Step by Step The adventures of Olivier and Carl-Eric Part 4 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.
Step By Step, Bit by Bit, Stone By Stone, Brick by Brick Step By Step, Day By Day, Mile by mile And this old road is rough and ruined
The red Toyota sputtered into life and drove them down the quiet road to the highway and turned left, heading into town. Using Google Map Carl-Eric found his way. Self-assured and confident. Wearily Hugo pushed the door open and walked to the university buildings.
Olivier was glad he was able to borrow Hugo's car. He didn't know anything that was going on in Hugo's head. He would not have understood. Olivier just knew how good it felt riding along in the old Toyota with his new friend and room mate Carl-Erik, the blond Swedish Viking.
He looked over, Carl-Eric stared straight ahead, preoccupied with driving, as though Olivier weren't there. Disappointed, the boy turned this attention to the passing neighborhoods. Parks and shopping centers, houses. Trees alternated with hypnotic regularity. When Carl-Eric finally did speak. Olivier jumped up.
Carl-Eric ordered,
"Take out your cock."
"Huh?"
Did he hear right?
Carl-Eric frowned at the boy's hesitation.
"You heard me! Take out your fucking cock and get it hard. I wanna see you play with it!"
Olivier struggled with the buttons of the fly of his jeans. His haste made his fingers clumsy. He undid his jeans completely and shoved them down.
"Damn you are hot boy. Nice cock, big balls, I like ordering around strong boys like you. Are you ready?"
Olivier was starting to get even harder.
"Yes Sir."
He didn't have to work getting it hard, though. It was already sticking up in his white boxer shorts like a pole.
"That's another thing. No underwear from now on. I want your cock and balls hanging free in your tight jeans. Understood?"
Olivier nodded violently. Understood. He skinned his jeans off so he could pull the offending underwear all the way off. He sat bare-assed, the torn seat covering rough against his cheeks. Carl-Eric pushed him back against the seat so he could see the penis sticking up.
"Play with it, little boy. So I can watch you."
Olivier's hand flew to his cock. His head fell back against the seat as delicious sensations spread through his swollen cock.
"But don't come. From now on you don't ever come unless I tell you. Otherwise, I will have to tan your ass. You got that?"
He asked, glaring intently at the boy.
Olivier was cowed by the toughness in Carl-Eric's manner. He was afraid he'd done something to make the blond Viking mad at him. He didn't want to do anything wrong, even by accident. He stroked his hot boy cock just as he was told.
Carl-Eric seemed satisfied. Olivier was relieved.
Carl-Eric continued talking as they drove on.
"Just a few things I wanna make clear right at the beginning here. If I'm going to take you on for buddy training, you're going to have to get used to doing whatever I say and whenever I say. I don't want any annoying or just stupid reflexes. 'Huh?' or 'What did you say?' or any crap like that. You listen up all the time and then you will know exactly what I want all the time, is that clear?"
Olivier nodded, grimacing slightly as he yanked his hand away from his cock. It was hard to pull when you were a hot, horny little kid but he knew he didn't have any choice in the matter now. Carl-Eric was taking him over.
"That's right boy, you save your hot boy load, just do it. I got something planned for that good ball juice later. Save your cum for me. Another thing, from now on when we're together, I want you to always address me with 'Sir'. So, 'Yes sir' or 'Yes Master', I don't give a shit. I get off on either one. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir,"
Olivier said breathlessly as he whacked his stiff boy cock.
"Yes Master, I understand."
"Good boy."
Carl-Eric said approvingly, the boy was learning fast.
"You are a smart boy, asshole. I'm gonna have to treat you rough at times. Part of your training. Remember that! What I do to you will always have a purpose. You will have to trust me. All the way. You will see. You will dig it. I know you will."
Olivier believed him. He believed every word that came out of the mouth of this incredible hunk of masculine strength, his Viking.
"Yes Master,"
He said eagerly,
"Yes, sir."
Carl-Eric laughed. The boy looked so damned cute with his little hand wrapped around his swollen piece of boy meat.
"Okay, asshole, get your jeans back on. We're getting close to town and I don't think they are ready for your big cock."
