The Five-Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal of Kyle Adamsley Chapter 2
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The Five Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal of Kyle Adamsley by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@yahoo.com comments welcome
Kyle Adamsley, 17, to be trained John Versallis, 36, trainer Fred Zycowski, 54, John's assistant Jeremy Dash, 22 NEW CHARACTER Assortment of others, ages 17 to 27 _____________________________________________
From the looks of Kyle's trembling body and the pre-cum flowing from his swollen cock, the kid was in for a rough time.
"Time for the strap, boy!" ___________________________________
CHAPTER 2
DAY ONE, CONTINUED
I needed to delay the strapping--not for a long time--just enough for Kyle to experience the fear of dreaded anticipation.
From the tall cabinet, I took out the strap, called a tawse. The half-inch thick strap with three, whip-like tails at the end had a startling, primitive appearance. It looked painful.
I left the strap in its canvas bag so I could bring it out later with Kyle watching--to induce fear in him of the leather instrument of pain. I wondered if its punishing appearance would be enough to soften his handsome cock. New ideas of where I could strike his body came to mind.
I threw the bag on the floor near Kyle. He glanced at it briefly, a fleeting pained expression crossing his face as he looked away.
"How do you feel, boy?"
"Horny. Can we work out a deal?"
I knew exactly where this was going, but I played dumb. I watched Kyle's sweaty face get a new coating of perspiration as I unstrapped him from the table and began to restrain him in a standing, spread-eagle position. Two ropes hanging from the ceiling and two rings embedded in the floor made the job simple.
"Deal for what?"
"I'm horny as hell. I'm seventeen and I was in this chastity belt for five days. And--"
"And it doesn't feel like you shot your load fifteen minutes ago, boy, does it?"
"No, sir."
"So what kind of deal are you looking for, kid?" I knew damn well what he wanted. What I wanted was to whip his toned, athletic body with the strap.
"You let me come now, and I perform for you any time you want when I'm off duty," Kyle said, his face full of need.
I pretended to think it over.
"Okay, Kyle. If you do well today, I'll cut you some slack. But it means an extra day of training for you."
I lied. I had no intention of doing any of that.
"Y-yes, sir!" he said, his upper torso shaking. "That sounds great, sir."
"I'm taking off your chastity belt as a sign of good faith."
The chastity tube was larger than Kyle's erection and lined with a soft material that prevented irritation of the penis.
The kid grinned as I undid the fasteners of the thing, and he moaned nicely when I slid the tube off his dick. At this point, I had him tied in place--his feet well apart and his arms fully spread, showing off his body nicely.
"Thank you, sir."
I couldn't resist tickling him. Starting under his arms, I dug in with my wriggling fingers and worked my way to his ribs, thighs, and a special place near the knees.
The poor kid lost his breath immediately, guffawing and squirming with youthful energy. His feet were not accessible, but I had some special tools I could try on them later. I used thick feathers as a finale, watching with satisfaction as Kyle lost all sensual control, his laughter filling the room.
The boy was red-faced and breathless when I stopped. I gave him a minute to recover before I resumed.
"Have you ever been punished with a strap?"
"No, sir."
"Did your dad use something besides his hand?"
"A hairbrush."
"Would you say you were beaten with it?"
"No, sir," he said, his face reddening again.
"Have you ever been whipped, boy?" I said, noting the grave expression on the nicely built lad's face. He did not answer right away. The fear was eating at him.
"No sir," he said, his voice weak, fluttering.
"Well, take a look at THIS," I said, sliding the strap out of its canvas bag, dangling it in front of him.
The boy gasped, his reddening face dark with tension. He would sweat now.
"These little tails at the end make for a nice bite. Some people call them fingers. They sting like hell, boy," I said, taking the strap and sliding its fingers over his erection.
"Fuck!"
Even though Kyle knew the strap was a thing of pain, his cock bounced. I enjoyed his labored breaths and the tremors that had his hands shaking.
"I've made it easy for you, Kyle. You don't have to get into any special position. You're all tied up exactly where I want you. That means no muscular exertion--I do all the work."
