Shanish, Damian and Me Chapter 5

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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true story

by: <Souillac2017 at protonmail.com>

Introduction (yes, Now!)

After a hearty, extended breakfast we sat outside in very skimpy shorts, watching the passing pedestrians and having the second pot of coffee. (The harsh comments about passing people are better not be repeated here)

Damian arrived alone by bus. Today not in jeans and t-shirt, but dressed Indian style. With a Kurta (a light, long, button less shirt), light beige trousers and his bare feet in brown leather sandals. He was previously in the temple with his brother.
They had split up and Pavan went to the hospital right after the temple, because the ceremonies lasted longer than expected. Shanish should meet him now in the pharmacy.

"Now he has to wait for me" Shanish said when he saw the well dressed Damian coming up the slope.
Turning to me he whispered: "THIS is much more important now"
and pointed to the approaching Damian.

My lover begun in a friendly tone: "Sa va - You look great in that garments".
With the same breath he suddenly ordered 'Petit la' much sharper:
"Go inside, stand in the middle of the room! My dear shall see you completely!"

I was confused by the change of the voice. Raising an eyebrow I looked at Shanish.
He shook his head nearly invisible to tell me
-'It's ok. Wait.'-

Damian continued to the middle of the room and was halted with a "Stop! Stand up straight" commanded Shanish sharply.

An astonishingly submissive "Yes, Shanish" came out of the middle of the room.

"Turn and show all your glory" was the next order from Shanish.

Another submissive, quieter "Yes, Shanish".

Damian grew taller because of the compliment and his pride.
"You look very good. That garments are nice on you. Now turn, please"
Shanish ordered him. Slowly, and glad to be praised by Shanish, he showed himself from all sides.

I was leaning against the door post, watching in astonishment.
And although I wondered about Shanish's behaviour - without commenting.
Apparently Damian liked this drill-sergeant-like sounding voice of Shanish.

When Damian again looked at us after a few turns, Shanish asked,
"Stop! Dekorasyon? {-> decoration }"

I didn't got what he meant and was completely lost now.

Damian spoke softly:
"Yes, Shanish, of course. When I go for ceremonies, I follow tradition and rules."

The next demand from Shanish came: "Then take off your kurta - Now!"

Blushing, Damian looked at my lover first, then almost pleadingly into my eyes.
Like he was frightened and searching rescue.

Shanish impatient: "Do it !"

Still looking at me, Damian fiddled at his blouse.
Somehow I felt sorry for Damian.

"Hurry up some!"
It was only when Shanish moved and went to help him that I noticed the bulge in Shanish's shorts as he walked.
Apparently he felt comfortable in his role as a commanding sergeant and it excited him to have "the power".

"Please, be gentle and careful, please. My body had to bear a lot today."
tried Damain to protect himself.

"It has to be that way for this ceremonies, you know it!"
came gruffly from my normally so calm and kind Shanish.

Again this submissive "Yes, Shanish".

I was somehow expecting a "Sir".
I could only wonder and looked at her even more questioningly.
Did I see a new side of my Shanish, who had been so submissive to me the past days?
Did Damian wanted or liked to suffer, to be commanded, to be humiliated?

Damian surrendered and obeyed:
"Shanish, you undress my shirt, please, Shanish. I want... I'm supposed...
My Body have to please him. I must please my djimun."

"Come here!" Shanish said, still with a rough tone.
Then he turned back into the kind, affectionate, cautious Shanish I knew. Very slowly and carefully he started to pull the Kurta over the head of Damian. First thing I saw, was a string around the narrowest part of Damian's waist.
A loose, simple, red, piece of wool thread, knotted together near the navel.

Damian raised his arms and moaned up slightly.
Shanish exposed him further.
But now he proceeded slower and lifted the lower shirt hem at the front away from the chest, while pulling up the cloth simultaneously.

Religious symbols appeared.
Not painted on the skin - but as pendants on nipple clamps, as I noticed while Shanish continued. Both warts were clasped by a kind of pliers, his sensitive knobs caught and each mercilessly pressed tight.
In such a way that the tip of the wart protruded from the clamps. As a result, they constantly rubbed the fabric of the shirt. Which of course kept them stimulated and aroused constantly.

On each clamp hung small chains, carrying a small, 2 inch short bar.
Attached to that were various symbols and figures symbolizing gods.

They were the reasons, why he had groaned often today.
The tight pincers on his warts, pulling these sensitive buttons down and lengthening them by the additional weight of the symbols.
Finally, the shirt's abrasive fabric on the prominent wart tips.
So these pendants were what Shanish meant by 'dekorasyon'.
And as an additional torture: The stretching of the skin on the chest as he raised his arms.

Damian had my full sympathy now and I felt sorry for him.
Up: the clamps for the rituals in the temple - Down: The ribbon around his balls for me.

When I saw his suffering body and slightly distorted face, I tried to absolve myself of any guilt. I sought excuses for myself.
For my actions, for what I had done to him yesterday.
But yesterday I knew nothing about today's ritual in the temple, nor about the necessary personal preparation.
I felt terrible for his abused body and his discomfort.

Shanish's eyes now looked much softer at Damian, than before when he had him commanded. After taking the kurta off all the way, Shanish neatly folded the kurta and placed it on the kitchen cabinet.
As he gently pressed to lower Damian's arms, Damian looked at him anxiously, expecting further ordeals.
Instead, Shanish tenderly laid his hands flat on his friend's breasts to calm them down after the excitement.
Gratefully Damian relaxed and snuggled up to Shanish's hands.
Shan let go of the breasts and caressed the whole upper body soothingly.

Damian: "Oh that feels so good after the rocky, bumpy bus ride yesterday.
My balls indicated every pothole in the streets. Then the prayers which I performed, equipped as required by the traditions.
And everything with the ribbon AND the clamps. It was a lot to bear. Please keep stroking me now, it makes me feel better".

Shanish's hands wandered down to the wool string around the waist and loosened it, letting it drop to the floor.
When Shanish's hands started to move over Damian's body, I followed them with my eyes and recognized only now the big bulge in Damian's loose trousers.
I suspected: it must have been not only Torture for Damian.

But the hands of Shanish were already moving upwards the chest, toward the clamps again.
Pressing the breast's skin together with one hand, he slowly loosened the pliers at a wart and took the jewellery away.

"aaaahhh..." made Damian quite loud, as the clasp opened.
Whether it was pain or redemption, I could not determine. Also his facial expressions could be read in multiple ways.

Tenderly Shanish pressed his palm on the maltreated nipple and held the chest for a moment. Then the action was repeated at the other breast. Once again this penetrating, shocking sound by Damian.
Both breasts free of the decorations, Damian pressed his warts even tighter on Shanish's palms.
"It's feels just sooo good, YOU know how it is and what I need now ...".

Instead of an answer he got a tender, long kiss on his lips.

The previously agonizing, god-praising hangers were placed in their small, velvet-lined box with devotion and awe.
I carefully and appreciatively took one of these pieces of jewellery in my hand to take a closer look. At first I was amazed at the weight of the massive pendants - some figures looked like hollow.
Each hanger nearly heavy as a medium-sized chicken egg, about 60gr (2 oz).
My eyes explored all the delicate details of the symbols. They were masterpieces of fine, handmade metalwork - done ages ago as I could tell by the surface and patina. Shanish noticed what I was doing.

Since he knew that I was interested in unknown things and liked to ask, he released his lips from Damian and explained to me:
"The jewellery is passed from generation to generation. These are with Damian as 4th generation - so about 100 years old."

Shanish took his hands away of the breasts and kissed first on one, then on the other knob.
"Yes, I know what you need now" he remarked with a tender voice.
"Everything else you need now, someone else will give you now"
and grabbed him between Damian's legs on his also 'mishandled' sack.

Damian had already tensed and groaned under the hands before when Shanish held his chest. But now, when his balls were in Shanish's hand, Damian's bulge twitched as if he was cumming:
"Oh - oh my god - I'm going to squirt right now!"

"I'd rather not do that, Petit la (Little one). Try to suppress. That would really give you pain now. Let him free them first..."
and Shanish began to unknot the belt band of the Indian trousers. The soft pants fell to the floor, followed by the also beige, thin like silk, plain, briefs.

Damian's cramped his ass cheeks hard, his steal hard cock stood vertically upwards, the testicles caught in the too tight skin.
Now it was also too seductive for Shanish.
"Oh dear ... your body is insane. I am so-so hot for you..."
Very carefully Shanish kissed Damian's balls.

"I'm no less needy than you. I'm about to explode. Untie me at last, djimun! Please!" Damian said at me directed.
He lowered himself carefully and sat down completely in front on the edge of a chair and spread voluntarily his legs wide.

I knelt down in front of him. Grasping his thighs I pushed them even further apart and said:
"It will hurt a bit again - be strong".

