Guardian Angel Chapter 4
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Guardian Angel Chapter 4 (The Dart of Eros)
When Timothy woke up, Ariel was still asleep, wrapped around him. He couldn't believe that he'd finally lost his virginity, sort of. And he couldn't believe that he'd slept all night in the same bed as his boyfriend.
After Ariel had beaten Konrad up and forced him to submit, they'd gone into the kitchen to eat the KFC chicken Konrad had brought home.
When the two teens realized Konrad was heading to the stairs rather to the kitchen, "Hey!" Ariel had said in a sharp tone, stopping the older guy in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To my bedroom." Konrad explained.
"It's dinner time."
"I'm not hungry." It wasn't a lie. After the beating, Konrad felt like his stomach wasn't going to be able to accept any food, ever.
"We're going to eat together." Ariel said, very matter-of-factly.
"But ...."
"Did I hear an objection?" One of the blonde's red-socked feet threateningly tapped the floor.
Konrad gulped. "No, no, I'm sorry." He said fast. "I'll do as you say. Please, don't kick me again."
Tim was speechless, out of shock. He still wasn't used to see his father acting so weak.
Ariel smirked. "Very good, Konrad. But there's still a very important concept you seem to not have learned yet."
"What is it?" asked the older guy, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"SEET-HYA!"
With his usual speed, Ariel leaped into the air, whirling, and Konrad's head snapped around as the side of a hard foot contacted his cheek. The older jock crashed to the floor on all fours.
Ariel walked over to him, reached down, and grabbed his hair to pull his head up. Suddenly he let go and as Konrad's head fell forward the teen's foot shot up and caught his head like he was drop kicking a football. The force from the kick was so strong that Konrad flipped over backwards. Ariel approached and stood over his slave, one foot on either side of his head. He looked down at him and smiled.
"The concept, Konrad", he said, "is that obeying my orders won't keep you safe from harm. I may hurt you for no reason at all. And there's no way you could be able to stop me if I decide so. Because" he pointed to himself with a thumb, "I am strong" then he pointed down to his victim with a finger, "You are weak." He lifted his right foot, keeping it suspended, just one inch above Konrad's face. "Thus, from now on, each moment you spend without pain is going to be a gift, out of mercy from me, and you must be grateful to me if I don't squish you like the worthless bug you are. Got it?"
Cold sweat appeared on Konrad's pale face. "G... Got it."
"Good.", Ariel said. "Now, let's go and have dinner." He smirked mischievously. "I'll be good and give you a choice. "Do you want to eat your food while sitting with us, or should I put it in a bowl for you to eat off the floor?"
Konrad blushed, while struggling to his feet. "Please... allow me to sit at the table."
Ariel smiled, winking to an astonished Tim.
Konrad was silent during dinner. After they'd finished eating, he said, "Konrad, you're cleaning up the kitchen tonight. Tim and I have some faggot stuff to do. We'll talk in the morning."
Then Ariel and Tim went into bathroom together so they could shower. Timothy was more than a little sullen himself, so Ariel smacked his butt. The taller teen yelped. His friend's hand, that looked so small and delicate, had felt like granite when it impacted onto his buttock, despite the protection of the pants.
"Don't get all silent and moody on me," Ariel demanded. "Tell me what's wrong."
Timothy blushed and stammered, "Dad shouldn't have been the one sucking your cock."
Ariel laughed. "First of all, I'm the boss – or did you miss that point? Second, Konrad cleaned my cock from when you made me cum earlier. I'm going to let you suck a load right out of me – if you can live by a few rules."
Tim looked into Ariel's sky-blue eyes. "What rules?" he asked.
"Who's the boss?" Ariel asked.
Timothy said hesitantly, "You are?"
"HYA!"
Tim grimaced while his head was forced to turn left by the slap... a slap that hadn't been delivered by a hand, that time, but by a foot that had moved in a vertical arc without the rest of its owner's body changing position. Tim rubbed his cheek but realized that the stinging pain had been light and lasted just a few seconds.
