Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 28.
"Why do you get spanked boy?"
"Cu-uh-uhz, uh, owwwwwww, uh oww, I uh...dunno-owww!"
"Tstk! Tstk! boy...I told you. You need discipline to be my boy. You do wanna be my boy...yes?"
"U-oh-yeh...need owwwowow! I need uh..disci-yowww!! 'an-an-annn-uh--yeh, nngh, be-uh boy."
This routine played over and over. He was spanked on all fours, up on his shoulders, on the bed, and in Andi's lap, which Andi enjoyed the most. He loved to reach under Adam and milk his pud for him. He loved how he could feel every jerk and quiver. How he could see Adam's feet fly up and his toes curl. Adam kept forgetting, was reminded, remembering, 'owow'ing, and yelping and sobbing, finally repeating after Andi, how much he loved to be spanked. How much he needed to be spanked, that he wanted Andi to spank him all the time...every time they were together.
Andi smiled proudly, and said, "That you can count on my young dude...THAT is a guar-OWN-tee!!" He plopped Adam to his hands and knees, then straddling him facing his feet, Andi, with a sneaker in each hand, waled him with thundering shots so hard that Adam kept scooting forward from both the shot and reflex...they were moving all around the room to Adam's gasping screams! Two simultaneous shots, one to each cheek, flattened him to the floor.
Andi was rock hard, not a foreskin in sight. Spit-oiling his prod, he slipped down to his knees, rolled Adam's burning red tail over, he pulled the kid's feet to his cheeks. He nudged his slick hardness to the boy's tail smile...kissing the feet bottoms, he burrowed through the crease. He leaned in....the boy's legs slipped over his shoulders...he gripped Adam's soft wick and wound his hand 'round and 'round....Adam scootched ever so slightly up into Andi as Andi found his target and slowly eased into Adam's hidden place. "Ohhhhhh-uhh-nghhmm," Adam jerked at entry, moaned then sighed. That sweat-streaked face shined up at Andi, and its eyes went wide....way wide, when Andi bottomed to his hairs. Adam locked his ankles behind Andi's head, and his toes went stiff, up and out, then curled under.....
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 28.
....as Andi pulled back out, blew Adam an air kiss, and then surged forward again, giving Adam the full long-cocking benefit of his boy pleaser. They rocked together, mostly up on Adam's shoulders, with Andi butt-snapping each time he bottomed into his new boy to the growing smile on Adam's face that held even through the abrupt body slams he was taking from the much bigger boy, but which gave him a joy he had come to want, and need these last weeks since Shane helped him find out what it is to be happy.
Andi pummeled him boy pussy like there was no tomorrow. He shouted a litany of things into Adam's face about how and what and why he was to belong and serve his new boyman master....and the young serf's smile glowed across his face with each duty and service described by Andi, not the least of which was his coming to campus with Andi on weekends to 'take care' of Andi. The building friction heat generated at his pussylips sent 'lectric surges through Adam's body....had him starting to quiver and quake....not to mention that bulbous boy dickhead of Andi's that was constantly pounding the boy's inner hot spot, and in a gasping, wheezing squeal, Adam shot a geyser of boyspoo straight up in the air that Andi almost caught on the tip of his tongue. Making up for the miss, Andi lapped it all up off Adam's chest. Then he just kep' on keepin' on and seared that boy good...."Say it boy....you can say it out loud, I know....I do....g'head."
"Mmmmmmm...yeh, fuck...me, oh And-uh...SIR! Pleeeeeeze....FUCK MEEEEEEE!" Adam screamed up at Andi's face which glowed with an easy smile masking the intensity of his ever flexing butt muscles as he powered his prick through Adam's boyhole over and over with fierce determination. The steady prodding inside Adam was bringing him to new heights of ecstasy and almost too much pleasure. After just shooting his balls dry, Adam felt a new kind of gut wracking pleasure building, and then without any warning, and little diminishing fever, Adam went off inside himself....and yet he felt himself near peak again....he was going off in internal orgasm, one after the other and they were starting to run together.
Adam couldn't get his breath, couldn't stop it, wanted it to end, but needed it to go on forever if he could even form a thought or desire.
Andi could feel Adam going off...the boy's muscles tightened down on his pumping prick, and he shot his wad seeding deep inside Adam. He pushed into Adam and held and wiggled his dick till the sensitive head buckled him and made him stop. He smiled at the bucking Adam, who was huck-sobbing, and quaking to the aftercum spasms. He looked back up into Andi's face and his smile came back when he felt Andi resume this seeming never ending boyfuck. Adam was trying to remember the last time his asshole did NOT have cock in it!
