Olaf and Robert Part 1 by Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com
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================= A confusing night =================
"Crawl onto the bed and get on your knees!"
The jock ordered and slapped his butt hard. Olaf knew he was into his hands, tied up in bondage, while he felt his arousal. He groaned softly as his angry erection thrust forward. Satisfied with his work, the jock who became somehow his Master kneeled on the bed next to him, pressing his muscled body closely against his body. Their cocks touched and Olaf shivered. Suddenly he felt the dog leash, the cold metal pressed against his naked chest and stomach. Olaf moved just slightly causing the lash to brush against his excited cock and the jock responded by slapping his exposed ass again. Bound as Olaf was, he responded, thrusting his firm butt back. Master praised him,
"Good boy!"
And Olaf felt really proud and wanted! For some moment, they kissed, not like lovers, the jock, his Master just possessed and used his open mouth. Suddenly Master pulled away, he was the one in power. He took the leash in one hand and wrapped his other hand around his victim's neck. A slight tug at the leash and a pull with his other hand was all that was necessary to unbalance him. The teen tumbled over onto the bed and heard his own groan. Lying on his side, facing the handsome powerful jock, he straightened his legs. When he did, Master looped his muscled top leg over his own, and with his leg and hands, pulled him closer. Olaf was pressed into his muscled body and powerless. Master hold him, possessed him and there was no way to escape. For some time, they lay like this, with their bodies parallel and touching, now-with heaving chests and massive hard-ons.
"You longed for this, didn't you?"
Olaf felt and warmth of the jock's body and nodded. Yes! This was what he always and really wanted. Olaf wanted to feel bound and helpless in his powerful hands. The jock caught him and he was his subject. Olaf felt excited by his own submission, this was his wet dream, this was what he wanted to feel.
This was just the beginning, his strong hands moved across his pecs, then circling on his sensitive nipples. Master started to play with his boy nipples and he moaned softly, his teen cock was twitching and growing as this jock Master worked his teen body, his mind racing, his heart pounding, and his throbbing and teen cock rock hard. Olaf shivered with the unknown desire to be owned as Master whispered in his ear,
"Bet you never pictured this, did you boy?"
he tweaked his boy nipples,
"or did you?"
Olaf took a deep breath, and in a moaning voice, stated softly,
"Noooo."
Master slapped his face and Olaf remembered his orders,
"Yes Sir,"
Master continued to play with his nipples, Olaf felt his teen cock was dripping. Master humiliated him,
"Oh look, my boy's useless little cock is rock hard. Why are you hard, little faggot, do you like this?"
With his fingers he used his nipples, and Olaf let out a weak response, he didn't know. This was a fucking weird dream and he couldn't end it. He heard his voice again,
"Sure you do, this is where you belong, that's why you looked at me all the time. You wanted me. Give into it, you know you want it, your boy cock proves it all."
Master placed an arm over his slim waist, placing his hand on the ropes at his wrists.
"Well boy, are you ready to serve me without question?"
What had happened to him? Without hesitation Olaf begged for more,
"Please, please,"
He heard his own begging voice. The Master pulled away from him, and without his support, Olaf reclined onto his back. Master ordered,
"Open up that fucking mouth!"
Olaf obediently opened his mouth, and the jock repositioned himself and thrust his hard cock into his face. Oh fuck, Master leaned forward and eagerly Olaf opened his mouth wider, drooling now. With his hands bound, Olaf was unable to grasp the cock that he so much desired. The Master had to do it for him, he again tossed his muscled leg over his smaller body and, with one hand, took his cock and guided it forward.
Olaf lifted his head, presenting his wide open mouth for his cock. Olaf took as much as possible of his length, although he had no choice. Master's cock was every bit as warm and wet as he had imagined. Olaf went to work, sucking on his cock and bobbing back and forth. Soon his tongue was swiping across the head of his cock, teasing out the leaking pre-cum and licking away the sweat that had built up over the day.
After a minute, the jock grabbed the back of his head and held him still while he started to fuck his mouth. Olaf swallowed his entire cock down to his pubic hair. Master told him,
"Oh fuck, you have a natural talent for sucking my cock!"
