Step by Step

Step by Step Olivier and Carl-Eric Part 2 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

The following story contains description of sexual contact between men. This is a partly true story. Feedback is appreciated.

Lyrics: Step by Step (Whitney Houston) Words and music by Annie Lennox.

Steo by Step Olivier and Carl-Eric The other ways.

'And there's a road I have to follow, a place I have to go Well no-one told me just how to get there But when I get there I'll know Cause I'm taking it'

"Oh yeah, I like that. I like to have a little boy like you feel me up. I really dig it. I will teach you with every inch of my body. And I will do the same for you. You will see, kid, it will be so good."

Gently Carl-Eric released himself from the boy's mouth, he smiled at him. Olivier has no idea his disappointed he looked at that moment but the little boy look of sadness that appeared on his face was a real turn-on for Carl-Eric.

As he walked away to take a sip of water, Olivier was fascinated by the Viking's flexing buttocks. His cock quivered, still sticking out of his underpants. Carl-Eric turned his head and grinned at the sight.

He walked back to Olivier, his cock swaying before him like a flagpole and stood over him, staring down at the blushing boy. Much as he wanted to feel those lips wrapped around his cock, he knew it was going to take a long workout to get the kid warmed up for that. He didn't want to do anything that would scare the kid at this point.

Right now he would probably choke on Carl-Eric's boner. The same for his beautiful butthole. Needed a loving warming up. For this one Carl-Eric wanted nothing to ever hurt or frighten or dismay him or injure him.

He knew it wasn't all is his hands. Nothing ever is, but to the extent that he had control, Carl-Eric would never do anything but good.

Carl-Eric was familiar with the other ways.

Doing his pre-master Carl-Eric in Sweden went with some buddies to an outdoor sports camp in Fulufjället N.P. Their core activities were outdoor adventure sports. Rock climbing, mountaineering, paddle sports and mountain biking. For two weeks, he would practice and bond with his buddies as well as to get to know the structure that the campus ran on. In all there were twenty students occupying the camp in the mountains. The stayed in a dormitory.

For the purpose of team spirit, of course, but if the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts.

One Saturday night. All the boys were pretty tanked up on Vodka and Brutal Brewing. Most right out of High school, so it didn't take much to put them out of control. Swedish boys, little accustomed to alcohol, get drunk easily. All were healthy young dudes, no girls around. Sometimes a cock needs more than a hand-job to keep it happy. This particular evening sex was in the air, like an unseen presence, hot and heavy.

Many of the boys were sprayed out on their beds in their shared rooms. Doors wide open. Some tried to chat on whatsapp, other smoked staring into space. The smell of man-scent after a long hard practice. Everywhere their soaked gear. The smell of a fit young man fresh off the training ground. Many, consciously or not, were showing erections, aroused beneath their underwear. Nobody wore more than that. The night was very hot. A group of dudes sat around the table in the shared livingroom. Playing cards in just their underwear. They laughed and joked and spoke about some of the girls they had seen that day.

One guy won everything. His name was Tom, he was special.

Tom was a tall kid. Seventeen. He looked older. He was a weird kid. He liked power and to embarrass people. Tom liked to shock and the fact that he made people uneasy. Getting obsessive about that, he had fantasies in his head that could never be realized. He dreamed about the Viking serving him. He was a freak and he new it. His fantasy was collapsing in on itself, leaving nothing but shattered dreams. That fantasy became his obsession.

Tom just wanted the Viking out! In all ways the guy was a threat! Tom was full to overflowing, if the Vinking would serve him properly, the others were no threat to him. The thought to himself, angrily. Tom wanted to be on top. He enjoyed the power it gave him. The feeling of superiority. Every person he seduced wanted to service him, fulfil his sexual needs. In fact, they almost became like slaves to him. He felt intensely powerful as he dwelled on this. He didn't want anyone to know how much he resented the blond Viking's easy masculinity. His smiles and attitude. It got on Tom's nerves.

