Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 17:46:25 -0800 (PST) From: Casual Observer <razihaze (at) yahoo (dot) com> Subject: Pyke & Tyke, Chapter II Pyke & Tyke by RaziHaze All standard disclaimers apply. All characters in the following story (its preceding chapters, and its subsequent chapters) are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. The author does not condone the actions in the following story. There is a strict line between fantasy and reality, and, under no circumstances, should adults and minors have sexual activity in real life. In real life, no one under the age of eighteen (in fact, very few people under the age of twenty-one, in the author's opinion), should be having sex, because they are not mature enough. If you are seriously considering having sex with a minor, please read no further, and instead seek immediate psychiatric help. remember to keep your fantasy life and your real life very separate! The following story (its preceding chapters, and its subsequent chapters) contain gay sex, sex between adults and minors, oral sex, anal sex, anal-oral contact (rimming), urination (watersports), interracial sex, group sex, and others. if any of this offends you, please press the back button on your browser now. Under no circumstances should this story (or its preceding chapters, and its subsequent chapters) be published on any websites without the author's explicit consent. If you wish to contact the author for the purposes of redistributing this story, you may do so at Razi Haze @ Yahoo . com (remove the spaces). The following are story codes that apply to this chapter and/or preceding and/or subsequent chapters: M/B, M+/B, WS, Rimming, PED, Gay, First, Orgy Now sit back, drop those pants, and enjoy the story! Chapter II Bailey closed his eyes, and basked in the warm water, letting Pyke's arms envelop him, making him feel whole for the first time in his young life. After about fifteen minutes of this, and once Pyke was satisfied that the two of them were clean, they exited the tub and dried off. "How long can I stay here?" asked Bailey, who had assumed that his new position as a cock slave was only temporary. "Well," began Pyke as he lifted the toilet seat and aimed his flaccid cock at the water. "I'm not kicking you out anytime soon, tyke." He turned his head toward the boy, and spoke in a calm and kind voice, "Aim my cock for me, faggot." Bailey rolled his eyes. Now that the flood of blissful orgasm had temporarily left his body, he was a little perturbed by being called a "faggot." Nonetheless, he walked toward his new master, and grasped his giant cock, aiming it toward the toilet. Unconsciously, Bailey muttered a small, "oh," when he grabbed the monster dick, as his own tiny member started to stiffen. Pyke let his hand rest on the back of Bailey's head, as let loose a powerful stream of hot, yellow piss. "You can stay here as long as you want, tyke...you just have to follow my rules." "What are your rules?" replied Bailey, his eyes glued to the jet of urine as it sprayed forth into the toilet. There was something mesmerizing about this; partially because he was serving Pyke, and partially because what he was doing was so dirty. Bailey had always been a little rule-breaking punk, as far as he was concerned; but he had never really been dirty. And nothing compared to the fantastic feeling of being truly perverted. "Well, you're going to have to do stuff like this a lot, Bailey," said Pyke, his hand drifting down the boy's back. "Giving me help in the bathroom, that is. You'll also have your duties as my cock slave, but we already discussed that." Bailey chuckled and mumbled "cock slave," to himself then scoffed jokingly. "Let's see...You're also not allowed to wear clothes while you're in my house without my express permission." Pyke looked down at Bailey, and grabbed his hair lightly, turning his face upward to meet his, "Is that understood, faggot?" "Yeah," replied Bailey with a bit of an attitude. "Duh! I already said I'd be your cock slave." He winked at his master. "Your wish is my command," he giggled. "Why do you keep calling me a faggot?" the boy asked, looking away so Pyke wouldn't be able to tell how embarrassed he was by that term. "Why do you think I keep calling you a faggot?" Bailey knew the answer but he shrugged anyway. The stream of urine died down, and Bailey proceeded to shake the tip of the cock, watching little yellow droplets fly into the toilet. Even after Pyke was done pissing, Bailey refused to let go of the cock. He never wanted to stop touching it. "You like me don't you, Bailey?" Pyke emphasized the word `like,' so Bailey would understand his meaning. "Yeah!" Bailey smiled and looked up into Pyke's eyes again. "Of course I do!" "And what do you call guys who fall in love with other guys?" asked Pyke rhetorically. "Yeah, but what if I like girls too?" "Do you?" asked Pyke. Bailey shrugged, "You're the only person I've ever really, y'know...liked." he wanted to say "love," but he was almost certain it was too soon to start with that. "So, you're a faggot then," commanded Pyke. Bailey looked up to