Olaf felt his own cock swell and he screamed,
"Milk my cock, you little cocksucker!"
as Olaf continued to bob his head up and down his snake.
"That's sweet, boy, now you know your place,"
Olaf groaned.
"Such a hot mouth. You like being used like this, boy?"
Master thrust in hard and Olaf felt him slip into his throat, eliciting him to gag, but he was willing to take everything. Master grinned down at him and said,
"You are my little cocksucker, boy."
With his tongue, Olaf felt the veins that encircled his cock and he tasted the salty pre-cum that predicted the eruption that would come. Olaf didn't need to be told, he just moved his head back and forth, being careful to maintain his alignment. The jock picked up on this motion and began to match it. The rhythm came faster and faster, and Master grunted with pleasure but pulled suddenly away.
Olaf wailed in frustration and reluctantly relinquished his hold, whimpering slightly that his Master's cock was being denied to him.
Master moved his cock back into Olaf's face, he opened his mouth again and Master warned him,
"Don't bite me and don't quit sucking."
With that Master gave his balls a more than friendly squeeze. In reflex Olaf's teeth came down and gripped his cock, but he did not compress. It was not good enough for his Master.
"I said don't bite, boy."
As punishment, he slapped his ass hard,
"You have one minute, otherwise I will breed you like a bitch."
Olaf moaned, licking and flicking. Master squeezed his nuts again and Olaf went wild thrashing on his cock. Time was running out, the powerful jock started to count down. Tears began to pour down his face as he squeezed harder. Olaf's moan was now a scream.
"Six, five, four...
Olaf's doom was sealed and he knew the truth, Master was abut to fuck him, started to break down, his body shook from the silent sobs. The pain on his balls and the prospect of losing his virginity made him small and vulnerable.
"Three, two, one!"
The Master was squeezing so hard on his nuts, Olaf yelled in despair. Then it was over, he was broken and they both knew it. Master's cock throbbed with urgency. Quickly he bent and untied his legs and ankles. Master turned him to the side of his bed, rolling him back so that his wrists, still bound, were pressed into the bed. The Master pulled the leash into one hand and Olaf obligingly placed his feet over his shoulders. Seeing Olaf's willing reaction, Master smiled victoriously,
"I'd love to play with your smooth young teen body, boy. I own you now,"
the Master commented, when their eyes met, Olaf knew he saw how much he longed to get fucked.
"I bet that you like this,"
he said as he ran his palms over his naked teen body and looking down, Olaf saw that his own teen cock was also in a state of some urgency, throbbing with his heartbeat, more purpled and engorged than ever. With his other hand, Master guided his cock into the crack of his exposed ass. He slammed his cock into his ass hole and Olaf yelled,
"Ah! Fuck!"
as pain coursing down his body. Olaf cried and felt his tears running down over his face,
"Oh, it hurts so much,"
Olaf whimpered, his naked body jerking painfully. But despite the pain, he still craved for more. Begged for it, surrendered to the invasion in his ass. He groaned,
"Fuck my ass, Master! Stretch it! Oh yes! Master, stretch my ass!"
Olaf was folded open for him and he relished his submission. Pulling his cock entirely out and slamming it fully back in, Master was in leaving his ass hole clutching the air desperate for his return. Master's thrusts took Olaf's breath away as he got light headed from the pounding. He was so dizzy and he was not exactly sure when he came, he suddenly realized he was shooting his cum in his own face. Master leaned forward sucking the cum off his wet lips and tongue as Olaf continued to spray their bodies.
Master thrust vigorously, back and forth, back and forth, so strongly and rapidly that at each forward movement, his legs would be thrust from his shoulders, only to meet the Master's chest again on the return stroke. Olaf groaned in lust and pain. The Master's breath was coming quickly now, suddenly, so suddenly that he felt some surprise, he felt his tension erupt into an explosion, as wave after wave of his crashing orgasm filled his boy.
Master pulled his cock out, just in time to unload gusts of cum onto Olaf's groin, stomach, and chest. The Master shuddered hugely, his eyes closed, feeling the slight echoes of the explosion, until his heartbeat slowed, and he lowered his cock onto his body, mixing his man cum with the boy's own cum. Out of the blue, Olaf trembled, his body shook violently. The rope that bound his wrists almost failed to restrain him. Master was surprised to see such violent reaction as Olaf yelled,
"Oh my god...!"