It wasn't really that long...but they were both in such a lust-filled, special adoration of their feeling and their love tools that it felt like they'd been fucking for days....and yet it wasn't but an hour since Andi threw the latch on Adam's kitchen door and stripped him.
"You my boy l'il fuck? You my boy?" Andi asked in a low voice, showing some breathlessness.
"Oh yessir! Iyam yer boy...and...and....I love it sir...I LOVE IT!! Oh yeh, fuck me, sir...I need it sir, fuck me, fuck me please."
Andi jerked up and back, and he was cummin' again, and relubin' his boy, and just, "Mmmmmmmmmmm," went mellow in the aftershot.
Andi slumped to Adam's body, and pushed Adam's face down in his crotch to clean and service his pud. While Adam worked his tongue sponge, Andi was telling him about his new future....the weekends on the college campus in the Fall....the need for him to be on call for Andi at all times, he will submit to spanking, service his master's cock and "fuck like a l'il rabbit for me." Finally, there were the adornments Andi would arrange for him...slave arm band, collar, butt plug, leash, and he told him that either a tattoo, piercing, or both might be in order. Off days would call for self administered discipline to include cum, piss and shit restrictions....maybe self-paddling. Andi also said, "Later, you can tell me how you ended up with bald pubies."
Adam jumped and flared when he realized he belongs to Shane, and he has to first off, be available to Shane, who sees him every day.....and in school an' all. Andi listened and said he would go with him to Shane's the next time they got together, and arrange for Adam's 'release.' Adam was fearful this was gonna go all wrong and HE would pay dearly, with his ass...at the minimum. "Our first times will be spread out, boy....after which I will begin to need you more and more and for longer periods of time, so you will be required to observe the changes in my needs and be prepared to adequately serve." A now worrying Adam nodded, "Yessir,"
Andi prepared to leave and had Adam bring his clothes. They were soon back down in the kitchen where this whole boy'stravaganza began. Andi snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor...Adam dropped to his hands and knees like a stone....actually in his newly accustomed 'fuckboy' stance. Andi took no mind and sat in Adam's father's chair calling Adam to him laying him across his lap and without a word spanked Adam until he had the boy hucking for breaths. He then slid the boys red ass to the floor, went for the door....and was gone.
Adam lay there some long moments, over on his forehead, wearing the sting of his final spanking of the afternoon on his burning ass cheeks, his cock a raging fuckin' hardon!
Earlier that day, at the bus stop, Zach had nary a problem as he slapped and clasped hands with Stevie and just hacked around waiting for the bus. AOK! No prob. The bus showed and all the kids loaded up with the requisite nudging, pushing, punching, shoving and tripping, and they were on their way.
The bus had made another stop a few blocks later and seemingly out of nowhere, who should be standing next to Zach's seat? Fuck-in' Casey! "Hey, fuckstick....you wouldn't be ignoring me now, wouldja?"
"Umm-uh..hi Case...no, uh..Sir, I was just..."
As Casey slid into the seat behind, the bus lurched forward, and he said, "Yeh I know...you just...I gotcher 'just' hanging, fuckboy."
Sheesh....'FUCKBOY!' No one outside Shane's yard had called him 'fuckboy.' Stevie knew what that meant...Zach had told him about that back when he went to Stevie for a shoulder to cry on. Now he's got a master sitting next him, and another right behind...and all these fuckin' other kids...oh man..."The worst day a' my life," he was thinking, was underway.
Thankfully, Steve didn't take to Casey and just ignored the air of horror building around Zach. Actually all went well the whole way to school. Zach was getting brighter with each passing minute.
Then he jumped and got a heart stab when he felt a hand slap hard to his left shoulder and heard Casey say, "Get ready asshole...you and me...we gonna be shooting' down the aisle and be off the bus first soon's he stops." Zach nodded, and waited...shaking. Steve paid no mind.
The bus stopped and down the aisle Zach ran with Casey on his heels. They tromped off and Casey grabbed Zach from behind and said, "Get over here, and gimme your pants. NOW!" Zach stepped to the side of the bus steps, and dropped his pants, with Case yanking the boxers down, too. As Zach bent to pick them up and hand them over, Casey hung a sign by a string around Zach's neck hanging to his mid stomach...."Piss my Pampers for a $1."
"You do the routine fuckboy...you know, the 'I like Pampers' deal....let's hear it."
Kids started piling off...they missed a few while they got Zach set up, but most were still filing down the stairs. The whistles and clappin'...cheerin' and worst of all, the kids started to surround Zach and Casey as Zach did his "Hi! I like Pampers. Hi! I like Pampers," over and over, no stopping just the same refrain. Kids poked at Zach, at the Pampers, some grabbing the tops to fake at strippin' it off, and a'course they were all hoping someone would have the balls to do it. Then one kid pointed at the sign, and looked from Zach's blank face to Casey's...and said, "'Sup wit' the sign, dude."