protest, but he was promptly cut off. "And if anyone asks," continued Pyke. "You are to tell them just that. As long as you're my cock slave, you will admit to being gay...or bisexual...or whatever you realize you are as you get older. Okay?" Bailey thought for a moment before realizing that this was part of his duty as a cock slave. "I got it, I got it." "Good!" Pyke smile, and bent down, giving the boy a quick kiss on the cheek. Bailey, though, would have none of that! He threw both of his arms around Pyke's neck and planted a full kiss on the man's mouth, and began sliding his tongue in between Pyke's lips. He didn't let go of Pyke's neck until he felt like their passionate kiss was complete. "Now," said Pyke, very glad he had found such a perfect boy. "Let me teach you how to give yourself an enema." "Enema?" asked Bailey as he started to make his way toward the bathroom door. "Is that one of those barrier reef things?" "That's an anemone," Pyke began a trek toward the sink and bent down. Bailey stared uncontrollably at Pyke rummaging around amongst the pipes and whatever was stored in the cabinet beneath the counter. Pyke's legs were spread and his knees bent and, consequently, his ass cheeks. Bailey knew how sweaty Pyke's balls, thighs, and crotch could be; and now he imagined the sweat that built up between the man's hairy ass cheeks, and around the, now visible, asshole. Bailey's cocklette throbbed, keeping time like a metronome. Pyke stood up carrying an unopened box with an enema inside. Pyke had bought it over a year ago from a local pharmacy, anticipating that one of his male companions would need it. But, for whatever reason, it was never used. Either Pyke's other boys had cleaned themselves ahead of time, or had just given Pyke a blowjob. "This is an enema." Pyke opened the box and motioned for Bailey to watch him as he filled it with warm water at the sink. Bailey watched and listened with interest as Pyke explained how to use the device; nodding and adding an occasional "uh-huh," as the man spoke. "So, basically, it'll keep my ass clean for when you fuck me," Bailey said matter-of-factly. He knew that it was just a matter of time before Pyke's giant cock made its home up his ass. He was actually excited for that. Pyke nodded. "Make sure you use the enema at least twice a day: in the morning when you brush you teeth, and at night before you go to bed. It's one of my rules." Bailey walked to the toilet, "Got it." He put one let up on the toilet seat, giving Pyke an amazing view of his exposed, virgin, rosebud, and inserted the enema's nozzle. Pyke watched the lad for a moment, making sure that Bailey was using the enema correctly, before leaving the bathroom. As comfortable as Pyke was letting Bailey (or anyone for that matter) watch him while he went to the bathroom, he had absolutely no interest in Bailey using the toilet. He returned to his bedroom and got dressed. He finished dressing just as his new cock slave existed the restroom, clean as a whistle. "So, punk," began Pyke as he slipped on his wristwatch. "Why don't you get dressed -- your clothes should be out of the washing machine by now -- and brush your teeth; then we'll go get that belly button pierced. How's that sound?" Bailey just smiled. Within a half-hour the two had finished getting ready and made it downtown. Pyke parallel parked his car, and the two trekked up and down the large and busy sidewalk. Bailey occasionally stopping to look through the storefront windows. About a half-mile down from where they had parked the car was the Tattoo Hut. Over the past year, as Pyke slowly had his sleeve of tattoos added to his left arm, he had bonded with that tattoo artist, Hank Wilkinson, over their shared bisexuality. They had never had a romantic or sexual relationship, though (neither being the other's type), but their personalities were certainly compatible as friends. As they entered the tattoo parlor, and smell of beer and stale pot flooded their noses, Bailey did all he could to keep from laughing out of sheer excitement. He was finally going to get a piercing! "Long time no see," said Hank, who was standing behind the counter. He was a heavily-tattooed man, wearing a leather vest, jeans, and construction boots. He had a completely shaved head, adorned with an eyebrow ring and a braided chin beard. As he held out his hand to shake Pyke's, his vest flew open slightly, revealing that each of his nipples were pierced. Bailey was mesmerized by the sheer manliness that cascaded from the man behind the counter. "It must've been, what, a whole month since you finished my sleeve?" said Pyke with a deep chuckle in his voice as he shook Hank's hand. "What're you interested in today, my friend?" asked Hank. "For me? Nothing. But my new friend, Bailey, is interested in a belly-button piercing." Bailey looked up at Hank, nodding his head forward, and -- in the toughest-sounding voice his could muster -- said, "`Sup?" Hank motioned with his head toward the back of the shop, behind a black curtain, as he laughed. "Well, then a belly-button ring you shall have." One behind the curtain, Bailey lowered himself