"That's right. Ariel said with a confident smile. "I'm here to protect you for as long as you want, but only if you're willing to submit to me."
Timothy's pants couldn't hide the lurch his cock gave when he heard the word submit. His knees grew weak, and his head grew light. His anus clenched and relaxed.
"Are you willing to submit to me?" Ariel asked.
His friend stared intensely at him. "May ask a question?"
"Shoot."
"That rule you told Dad about... I mean, the fact you can hurt him at your leisure..." Tim hesitated, then blurted out: "Is that true for me, as well?"
"HEET-YA!"
Tim felt first the softness of the socked sole pressing onto the skin of his tummy through the fabric of his shirt, then a dull ache that intensified as the toes and ball of that foot sank into his flesh and penetrated deeper and deeper into his body, then a sharp, stinging pain that speared his insides, making him bend and clutch the aching part.
"Yes, that rule goes for you, too." Ariel calmly said, keeping the offending foot raised for Tim to see clearly what had tortured him. "As long as you are my submissive, these feet that have just protected you can keep doing that forever... and at the same time, they can inflict pain onto you. And they will do it." He brought his foot to Tim's face. "Each single day. Without fault. No matter what you do and say."
Tim shivered, at the idea of Ariel kicking him daily, but he wasn't sure if it was from fear or arousal.
"But with two differences from your father's treatment." Ariel continued in a firm yet softer tone, placing his foot back onto the floor. "First, these feet will never hit you hard. You won't be harmed."
The other boy nodded. He was aware that the pain in his tummy had already disappeared, like the sting from the earlier foot slap. His friend was clearly an expert not only at using his own body, but also at controlling his power in order to not cause more damage than what was needed. Recalling how those feet had battered his father, the young man realized Ariel was going easy on him. And he felt comforted.
"Second." Ariel went on. "While Konrad's fate as my slave is forever sealed, you will have a choice about being my sub or not. You have the right to break up when you wish: just say the word, and I'll let you go without consequences. But it's all or nothing." He tapped one foot "That means: unless the day comes when I grant your wish to give your freedom back, you will have to obey me and accept whatever I give you, bad or good, no objections. Understood?"
Tim nodded.
"Say it" Ariel demanded.
"I want to submit to you," Timothy said.
Ariel smiled and said, "Show me."
Timothy's skin grew warm from his head to his toes. He quickly stripped himself of all his clothes, and the other teen grinned, seeing his new lover's boner springing up.
Tim slid down Ariel's body until he was kneeling on the bathroom tile. He bent forward and pressed his face to the floor in front of the smaller, blond teen. Then he kissed his socked feet. He could still smell the sweat from the workout they'd had when Ariel had beaten Konrad. They were so firm and muscular beneath those red socks. It was like Timothy could feel the power in those feet, radiating through the cotton, suffusing his whole body with their energy, energy which ran from his lips straight to his groin, and then back to set his anus tingling. He'd been aroused watching these feet take control of his father and now his erection felt ready to burst as his lips brushed across the socks.
"Take my clothes off," Ariel said calmly.
Timothy reached up and untied Ariel's belt. His blond master was looking deep into his eyes while he slid the jacket from those slender but powerfully muscled shoulders. It was like his eyes were looking inside of him, deep inside where he kept the truths he'd never dared to utter to another living soul. That gaze fed the fires of Timothy's submission, bringing them to a blazing crescendo.
Then he lowered the pants Ariel was wearing, slowly exposing his muscled legs. The powerful blond was now naked except for his jock and his socks. Both were red. It was like the most powerful parts of Ariel's body were shrouded in red. Timothy glanced back and forth between the jock and the socks. He wasn't sure which he wanted to remove worse. In the end, he lifted his trembling fingers to the waistband of the straps and pulled them down. Beneath the cup was a beautiful eight-inch cock, surrounded by pale blond hair.
Timothy held the cup and the straps to his face and inhaled. He was overcome by the pungent scent of sweat and masculine musk that flooded through his sinuses and energized his skin so that it felt like electricity was running all over it, making him tingle over every inch of his body.