Like the day before, I took his foreskin with two fingers. As he knew why, he took over and kept his penis at his belly. Tenderly I lifted the bulging sack. I took hold of the loose strings and lifted the pack by pulling at them.
Suppressing a loud moaning, he stuttered:
"uh uh ah aaah - That touching - ou ou ouch. It drives me ... arg ... DO IT ! I will try to stand it, but do it NOW" he begged.

Shanish stood behind the chair. He pulled Damian's torso back until the shoulder blades lay against the backrest and fixed Damian in this position by placing his hands flat on the chest again. At that same time Damain tried to sit more upright and moved his ass further into the seat of the chair. But his balls were still trapped by the ribbon which I held with my fingers.
By moving his pelvis back, he tightened the cord and stretched his scrotum skin by this. His face distorted by the discomfort and he managed to gasp:
"Don't move your hands. Keep the position!"

He came forward again a little with his ass and repeated the move.
This time even a bit further away, causing him to grind his teeth, but with a deep, lustful groan. He nearly pulled the ropes out of my fingers by his force. He kept the position, stretching his ball sack and extending his trapped, poor balls far from the body. All muscles in his body contracted by the pain and a then suppressed, long, painful
"Ooouuch. Oooh that hurts sooo good... sooo good"

In visible pain, he squeezed out between his compressed lips:
"I had to try it - how far i can do it. To reach the maximum of pain which I can stand down there. And it's a good moment for this, after the day of punishments. But I will repeat it and will do more. I deserve pain."

By a small move he increased the tension in the ropes even more. He howled in pain and then fell silent.
Lips pressed together, eyes squeezed, holding the breath, silent, he kept this position. Finally he moved his ass back to the edge of the seat, relaxed, and released the tension at his parts.
Small tears in his eyes, but obviously happy and smiling satisfied.

Dumbfounded Shanish and I first looked at Damian, then looked at each other. Neither of us really understood the scene that just happened. Why does someone voluntarily inflict such much pain and himself down there?

But one thing seamed sure:
Damian wanted and liked to be punished AND the accompanying pain.

I began to untie the knot of the friendship ribbon around his sack. The loosening band made him shiver by the reduced tension to his skin. When I unwound it completely and released his marbles, he shrieked and jerked up.
Shanish pressed his upper body tenderly into the chair again and held him tight.
As the skin of the scrotum slowly softened, the balls sunk deeper.
Shanish and me just held him. Shanish's hands on Damian's chest, while I kept Damian's knees wide spread.
Immobilized by our four hands pressing on his body, only his limb and the balls below moved.

We observed silently Damian's face and his reactions to his release. While his balls sank back to their normal position, the only audible sound was Damians breathing and a whimpering once in a while during this process.
Damian had now relaxed his whole body and the back of his head was resting on Shanish's bulged shorts.

The only movement of Damians body was his leaking member, jerking up and down from his belly, again and again.
My darling took a hand from Damian's chest and pushed down the edge of his own shorts, freeing his cock.
Because of the rustling sound of the fabric Damian turned his head and now had the slightly curved tail right in front of his eyes. He raised his head, opened his mouth and conquered the flesh in front of him without any further remark.

Damian gave my Shanish a blowjob!
But one of the finest, according to Shanish's reactions and sounds.
Even though Damian was still suffering and uncomfortable - he wanted to give Shanish pleasure.

I saw how the tongue did its work, teasing again and again the underside of the glans or licking the slit. Shanish stroked again over Damian's breasts with both hands and groaned every time he felt the lips on his shaft passing the edge of the glans.

Still kneeling in front of the chair, I started now stroking the inside of Damian's open thighs. First the liberated balls had been hanging heavily down, now they were rising inside the sack again by the sensations.
The closer I got to his junk with my hands, the higher the testicles went up. At the top of the scrotum they met the bone-hard penis and remained lying close to the right and left of the base. The darker skin of his sack had again completely shrunk and wrinkled again.

Shanish had begun to help the mouth. He held the head with one hand still, moved his piston out and in of Damian's lips - then it stayed in. I could tell by Shanish's cramping ass muscles: Damian got the protein he needed for his recovery injected.
Gratefully and welcome by Damian, who drank every spurt and never missed a drop.
Astonishingly both participants made no single sound.

Meanwhile I had continued to stroke his legs, but kept his suddenly spasmodically twitching thighs forcibly spread.
All of a sudden Damian's seeds flew through the air, spat out by the hard pumping penis. Nobody had touched him there - but Damian was gushing like a fountain.
By ecstasy and pain in his just released balls, he moaned up with each shot.
The first shot nearly flew at Shanish's trousers, the following 6...7 heavy shots landed on his chest.

While Damian's pipe was still dribbling, Shanish's and my hands met at Damian's twitching tail.
"please... Please don't... no ... oh you... pas touche!" (no touching).

But because we continued pressing him down and caressed his body, and stroked tenderly his young penis with four hands, he squirted for the second time soon. Less powerful and for the fact that he had just come, after a short time.
Whimpering, he sank completely in the chair and we were afraid he would fall.
So we held him tight, but lovingly. Just to protect him - not to arouse him further.

When he had recovered from his state of euphoria, he asked us: "Are you both crazy?"

An innocent, as one voice, long "Whyyy ?" from us.

"That was torture and redemption in one. And then, both of you touching my 'best bit', at the same time... YOUR four hands fondling me - I felt like I'm in heaven !"

In a sad voice, and stepping back from the chair with the naked young meat on it, Shanish said:
"As nice as it was and could get even better soon - but I have to leave you both now. Pavan is waiting for me".
Unembarrassed Shanish took off his shorts and went into the bathroom completely naked to clean himself in the shower.

Damian was still smiling contentedly and in a bliss and trying to calm down. Then he sat upright on the chair and said to me:
"I should go there, too. All the sweat and fluids... I want to shower and make myself neat and nice for you"

"You do not have to make yourself beautiful- you ARE" I remarked to him, smiling.

Since Damian had already got up before sunrise for the ceremonies, I prepared some sandwiches for a second breakfast. When Damian came out of the shower I asked him to stay naked.
Unsure of my intentions, he hung the towel on the clothesline. Stretching upward to reach the line, his slender, beautiful legs and round butt were nicely displayed.

Of course we sat outside at my favourite spot on the terrace and ate. Naked as we were. We did not care about rules, decency or morals, but we were hidden from passers-by by the bushes. It was a relaxed atmosphere and a good, casual talk about 'normal' topics while we ate. I took the opportunity to question him about his feelings and emotions.
"How do you feel?" I asked him.

Chewing he replied, "After what you did to me earlier and now with the food and juice here: much better."

"Okay, but that's not what I meant."

I kept drilling:
"... and that you are now sitting here completely naked, not a stitch of fabric on your bare skin, your goods free to the air?
When someone could come around the hedge at any time and see your beautiful body in its birth suit?
Everybody would see your little pride and your pouch on full display?"

I had specially enumerated everything in detail, so that he became aware of his nudity, shamelessness and also vulnerability.

"You have said: I look good ..."
he grinned cheekily and no longer shyly as before. Continuing in a more serious tone, he showed me that he had not only exercised, but also thought in the past days.
"I'm proud now, of that. Proud of MY body. There is nothing too small or too large or ugly. You have taught me to accept and to use it."
Smiling he finished:
"... and to enjoy the sensations, my body can give me."

"mhmm, yes." I murmured approvingly.
"Not so long ago you would have been ashamed of your nakedness,"
I agreed thoughtfully, but laughing. And continued:
"And the practical lessons, the subject matter, the pace - is it okay for you?"

"Uh - yes? I don't understand now? What, why? I told you that I want to learn ALL that from you!"

"There was so much that was unfamiliar to you, there was something ugly, sinful, disgusting, and painful ... Would you still do it again? Or allow even more?"

He looked at me for a long time and I could see it working in his head.
Obviously, he was recapitulating the scenes and indecent sensations he had experienced so far, and thinking whether he liked it or not, or even whether it was disgusting.