onto the big chair, and lifted up his shirt, revealing a tiny, innie navel. Pyke moved behind the boy, grabbing Bailey's old, worn shirt and pulling it completely over his head. Bailey briefly turned his head up, looking at Pyle, before looking forward again. Pyke placed his hand on his boy's chest and stroked it gently, feeling the boy's heart race with anticipation. Pyke looked down at the boy's perfect chest and tiny nipples, when it finally hit him that he was planning on having sex with this boy...again. The last time he had sex with someone more than once was during his relationship with Brandy, and that had still only lasted a few months. But Bailey, despite how independent he was, was still just a boy, and Pyke was making a commitment to keep this boy around, until he was capable of taking care of himself permanently. Even if Pyke tired of the boy sexually, he could never, really, give him up: he had too much of conscience. However, unlike all of Pyke's previous -- and temporary -- lovers, Bailey was still young and malleable. The boy could be trained and molded into be the ideal sex slave. Pyke didn't have to worry about whether or not the boy shared his fetishes, or enjoyed sex one way over another: because Bailey was a blank slate. Maybe this boy was the perfect lover for Pyke. And maybe this relationship would last where all his others failed. Pyke pinched Bailey's left nipple, and said, "you're going to look so sexy with a belly button ring." He didn't care if Hank heard; Hank wouldn't care if he was fucking a minor. Bailey blushed. He wasn't blushing because he was called "sexy," he was blushing because he was called "sexy" in front of someone else, Hank. And, somehow, Pyke could sense that. Bailey was more than a little embarrassed, and something about that made his little dick harden slightly. The small tent forming in his ripped shorts didn't go unnoticed by Pyke either; he quickly came to the conclusion that his new cock slave liked being humiliated. Pyke smiled broadly. Hank had rolled his stool over to Bailey, his piercing gun in one hand and a series of rings in the other. "Any preference?" he asked as he held his hand out, revealing studs of every color for Bailey to choose. Bailey mulled over his choices when Pyke's spoke, "The purple one." Pyke had decided that Bailey looked good in the indigo shirt he had worn earlier. Bailey nodded at Pyke's choice, and Hank positioned the piercing gun above the boy's belly button. Bailey barely reacted as the silver stud broke his skin. It hurt a little bit, but he would never admit to pain, and certainly not allow himself to cry. The whole experience was over quickly, and Bailey had a new belly button piercing. Pyke helped him put his shirt back on. Bailey held the bottom of his shirt up to just below his nipples, as he stared downward, fascinated by the violet stud in his navel. In fact, even after Pyke had paid Hank, and the two had exited the tattoo parlor, Bailey refused to let the bottom of his shirt drop for about five minutes. Pyke encouraged Bailey to browse a few of the shops over the next hour, intent on deciphering more of the boy's interests before lunch. Pyke learned that Bailey had, at one point, saved up for a skateboard. The boy had carefully hoarding away excess lunch money and hidden it in a shoebox for five months before securing enough for a cheap second-hand board. A board that he adorned with stickers, and graffiti, and had taken apart and rebuilt three times. He was so pleased and attached to his board, that he rarely went anywhere with out it. Bailey even placing in a few local, hastily-thrown-together competitions with the skateboard. Then, only a few days ago, it was stolen by a much older teenager during Bailey journey from Minnesota to Ohio. When 12:30 rolled around, the two stopped at a caf√©, Delilah's, for something to eat. Pyke ordered a salad, and Bailey ordered a cheeseburger at the counter, and waited at an outdoor table for their food to arrive. "We should stop on the way home and get you some new clothes," said Pyke as he sipped some coffee, his eyes trained on the holes speckling Bailey's old shirt. Bailey grinned at first. He wasn't grinning because he was getting new clothes (although, that fact certainly pleased him); rather, he was happy because he Pyke had called his house "home," implying that it was now just as much Bailey's as it was his. He follows this smile with a shrug: he didn't want Pyke to feel obligated into buying him things. "Thanks." Although he was grateful. After lunch, Pyke and Bailey stopped in a grand total of four clothing stores -- although, they only purchased clothes in three of them. Pyke let Bailey pick out ever outfit, only occasionally encouraging the lad to choose specific colors; Pyke was, at this point, convinced that not only did Bailey look really good in purple, but Pyke was significantly more attracted to him when he was wearing that color. In the end, they had purchased about dozen pairs of cargo shorts, pants, and the like; and about two dozen t-shirts. Bailey picked out a new pair of sneakers, and a collection of colorful