He'd saved the best for last. He pulled the red socks down and off the feet, first the right, then the left. He held each one to his face and breathed deeply. The slightly sour smell of sweaty feet was like a powerful drug that threatened to submerge Timothy's consciousness and leave behind nothing but raw lust. Waves of pleasure rolled over his body, touching his scalp, his face, his nipples, his ass, and his cock. His breathing grew ragged, and a moan escaped his lips.
He hadn't realized that he'd had his own orgasm while tending to his boyfriend ... his master? It was like his whole body had cum. And then he felt weak. He saw the pool of his own cum on Ariel's feet and he licked it off with loving attention. When he looked up into Ariel's eyes again, he didn't have to say anything. His submission was written there for his master to see.
After showering, the boys had gone back to the Timothy's room and laid down together. As they were lying in the bed, Ariel grabbed Tim's face firmly in one hand and said, "You're going to suck my cock now, and you're probably going to feel bad about yourself because you won't do a good job. I want you to remember that you've never sucked a cock before, and no one is an expert the first time. It's like learning to play the violin. You needed constant practice to get as good as you are, and you are going to need constant practice to learn how to be a virtuoso cock sucker. As your master, it will be my job to make sure you get it. You'll be sucking my cock whenever and wherever I want it. If I want you to suck it at an assembly in front of the whole school, you will drop to your knees and open your mouth. Do you understand me?"
Tim was hard again. Ariel's words had that effect on him. His words were as masterful as his feet. Their power was undeniable. With a dry mouth he replied, "Yes master. I will suck your cock whenever and wherever you tell me to."
"Then start sucking," Ariel commanded.
Timothy slide down between his master's legs and looked at the big dick he'd just promised to serve. It was eight inches long and proportional in girth. The shaft was pale, like his skin, but somewhat pinker in color. His foreskin was long. Even when fully erect (like now), the darker pink head barely peeked out. The only hair was a tame patch of soft blond resting above the shaft. He rubbed his face along its length and then his lips. Since puberty he'd been dreaming of exactly this scenario, but he'd never even come close to it in real life.
There was a bead of pearly precum glistening at the tip. Tim licked his lips and then licked it off. He loved the taste of Ariel's cum. It was like the nectar of the gods. He kissed the head and then slowly kissed his way down the shaft to those beautiful balls. He worshipped them as the source of that nectar he'd tasted so briefly. Then he licked up the shaft until he was again at the head. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and pulled down, exposing the pink head. He kissed it again and then opened his mouth to swallow it. He couldn't get much of it inside his mouth, but he sucked and licked that part that would fit. With his other hand, he pumped the shaft slowly, like he was priming the pump to start flowing.
Timothy moaned and Ariel ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Your mouth feels good. You were born to suck cock. Follow your destiny and become the best cocksucker you can."
Tim's cock throbbed and precum flowed out. His master's words were driving him towards orgasm again, without a single touch. He wanted to hump his dick against Ariel's leg like a dog, but he didn't know if it was allowed. "There's nothing wrong with being a cocksucking bitch," the slim teen master said, "so long as you're a good cocksucking bitch. Go ahead. Don't touch you dick, and don't rub it against me, but you can press it against my leg."
Tim pushed hard against Ariel's calf, and he moaned again in pleasure. He could feel his master's cock responding to his mouth, swelling, and spilling precum. Timothy swallowed it as fast as it came. "Tou Erotou Akon!" Ariel said, which meant "the dart of Eros".
Timothy sucked with more fervor and passion as he felt his master's orgasm approach. Then he was rewarded with Ariel's savory load flooding his mouth. Tim poured out his own load on his master's leg, the third load of the night. After swallowing all Ariel gave him, he instinctively knew to lick his own cum from the blond's smooth muscles.
Cuddled together, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, Ariel said, "You've been pierced by the javelin of Eros."
For just a moment, Timothy saw dark wings spread out behind his lover, but then it was gone. They fell asleep, lying naked together in the bed.
