A Special Summer Day (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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This story is based on truth [or at least as I remember it], only the names have been changed to protect the privacy of those who haven't given their permission to be mentioned in this memory.
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A SPECIAL SUMMER DAY
It was the summer I would turn sixteen, only I hadn't happened yet so I was still using my bicycle for transportation - back in those days no one rode a bicycle after he got his driver's license. If I stayed around home very much my mother was sure to find something for me to do so I tried to be out and away as much as I could.
My constant companion on my outings was my next-door neighbor, with whom I shared many interests and adventures, despite his being two years younger than I was. The previous summer I had discovered that he was just as interested in bondage (even if we didn't know the proper name for it) as I was, only he preferred to be tied up while I generally wanted to do the tying so it worked out just fine.
It was a beautiful summer morning as we headed off on our bikes toward the local forest preserve where we often played outdoors bondage games - the possibility of being caught just added to the excitement of the whole thing.
We had found a small island in the river that ran through the park; only it really wasn't exactly an island as we could ride our bikes through the water in one spot where it was only a few inches deep. The island was small and heavy with trees and brush on the edges, but there were a couple small clearings in the middle, which couldn't be seen from either side of the river. So far the only times we had seen anyone else on the island was when canoes had pulled into shore for a quick rest stop. On what we called 'our' island, we felt safe from prying eyes.
We had just started sorting out our toys - pieces of rope and chain, strips of cloth, small padlocks and good old duct tape - along with some screw into the ground dog stakes when I heard what sounded like another person in the brush to one side of the clearing.
At first, I found nothing, then I heard it again - it sounded like a muffled shout - sort of like someone trying to shout through a gag. And that is exactly what it was. As I parted a last bush I was a boy - perhaps a couple years older than I - and he was tied naked to a small tree.
He was on his knees with both his hands and feet locked in chains behind him and around the tree. He had a leather hood, which had no eye holes, buckled on his head with locks on the buckles. A wide strip of leather covered his mouth and buckled in back. I soon learned that inside his mouth was a large rubber plug shaped like a cock.
"Hey, Dan, you need to come see this," I shouted back to where he was still sorting things out.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Just come and see for yourself, you have to."
Dan came through the brush and stopped next to me, his eyes wide open in awe and completely speechless - a condition I generally only obtained with a strip of duct tape.
After we both stared at the helpless young man in front of us in silence for at least a couple minutes Dan broke the spell.
"Look, he doesn't have any hair in his crotch," he said.
I hadn't even noticed that, as I was quite accustomed to Stan's almost hairless body. A closer look, however, revealed that the young man before us was, in fact, hairless from the neck down.
A small gold ring was hanging from each of his nipples with a chain running between them. At the middle of this chain, there was a small note. I moved closer until I could read it.
IF YOU UNBUCKLE AND REMOVE MY GAG, I WILL TELL YOU WHAT I'M DOING HERE.
I found no lock on the gag buckle so I undid it. When I removed the gag I saw the five inch rubber cock which had filled the captive's mouth. He moved his jaw around for a little bit before speaking.
"Thank you, Sir," he said.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm just fine, Sir. I was left here as a toy for whomever found me. My Master hoped it would be the boys who sometimes played in the other clearing. Is that you?"
"Have you been spying on my?" Dan asked.
"No Sir, I've never seen you; however, my Master has a couple of times."
"How did he know we'd be here today?"
"He didn't. This is the third day in a row I've spent here like this."
I looked over at Dan, he grinned. It sounded sexy and scary at the same time.
"What do you mean, your 'Master'?" I asked.
"I'm his slave to do with as he want. I am his property and have no rights or property of my own - not even my body."
"But, that's illegal," I said. "The slaves were freed more than a hundred years ago and besides they weren't white like you."
"I'm a slave because I want to be one. I gave myself to my Master as my last act of free will. Now, I do whatever he wants, without question."
It was obvious he liked this as all during our conversation his hard-on was dripping pre-cum.
"What are we to do now?" Dan asked.
"Anything you want - my Master has given me to the two of you for the day."
"Why us?" I wanted to know.
"Because he saw you guys tying each other up and thought you'd enjoy using me."
"What can we do with you tied to that tree like that?"
"Inside the rubber cock-gag there are some keys - they fit the locks on my wrists and ankles, but not the hood or the chain around my neck."