ankle socks. Pyke made a point of not letting Bailey pick out any underwear. One done, the man and boy brought the flood of bags back to the car, and locked them in the trunk. Pyke turned to Bailey and ran his hand through the lad's hair. He pulled out his wallet, and handed his cock slave five, crisp $20 bills. "I have to pick up something at a store that's a few miles away," he began. "I want you to go buy yourself a new skateboard, and whatever else you can get with a hundred bucks, and meet me back in front of Delilah's in one hour. Okay?" Bailey was brimming. He was going to get a new skateboard, and a good one at that; not a cheap, second-hand one. "Yeah!" Pyke had a few other motives behind this sending Bailey out on his own though. Aside from this brief separation giving him time to collect a few `gifts' for his boy, this was giving Bailey an opportunity to leave. He certainly did not want Bailey to leave; but he wanted to give Bailey that chance. Pyke wanted to be one-hundred-percent sure that Bailey was staying with him under his own free will. He was giving Bailey a choice: he could buy a new skateboard, and return to a new, sex-filled life, or he could take the $100 and run; maybe make it all the way to New York City. With trepidation in his heart, Pyke kissed Bailey's forehead, and entered into his car. He rolled down his window, "one hour." Bailey nodded and ran off down the sidewalk toward the skate shop he had browsed in only a few hours ago. For the next hour, as Pyke picked out the numerous `gifts' he was planning on giving to Bailey, he could only focus on that scary possibility that he would return to Delilah's and find no one. He gulped audibly as the cashier rung up his purchases. Pyke drove back to Delilah's, and parallel parked his car. He looked around for a few moments, trying to find the boy. When he didn't immediately find Bailey waiting on the stoop outside Delilah's, his heart sank. He couldn't believe it: he was actually upset! This shouldn't be happening. He had gone through countless one night stands over the years, and had never once been upset by `losing' someone. Pyke tried to coax himself into letting it go: he could still return all those clothes he had just bought. That was when the door to Delilah's flung open, and Bailey ran outside. He was carrying a new, purple skateboard in one hand, and a coffee in the other. "Hey!" He shouted. "Don't leave without me." Bailey walked up to Pyke and handed him the coffee, "I think I remembered it right...extra cream, no sugar, and like a tablespoon of cinnamon, right?" Pyke nodded, took a sip of the coffee, and tousled Bailey's hair. "Get in the car, punk," he said with a smile. The two got into the car and drove away. ---------- Once back at the house, Pyke and Bailey brought the numerous bags inside. During this process, Bailey had a tough time putting down his new skateboard. Bailey lifted up the large, plastic bag filled with the items that Pyke had bought when the two separated for that hour. "What's in here anyway?" he asked as he balanced the bag in one had with his skateboard in the other. "You'll see..." Pyke closed and locked the trunk before heading inside. Once inside Pyke looked over and down at Bailey, and raised an eyebrow. "You're forgetting something, punk." Bailey thought for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "The rules," continued Pyke. Bailey understood immediately and swiftly removed his shirt, while Pyke made his way toward the couch, reclining next to a flurry of shopping bags. As Bailey kicked off one of his new sneakers, Pyke held up his hand in protest, "give me a show, cock slave." Bailey chuckled. "Pervert." He kicked his other sneaker, then slowly began unbuttoning the fly on his torn cargo shorts. He edged them down his hips, now only clad in boxer briefs that should've been thrown out years ago. Bailey made his way over to Pyke, and straddled his legs on either side of Pyke's. He leaned in and kissed the man passionately on his neck, feeling the rough, sandpaper-like five o'clock shadow grind against his cheeks. "I'm gonna rock your world, sexy man." "You're a fast learner," replied Pyke, running his hand down Bailey's back, letting it rest right above his perfect, bubbly ass. "I am," said Bailey with all the confidence in the world. "I'm also smart, and I kick ass, now why don--" "--Finish getting undressed," commanded Pyke. "I wan't to see my new slave in all his glory." Bailey scooted off of the man's lap, and stood back up. With his back turned, he started bending his waist, his back arched, shimmying his tight boxer briefs down past his knees. He bent over further as he kicked the underwear across the hardwood floor of the living room, revealing his tight, pink -- still virginal -- hole. And he knew that was exactly what he was doing. He was teasing Pyke. Now naked, the satyr-boy fell to his hands and knees, and crawled over toward Pyke, mimicking how he imagined a stripper must act. Once he had made his way between Pyke's legs, Bailey readjusted himself so he was kneeling, then leaned his head forward and inhaled. He wanted to smell the