"Simple. Show me yur green, and after the bus pulls out we open the Pampers, kneel cocksuck here down, and you get to piss in them."
"Awright!" a bunch of them yelled, and were starting to dig into pockets for a buck or change. Zach was mortified there seemed to be so many takers. At least 10 kids pulled out money...but another 10 were hangin' in just to watch. The circle closed up, and Casey snapped his fingers, pointing, and Zach kneeled while the kids were struck dumb with that action...the ones who got what just happened couldn't believe a snap of the finger brought Zach down. Casey started hawking for the first volunteer to piss the Pampers, as Zach pulled the top down, baring his dick curled on top of his balls. "Check his kiddie dick, man... he almos' don't got one..." laughter all around. Then finally one bold trouble maker stepped up zippin' down and hauling a nice sized readi-pisser out. Kids fell away and jumped back from the splashing piss. A coupla kids not wanting to show their dinky dicks, tried to get their money back, and Casey just shut them up, and told 'em, "You paid, dudes...haul it out and getcher money's worth." As it turned out 3 kids pulled away after paying, and even left the circle, leaving Casey 3 bucks richer for nothing.
The remaining seven 'players'...you could see them rubbin' up, trying to get a little hard so they could look bigger, while 3 more stood in a semi circle before a kneeling Zach and all pissed him together. The Pampers was drenched, and one kid said, "Watch 'iss" and pissed into Zach's belly-button splashing piss everywhere. The sign and Zach's shirt were a mess with 3 more kids to go. Two of the last three had smallish peters, and when a couple kids funned at them for their size, the bold little snots yelled out, "Saying...whip yours out and let's measure asshole!" That ended that little flurry. From back in the mob, somebody hollered out, Yeh, they won't pull 'em out...cause they prob'ly got hard-ons....the fuckin' queers." There was little skirmish then as kids tore through the crowd to get at the mouthy one in the back.
Back at Zach's kneeling post, Casey threw Zach's pants and boxers at him, and stuffed a note into his shirt, as sad sack Zach staggered to stand up and refasten the soaked Pampers. Man he had piss in his socks and sneaks, spray all over his shirt, arms and face from splashing. The kids were all yukking it up as they left and kept looking back at the sorrowful soul drenched in piss trying to get himself in order to get into school. Casey was long gone. Zach slinked into the building alone, and made his way to the nearest boys room to clean up. The leakage was fully wetting through his outer pants, and he didn't know what to do. He dried or soaked up what he could in his Pampers and boxers and pants with paper towels. He washed and wiped what he could of his upper parts. That's when he found the note Casey put in his shirt...."gym lockers..10 AM."
Nuthin' new there. He'd been puttin' out for Casey ever' day for weeks at 10 o'clock in the gym locker room. To himself, he thought, "'S'funny...Stevie didn't even stay 'round to watch the Pamper show...."
Now a whole 'nother deal was going down at Tommy's bus stop. He and Kipper, his own, new personal fuckboy was with him. They had left Tommy's morning wakeup and service to him, and were shuffling up to the stop with Kipper in his bare feet carrying and stumbling with their two backpacks and all the kids were snickerin' at the sight of the little doof.
Tommy put his arm 'round Kip's shoulders, and said, "Show the guys whut you had fer breakfast fuckstick...let'em see."
Everybody perked up to see what was up, and Kip dropped both packs and looked up like a baby kid would to his dad for solace, but all he got was jerk of Tom's chin toward the others, implying to get on with the show. The little fucker, opened his pants, and now the kids tightened into them. He widened his legs so's not to drop his pants altogether, and pushed down his boxers. There might'a been a gasp when the kid bared his little bacon wrapped dick to all these kids in the public of the bus stop. Tom reached down and pulled up his shirt to make sure there was nothin' hidin' the little toy cock from view. "Now, boy, le's eat. Ever' boy needs his bre'fast, and yur no exception...down it dickwad."
The yukkin' and snickers stopped as breaths were held when Kip pulled the twist tie and the bacon peter-wrap off, and then while holding it up before the world, he looked once to Tommy who glared at him, and sucked the slimy bacon into his mouth. Ugh! Some the kids were duckin' away, and some felt queasy at the sight...and thought of what they'd just seen....then it got worse, when the kid kept chewing and chewing the fatty meat to try and swallow it. It was like trying to chew rubber in his mouth. Finally, Tommy yelled and said, "Swallow it, fuckboy!" and the shock of Tommy's scream 'caused Kip to gulp it down...he felt like he was gonna throw up, and grabbed his throat. That was the first time anyone heard his official 'in service' title outside, but it meant little to the others who were still trying to get over the kid's eating a slice of raw bacon that had wrapped his cock like a tube of filet mignon.