He groaned and reached his second climax in a spectacular way! With a loud howl, Olaf groaned out his orgasm. It sounded as if he was in pain, his entire body shook and shuddered as his teen cock spurted ropey strings of boy cum.
"I'm cumming, Master! Oh! Fuck yes!"
Olaf cried out, his body jerking beyond control and suddenly he heard his own voice hard in his own bedroom. He screamed and felt the explosion in his brain and woke up!
In a flash Olaf returned to reality, his teen cock, wet with his cum, stuck to the sheets for a moment, and then slid across them a short distance, sending him a sensation that caused him to wince. Olaf knew that the jock who was his Master in his dream was Robert. Olaf groaned as that reality hit him. The Robert bullied him for some time but he was in a way also Olaf's hero, he was a stunning high school jock. Robert played football and baseball, and well-built, strong muscles under his smooth skin. He always acting like he was in charge of the world. Olaf was always impressed and wanted to serve him, no matter what...
Olaf was just sixteen and not used to this. He was sexual just a kid, but not dumb. What he was feeling wasn't just admiration, it was attraction. Olaf's mind was a whirling, racing mess of different emotions and thoughts that collided violently. He took a deep breath and tried to stop his hands and body from shaking. He didn't know what to think about this wet dream, he loved it all the way, but it shocked him too.
Walking to the bathroom a huge sigh heaved from his lips, being gay was not a big deal, but this... It was just he couldn't get his desire to submission out of his mind. Sure, there were lots of cute boys in his school, but he just thought of the older Robert and his buddies, the other jocks around him, their natural way of being dominant and in power.
Olaf's heart was still thundering in his chest and he forced himself to take a few more deep breaths before he remembered he had to take a shower. Oh shit, he resisted those feelings, but his dream brought back those wild and hungry impulse which overtook him. He was hardly experienced but that was made up with raw desire. Olaf felt his teen cock hard against his boxershorts surprisingly eager for a wank and another orgasm.
A wave of panic suddenly washed over him at this rush of sensations and he broke away from his thoughts and took a step forward into the bathroom. He went for a cold shower, still confused about his wet dream and the prospect of going on vacation just by himself.
That was another exciting idea, for the first time was able to go on holiday without his parents. Olaf could stay in his uncle's cottage in the dunes just by himself. David, his openly gay Uncle had suggested that he needed some time to himself,
"Olaf, you need to relax, sunbathing, swimming and meeting a new people. You can use my cottage,"
He didn't need more than a couple of seconds to make up his mind, and so it was that he packed a few clothes and went for it.
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Olaf's finds his hero
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On the first morning in the cottage, sun shining, Olaf got up and had a healthy breakfast before preparing for the beach. He stood in front of the mirror, naked, and stretching up he admired his body. He looked carefully at his reflexion, sixteen years young, slim and tanned, with blonde hair and blue eyes. A healthy teen, he didn't had any facial hair yet, so his boyish looks remained intact, as they said, but Olaf wanted to look more mature. Olaf's cute boy face was highlighted by his small turned up nose and red sensual lips.
Some of Olaf's friends hit puberty before he did, and got all interested in girls, and some were hairy. Others were still bald as a baby in the showers, Olaf was proud he had some hair above his cock and his balls were dropped. He had enough cock to be proud of. It was totally average, of course, but to him it looked bigger. About half the guys had more, about half had less, so that was okay. Olaf knew wasn't very interested in girls, but he liked boys, and cock, when it came to that, he knew what he liked. So, of course, he was hiding his gay feelings as best as he could. Nobody knew he was gay, but sometimes he was called a fag by the bullies, of course, but lots of guys were. There was one guy who actually bullied Olaf, it was Robert. Robert was older at least eighteen, a jock, he was hot. He was tall and muscular. He had a good gentle face, short hair and really blue eyes, and very nice lips. Olaf really admired his flexing muscles. Man, they were something, his body was powerful and hot. Robert was strong but lean, he had a pretty firm butt too, not to mention a really decent package.