He began an unusually long speech for him:
"Yes, all of this is very unfamiliar and new. Some things you've done to me have been a real challenge for me.
But only because I was brought up strictly and by old rules, was raised differently than other boys my age.
And I never had a friend to talk to. Nor a chance to compare my body. Or any other opportunity to see another human body.
(in a sad voice:) Let alone a "best friend" to experiment with....
Why shouldn't I have fun with my own body and not enjoy it like anybody else does? Because narrow-minded, inhibited and prudish people say so?
I'm old enough now to make my own decisions, make experiences and can have this 'fun'.
And I have had that 'fun' until now. Always. EVERYTHING done with and by you!
I don't know if I would have let anyone else do anything like that to me
- wait -- (thinking)
... maybe Shanish. Yes, maybe he would have been allowed to do it.
I've even enjoyed all the time after you tied my balls.
It was hard to endure, uncomfortable and sometimes painful, specially the bus ride. (laughed) At dinner with my family it was also kind of very embarrassing. I always had to watch how I sat so I didn't cause myself more pain.
Fortunately, nobody had any idea why I was acting and behaved like this. Hihi.
But it also taught me self-control. For example, this morning. Balls already tied by you, it was the peak of temptation to masturbate, when I was putting the clamps on my nipples.
Just the fantasy of what was about to happen soon, brought me higher.
Finally, each closing of the pliers at my nipple almost drove me crazy by arousing.
At first I really wanted to wank, I was highly aroused, horny as never before and just wanted to squirt and relief the urge.
Then, luckily, the pain started inside my sack. And when I started to rub mwa gogod (my penis) the pain in my marbles grew further. So I refrained and didn't fall for the enticement."

While Damian was speaking, he had become agitated.
Now he took a long sip of his juice, sat back in chair and opened his legs again.

"Well said and thought - and even done better!" I praised him.

"Thus I didn't take you off guard, or taught and acted too quickly," I concluded.

"No, it was totally okay, it was beautiful..." he started.

Quieter and more to himself:
"...and sometimes too slow and endless, too teasingly, too excitingly."
Louder again and directed at me again:
"There are more things, I know it. If you simply go on like this, I will learn. And I promise, I will be strong. To try it and test it first. After, I will decide if I liked it and maybe want to do it again".

"And how did you feel when you were at the mercy of Shanish and me earlier on the chair in the kitchen? Pressed down and immobilized? To be touched everywhere and no chance to fight off this indecent hands", I probed further.

"That was great. One of you at the top, one at the bottom abusing body. Me entirely in your power and at the mercy of both of you. - it was arousing and beautiful to be without my own will".

"Then you like to be controlled, to be commanded? Then you like that others rule over you and may deny you your 'fun', your relief? Much more - of letting you suffer somehow and maybe even cause pain on you?"

Damian was obviously caught. The way he twitched, blushed and slid around on his chair showed it.
And finally, his semi-hard member.

He admitted quietly with his head drooped, avoiding my eyes:
"Yes, sometimes I want, almost need it."
He fell silent, thought and than continued:
"You remember the day when I showed you my whole body for the first time voluntary... when I stood totally naked in the middle of the room. I felt lost, vulnerable... being completely nude, everything on display and no place to hide...
At the same time I also felt like you deserved it to see me and I felt I HAVE to expose and degrade myself to you. You could have ordered EVERYTHING to me and would have got it from me. Your wish would have been a command for me. I would have obeyed willingly and at once. I confess, I am submissive - and I love it."

I had already suspected that.
After Damian's presentation in the kitchen, his behaviour in bed and the current scene with Shanish - but hearing it so clearly from him now made me think about. About him, his point of standing and how I continue now.
Currently he sat in the chair that was best hidden, the last one that would be seen if someone came around the hedge onto the property.

"Ok, listen. You like being on display? Like the day when you presented yourself totally naked to me?
Being your teacher, I'll give you an assignment now:
Stand, naked as you are now, in the open gate until the next bus has gone by.
Hands at your sides, not hiding anything, every detail visible for everyone.
You will get nothing if you do so, but you may lose not only my attention, if you don't."

He looked at me with wide eyes, questioning and incredulous. Then he silently nodded, stood up and placed himself in the center of the gate, hands at his sides, eyes forward to the road, and waited.

After I heard the bus droning uphill, he turned completely, presented his bare bottom to the street by this, and looked at me questioningly. He looked at me with wide eyes, questioning and incredulous.

Then he silently nodded, stood up and placed himself in the center of the gate, hands relaxed to his sides, eyes forward to the road, and waited. After I had heard the bus droning uphill, he turned completely, presented his bare bottom to the street by this, and looked at me questioningly.

Implying an applause with my hands, I pointed at an other chair next to me. He sat down, knowing that this chair would be seen first if someone came into the grounds. He did it without query or doubting me.

"Place your chair a little away from the table and spread your legs - so anyone who comes in can see your genitals, your most secret parts until now.", I requested him.

As if nothing special had happened, I poured me another coffee, but my eyes were on his face and body.
He was obviously thinking and had seem to realize what had just happened - his limb had became considerably thicker.
He must have had found pleasure in this crazy act of presentation.

Damian moved the chair, sat down comfortably but with his legs spread wide. Next he grabbed his pendants and made sure that everything was clearly visible and nothing was jammed. Than he continued sipping at his juice.
His behaviour and lack of further reactions by him to my request were signs of his obedience and submission for me.
I pondered and enjoyed the view of his young, naked body as I weighed various possible options and their practicality.

He looked at me for a long time while I 'scanned' his body with my eyes.
Finally he was brave enough and had the courage to asked:
"Djimun, are you thinking about me? Are you holding something back because you're afraid to tell me?
I see questions in your eyes. Maybe you think it might be too much for me? Is there anything unusual or perhaps painful, that comes? Will I think it's sinful what's coming?" (He emphasized 'sinful' with a satirical tone. )

These questions got me totally off guard. I had expected an accusatory or defensive remark. Because I had made him show himself to the public in his birth suit - but afterwards such questions?
Like it was not enough for him, not that what he had expected or wanted?
Had he `tasted blood' and was actually much naughtier than he has disclosed to Shanish and me so far? I was still confused inside, but happy about these questions indicating his willingness. I realized I had not upset, frightened or overloaded him.

Not continuing this process, I murmured:
"We, and especially you, will see soon. We shouldn't dawdle like this. Classes will begin soon."
The outside seating and the kitchen had never been tidied up and cleaned so quickly.

Impatient and in all his nakedness, he stood on the garden path between the gate and the front door. Visible to all who passed outside. He put a finger between his teeth, made a pose like a shy girl and asked me cheekily, "Are you coming?"

Inside the room I intended to lay down on our bed. But Damain asked me to stop. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled me closer to him after.
"Please come ...".

His eyes were fixed to my pubic region. One of his hands reached out and he already had my balls in his hand.
'Will he lick me now' I thought.

Instead, Damian just looked at my goods. Somehow he "weighed" my balls in his careful hand, tentatively feeling each testicle individually. He surprised me again when he stated pensive:
"That's what it looks like down there. This is what it looks like, after I got older? Yours are more heavy and bigger. But mine are further down in the skin pocket. It's so difficult to look at my parts completely, even with a mirror.
Besides, at home I would be scared that my parents would come in.
Imagine it: I'm lying on the bed, my thighs spread wide, a shaving mirror between my legs, fingering my things." (chuckled)
"My moma would die immediately of a heart attack, if she see me spread legged, fingering and investigating my parts.
And my father would be mad and 'rocket through the roof' due to this sinful scene."

Damian laughed heartily, obviously imagining this situation pictorially.
"He such religious and prude... sometimes I wonder how he manages to take a piss or how I was made."

Of course I tuned into his laughter. Since my balls were still in his hand, he felt their movements while I laughed.
"Oh they can dance..." he said askingly and laughed again.

Picking up that phrase, I asked him: "Do you know why?"
He stopped laughing: "No. I have no clue. - Who should ever have told me?"

Time for an anatomy lesson for that innocent and uninformed boy. A good moment to tell him more about this region of the body (ignored by his parents) and to explain to him why the testicles "dance". I guided him to feel very carefully at my spermatic cords behind the skin of the stretched scrotum. With thumb and two fingers he held one of my cords, at the same time he compared it with the other hand it to his own cords.
"Right. Now I feel them inside of me too. Ouch - it hurts!" After some examining himself, he must have probed too violently.

"Be careful! The strings also contains nerves. They give you the same feeling of testicles pain like when you squeeze the strings."

"I noticed." Damian said and raised my whole sack to look at the underside. "um... ehh..."

"Stop stuttering! What is it?"

"May I... May I ask you to show me the underside?" he asked shy and kindly.

"ah ... That's easy, isn't it? Just say it. Make room and let's change places".

He got up and made room.

I knelt on all fours on the bed, my legs spread apart, presenting him my loose hanging penis, scrotum and my backside. Like a bottom boy, which I normally wasn't. Luckily my cock had stayed soft at all his touching.
Unfortunately I couldn't watch Damian's face any more. Would have been interesting to see where he is looking at and how closely.
I only felt him touching the skin of my scrotum. He stroked a finger over it, held a marble aside, felt gently the other orb and the associated spermatic cord again. When he unexpectedly touched me at my perineum, close of my hole, I involuntarily tensed by the sensation and my eggs wandered up.

"Oh - s... s ... sorry" he said in surprise.
"I did something wrong? Did it hurt you? They try to run away from me!"

"No. No 'Sorry'. What happened? Explain it! You know now! Why did they moved upward?"

