Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2021 11:00:13 +0000 From: Isuccum Subject: What came next 2 What Came Next A sequel to `The Valley Cottage' Chapter 2 Martin stood up and ordered me to move up the bed to the head board, which was made of steel tubing painted silver and rose about three feet above his mattress. He had me sit with my backside right up against the bars, then he lifted my right arm and tied it to the highest bars with some rope which `just happened to be conveniently nearby'. I am sure he had plans to do something like this all along. My left arm was then secured to the bars, leaving me fairly helpless. To make matters worse, Martin shoved his hands down my pants and pushed my cock till it was facing back down my leg, which was rather uncomfortable. Taking his hand out, he tapped my cock through my shorts and told me that I was being punished for disobeying him. He grabbed hold of my head and planted a kiss right on my lips and returned to his gyrations in front of me. After a few more minutes of the pelvic thrusting and cock rubbing he shed his undies and twisted and turned in front of me, feeling both his cock and his bum. With a little run he jumped onto the bed, landing with his knees either side of my feet. He removed my trainers and short socks and used his cock to tickle the underside of my feet. Next he held my foot and pushed his crack over my toes, trying to get my big toe to go into his hole, without success. Giving up on that he moved on up until he was able to rub his cock over my nipples. This made my dripping cock strain even more against my jeans, so I asked Martin to please move my cock to a more comfortable position. He just sat down on it and forced it to bend even closer to my legs. He rubbed his arse back and forwards a couple of times and then moved far enough back that his cock could be placed in my navel. He used his cock to give me a little belly tapping before he moved off of me and began to wank in earnest. His little show had probably lasted about half an hour already, and while he did begin slowly wanking his pole, the pressure soon got too great. After a minute or so he was flogging away at his dick as if it was the last wank he would ever have. When he was getting close to his orgasm he again moved up the bed, so he could wank himself and rub my chest with the same hand. He used his spare hand to play with his own nipples. Suddenly he tensed, leaned back a bit, and began to shoot glob after glob of thick white creamy cum over my naked chest. When he had finished he brought his still hard cock up to my mouth and ordered me to lick the last drops off of it. He then proceeded to lick the rest of his cum off my body. In positioning himself to reach some of the spots he put his hand over my poor trapped boner and pushed it down between my legs. Once he was satisfied he had cleaned the cum off of me he moved up my chest, licking and kissing all the way, till he reached first one and then the other nipple, taking them between his teeth and rolling them around with his tongue. He then moved up to my neck and sucked a little bit on my Adam's Apple before moving over my chin to my mouth whereupon he began to try to force his tongue into my mouth in a snog type kiss. I hadn't experienced this before, but instinct made me open my mouth and let his tongue in. I didn't know if I was ready for it, but I was enjoying it and anyway, I didn't have much choice, being tied up. "I've really wanted to do that, Rick," Martin said breaking off the kiss. "I hope you don't mind." "I haven't had time to think about it yet. I don't know," I responded. Martin went back to licking my body and kissing various places like my tits and navel. While he was letting his tongue rove about over my chest he undid the fly of my jeans and put his hand over the top of my boner, rubbing it gently while still keeping it in the downward position it had been forced to take inside the tightness of my jeans. Slowly his mouth worked down my torso again and eventually came to rest on my cock. I could feel his lips giving it tiny kisses along its length through my boxers, but he couldn't get to the head, which was still trapped under my jeans, so he changed his position and began to slowly pull them off of me. All of this attention was supercharging the sensations I was feeling, and I was worried that I would shoot my load the first time he really gave my cock a wank. With my jeans off, he moved my legs apart and knelt between them so that he could get his tongue right in between my legs and under my ball sac. To achieve this he pulled the leg of my boxers up so that his tongue could go skin to skin. This very nearly sent me over the edge and I told Martin I was not going to be able to hold out much longer. "Don't you dare cum yet," he ordered. "I've much more planned for you." He changed tactics by suddenly starting to tickle me along my sides. I squirmed and shouted and giggled and chortled and squirmed some more, but being tied up, I was helpless. He then used his cock to tickle me in the armpits. This got me really close, so I warned him