Olaf first noticed Robert almost the first day at school. He was standing on the Green with his buddies. Nice tight jeans, tight t-shirt. Butt all pert and firm, package all stuffed and lumpy. Olaf loved those awesome lips. Robert was talking to his friends, laughing and standing and just drawing his eyes. He glanced his way and saw Olaf looking. He looked away. He looked back a bit later. he hesitated, then looked away. Olaf kept his eyes off him as best as he could while he talked with his friend, but he glanced back again. Robert glanced his way and their met eyes. Olaf got from this a huge thrill.
Olaf thought he got attracted to him right then. Robert wasn't the only guy he was hot for, just one of the very hottest. Olaf guessed that was the start of it. The next day Robert walked by in the hall when Olaf was at his locker. Robert gave him a shoulder-shove into his locker, and said,
"Faggot."
He didn't even slow down. It was just a walk-by.
Over the next weeks, it got a little worse. He called him names, sissy boy, queer, homo every time he could. At least he wasn't physical. He didn't slap the back of his head in passing, nor knocked his books out of his hands, or pushed him over. Still, Robert was verbally bullying him and that was almost worse than anything else, because Robert was his slim and fit hero, Robert was attractive, hot and sexy. Above that he was kind of smart, he got good grades. He was on the soccer team, and very popular. And, Olaf learned, pretty rich, his family had a villa in town and owned a house at the seaside.
One day Robert reached down and grabbed Olaf's groin and squeezed his jewels. Olaf groaned and pulled away and grabbed his hand to push him away, but Robert just grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands above his head.
"Don't you ever dare to touch me, without my permission,"
he growled.
"You understand me, gay boy?"
Olaf whimpered and nodded his head and Robert's hands tightened around his wrists. In a strange way Olaf enjoyed the power that the jock radiated, his cock stirred under his touch. Robert must have felt this, but ignored it. The expected beating did not come.
"Say it!"
he demanded.
"I understand, Robert, I will not touch you again."
Olaf whimpered and to his utter amazement the jock continued,
"You have a nice small boy cock for a little faggot."
Olaf hated that, because he was rather proud of his teen cock. Robert left him alone and never bullied him again after this. It was settled, Robert made his point, he didn't like gays. At least that was Olaf's conclusion.
Remembering this incident Olaf looked down at his uncut cock, with its small bush of public hair, he thought it was not small or little at all.
Olaf's cock gently rose to attention with the thought of Robert. He wanted to forget it and picked up his favorite navy blue Speedo briefs which he kept hidden from his parents, although Olaf knew that he would wear then under his Adidas soccer shorts.
The very small swim briefs emphasized the outline of my teen cock. The strength of his boyhood erection as the cotton was stretched into seductive folds and indeed made a sight that would please any gay man. At least that was his hope and dream, but for that moment it was too much to show to the world.
So the boy pulled his soccer shorts on over his navy blue Speedo. The shorts were very low cut to show the maximum of my smooth flat tummy and his groin lines ran down each side to nearly meet at the small waistband. That was okay. Olaf sighted tired of all those mixed feelings, but he was ready to go. He grabbed his white beach towel, picnic lunch, a book and a can of beer. Olaf set off along the beach. He felt mature and confident, but he finally settled in a deserted place of the beach, where no one was likely to see him.
Olaf was laying down on his towel and checked he was truly not overlooked, deep inside Olaf was just a shy boy. He wished to go to the nude beach or had the courage strip to his speedo briefs, but he was afraid to do so. Olaf lay down in his soccer shorts, stripping off his shirt and trainers. He lay down on his back in the full sun, he loved the sun, and he loved stripping off to sunbathe. Olaf knew he would be able to do this without worrying what his parents or others like me, his gay uncle, thought about it.
The boy dreamed away, thinking. Olaf had, always had, not very deep down, those secret fantasies about gay sex and submission. He had had these feelings ever since he had entered puberty at the age of twelve. Often, when he got time for himself, he wanked his boy cock dreaming being tied up. As he grew older he had started to fantasy about punishment and imagined that his hands were tied and that he was being whipped by a dominant man. A Master who had captured him and made him his slave boy. Olaf sighted again, being young was not always easy. Those were dreams and fantasies, in reality such things never happened to him. He was just a virgin gay boy with a strong desire for more. Sometimes Olaf was ashamed of his desires. He knew that if he gave into it, as much as he want to, it meant that he recognized the power of a real man over him, and the very idea made him little and small, a little kid again and that was quite humiliating.