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Konrad woke up with a pounding headache. He'd been drinking last night, drinking a lot. And that was after he'd had his ass kicked by a kid a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter than him. The punk had kicked his ass and then made him ....
He couldn't believe that he'd kissed that kid's feet, his powerful feet that had felt like sledgehammers slamming into his head. The sheer power of those feet had overwhelmed him, had reshaped him, molded him into something else. All his bravado had been kicked out of him and he was left a broken man. And then ... and then he'd sucked the kid's cock. The kid didn't cum in his mouth, but he didn't have to. His whole groin was covered in it.
It was like his whole life had changed and now he was a different person, not really a weaker person. He'd been weak before; he just hadn't known it. No. The punk was in charge, but that didn't have to last forever. He'd been a boxer in high school. He could get back into shape, workout, regain his moves. Then he'd be able to do something about the situation. Of course, he could go to the police, but that would be too embarrassing, better to do it the long way, the correct way, to fight to take back what was his.
The most disturbing thing from his perspective, the question that had plagued him and driven him to drink all the beer in the refrigerator after the boys had gone to bed was: why did he get an erection while he was sucking the boy's cock?
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When Ariel and Timothy came out the bedroom, Konrad was sulking and watching a game on ESPN wearing his sweatpants and a white tee shirt. Tim was wearing shorts and a plain blue tee shirt, while Ariel was wearing loose pants and a red muscle shirt. He also had on his red socks.
Ariel strolled into the room and stood in front of the television. He stared at Konrad for a long moment until the older man picked up the remote and turned the television off. Ariel snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him and a little to his left. Konrad scrambled forward and fell to his knees in front of the powerful teen. Ariel snapped again, pointed at Timothy and then at the spot in front of him and slightly to the right. Timothy ran over and knelt next to his father. He was suddenly overcome by a need to demonstrate his subservience and to exalt his new master. He kowtowed three times, pressing his forehead to the carpet and then kissed his master's foot, his lips brushing the red cotton sock. A rush of pleasure ran through him at this act.
Konrad knelt sullenly. He silently refused to follow his son's example. Faster than his eye could follow, Ariel's foot lashed out and caught him in the side of the head, then the other foot followed a split second behind the first and struck the other side of his head. Ariel didn't have to give him an order. Konrad knew what he had to do. He bent forward and clumsily pressed his own face to the floor three times then kissed the red sock of Ariel's left foot. He felt shame and disgust with himself at his own weakness.
"I see that you're not too stupid to learn, Connie," Ariel declared. "Maybe you resist because you like the feeling of my feet kicking you into shape."
Ariel placed his other foot on top of Konrad's head and pressed his face down onto the carpet. He kept it there while he spoke. "This is the position I want you in when I am speaking to you as your master."
Tim's cock had grown hard again as he'd knelt and kissed Ariel's feet. And it had grown even harder when Ariel dominated his father and made him do the same. Deep inside he'd always known that this what was he needed, a powerful master who could dominate him and take charge.
Ariel spoke again in his musical but demanding voice. "Today Timmy and I are going out to have some fun. He is my slave, too, like you, but he is also my boyfriend. While I am gone I have a couple of tasks for you, Connie. But first I have a question. Who is the master in this house?"
Konrad forced himself to say the words. "You are. You're the master."
Ariel nodded. "Your first task will be to move all your stuff out of the master bedroom. You can leave the furniture, but all your personal belongings must be gone. Then you'll put timothy's clothes and possessions in the master bedroom. It will be my bedroom, but I plan to share it with my boyfriend. You can use Timmy's old room for your stuff. Do you understand?"
"Yes master," Konrad choked out, his words muffled by the carpet. He swore that he would build up his muscles and practice his boxing until he could take on this teen intruder who was ruining his life.
Ariel continued, "Your second task is to go buy groceries. You've allowed your refrigerator and pantry to run low. In the future, this will be Timothy's job, but we'll be too busy having fun today, so it falls to you. While you're out you need to buy a hair trimmer with attachments for the body and the head. You can also buy one six pack of beer. You can keep it in the refrigerator and every night I will decide if you've earned the privilege of drinking one."
