A Touch of Heaven
This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed – obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.
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Rick.
A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 22
As we spent a bit of time with Scott's parents (it would have been really rude to just eat and go again), every time I teased Scott he would simply smile and say, "Wait; when you least expect it." I could see the confusion on Scott's parent's faces, but I knew that he was baiting me with the knowledge that when we walked out of the door and set off on our way back to the Jackson's house, I would be under his command, and I must admit that now I was getting a little nervous, but also excited about what Scott might be planning for me.
We had a very nice dinner and the time spent chatting afterwards was also enjoyable, but at last Scott was able to say that we had better get going on our way as we did not want to be riding in the dark. We did have lights on our bicycles, but they were not very bright and there is always a risk that some driver might not be paying the best attention and then we would by the ones that came off second best. Although it was already about half past eight, there was still sufficient light to see by; but it would soon fade rapidly away and so we really did have to leave then. On the way back, Scott did his feeling my cock trick again but when we got to the last stop before reaching the house, Scott ordered me to remove all my clothing except for my shorts. I did as ordered as there did not seem to be anything bad about that.
"Now, pull the one leg of your shorts up so that your cock and balls hang free outside and sit on the saddle so that your bum holds the shorts like that." Scott ordered. I wasn't too sure about this, but I had promised to obey Scott and as there did not seem to be anybody about, I did as ordered and we rode the rest of the way to the house with my cock pointing towards the stars because I couldn't help but get hard from the excitement and risk of the situation. We got to the house and put our bikes by the garage door which we would open from the inside to put our bikes away.
"Ok, give me your shorts now." Scott demanded. Now it was one thing to be naked in the back yard that was secluded, or out in the woods where we would be hidden from others, but to be nude on the front drive where anyone passing by could see was a bit of another thing; so I hesitated. "Come on!" Scott said sternly, "We haven't got all night you know."
As nervous as I was, I slipped my shorts off and followed Scott to the front door where he seemed to take an age to find the right key and open it. An age where my boner was bobbing in time to my rapid heartbeat and I was looking around anxiously hoping that no one would pass by before the door was opened and I was able to pass through into the relative privacy of closed doors. I am sure that Scott deliberately took a long time and tried each key on the bunch at least twice before he was "successful" in finding the right key. My relief was short-lived though, because once we were inside, Scott told me that I had go as I was and put the bikes away. That would mean that I had to open the swing door on the garage and I knew from before that it made a lot of noise and required a fair bit of effort to get it up. The other thing was that the light in the garage came on automatically when the door opened and so I would not be able to use the cover of the darkness of the garage to hide me. Reluctantly I set off on my task and spent at least two minutes just getting the garage door high enough to allow me to pass underneath with the bikes. All the time my naked body was on show to the street. I dashed out and grabbed the first bike and pushed it inside and then dashed out and got the second one. As I was pushing it inside, I could hear some talking and knew that there were people walking along the pavement outside the house. I ran the last few feet with the bike and after leaning it against the wall of the garage I jumped across and began to pull the door down. I know the people passed along the end of the drive before I got it closed, but I don't know if they were in time to see anything of my nudity. I then went inside and left the timer to turn off the garage lights.
"Well done. Now you can strip me." Scott said and remained standing where he was in the passage. I approached him and started with his feet. Shoeless I moved on and removed his T shirt over his head before finally getting to my prize and slid his shorts down to reveal his hard cock that I leant into and kissed as he lifted each foot in turn for me to slip his shorts off.
"What are you doing?" Scott demanded.
"I was kissing your cock." I replied.
"Rule number one – you do not touch any cock without my express command to do so." Scott ordered. "Now get up to the shower and kneel on the floor in the shower with your eyes closed and back to the door." I was commanded.
I got up and began to move off to obey his orders. "Wait!" Scott shouted. "Take the clothes to the bedroom on your way."
