Of the stories written for this archive, 'The voyage home' is strictly true, 'First contact' and this one, 'The wrath of the Khan' are fantasies, things as I would like them to be, but they are not. But they describe real people. The other two are available under anonymous.
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He is the prettiest boy I've ever seen. No really my type, or at least it was not till I met him, because he towers a full head over me. His proportions are perfect, just bigger than normal. His face is lovely, a tad childish, but that only increases his atractiveness. I don't know how will he be ten years in the future, but now he is perfect. Those long, powerful legs, the hair cut bowl style, falling to either side of his face, cheeks full, sending messages of masculinity and power. And I left the best for the end, his voice, his voice is also the prettiest I've ever heard, bass, clear, effortless, all that lung capacity used to good effect. Listening to him talk is just pleasurable, but listening to him sing is ectasy. He is only sixteen years old.
I proposed to him to be his _s_e_x_ slave, and he said O. K., when do we start. I invited him to my home the following Saturday. When he arrived I took him to my room, made him to sit on my bed and I knelt in front him. I started to caress his powerful legs, clad in blue faded jeans, first with my hands and then with my face.
- I thought you told me you wanted to be my slave.
- Yes, of course!.
- Then, what are you doing, shouldn't you wait for my orders?
- Sorry, what do you wish, my Master?.
- First I want to see you naked, take all your clothes off.
That was an order I was going to enjoy. I started to undress, only when I arrived to my underpants I felt a bit timid, since I am not very well hung up, so first I lingered and then when he didn't offer me any way out, I turned away and took off the underpants too.
- Turn to me and put your hands away, you will not hide anything from me, will you?.
- No, Master.
With that he got hold of my penis and pulled me towards him. He was still fully dressed and I fully naked and caught, literally, by my balls. He examined my parts, looking, pulling and touching without inhibitions. Then took hold of hips and turned me again.
- Bow down.
I bowed and felt his hands touching my bottom, opening it and arriving to my back hole, which he touched and prodded. I felt embarrassed but also excited. He turned me again, still bowed at my hips and put his fingers in my mouth.
- Lick my fingers of your _s_h_i_t_, slave.
I greedily made use of the chance to lick any part of his glorious body.
- Now do something useful, kneel again and clean my sneakers with your tongue.
That may seem to you a degrading task, but for me it was just a chance to show him my devotion, to feel myself at his mercy, to feel myself literally at his feet. Soon I was again brushing my face against his legs, slowly climbing, a long climb, I assure you. Oh, how I love those legs!. This time he let me go on. Finally I met with my true goal, his crotch, still fully protected by a cover of denim and whatever he used as underwear. I let my mouth caress him in that place, strongly aspirating to get a whiff of his manhood. Now I caressed his legs also with my hands, pressing myself against him as if I wanted to melt with him. He now was as excited as me, he got hold of my head and started to rub his crotch against my face. I reached for the button of his jeans, undid them, unzipped them, revealing blue boxers, till I finally liberated his penis. He was so well endowed as the rest of his body seemed to suggest. I didn't take it in my mouth inmediately, I wanted to prolong the pleasure denying it to myself. I licked it from bottom to top, then it was the turn of his balls, which I ate whole, and within my mouth played with them. He just moaned and moaned. I started to suck his _d_i_c_k_ when I could not longer resist the temptation. While I sucked I couldn't stop thinking how good that shaft would fit in my back hole. I sucked slowly, trying no to bring him to fast to ejaculation, but he was too much on the verge and he came quickly. Still, I had time to pass my tongue especially around the tip, delineating carefully his organ, memorizing it by touch. I gulped his milk and rested there with him, my head in his lap, momentarily spent. He ruffled my hair and smiled.
- Did you like that?.
- Yes, Master.
- Well, I ... I am surprised, I've never thought it could be like this.
- Could I...?
I had started to rub my crotch against his leg.
- What?, oh, no, not yet. Let me rest, I still have something to teach you.
He stood up.
- O. K., lay down on the bed, slave.
I did.
- Now, hold your balls with your hands.
I put my arms under my body to do as told, and he pulled my legs apart. He made sure my balls were protected, and made me adjust and open my legs as far as possible several times. I sensed rather than saw, that he unlooped his belt from his waist, a rather wide leather one. I knew well what was coming, though perhaps I didn't expect it so harsh.
CRACK!
The belt landed on my open, exposed bottom like a lightning followed by its corresponding thunder. I contracted and jumped but regained my posture inmediately.
- Master, Master, I'll be good, I'll obey you always,...
CRACK!
- Shut up, _s_h_i_t_!. I know you will obey me, but I want to increase your motivation to do it. And I have a good reason to punish you.
CRACK!
Now, this was not a precisely a teenager, or rather, he was one, but with a body built like that, each strike was tearing me apart. I fought with myself whether to put an end to this, but on the other I wanted him so badly, that I kept myself in place. I didn't want to incur in his wrath. My bottom was already on fire.
CRACK!
- Please!
- O. K., let's play a game, if you tell me why am I punishing you and beg me to forgive you, we'll just count six lashes more.
CRACK!
I shouted silently. Already I felt he had covered most of my bottom, how wrong I was!. Suddenly I had an inspiration.
- Master, I beg you please forgive me for looking at you and at your crotch in class. Please, forgive me, I am a slave and you are so beautiful.
CRACK!
- Don't justify yourself, fag. Just count six from now. And don't dare to look at me again in class.
He duly administered the six remaining lashes. I felt that I was not going able to sit in the condition he had left my bottom. I withdrew my hands from my balls exhausted. I didn't attemp to follow his movements, but on retrospective, I now know he was putting a condom. I just suddenly felt him on top of me, my sore bottom making me cry.
- Now, be calm. I'm going to _f_u_c_k_ you. You must like it.
I was in a perfect position to be _f_u_c_k_ed, face down, bottom up, exhausted, and in love. His penis found easily his mark and soon we were dancing in rhythm.
When he came, I did too. I turned and started kissing his face and then his mouth. We kept ourselves entangled like that a good while.