Olivier gave one last jerk on his cock and reached down for his discarded jeans. He pulled them back on, raising up off the seat in the process. The movement bumped his cockhead against the windshield, leaving a smear of cock juice on the glass. He hiked his jeans up, fastening the top button. He used his boxer shorts to wipe the smear off the windshield and threw them out the window. He learned out and watched his white boxer shorts disappapear.
Olivier didn't know it, but his white boxer were found by a young boy with an underwear fetish. He took Olivier's white boxers and quickly rushed back home, quietly went inside, went on to his room. He got naked and grabbed the underwear Olivier tossed outside the car earlier, put them on, they were way too big for him. He didn't care, walked around in them. The thrill of being in another boy's underwear made his boner twitch and pre-cum leaked inside the white cotton. After a while he got them off and pressed Olivier's boxers to his nose. He smelled his cum and started jerking himself off. He smelled Olivier. He licked the remains of boy juice from his boxers, dreaming the owner would take care of him. The boy closed his eyes and moaned with ecstasy over the feeling. Then all of a sudden the boy realized he was about to cum. His body twitched and he let out some loud grunts and then his semen started to shoot. He came, but not that much. He could see his own cum and struggled up, his my boy cum hit the miror. He licked it off and tasted his cum and smiled happy.
Carl-Eric looked at Olivier who saw a glimpse of the boy who bent over to pick up his boxers.
"Now you're getting with the program."
He pulled his head back in and smiled at Carl-Eric.
"Yes, Master."
The big blond smiled back and winked at him.
The reached town in about five minutes. Olivier had quite a struggle getting his hard cock back into his jeans to close the fly. He got the last button fastened as Carl-Eric was getting around the congested city, a little confused at first. Of course. They pulled up in front of the registration office.
"Now stick with me, little asshole. We go in to do the paperwork and then I have got a few other things to pick up for myself."
"Yes Master,"
Olivier said obediently.
He felt proud helping as he translated some documents for him. They moved on to an animal store and Carl-Eric bought several items puzzling the boy.
The first was a dog collar, a wide black leather strap with silver studs around it. They hadn't a dog in the building but he was learning not to ask dumb questions. At the drugstore, he bought two jars of Pjur Basic Personal Glide and something Olivier couldn't catch the name of it. He couldn't imagine what you would use all that for. No dumb questions.
Soon they were back in the Toyota heading home. When they were on the highway again, Carl-Eric ordered Olivier,
"Open your jeans an play with yourself. I really like to watch you playing with your boy meat."
"Yes Master."
Olivier did as ordered. No dumb questions. Proving to him that was able to take his orders.
When they were a little ways from the campus, he held out his hand with the palm facing up and the fingers making a cup.
"Finish off now before we get back to our home. I want you to shoot your wad in my hand."
He growled.
No dumb question.
"Yes, Master,"
Olivier said as he twisted around in his seat, getting up his knees so he could aim at Carl-Eric's cupped hand.
The muscles of his belly stood out as he moved his hand faster up and down his hard cock. His nuts tightened, he grunted and his whole body tensed as the first gob shot.
It felt so good!
It was all he could do to keep from shooting all over the car. But he didn't. He followed orders and kept pumping his boy load into Carl-Eric's steady hand. He didn't miss a drop it. When he squeezed the last drop out of his softening cock, there was quite a large puddle in Carl-Eric's hand. He raised it to face and sniffed at it.
"Good boy. That's a good boy load. Good cock juice from nice healthy boy nuts. Prime quality."
Olivier was happy he seemed to do right now.
Then Carl-Eric pushed his large cum-filled hand over the boy's face.
"Lick it up,"
Was all he said. It was an order.
Olivier stared at the cloudy white pool. For a second old inhibitions took over. His stomach turned over. He couldn't do it. He looked up into Carl-Eric's steely blue eyes and knew he had no choice.
Slowly he bent his head to the out-stretched hand and licked.
It was warm and smooth, like a really soft boiled egg. His lips parted and he slurped it up like crazy.
He loved it.
He licked and slobbered over that hand until it was clean and his ball juice was in his belly. Carl-Eric wiped his spit covered hand on his jeans.