For the first time I noticed there was a chain around his neck that had several feet of slack before it was locked around the tree.
"There is also a small box of toys in the bush behind me for you to use. He only asks that when you finish you put me back as you found me - and you may keep the box of toys.
I found the keys inside the gag, turning to Dan I said, "I guess we'll play over here today - you bring our stuff here while I release him and find that box of toys."
How about leaving him like that for a while?" Dan said with a sly grin. "I'm sure he could be useful."
"Okay." I went to find the toy box while Dan moved our things and then brought the bikes to where we could see them.
The box of toys was hidden a bit but I found it along with a large tarp. I spread out the tarp and pulled the things out to look at them. There were handcuffs, leg irons, leather straps, ropes, chains and many padlocks. There was also another cock-gag, a couple of dildoes and a bottle of Vaseline. Not really all that small a box.
Dan looked everything over for a couple minutes and then turned to the captive. "If I want you to do it, will you suck my dick?"
"Yes Sir, anything you ask, you can fuck me too, if you would like, either with your cock or one of the dildoes, you just have to remove the butt-plug that's in me now."
Dan pulled off his T-shirt and then pulled down his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear today.
"I want to be tied up naked today, he said, "like we did last winter in the basement." He turned to the bound boy. "What's your name?"
"Just call me slave, my Master says I don't have a name any more."
"Okay, slave, suck my cock," Dan said standing directly in front of the slave and raising himself up until his 31/2 inch pricklet was brushing against the helpless boy's lips.
Slave opened his mouth and took all of Dan's boyhood in one gulp, and then also sucked in his hairless balls, as he buried his face in the few strands of pubic hair Dan sported.
Dan's 5'2" body looked sexier than ever stretched upwards to stuff his erection into Slave's waiting mouth. I could feel my own hard-on pressing against the tight confines of my briefs and decided there was no reason I should be the only one dressed at this party.
At 5'10", I was about as tall as I was going to become and while I was no raving beauty, my smooth, swimmers build and short blond hair caught the eye of most of the girls at school as well as some of the guys. My curly pubic bush showed that I was a true blond and my hair color contrasted nicely with Stan's light brown. We were both tanned from being outside all summer; however, we looked like we were fearing flash colored shorts from our waists to upper thighs.
Slave on the other hand had no tan line and his closely cropped hair was jet black.
At not quite fourteen Dan was horny all the time and often came just being tied up so it wasn't long before he was shooting his load of boy-juice into Slave's suctioning oral cavity.
Dan pulled back as Slave sucked the last drops of his jism before losing his hold on Dan's fuckpole.
"That was great, you need to try him out," Dan said to me.
"Okay, only first I want to tie you up properly, after all, that's why we came here in the first place.
Dan grinned up at me and then began screwing the dog stakes into the ground at the four corners of the tarp. "Since I'm naked I want to be spread-eagled on the tarp."
"Okay squirt - that sounds good to me."
Within a couple of minutes I had Dan all properly spread out with the chains pulled tight enough that he could barely move. Now I could turn my attention to Slave.
"Are you ready to take a full-size cock now?" I asked.
"Whatever you wish me to do, Sir," was his reply. I think I could grow to like this having a slave around.
I wiped my dripping erection across his lips and he opened his mouth in an attempt to capture my organ. I pulled back just enough that he could just barely reach the tip with his tongue if he strained against the chains that still secured him to the tree.
Slowly I moved forward, allowing him to lick and then kiss my cockhead. I pushed forward a bit more and he was able to take the entire mushroom-shaped head, locking his lips around the glans and running his tongue all over, paying particular attention to the piss slit as he sucked harder, attempting to pull my entire length into his hot, moist oral cavity.
Now I pushed forward until I felt the head of my cock pressing against the back of his mouth. He coughed once like he was choking and then I felt myself slide down into his throat and my pubic bush rubbed against his nose and lips.
While I had had more than a couple blow-jobs in the past, this was the first time someone had deep-throated me and it felt terrific. Then I realized that he couldn't breathe with me stuck in his throat like that so I pulled out a bit so he could draw a breath.
Next, I started to rhythmically saw my cock in and out of the helpless slave-boy's mouth, slowly increasing speed as I felt my balls drawing up tight to my scrotum and that wonderful orgasmic thrill which meant I had reached the point of no return and would momentarily blast my load of boy-juice into the vacuuming hole I was fucking so intently.