"Because you was surprised and have tensed. And the tensing muscles inside your lower belly pulled your testicles up by their strings."

"Correct and well observed!" I praised Damian.
When I turned around and lay on my back, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down on top of me.
Now his whole flyweight was lying on me, I embraced and kissed him. I caressed his back and sides and held him firmly on top of me, which excited him and made his kisses even more demanding. My stroking hands on his globe halves made him moan and to rub his member at mine.

His lips left me and he begged: "Please, touch me more, there!"

I asked, puzzled, "Where?"

"Mon cul, la. My buttocks, my ass" and he lay down on his belly, next to me on the sheet. Damian placed a pillow under his pelvis and his bottom was nicely accentuated.

Extensively I stroked only his lower back around the dimples and the pelvic bones. Later I touched his moon halves and pleased the peach skin with my fondling.. Gently I excited his complete lower side, kneaded the bumm from time to time. My cheeky fingers began to explore his crack and slowly went deeper and deeper, down into the area of his hole.
His continuous moans at my touches showed me his approval and pleasure. When I parted his buttocks with one hand and went deeper between them with the other hand, I accidentally stroked his boy pussy with my finger.

He lifted his pelvis high up and hissed only a long "Yessss...".

"Lie down on your back again, pull your legs up and give me more access to the lower half of your body" I challenged him.
Gladly obeying and expectant he turned around, held the knees next to the ears, the steel-hard thing resting on his belly. So far, he must have liked it very much, it seemed.
As I knew, he was very clean and his hygienic level was high. So I was not afraid of being unpleasantly surprised and started by kissing on the backside of his thighs and approached the dark crater in his golden brown skin with my lips.
My wandering tongue roomed closer to his very private area, finally the tip reached the pink spot and made him moan as it I licked his dark brown muscle ring over and over. It relaxed some, but not enough to let the tip of my tongue in.

I licked his hole long and extensively, moistened it further and finally dared to press a finger against his gatekeeper. The excited twitching got a little weaker after some time and I took the chance: I pressed my spit lubed fingertip into him at the appropriate moment up to the first joint and held it still. Sharply he inhaled deeply and let out a long "oh...oh...uuuuiiii" of pleasure, cramping his sphincter shut.
My finger still working on and inside his muscle, my mouth moved to his front side. To his precum dripping joystick. Damian's cock was so swollen that its dark purple head had broken free from its protective covering.
Licking his precum, I played at his frenulum and piss slit before I sucked him completely in. Suddenly his hands were on the back of my head, demanding a faster pace.
My fingertip in his anus massaged him well now - only my probe did not went deeper.

He vigorously rammed his sword into my mouth and unleashed his load. The shaft almost burst, the whole body pulsed, cramped. His head bent far back, his lips opened. Almost animal sounds escaped his stretched throat, while his milk erupted hard.

When he finished cumming, I tenderly took his legs, straightened them and motioned for him to lie back and relax. Outstretched, whimpering and completely out-of-this-world, he lay there with his eyes closed.
After a while he spread his knees again and felt at himself.

While I watched him closely, I did not comment or order him. Instead, I let him explore his own body and find the erogenous spots himself. Carefully he moved a finger from his scrotum over the perineum until it touched his anus, repeatedly caressing it. Suddenly he spasmed as if lightning had struck him. Hastily he took his hand away and fell down into the sheets powerless again.

I left him to himself and just watched him research and return.
After he was apparently mentally back on earth, I stroked his thighs and belly, avoiding touching his junk.
"Welcome back, connoisseur."

Purring like a cat, he snuggled into my arms again. He opened his eyes:
"What did you do with me? What did you awaken in me? These feelings - overwhelming, animalistic. I thought I was going to faint. I've seen all the stars in me... "

"So you liked THIS, too." I smiled.

"sooo much... It's a pity I eja... ejaculated so fast. The end came much too fast for me. This sensational feelings should have lasted much longer...", he whispered, his hand again deep between his legs, but not on his cock.

With a teacher's voice I cautioned him:
"I have introduced you to another very sensitive part of your body - your anus.
There are many nerve endings there as well, which makes it very sensitive to being touched. Normally we do not really notice that body part. We just use it in the natural way, to relieve our bowels. But if the right stimuli are applied, even your pucker can cause very nice and very exciting sensations."

"Yes - it was nice, very nice, I have to admit. I wished you had gone on" and had his hand still low between his spread legs.

"Are you fingering your hole again?"

Caught, he pulled his hand out of the back of his lap and smiled sheepishly.

"Go ahead if you like it," I encouraged him, glad that he was not ashamed, but had found another place on his body that gave him pleasure.

"I... I... yes..." and pulled his knees further up so he could reach better and I could watch his actions.
One of his hands held his balls aside, with the other he stroked the skin behind his sack and around his anus, occasionally stroking the entrance with his middle finger. Each passing accompanied by a slight moan and a shudder of pleasure.

Giving him his own time, I sat close and watched Damian.

After some minutes he opened his eyes again, which closed had involuntarily before, and looked at me:
"Is this correct? Do I.. i.. i right?"
(his finger tip had passed over his hole again, letting him stutter)

"I don't know." I nearly laughed.
"I don't feel it. I don't have the sensations caused by your hand. But if YOU like the emerging feelings, then you do it right"
and continued to watch his caressing hand on his boypussy. Often he pressed his fingertip harder on his anus and almost penetrated, even dry as he was.

Tenderly I covered his hand with mine and stopped his movements, his finger up to a knuckle deep inside his back door
"Shhhhh... not that fast! You can hurt yourself or get hurt"

"But it feels sooo good.... especially when my finger touches there. It wants to get in ... It's like my finger belongs in there"

I continued caressing the hand which was giving him 'sinful' pleasures at his 'wrong' end.
"I believe you. I know how beautiful it is" and got serious. "But a big BUT...:" I started.

The necessary topic of 'hygiene' came up and I explained everything to Damian and the procedure of how a man cleans himself. Damians eyes and in-between questions showed me his curiosity, interest and understanding.

"Now after you've told it to me ... I could've figured that out myself. Some I'm already doing when having my dump ... and the rest of the 'cleanup' down there is that simple and easy to do?"

I answered :
"Well, ... easy? Yes, somehow. It's maybe somehow unpleasant and it needs some time and its stinky. But after that, it's easier to play. And you don't have to be scared of making something or someone dirty. Nobody wants chocolate on his lollipop... (chuckling)
You have an advantage here at your island: In your french toilets are this small douches for the traditional way of cleaning after dumping - that's good. And: the drain is right under your body while cleaning."

"I think, I've to go and need to do something...." he grinned mischievously.

"You want to practice what I just told you?"
I asked, surprised, and was answered by him with a hefty nod.

With a quick glance at the clock I made sure we still had enough time before the others came back.
"Think again. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Don't keep asking me... I'll let you know if I don't want something," he reacted almost angrily.

"I'm going to help you, as it's your first time. Maybe it's better ..."

"Come on!" he laughed, "Women never go alone either."

As we climbed the stairs, I repeatedly pinched Damian's bare buttocks in front of my eyes. . Every time he squeaked and jumped a bit. Naked as we were we played catch through the house, on our way to the cubicle.
In the kitchen I caught him and pressed him suddenly flat to the wall, kissed him on the mouth and carefully kneaded his hanging one. Laughing, he freed himself and ran off again.

When we got to the bathroom area of the house, he breathlessly asked, "What now?"

"Inside, here" and held open the door to the French toilet.
I had planned to use the flexible hose and nozzle you normally use to clean after taking your dump. But near the washing machine I saw Mum's water sprayer that she used to wet the laundry before ironing.
I grabbed that and preferred Damian to use this in his rectum, inexperienced as he was.
(He could use the hose later, when he knew how to do it and how much water he needed inside him.)

The water sprayer was a medium sized rubber ball, bigger than my fist. Connected was a small pipe with a removable small spray head at the end. Disassembled it was like an anal shower, which you can buy in shops.
He looked at me and was already standing on the ceramic tiles left and right of the drain hole for the feet, wanted to crouch down and do his business.

"No, not that. Or do you feel compelled to?", I laughed to relax the situation.

"hmm... No. But how then... what...? what first?" questioned Damian helplessly.

Step by step we went through this procedure and I explained Damian all the necessary actions.
"Don't fight the entering water and relax your bowel muscles," I advised him again and handed him the ball. After filling it with water, he put the small tube in his backdoor and squeezed the ball.
"uiih. The cold inside me feels strange!"

After a moment, while he squatted with the nozzle inside him, I said to him:
"Enough. Remove the tube and let that ... ehhm ... Water out again."

I did hear it and smelled it: He did as he was told.
After he finished I told: "Wash yourself off and then do it again."

"uffff .... Aaaagain?"

"Yes. That was just the beginning! Do it until its doesn't smell anymore and only clear water comes out. Go on, fill the ball and put it back in. This time it will be a bit different."