"Good boy."
Carl-Eric said soberly,
"I can see you're developing a taste for that cock juice real fast."
The he cracked up laughing,
"You're too fucking much, boy. unbelievable."
Olivier remembered a line,
"Guess I'm just an asshole, Sir."
Carl-Eric laughed so hard he almost swerved off the road.
"Get your jeans on, boy. We're almost at home."
He continued when Olivier got himself dressed again.
"What did I do to deserve this?!"
He whispered,
"Thank you.
The rest of the day went by uneventful.
Olivier studied lying on his bed, notes, laptop, in a pair of boxers, a shirt, and nothing else. No sex.
Chores, cooking, cleaning, laundry, dusting, sweeping, in a pair of shorts, nothing else. No sex.
Supper came and went, tight jeans, extra small shirt. No sex.
Nothing new there as soon he could get away of it he lay on his bed in their room and peeled off his clothes, waiting anxiously for Carl-Eric to appear.
Carl-Eric didn't come up for several hours. When Carl-Eric finally did appear Olivier was almost asleep. He sat up in bed, groggily rubbing his eyes as the blond Viking quietly closed the door behind him. Carl-Eric sat on the edge of the bed where Olivier was laying. Carl-Eric's bed. Carl-Eric rested his hand on the boy's naked belly.
"You should be in your own bed. What if somebody came in?"
He asked quietly as he stroked the smooth soft boy skin.
"I thought you would be right up, Sir."
Carl-Eric snorted,
"Our fellow students aren't that stupid. We both start hitting the sack right after supper, they might suspect more than sleeping sickness."
Olivier nodded and started to get out of the bed but Carl-Eric pushed him back down. Without saying a word, the strong muscled Viking stood and pulled off all his clothes. When he was as naked as the boy, he crawled back on the bed, straddling the boy as he had done the night before, pressing their hard cocks together as he had done then.
Neither of them spoke.
They just stared into each other's eyes as Carl-Eric manipulated their cocks, slowly stroking and pulling the twin tubes. Several times he bent his head and drooled long strings op spit so his hand slid smoothly and easily over the hard flesh. They breathed in unison, long deep gasps of pleasure that came all the way from their balls.
At last they came together,
A double fountain of cum flooding over the boy's body.
Again Carl-Eric rubbed it into Olivier's skin, massaging it over his chest and belly, between his legs and up into his ass. He pushed his forefinger lubricated by the boy's cum against the boy's tiny asshole. It was puckered tight. He pushed harder. Olivier winced, crying out at the sharp hurt. Carl-Eric quickly pulled back. He was going to have to wait, as he thought, to wait for the weekend.
He dropped beside down beside Olivier on the be. The boy immediately started to curl up against the warmth of his broad chest. Carl-Eric smacked him on the butt.
"Move it,"
He ordered,
"Get your little ass over to your own bed."
Then is soft softened,
"if anybody saw you over here, it'd be trouble. For both of us."
Olivier nodded in reluctant agreement and got up, trudging across the bare floor to his own bed. He crawled in between the sheets, pulling them up against his chin.
"Good night, Sir.""
He whispered,
"Good night, asshole, have sweet dreams."
Carl-Eric drove Hugo in the his old Toyota to town next Saturday morning. Hugo wanted to catch the train to Amsterdam and was late. It would have been more practical to catch the bus at the Highway. It would have saved him gas, always an attractive point, but he said he didn't trust the timetable. They drove into town and Hugo asked him to tell about Olivier.
"Just curiosity, do you get along well?"
"Yes, we do."
No further real questions asked, almost as if he knew. He seemed quite intrigued by them. Carl-Eric asked, teasing him a bit,
"How come your so curious?"
No answer, he winked nervously at him but kept his mouth shut. Carl-Eric brought him to the train station and waved him goodbye.
When Carl-Eric got back the three other fellows who stayed, were walking around. Most students left for their family homes, parents and girlfriends. They had just finished off the morning chores and washed up for lunch. A pile of sandwiches on the kitchen table. As they all sat down to eat. Olivier was surprised to hear Carl-Eric tell the three fellows he would be happy to take care of the evening chores in case they wanted to go to town to party a little earlier.