"Yes, sir," he said, sweating with fear now, his breathing under control. "Sir, that thing looks wicked." He shook visibly, his resolve weakening.
"I'll start with some nice smacks here," I said, ignoring his comment and dragging the strap along his buttocks, watching the smooth mounds clench at the leather's touch.
"And then here, and here, and of course, here," I said, repeating the tender sliding process on his legs, ribs, and back, enjoying making his firm body twitch more forcibly with each gentle swipe of the strap, the thick leather sliding easily along the hairless flesh.
"God, no!"
I liked this strap because it was long, allowing me to do my work from several feet away. This way, I could see Kyle's bodily reactions--each shiver, jolt, and pained grimace.
I delighted to see his knees give out, his body sinking, straining the ropes that held him.
I aimed for the butt cheek furthest away from me, sending the strap smacking into the perfect mound with a monumental thwack.
"Yearrrrrrrrrghhhh!" Please, no! God that hurt! Ohhhhhh!"
"That's nothing, boy," I said, slamming the stinging tails into his thigh, where it joined the buttock.
The kid let loose a blood-curdling scream. That was minor compared with the hideous blasts of sound he made when the three-tailed strap whipped his back. It had not taken many strokes to soften his cock and leave him wilted and breathless.
Approaching him quietly from behind, I planned to whip him once on each side, directly on the ribs. The gruesome whipping sound added to the pain and unnerved the kid as a vicious stroke of leather struck the tender skin.
These two unexpected and most painful blows produced the most ear shattering screams and bodily jolts the boy had uttered thus far.
Kyle hung from the restraints, drained, howling with the lingering agony--the pain that continued to emanate from the ghastly strapping he had taken.
Then I decided a few more on his back would be a good finale. I gave a savage stroke just below the shoulder.
"Warrrrrrrrrghhh!" he shouted. "Please--please sir. It's excruciating--I can't take--"
I cut him short with an equal blow to the other shoulder.
"Gaaaaaaauuurrrrghhhhhhhh!" he screamed, the torment of the strap overcoming him.
Kyle sagged, breathless, wet with perspiration, nearly broken, his body limp in his bonds. The kid looked hot as hell hanging there, heaving for breath and sweating inhumanly, his face animated with distortion as he uttered the labored gasps that announced his suffering. I adjusted my erection.
Although I had some sympathy for the boy, I would need to toughen him considerably, besides training him to endure longer periods of orgasm denial and sexual teasing. His reaction to the strapping did not bode well for success with our client, who could be much rougher on the boy. I didn't think it wise to push the good-looking kid further, for the moment.
But I could tease him now--make him squirm as I applied delicious pleasure to his penis, delighting the magnificent organ while heightening his animal cravings. And he would know my skills--just when the impossible stimulation took him to the edge of sexual climax, when he felt the fluids and pressure building at the base of his cock--I would stop.
"Urrggh! Ohhhh! Oh, God! Please, no more!"
"You're done for now, boy!" I said, dropping the tawse and running my fingers over the welts.
"OW! OW!"
I ended my inspection by pinching his nipples.
"AH! Whoa!"
"Are you in bad pain, boy?"
"I was a minute ago," Kyle said with a grin--amazing me with his youthful quick recovery--at least in spirit.
"I think you need a break and a snack," I said after hearing the soft tones of the reminder bell. I soon had Kyle released from his restraints.
"Thank you, sir," he said, pitifully gasping for air.
I gave him water, applied the prescribed rinse to his welts, and helped the brave boy shower and dress in our paper shorts and shirt.
After showing him the break room, I brought coffee from the office to the little table where Kyle had seated himself-- trusting that in the few moments I was away, he would not masturbate.
I approached from the side and saw Kyle's erection tenting the shorts, pointing up at him. He passed his thumb along its length. As yet, there were no wet stains on the paper shorts. Obviously, his thumb had been busy. I would inspect him thoroughly when the shorts came off.
"Horny?" I asked as if I didn't know.
"Fuckin desperate!"
"No. On the third day you'll be desperate. Then you'll know what sexual hunger is," I said, watching the kid flinch.
"Shit. It can't get any worse."
"It will. Better drink extra water, Kyle."