Tom felt an incredible rush of might as he closed his eyes. Oh yeah, he would look down at the Viking, laying on the floor at his feet. The boy felt that surge of power in his groin, he liked that too. It might embarrass other guys to throw an erection, to masturbate in public, but not Tom. He liked nothing better than parading back and forth in the showers, naked and with his big one flopping in front of him and a flair of not thinking about it a minute. He openly stroked his cock and kept looking around.

Tom was playing card winning every hand. God, did he love to come out on top.

His grin abruptly faded as his glace slid away, stopping at a tall figure stretched out on the bed there. Carl-Eric was irritating him, never playing cards, doing his own thing. Carl-Eric was the only guy around who was bigger than he was. He hated that.

One by one the group of players were leaving. Tom was drunk enough to be childish about his bad feelings. As he passed Carl-Eric's room, he couldn't help looking down at the Viking's muscular physique. Tom could see pointed tips of tight nipples under his thin white undershirt. Even under the loose fitting boxers he could clearly make out the shape of Carl-Eric's cock stretching down his thigh. Carl-Eric didn't notice and scratched himself absent-mindedly. The cock moved.

Tom felt his excitement growing.

What he had in mind for the Viking could be a lot of fun. For Tom. He needed that and stopped, casually leaning this right arm at the doorpost. Carl-Eric looked up as the shadow of Tom's body fell across his laptop. He looked puzzled to see Tom grinning down at him.

"Let's play strip poker, no money involved."

Carl-Eric was well aware of the fact that the muscular teenager was not too fond of him. It didn't bother him, but it wasn't hard to see which role Tom pictured himself in. Tom went on,

"I suppose the loser should have to do something for the winner."

There was an awkward silence while Tom waited for Carl-Eric's reply.

"Afraid you might be the loser?"

Carl-Eric looked at him, he wasn't in any hurry.

"Okay, you got yourself a deal."

In minutes they were settled in the living room, the two facing each other. It didn't take long before both were down to just their shirts, undershirts and boxer shorts. By this time they has attracted quite a crowd. The next hand went well for Carl-Eric. Tom lost. It didn't seem to bother the teenager a bit.

Tom surprised them all, he left his undershirt and lifted his ass and skinned off his boxer shorts. All focused on Tom's cock. The teenager grinned, arching his back slightly, shoving his ass forward so his balls draped over the front of his chair. It was an impressive display. A low murmur went through the circle of students.

Carl-Eric lost the next hand, pulling off his undershirt. His chest was sweaty shiny. A drop of sweat rolled of the tip of one nipple, a tiny tingle that caused a trembling ripple through his body. All watched him.

"Ready for the last hand?"

Tom slowly turned over his winning hand, the hand he thought was a surefire, made him the loser. Bottom boy.

"Well I guess I lose."

Tom smiled,

"I guess so, Viking. Are you not forgetting something?"

The Viking looked puzzled,

"What?"

Tom grinned down at him,

"Your undies, asshole."

A murmur of agreement want around the circle. Taking off his shorts before his shirt worked out just as Tom had planned. The sight of cock and balls hanging out so casually had fired up their imaginations. Natural inhibitions had dropped to a low level. Alcohol. They were ready for anything. Tom looked at his buddies, they all kind of smirked, then he said,

"Just do it."

They wanted the looser bare-assed naked. Cock and balls on display.

"Look, I admitted I lost. Isn't that enough?"

"You want us to take them off for you?"

Tom cut in firmly. Carl-Eric looked around the circle of figures. They were not his teammates, his buddies he had been with around the clock for a week. They were anonymous strangers.

Reluctantly he decided to go along with the game. After all, he had agreed to it.

He had his own rules, too.

Carl-Eric hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his undershorts and pulled them down. It felt strange against his bare ass cheeks as he sat back and pulled the shorts over his feet. Someone yanked the shorts from him and he was nude. Carl-Eric's face blushed bright red as Tom grinned at the Viking meat standing tall.

He cupped his hand over it. The touch of his fingers made it harder.

"Okay, let's get it over with. What do you want me to do?"

He said, angry at his own excitement.

