This story of older/younger/authoritrian is fantasy and hoped love.
I do so wish this were to be and maybe someday. I would like comments and welcome more thoughts on this line and for future chapters. Innocent II pope of rome 1180. aka InnocentII@aol.com
Joey
They all say it. "Love comes when you least expect it." And I was not expecting to find a love when I entered the room. My eyes were drawn directly to him. He was smiling, and flashing those eyes around him. Charming every woman in the room. But I could tell there were a lot of men charmed by that infectious smile and grace. "Jack, who is that guy?" Jack was one of my long time friends, and his party was the reason for me being here.
"I don't really know, but I think he is in you business. You should introduce yourself," he said. Jack always was a big help to me.
"Thanks you shit, I just think I might." As I got a drink, and wandered around the room I watched this Adonis. His eyes darted to each person he was talking with. I could tell they enjoyed his attention. Yet I didn't feel he was being fake.
As one you lady came away she was giggling and hanging on the arm of her friend. "God he is beautiful and so nice." Her male friend seemed a bit disturbed at these comments, but he also had a magnificent gleam on his face.
Around this guy were people of all ages. The matrons definitely liked his laughter, and graceful hands as they stroked the arm, and face of the person he was talking with. God, the guy was good. The thrill in my loins was a rush as I watched him. Graceful, and gentle, his voice was clear and soothing.
As I stood on the edges of those around him, I sensed he knew I was there. His eyes were seeing all that was around him, and he often darted a glance in my direction. I wetted my lips letting my tongue exposed a moment longer than usual. But the sign was seen and he participated.
"I'm looking for some work right now." I just finished a shot for a national heath club," he was saying. I know I wanted to meet this person and possess him. I had just written a musical and was looking for men now to play roles in this all male show. It would be a story of the gladiator slaves of the Roman Empire. I sensed and soon realized this guy would be a main person in the production,.
"It was exhausting and really exciting work," he said. "Especially all the attention I got," he blushed. "And would believe it? I had to tape my penis down so I wouldn't embarrass anyone. God it was fun."
I knew that this guy would be great in the cast. "You have to look for work then, that will best exhibit you talents, I said as I made my way closer. The aura of this young man radiated to all around him.
"Why thank you. Got something in mind," he asked? Oh good mercy did I. But I will admit it wasn't the musical at that moment. This guy looked like an Adonis, as I said, and had the grace and quickness of a Mercury.
The others parted, and he was mine. The attraction this person had was quite im-possible to explain. He is about 5'9", 160#, maybe, lovely flashing eyes, a killer smile and the grace of a dancer or someone who moved the body well. He was dressed in a white turtle neck, and a blue blazer that set off that angelic face, and that magnificent torso.
"Let's walk out to the terrace for some air," I said.
"Ok, lead the way." Shit what an opening for me, as I took his forearm, and went out the door. The stairs and the city lights were brilliant, but not as brilliant as Joey's eyes and smile as he allowed me to handle him. His body was close to me and his hand tranced my thigh as we walked.
That touch sent a shock of tingles though me. As we stood there admiring the night scene, I spoke, "Joey, I need someone." I had never spoken those words with such meaning and emotion before. As we talked, I moved a step closer, he was just behind me.
"What do you want from me," he asked. But as he did that, he put his hands on my shoulders. The night's chilled air, made me take a step back. His engine of love was there and throbbing against me now. His prsence was intoxicating. I needed to get control or this guy would make off with the family jewels.
As I abruptly stepped away, "Well for one thing stop that damned flirting with every broad and guy you meet." "If you are going to work for me, I am your only concern. Got that," I snapped. Joey looked ashen. I was sure he had never been spoken to like that. "And another thing, young man, if you want to be some snotty-nosed kid, it will end right here and now." "Now drop those pants and bend over this railing." "You are going to smart for you own mess boy. Do it now and be quick."
He hesitated, and that was enough. I took his arm and twisted it behind him, and stood him at the terrace wall railing. He sputtered and exclaimed, "You can't do this to me. People will hear us and come out here," he said.
I just laughed at him. "Boy didn't you realize how quickly they left us alone when I came over? Now just how dumb are you? You want to argue and fight me? Go ahead. For you see boy, they know I am a Master, and I have selected you as my new boy." He slumped his posture in realization and acceptance of his fate.
"Now take off that jacket, put it here on the table and drop those pants. Let's see just what is under that finery, you are flaunting so much. And do it with style and pride you hear me," I said.
Joey straightened right up. He had pride and wanted to show me. He slowly and with grace took off his jacket. He folded it carefully, making sure the creases would keep their form. As he stepped to the table, he turned his beautiful sculptured frame for me. His hips were so fine. This guy was a hunk for sure, but he still needed to have the stone gem shinned. "Now the pants", I snapped. "You just remember now who is boss".
Joey turned toward me and unsnapped this trousers. He slowly unzipped the fly and opened it, allowing me to see the gorgeous sight he owned. As the pants were lowered, the red satin CK briefs were a sharpe contrast the the golden tan shown on his hips and legs.
"No," don't take them off yet. Come over here," I said as I sat in the chair of the terrace table. You see, is as another part of my style. It's very humiliating to try and walk with you pants around the ankles. As Joey struggled, he lost a bit of that pride. "Keep that posture up," I snapped.