"Why's that?"
"You'll be spilling more and more sweat and pre-cum as we progress. That dehydrates the body rapidly." He drank two large glasses.
"I can't drink any more. I'm full."
Two glasses of water and some cherries, and the boy was full. No wonder he stayed so slender. I opened the snack cabinet, revealing an abundance of prepackaged snack foods.
"Are you sure you don't want some crackers or cakes?"
"No, thank you, sir. I need someone to crawl under the table and suck me off!" the boy said with charming urgency.
"I can arrange most of that."
"Most of that? What do you mean?"
"I can get someone to suck you. But not OFF."
"Fuck! . . . . Yes, sir."
"Kyle--you can call me John while we're snacking."
"Okay, John. I'm starting to like being called 'boy,' by the way," he said, chuckling and enjoying his cherries.
He winced with pain each time he shifted or leaned and the chair contacted his well-punished back.
"So, where are you from, Kyle?"
"Kansas. Rural Kansas."
"Wheat farm?"
"Corn."
"You played sports in high school?"
"Tight end for 2 years on the varsity football team. I got several awards. MVP twice."
I was surprised, but it fit with Kyle's strong adolescent drive. It would be nice, knowing I was dealing with an athlete.
"Do you miss living out in the country?"
"Yes. It's quiet there--more relaxed. But the city has more . . . interesting people."
"Boys, I take it?"
"Oh, you know. Some boys. Men, mostly. That's not in my personnel file, is it?"
"No. I just surmised."
"Do you have any milk?" Kyle said, ignoring the coffee.
"Should be some there in the fridge."
I should have guessed Kyle would drink milk--it fit so well with cherries and water, his flawless skin, and those fucking good looks of his.
"Thanks. So, what happens now?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
Kyle merely raised his eyebrows and smiled, revealing more of his inner strength.
"I was impressed with your performance on the Alpha test, boy. How did you escape from that culvert in thirty seconds?"
"Twenty-two seconds, actually. I just spread my arms and legs and pushed my way out."
"But the concrete is rough as hell. Didn't the pain in your hands and feet stop you?"
"They're tough from the farm work," Kyle said, glancing at his hands. "I went barefoot a lot--even in the shucking room."
"That explains it. Still, what you did took incredible strength. No scratches or cuts?"
"Scraped my dick as I got to the top. Nothing serious," he said, grinning again.
"No one even comes close to twenty-two seconds. I think your record will stand forever."
"Might be nice," he said with a confident smile. "How harsh does the pain get? Would you use a whip or something more brutal?"
"I can't tell you that. But I can say that you'll suffer no permanent marks or actual damage--although we might come close to that. Medical treatment, if needed, is at our expense. You'll be fully paid for any time you need to recover from the training, if any, until you're ready to work again."
I was shocked to find Kyle grinning as I finished my speech.
"Fair enough," he said as he finished his milk and the reminder tone sounded.
"Stand up, boy."
"Yes, sir."
I was greeted with the sight of Kyle's body and the great protrusion his erection made.
"You're too fucking good-looking for you own good. Do you know that, boy?"
"Do I have to answer?"
"No."
Another grin.
"I will tell you I have a lot of respect for you, boy."
"Thank you, sir."
"It's time to get back. Same position as before."
We returned to the training room.
"Strip slowly, boy. The client will request that often. Don't rush pulling your shorts down."
This part seemed to anger Kyle, his grimace reminding me of a reaction to a bitter herb. I guess he wasn't the strip-teasing type, though he clearly was proud of his body.
"Yes, sir."
I tied Kyle in place, admiring his smooth skin as I attached the restraints.
"No boner, boy? Where are my manners?"
Kyle cringed, knowing he was in for more teasing.
Now I would bring him to a higher sexual frustration. Lots of hopeful boys quit once they experienced real raw, unsatisfied sexual need, with a stiffness and hunger in their cocks they never thought possible. Their balls would never get as painfully, desperately tight as during these five days.
I had a dense sponge prepared. It had a nearly spherical shape and its lubricated hole was deep and would fit perfectly. Manipulated properly, it was a cock-teasing instrument of torturous intensity. It looked deceptively tame. I had many other ways of teasing his beautiful erection, but this would shock the boy sufficiently for now.