When Konrad didn't respond, Ariel pressed his face harder into the carpet. "When I give you an order, I expect you to acknowledge me."
"Yes master!" Konrad managed say through his crushed lips. "I understand, master."
"And your third task," Ariel announced, "is to use the trimmer on your head and body. Use the 2mm guards. I want a simple haircut for you that hides your unsightly bald spot."
"Yes master," Konrad acknowledged with a defeated tone in his voice.
Ariel removed his foot from Konrad's head and said, "Kneel with your backs straight upright and your knees spread apart."
Both father and son complied with the order. Ariel seemed satisfied with their obedience. He said, "Tell me the tasks you will complete today, Connie. I want to know that you understand them."
Konrad took a deep breath and then he said, "Task one is move Tim's stuff into the master bedroom and to move my stuff into Tim's room. Task two is to go buy groceries and a hair trimmer. Task three is to use the trimmer to cut my hair to 2mm in length."
"Good," Ariel exclaimed. "You've remembered everything. This disappointa me because I have no reason to kick you, but KAI-HAAPP!"
"Uuuuhhhh!"
The teen's footh lashed out and five steel-like toes struck Konrad in his beer gut like a spear, knocking the wind out of him, and making his collapse onto the ground.
"As you know, I don't need to have a reason. That's a small sample of what you will get if you haven't completed all your tasks to my satisfaction by the time I return. I should give you more of that, since you're such a blockhead, but after all, you're also a novice as a slave, thus I'm going soft onto you."
"Thanks master," Konrad said through gritted teeth. "You're very kind."
"Now I have one more task for both my slaves before we get started this morning. I never want to have more than one layer of cloth between my feet and your bodies, so you will gather all your underwear together and throw them away. Do it now, so we can get started."
Konrad stomped his way into the master bedroom and pulled out all his boxers. His face was red with anger, and he swore that he was going to teach this punk a lesson he'd never forget. He'd have to workout in secret so that the blond bastard wouldn't know what he was planning to do, but he would do it, no matter how long it took.
Tim was tingling with excitement all over his body. The way Ariel had taken control made his knees weak and was giving him a permanent erection. And now his hardon would be noticeable all the time since Ariel wasn't going to let him wear underwear. The idea thrilled him and frightened him at the same time.
He noticed Ariel had followed him into his bedroom. "Are you going to make me trim all my hair too, master?" he asked.
Ariel lifted a hand and touched Tim's medium length brown hair. "No, Timmy, I don't think so," he replied. "I think I'm going to let your hair grow out on your head, and we'll have your body waxed. I want to let your inner bishie out. You've been hiding it and I want everyone to see it. We'll get you some shorts that come up to here," he said, running his hand along an area right under his buttocks. "And we'll get you some shirts that barely cover your navel. Maybe I'll put you in knee socks like an anime schoolboy."
Suddenly concerned, Tim turned to Ariel and said, "You need to watch out for my father. He doesn't give up. He'll be planning something. He won't stop until he beats you."
Ariel pulled Tim down for a kiss, and then said, "I hope he does. I plan to order him to get his fat body in shape so I don't have to look at his gut, but my real plan is to get him in shape so I can kick his ass again when he's at his peak. I want him to know that I'm his master because I'm better than him."
Then Ariel patted Tim's round butt, making the taller boy sigh. "Don't worry, Timmy. I'll claim what's mine soon enough, but first we're going to go to the waterpark and have some fun."
Tim pushed hard against Ariel's calf, and he moaned again in pleasure. He could feel his master's cock responding to his mouth, swelling, and spilling precum. Timothy swallowed it as fast as it came. "To tou Erotou Akon!" Ariel said, which meant "the dart of Eros".
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The waterpark was always crowded on a Saturdays, so Ariel and Tim had to wait in line to get in. There were a lot of families but also some unsupervised teens. As soon as they got through the gate, Ariel insisted on going to the gift shop where he picked out a pair of pale blue square cut trunks. When they got to the locker rooms, Ariel handed the trunks to Tim.
