teen2b slow)(14/56)
The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you get any mindblowing sex scenes.
If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of this series. I have not acknowledged e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 14
Anson - Wednesday night
"Well. I can see why those guys are tired, after the last few days they've put in," Dale said, "but I'm not ready for bed yet."
"Not ready for bed," Jason asked, with a big smile and wiggle of his eyebrows, "or not ready for sleep ? Maybe, if Anson doesn't have his heart set on spending his first night in his big, double bed, he might be willing to spend it in ours."
"I think I just might be able to be talked into that." I answered with my own big smile.
"Well piglet," Dale said, giving me a steady, piercing stare, "I don't expect you to need to be talked into anything." He had a really intense look on his face, and he wasn't smiling at all. I looked over at Jason and he was no longer smiling either, just staring at Dale. I don't know why, but I had a slightly uneasy feeling.
"Come on, boys." Dale said as he rose and started out of the room. "Let's give it a go and see what comes up." I looked at Jason again and he just shrugged his shoulders and got up to follow Dale, signaling me to come along. We trailed Dale into their suite and then into their bedroom. Jason and I got undressed while Dale was routing around in the closet looking for something. When he came out, we were sitting naked on the bed lightly kissing each other. Dale stood at the end of the bed watching us for a few minutes.
"Now that you've got each other warmed up a little, you can put these on." he said, throwing a couple of thick, leather dog collars on the bed. I reached over and picked one up. Dale was watching me. I could feel his eyes drilling deep into me.
"I don't think........" Jason started.
"When I want you to think, or to speak, I'll tell you." Dale interrupted sharply. His voice was not loud, but the tone was very harsh. He was still staring at me and I met his eyes just as Jason reached over and picked up the other collar. His eyes held me and I could not look away. I reached up and fastened the collar around my neck.
"Much better." Dale told us, still holding my gaze. "Piglet, come over here and undress me. You," he said, finally releasing my eyes and looking over to Jason, "stay where you are for now. And lower that head. You know better than to look your Master in the eyes." I had moved off the side of the bed and started to walk over to where he stood. "On your knees, piglet. Animals crawl to their Master, they don't walk." I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. I undid his shoes and removed each one from his feet. His sock were removed next.
"I need to stand up to take off your shirt." I told him. He leaned down, over my shoulder and before I knew what was happening, he brought his open, flat right hand, sharply down on my left, rear butt cheek. "Ouch!" I grunted.
"I know you are just learning and that's why you were reprimanded only once. You do not speak, unless your Master asks you a question, then with only the briefest answer possible. Do you understand ?" he informed me.
"Yes." I replied.
"Yes, what ?" he said.
"Yes,....er, Master." I answered.
"I allowed you to raise your eyes and stare at me earlier, so you could resolve who was Master. That is also something that is not allowed. You keep your eyes down, even when you are spoken to and answering. You will not be reprimanded this one time, but don't do it again." he told me in a very stern tone.
"Yes, Master." I responded, a chill of excitement running down my spine.
"Now, when you couldn't reach to finish undressing me, you should have done everything you possibly could. Undo all the buttons you can reach, undo the zipper and take off my pants and underwear. Everything that you can do from your knees and best done not using your hands. When you have done everything that you possibly can, then stop and wait. Eventually, the Master will address why you have not finished and then you may ask to rise enough to continue." Dale instructed. "You do not need to make decisions, or do more than you have been told. When you do, you run the risk of overstepping the bounds. When you have your own regular Master, you learn how he wants you to do things. Now, finish undressing me, however you are able."
"Yes. Master." I acknowledged. While I finished undressing Dale, I thought about what had been going on. I had often fantasized about having a man dominate me and force me to do his bidding. I also found the discipline exciting, but did not know how far I would be willing to go with that part. Even now I had a full woody, from just what had happened so far. I finished stripping Dale and was not sure what to do next. As if reading my mind, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor beside him. I immediately knelt down at that spot.