"This will give you more than enough pleasure to bring your dick back to life and feel good again," I said, sliding the kid's surprisingly long limp cock into the slippery sponge.
"Oh, fuck! God yes!" he said, the pleasure overriding his sense of dread momentarily.
"It's nice, isn't it, boy? I can stroke it up and down, like this . . . or rotate it, like this! And don't worry. I won't let you come. But if I misjudge and you come, we'll both have the pleasure of starting over, won't we boy?"
"Uh, oh, OH! Fuck! Please," he said as I tortured his cock and let its powerful stimulating effects of the sponge speak for themselves.
Kyle was amazing--his dick lengthened at record speed. The sponge did not need my hand to hold it in place.
I left the room to go to my office.
"Is Jeremy here yet?" I shouted into the intercom.
Jeremy was a 22-year-old I picked to be a temporary assistant teaser--a very good-looking boy I was training to take my place in a few years. I picked him because he was damn good and close to Kyle's age. I thought Jeremy's fine build and boyish looks would appeal to Kyle.
"Yes, John. Do I send him in?"
"Wait about a minute, then send him."
"UHH!" I heard, turning to see Kyle's cock pointing nearly vertically, causing the sponge look like a cap. There was a bounce to his penis that made it very appealing. Wearing the sponge heightened the boy's charm, not to mention his desire.
"Ooo. Hard and pounding," I said, enjoying the view.
"Fuck! Is there some kind of drug in this lube? he said, beginning to blush and pant all over again."
"No, but that's a good idea, Kyle. I might use it someday."
I approached the kid, my hands reaching for the sponge. Its narrow hole and fine texture caused it to fit tightly. The lubricant smoothed the inside of the hole, making for a very sexual experience for the wearer.
"No, no! No more!" Kyle said, his face and voice dripping with yearning.
"Do you like it slow, boy?" I said, pulling the sponge straight up at a snail's pace, sliding it back down the excited pole in a similar fashion.
"Ah! Shit! No! That thing's alive, man. Uhhhh!"
"Maybe ten quick strokes gives you more sensation." I stroked his cock with the sponge, simulating rapid masturbation.
Kyle responded--instantly attempting to bend at the intense feelings, his face twisted.
"God! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!"
Jeremy appeared suddenly.
"Ah, Jeremy," I said ostentatiously, "I'd like you to meet Kyle Adamsley, seventeen years old--a new applicant for our special client. Sorry he's unable to shake your hand just now."
"Nice to meet you, Kyle," Jeremy said with a lewd grin as he rotated Kyle's sponge. "Looks like I got here at a good time."
"Ahh! AHH!"
Kyle's sensual moans pleased Jeremy. Poor Kyle was in for it, now.
"Cute," Jeremy said, looking the kid over.
This had Kyle blushing badly as he stood naked in front of a stranger. The poor kid squirmed and shifted his weight, thoroughly embarrassed but making quite a sensual sight, helpless as he was--tied and restrained with everything he had in plain sight.
"Might as well get the shaving over with," I said, nodding to Jeremy.
"Shaving?" Kyle said, becoming alarmed.
"Don't worry," I said. You'll only be shaved between your butt cheeks. Just hold very still."
"Oh, HE'S going to do it," Kyle said with loathing as Jeremy spread Kyle's buttocks.
"I trained him myself, boy."
"Not much hair here," my assistant declared.
"Right, Jeremy--but it gets in the way," I said. "Get the shaving kit. I'll get the gel."
We used a special gel for delicate areas that needed to be shaved. The gel's chemistry made for a smooth, painless job.
I held the kid's cheeks apart while Jeremy did the shaving. Kyle's erection remained firm. Jeremy and I admired the vigorous bounces of the boy's cock as Jeremy continued working in this erogenous zone.
When the shave was complete, Jeremy rinsed the area and returned to Kyle's front, preparing to take over the teasing.