He plugged the nozzle into his anus again and emptied the ball into his guts. "Enough?" and wanted to stop.

"One more full ball....," I requested.

"Does it feel like you have to take a dump?"

"No, but coooold", Damian laughed.

"Go on then - another ballful." The water continued to flood his intestines.

After a moment he groaned, "I... I think I'm full.... I guess... I must...."

Quietly and slowly I counted to five:
"Now stop it. Get the tube out, but hold the water inside you and stand up!"

"uuaa. Now I really have to shit. I feel like I ate a balloon. And its pressing hard....", he complained.

"No. Please stand straight and wait another moment."

"I don't know if I can wait" he pressed through his tightened lips and stood, his legs crossed to keep the water inside.

"Please, Petit la, just a moment." His pleading eyes hurt me, so I went behind him, held him close to me and stroked alarmingly his upper torso, without putting any pressure on his belly.

"But now," I released him and stepped away.
As soon as he heard that, he squatted down and let it all go. The jet of clear water no longer smelled.
"I think you're done"

His smile was beaming again and he wanted to dry himself off.

I slowed him down:
"Come. You should still wash with soap down there now. And sweaty as we are, we could both do with a shower" and we went into the next room, the shower cubical.

There was more room than just the two of us in the spacious cabin.
We lathered each other up, and he was particularly thorough with my body, lingering for a long time on every part of it. Not in a sexual sense, but more exploring and trying things out. I had to take my lathered cock away from him - otherwise I would have cum. But I had other plans for my pride.
I turned him away from me, with his face to the wall, but pulled his pelvis against my lower regions. When I was sure he was holding the position, I let him go, stepped back and rinsed the soap off his ass. My hand at his crack made him twitch, my pressing middle finger THERE created a counter-pressure of his hip bones, accompanied by a soft moan.
"No, Sweety. Not yet. You will do it yourself later. Now it's just the preparations"

Back in the room, lying on the bed, he took his hard cock aside and laid his hand between his thighs, stroking himself at his perineum and hole.

"Now is safe to do so..." I encouraged him.

-'So... Continuing in the text' - I thought,
reached under the bed and brought out a tube of gel:

"NEVER do anything while you are dry down there! You can injure yourself! The membranes inside you are not only very sensitive, but the walls of the intestines are easy to injure."

He wanted to reach for the liquid, but I took his hand aside, warmed a drop of it in my hands and slowly smeared some around his anus. As I passed the center, one of my fingers almost penetrated a little....

"oh yeah..." was his reaction and a disappointed "ooh...nooo" as I took my hand away again to apply more gel to this virgin boy pussy.

He pulled his legs even higher and his pink target in the golden brown skin shone straight up to me. I took his hand and pressed his finger into the gel. Without further encouragement, he stroked himself again and started to finger his rear entrance. His middle finger penetrated the hole and went steadily deeper and deeper, accompanied by pleasant moans.
Obviously he was a naturally gifted bottom.
As I watched him, my hands stroked his thighs to his groping hand as he caressed his very private places. Giving himself unknown, pleasant sensations and lust. His other hand took his member, which had thickened again - but it wasn't quite hard yet.
One finger now continued to work his asshole, making him breathe heavily and moan. Sliding back and forth, he passed half his finger behind his gate. Pressed on harder, and soon had his whole finger in, now moaning constantly.

Surprisingly for me (due to the first deep penetration there ever) without any signs of discomfort. Really the opposite.
Nevertheless, as I had other plans for him, I left him alone for a while to explore his body and the sensational feelings that developed in the various places he touched. Damian continued to stroke himself, in a pleasurable rather than arousing way.
To prepare him for what was to come, I slowly and carefully penetrated him with my own well-lubricated finger tip next to his smaller, thinner finger. I waited until he was adapted to it and his sphincter relaxed again.

Sliding along his finger, my finger penetrated deeper. Synchronously we moved our fingers in and out for some time. Damian breathed heavily, but was very relaxed otherwise and enjoyed. Then I bowed our fingers and pushed his fingertip up a little with my finger and let it stroke the inside of his gland. The friction on his prostate made him tremble and he sighed in short, higher tones.

"The bump you feel now, is your prostate. It's also very sensitive for touches and caressing."

"ye yeaah yesss... it it is VERY sensitive", he said moaningly.
He had learned something by himself again. His cock twitched, during this special "massage" there, as he extensively played on his new discovery. Also his panting got heavier, his chest moving up and down with the rhythm of our fingers at his spot. Seeing him arriving the edge of pleasure again, I stopped the movements.
Am I being mean?

I pulled our fingers out, took his hand and wiped the gel with a Kleenex, Damian wanted to protest.

"Wait a minute...", I stopped him.
I took his hand aside and got a new glob of gel. He took in my first finger as before, on the second of mine he breathed in audibly again, but continued to lie relaxed with lifted legs. My third intruder had some problems and I said to him:

"Push a bit and relax again - like you squeeze when you poop."

His sphincter tensed, relaxed and let me enter finally. Three fingers!
Three knuckles side by side, but only one knuckle deep - without a sound of pain by him. I paused and waited.
As he relaxed, I moved them in and out a bit and tried to get in deeper. His breathing rhythm got faster. My three squeezed fingers, not entering fully, made him visibly uncomfortable. Also massaging his ring for some time didn't helped to relax him more and to widen him up. With each penetration he pulled the air through his teeth now.
Clearly not a sign of pleasure.

But he probably wanted it very much, because he neither protested nor stopped me. Or he thought: `It has to be that way!' and didn't wanted to chicken out. My question at him whether he was ok was answered silently with a nod and pinched eyes. So it was NOT ok. At least not for me.
He should enjoy his first time.

I took Damian's hand and put it between his legs while I disconnected my fingers of his hole.
"Continue and do it yourself, I'm here and make sure you don't hurt yourself"

He wanted to enter his pussy immediately with three, but even his thinner fingers didn't fit. Two were no problem and went deep inside, but three....

Apparently the two were enough for him to have a good time, as he finger fucked himself and growled with pleasure. When I was sure he was doing well and he wouldn't force himself to went further,
I said quietly: "I'll be right back".

Regretfully, I noticed after a swift search:
In the box under the bed was only the small plug and not the thin, vibrating dildo I had brought Shanish from home. So I got up, thought about a replacement and went to the kitchen.
Randomly I saw the larder door and looked into.
After some hunting around I found a larger okra fruit which I guess should fit. (they call it 'ladyfinger' here - I still wonder why, hihi) Compared to Damian's penis it was some longer, but thick as Damian's own penis in the thickest part. And: After the tip, it got evenly thicker, looking like an stretched triangle. Good. Next item.
Fortunately, I found one in the basket of carrots that was again a little thicker than the okra. After the rounded tip, it was also almost geometrically evenly shaped. Nearly thick as my proudness. Another advantage: The carrot was not "market fresh" and crunchy anymore, but was a little soft and flexible. With my finds I got back to the room just in time.

Two fingers buried firmly in his ass and obviously moving inside him, Damian wanked like hell - I was afraid for his best piece.
Either he breaks it off or he tears off the foreskin by his rough action. His face contorted with joy and lust, his eyes pressed tightly shut. He was totally in ecstasy, concentrated only to his genitals and the feelings that flooded him.

I addressed him: "Sweety, slow down. Time for the next stop and step!"

Despite his heat and the flood of the hormones, he listened to me and slowed his masturbating movements. I held the fruits in front of his face, which he looked at without understanding. Grinning, I put a condom over the tip of the 'Ladyfinger' and unrolled the condom with obscene gestures and noises. Then I lubed the covered part and gave Damian the prepared fruit.

With a somewhat uncomprehending expression, he took it and pointed to his hole with the tip and a questioning look.

Not really waiting for my reaction, he pressed the tip to his hole, pushing the sheathed fruit slowly, but all at once, until the end of the condom inside him. His eyes directed at me were smiling, but with a determined expression.
When he realized how far it had invaded him, he proudly said,
"All in - and no pain. But I still want....".

Damian pulled the substitute back out of his hole and let it penetrate all the way in again. He repeated this several times and felt audible pleasure from it. While this was going on, I prepared the carrot similarly and handed it to him.
Damian pulled out the okra and wanted to pick up where he had left off.
But he pushed the carrot in quickly - too quickly.
Inserting the very beginning still worked, but the middle section, which was getting bigger, was giving him trouble.
He paused the movement of his hand, but continued to press lightly.

Bit by bit his anus gave way and the sphincter relaxed. Slowly but surely, the carrot stretched the entrance.
Only a short, sharp "Ah!" escaped him as a unevenness passed his entrance.
Burying the substitute completely inside himself, he opened his eyes and said triumphantly, gasping:
"I knew I could do it! You should be proud of me! I'm surprised: it feels good now. Very good, in fact."