"That was good." he told me, putting his hand on my head. I was strangely thrilled by this simple acknowledgment. "The relationship between a Master and his Slave can be a very intense, intimate experience. It should be based on the trust between two individuals, one knowing that this person will do absolutely anything for him, by surrendering himself completely and the other knowing that he can place responsibility for himself totally in the hands of this other person and be as safe, if not safer, than being on his own. Sometimes these relationships become distorted, if one or both of the individuals are not stable enough to hold up their part of the commitment. Pain and humiliation are sometimes involved in these activities, when the partners find them to be stimulating. Such a relationship should evolve, as these partners must experience each other, to understand who the other person is and thus learn, who they themselves really are. Don't misunderstand what I am saying. Not all domination relationships are based on this type of philosophy, in fact very few, but it is something for which the right couple can strive." I glanced at Dale as he was telling me these things and saw that he has watching Jason intently. Jason was keeping his head bowed, but I could see that he was listening and thinking very deeply.
"Jason, do you want to quit ?" Dale asked, forcefully enough to bring Jason out of his deep thought.
"No, Sir." Jason answered, with only a moments hesitation.
"I won't ask again. This is your last chance." Dale said to him in a much softer tone.
"No, Sir," Jason repeated loudly and then added quietly, after another moments pause, "I trust you, completely."
"Come over here." Dale commanded Jason. Jason got down off the side of the bed and crawled over to Dale's feet on his hands and knees. He knelt beside Dale and sat back on his heels. "Come up here." Dale beckoned and Jason rose to his feet. Dale put his hand under Jason's chin and tilted his head up, Just before he kissed him, Dale said to him, "You are mine." The kiss was deep and meaningful for both of them. As the kiss broke, Jason whispered, "Forever." Dale released his chin and Jason slid back down to his kneeling position.
"Thus ends our lesson for tonight, boys." Dale announced and stepping over to the end of the bed, flopped onto it, on his back. Jason and I were left kneeling on the floor, looking at each other.
"What does that mean ?" Jason asked, his confusion evident. He got up off his knees and walked over to the foot of the bed.
"It means that Anson got a very small exposure to the discipline scene he wanted to know about. I could tell from some of the things he said when we were talking this afternoon." Dale explained. "Now he has a better idea of what he's looking for." Jason turned to me.
"Is that true ?" Jason asked me. I just nodded.
"I can recognize a Slave wannabe when he knocks on my door." Dale told us. "I figured that he really didn't know what he wanted. Now, after he learns and experiences the basics with us, he will have an idea of who he is looking for, although, if I'm reading the signs properly, he isn't going to have to look very far."
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean by that." Jason said, giving Dale a strange look. "Tell me Anson, is he right ?"
"I learned a lot from this." I told them. "Dale is right about the questions and fantasies I've been having. I realize now that there is more to the type of relationship I have been imagining and Dale has helped me know what I should be looking for in a potential partner."
"And what was that between you and me, at the end." he asked Dale with a scowl on his face.
"That my love," Dale answered, "was you accepting that flexibility moves in all directions and that our commitment to each other is still growing. Jason stood, staring at his partner for quite a while. I just knelt where I was and watched him. He was definitely thinking very hard about the last few minutes.
He finally took a deep breath and said, "You're absolutely right. I learned something tonight about myself and I love you even more, if that's possible, for showing it to me. You have tried to tell me before that my mind set was not flexible and I didn't fully understand, but I resisted you. I will try never to do that again."
"Good. So now, let's put the fun back into sex." Dale laughed and I could tell that this lesson was truly over, for now.
Dale now suggested that Jason might show me the finer points of cocksucking by demonstrating on him. After the show he had put on for us, we both figured that he deserved it. So Jason and I lay down across the bed, opposite from each other, so that I could get a close up look at what was happening. I had held Dale's cock a good deal of the last time we were together, but this was the first time I'd really had a close look at it. It was big. Now I haven't seen many cocks and none erect, but I knew that this was a big one. It was not only long, but it was thick. It stood solid, tilting over his small pad of pubic hair and muscled abdomen. Jason started out by grasping the base of Dale's prick and licking from the bottom to the top like it was a big ice cream cone. He then let go of it and pursing his lips, gently blew warm air at the swelled cap. The shaft jumped and swelled.
"Now you try." Jason said to me.