again, but I begged him to make me cum. I was kind of desperate by this time. I had managed for a few days to not wank as I had resolved, and now I was thinking that might have been a mistake. With my warning, Martin stopped. "Thank goodness. You've got some hair growing back there and it kind of prickled my pride and joy a bit." He laughed. Then he jumped off the bed and pulled it away from the wall so that he could fit in behind. He produced a comb and some elastic bands and started to do something with my hair. It was in style to wear hair a little long, and mine was over my ears at the sides and over my collar at the back, and it had hardly any wave at all. First he combed it all back. When it wouldn't stay in place he went out and got a bowl of water to wet it. Once he got it all lying towards the back he started to fiddle around a lot and was obviously using his fingers. I figured out he was plaiting it into a number of strands and using the rubber bands to hold each plait. Martin worked at this in relative silence, ignoring all my questions as to what he was doing. He must have worked at it for about half an hour. When he had finished, he went and got a little mirror from his bedside drawer to show me his accomplishments. I burst out laughing – I had spikes of plaited hair running together into a cone, making it look like I had a cycle racing helmet on. With the attention drawn away from my cock it had gone soft, as had Martin's. But there was a large wet splodge on my boxers where the pre-cum had soaked into the material. Martin took care of that by pulling my boxers off and running his tongue over all the patches to lick off as much as he could get. Just watching him do this set little me to attention. No longer restricted, he stood tall and proud, leaning out at about 40 degrees from my belly and still leaking a pearl of pre-cum. Still in silence, Martin moved up between my legs once more and at last descended on my dick with his mouth and tongue and began to give me a blowjob. It seemed that it only took seconds, but it must have been a bit longer than that when I felt myself nearing an orgasm. I told Martin to please speed up so that I could come. This had the opposite effect to what I wanted, for Martin stopped and released my cock from his mouth. "No, not time yet," he said and moved away from me to dig about on the shelf of his cupboard. "Please, Martin, I need to come. I haven't had a wank for a few days now. I held out to try and make this day special. I'm begging you. I'll let you do whatever you want, just make me come now," I pleaded. Martin found what he was looking for and went again behind the bed so that I could not see what he was doing. When he came around and got back onto the bed he showed me he had a bottle of baby oil again. He dribbled some of this onto my prick and smoothed it around. "I'm going to untie your hands now, because I want you to lie flat on the bed. You're not to try and touch any part of your body though and are to let me do what I want. If you don't obey me, I'll tie both your hands and your feet up, and I'll not let you come until tomorrow. You understand?" "If I obey, will you make me come quickly?" I asked in reply. "It won't be long now for a good boy," he answered. "Okay. I'll do it," I agreed. With that, Martin untied my hands and pulled me by the legs till I was lying flat on the bed. "Put your arms out as if you were on a cross." Martin said. I complied and he leant over me again to kiss me, and I voluntarily responded, both because I liked it and because I hoped it would speed up the relief from my agony. He explored my mouth with his tongue for a few moments and then let me explore his mouth with mine. Breaking the kiss, he poured some baby oil onto my chest and started to massage it, paying a lot of attention to my nipples, and then moved down to my belly. Finally he started to jack my cock. He had a good hard-on again and was using one hand to jack his own cock. His other hand moved back up to my nipples and all over my front. Then he left my body entirely and seemed to be scratching his arse. I guessed he was getting close to cumming again and was massaging oil into his rosette, maybe even sticking a finger up his bum. He then turned and put a foot either side of my hips and squatted down so that his bum was over my thighs and he could rub both my cock and his at the same time with the same hand. With his spare hand he poured yet more oil onto our cocks till they were literally dripping with oil and as slick as they could possibly get. Opening his hand, he moved forward, bringing his knees down at my sides, then reached back to grip my cock behind him. He began to lower his bum, and suddenly I realised he was going to sit on it. Martin was going to have my cock fuck him. I wasn't sure I wanted that, but I had said he could do what he wanted, so I really didn't have much choice. I was not one to back out of a deal. I felt the head of my prick come up against his puckered hole. He moved it around in a circular motion, spreading the oil about, and then he began to force my cock through his sphincter