The skilled 22-year-old rubbed Kyle's buttocks with an especially soft touch, making the poor kid shiver and moan pathetically. He used a similar technique on the kid's inner thighs, which brought a louder moan from Kyle.
"Where's that feather brush you had yesterday?"
"I'll get it," I said. "All those tools are on the shelves, here, under the examining table." The tool in question was a cylinder of wood, with feathers inserted at one end.
Kyle looked on with great interest, his cock bouncing with anticipation.
Jeremy rotated the sponge again before removing it.
"Oh, God! This is overload, man!" the horny boy said.
Kyle followed Jeremy's hands as the feather end of the brush approached his balls.
"First without the sponge, then WITH," Jeremy said as the feather brush made a sweeping wiggling journey over the kid's legs and shrinking scrotum.
"Oh! Oh! Shit! I'm gettin' there!" Kyle shouted, his face responding as if to pain rather than the pleasure he body received. "Fuckin TORTURE, man!"
At this point, the suffering boy emitted quite a stream of pre-cum, more so when Jeremy tickled the kid's perineum--the area behind his balls. I replaced Jeremy's fingers with mine, to monitor Kyle and detect the pre-orgasmic contractions.
"SHIT! You CAN'T expect me to hold it NOW!" the boy said. We ignored his outburst.
"Now WITH the sponge," Jeremy said, ignoring the boy's plea.
Kyle was treated to the dual sensations of the sensuous sponge rotating over the sex-starved head of his stiff young cock while the soft feathers tortured his balls.
"Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna CUM!" Kyle screamed.
Those were the words that stopped all teasing. I felt a pulsation between Kyle's legs.
After waiting an appropriate interval, Jeremy removed the sponge with a brilliantly fast jerking motion--to minimize the sensation of friction on the head of the boy's penis.
"The hairbrush," I said excitedly, knowing the kid needed to be distracted from his sexual craving, and might come at any moment.
Jeremy took the brush from me and began delivering a barbarous old-fashioned spanking to the kid's butt, beating his ass repeatedly with great intensity. I wondered if this brought back memories to Kyle of his boyhood hairbrush spankings. The vicious smacking sounds were arousing as hell.
"Ah! Oh! OW! FUCK!" Kyle shouted, the pain of the hairbrush already having its deflating effect on the boy's erection.
"Good," Jeremy said suddenly, stopping the spanking. "Now for his ass. Can I fuck him?"
"Oh, God. Oh, God," Kyle said, his voice a squeak and his eyes shut tightly, as a little boy about to be given a bad- tasting medicine. I was certain this reaction was Kyle's reluctance to experience any more arousal.
"No," I said to Jeremy. "That's reserved for . . . well, go ahead. A little won't hurt. But use the dildo first."
I handed Jeremy a small, vibrating dildo made of hard plastic. Its small diameter made it perfect for the shallow anal probing that was a key part of this process. We would probe no more than half an inch with the hard dildo we called a 'probe.'
I marveled at Jeremy's technique. After lubricating the tip of the probe, he activated the vibrator and slid the thing up and down and all around Kyle's rather attractive, unblemished hole.
This caused the kid to shout in short bursts and attempt to jump around the floor. His restraints permitted little of that. But his cock jumped and bounced as if begging for release on its own--the hot red thing now an angry shade of red.
"Fuck! Goddammit! Uhhhhhh!"
"You have a pretty hole," Jeremy said, finally touching the boy's anus and inserting the probe the prescribed half-inch.
This caused Kyle to blush and produce the oddest high-pitched screeching sounds I'd ever heard. His pre-cum spewed in abundance. I licked the tip of his cock to intensify things.
"Yaaahhhh! God!"
"We're running out of time," I said to Jeremy. "Skip the rimming and fuck him a little. No more than two inches of penetration."
"With pleasure," Jeremy said.
"No, you're NOT! You're not gonna let him fuck me!"
"Yes, we are," I said, pitying the poor boy, sliding my tongue to his balls.
Jeremy had undressed quickly and was anxious to begin. My naked, able assistant was about to be surprised. I stood.
"Stand here, Jeremy. Mind your position, as I taught you," I said, placing his body directly under an immobilizing harness, hanging high overhead. I triggered its release.