Tom sat down, raised one foot and planted his sneaker firmly between the muscular blond's naked tights. The tip practically rested against Carl-Eric's balls.

"Okay, Viking, start shining. I want a real spit shine on those dirty white sneakers,"

Tom glared at Tom, the group around them went stone quiet. What the fuck!

"I want a real spit shine. I want you to lick it, Carl-Eric."

Carl-Eric was so surprised he didn't say anything for a second. Then he drew up his hands in anger and disgust.

"You're crazy Tom, you know that. You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm gonna lick your fucking sneakers."

He started to get up but Tom planted his sneaker in his balls. Carl-Eric doubled over in pain.

"You know what the problem is?"

Tom asked coolly, ignoring Carl-Eric's groan.

"I think I know why you're not enjoying the party as much as the rest of us. You're not a drinking man, are you?"

Carl-Eric didn't answer. Tom rammed his sneaker harder into his groin.

"Answer me, asshole. I asked you if you were a drinking man."

Carl-Eric still didn't straighten. Groaned. Drops of sweat ran down his broad back. His head moved slowly from side to side is a negative nod.

Tom smiled triumphantly, looking around the circle of heavy breathing athletes. Everybody had their cock out now. Carl-Eric knew that there was a group of horny teenagers who would soon need draining, and he had better deliver! If he bailed out now it would really stress his relationship with the group.

He decided to go through it. Heard their breathing and felt their horny excitement.

Without thinking, he nodded again.

"Isn't that shitty of us, men. Not taking care to see that our asshole buddy here get anything to drink? Can't anybody do anything about that?"

An if by magic a bottle of homemade Vodka appeared out of nowhere.

"Thank you, brother. I know our buddy here is going to appreciate this. Look here, Viking. See what I got for you?"

He said, placing his hand under Carl-Eric's chin and jerking his head up.

"You feel better once you get some Vodka in you."

"No,"

Carl-Eric said weakly, shaking his blond head,

"I don't want any. I don't drink."

He pressed his lips together and tried to stand as Tom pushed the opened bottle upwards him. In a flash they were all over him. He was grabbed and held helpless by hands that were everywhere on him. He struggled but against so many he was helpless.

Tom grinned as he saw panic in the blond's eyes. He loved his power!

"Now open up!"

Carl-Eric clenched his jaw tight, looking at the bottle so hard he didn't see Tom pull back his other fist. All he saw was an explosion of light at the left side of his face. He slumped helplessly, held among his captors, half-conscious as Tom poured the burning liquid in his throat. When he coked too bad, Tom held off until he swallowed what he had in his mouth. Some of it drooled out the corners of his lips, running down his neck, dripping over his naked body. Most of it ended up in his gut, though. Tom made sure of that.

By the time Carl-Eric came around again he had been forced to consume almost the entire bottle.

He coughed and struggled against the hands holding him. At a sign of Tom he was released. He stood there, in the middle of them, angry and sick. He had to get out of there.

He started to push his way out.

It was too late.

The Vodka was speeding through his system, slowing him up, clumsy and ineffectual. The blond Viking was turned back as easily as if he were a child. They pushed him back to the center of the circle, facing Tom.

Several hands grabbed his shoulders, pushing down. He grunted in protest but sank to the floor, kneeling before Tom, waiting for what came next.

As they played earlier, the heavy drinking and smoking began to loosen up. They were beginning to like the idea of the Viking as a sex slave. They were now laughing and pointing at him, stroking their cocks, asking each other what they should do with their muscled sex slave.

An increasing focus on their drunk, horny feelings. No objections, no rules, nothing stopped them anymore.

Tom nudged his sneaker into Carl-Eric's crotch again. This time he was gentler as he prodded the toe of his sneaker against the Viking's cock and balls. Carl-Eric groaned at the arching sensation. His buttocks clenched as his groin thrust forward, rubbing his cock against Tom's sneaker.

"Oh, you like that. Does the little boy like having a sneaker in his crotch?"

Olaf couldn't answer. He was beyond that. He told himself the alcohol had robbed him of all sense of control or pride. A rutting animal, his head arched back and his eyes closed as he humped Tom sneaker.