When pulling it out he made "ooof" again, then pushed the carrot back in. Without pauses and in one, fluid move. Soon he was pumping in and out again.

I was kneeling in the mattress in front of him, enjoying the action not far away of me eyes. His legs spread wide apart, his currently misused hole, the tight sack and the pulsating limb...

Of course, this hot view did not remain without consequences for me. Jerking my own hard pole I nodded to him encouragingly:
"Go for it ... Get yourself the joy"

Still smiling at me, his moaning changed into short, sharp, high screams and he spread his legs even wider. His organ jerked up and down frantically. Suddenly he inhaled deep, stopped breathing and then he splashed his seeds onto his tummy. I cupped with my own hand his hand which pressed the wrapped carrot deep inside him, and held both motionless.
"Too bad it wasn't YOU inside me," he said after he had calmed down and could speak again. "I would have liked to feel you inside me."

I had suspected and expected that. He wanted my pole to break his virginity. Nevertheless, I had mixed feelings of pride, fear, happiness, jealousy. Even though Shanish had given his okay... it was a struggle inside me.
"Damian - you're not ready yet. It will take more than a carrot to do that."
was my feeble attempt at an escape.

"But I want it... I want it. I want YOURS. From YOU. I want YOU deep inside me!"

Almost shocked, I stopped rubbing and let go of my pleasure stick.

Fighting with myself I finally said: "Damian... "

"Please... pleeeaaase do me! Now!", he begged hard.

"No. Not now. If you still want, tomorrow or later this week. Don't be impatient. Your body has to get used to it first".

"Should I do some homework again" he asked, pointed to the carrot and laughed.

"Yes. Absolutely. But this homework won't be as easy or pleasant as the previous ones."

"Oh - it doesn't matter. I like doing your kind of homework very much."

As I knew that Shanish still had the small anal plug, I searched in the box under the bed and got it out. It was shiny black and had something like a artificial, glistening gem at the outer part. Again, some thing bigger than the carrot again, almost as wide as mine or Shanish's stake.

When Damian saw the plug, he got big and questioning, nearly fearful eyes:
"No. Absolutely not. You really don't intend to put THAT inside my boypussy?"

Serious and emphatically I said:
"YES. Definitely, yes. I'm gonna stick THIS up your virgin ass hole! To train your lower parts and to get your hole used to something bigger.
I'll gonna stick this up your ass so you learn to control your muscles.
I'll gonna stick this up your ass so you can get fucked later.
I'll gonna stick this up your ass so that you are ready for me and you can lose your innocence to me. That's what you want?"

The words took some time to sink into his weakened, cum-fogged brain.
"True. That's what I want. Totally. Loosing my innocence to you. I want to be impaled by your trunk. I want to be seeded by you. Fuck me!"

But then anxious again: "It looks so big!"

"You trust me, right? I'll be very careful, this time, too."
To give him no more time to think, I cleaned the plug with a 'wet towel' and lubed it well. Taking his hand with the carrot, I pulled the carrot out of him.
He made a disappointed "oooh ..." when the carrot had left him. Amazed I noted that his pucker remained more than a finger wide open.

"Have you ever played down there?" I asked him.

"Not until now. That was always 'iiieeehh'. Had I known that it can be so nice... I'd have started earlier "

I raised his legs again, like at a toddler to change diapers, and cleaned the excessive gel from his buttocks. Recognizing his position and the situation he babbled laughing:
"da... dadadaa. ...da" like a baby.

I reacted: "Be a good baby boy. Daddy will make you look good now."

"dadaaadadada"

When he felt the tip of the plug on his sphincter, he fell silent. The first part went in easily, but then I had to press to impale him. Slowly, but steadily I forced the cork into him. He had taken my free hand and held on tightly.
When he felt the tip of the plug on his sphincter, he fell silent. The first part went in easily, but then I had to press to impale him. Slowly, but steadily I forced the cork into him. He had taken my free hand and was gripping it tighter and tighter.
At the widest part of the plug arrived, I had to increase slightly the pressure and waited. With a "Aawh" from Damian the plug invaded completely and his anus closed around the shaft with the gem.

With a natural reaction, his sphincter closed and opened once and twice and the plug sat perfectly. I made sure the toy was in it's position, cleaned him again and said to Damian: "THAT stays that way now".

"This is ... it feels really strange and huge. I feel full like I have to press... But it's also exciting, lewd. Can it really stay that way all the time?"

"Yeah. Get up, try to stand up straight and take a few steps."
He obeyed. He walked across the room, wiggled from time to time like a goose with his backside.

"Come to me and show me your ass"
He stood in front of me, bent forward and pulled the ass cheeks apart.

"Fits well. Everything ok" and wiggled with a finger on the outer part, which made him to stand straight upright again.

"huuaaa ... that caused sensations and excitement in me. Yes but ... Should I leave it inside now? How long should that stay there? Don't one notice that?"

"Yes, it stays inside. As long as I say. No, if you have got used to it, nobody will notice."

Resignedly he said: "I want to learn and you are my teacher and master. That's why I will obey you and do as you say and how you say".

I became aware of the again used word "master" and made a mental note.

With a laugh I tapped on the sheet next to me:
"Come, lie down with me. I want to cuddle with you and I have to phone Shanish."

He made himself comfortable my arm, put his head on my shoulder, opened his legs and played around with his genitals. No, nothing sexual, exciting. He just felt comfortable, protected and enjoyed uninhibited atmosphere. Just playfully stroking his front and back body parts, not lingering anywhere, occasionally pressing on the gem.

The connection in this weak, unsteady mobile network finally established, I arranged a meeting for lunch with Shanish.
Damian heard it astonished and remarked:
"But I have no regular clothes! I am not going into town in my good suit for the temple! I don't have normal clothes with me"

"Instead you could keep your birthday suit on... Shanish will like the view, too"

It took a moment for the suggestion to sink in. He must have been picturing it - suddenly he chuckled and dared to lightly slap me on the tummy. In response, I clasped both his marbles and began squeezing them. Until, panting, he begged for mercy:
"Ma.. Master ... please don't break it!"

Laughing it came out of the mobile: "You both seem to have a lot of fun"

"ME(!) yes ... Damian at the moment in no way." I answered, also laughing.

"Your BF is sooo mean to me! Ouch!" cried to the phone Damian.

After the call I looked briefly in Shanish's clothes and borrowed for Damian briefs, shorts and a loose falling muscle shirt.

On the way out Damian saw a black leather dog collar hanging from the coat rack at the door. He took it and buckled it around his neck voluntarily in front of the mirror: "That fits on me now. I belong to you. I want to obey, master!"

I could only wonder and asked astonished: "You belong me?"

"Yes! I want to be your property. Yours... (hesitantly, quieter) ...and Shanish's. I would be very happy to serve you - both of you."

To wait for Shanish, we sat down on the terrace. Every time Damian moved, the armholes opened and I could catch a glimpse of his bare skin and nipples inside his shirt. That's good, he should show his body to the others too. Shanish arrived, noticed smiling the barely concealing shirt that left nothing to the imagination, saw the collar around Damian's neck and asked me about it.

All I meant was: "It was his idea. Damian has voluntarily degraded himself. He wants to show he's mine only and he obey me."

Shanish's eyes flashed: "Only yours?"

Damian interrupted our conversation: "Yes - ...No. Sorry, Sir. Of course yours too, Master. I'll also obey your orders. But the teachers role is only for him," and lowered his gaze.

Quietly I said to Shan: "He's on the best way becoming a sub, you should feel for it."

Shanish grabbed the eyelet for the leash on the collar.

"No, you silly one. Not there."

His hand drove into Damian's crotch and grasped the parts.

"No. Not there either."

At a loss, Shanish asked me: "Where else ?"

"Try it in the back."

With both hands at the shorts he grabbed Damian's ass cheeks firmly.
"And? - Nothing special - Except a nice, tense, boy's butt"

I asked him to "Feel more closely, and between the buttocks".

He reached into Damian's pants, touched the naked halves of the moon and drove his fingers into the crack. When he noticed the plug, he pressed on the gem, causing the plug to move inside again.

Damian moaned "Woah - Thank you, sir"

"Oooh there!" was Shanish's surprised reaction and caused some sounds of Damian by wiggling at the plug end. He turned to me:
"That's eksepsyonel { -> "extraordinary, rare" }. Boy wearing a plug. Does that mean... Does he want to...?"

"Yes, he wants to be fucked." I said bluntly.
"Damian wants ME to be the very first one to impale him. He wants to give me his virginity as a gift and sacrifice himself to me."

The previously somewhat strict Shanish became very tender with Damian, pulling him tightly into a cuddle and encircling one buttock with one hand:
"YES, this is a very good choice of you, Petit. He will be very careful and I'm sure it will be a great experience for you! I know it and have undergone IT with him too."

