Thanks to Bolt for giving the suggestion about karate suits.
Harte wasn't a very introspective teen - even considering teens in general. Yet, he thought about this boy tom, a lot. He couldn't explain the attraction he had for him, and he HAD thought about it. Maybe it was the fact that tom was such a nerd, a geek, whatever, and as one of the "challenging students" as the Dean had called him once, Harte was thumbing his nose at the rest of the world, even though no one knew it. Or maybe it was just because tom was so damn good looking and Harte was, well, gay? Could that be it? He didn't know. He had had girlfriends, just a few, and they were fun, but he never wanted to be with any of them the way he wanted to be with tom. And tom seemed to enjoy being with him too, although he tried to deny it, regularly. That was part of the fun, too. Harte liked winning, and every time he was able to get tom on his knees to suck his cock, or pin him down and tease him until he came himself, he had, in fact "won:" he had conquered the pretty boy, the one everyone thought was date bait. Harte knew that other guys at the school were checking out tom, but he also knew, tom wasn't doing anything with anyone but him. What they were doing had expanded. One time, while Harte was playing with tom's nipples, he sighed, and looked at tom. "Know what I wanna do right now tommy? I wanna kiss you." tom lifted up his head, tried to get up and found himself squarely on his back when Harte pinched his nip exceptionally hard. "WHAT? KISS ME? Like I'm some kind of girl?" "No. I wanna kiss you like you're some kinda guy. " tom tried to get up again. "HELL NO HARTE. NOW LET ME UP." "Uh uh," Harte smiled, and he rolled onto tom, pinning him down harder. All of tom's martial arts couldn't have gotten Harte off and, truth to be told, he liked the feeling of Harte on top of him. "Now, you gonna kiss me?" "NO. Now. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW" Harte pressed his knee into tom's crotch and, when tom screamed in surprise, Harte made his move. He locked his lips on top of tom's, and pushed his tongue in. Gently. tom squirmed, trying to get the tongue out of his mouth at first, moaning in protest but then... he softened. He stopped fighting, and Harte pushed his tongue in further. Harte made some sounds that made it clear he was enjoying it, and tom's struggles, such as they were, were the type where, if he weren't pinned down, he would've hugged Harte closer to him. He felt his cock getting harder: it was already hard from Harte playing with his nipples, and even though he knew he couldn't get up, his hips began to buck. That's when Harte broke the kiss. "It's ok tommy. I know what you want." He slid tom's zipper down, and when tom's cock popped out, Harte began stroking it. They seemed to have come to an agreement: tom sucked Harte, but Harte jerked off tom. tom never seemed to show any interest in having his cock sucked, unlike Harte, who wanted it every time they were together, and usually got it. Now , as he began slowly jerking tom, he whispered into his ear. "Know what I saw in the school paper today, tommy?" "No. What?" "I saw that a certain blond math whiz is turning 18 next week." He paused and whispered "I can't wait. " "NEITHER CAN I. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" tom's orgasms were always very big and very violent. He tried to abstain during the week, and he usually managed to get by with one or two. Harte, on the other hand, bragged that he jerked off at least twice a day (he did).