A little earlier?
By two o'clock Johannes and Henry were in on their bicycles ready to leave. There was a brief flurry of arguing over whether they were going to take Billy with them or not. The teen, pouted like a little boy pleading with them to take him. Finally Johannes shrugged his shoulders and mentioned to take his bicycle.
"Aw, hell,"
he said.
"I guess it won't hurt to let the little fucker tag along. Let him see how the big guys operate."
He added, laughed and punching Henry on the arm.
They left and Carl-Eric smiled.
"Well, that's that. I don't think we will see much more of them before tomorrow. If then."
Carl-Eric said, watching them disappear.
"You mean, we have to do all the chores?"
Carl-Eric looked at him without saying anything. The he reached down and unbuttoned Olivier's shirt an pulled it off. His big hands opened the boy's fly and pulled out his penis. It immediately stiffened under the gaze. Olivier's hand instinctively started to warp around his cock.
"Hands off."
Olivier stared up at him questioningly.
"I don't want to catch you playing with it. Just let it hang out so I can see it. Understand?"
Olivier looked down at his trembling cock and then back up at Carl-Eric and grinned,
"Yes, Sir."
"I like to have a little fellow follow me around with his penis hanging out. I really dig that, boy. Now let's get to work."
The rest of the afternoon the boy worked side by side by his big buddy, his penis and balls hanging out the whole time.
Hard and soft.
Up and down.
Every once in a while.
Carl-Eric reached down and hefted the boy-nuts in his hand or stroked the boy-cock a couple jerks but he never let Olivier touch himself. He was firmly planting in the boy's mind the idea he was Carl-Eric's property, to be used for his pleasure.
Carl-Eric knew from his own experience it wasn't necessary to put it in words. The boy's heightened state of sexual excitement made it easy for his young mind to instinctively grasp the concept. He could see change. Olivier was more submissive by the minute, eager to serve, ready to begin the real training.
The completed everything doing the toilets and showers and then completed the regular evening chores. By the time they were finished, it was already dark. Carl-Eric fixed a small supper for them. They ate in silence. Olivier's penis and balls were still hanging out of his jeans. Carl-Eric didn't talk during their meal so naturally Olivier didn't either but it was hard for him to concentrate on the food.
When they were done eating, Carl-Eric picked up the dishes and rinsed them off in the sink. Then he turned back to Olivier. His deep blue eyes traveled up and down the young boy's body. He hadn't let the boy take a bath since they got here. That smooth olive skin had a lot of hot cum rubbed into it.
The boy was getting pretty funky. Carl-Eric liked that.
Finally he spoke,
"Okay, boy. It's time. Take off your clothes."
Olivier didn't know what time he meant but he stood up from his chair and kicked off his trainers.
Then he undid the waist button of his tight jeans and slid them down his legs and stepped out of them. He bent over and pulled off his socks. He stood before his Master completely naked.
"Give them to me."
Carl-Eric said, holding out his hand.
For a second, Olivier thought he meant his cock and balls but then he saw he was indicating the pile of his discarded clothes. He picked them up, wadding them to the ball, and handled them over to Carl-Erik and stood before him, butt-bare and waiting.
"I'm going to our room."
Carl-Eric said quietly.
"I want you to wait here. I don't want you to move. I don't want you to touch your cock. I don't want you to play with yourself in any way. You will wait here for me until I call you. You will come to our room, naked with your hard cock. Then we will start."
Carl-Eric turned and disappeared to their room. Olivier stood there in the darkened kitchen, trying not to move a muscle. His cock didn't soften one bit. He was nervous but not that nervous. It seemed like hours he stood listening to the sounds Carl-Eric made. He couldn't tell what was happening. A trickle of sweat ran down the bare skin of his left tight. Still he didn't move.
Then he heard Carl-Eric call his name, just the one word,
"Olivier!"
but the voice, firm and commanding, made it an order.
The boy moved, each step bringing him closer to a change in his life from which there would be no turning back but that change had started the moment he laid eyes on the handsome blond Viking.
There was no reason for him to turn back.
There was nothing for him to turn back to.
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