Now he made sure though that his shorts were pulled down as much as possible to expose the maximum of his belly. Olaf also pulled the shorts legs up as far as he could and relaxing, he read a bit of his book 'My Journey Into Submission' an book he found in my cottage and after an hour, he fell asleep.
Robert looked at the teen, he knew Olaf was something special the first time he laid eyes on the sixteen year old. Robert had seen me at school for the first time. Olaf on that day he was wearing black runner shorts that framed his pretty ass and showed off his somewhat athletic legs. Robert liked what he saw, the boy was a attractive teen and still a young boy, and would become more of a jock as he grew older. Robert saw the boy somewhat proud of his body and knew he needed some more training, but he could honestly say that his teen body couldn't even come close to competing with Robert's own body. The boy's t-shirt was tight, his waist was slim. It showed the boy's toned abdomen and his already well developed chest. Olaf looked good for a teen so young and his shoulders were broad enough.
Robert smiled, the boy was his walking wet dream and when he saw him, he knew he had to have him his own way. He would like to train this young horny boy. In the beginning Olaf didn't understood how it worked at school. The boy cruised him openly with all his wrestling buddies around him. Well, some of them were fuck buddies and didn't care, but others were as straight as hell and would never except te fact he showed interest in a sweet little gay boy like Olaf. So Robert called him names, sissy boy, queer, homo every time he could to show the boy his possition. Robert wasn't physical, he was afraid he would rape the boy's sweet ass right on the spot. Robert was verbally bullying him and that was his way to humiliate him, to show him his position. Robert knew Olaf admired him and he wanted to show the boy his interest so one day he reached down and grabbed Olaf's groin and squeezed. Th boy groaned and pulled away and grabbed his hand to push him away. Wrong, nobody did that to Robert. So he just grabbed the boy's wrists and pinned his hands above his head.
"Don't you ever dare to touch me, without my permission,"
he growled.
"You understand me, gay boy?"
Olaf whimpered and nodded his head and Robert's hands tightened around his wrists. Robert enjoyed the power he had over the boy, his cock stirred in his jockstrap.
"Say it!"
he demanded and he felt a growing excitement.
"I understand, Robert, I will not touch you again."
Olaf whimpered and so Robert continued to humiliate the little faggot and said to him,
"You have a nice small boy cock for a little faggot."
Now he saw him for the second time at the seaside close to their family house and he was sure about the near future, he had to fuck that sweet ass as soon as possible! He would handle it more carefully and more conveniently. If he wanted the boy to surrender, he had to be careful. Petting and feeding until he surrendered to him as a boy pussy in heat.
Olaf at the same time was unaware of the high school jock was gently approaching him, until a quiet cough alerted him. Brightly blushing Olaf reached for the corner of his beach towel to cover his book and he slightly pulled up his soccer shorts, which, being a sixteen year old boy and having read a chapter describing bondage and sex were already nicely tented by his semi erect teen cock.
"Sorry to make you jump, little buddy,"
came the pleasant quiet voice. Olaf was shocked, holy fuck this was Robert! What was he doing here? Did Robert want to humiliate him, bully him, beat him up? Nothing suggested that, the jock sounded friendly and relaxed, as if they knew each other as friends.
"Please do not cover yourself up, you look great to me."
Olaf was a little embarrassed and also proud about the unexpected compliment. He was also scared about what was coming next but Robert was smiling, the handsome jock whispered,
"I like to wear them small too, boy. Well, I can assure you my jock is a lot briefer than your soccer shorts."
Olaf noticed Robert's shorts were tenting out in front of him as he stood there. What was happening? Oh shit, thought Olaf, this was escalating way too quickly. What should and could he do?
"I mean you look good and you're going to attract some attention around here as well, which seeing how shy you are, probably isn't what you want."
Robert sat next to him and ran his hand down Olaf's leg. Without realizing it, the boy was shaking with excitement and his cock just getting harder. Robert was right of course, there was already a few men taking note of him.