Damian smiled broadly and said happily,
"So you permit it and he is allowed to make me a man?"
In a more serious voice Damian explained,
"He can do what he wants and how he wants. He shall be THE ONE and HE shall do it!"

"You? - a man? Never. You will always be a toy!" laughed Shanish.

Then: "Let's eat first. I'm hungry and thirsty after waiting so long for Pavan."

While we were eating out at the KFC in the next village, Shanish stuck a chicken leg in his mouth and made lewd movements with it, as if he were sucking on a cock. Damian burst out laughing and was reminded of the plug in his backside by the muscle contractions.

"oops," it escaped him, wiggling back and forth on his seat to get the black thing back in position properly.

"You'd better sit still or you're going to be embarrassed," Shanish remarked.

"Or do you want to share your orgasm with the people here?"
At the same time, he reached through the wide-open sleeve of the muscle shirt, grabbed a nipple with two fat smeared fingers, and rubbed (somewhat vigorously) at the button.

Damian stopped eating, sat up straight but bent his back forward and mumbled
"Oh yes... play with me. If it is YOUR wish, also here in public. Everyone shall know that YOU are allowed to do so.
I'm supposed to please your demand and need"

Before Damian got too aroused, Shanish let go, wiped his hands clean on a napkin, pushed the edge of the shirt's fabric aside, took the hard pimple between his lips, and licked the wart clean.
"Well, that should have increased your horniness, but will have to do for now. "

Still trembling with excitement, but with a disappointed look on his face because of the quick ending, Damian continued to eat.

Steering with only one hand, Shanish brought his preferred toy out of my pants on the way home and fumbled around with my cock.
So I also got his prick out and rubbed him some. Of course it had an effect on me and mine went full mast.

"You better stop it - I may need him later with all his power and strength for Damian, since you said it is ok with you." I remarked.

Hearing his name, Damian shifted forward in the back seat, poked his head over the backs of the front seats, and looked at us.
"What are you doing?"
Recognizing our mutually groping hard cocks, he screeched,
"OMG - and THAT with all the pedestrians and trucks around us! The drivers might look down and see your meat skewers!"

He should really know by now how lewd Shanish and I are....

Arriving at Shanish's house, Shanish and I both got off the car with a full-hard in our pants and went to the house with a nice tent in front of us. Apologizing he still had work, Shanish winked at me and left off to the room which served as a office.

Damian and I were hardly in our room, when Damian voluntarily undressed in the blink of an eye. Standing in front of me, he put a finger in the eyelet of the dog collar and pretended to be the innocent, little boy.

I undressed extra slowly and folded my clothes awkwardly. He lay down impatiently on the bed with his legs spread invitingly, presenting his private parts and the false "jewel".

An invitation that I gladly accepted. I lay down next to him and stroked his arm.
His eyes closed when my hand touched the bare skin of his arm. Slowly I stroked him, conquered his chest. I bent my head towards him and kissed him on the lips. His arm drew me closer, his kiss became demanding.
My tongue in his mouth, my hand at his chest, a knee between his legs, pressing at the plug in his lower end. He moaned softly into my mouth without breaking the kiss.

I lifted my head, looked him deep in the eyes: "Do you like it?"

Interrupting the kiss he said softly, "You are so careful and tender".
Then he pleaded,
"Do it now, please. Do it at last! Come inside me, get your gift and impregnate me!"

I detached my body from his and knelt between his spread legs.
Looking at his eyes I pulled playfully on the plug. Damian's muscles were tense and held the intruder in place.
Finally Damian nodded, relaxed on his own and pushed a little with his bowels.

I pulled a little harder on the plug and it started to come out, but was stopped again by Damian's sphincter at the largest diameter.
A deep breath from him, as the thickening widened his anus. Then a relaxed exhale as the intruder finally left him.
His hole opened and closed, but then remained slightly open again.

Two of my lubricated fingers penetrated him quickly and easily without any problems.
Cautiously, I tried again with three fingers after some time. He winced a little as they penetrated him. However, the three had continued to penetrate him and he began to whimper slightly - now with pleasure.
He began to squirm under my tenderness as I worked inside him, making sure to touch that special spot inside him often.

I held my fingers motionless deep inside him and said:
"You are offering me something unique - something you cannot give to anyone after me. This is the last opportunity to say no. Please be sure of your answer!"

"I know there is no going back. I am sure of it. I want YOU to be the one to make me a man. - Yes, I'm a little scared of what's going to happen, of the possible pain, yes. But I want it to happen NOW and I want it to be YOU..."
pulled his knees up and presented his pink flower to me, holding his balls to the side with his hands.
He felt mentally and physically ready.

When I took my fingers out of him to lube up my dagger, his hole remained open again. Not only a bit, as before - this time clearly further.

Lubricating my stiffener to full hardness in front of his hole, I looked at his face again. His gaze said it all and I got the answer of my unspoken question. I touched the target with the tip of my rod.
By expectation or fear Damian tensed up, clasped my thighs. I approached further and pressed my dark pink tip to his pink pussy and held still. After a moment his hands at my thighs relaxed, but pulled me closer at him.
With some pressure by me, my glans penetrated him almost by itself, passing through his muscles at the entrance.
I had to control myself in order not to take him in one go, as Shanish sometimes wanted me to do.

For Damian, I took my time to sink in and watched him closely. He kept his eyes closed and was obviously just feeling. After a moment of waiting, I pushed further and was able to slowly intrude into him completely. Reaching the bottom, I paused.

He opened his eyes wide when I paused, hugged my upper body and pulled me to him.
"Are you fully inside me now? All of your cock in my pussy?"

"Yes, close your eyes and feel it."

"I do feel ... good. It feels so nice. Me so happy!"

"Really?"

He still looked at me, closed his eyes and confessed:
"Yes. It feels unusual, strange, full - but very good. It's really an experience, a good one. When you started, I was a bit afraid that you would break me and I was a little scared of the pain. But you were so careful with me - no pain, only sensations.
I will always remember it in a good way."

"Well, now you are broken. Your virginity is gone forever. Close your eyes again and enjoy the fun that starts soon. There is nothing left to fear. Soon it will only be nice"
and pulled my piston out a little again without pulling it out completely.

Inexperienced as he was, he complained, "Oh no.... don't... don't leave me,"
he protested and pressed me firmly against his body again, which led to another deep penetration.
The result was a hissed "Yessss" from Damian.

-'Very good', I thought and urged all the way into him again. His twitching subsided again and I could slowly start to fuck him properly.

He understood quickly and responded to my movements:
"se bon, se booon .... magnifique (that's good)"
in the rhythm of my jolts. I felt his pleasure on my piston by his working muscles.
"Ooohh mon dieuuuu..." he screamed suddenly. "Pleeeease don't stooooooppp now!"

His inner muscles closed a little more and his breath became more violent. He moaned up loudly and it got wet between our bellies by his erupting sperm. Puzzled because of his body reaction he looked at me, but said nothing. Of course his pulsating muscles had an effect on me and I got close, too.

I moved faster and more violently in him. I pushed myself hard and deep into him and coated his Intestines with my white liquid.

His embrace was intense again and he was searching my mouth with his lips. Our tongues fought with each other, my cock deep inside him twitching and spraying. Until suddenly he had another orgasm and it got wet again between us.
And in his face.
His eyes where wet, tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you" he sobbed again and again, overwhelmed by his feelings.

He loosened the embrace - just to close it tight again, right away to support his shaking body, crying of sheer happiness.

Making sure to stay in him, I pushed myself up looking at him, and saw a contented smile in his otherwise crying face.
When I felt myself beginning to shrink, I slowly left his now no longer virgin hole. The more I pulled out of him, the more his eyes opened. Finally they were wide open, as if they couldn't believe what was happening.

"aaawww..." formed his mouth and stayed open when my cock was all the way out. He still had his legs wide open and I saw a white trail emanating from the source of his previous pleasure. It left a white line from his hole along the cleft of his ass.
"What do I feel down there... something is kind of tickling my bumm"

Damian asked and grabbed behind his legs and wiped some of my drooling seed from his anus, and held his fingers in front of his face. "Oh that!" he laughed and wiped his finger off the Kleenex.
But the tone was almost questioning, astonished. What else had he expected to see?
Again he took some of the white juice and licked it off his finger "mhmmm".

-'Whaaat?'- I was confused.
Yesterday touching there was "iiieeeh" and now our mixed body juices are "mhmm"?
He astonished me more and more.

I cleaned his bum, my eyes were tied to his still, at times twitching, open hole. A paper handkerchief, partially rolled up and pressed into his boypussy, took care of the remains of the mess. He lowered his legs, stretched them out relaxed on the bed and snuggled close to me.

"Now... Finally... I am a man", he stated objectively.