muscle. He had stretched himself – I later learned that's what he had been doing behind my head earlier. Once he got the head of my cock past that tight ring of muscle he sat still, only jerking his own cock gently. After a few moments he moved down a bit more. A few more times and the spikes of our newly growing hair were pricking into each other. Then with me in as far as I could go, he began to madly wank himself off, and very slowly began to rock back and forth on my cock until his arse had got used to it and he could pump away on my prick at his speed. Again it seemed such a short time before I was ready to come again and this time I decided I was going to just let it happen as I was not going to risk the agony of him stopping again. I guess though that getting close to an orgasm can't be hidden because he realised and started to speed up his movements both on my dick and on his own. Suddenly he shouted at me, "Cum. Please cum." And like a good friend, after another two bobs up and down I obeyed. Pulse after pulse racked through my body as I emptied days of build-up into his arse. As I was blasting away, I felt his bum grip my cock tight and squeeze it like it was a tube of toothpaste giving up its last dregs, then release it and squeeze again. He was also cumming, and even though he had ejaculated only a short time previously he still managed to pump out some weak semen. Martin didn't lift himself off my cock right away. Rather he leant forward and brought his mouth to mine and again kissed me. "I love you, Rick," he said and kissed some more. The earnest meaning in his tone when he uttered those four words left me in no doubt that he was talking of a passionate love and not just the love one friend would have for another. I was rather shocked and not sure just what to say, do or feel. I had not thought along those lines, as I had not admitted to myself yet that I really was gay. I had actually persuaded myself that this was just an experimental phase I was going through. Deep down I guess I really did know that I was not hetero. Still, I could not say the same back to him yet. The inevitable happened, and as he lay on my stomach, with my cock eventually going into a flaccid state after the orgasm -- although it had taken a lot longer than usual -- it popped out of Martin's bum. With that I realised that I was going to need to wash it. "Let's go take a shower together," I said. "Yeah, okay. But only if I get to wash you and you wash me." "Absolutely fine by me," I agreed. We got up and walked naked through the house to the bathroom and proceeded to shower. Of course as we lathered each other up, especially because we paid particular attention to certain parts of each other's anatomy, we were rigid and randy before the showering was completed. I started to jerk Martin off, but he stopped me. "Can we wait a bit?" he asked. "I want to try something else, and I think we'll need a bit of go for it. If we come again so soon, the go will be gone." "Okay," I replied. "But what is it that you want to try?" "You'll have to wait a while and see. Please trust me!" That was all the answer I could get out of him. I was full of curiosity and also a little nervous. Two weeks ago I had not thought about having my cock stuck up a guy's backside, and yet today it had happened. Although I liked it, I was not sure if this really was the direction I wanted to go in. Once we had dried, Martin led me downstairs to the back garden, and in a mad dash we ran across the garden to the shed. Inside the shed there was one of those small inflatable paddling pools suitable for little children, blown up but empty of any water. "Got any ideas of what I'm thinking yet?" Martin asked. "Not at all," I answered. "I mean, I guess it has something to do with the pool being up, but why in the shed and empty I don't know." "This was just to give you a clue, but it's not for right now; it's for later." "So what is for right now?" "Back in the house," was all he said as he pushed me out the shed door and we made a quick streak across the garden again. Once inside the house Martin continued, "You do realise that I'm in charge, and what I say goes, and any objection will result in punishment?" "What do you mean by that?" "Well, I'm bigger and stronger than you, and if you don't do as I say, I'll sort you out. You could even find yourself tied up for the night with a weight attached to your dick or balls." "Look, I accept that you can get the better of me, but don't I get any say on what's going on at all?" "I'll take your views into consideration, but I'm the boss. Got it?" "Well, I'll go along with you so far. I mean, I quite liked being tied up earlier, but if it's something I don't like or want to do, then please don't force it." "Hey! I love you and I promise I won't hurt you intentionally. Now let's go and find something to eat." It was actually a bit past the lunch hour, and we were quite hungry, so we set about making sandwiches with gusto. Six slices of bread each, with ham and cheese to fill between them and a can of coke to wash it all down, soon had our stomachs satisfied. "Now for