Cody Enters My life By John johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com
This series of completely fictional work could be categorized in either the Gay Male Authoritarian section, or the Adult Youth Section of the Nifty Archives. You must be of legal age where you reside in order to view this. If you are offended by material pertaining to the humiliation, spanking, punishment, or sexual abuse of adult males do not read this. If you are offended by material pertaining to sexual relationships between an adult male and a teen boy, then do not read it either.
I woke up early: about 0430; cold as hell and with a piss hard on. I got up, opened the door to the cabin, and pissed into 10 degree snow. Closing the door, I threw 2 logs in the stove, blew until it lit, then put a big pot full of snow on to thaw/boil. I crawled back into the cot, by 8 inch cock and huge balls shriveled so that I looked about 12 years old.
After an hour of shivering, I got up and made coffee in the warm cabin. The big pot of snow had melted down, and I used that to fill the coffee pot. I also refilled the big pot to have water to shave and bathe.
The wind had blown all night, and the batteries were full. I stepped outside the cabin, dropped my boxer-briefs to piss a second time, then came inside and poured the coffee.
As I sipped the strong black liquid, I thought further about things. First, I considered the Lodge, my inheritance, and my future. I decided that, for now, I would not practice medicine. I would make the Lodge my residence, and manage it as I learned about the finances. I considered my grandfather?s security, and decided that it was wise: anyone worth a billion dollars needed protection. Special forces guys would be the best protection. Finally, special forces guys who needed to work for someone who asked, got told, and didn?t get a shit, would be even more loyal.
Having settled that, I signed on to my notebook and checked my regular account. There was a note from Mr. Harrison, telling me how much he enjoyed our meeting, and offering to show me around the operation in the City. I hit reply, and said that I expected to be in town next week, but would tell him when I wanted to meet. I also had a message from one of Harrison?s minions, inviting me to visit, and telling me about the corporate apartment maintained for my grandfather, and now for me. He included a link with pics to tour the place.
Suffice to say, it was a palace. It was essentially a downtown penthouse, 4 bedrooms/4 baths, with a glassed in outdoor area and Jacuzzi. The master bedroom looked palacial, and the bath was huge, containing a shower with at least 6 heads; sauna; steam room; large Jacuzzi tub; and finally something that I recognized from my extracurricular porn surfing: a shower table.
I chose not to reply to this minion.
The next message was from Sergeant Kowalski. He wished me well on my hunting trip, more or less asked me when I would be back, and asked to meet with me as soon as possible. I told him that I would return the next day, and that we could meet when I returned.
By this time, the pot on the wood stove was boiling. I took out some of the water in a basin, and used it to shave. After shaving my face, I decided that I would have my balls and around my asshole. As soon as I thought of this, I grew hard, and this did not reduce as I shaved. Closing my eyes, I considered another fantasy of mine.
There was a man a bit older than me; perhaps 32or so. I was restrained on my back to a table, and he was laughing at me. He took out a straight razor, and held it to my cock and balls. I shuddered, and begged him not to hurt me, fearing the worst. He then lathered me up, and shaved my scrotum, inner thighs and the top of my pubes, making me appear as I had in my teen years, but for my now larger cock and balls. He then announced that he would fuck my ass. He untied my ankles, and grabbed them as he lifted my legs over my head. Just as he was about to enter, I looked up, and was shocked by the image of a boy in his teens, looking scared and knowing at the same time. The image shattered my fantasy, and I returned to real life, now soft and disturbed by what I had considered. I sort of shook my head, emptied the basin, and quickly washed myself with the remaining water. Pouring the black coffee, I sat down and logged off my usual account, instead checking the one I set up the previous night.
Upon logging on, I noted that I had 5 messages. The first two were from fratboy, and included photos of him and the two buddies that wanted to abuse me. All 3 were very hot, though different guys. Frat boy was, as expected, a muscular black haired hairy guy who looked like a rugby player. The other two looked like porn models: late teens or early twenties; lanky swimmers builds; and smooth bodies. I was instantly hard again, and replied that I was now on line and couldn?t wait to meet.
The remaining three messages were as follows. The first was from the same 40 year old guy into disciplining others. He described his set up and reiterated the options. I replied that I planned to be in town in a few days, and indicated that I would e mail him to set up our appointment. My dick was soft as I did this, but I figured that this was a safe way to ease back into getting disciplined; my last experience being a tamarind switch used by my dad prior to my going to boarding school.
The next message was from the pro dom. He gave me a number to call, asked me to spell out my ?limits? and said he was looking forward to meeting me. I replied and said that I planned to be in town soon and would contact him. I also indicated that I wanted to be stripped, paddled/belted, humiliated, made to suck cock, but not fucked.
The third message was just weird. It contained a few pictures of a naked guy, looking quite young, and indicated that he would whip my ass, ?for a price?. It seemed like a scam, but I replied and asked how much, and if he really thought he could handle me.
After completing these e mails, I dressed and went outside. It had snowed overnight, and I realized I would not get very far hiking. I returned to the cabin, put on the snowshoes, and went out for a hike.
I knew I needed a real work out, and spent the next 7 hours hiking. Along the way I saw black bear, deer, a bald eagle, and a variety of birds. I pushed myself, panting and sweating, craving that burn that comes with really hard exercise.
At around 2 pm, I returned home, sweating and exhausted. The cabin was cold, and I added wood to the stove. Once I warmed, I stripped down and decided to eat. Taking more deer steaks, I fried them up in the cast iron skillet and feasted on meat: nothing else, but meat.
Satiated, I took a nap, waking up around 4 pm. I put on my clothes, went to the outhouse, and took a long piss. Returning to the cabin, I stripped down to my boxer briefs, and took stock of what I saw. Massaging my abdomen, I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. This time it went to a new fantasy, and I massaged my hard dick as it progressed.
The man in his 30s had finished fucking me, and untied my bonds. I fell asleep sobbing, then woke to the sound of a soothing touch, and young voice: it was the teen boy who I had seen in the earlier fantasy. I was naked, and he was dressed in his briefs and athletic shorts. He massaged my back and chest, all the while saying how sorry he was for what happened. I opened my eyes, vaguely noticed the tenting of the boy?s shorts, then closed them again. Feeling something warm and moist around my dick, I realized that the boy was sucking me off.
I awoke from the dream, having just shot a huge load into my boxer briefs, then realized that it was only a dream.
Removing the shorts, I wiped myself off, and dutifully ate the cum from my underwear and the cloth: fulfilling the requirement of my service fantasies. After doing so, I went back to my computer, checking the false e mail again.
There were several messages. The first was from the 40 year old disciplinarian, stating that he was looking forward to our meeting.
The second was a short message from the pro dom, indicating that he would meet me when I contacted him.
The third was from the weirdo who posted the pics of the young guy. He said that he would ?whip my ass while I cried? and ?fuck you until you shoot just from the fucking?. There was more to this message, but it seemed pretty immature, making me think that it might really be a kid who was on Cl and trying to play adult. I replied ?yeah right? then moved on to the next message.
Not surprisingly, this was from ?fratboy? and contained further descriptions of what would happen to me, as well as a description of how this would be witnessed by the freshman pledges. I doubted this, but replied ?yes Sir, will contact you when I am in town?.
At this point, I went to sleep. I decided I was returning to the lodge tomorrow.