"Ah!" Jeremy shouted, surprised indeed.
I imagined Kyle was equally shocked, but an odd grin dominated the kid's face--like a boy deriving perverted pleasure from the sight of his brother about to be spanked.
It was like a restraining net that suddenly descended upon Jeremy and held him fast. I secured the fasteners quickly.
"Sorry, Jeremy," I said. "You're going to be part of Kyle's tease process for a while. Don't worry, all your obligations have been covered."
"But--" Jeremy yelled--angry, embarrassed, and frustrated. He quickly calmed. "Yes, sir."
Aroused now, I turned the winch that raised Jeremy's body to a point where his feet were an inch off the floor. This made it easy for me to swing him forward and back, which I would soon need to do.
"Now let's see about that two-inch penetration," I said, guiding Jeremy's firm lubricated cock to the target hole. Swinging him, I could easily control the depth of penetration of his anxious cock, which was exceedingly hard at this point.
By pressing his youthful buttocks, Jeremy's cock achieved the penetration.
"Aw, geez! Ah, yeah!" Jeremy seemed pleased.
I pressed a finger firmly to Jeremy's perineum--so I could gauge the nearness of his orgasm--and swung his body forward, causing him to penetrate Kyle a bit deeper. Quickly, I shifted to Kyle, and gently sucked on the boy's balls. This dual pleasuring got to Kyle immediately.
"Aw, fuck! Come on, man. I got a cock in me and you're--"
"It'll be all right, boy," I said, gratified that Kyle found pleasure with Jeremy penetrating him.
"FUCK!" Kyle screamed, pulling at his restraints.
Returning to Jeremy, now trembling with his own need, I swung his body back and forth, making repeated two-inch strokes into Kyle's quivering back entrance. I swung Jeremy's body five times, giving both boys a dose of sexual stimulation.
Now I had two boys shouting and screaming with need--Kyle's more desperate than Jeremy's, at the moment. I pulled Jeremy completely away from Kyle, disengaging him from his pleasure.
"DAMMIT!" Jeremy shouted. "Just a little more!"
"Oh, fuck," Kyle said, exhausted.
Jeremy's suspension was via pulley and ceiling track, so it was easy for me to slide him to the far side of the room, were he would not hear me speaking with Kyle.
The poor lad complained the whole way. I couldn't blame Jeremy for being frustrated when he'd barely begun, only to be whisked away from his rather willing pleasure source. I cleaned his erection and rinsed it, though it hardly needed that.
It was 6 p.m. Time for me to evaluate Kyle. I left Jeremy and approached Kyle quietly. The kid oozed sexual need from every pore.
"You didn't do so good. You didn't take the pain well at all, boy. So you don't get to come."
Heavy breaths and a look of impossible frustration were Kyle's responses. I felt sorry for the kid, but the consequence I had in mind would either make Kyle better at holding his cum or drive him crazy.
I wouldn't have let him come regardless of his performance.
"You're a bottom?"
"Shit! Isn't there any way I could . . . . Can we make another deal?"
"Maybe. Are you a true bottom?"
"I get horny when the right guy fucks me. Yeah, I'm a true bottom."
"Describe your ideal guy."
"Ideal guy?" he said, gritting his teeth at his cock bounced angrily.
"Yeah. Ideal guy for you--for sex."
"Around thirty. Built! Great muscles, not too bulked."
"Keep going."
"Green or gray eyes. Maybe medium to dark brown hair."
"Hairy?"
"No."
"You said thirty. Could a younger guy suit you as well?"
"Yeah . . . maybe," he said leisurely, giving the question some thought, "if he doesn't look like me."
"What do you mean?"
"A guy in his twenties might be all right, as long as he had a good build and didn't have a baby face like mine."
"Would Jeremy fill the bill?"
"No."
"I see."
"Why did you . . . want to know all that?"
I had my back to him. I was at the computer, looking up available boys. I found two that matched the description Kyle gave me. I messaged Fred to get one of the two here a.s.a.p., if available.
"I asked you that because . . . I've found your ideal man and he'll be in bed with you tonight. He's a very good top. He would do other things for you to . . . satisfy you."