desert," Martin said, picking up the bottle of chocolate sandwich spread. "Come over here," he ordered. He pushed his plate and all out of the way. "Sit on the table here." As I had agreed to play along with him, I obeyed and got up on the table to sit where his lunch plate had been. Martin then began to smear chocolate spread over my cock and balls. When he had enough for his liking he leant forward and began to lick it all off. Part way through I thought I was going to have an orgasm and told Martin. He stopped licking and told me that under no circumstances was I allowed to cum without his express permission, and failure to comply would result in the severest of punishments. He waited a while before continuing with his dessert. When he had got every last bit licked off of my cock and balls, he lifted his head, passed me the jar, and said, "Your turn for afters now." "Yes, master!" I responded, slightly sarcastically, and very willingly went on to layer his jewels with chocolate spread to lick off. "And don't even think about touching your cock," Martin commanded. "Remember you'll need all it can give later." So resisting the urge, I licked him clean of all chocolate and let my cock dribble on its own. I tried to get Martin to reach that point of no return, but he stopped me in time, just as had happened with me, and only let me carry on when he could handle it again. This over, Martin took me back up to his bedroom and, producing a digital camera, said he wanted to take some photos of me and me of him. We started off doing various poses and taking distance and close-up shots of almost every part of each other's anatomy. Then Martin said he wanted one of me with a hard-on and proceeded to jack me off a bit to get my pecker in the state he desired. Another round of photographs and then it was my turn to do the same with him. Next Martin mounted the camera on a tripod and used the timer to take some pictures of the two of us together, holding cocks, sucking and licking in various places, and finally with fingers up my backside. He downloaded the pictures onto his computer and we looked them over and discussed which the best one was. Finally we agreed that the one of me leaning over backwards and supporting myself on the wall with my pecker sticking out at right angles to my body was it. Martin saved this one onto a disc and told me to wait in the room. No sooner had he got out the door when he turned around and walked back in to find me giving my cock a gentle rub. "I thought as much," Martin declared. "I'll just have to make sure you don't do anything more." With a rugby style dive he knocked me onto my back on the bed and pinned my body with his. Again I found that his strength was too much for me and he did not take long to tie my hands to the head board again. Not content with that, he also tied my legs to the footboard of the bed, which left me spread-eagled on the bed and totally at his mercy. "Now you'll be safe from temptation," he said as he turned and again left the room. When Martin returned about twenty minutes later he had a large piece of paper rolled up under his arm. "It's quite handy having a dad as a draughtsman who does a lot of work at home," Martin said, "especially when he has a plan printer." Martin then unrolled the paper to reveal a three foot by four foot colour print of the picture he had taken of me. "Wow, what're you going to do with it?" I asked. I was somewhat proud of it actually, but also a bit nervous that it might be seen by eyes which I would rather have not see it. "I'll show you in a while, but first you have to be punished for your disobedience," he said with a little grin on his face as he turned again and left the room. When he returned he had a box in his hands. "What're you going to do to me?" I asked nervously. Martin put the box down where I couldn't see into it, and reaching down into the box he brought up two wooden clothes pegs. Then I knew what to expect, for he began to play with my nipples, teasing them into a hard state. Once they were hard he positioned a peg over each one so that they were gripping the nipple, with the rest of the peg lying on my chest and pointing toward my feet. Although this hurt, I discovered that I actually liked it and was getting a bit of sexual thrill from it. Martin then pulled the main contents from the box to reveal a little hand held vacuum cleaner. Laying this down on the bed between my legs, he put the solid plastic tube of the cleaner over my cock, and using some tape, taped the tube to my stomach. He switched it on and it pulled my cock and some of the loose skin of my ball bag in to create a seal so that the vacuum was trying to pull the skin off my cock. Leaving that running, he finger fucked my bum for a while. He finally pulled a feather duster out of the box and used it to tickle me until I was almost sobbing and begged him to stop it all. When he pulled the pipe off of my dick, we could hardly believe it. My dick was so suffused with blood, it was as red as a blushing face and quite a bit bigger than it normally got when hard. And it was very hard. "That'll keep you going