BOSIE BOY
His cock was harder then before. I picked one of the paddles and
continued to paddle that ass. It had turned a bright red long
ago, but Josh keep pushing his ass up to meet my blows. Josh
started to whimper, his thank you's got more and more hesitant --
Each time I hit his ass, Josh's toes curled tighter and tighter,
the tendons in his legs became more and more pronounced. You
could see him trying to get control of himself without much
success. He finally spoke in gasps between the blows on his ass.
Please.....,SIR.....,you are going.....to make
me....cum.....Sir,....I haven't....cum all....
week......Sir!!!!"
My jeans were already damp inside and out -- inside from all the
precum I had been leaking since I put him over my knees and
outside from Josh. I knew I had this boy now. "You best not cum
boy!!" I said as I hit his ass harder then before --- that was
all it took, his body stiffen he stoke from head to his curled
toes. Spasm after spasm ran thur his body as his cum erupted from
his body, after each spasm that poured his man juice from his
balls , I would hit his ass again, this made him shot even
harder.
Josh laid over my lap panting -- "You best suck your cum out of
my jeans boy!!!" He was on his knees with his mouth on the wet
spot his cum had left on my jeans.
"Okay, boy, where is that fucking dinner, you promised me and
while you are at it boy, get a fire going in the fire pland"
There it was on the screen, in living color:
i can't make it this weekend, there was a major disk crash, and i
have to work this weekend. Sorry SIR! i really needed to be with
you, to serve you, SIR! To sleep bound at the foot of your bed,
SIR! i beg you forgive me, SIR! i will call soon, SIR!
I had been looking forward to this weekend for weeks. The few
times we had been together, Kyle had always had to go home, he
lived 100 miles away and had to get up early for work the next
day. The computer had brought us together now it was keeping us
apart.
The rest of the day was a bitch. I think I yelled at everyone in
the department about something or another, the least little thing
would set me off. Since my weekend plans had been shot to hell
by the disk crash, I decided to fix myself dinner and stay home
and watch some videos. I went to Vons on the way home from work,
I was standing trying to decide what veggie's to have with the
nice thick, juicy steak I had just picked up, when I was run over
by a shopping cart filled to the brim. The culprit of this
hideous crime stood about 5'11" with a moustache, brown hair with
a cute cowlick, and was dressed just like he had walked out of a
GQ layout. His name was Josh, and this was his first weekend in
LA. He had just been transfer from Boise, to his company's LA
office, and the movers had just brought his stuff yesterday, two
days late, and he didn't know anyone in LA, and, and, and, and.
All this came out in between his apology for looking where he was
going and running into me with his cart. Looking into his brown
eyes, you could see the loneness, "new kid in town and not
knowing were to go or what to do!!"
We stood there and talked for about ten minutes when he asked if
I wanted to come to his place for a drink, to make up for running
into me. His voice was also saying please, I need someone to
talk to, cause I am alone and need a friend for this evening.
Since I didn't have anything to do this evening I said yes, Josh
seemed like a really nice guy and an evening of good conversation
would be fun.
His apartment was one of the new high rises near the park. There
were boxes everywhere, some half unpacked, others stacked upon
each other, the furniture was somewhat in place. He fixed us
drinks and turned on the stereo in his entertainment center.
Josh went into the kitchen and started to unpack the groceries
which he had brought. I noticed when we were checking out he had
gotten three large cans of Crisco, along with all the other
stuff, flour, sugar, spices, etc. It was baking season so I
really didn't think much of it, my roommate had pick up some
extra the other day, his never got out of the kitchen.
Josh keep talking the whole time he was unpacking the groceries,
I heard all about his high school day, the time and trouble of
Boise and his move to LA, mile by mile. He was finally finished
putting everything away, with just two rearrangements of what was
going where, and excused himself to change. In three minutes he
was back in a pair of cutoffs and a skin tight t-shirt. That
three piece suit he had been wearing could hide a great hairy
hunk of man. My interest was pecked at that point but he seemed
so innocent, just a country boy in the big city for the first
time.
Those cutoffs were very nicely packed. He sat down across from
me on the couch with his legs spread, i could see just a hint of
his ball sack trying to get out of his leg pants leg.
Josh asked if I wanted to smoke a joint, he had some which he had
grown in Boise. He claimed it wasn't very good, just okay. Josh
rolled a few joints and fired one up. The first toke hit me like
a ton of bricks, if this stuff was just okay I did want to find
out what he called great. We sat there and got high off the pot
and booze, listen to the music with Josh going on and on about
Bosie. Josh asked if I wanted to stay for dinner, what the hell I
was high and enjoying being with Josh, if it was only for
conversation.