A second later he started to cry again and his hormone-flooded body shook with sobs.
"That was very, very beautiful. Even mooore beautiful than anything you've ever done to me before. It was longer, more intense. In my WHOLE body. All my fibres were tensed like a string and vibrated in our common rhythm. You have given me so many unknown feelings. And when you in me ea... acu..."

"...ejaculated..." I helped smiling.

"...I felt EVERYTHING. Your hot pole, the stretching of your skewer, your shivers.
It was also beautiful for YOU?" suddenly sounding worried.

Reassuring him, I said: "It was also nice for me, yes, in deed. Fact is also:
You learn quickly, you adapted well and participated very well - as you could recognize by my powerful cumming."

We lay non-speaking, comfortably, closely for a while. I was gently caressing him to soothing him. He enjoyed the body contact and my closeness, dreaming and wordlessly.

After a while, he remarked out of the blue, "You broke Shanish's too...!?"

"Oh - was I? I dimly suspected, but I wasn't sure, as good as he was." I replied.

"Didn't you notice? But he had told me - and a some more. Yeah, you was very gentle and Shanish must have enjoyed his first, like I did today. That's why I knew a little bit what was going to happen. But to get it explained by you, and so tenderly practiced by you - com l'paradis {-> like heaven } Thank you"
and kissed and licked one of my nipples.

The thought that I had also made Shanish a man was still ringing in me. And it kind of scared me, as rough as it had happened, compared to Damian's deflowering today. Further stroking his belly and snuggling him, I asked:
"Did Shanish tell you what it was like for him?"

He pressed some on my hand to feel my touchings better.
"Press a little... it tickles a bit. - Shanish only told me that you've been very tender and careful. And that he was very happy after. Just like with me?"
Caressing now my chest again, he continued:
"He didn't want to tell me exactly what and how you did it to him. I could ask as often as I wanted... He gave me non details"

I only thought:
-'Better you don't know.'-
Ok, his first time was still Vanilla maybe - but after..hehe'- Shanish discovered his kinky side later and wanted it a little rough sometimes. Especially when he was tied up and helpless.

But I didn't tell Damian that, just:
"Then I'm relieved. You don't have to know it EVERYTHING.
By the way: Also what happens between us - would be good, if that would also stay just between us. Even if it was so beautiful and you are so proud - that's only between the two of us and should not be shared or hinted at!"
kissed him and said devilishly: "Otherwise there won't be a next time!"

I sat up and warned him in a very serious tone,
"Petit, remember the strict laws here! You are young, we do gay things - I could be put under arrest and not meet you for a long time if someone finds out!"

He slapped me lightly on the upper arm. "Stop it... You know you've whetted my appetite. Appetite for more and I want more. More of YOU. Now that I know how beautiful the 'forbidden' and 'sinful' things can be".

Glad to see the situation relaxed, I played the angry man and said sharply:
"You hit your teacher? Oh wait..."
I rolled him onto his stomach and alternately slapped his ass cheeks with flat hands, each time causing a loud clap (but no real pain). More surprised than in pain, he howled and tried to fight back.

To immobilize him, I sat on his thighs and slapped his bum repeatedly. When he noticed that I wouldn't stop he gave in and endured the punishment defencelessly. After a few blows he even began to purr. But just as suddenly as I had started, I ended again. With a last, hard slap.

He lifted his previously buried face out of the pillows and looked at me:
"Thank you, teacher! A naughty pupil like me deserves his punishment and needs it - But now I have to go to this special evening prayers. Will you help me to get dressed?"

Naked as he was, he got up from the bed and walked through the whole house to the office. Always endangered to be seen by Mama or Madam_La, or possible visitors of the family.
He knocked on the office door, waited and entered after a signal from Shanish.
After passing the door, he stopped and said:
"Shanish, I have to celebrate the evening prayers..."

My lover looked him up and down, made a gesture to Damian to turn once, and chuckled afterwards:
"You don't look any different - except for your red ass cheeks. Have you been disobedient to your teacher again and he had to discipline you?"

Not understanding, Damian looked at him,
"Yes, I was naughty and teacher had to spank me. - Why should I look any different?"

"...or are you still not a man?" Shanish asked back a bit sharp.

I had overheard the rest of the conversation on the way to the office.

When I also entered, Damian came up to me, hugged my waist, stood upright and proud beside me and said:
"Yes, your dear lover, my master and teacher, has finally made me a man!"

"Good, even very good," and smiled thoughtfully.
Was he remembering his first time with me, or was he hoping for something in the future? He moved his butt in the chair.
"So, how are you doing now?"

Damian beamed, "Great. I feel great, happy and grown up. Or did you mean THERE? Also great. A little empty and as if something is missing. It doesn't hurt or feel uncomfortable though."

Then Shanish asked quietly, "Would you like me to help you get dressed?"

"No thank you. He should mainly have the honor of helping me this time. Please assist him. ",
Damian replied and pulled me closer.

Back in the kitchen and with question marks in my eyes, I asked him:
"Why should I help you? A man can get dressed by himself. And why is it my honor to help you?"

"The clothes are no problem. I can dress myself, of course. But when it comes to that jewellery, I need some help to attach it properly."

"oook ... Then spread your legs" and I giggled.

Damian: "That's not what I meant this time. But since YOU mention it, I think I'll add that kind of decoration too."

"I think we will do without it for now. Your body is already excited enough today and very sensitive at the moment. Your dreams tonight will be hard enough to bear for you. So tied balls will not be any help.", I made him think.

He went to his folded clothes on the closet, took the box of 'decorations' and handed me the red wool thread first. He sat on the edge of the chair and requested me:
"Please tie it around me. But not on or around my belly. Please wrap my balls like yesterday, and now my gogod (penis) too."

"Really? Hmm, oook." I knelt in front of him and started wrapping the string tightly around the base until his genitals were slightly away from his body.

He held my hand tightly, saying:
"Oooh. That's pretty arousing. Hurry up before it gets all hard."

The first knot.

I grabbed his balls and stretched the scrotum, wrapped the string around him further there, and separated his testicles from his cock. Nice and tight, the testicles were now covered by the skin and protruded clearly.
As a finishing touch, I pulled back the foreskin, made a loop behind the edge of his glans, and attached his member tightly to the pack of his balls. After closing the last knot and looking at my work, I couldn't help myself and stroked the package with my tongue.

He shivered and pressed out between his lips:
"Please don't. I don't have time for that anymore. Sorry."

He carefully got up from the chair, stretched, walked, squatted, moved. Sometimes with a little "ouch"
"That's good. It fits perfectly. Although now I have to squat like a girl to pee. Oh, I love that you took away his - my freedom."

Tenderly, he encircled the package with his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. After putting on the loose pants, he looked down at himself: He had a distinct bulge in front of him in the folds.
(oh - I forgot to mention that he ONLY put on the pants - no underwear.)
He walked up and down again, looking down on his front.
"I really like that. Not uncomfortable, but restrictive. I show something without showing anything",
laughed, pulled the cord of the pants tight as a belt and knotted it.

He gave me the first clip: "It will be easier to put them when you make my nipple hard first" he asked.

Stroking, rubbing and pinching quickly made the knob hard. As Shanish had done before, I squeezed the skin of his chest so that the nipple stuck out with a fold, and slowly closed the two halves of the pliers.
When they held the knob tightly, I closed the ratchet mechanism one more click tighter and let go of the bar with the pendants.

He lost a tortured "yaaa...ouch... yesss"
and handed me the second clip, heavily panting, tears in his eyes.

My treatment of his next nipple in the same way, caused him to moan this time. Tightening the clamp made him whimper loudly and he began to sob.

Meanwhile, Shanish had come into the kitchen and had been watching us.
When the last clamp was set and the bar with the pedants was released, he came closer.
Neutral, without emotion, he almost spat out,
"Stop whining like a girl".

He looked closely at the nipple with the clamps, ran a fingernail over the part of the button that stuck out of the pliers, pressed the edge of the nail into the nipple.

Damian shivered, winced, and begged, "Don't. Please don't... this... now... oaha"

Shanish in a cutting tone, "Stand up straight!" his second hand on the other bar with charms. He suddenly pulled hard, almost tore at it.

Damian cried out in pain, "oh lord, please...! Noooaah!"

Shanish stopped torturing him and concluded, "All tight enough."

Devilishly he added, "...and THE FUN I'll just put off until later".

Devoutly, he took the kurta and held it above Damian's head so he could slip into it. As Damian raised his arms for Shanish to slip the robe over, Damian's face contorted in pain as the skin on his chest tightened but the nipples were clamped down. Shanish slid the shirt down and finally corrected the fit of the neckline and the folds of the shirt.

Hurriedly, Damian thanked us, kissed us, bowed deeply to each of us, and ran as fast as he could with the jewellery to the bus.

I guess Damian was kind of happy to leave us for the day.

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