for a while," Martin said, pointing at my cock. "But now it's time for something else," he continued as he untied me. Martin led me and my hard boner out to the shed once more. He told me to stand in the paddling pool while he pinned the picture of me to the wall of the shed. When he turned around from doing this, he had a couple of large bottles of baby oil in his hands, which he must have picked up off the shelf there, though I had not noticed them earlier. He handed one bottle to me and told me to oil him up from head to toe and all around. I opened the cap and poured a liberal amount of oil onto my hand and then began to smooth it over his body. The slickness of the oil making my hands glide over his skin so smoothly ensured that my cock remained in a hard state, as was his. By the time I had finished lubing him up, there was quite a bit of oil on the floor of the pool and I understood, or at least thought I did, the reason for it. Martin then said I was to stand still while he got me oiled up. Using the bottle like a water pistol he squirted a jet of oil onto me and then spread it out before squirting again. The floor was getting so slick that we both nearly lost our balance a few times and had to end up kneeling for Martin to finish the oiling. There was a little bit of oil left in each bottle when we were finished. Martin poured the last of the oil over both of us. "Now we're going to wrestle and try to pin each other down for the count of three. Whoever gets to three pins first gets to fuck the other up the arse. Okay?" Martin was not really asking as much as he was commanding. "I guess I don't really have much choice or chance," I meekly replied. I immediately launched myself into him and got him pinned before he really had a chance to retaliate. Of course with Martin being bigger and stronger, I was never going to win the contest, but I decided I would give it the best I could. The oil made it almost impossible to get any sort of proper grip, and we were down to trying to fall on each other and knock the other guy onto his back to get a pin. This style did result in our cocks spending a lot of time in contact with our opponent and sliding delightfully over his oily skin. This was very erotic and ensured that we remained in a heightened state of arousal. But after about twenty minutes, Martin got me pinned for the third time and announced that I was to be fucked. It was rather hilarious. He found it difficult to get a grip on the floor to be able to lift my legs and get his dick up my arse without slipping away. Eventually he got us both out of the pool and pushed it aside, got me in the position he desired, and began to insert the first ever cock to enter my backside. We were both rather green at this, and his cock was quite large, so it hurt like hell, even with the liberal lubrication. However, as my bum got used to having the cock in there and I was able to relax a bit more, it got easier, and soon I was enjoying it more than I was feeling pain. We were making quite a lot of noise and in our current state were not taking much notice of anything other than the two of us. When Martin finally came inside me he shouted out quite loudly. He had just relaxed against me with his dick still inside when the door was flung open to reveal Martin's dad. (There had been some problem, and they had had to return instead of staying the night away.) There are no words to describe the look on his face. "You two better get cleaned up and dressed and then report to my study," he ordered. We had to walk naked back through the garden, glistening with oil. I was still sporting a boner which was not likely to go down quickly, and we knew that Martin's mother and sister were somewhere inside and could probably see our shame. "Stop! Have you no clothes in the shed?" Martin's father asked. We just turned and looked at him, shaking our heads. "Martin, go back in the shed and wait for me. Rick, get inside and dressed and go and wait for your parents out on the road. I'll call them and tell them to come and collect you." I went straight to Martin's bedroom, glad that I hadn't seen either Martin's mum or his sister. Even though I was covered in oil and should really have had a shower, I was not about to put his father's temper to the test. I used the clothes Martin had taken off me earlier that day to wipe myself as best I could and then put on the clean change of clothes I had brought in my overnight bag. I stuffed everything else into the bag and went downstairs. I headed straight for the front door. While I was in the hallway, I heard Martin's father on the phone. "Yes, you'll find your faggot son on the road outside. I don't want to see him near my house again." I decided not to say anything but just to get out of there as quickly and quietly as I could. After stepping out the door I pulled it closed, and the click as the latch engaged sounded like a gunshot to me. I quickly walked down their drive. Once on the road I moved a few yards in the direction I knew my parents would be coming from, far enough that when I sat down to wait I would be hidden by their front wall.