"These," he said, "not those."
He pulled the knee length board shorts from Tim's grasp and threw them in the trash can. The taller boy blushed and said, "They're kind of short, aren't they?"
Ariel lifted one leg at a 150-degree angle and gently slapped both sides of Tim's face. "Just think how much more embarrassing it will be if they "accidentally" come off in the pool," he said.
The light foot slaps hadn't hurt Tim, but they reminded him that Ariel was his master and he'd promised to obey him. They were at the back of the locker room, and no one was back there yet. Tim pulled his pants off and then he felt a sharp slap on his butt that made him given an involuntary yelp.
"That's to remind you that you'll be getting ten more at home for every swat I have to give you here," Ariel said.
Tim gulped, not sure if he should've felt scared or thrilled for what was in store for him once home. "Uh, and why are you going to punish me?" he hesitantly asked.
Ariel sighed. "You know I don't need a specific reason."
"Ahem, right, master." the other said in an apologetic tone.
"Anyway, it's because you dared to question my choice about your shorts." the blond explained. "You need to learn your place, slave."
"I will, master," Tim whispered.
Ariel smiled.
Tim noticed that Ariel was wearing red board shorts that came halfway down his thigh. They locked their street clothes and shoes in a locker and put their wallets and cellphones in a transparent waterproof pouch with a strap. It looked like a purse. Then they went to enjoy the attractions. Tim was worried about being "too gay" in public, but it didn't attract too much attention, no matter how often Ariel brushed Tim's butt with his hand. When they went down the slides, they always went on the same mat, and Ariel always went behind him so that they were jetpacking instead of spooning on the way down.
And when they ate lunch, they sat next to each other, their hips touching, and they shared a 32-ounce drink using two straws. That made them look like boyfriends and there was at least one other gay couple they could see who being equally "cutesy". But Ariel made sure to mark his territory for everyone to see. His hands touched Tim on the upper thighs and the butt every chance he got. He also made sure to order Tim around in a voice loud enough for others to hear. He sent him running for refills, for napkins, for an extra fork ... And when they were done eating he ordered Tim to clean up the mess.
While they were in the wave pool, Ariel dove under the water and pulled Tim's trunks down. When Tim tried to pull them up, Ariel shook his head and said, "No Timmy. Hand them to me."
Tim blushed deeply and with a pained looked on his face, he whispered, "Yes master."
Then he sank below the surface of the water. When he came back up, he was holding his trunks just below the surface. Ariel took them and tucked them inside the waistband of his own shorts, leaving Tim naked in the pool. Then he reached down and brushed his hand against Tim's hard cock.
"You act reluctant to do what I say, but you know that you like it," Ariel said. "If I told you to take my cock out of my shorts and suck it here in the pool, with dozens of people around us, you'd probably shoot a load without even touching yourself."
Tim laughed nervously. "I probably would, but then I'd get arrested for public indecency and have to go to jail."
"I'd protect you," Ariel said. "You wouldn't go to jail."
On the surface, it sounded impossible. How could Ariel keep him from going to jail? It made no sense, but when he looked into the smaller blond teen's eyes he believed him. He sank below the water and pressed his face against Ariel's erection. There was a layer of red cloth separating his master's cock from his lips, but he kissed it anyway. Tim did a lot of swimming, so he was able to hold his breath for a while. He used all that time to massage his master through his shorts. When he came up for a breath, Ariel grabbed him and kissed him.
"We need to go," Ariel said, handing him back his shorts. "I want to stop in the gift shop again. I saw something I want to buy. But when we get home, I'm going to claim what's mine."
He let his hand stroke the crack of Tim's butt and press in on his sphincter, making it clear what he meant. Then he kissed Tim again, forcing his tongue inside his mouth and taking possession of it.
"If you keep pressing on my hole, Master, I am going to cum," Tim whispered.
Ariel grinned and pushed harder. His other hand reached down to Tim's balls and gripped them firmly. Then he squeezed, just hard enough for waves of nausea to pass over Tim's body.