"Don't worry, I will protect you and we're going to have some fun!"
Olaf didn't know what he meant by that but nodded,
"I have you seen at school, what are you doing here? What is your name by the way?"
Olaf told Robert his name and he was sweating in his soccer shorts, his throat was dry. Olaf felt just like he used to when he was a little junior at school but he told Robert, he stayed alone in his uncle David's cottage for two weeks.
"Well, in that case come on over now, and if you like you can stay over with me for a day or two as I also live alone and would welcome someone lively like you to give me a bit of company."
Olaf sat up on his beach towel, as Robert stood and moved in front of him,
"So Olaf, at school I saw you admired my muscles. This is your chance, boy which of my muscles are the most impressive?"
he asked as he flexed his biceps, then his chest, and finally pulled his shorts up to flex his legs. Olaf swallowed and blushed, this jock was posing and got him!
"Your chest is massive and your arms are big. You're really big all over, Robert,"
Olaf mumbled and Robert chuckled,
"You got that right, boy,"
as he put his thumbs in the waistband of shorts and pulled them down a few inches.
"You've got awesome abs, too"
Olaf said nervously as he continued to tug his shorts down till they rested on the bulge of his cock.
"There's one big muscle you haven't seen yet, boy, but that will be fixed very soon."
he said and looked at Olaf and winked. Olaf was now crimson and his face burned, but Robert saved him and changed the subject saying,
"This was a good start, boy. Tell me, you did this before?"
Olaf felt little and inexperienced, but asked,
"What do you mean?"
Robert grinned at him,
"Oh boy, you obviously been cruising the beach for a good fucking haven't you? Don't play innocent with me, you always keep your eyes out for some action. That's why you are here, you want sex, don't you?"
Robert's openness and directness shocked Olaf, no one had ever discussed anything so openly with him. He also had no idea what to say.
"Tell me boy, you had sex on the beach?"
Olaf was now close to tears, he had to admit,
"No, no, I never had sex, but I've been having weird dreams lately. They're really confusing me, but that's all."
Suddenly he looked troubled. Robert leaned in closer to him,
"Sounds interesting to me, tell me about your dreams, little buddy, let yourself go, tell me what's bothering you."
Olaf hesitated a split second,
"Well, it all started a few months ago, I had a dream about the wresting team at school."
Robert smiled,
"What happened?"
"Well, we were at his place, and all of a sudden one guy just leaned over..."
He trailed off, looking down.
"Go ahead boy, don't worry. Whatever you say here will be kept confidential, we are both on vacation and I want to know you better."
"Well, one of them kissed me."
Silence for a minute. This teenager was having gay dreams about his hot jock friends? It was Robert's lucky day...
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, for that dream. Then I started having some other ones."
"Go on, tell me all."
Robert's shorts tented up, he was glad he approached the boy, he was innocent and hot and this sounded even better.
"They started to get weirder after that. It got, well kinkier."
He paused again, nervous and quiet and asked,
"Have you ever seen a porno where it's like that, jocks and boys having sex in a dungeon. The boys all tied up and owned?"
Robert had seen them but didn't need them to get the picture. He had done it with some boys himself.
"Of course boy, bondage is one of the more common fetishes out here."
This wasn't, but his cock and lust had taken over and he had to relax the boy.
"Well, my dreams were like that, except I was the one being tied up. I was usually naked, sometimes in my boxershorts. A couple of times I was in my old boy briefs or in my jockstrap or even in panties."
"And jocks were abusing you?"
Images of Olaf tied up in his underwear flitted through Robert's mind, his cock was leaking into his jock. Olaf was still mesmerized. The boy moved closer to him with a glazed look in his eyes. Robert wondered if he had wanted him as he had wanted him. It was evident that I wasn't the only one with a hard-on. Olaf was completely hard, and was almost breaking out of his shorts, a smear of pre-cum was beginning to soak the crotch. Robert could smell the fresh pre-cum.