I picked up the clothes which I had removed from Scott just minutes previously and then saw the bundle of my clothes and picked them up as well and carried them up to the room. Leaving the clothes on the bed, I went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower alcove. I knelt on the floor and closed my eyes and waited. I had probably been kneeling for about a minute and was beginning to wonder how long I would be left like that when I heard the soft pad of Scott's footsteps on the bathroom floor. The sound was not loud enough for me to make out what he was doing and I was being obedient and kept my eyes closed. Scott was very quiet and I was wondering where he was when I heard the tap running at the basin. Then I heard him move again and silence. Then I felt some warm water dribble onto my back, but the force of the jet of water increased and I realised that Scott was peeing on me. The running tap was either to get him going or to fool me or both. Moments later my thoughts were confirmed when I got a whiff of his urine. I could feel it running down my back and along the crack of my bum before running across the floor to the drain.
"Now turn around and suck my cock." Scott ordered. I did so and saw that he had got a little soft with the peeing and still had a drop of what I presumed to be urine sitting in the slit of his cock eye. This did kind of put me off and I raised my hand to wipe it away but Scott stopped me and ordered me to touch his cock with my tongue first. I steeled myself knowing that it was just the thought and that people had drunk their own urine when they had been caught in the desert and such like and that there were those strange people out there who like golden showers and loved drinking their master's piss. But I was not one of those people and could not see myself becoming one. I lapped my tongue across the end of his semi-hard cock and then opened my mouth to take him in. Wrapping my lips around my teeth, I clamped down lightly on his cock and sucked until I felt his pubes tickling my nose and his cock tickling the back of my throat.
I sucked his cock as best as I could and gave him the blow job he wanted. It took a while but he did eventually grab my head and ram his cock hard into my mouth as he began to spit out the seed he had prepared while we were having our dinner with his parents. Then we had a shower because "I don't know what you've been doing, man, but you stink of piss worse than a pensioner's cottage." Scott explained with a huge grin on his face. I had to wash Scott first and then myself. "And make sure you give your bum a good washing because "when you least expect it" it is going to take my man meat and I don't want it getting dirty." Scott demanded. There had been no mention of my cock getting any special attention and so I presumed that I was going to suffer the same treatment that I had given to Scott. Our showers finished, I was ordered to the bedroom and to make sure the oil was ready.
I did as I was ordered and put the bottle of oil on the bedside cabinet and then lay down on the bed to await Scott who seemed to be taking a long time to follow me into the room. As I lay there, I closed my eyes and tried to relax and think of something else other than my hard cock crying out for some attention which I was not allowed to give it. As a result I did not see or hear Scott when he came to the room and I got quite a fright when he suddenly demanded, "Who said you could lie down on the bed. That is another forfeit when you least expect it."
After I had recovered from the start he gave me, I jumped up and stood beside the bed. "Sorry, I did not realise that I had to ask permission to lie down on the bed. "
"Well from now on you either ask permission for anything you want to do, or you just wait and obey any orders I give you." Scott said.
"Uh, ok I guess." I said. After all I had told him my Christmas present to him was to give myself to him for a period to do with as he pleased and expect nothing in return.
"Now we have that squared away, let's start on preparing you. Lie down on the floor and begin to finger fuck yourself with one finger." Scott ordered. "And don't forget to use lube.
That was not too hard a task to comply with, but I was not too happy about having to lie on the floor to do it. I oiled up my finger and lying on my back I lifted my legs into the air and then reached around the outside of my hips to reach my hole with my one hand and slipped my finger in my waiting bum. I let some more oil dribble down from my perineum into my crack and onto my finger to help add some more inside me.
"Now add a second finger." Scott ordered after I had been stabbing my chute for a few minutes with just the one finger. "And make sure you do not stimulate your prostate as my cock will do enough of that, and you are not to cum until I allow you too.
I dutifully added the second finger and after a while a third at his command. When I had got the three fingers moving in a steady rhythm he ordered me to use my other hand to smear oil over his cock. This I did with pleasure and made sure my thumb rubbed over the end of his glans every time I moved my hand up or down his cock. I knew this would excite his nerve endings in that area a lot and would hopefully make him lose control and let his cock slip over my prostate enough to make me cum without touching my cock. Alas Scott was too clever to be caught with that and he came inside me and withdrew long before my impoverished cock could be enriched with an orgasm. As soon as he had blown his load, Scott pulled out of my bum and ordered me to sit on the chamber pot he had sneaked in while my eyes were closed. This meant that all his cum and my mucous leaked out into the potty instead of onto the carpet or bed covers, which would be much harder to clean up.
I had been left to sit on the potty for half an hour before Scott said anything. And all he said was, "and now for a forfeit."