sweat that had built up along Pyke's inner thighs over the hours they had shopped downtown. With a hint of nervousness in his eyes, Bailey opened his mouth, and slid out his tiny, pink tongue, and licked Pyke's fly, ending with a kiss on Pyke's pant button. "What do you want me to do?" "I'm going up to my bedroom," began Pyke. Bailey leaned back as Pyke started standing. "And I'm gonna teach you how to give me a `round the world." "What's a `round the world?" asked Bailey as he sat down on the floor, his legs spread, and his three-inch cocklette pointing strait toward the sky. "I'll teach you," responded Pyke. He reached over toward one of the many shopping bags on the couch, and tossed it casually toward Bailey. "Pick out a pair, and put it on, before you come upstairs." The bag that Pyke had tossed to Bailey was filled with what he had purchased during their hour separation earlier that day. Within it were about twenty pairs of low-rise bikini briefs (mostly colored purple), and a ten-inch, transparent purple dildo -- just a little smaller than Pyke's own ten and a half-inch monster cock. The store that Pyke had visited was an adult-oriented lingerie, sex-toy, and porn shop called "Diamond in the Rough." By the time the bags contents had registered in Bailey's mind, Pyke was already upstairs, in the master bedroom. Tentatively Bailey removed a pair of purple bikini briefs from the bag, when it hit him that -- aside from the torn boxer briefs he had just kicked across the room, and another equally worn pair that he had packed for his journey from Minnesota -- these were the only pairs of underwear he owned. That meant that he'd have to wear slutty underwear while he was skateboarding, going to school, and going through everyday non-sexual activities. This thought was, on one hand, humiliating. On the other hand though, his cocklette twitched at the idea of being sexualized and (somewhat) objectified. Bailey resolved not to think about the implications of the underwear-situation, and just shrugged. He slipped on the pair of underwear -- he had chosen the purple one because he had figured out at this point that Pyke liked it when he wore that color. They were a perfect fit, and very-low rise, showing off a substantial portion of his ass crack. He stared over his shoulder, trying to get a good look at his ass. Once satisfied, he started toward the master bedroom, holding the dildo in his left hand. The bedroom door was opened, and, once Bailey made his way past the threshold, a flash of light hit his eyes. Naked, and sitting on a lounge chair, was Pyke, holding his digital camera. "Pose for me, punk" commanded Pyke. He threw one of his hands behind his head, revealing his hairy and sweaty armpit. His cock, although still not fully hard, was still massive, and, in its semi-erect state, pointed directly at Bailey. Bailey knew that it was just a matter of minutes before he would be on his knees kissing Pyke's balls, and cleaning the smegma out from under his foreskin, and he smiled. He put one hand on his hip, and turned his head on an angle, and held up the giant dildo close to his face: a pose he imagined was sexy. Pyke snapped a picture of his boy. "Move closer to me, tyke." Bailey rolled his eyes and walked closer to Pyke until he was standing between the man's hairy legs. The musky smell emanating from Pyke's crotch bombarded Bailey's senses making his cock throb and his heartbeat accelerate. Bailey took a deep breath and wagged the dildo in Pyke's direction. "What's this for?" he asked, as if he didn't know. "What do you think?" Bailey just laughed. "Blow it," commanded Pyke forcefully. Bailey fell to his knees and placed the base of the dildo on the floor, pointing it up toward the ceiling. Pyke removed himself from the chair and knelt down in front of the boy, his camera aimed at Bailey's face and sly smile. Bailey opened his mouth, and let his tiny pink tongue slide out; he slowly swiped his tongue along the shaft of the dildo, from balls to head. Pyke snapped a picture of this marvelous act, causing Bailey to chuckle. Bailey liked being dirty, and, even more than that, he liked that Pyke saw him as dirty. As he continued licking the rubber cock, Bailey inadvertently moaned. He giggled again as he moaned: he didn't mean to sigh as he licked (the rubber didn't even taste that good), but the sheer perverseness of his actions lit him aflame with passion. He opened his mouth and descended onto the monstrous phallus, swallowing a full nine inches with ease. With his cheeks bulging, his hands gripping rubber testicles, and his throat stretched, Bailey looked up at Pyke. "You're such a fuckin' perv, you know that, tyke?" asked Pyke, his own cock now nearing full mast. Bailey responded with an enthused, "Mm-hmm." The boy gulped and swallowed, massaging the dildo with his throat, as if it were real and feeling pleasure. He started bobbing his head up and down on purple cock, leaving a trail of saliva streaking up the shaft of the dildo. He never stopped moaning. And Pyke never stopped taking pictures. "Okay, faggot...you can stop now." Pyke said. Bailey, regretfully, pulled