The jock couldn't believe his luck. In a flash he wanted to rape the boy, to drive his cock deep into his little ass and to sink even deeper making him growl. Robert wanted to grab his small shoulders and pulled him back towards his own muscled body, and to power drill the kid, to feel his tight arse clamped round his cock. Robert wanted Olaf to know his body was his, for his using, fuckng and breeding the kid until his balls exploded up inside him with a fountain of sperm, but it was to early for that. Robert groaned softly in frustration as he looked at the cute boy next to him. Olaf stopped talking again, as if admitting it to himself for the first time he was gay and a submissive bottom boy. He continued is story,
"Not only jocks were abusing me, no there were teens and men too. Sometimes my friend's dads, sometimes just their brothers, sometimes jocks of the wresting team..."
He trailed off.
"A couple of times it was even you."
Olaf looked over at Robert, who was cool about it.
"These dreams sound very vivid, what did I do to you?"
Robert could think of a lot of things he wanted to do...
"Well, you stripped me naked."
He took a deep breath.
"Then you leaned me over and... tied me up, even spanked me."
Robert closed his eyes for a second,
"Hmm, sounds good to me."
Robert was trying not to shoot his load in his jockstrap.
"Tell me more..."
"It was just a very freaky dream."
Olaf remembered he kept getting flashbacks of his dream and he realized it was Robert he dreamed about, but what if the dream really would happen? No, that wasn't possible! Robert was a jock, he teased him, the jock couldn't be gay but he wanted desperately to tell him everything, including how he felt about him, but he was terribly afraid to get beaten up. Now again Olaf felt close to tears, and that embarrassed him further.
"Just tell me, don't be afraid,"
"I just don't know."
Olaf said, and felt his chance slipping away. He paused, and said suddenly,
"I want to tell you, but, well, there's more to it than what you think."
Olaf had never spoken to anyone like this. Unfamiliarity gave him courage even as it made him frightened. He wasn't sure how this could interest Robert.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, honestly, boy.
Olaf nodded, a bit reassured and he started,
"Well, I was naked, tied down. You opened a little box and took out an object, it was syringe. You hold it between my ass cheeks while you fingered my asshole making me groan and relax, then you pushes it into me. I groaned and felt it warming my insides as the liquid filled me. I started to feel lightheaded, relaxed, spreading myself open for you, wanting to be penetrated. I begged for it and you talked to me. Telling me to let go, to let it take me over, I was there to serve your needs. I was delirious.
You lifted my legs and tied me up spread wide. Everything became erotic, your touch, my humble position, the cool air on my tiny asshole, on my shaved balls. Nothing happened for a few seconds and then I felt the head of your cock at my entrance. I tensed immediately. You slapped my ass and started to rub your hard cock around my hole sending pulses of excitement through my body. Again you placed the head at the entrance and pushed. Slowly my hole yielded and I could feel the head entered me. I screamed as you took possession.
You pushed further and I felt open as you continued to push firmly and suddenly I felt your cock pop right inside me. I gasped. I expected some pain but there wasn't any. You were in and pushed your cock further inside until your pubic hair brushed against my ass.
You increased the pace and your cock moved in and out faster. You fucked me like that and suddenly you pumped in a huge load inside me. Jets of your cum entered me, in my dream I could feel it, it went deep inside, You were filling me to the brim. You stayed inside me for a minute or so, letting your cum settle inside me. You were still hard. My boy pussy felt like a gaping wound, cum leaking out on my bed. You whispered my name and got up. Before I knew, your buddies from the wresting team came in and they fucked me too. You watched them raping me, till I was filled up with sperm."
Olaf blushed, why did he made this confession?
"Since I was fourteen, I have been seeing this dream, again and again. At first you were faceless, nameless, unknown and yet, and last night I felt it, I knew you, it was you."
Robert groaned softly,
"Do you watched us, me and my friends?"
Olaf closed his eyes,
"Yes I did... I used to watch you and your buddies at the wrestling team a lot, but I stopped because I figured it might be causing my dreams, and... so I stopped, but it only got worse."
Robert trembled, this was so hot! Olaf offered himself, open and vulnerable. The boy's dreams were too good to be true.
"Well boy, this sounds very serious and very good. I do think, we'll have enough time to discover you true needs and desires this vacation."
Robert wanted to hear every fucking dream this boy had, and maybe make a few of them come true.
"My parents own that old house just behind the beach, and I saw you pass by and thought you would be interested to join me there."
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