"Now. Give me a spit shine, Viking."

He pushed the blond head down,

"Let me see that tongue."

Carl-Eric bent lower and pressed his mouth to that sneaker. For a few minutes there was the most intense silence in dormitory as the big blond licked and slobbered at Tom's sneaker. The wet smacking sounded incredibly loud.

Carl-Eric loved it.

Then Tom pulled his sneaker back. Carl-Eric looked up at him. His eyes were starting to roll in his head, he was so out of it. But now he knew what he was doing. The booze hadn't blanked him. It had only released him. He knew was turned on by what he was doing. He wouldn't lie to himself if he could help it.

Tom's big cock soared up over him, the cock head dripping. Tom's balls swaying inches from his nose. Tom was talking to him again in a low forceful tone he knew he had to obey. He tried to listen carefully.

"Okay, Viking boy. Enough polishing, I got something else here needs a little polish job."

He circled his hand around his rampant cock,

"My fuck stick."

He pointed it down at Carl-Eric.

"It needs spit shine, too."

He pulled Carl-Eric's head forward.

"Stick your tongue out."

Carl-Eric's tongue tapped the cock head.

"Oh shit."

Carl-Eric's tongue licked.

"Aw, fuck."

Tom gabbed Carl-Eric by the ears and jammed himself in the hot mouth, forcing his cock down the hot throat. Carl-Eric gagged and his whole body convulsed.

"Hold him. Hold the cocksucker!"

They were all over him. Desperately.

Carl-Eric tried to relax so he wouldn't choke. Carl-Eric groaned. Fingers poked at his butthole. He clenched his buttocks.

"Oh fuck!"

One, then two fingers slipped in him. Carl-Eric groaned again. Pushing and pulling his sphincter. It relaxed against his will. Squeezed open. The fingers slid out. His hole was empty. But only for a moment.

Something blunt, pressing his ass-lips. He tried to yell but his mouth was too full. Fire shot through his gut as he was speared on a hard cock that seemed to reach deep enough to touch the one rammed down his throat.

Carl-Eric the Viking was fucked and stuffed. He was nothing but asshole and mouth and he loved it!

He felt the tension flow out of his body as they fucked him.

They felt it, too. He was theirs for the taking.

Ready to take them all and they were ready to give it to him.

Yes man! The dormitory slave is on duty for the night. Nothing stopped them.

They just fuck their cocks all the way down his throat with no trouble at all.

Björn stood at his face. The boy was a dream, completely naked, very tall, slim. He had a long slender cock that seemed to go on forever. It was straight in front of his face. Björn's right hand aimed it at his mouth. Close-up of his cockhead as it pushed against his lips, parting them, slipping into his mouth. The Vinking ears were buzzling from the Vodka. He felt dizzy and helpless. He slid his cock deeper. Björn face fucked Carl-Eric. Going deeper with each thrust. The boy's cock began to feel like part of his body. Pumping in long slow strokes. He delayed his climax to prolong his excitement. Finally plunging his cock into the very depths of his throat.

"Oh, shit!"

He let out a passionate series of animated grunts and screams and shot his load hot and deep. The boys all laughed and cheered.

Same for Carl-Eric's ass.

Ron was the next to bat. Ron was the surprise of the group. He had, like Tom, now a tough look about him and lots of blond hair scattered over his hard firm body.

"Hold this bitch, while I fuck him,"

he commanded his buddies as he place the Viking on his hands and knees. Taking his enormous cock in his right hand he placed it between Carl-Éric ass cheeks. His cock juiced as it nuzzled Carl-Eric. He pressed harder, trying to get a pruchase on the Viking's slippery asslips. He pushed harder, jamming the swollen tip against the tender asslips with savage strength. He proceeded until his whole tool was right in to his balls. Carl-Eric had reached the point now that he had no trouble accommodating their enormous tools. Carl-Eric stiffened, every muscle tense. They grunted in unison. Ron sank slowly forward and he groaned loudly as the head of his cock disappeared within the stretched circle.