On the bus, the kids that recovered kept hounding Kip and telling him they were all bringing in different 'meatwraps' for his weiner the next day. One kid said he was gonna bring some cheese fondue for dickie dippin'. The taunts and jabber rose up through the entire trip to school...and then resurged with each new kid that got on and had to be told what went on and what was planned for tomorrow. Tom sat back and looked out the window like he wasn't even paying attention. Kipper might be in some deep stuff here. Even though he knew most of these kids, they weren't friends really...Kip was pretty much the loner boy.....and things was gettin' lonlier by the minute.
After Shane was served by Casey right proper, it was a quieter than normal morning for him. His alienation from Tommy, left him with just Adam to pick up that morning for school. They had talked about Adam's continued plans for funding Shane's needs. Adam told him he needed a ride over to the highway rest stop after school the following day to do some 'prospecting.' Shane gave him a brotherly neck squeeze and shake for the kid's diligence in service to him. Adam hadn't divulged all he had made the previous day, or that he had 'lined up' Rob there for Friday, and even for the long term, and expected a call from Rob's buddy Ben for sometime over the weekend. As long as Shane didn't press him, he could keep the 'extra' money to cover when he didn't make anything. He at first had looked at selling himself as degrading, but soon found he was really wanting the action....and more and more with each passing day. We've already seen the extension of those needs with what happened later that afternoon as he fully became Andi's boy.
Shane felt his prick bob and tingle in his pants during the ride to school, but Casey had really done him good that morning, so he deprived Adam of his meaty morsel.
Later, in gym period, he was sitting at his customary spot by his locker when one of his fuckboys, Bart slipped in the row for pubes and butt hairs examination. Shane nodded approvingly as Bart turned and bent over spreading his cheeks just as he did every gym class. Shane ran a hand over the kid's tail and the tips of his fingers through the crease checking for stubble. With his usual swat to the kid's butt, he sent him on back to his own locker to get dressed for class. Brickhead Colin, Bart's chief tormentor snickered to himself, and gave a nod and grin to the others in their row when Bart returned. He'd only been put to light service by these dudes lately, but Colin was randy this morning. As Bart opened his locker and pulled out his shorts and jock, Bart stepped over his legs and confronted him. Bart's head slowly turned up to look into Colin's face. The no-neck brute looked all that more menacing from this angle. Things got darker, and closer, as Kevin and Mathew moved in from each side straddling the bench. Moritz was behind him now with his hands down over his shoulders tweaking Bart's nipples.
As Colin squeezed Bart's face to distortion with his left hand, he said, " I just gotta 'pologize to you fuckears, for not giving you the full attention you been deservin'. So me and guys'll be wantin' to make that up to you the next days, hear?" he barked as he shook Bart's head 'Yes,' and then pulled him into his crotch as he pushed his shorts and jock down. He was smothered in cock, nuts and pubes.
Then he was yanked face left into Kevin's jewels... then right into Mathew's....and backward and down between Moritz' legs. Oh man! This was shaping up to be not a smoothe morning...at all. Mathew scootched over as Mike joined the boy circle, and as Moritz dropped his semi-hard down into Bart's upturned mouth, Mike and Kevin took a hand each, folding them around their pricks. Mat moved behind Bart with Moritz and they dueled for space in Bart's facehole. Moritz was out of control enough, and with the jostling caused by Mat nudging in next to his overheated pronger, he grabbed onto Bart under his chin, and pulled it across his cockhead, again and again, and humped him some boyface. Omigod it was so hot! Mat was in a frenzy watching and whippin' as Moritz unloaded screaming, "Schwanzlutscher!" (meaning cocksucker) in his native German while filling Bart's distorted mouth with his jazzjelly.
Hot and mindless as they were, the kids smiled with Moritz' German cussin' as he blowed off. "Unghh--uh--lemme, oomphhkk!" Bart started to say something but had his mouth filled with Matty meat. Kevin and Mike were humping Bart's cock jackin' hands and were already reaching flashover. The kid had a cock in his mouth, a cock in each hand, and Moritz' 8" cum-sloppy prick was beating at his forehead. Colin was right in the middle of the action but just cheerleading for the others....he was looking to enjoy his pussyboy later jus' one on one...literally...as he leaned in close and as he squeezed Bart's balls, the kid's feet came up and his toes splayed stiff.....
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