"Whose hole is it?" Ariel demanded.
"Yours Master," Tim gasped.
"And these balls, whose are they?" Ariel asked.
"They're yours too," Tim said. The pain was growing, and his breath was becoming ragged.
The hand that had been playing in his crack moved around to the grasp Tim's erection and squeeze it. "And this cock, whose is it?"
"It's yours, Master."
"Good," Ariel replied. "So, you're saying that I have two cocks, and you don't have any, right?"
"Yes Master!" Tim said, loudly enough that he was sure others would hear him.
Ariel let go of Tim's sensitive balls and smiled at him. Then he kissed him again and said, "Good, then put your trunks back on and cover those cock and balls of mine and let's go."
Tim felt a rush of excitement flow over him. Ariel's masterful words had him on the edge of orgasm. He pulled his trunks up, but they barely concealed his erection, and Ariel wouldn't let him cover it up with his beach towel. Two girls pointed and giggled, but most people just ignored him even if they did notice it.
In the gift shop, they had pet collars with the Water World logo. Ariel purchased two, one in lavender and one in green. He purchased two dog tags. The purple one read "Timmy. If found return to Ariel. Palace of Eros." The green one said the same thing but had the name "Connie" on it.
Ariel fitted the purple one around Tim's neck before they left. Tim was sure his dad was not going to like his gift.
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Konrad had completed the tasks to the best of his ability. He'd moved his stuff to Tim's room and Tim's stuff to the master bedroom. Then he'd gone to the store to buy groceries and he was sure that everyone could tell what had happened. His face was bruised, and he was walking gingerly from the beating he'd taken. He imagined that everyone who saw him could see that he had been crushed in a fight with a pint-sized teen, and then he'd sucked the boy's cock. He knew it was ridiculous. There was no way they could know, but he felt like they were smirking at him behind his back.
He loaded up on basic foods, such as hamburger, chicken tenders, frozen pizzas, and fish sticks. He also bought milk and bread, bottled pasta sauce, frozen lasagna, lunchmeat, eggs, cheese, etc.... He didn't want Ariel to order him to make dinner and have nothing easy to make. He had debated about buying beer. He didn't want to have to ask the boy's permission to have one, but he didn't want to go the week without any. He bought it with reservations.
He also bought the trimmer Ariel had demanded. Back home he'd used the trimmer and cut his hair to a uniform 2mm all over his body. He had trouble reaching all his back, but it was the best he could do, and that punk would have to be satisfied. He did sweep up the hair. Then he went to garage to get some work done. All his tools for all his crafts were out there. He reorganized the leatherworking tools and put them away. He'd last used them to add an extra hole to a belt because he'd put on weight.
That's going to change, he promised himself. I'll get back in fighting shape soon.
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Konrad was still busy in the garage when Ariel and Tim came back. Since Ariel was anxious to claim the rest of Tim's virginity, he led him back to the now appropriately named master bedroom. Konrad had done a terrible job moving things. Tim's clothes were in the drawers haphazardly, but all his other possessions were on the bed. Ariel watched as Tim put his stuff away.
"Okay, done." Tim said.
The blond nodded. "Very well. SEET-HIA!"
"Urgh." Tim grimaced when his master's socked sole planted a sharp slap onto his face.
Seeing his slave's confused expression, Ariel raised an eyebrow. "What? Don't tell me you forgot there was a punishment scheduled once we got home."
"Oh, right." Tim blushed. "Sorry, I had forgotten."
Ariel chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll learn soon to remember your duties. "HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA!"
Standing on one leg, Ariel used the raised foot to slap Tim's head 3 times left and 3 times right.
"This will teach you to not question your master's judgement, slave." he said grinning.
Tim's cheek were burning and tears appeared on his eyes, but now he knew the pain was going to disappear quickly, so he endured it and moaned: "I'm sorry master."
"Don't worry, KYA! I'll teach you everything you need to know, HEYA! I must admit you already are pretty good at being my sub, WATAA! So you're going to be perfect in short time, HEEP-YAAAA!"