In delight he began to fuck him,

"Take it, fucker. You are defeated. Take my cock all the way up your ass. That's good."

Grabbing my his hips he began to plunge his shaft deep forcing the air from the Viking. Ron's meat went to the very debts of his body. He began to shorten his strokes, followed by an explosive blast of hot cum in his ass. His orgasm went on and on as he pumped the Viking full of jizz. It was pouring from his ass and dripping from his cock as he finally pulled it from his tunnel. He panted, aimed and With a final thrust he buried his cock balls deep in his ass again. Ron released his passions deep inside him.

He was really a man!

The boys around him had been watching and they were hotter than hell. They wanted to get there nuts off. They were all ready to gangbang.

Enjoyed his defeat. Tom made him a cocksucker. A bottom. Carl-Eric got fucked and stuffed by them. Drunk and horny, they gang-banged him. Went all the way.

All the way!

Humiliating, masculine, hard, raw and abusive.

By this time he was so full of cum that it was dripping down his thighs and the crack of his ass. His ball sac was coated with the slippery stuff and his crotch was matted and wet.

He was nothing but their asshole and mouth and he loved it!

He felt the tension flow out of his body as they fucked him. He was theirs for the taking. Ready to take them all and they were ready to give it to him. By now everybody had fucked the blond up his ass or in his mouth at least once. Quite of few of them had already crashed, sprawled out on their beds, the floor, everywhere, snoring loudly.

Some of the guys hadn't bothered to wait their turn for Carl-Eric. They fucked with one of their buddies.

Tom watched his buddies, only four were left at his bed. Tom leaned back against his bed, playing with himself as he watched a stocky dude Janis was screwing Carl-Eric.

"Get a move on, you lazy fucker. I wanna climb back in the saddle."

Tom growled, working his hand up and down his still hard cock.

"You will get it, man, you will get it. This fucking dude is going nowhere."

Janis said, unconcerned as he continued to plug away in the saddle.

"I'm about there?"

He suddenly stiffened and thrust his cock all the way down the unconscious blond's ass. His hips and butt jerked, shooting another load into Carl-Eric's belly.

Finally Jan pulled his softening cock out.

"He is all yours, man."

Tom crawled onto the bed. He knew the others were watching as he positioned his big cock between the solid globes. He took his time. He liked to be watched.

When he was good and ready, he sank the big cock in one fluid stroke. He even managed to force a gasping breath out of the unconscious body beneath him. He kept fucking. Even all the fucking, the ass was still tight. He stretched his hole to a point that he didn't think was possible. Then he plunged it deep into his bowels, reaching depths that he had never thought

possible. Over and over that monster cock sunk to the deepest part of his anal cavity until he rammed it in to the hilt. Tom came fast, grunting in hot pleasure.

"Take my load, Viking boy."

They brand him, shaved him. Left him, used and humiliated, unconscious.

It made him look strangely subservient, like a sex slave in a harem. His cock started to stiffen again as the thought crossed his mind.

The next day he stepped out of his room, saved and naked. He had incredible beauty and strength in his acceptance of what had been done to him. The bedrock obedience and acceptance had a strong impact on these young men around him. He was treated by the students around him with an unexpected combination of respect admiration and awe. A surprising number ended up on their knees before him, worshipping his cock, drawing, onto themselves his cum.

Carl-Eric never asked for this service. It would simply happen. In the showers. In his room. He never questioned it. Or them. He simply accepted. All the way.

So, he was a little Scandinavian blond boy himself, helpless and out of control, used, taking it, being their slave. He learned to take it all and came through it stronger than before.

Yeah he loved it, but there were other ways to get to the same place.

Now he exuded that swaggering self-confidence that might indicate a dominant personality. The key were two things. First and foremost good dominance started between the ears. Between his own ears, making sure he understood who he was and be true to it. The other thing was, he could be submissive but was dominant, pure and simple. Not cruel or mean, but in charge. They felt it and came back for more and they sent their friends.

Carl-Eric knew it.

He wanted it his way and signed up for a study in Holland.

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