They also learned that tom actually LIKED being tied up. They had tried it a few times: "just playing out episodes from TV" where tom was the captured hero. One time, they had actually played that game when tom was still in his school clothes. That was the day Harte gagged him and found out, totally by experimenting, that tom was very, VERY ticklish. "OOOOOH, tommy. Are you gonna pay for not telling me that. " It didn't happen that day, but Harte remembered. He was waiting. Graduation came and went. It was, perhaps, as anticlimactic as it is for most high schoolers, but the parents had a good time. tom would be going off to the local university, and Harte had a job in a hardware store. They continued to hang out during the summer, and tom began to feel more comfortable around Harte. Harte recognized that when, one evening, he came by wearing shorts, rather than long pants. "WHOA. tommy's gonna show me his legs." tom began blushing and laughing "'C'mon, stop it! It's just warm." "You sure tommy boy? Or are you trying to lure me into doing something like lick the sweat from behind your knees?" tom began to blush. "I didn't think about that, but it sounds like it would be fun." "On the bed tommy. Face down. I get to tie your wrists if you're gonna get that." Being bound, and having Harte's tongue on him? That was good with tom. REAL good. He was glad he was lying down because Harte couldn't see his boner pop. The licking was a combination of sensual, and ticklish. Harte kept tom pretty immobile by wrapping his ankles under his arm. That, together with his bound wrists, meant all tom could do was laugh, and beg Harte to stop- even though he didn't really want him to. When Harte eventually DID stop, he didn't let tom's ankles go right away. Instead, tom felt him running his hand over his ass, squeezing occasionally, and then he felt Harte's body drop next to him, whispering in his ear "It's mine before it's anyone else's . Remember?" "I do Harte, I do. Can you... " "Jerk you off?" tom was still embarrassed when he asked. "Yes. Please." "Kiss me first." tom had not only gotten used to kissing, he really liked it. His wrists were still tied, and he closed his eyes, imagining Harte was some villain who had captured him, and was forcing him to do these things. Like shooting. Harte had opened tom's shorts before he began kissing him, and tom's cock lost control and shot all over.
tom began to feel more comfortable as the summer went on. He began to take his shirt off when they "messed around" as he called it. One time, when Harte had him pinned on the bed, and was teasing tom's nips, he asked him. "So when am I gonna get my prize, tommy boy?" tom sighed, and tried to squirm away. He couldn't. "Harte... I'm not ready for that. I don't think I ever will be." "You will be. You just need more of stuff like this." And then, for the first time since they had started, Harte began chewing on tommy's nipple. "OH SHIT FUCK. OH GOD HARTE. STOP. NO DON'T. OOOOOH. " Harte did stop and smiled. "You want more of that? My cock gets serviced first. Knees." That was their new code. if Harte said "knees" that meant tom got on his and sucked him. He had learned a lot since that first time, and Harte's moans were no longer faked. He knew: he had a superb cocksucker in tom. After he exploded, and they were back on the bed again, with Harte playing with tom's nipples, tom said "Hey, you know what I'd like to do?" Harte laughed. "Feel my cock inside you?" "NO! I'd like to show you some of my karate moves next time I'm here." Harte smiled. "You gonna wear your gi and everything?" "If you want me to. Black belt, fancy suit, the whole thing." "And here I am, with just my green belt." "You know, that's the fastest progress that I've ever heard of." Harte smiled as he rolled on top of tom. "Well, that's because I have to keep on top of my game, so I can keep my tommy boy in line." He began kissing him again. Now, tom began to moan. "Harte. HARTE PLEASE. PLEASE . LET ME OPEN MY PANTS." "Ha ha. Why should I do that? " "CAUSE I'M GONNA SHOOT." "Yeah?" "AND I DON'T WANT MY MOM TO SEE THE STAIN." "Hmmm. Well, let's see. You gonna keep your promise?" tom's hips began to buck. "YES. YES. YOU'LL BE THE FIRST. YOU WILL YOU WILL." Harte laughed as he released tom's cock, and the boy blew a load all over.
They would look back at the day that tom performed the kata as a day that changed both of their lives. It wasn't intended. It just. happened.