Ariel's foot slammed 4 times onto Tim's belly, yet the blond fighter's words comforted the beaten sub, who fell to his knees, waiting for the pain to disappear, yet had a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks, master!"
"No problem." With a prideful smile, Ariel used the foot that had just kicked Tim to pet his sub's hair, and waited a couple minutes.
Then he said: "I'm going to teach you something now that you'll need to remember," He pulled out a bottle of Astroglide and an enema bag. "It's your job to keep yourself clean."
He led Tim into the bathroom and filled the bag halfway with neutral saline. He sat down on the closed toilet seat and said, "Take your trunks off and lay over my lap."
Timothy did and he felt Ariel's finger rubbing his hole. Then he felt a cool slippery liquid in his crack, and Ariel's fingers working it into his hole. Ariel rubbed his finger around the ring and pressed inward after each circuit. Then his finger slipped inside his butt. Tim gasped in pleasure, and he felt his cock leak a little onto Ariel's thigh.
Then the finger began to slide in and out, until suddenly his sphincter relaxed and opened. Then Ariel stuck the nozzle of the enema bag inside him and let the water flow. Then he turned it off. Tim felt full, but not overly full.
"Now stand up and do some jumping jacks," he said, "but you must clench tight enough not to spill, or you're going to have a mess to clean up."
Tim jumped without much energy. His concentration was focused on holding the water inside him. The pressure was building with each jump. Just when he was about to lose control, Ariel stood up and lifted the toilet seat.
"Sit down and let it out," he ordered.
It took three washes until Ariel was satisfied with the cleanliness of the discharge. He made sure that Tim had fully expelled the water, then he led him into the master bedroom and laid him face down on the bed. He lifted Tim's buttocks and slid pillows underneath him to keep his butt raised.
"I'm going to moisturize you really well with the lubricant now, Timmy," Ariel said. "I told you that I will hurt you sometimes, but not we're making love. I want this to feel good for you."
Tim was writhing around in pleasure as Ariel worked more lubricant into his ass. It was something he'd dreamed about since the first time he found porn on the internet, but he had no idea how much better the reality would be than the fantasy. Ariel's fingers were like magic inside him, stroking all the right spots.
"I'm going to cum, Master," he whined. "I can't hold it, not even long enough for you to get inside me."
There was real anguish in his voice. He wanted to hold out. He wanted to feel Ariel inside him, but he knew that he didn't have the strength of will necessary to resist. Tears sprang to his eyes unbidden.
"You'll hold it," Timothy said, "not because I order it, but because I won't let you. When I tell you to cum, you will cum, and it will be the best orgasm you've ever had."
Then Ariel lifted Tim's butt higher and put a towel on top of the pillows. "I will want to see your face in the future when I take you," he said, "but this way is so much easier for your first time."
Tim felt the tip of Ariel's cock pushing against his hole. Ariel had worked relaxed him enough so that his large cock could fit inside him. Even so, Ariel had been forced to use a lot of lubricant. Tim squealed from the simultaneous sensations of pain and pleasure that intertwined along every nerve ending. His hole was stretched, and his rectum was filled, and every movement sent a new sensation of pleasure running through him. A pressure was building inside him. He could feel Ariel's cock pressing his prostate and his could feel the electric sensation that ran through his perineum to the base of his own cock, but it didn't stop there. It traveled to his navel where it seemed to press from the inside; it made his nipples stand up hard and firm; a hot flush spread over his skin; his scalp tingled; and his scrotum tightened, compressing his full nuts against his body.
Ariel was panting as he came inside his lover. "I'm cumming!" he screamed. "Now you cum for me, Timmy! Cum now!"
Tim's shafter contracted and then it spewed all over the towel Ariel had put beneath him. He screamed with each thrust of Ariel's cock, as his own cock expelled another load. They collapsed together on the bed, Ariel pinning the taller teen beneath him as he too was out of breath.
Timothy mumbled, "To tou Erotou Akon! That was the dart of Eros for real."