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Once upon a time...
I was 13. I would be turning 14 in a few days, but most of my friends were 13 and wouldn't be turning 14 until next year.
It was the end of summer. My closest friend was Will. He had introduced me to his friend Jimmy a while ago. Jimmy and I were friends, but we weren't very close. Will, Jimmy and I were starting a new high school soon. Will had a friend named Michael, but I barely knew him. Michael was also going to the new high school with us too and we would all be carpooling together.
A couple of days before school started, Will took me to Michael's house. Will knocked on the door and Michael's mother answered. "Is Mike here?" he asked. She said Michael was in the basement working out. She always called her son Michael. She never once called him Mike. Anyway, we went in and Will lead me downstairs to the basement. As I was nearing the bottom step, I saw Michael.
Something happened in my mind when I saw him. As I looked at him, I saw perfection. I saw beauty. I was instantly attracted to him. Mike and I said our hellos as though nothing in my mind had changed. But something had changed. In Michael, I had found something I needed to own.
Slowly, methodically and with intense calculation I took ownership of Michael. Over the school year, I made Michael believe we had become best friends. The truth was, we had become owner and object.
Now, I don't know if any of you believe in witchcraft, but I certainly knew how to use magic. The most powerful spell in my magic is taking control and ownership of someone or something by giving it a name.
As the school year passed I worked my spell on Michael. By the end of the year he was no longer spending time with Will, Jimmy or anyone other than myself. When summer came I was presented with an opportunity to complete my spell. It wasn't a christening in the traditional sense by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a naming ceremony just the same.
I was alone with my Mike down by Preston Beach one day in the middle of summer. "Hey, Mike. Do you jerk off?" I asked him.
"No." With his Catholic background, he was afraid to admit the truth. "Why, do you?"
"You're such a liar," I said. "I jerk off all the time and I know you do too."
"No, sir," he said. "That's gross!"
I looked him straight in the eyes. "Tell me the truth. Do you masturbate?"
Unable to lie to my penetrating eyes I used my witchcraft to force the truth out of him. With a clearly robotic intonation in his voice he responded to my query. "Yes," he said, "I do."
"Good boy," I told him. "Let's climb as far out as we can onto the rocks." He followed me all the way to the water's edge. I found a relatively flat area, sat down and told him to sit down next to me.
"Listen, " I told him. "Don't you know what I've been doing to you?"
"No. What are you talking about?" he asked me.
"I don't let you hang out with Will or Jimmy anymore. I don't let you spend time with anyone other than me. You're not allowed to. You don't hang out with your classmates and I won't let you."
"You can't control me, " he said defensively.
"But I do control you. You are mine. I own you. You are my toy."
"Well, okay," he said. "Can you do more?"
"Yes, " I replied. I am going to name you. When I give you your name you will be totally mine. You will do whatever I tell you to do whenever I tell you to do it. "Stand up and pull your pants down to your ankles," I said.
As he slide his pants down, his dick started growing inside his tighty-whiteys. His cotch was less than a foot from my face. I stared at it for quite a while. After a moment he said, "You're drooling." He smiled brighter when he said it.
I smiled back at him and let the saliva drip from my mouth. "Of course I am, " I said as I stood up next to him. I pulled his underwear down and then pulled down my own pants and underwear. Both of us now had rock solid hard-ons. I pulled him next to me in an embrace so our dicks were rubbing against each other. I whispered in his ear. "With this kiss, you are my Mikey. You are my toy, Mikey." Luckily this was his first ever tongue kiss, making my spell that much more powerful. As our tongues intertwined I taught him how to kiss. It slowly became very passionate. For both of us it was the most passionate kiss either of us had ever had or ever will have.
When our lips finally parted I asked him, "Do you agree?" I knew he had to agree, but the question was the completion of the spell.
"Yes. No one's ever called me Mikey before. I like it. I am Mikey." He smiled with satisfaction. "Mikey, " he said with a growing smile. "I'm Mikey. I like that." He paused for a moment without a thought of his own in his mind. "Now what else were you saying?"
"I love you. And I own you. Now, we have something to do."
"What?" he asked eagerly.
"Baptism, of course." We pulled our pants back up. I lead him back to his house. I took him to the bathroom in his house where the was a large bathtub. As I filled it with hot water I completely undressed and instructed him to do the same. We got into the tub and I began to wash him. First I washed his chest. Then his arms, his armpits and his neck. "Stretch out your legs," I told him. I washed his crotch, his thighs and then his legs. I smiled at him. We kissed again. He was in a sitting down position and I took the soap back to his crotch. I thoroughly washed his perfectly cut hard-on and then his magnificently shaped balls. I slid the soap under his balls to his anus. With Mikey sitting on my hand I slowly pushed my soapy finger up his ass. He grunted and moaned a little bit. Slowly I pushed my soaped finger in and out of his butt, further and further up. Our hard-ons faded as I continued to wash his anal cavity for at least a half hour. Although he had suppressed many screams, he finally smiled when I had finished. With a sly grin, he looked me in the eye. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Mikey, " I laughed. "No. That will come later. Get out of the tub. Get on your knees with your hands down on the floor." He followed my instructions exactly. I went over to him and got down on my knees too. I stared at his perfect butt for a while and then slid my tongue up his ass. I had done my job well. This truly must be the fruit of the gods I thought to myself. I enjoyed eating his ass for quite some time.
From that point on, I owned a new toy named Mikey.