I reached out and grasping it from my side and repeated the action which he had just performed. While I did this, Jason moved his head over Dale's balls and took one into his mouth. Dale had started to let little moans out and this caused a gasp from him. I continued to lick the heavy shaft until Jason released his prize and took the shaft from my hand. He then started to kiss the belled cap and slowly slid his mouth over it. Dale's body stiffened when he did this and then relaxed a bit. Jason held the head in his mouth and I could see his tongue was moving in his mouth. When he backed off, he pointed the even more rigid post at me and I repeated the actions I had seen. When I put my mouth over the cap, Jason told me to swirl my tongue around and drag it across the surface. He also said to check out the slit with my tongue. These actions all brought groans of approval from Dale. It was strange how powerful it made me feel to know I was causing this handsome, muscular stud to have pleasure. While I was busy, Jason went back and captured Dale's other ball and again caused a gasp from his victim. He worked it in his mouth for a few minutes and then turned it loose.
"Now, start sliding the shaft in and out of your mouth, slowly." he told me. "Do a little more each time, but not too much. You may start to gag, if you get it too far back to your throat."
I did as he said, finding I had to really stretch my mouth to get around the shaft, but I managed to set up a rhythm that allowed me to take in a little more on every down stroke. I could feel the head rub along the back of my mouth and reach toward my throat. Then I gagged and pulled back.
"It's okay, don't worry." Jason assured me. "You'll learn to control the gag with some practice. It just takes some time to get used to it. Let me show you. You reach over and tweak Dale's nipples." He looked up at Dale and asked, "Are you ready, love ?" Dale nodded his head.
Jason moved in between Dale's legs and swept his hands from Dale's thighs, up to his abdomen and back, in a loving stroke. He then leaned over and took the crown of the scepter into his mouth. His head began to bob up and down and on each downward bob more of the erect pole disappeared. Dale was groaning loudly and wagging his head back and forth. Jason had reached bottom and his nose was brushing the little pubic hair puff. He was actually taking the entire rod into his mouth and throat. He paused on each stroke at the base and then at the top as he moved his tongue around the sensitive head. He continued this action for three or four minutes. Dale's hips began thrashing and Jason held the shaft deep in his throat after one final stroke. Dale yelled out and arched his back and I could see the muscles in Jason's throat ripple as he massaged the invader with swallowing movements. He pulled back a portion, so that the crown would be in his mouth for the final spurts and then Dale's body slowly sank back to the mattress. Jason eased off the softening pole and leaned over to kiss me. When he did, he deposited a portion of the load he had saved in his mouth to me, the first sperm I had ever tasted, other than my own. I was surprised at first, but found I really liked it. Tugging on my shoulder as he moved, we both slid over on our sides, so that Dale was now laying between us, as I had done earlier this afternoon. He was slowly catching his breath and Jason leaned in and kissed his lover, providing him with a sampling of his treasure.
"You are mine." Jason cooed to Dale.
"Forever." Dale whispered back. We lay there, softly stroking each other's bodies for a while, enjoying the companionship of one another. Dale recovered quickly and soon our light stroking began to have an effect on all of us.
"This time," Dale proposed to Jason, "why don't you 69 with Anson, while I show him how I make love to you ? Jason just grinned and started to crawl over on top of me.
The Prophesy of the Guardians
The House of Chen, being both old and honourable, shall be the Caretakers of this vision of the yet to come.
From this time forth, one son will be born to the House of Chen in each generation to the number of 110.
These males shall be the Caretakers and shall guard this knowledge until its time arrives.
In the world of new beginnings, a Shogun (Leader/Prince) of infinite wealth, after being lost and found again by his
Samurai (Warrior Chief) will both learn that their real riches lie elsewhere. To them will come four treasures to be nurtured and guided. They will father the four to manhood.
Each Guardian will possess gifts.
One will hold the gift of dreams and control of the emotions.
One will hold the gift of looking into and influencing the minds of his fellow man and knowing truth.
One will hold the gift of communication and know all languages, written and spoken.
One will hold the gift of prophesy and he will be the catalyst to the power of the four.
Each will sense the presence of others.
Together, as one, the Guardians will hold a gift never allowed before to man.
There are dark forces and men who fear the power of the Guardians and would use it for their own purposes.
Care must be taken to preserve them while they grow and develop their skills. They must learn to love and trust, so that they may serve the needs of mankind.
(Incomplete translation)