Josh went into the kitchen only to come right back out, it seems
that boxes in the kitchen didn't have the kitchen stuff in them.
Like most guys, he hadn't marked the boxes with what he had put
in them, so it was and search and find mission. Being high
didn't help either of us. We went through all the ones in the
living room with no luck, we headed for the bedroom. The first
box we opened was pay dirt, Josh took it into the kitchen. I
opened the one under it and pulled out the newspaper
packing.....No kitchen stuff
red, with a few color in between. It seems that I had found the
Pleasure Chest Annex, which held his toys. Josh stood there and
stated to stammer...I let him stew...it seems that this weekend
might just be a good one after all......
We went back into the living room and Josh lit another joint, he
was quite, I looked at him squarely in the eye and said in deep
voice "OK, boy, give!" Josh just looked down at the floor, his
voice as he started to speak cracked....."You weren't suppose to
see that stuff, you can leave now if you want too." Josh was
confused I had found out one of his secrets, one that he thought
no one else shared. I walked over to him and grabbed him,
lifting him up and kissed him, hitting him on the ass at the same
time. Josh's brown eyes got big and a smile replaced his confused
look.
"ok, boy now give!" It seems that they do more in Bosie then just
count potatoes. Josh had meet Dan years ago when he was still in
college and Dan had trained him real well since there wasn't much
to do on those cold winner nights. Josh lit up as he talked
about those winner nights, the more he talked the bigger the
bulge got in his cutoffs. Josh was starting to get his
confidence back, something I didn't want to happen, I wanted him
off balance -- "Get me a drink, boy" my voice was forceful, with
just a hint of more to come. Josh reponed without hesitation,
"Yes, SIR" and rose. He returned with the drink -- "strip, boy"
Josh pulled his t-shirt off and unbuttoned his cutoffs dropping
them to the floor. His chest was covered with about a three
weeks growth of brown hair that tapered down to a fine line below
his navel, the thatch of hair above his cock was also fairly new.
"on your knees, boy" I said in a harsh voice.
"yes, Sir"
"You ran into me intentionally, boy, didn't you, boy"
"No Sir, I didn't, Sir, really, Sir". Josh had been will trained.
"I think you did, boy, you have been playing with me, boy,
haven't you?"
"No, Sir, i was looking were i was going, Sir, please, Sir, I am
sorry."
"Get your ass over my knees boy, I'll teach you to run into guys
in the grocery store!!!"
When Josh stood up, I could see little tremors shake his body --
his cock was hard and tight against his belly. As he got close I
grabbed that hard 6" and squeezed it, "Get rid of that hard on
boy, you don't deserve it!!!"
"Sorry, Sir."
I pulled Josh ruffly over my jean covered lap -- his butt was
covered with a new growth of hair, also. My first hit on his ass
was hard and stung -- my hand print appeared within seconds.
"Thank you, SIR!!" was Josh response as the second blow hit him.
I keep up aa steady rain of blows on his ass until my hand
started to sting. I had seen soon paddles and whips in his toy
boy, so I told him to go get them. Josh jumped up and came back
with two mean looking paddles and a small whip with about twenty
leather throngs attached to the end. He laid them on the couch
next to me and was over my knees again.
Josh got the fire going faster then a boy scout. He knew all the
little tricks and before long there was a blazing fire in the
fireplace. He gabbed a bag and took into the kitchen with him. I
sat in the glow of the fire with the music just right and thought
about how things have a way of taking care of themselves. About
15 minutes late Josh came back into the living room with a plate
of goodies, not real fancy but just enough to keep a hungry man
satisfied. He had also brought a big bowl of wet wood chips
which he put on the fire. The room was filled with the smell of
pine, apple and a hint of cedar. The great outdoors right here
in LA. Josh sat down on the floor at my feet very gingerly. His
ass I know was sore and very, very tender. He rested his head
against my still damp jeans, say that dinner would be ready in
about 30 minutes. We sat there not say much, just enjoying being
with each other. Josh got up and when back to the kitchen.
"Dinner is ready, Sir."
I got up and climbed over a few boxes to get into his dinning
room. Where he got the candles and linen, when he could find his
kitchen stuff is still a mystery. But there was only one place
setting. I looked at him .... not saying a word....
"I was never allowed to eat with my Master, Sir." were his words
as he bowed his head.