"Oh, thank you sir!"
I could see all the teasing affected the kid--physically and mentally. I knew he was anticipating blowing a load or two. More, probably.
"Don't thank me, boy. You'll have your chastity belt on. All night."
"FUCCKKK!"
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This story has ended but chapters will be added on demand.
- Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear].
** Listed as just "SPECIAL SALE." ** Dillon, a
17-year-old clothing salesboy, gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Also Kevin-14, Brian-19, Tanner-19, and others.
Ages 14 to 25.
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. June 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School
CELEBRITY STORY (1)
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- The Sexual Adventures of Superbboy.
Superbboy, 16, is portrayed as a near-normal kid,
(for realism). He uses his powers sparingly.
Ages of Main Characters: High school ages, 13-17.
The Boy from Kryppton (Mark Trent) gets a sexual
awakening after the doctor says he no longer needs to
avoid phys. ed., and can let others see him naked in
the showers. Then the adventures begin.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. October 4, 2006
NIFTY - Celebrity.
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY (1)
- Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions. (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Third post APPROX. May 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest (New chapter coming soon)
BROTHER STORIES (7)
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- Hot Horny Macho Brothers. (Newer story)
Brad-17. Little bro Peter-13.
When laws change and the brothers have to
attend special sex classes, things start happening.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. November 7, 2006
NIFTY - Incest.
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- Brothers' House of Many Pleasures.
Brian and little brother Damien.
Ages of Main Characters: 17 & 14.
Big brother gets horny after a mishap with
little bro. Things heat up after that.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. October 13, 2006
NIFTY - Incest.
- Teasing My Hot Little Brother.
Aaron and little brother Kyle.
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Chapter 7 posted APPROX. Nov. 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
- Eyes for My Hot Little Brother.
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Chapter 5 posted APPROX. June 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics (New chapter coming soon)
- Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother.
Ages: Brad-17. Shawn-16.
(Chemistry for big and little bro.)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. October 27, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Little Brother Wanted it Bad. [Date corrected]
Ages: Brian-17. Cory-15.
(Little bro wants big bro and a whole lot more.)
Some S&M content, consensual.
- Chapter 7 posted APPROX. Jan. 26, 2006;
(Sorry, previously reported in error to be 11/2/06)
NIFTY - Incest.
- Discovering My Little Brother. (Brothers, Joshua, 17
and David, 13, start to get along real well.)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. July 1, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
MEDICAL EXAMS (COUNTED AS ADULT-YOUTH)
- Medical Exams for Josh and his Brothers.
(Three bros get a medical checkup from a doc who
is dad's friend. Two of the bros are 'tight.')
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 23, 2006
NIFTY - Adult Youth
(Other ADULT-YOUTH stories, see below)
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (4)
(See also "Medical Exams" above)
Except for #14, each of my Adult-Youth stories involves a
TENDER and CONSENSUAL relationship between the youth and
the adult. The age gap is relatively small--usually
no more than 5 to 11 years age difference.
- Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education.
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of
all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students
interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into
the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting
secretly in the basement.)
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 16, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
- Boy Who Was Late for School.
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
- Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (Tender; Loving)
(A kind of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. May 18, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY (1)
- My Son Drives Me Crazy. (Tender and loving)
A dad struggles with his attraction to his 14 y/o son.
Email me if you'd like more on this story. I enjoyed
writing it so far. --Dennis. StoriesNew@yahoo.com
- Chapter 5 posted APPROX. Oct. 12, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN, NO GAIN" STORIES (5)
- Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson. (NO dad-son sex so far
--I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Posted APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Spankin High School Club Initiation.
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Posted APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
(Please note there are 2 titles with the phrase
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
- Howling from the Reform School Basement. [Date corrected]
(Main age group 13 to 25. According to the new laws,
students are punished as the school attempts to modify
their behavior. Sex is used often as reward, and to
permit the students to let off steam.)
Not for the squeamish, but no lasting marks, etc.
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 18, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
- Getting it Hard at Spankin' High.
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Posted APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
- Frat Initiation Hell Week. (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Posted APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
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