The bound cocksucker at my feet swallowed each hot blast of my load without allowing a single drop to escape his lips.
Finally, my orgasm subsided and I pulled my softening member back into the open air while Slave once again licked his lips to make sure none of my flavors were still there.
Dan had watched me face-fucking our temporary boy-toy and was squirming around, trying to reach his once again fully erect pricklet - to no avail - I had tied him securely and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Feeling a bit sadistic, I bent down and began to tickle the bottoms of Dan's feet. He tried to pull away and began to giggle.
"That's not fair," he said, "you're not ticklish and I can't do it to you."
"Too bad, ain't it?" I replied, using a hand on each foot and then reaching up to work on his ribs and armpits for a bit.
Dan's giggling escalated into serious laughter as he struggled against the chains that held him spread-eagled on the ground.
Now I had an idea of how to use our new friend. Using the key from the gag, I released his wrists and ankles from behind the tree and helped him to his feet. Once he was able to stand alone I stepped back a bit to get a better look at him. He was about my height and nicely put together. While I had a naturally smooth swimmer's body, I could see that he did have some hair on his body, only it had all been shaved off.
"Why do you shave yourself like that?" I asked.
"Master says that only men are allowed to have body hair, and since I'm a slave I'm not a man. He has already had the hair in my crotch permanently removed and my chest is next."
"Did it hurt?"
"Some, but it pleases my Master so the pain is good - it also helps me remember that I'm a slave and his property to do with as he pleases."
Since Slave couldn't see I took hold of his rock-hard cock and led him over between Dan's legs, where I directed him to get down on all fours.
"Somewhere in front and below you is a cock at full attention - give it your undivided oral attention."
"Yes, Sir," he said, and finding Dan's thigh began to lick and nibble his way up into Dan's crotch. At the same time, I once again started tickling Dan's feet, driving him into a frenzy like he had never felt before.
As I was behind him, I noticed the base of the butt-plug in Slave's rectum. I pulled him off Dan for a moment to ask; "You did say your Master would allow me to remove your butt-plug if I wished, right?"
"If you wish, Sir. I have been instructed to request that you replace it when you are finished with me."
I hooked a finger through the ring on the base and pulled, watching his sphincter stretch as a large rubber plug began to emerge from his anus. After the base exited it tapered to a small shafted and stopped again. Another tug brought a second wide base out, followed by another taper, but it still wasn't free. All totaled there were five bulbs; all strung together, slowly decreasing in size.
With the butt-plug removed, I applied some Vaseline to my erection and inserted it in the hole, which had so recently been filled with that rubber toy.
My slicked up cock slid into him easily, but fit tighter that anywhere it had ever been before. I felt his anal muscles clamp down on my invading member as his mouth once again captured all of Dan's boyhood.
Once again, I began a rhythmic fucking, only this time I also tried to continue the tickling of Dan's feet at same time.
With all this simultaneous action, it didn't take long for both Dan and I to shoot our loads. As I pulled out, I saw that Slave had shot off a load onto the tarp as well, without anyone touching him.
I looked around the clearing, fully expecting to find that someone had come to investigate all the noise we had made, but we were still alone. For the first time I checked my watch and realized that Dan and I were going to have to go home fairly soon.
I released Dan from his chains and we started to get dressed.
"What do we do with him?" Dan asked, pointing toward the naked slave-boy who had remained exactly where I had left him.
"He said we were to put him back where we found him and I don't see what else we can do - he's still chained to the tree and hasn't any clothes so we can't set him free or take him home with us even if he wanted us to do so. If we're lucky his Master may make him available again one of these days."
While Dan gathered up our stuff, I replaced the gag and butt-plug and chained the slave back to the tree.
As we wheeled our bikes out of the clearing, I looked back one last time at the naked boy, kneeling there helplessly with his cock still jutting out in front of him at full erection.
The next day Dan had to stay home but I went back to the island, hoping he would be there again (still?), only he wasn't. There were only a few scuff marks in the tree bark to show that he was ever there at all.
Dan and I returned to the island several more times that summer, but never again did we find anything like the slave-boy waiting to be our toy.
That fall I got my driver's license and after that we found new places and eventually new people, but I'll never forget that one special summer day.
THE END