tom came over and changed into the gi. He wrapped and tied the black belt around his middle. Harte thought about wearing his karate suit as well, but he decided to let tom have the floor. "Ok, this is one of the three katas I had to do to get my black belt. It takes about fifteen minutes." tom began the intricate "dance" that is a kata. At times, he looked like a handsome blonde insect, at other times a flying hero, and at other times, as Harte recalled, "just a badass." The kata required a lot of energy. tom was sweating when he was done, sucking breath. "Let me get you some water tommy. " Harte went off. His erection was strong. He hadn't planned this, but the thought of tom tied up in that karate robe. He came back, and after he put the water on the table, he covered tom's mouth with his hand. "You need to be tied up. TIGHT. Captured ninja." "mmmmmmmmmph." tom hadn't thought about that either, but he began to imagine the scenario. He put his hands behind his back while Harte tied them with his own green belt. "You'll never get away with this!" tom grunted, trying to set up a scene. "Get away with what, tommy boy? I can get... these." Harte reached underneath tom's gi, and found his balls. He began to roll them through the jock tom was wearing. He hadn't done that too often. tom's breathing got faster, and when Harte put his tongue in his ear, tom moaned. "Tell me what you want me to do." "I want you on my bed. It's time." tom tried to swallow. His mouth was dry, and he was nervous; he felt Harte's hard on against his backside, and he wanted it. Badly. "Is it gonna hurt? he asked "Probably a little. But I'll be gentle." Harte made a joke that didn't quite work. "I'll treat you like the princess you are." tom's hands were still tied behind him, and he was still in the karate suit. Harte just pushed the top of the robe up, and slid down his jock. "I'm gonna do what I can to get you ready for it. You're gonna call the shots, though. Ok, tom?" tom was nervous. He just shook his head yes Harte began by gently massaging tom's entry hole. He had never done that before, and the sensations were driving tom wild. His cock began to grow. Then he felt one of Harte's fingers enter him very, very easily, not too far, and very gently. Harte's voice was a whisper "How you handling it, tommy?" "It feels good. I'm fine." Harte pushed his finger in further, and he felt tom's muscles begin to relax. When they had relaxed more, he began pushing in his second finger. tom gasped. "You still good, handsome?" "tom was wincing a little but he said "I'm fine. I'm good. Keep going." "If I keep going... I'll be in you next. You still want it?" tom hesitated, before he whispered an answer. "Yes. Pick my cherry Harte." Harte had a sense of conquest, but also of concern. He really didn't want to hurt tom, but he wanted his ass in the worst way. He began to push in. "OW.. That's... that's bigger than your finger." "Tell me if I should pull it out. I'm just gonna leave it right here." Harte had barely entered tom, and he smiled. He moved his fingers up to tom's chest, and toyed with a nipple. When he did, he felt tom's ass relax a little. "Shall I go in further?" "Just a little." Harte pushed in, until he got another "OW" from tom. He was moving very slowly, and he was hoping that he could hold his orgasm until he was all the way in. Then he couldn't help himself. He said what he had been thinking for months: "TOMMY, YOU'RE GONNA BE MY BITCH. I'M GONNA FUCK YOU LIKE A WHORE." and he shoved in, hard, all the way. "OWWWW. HARTE STOP. HARTE... COME ON. YOU'RE HURTING ME. " "Then how come you're so hard, tommy? Ha ha. You like this." Harte began to pump his cock sliding in and out. "No.. NO REALLY. It's too much. Stop. STOP PLEASE." "I'll stop when I'm done. I'm not even close. " He could feel tom struggling to get out of his wrist restraints, but he had tied them well. He saw sweat forming through tom's gi, and he didn't care. As he was pumping, tom's cock blew. He screamed in a high voice when he did. And as he finished, Harte pulled out and shot all over tom's karate suit." Harte looked at tom's face. "You ok, tommy?" "NO. NO. I'M NOT. UNTIE ME AND LET ME GO. NOW. OR I'LL WAKE YOUR WHOLE HOUSE UP." "Ok, Ok. One second." A quick push with his pen knife, and Harte cut the karate belt. tom jumped out of the bed. "Where are my clothes? I gotta get changed, now." "Tommy. Tommy, stop. Let's talk about it. " "Nothing to talk about. No. No. I'm not gay. You're not gonna make me a fag." He jumped into his clothes as fast as he could and grabbed his gear. He didn't say goodnight, he just ran up the stairs. Harte heard the door slam. He didn't see tom for the rest of the summer. There were no answering machines, and when he called tom's house, tom was always "not in at the moment." "SHIT. All that work and I lost him." It wasn't until mid November - nearly 4 months later - that Harte saw tom again.