"Get a fucking plate, boy, and sit down, your first dinner guest
will not eat alone, boy!!!"
It did take him long to get his plate and sit down, gingerly.
Dinner was fairly simple, chicken with some kind of sauce, rice
and green beans, with an excellent wine. But surprising good.
Josh was full of questions about LA and the bars, restaurants,
were to go and what to wear. What to do and what not. I found
out a lot more about him, and the relationship he had in Bosie.
He really didn't want to move to LA, he was happy in Bosie but if
he was to move up in the company this was the only way to go. He
got us some brandy to go with the coffee and we went into the
living room by the fire. The glow from the fire made him look
even more innocent. The evening was young so I asked if he wanted
to visit some of the bars. His face lit up, only to fall just as
fast.
"Are you going to come back here with me, Sir?"
"of course, boy, we have just started!!"
His face lit up even brighter. Josh went to get dressed, after
asking what he should wear. When he came back in his 501's,
plaid shirt, boots and carry his leather jacket, he handed me a
leather collar....."I used to wear this all the time in Bosie
when I went out....do you want me to wear it, SIR???" I took the
collar and put it around his neck, locking in place. That lost
look Josh had in the grocery store was gone. We headed out for
the Gauntlet.
We had been in the bar a few minutes, Josh was looking
everywhere, it seems that Bosie did have any bars like this, when
I was grabbed from behind in a bear hug....."When in the fuck
have you been all evening...I have been calling you!!!!" I knew
that voice, I should have I lived with him for four years. TR
stood there, looking just as good as I remembered.
"I see you've got yourself another little boy."
"No, I just meet Josh, this evening in the grocery store."
"And you have him collared already."
"Shut up, boytoy, or you will some of what you use to get, only
double"
TR took a second or two to think about what I said, smiled saying
"YES, SIR!!!"
I introduced Josh and TR. They took to each other like ducks to
water. They were both about the same age and up and coming in
their jobs. Both had had to move to move up the corporate
ladder. I stood there while the two of them talked their heads
off. Smiling all the time. It was good to see TR again, I could
tell by his manner that he had grown quite a bit. I went to the
bathroom and when I came back both Josh and TR had a look on
their faces. TR hadn't changed he was up to mischief. Josh was
the first to speak, "I asked TR if he wanted to come back with
us, if that is okay with you, Sir?" I thought for a moment, this
could be real interesting, but I knew I had to get the upper hand
real fast. TR was a total man now, not a boytoy, to be played
with at will. I turned to him, "Tony, are you going to behave,
boy?"
"Yes, Sir, you know I will always be YOUR boytoy!!!"
The words were music to my ears. We left the bar and headed back
to Josh's apartment. The fire had burned down some so Josh added
more wood to the fire, and got us all drinks. Both he and TR sat
on the floor. The fire was making the room real warm and
clothing was becoming a liability. I didn't need words for TR, a
look was all he needed, he stood up and stated to strip. Josh
followed suit.
I grabbed the nude TR and turned him over my knee for a few good
swats. That was all it took to get his cock to stand up. TR
stood up and I told Josh to suck his cock. Josh went after it
with gusto. "No too much boy, this is going to be a long
evening".
I stood behind TR and pinched his tit as Josh was sucking his
cock, my own cock was shove up the crack of TR's ass. TR was
pushing back trying to devour my cock with his talented ass hole.
I pulled back.
"You boys have just too much hair on your bodies"
I had seen the straight razor case in Josh's toy box, I told him
to get it. Josh got it along with an old razor strap. I had
seen on of them since my father had last used it on my butt. The
razor had a pearl handle,that was turning yellow. I was sure
that it had been used for years. I handed the razor to TR and
said, "OKAY, boy, show me what you have learned or remember"
Josh's cock was hard just at the sight of the razor. TR started
with his chest and slowly cut the hair from his body. Each stoke
took more and more hair from his body. TR shave around Josh's
tits making his chest smooth. As he started down his chest, I
had him stop and took the razor to TR. My first swipe cut
through his pubes, after a few moments TR was dripping as much as
Josh now. Both of them were on the edge...I stopped with TR and
turned to Josh...just as he was getting close I went back to TR.
When I wasn't shaving one or the other I had them on their knees
sucking my cock and balls. By the time I had finished with both
of them the tension in the air could have been cut with a
knife....both boys and myself were on the edge....I grabbed their
smooth cock and balls....that was all it took ....Josh shot all
over TR, with TR returning the favor...with both of them shooting
their loads....my cock erupted and joined them.