the dildo from his throat and mouth, a puddle of saliva exiting with the phallus. He turned his face to Pyke and, with a devious look in his eyes, licked his lips. "Yours tastes better." "That's what I like to hear," said Pyke, standing up. "Ready to give me a `round the world?" He walked over to the lounge chair and sunk into it. Bailey crawled between Pyke's legs, and repositioned himself so he was sitting on his knees; he was eye level with the hard cock he had learned to love over the past day. He leaned forward, shoved his nose directly into Pyke's bushy pubic hair and sniffed loudly. "So," said Bailey, his nose still buried in hair. "What's a `round the world?" "You're going to lick every inch of my body," answered Pyke matter-of-factly. "Well I know where I'm going to start," said Bailey. He moved his head downward and started kissing and licking the man's giant balls. He let his tiny tongue gently caress the front of Pyke's right testicle to the base of his dick. Bailey lifted the testicle with his tiny hand then shoved his face underneath the slick ball sack. He licked the underside of Pyke's right testicle, letting his tongue slide softly along the taint. He sighed as the wonderful musky and salty taste enveloped his tongue. The sound of lips smacking, and skin slapping filled the room. Pyke wanted Bailey to continue...but he also wanted to last. "Calm down for a moment, tyke." Bailey pulled his head out from the man's crotch and looked up at Pyke quizzically. "What's wrong." "Start on my toes, punk," was Pyke's only command. "Now." Bailey smiled and scooted down to the floor, lying on the hardwood on his stomach. He lifted himself up slightly, not liking the feeling of his new piercing poking into him when he laid flat on his stomach. Bailey sniffed Pyke's size 12 and a half foot, and found that -- like the scent of Pyke's crotch and sweat in general -- he liked the fragrance. He grabbed Pyke's left foot in between both of his small hands, and held it to his face. He opened his mouth and let the big to slide between his lips. He let his tongue slide over the surface of the calloused toe, and he let a flurry of sensations overtake his body. Feverishly he bobbed his mouth up and down on the toe, before switching to the next one down the line. He stuck his tongue between the toes and let his saliva bathe the knuckles, kissing them as he shuffled from digit to digit. Pulling his face up momentarily, a dreamy-eyed Bailey looked at Pyke's face and commented, "even your feet taste good, dude." He softly kissed the foot before him, and switched to the right foot, where he repeated the process of kissing, licking, and sucking. After a few minutes, Bailey started letting his tongue slide up toward Pyke's ankles, intent on tasting even the `boring' parts of his master. "Okay, tyke, let's keep movin'," said Pyke, looking downward. "Huh?" "Come up here," Pyke continued, leaning back in his chair, and indicating that Bailey should join him. Bailey rolled his eyes, and stood up, then crawled into Pyke's lap. He made sure to duck his head down as he climbed onto Pyke, making his face get as close as possible to Pyke's sweaty crotch. Nothing he had experienced was as awesome as that smell...well, maybe its taste. He now straddled Pyke, his knees nestled on either side of the man's thighs. Bailey smiled; he wanted to kiss Pyke, but thought -- considering that his tongue had just been massaging Pyke's sweating toes -- that maybe he should wait until later: maybe after he had brushed his teeth. Instead he stared into Pyke's beautiful brown eyes and asked, "What now?" "My chest needs a tongue bath too, cock slave," said Pyke as he leaned forward and kissed Bailey's forehead. Bailey, to his own surprise, blushed. He knelt downward, sliding part of his legs off the chair, until his face was level with the bush of wiry pubic hair adorning Pyke's massive cock like a lion's mane. Lowering his head and pursing his lips, Bailey planted a soft kiss at the center of Pyke's mass of pubic hair. He inhaled, and sniffed, letting the wonderful smell of man overtake him. He was oblivious to the fact that Pyke was still snapping pictures. Bailey's tiny tongue exited between his lips once more, and he swiped a long, passionate swipe from the hairy bush of Pyke's crotch up toward his belly button, occasionally letting a tiny kiss pepper the path. He let his eyes wander upward to see the expression on Pyke's face before giggling slightly. He brazenly dug his tongue inside Pyke's belly button, and swirled it around, new flavors flooding his mouth. He closed his eyes, and proceeded to vigorously make out with the tiny hole, occasionally moaning or sighing just a little too loudly. Bailey began to mumble , "I lo..." but stopped. Bailey wasn't sure if he was going to say "I love you," or "I love doing this." But, he was sure that he was going to say something he wasn't ready to say. He stopped himself before Pyke realized he was doing anything other than mumbling. About five minutes and twenty pictures later, Bailey decided he had finished his loving assault on Pyke's navel, and slid his tongue