And he did. He was responding nicely. He walked close to me his hands at his sides. God he was fine. His eyes told me he was under my control. Now lets peel back another layer of that golden onion. I know there was a core here of fire. As he stood before me, I noticed a telltale wet spot on the briefs. My hand reached out to touch it and he dared pull back. "Stand still when I want to examine you!" Joey stood erect and stepped toward me again. My touch sent shudders through him. His legs quaked and that piston moved in excitement.
My hands went to his legs. He was after all I knew a baseball player. I stroked those legs and admired his firmness,. I moved his legs apart abruptly saying, "squat down a bit. I want to feel those muscles you are so proud of." He did this struggling to keep erect. His magnificent thighs were open to me now. I stoked each one looking for any imperfections. There were none. But I still needed to install my control. "Stand still," I said as I pinched one inside. Joey quickly reacted as I knew he would. "You will pay for the indiscipline," I told him as I turned him around. "I expect total and complete obedience if we are to be together."
"Yes, sir," he spoke. "I am sorry, sir. It is just cold, sir," he said. Oh he was cold, I smiled. Well I will add to that chill and then warm him for sure. I bent and told him to step out of this pants. One leg at a time. He did so and he had no hesitation now. Just to be sure, I smacked him soundly on the left cheek. "Oh! Thank you Sir," he said. Then I knew this boy had some training before. I lifted the other leg and he was free of those confining trousers. I dropped them over the table and stepped closer to my prize.
"Put you arms behind you," I barked. Joey did, and stood respectfully before me. I walked around him and noticed his lovely eyes and flashing smile again. I also noted a fine telltale pouch in his front that held a glorious prize I was sure. "Now let's just see what you are made of, young man."
As I rolled down his bikinis, Joey's flanks quikened in excitement. I pushed those lovely shorts down, releasing his throbbing engine of love. That purple head was covered with precum. "Clean that head off," I said. "Use your forefinger." He did as I bid. "Now lick the finger, and lean over with you hands on the wall here." Have you seen a boy suck his own cum off his own fingers? His cock blushed as he did this, the face so crimson.
One of the things you do have to watch is the positioning of the subject to be disciplined. Now as Joey had training, I expected him to present himself well, but you always must remember to adjust the subject yourself, to remind him and insure that he realize you are in charge of the situation. He was fine. That bent back, with his hands on the wall, just the butt out and back to me. But I needed to make adjustments.
"Bend over more, put you head on you hands." As he did, I moved behind him taking my hands to both hips. I moved his butt out more, and I put my leg in between his. I kicked his feet apart. "Put those feet farther apart. I want to see you open to me," I said. As I stepped back to admire him and my work, both were impressive. His ass was presented and looked so fine. His scrotum hung there in all its glory, and that pink love hole was so fine.
I put my left hand on Joey's back. More as a point of letting him realize I was that close to him, more that any fear he would react. With my right, I traced his cheeks from their firm top to the hips and thighs below. I also parted those cheeks and ran my index finger over that ass crack. "I'm just wanting to check you for hemorrhoids, and how clean you keep yourself," I said. Joey's hips sagged just a bit as I penetrated his hole to see just how tight he was. "Brace yourself now. Don't let those hands move." He immediately corrected himself and righted those fine hips.
"Now Joey, I am sure you remember the routine from previous training, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. I do remember, sir", he barked. Fine, this man was more malleable now and I hadn't even started. I warned him again to keep those legs apart, head on his hand, and keep open to me.
Whack! My hand smacked Joey's ass. "Thank you, sir. May I have another?" he chimed.
Whack! "Thank you, sir. May I have another." As I continued my full strokes, and hand blow to tenderize those lovely cheeks, Joey kept his head down and his position perfectly. I continued my strokes till his cheeks were blazing now, and radiating a color of the setting sun. Whack! Again, and he quaked on the last smack resounding in the cool night air.
I stepped closer and felt those reddened hips. They were so lovely. His stance still perfect with those legs parts letting those golden orbs hanging down as I gently swung them in the air. Joey's engine of manhood was erect and the diamond traced drops of boy cum were glistening in this night of light. God, this boy had every reason to flaunt himself. He truly was a Greek god worthy of the "David" itself.
But he need a bit more of chastisement, to make this diamond truly shine amongst the other diamonds of my stable.
As he lay there bent and open to me, I pulled a butt plug from my jacket. I had just bought this on the way to this party. I certainly had no idea I would be able to use it this soon. "Here, Joey, you better get this nice and wet. Open that mouth now," I said. He simpered, but did open to me. I put that plug in and told him so suck hard on it.
As he did, I returned to the attention of his ass. His cock was leaking profusely now, and I wiped that cum off him and applied it to his rosebud of a hole. So delicious and pink. It glistened in the pale lights of the terrace. I penetrated his hole with two fingers to lube his chute and open his virginal ass to me. He gurnted appropriatively and pushed back against my fingers. He was ready now. I took the plug from him and forcefully pushed it into his ass.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Joey moaned. He jolted upright, and I held my hand against the plug to plant it well within him.
"Now, my fine young peacock, you will wear this the rest of the evening and you will maintain it in you ass to remind you to whom you belong." "Any loss of that plug will bring immediate -- and I do mean immediate -- humiliation for you from me. Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Now get dressed," I demanded.
As he bent over to get those red satin bikinis, "except those", I said. "I want them." I would have these tokens in my vest pocket the rest of the night for all to see. I was proud of another conquest, and I wanted all to know I owned Joey. And mostly I wanted Joey to realize more deeply, he was owned by me.
I loved this boy.
In love and innocence.