I'd edge him. It took a while but after maybe ten minutes, he was
getting close to shooting again and so I stopped. He looked at me, hurt. I
waited a few minutes and then started again, getting him close, and then
stopping as his breathing became heavier. Again I stopped, and Lucky glared
at me. He didn't know what was about to happen, otherwise he would have
been thanking me!

I managed to trick him one more time, but I knew by then he'd control his
moans and groans just so that he could cum. I stopped earlier this time,
his cock twitching and bouncing. Lucky tried to rub himself against my
body, desperate to get off, thrusting his cock. I let him cool off a bit,
actually for quite a bit, because he wasn't going down. Then I went for the
finale. I put some lube on his cock, and thrust the dildo in as far as I
could, then withdrew it. I only squeezed his cock, before he erupted,
shouting, yelling, moaning and groaning as he came. Again straining against
his bonds, muscles stretching. Edging is such fun, if you've got the
control. But Lucky didn't have any choice!

I left him for a few minutes and rummaged around in the box. There was cock
ring I thought I might try him with, and some nipple clamps, but I wasn't
sure he'd be into that. I was yet to suck him – a pleasure I had really
enjoyed the other day in the changing rooms. And then there was that
virginal dildo, still in its cellophane packaging. I wondered what the
history of it was. Had he bought it and its smaller twin brother at the
same time, but chickened out on using the larger version? Was it
inexperience or fear? Had it bought it for a girlfriend and she had baulked
at the size of it – or just preferred Lucky's 10 inch wonder pole, the
real thing instead of something artificial?

So what for number three I wondered. I looked across at Lucky. He looked
tired, and probably by the now the blood flow to his arms was slowing
down. He needed something to perk him up! I took a final look in the bag,
looking for inspiration.

Underneath some old socks, and a small hand towel, I found a small plastic
bag. I opened it, and inside were some wires, a battery, and a third
dildo. But was more the size of the first one – and it looked as if it
vibrated! Well, this would perk him up for sure.

I went back to Lucky, slumped somewhat on the ropes. He opened his eyes,
and a lazy smile crossed his lips. God he didn't have a clue how that smile
could turn a man's heart. "Hi," he said. "Sir. Awesome, man."  "One more."
I said, feeling a right prick. "Just one more. You said three. I wanna hold
you to it."  "Sure Cam, Sir, whatever you say. You're the Boss, Master."

I went and got him a drink of water. Holding the bottle to his lips he
gulped it don, refreshing him. Some got spilt, and it dribbled down his
chest, running little rivulets between the hard muscles of his tired and
strained body. But it refreshed him. A small stream trickled down to his
cock, flowing around the shaft and dripping off the head. His cock stirred,
refreshed by the water and its coolness. Harder and bigger and
stiffer. Within moments he was hard again. Hard and proud and standing
tall.

"God, do you never give up Lucky... boy?"  "No.... Sir," he smiled at
me. "C'mon Sir, number three."

Again I felt his body, stroking, tweaking, pleasuring him and me
simultaneously. I kissed and he responded, pushing his tongue deeper into
me. I knelt and for a few moment, sucked on his enormous pole, teasing,
wetting, slurping.  My tongue probing inside the foreskin, tasting the
delicious salty mixture of sweat and cum. I could easily have got him off
again, just by doing this. But I wanted him to have an out of body
experience.

As I pulled my mouth off his pole, he stopped writhing and groaning and
twisting against his ropes, a slight look of disappointment on his
face. And then I produced the vibrating dildo, with its batteries and
wires. He looked at it as if he had never seen it before, didn't know what
it was. It inserted it in his hole, which brought a smile to his face. Oh
yes, Lucky did enjoy having his ass played with. I put the batteries on the
floor beside me, knelt before his pole, and then flicked the switch.

The effect was instant and amazing. As you have seen, it doesn't take much
to get Lucky hard. Again and again and again. But the vibration in his ass
caused his cock to swell as if it was being inflated, and then to bob in
time with his heart beat. Twitch, twitch, twitch it went, moving in an arc
of some two or three inches at a time. I watched in fascination for a few
minutes before realising that once again Lucky was likely to cum before I
was finished with him.

The noises he made were.... interesting as well!

"Agh.....oh.......shit, oh fuck Cameron, Sir............  please..........
oh shit" and so on, and so on!! I almost burst out laughing. He was out of
control, the vibrating dildo the centre of his body.

I knew this would be the last one, there was no way I could continue to
leave him tied up in this position for much longer. My own cock, shorter
than Lucky's, but thicker, and no less hard, was twitching and bucking, and
I needed relief as well. I knelt at the altar of his ten inch uncut
throbbing phalanx, and grabbed it in my left hand to hold it steady, whilst
slowly whacking off my own prize pole. I sucked and slurped his foreskin. I
licked his shaft. I feasted on the sacrificial offering of his body,
licking, tasting, as I heard him getting more and more vocal, and the
little dildo continued to whir away in the darker reaches of his ass,
stimulating his prostate closer and closer to organism.

In the end, I must have taken no more than two or three minutes, but I
managed to keep my ear, my mouth and my hand so attuned to one another,
that both Lucky and I came pretty much at the same time. I swallowed his
nectar, as my own shot out in ropes of pearly white onto the floor. His
cock twitched and bucked like some unbroken colt, and I swallowed as much
as I could, but even then some leaked out of my mouth and dribbled down my
naked chest.

His noise slowly subsided, and again he hung, limp almost lifeless on the
ropes. I ached. My mouth ached, my hands ached. What on earth must Lucky's
body be like?! II turned off the dildo. No reaction. I stood before him,
and he raised his head, looking at me through half closed eyes. I kiss him,
returning to him a portion of his sexual nectar I had caught in my
mouth. His eyebrows rose as he tasted his own spunk. And he smiled. That
awesome, heart breaking smile of his.

"Wicked...... Sir," he said. "Fucking wicked Cam. You're the best, man."

I hadn't looked at my watch since we started. I knew I'd arrived at the
garage a minute or two after four o'clock. It was now exactly five
o'clock. He'd cum three times in the hour.

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