further upward toward Pyke's chest. "Suck my nipples, faggot," ordered Pyke as his right hand grabbed the back of Bailey's head and guided toward his left nipple. "Right there." Bailey, without questioning, opened his mouth and pressed his tongue to the pointed center of the brownish nipple, letting his lips encircle the rest of it. He sucked in, like a vacuum, pulling one the nipple with a little more force than he had sucked on Pyke's belly button. Bailey's eyes closed, and his eyelashes tickled Pyke's left pectoral. The lad threw one hand onto Pyke's shoulder, and let the other grip Pyke's right nipple and pectoral. He squeezed slightly on the right nipple while he sucked on the left. He let his hand and fingers run through Pyke's wiry chest hair, enjoying the sensation as he did so. He was now moaning loudly and unabashedly. Pyke laid his hand on Bailey's forehead and pushed him gently away from his nipple. Bailey opened his eyes in response, and looked up at Pyke questioningly. Pyke smiled, and -- unbeknownst to Bailey -- flipped a switch on his digital camera, setting it to video. "You're such a good faggot, tyke," he said in a gruff voice. Bailey smiled. "Uh-huh," he said without thinking. "You like doing all of this, tyke?" "Yeah," Bailey responded. He was just telling the truth. He was too overcome with sensation to censor himself. "Tell me what you are." "I'm your cock slave," he chuckled and kissed Pyke's nipple softly. "And I love worshipping your body," he continued. The word `worshipping' had just come to him. He didn't ponder on the phrase before he spoke it: it just came out. But, after he said it, he realized it was true. As far as Bailey was concerned, Pyke was a god, and Bailey was his zealous (or, possibly over-zealous) priest. Bailey was worshipping him. Pyke was taken aback by Bailey's admission, and his heart skipped a beat. Not even the kinkiest of his numerous partners had ever muttered words half as perfect as that. He breath quickened for a second, and his massive cock throbbed. He gulped before decided how to respond. "Good boy. Now, get back to your worshipping, and, if you do a good job, I'll give you a big, cum-filled, reward." "Oh yeah!" said Bailey as he dove his face back downward. He let his tongue return to massaging Pyke's nipple. After another few minutes at Pyke's left nipple, he readjusted himself and repeated his actions on the man's right nipple. He gently pinched and played with Pyke's hairy chest and he sucked. Without thinking, Bailey closed his eyes and just let the myriad of sensations overcome him. And, after still another few minutes -- Pyke recording a video the entire time -- Bailey decided he had finished on Pyke's right nipple. Bailey stuck his tongue out again, and swiped it in the crease beneath Pyke's hefty pectorals. He got a few stray hairs lodged in his mouth in the process, but also gathered a lot of sweat on his tongue. When he was done he rested his head on Pyke's chest and looked up into his eyes. "What's next?" Bailey asked. He shifted his gaze so he was looking directly into the camera. Bailey had concluded from the fact that he hadn't seen a flash or heard a shutter click in some time, that Pyke must be recording a video now; and decided that he should be playing to the camera. Pyke held the camera in his right hand and lifted his left hand over his head, revealing his hairy, sweaty, dripping, armpit. "Work on my armpit next, faggot." Pyke smiled down at Bailey. Bailey didn't hesitate for a second. He just grinned shifted himself so that he was kneeling, and dove his face directly into Pyke's armpit. Before licking he inhaled deeply; he wanted to smell that wonderful, intoxicating scent that was Pyke's manly sweat. He moaned loudly. He opened his lips and took some armpit hair into his mouth. He sucked on the hair, squeezing the sweat from between the strands, and swallowing rapidly. Bailey opened his mouth again, and stuck out his tongue. He let it glide up the length of Pyke's underarm, matting down the wiry hair as he did so. He repeated this motion again and again. Continuing for close to five minutes before all of Pyke's armpit hair lay flat against his skin, and Bailey was sufficiently satisfied that he had sucked out every last drop of sweat from the underarm. Bailey didn't wait for any word from Pyke; instead he switched sides and grabbed Pyke's powerful right bicep, lifting the arm above the man's head. He dove his face directly into Pyke's other arm and started the process again. Doing this left the camera in Pyke's right hand; making for a very awkward view angle. But, it left Pyke's left hand free. Pyke used this opportunity to grab Bailey's ass. He rubbed it softly at first, then he slapped it gently. Pyke gripped the beautiful bubble butt in his hand, and squeezed and kneaded it roughly. "I'm gonna fuck that ass before the week is over," he said commandingly; and he meant it. He didn't plan on fucking Bailey that day, he needed to get Bailey ass used to a finger or two first...but it wouldn't be long before Pyke would bury his entire ten and a half inches inside his cock slave, and he knew it. Bailey knew this was true to. The feeling of his ass being rubbed. But, more than that, Bailey liked being told that he was going to get fucked. He actually looked forward to pleasing Pyke. He hadn't even known the man for a full day, but there was nothing he had ever been more sure of in his short life: nothing felt better than making Pyke feel good. Pyke slipped his finger between Bailey's ass cheeks, and started poking gently at the boy's virginal hole. Pyke removed his finger, and brought it toward Bailey's face. Bailey looked up at the large finger before him. "Yeah?" he asked. "Suck it." said Pyke. Bailey complied. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and pretended that the finger before him was dick. He sucked on it, and slobbered on it. He removed the finger from his mouth and licked it from base to tip before planting a kiss on the nail. He looked up at Pyke, "Like that?" Pyke nodded and moved the finger back to the boy's asshole. In one, quick motion, he pushed the finger, down to the first knuckle, inside Bailey's ass. Bailey's head flung backward, as the boy released an exclamatory "Oh!" A bit of pain shot through his nerves. But that pain was mixed equally with pleasure. Then, slowly, the pain subsided. Bailey turned his head over his shoulder to watch as Pyke started extracting the finger slowly before reinserting it. Bailey matched each thrust of the finger with an enthusiastic "uh," or "ooh." He was getting fingered! Bailey realized that he had temporarily forgotten his job and turned his head back to Pyke's armpit, shoved his face back into the hairy forest of underarm hair, and continued licking. Pyke, meanwhile, didn't let up, as he continued vigorously finger fucking his cock slave. When Pyke noticed that Bailey was pushing his ass into the finger with every thrust -- and, consequently, realizing that Bailey must enjoy the sensation --¬ Pyke decided to add another finger. In one sharp movement, Pyke pulled his middle finger out from Bailey's tight hole, and reinserted it, alongside his index finger. He roughly started thrusting in-and-out with two fingers, as Bailey's tongue invaded his underarm. That was when Pyke noticed that Bailey was humping against his hand even faster than before. The flood of feeling that was hitting Bailey was all too much for him to handle. He suddenly couldn't keep his eyelids open anymore. His jaw dropped and saliva dripped from between his lips. Bailey eyes rolled back, and his toes started to curl. He felt his left knee bend, while his right knee buckled. His breathing rate tripled, and he lost all sense of where he was. Suddenly, he was floating, he was back in that heavenly place that he had experienced for the first time only hours earlier. All of his fears and anxieties were washed away again, and replaced once more with pure bliss. Everything was in the right place in his universe, and paradise had made its home tingling under Bailey's skin. His tiny, three-inch cocklette, throbbed, and his muscles lost their momentum. But, slowly, Bailey settled back in reality, and his eyes slowly opened. He found himself looking again at Pyke's sweaty, hairy, and now saliva-covered armpit. He cooed softly. "Did my little cock slave have another orgasm?" asked Pyke as he gently removed his fingers from between Bailey's tight asshole. Bailey just mumbled a quite "uh-huh." He started to sit back up, until he fell into place in Pyke's lap. "It was awesome." "That's a good boy, tyke." Pyke responded. "But you're job's not done yet." Bailey, still recovering slightly from his orgasm, smiled broadly. "What's next, sexy?" "Now it's time for my rim job." "What's that?" asked the boy, anxious to find out. "Get between my legs." Bailey shrugged and slid off the chair, and between Pyke's legs. Instinctively, he moved his head forward, and sniffed Pyke's massive balls. Letting his tongue slide, and play with Pyke's piercing. That was when Pyke lifted his legs. As Pyke's knees went up until they rested on the chair, Bailey lowered his head slightly, and started bathing Pyke's crotch and taint as he had done earlier that morning. He moaned, enjoying the wonderful taste of the man's sweaty groin. "Lower," said Pyke gently. Bailey complied, and moved his face downward until his tongue rested nearer to the bottom of Pyke's taint. "A rim job, tyke," began Pyke as he aimed the camera at Bailey's face. "A rim job is when you give my asshole a tongue bath...can you do that, faggot?" Bailey took a second to pull his head back and look directly at Pyke's asshole. It was dark brown, and very hairy. There was even hair coming out of Pyke's asshole...something that surprised the lad. The hole was so dark that Bailey couldn't tell if it was clean or not. But, based on the fact that the hair was matted down, Bailey could tell that the ass crack was as sweaty as, if not sweatier than, Pyke's armpits. That excited the lad, whose cocklette was already at full mast again. He knew he enjoyed the smell, as the scent flowed toward his nostrils. Bailey gulped, and decided that this would be the true test of how good a cock slave he could be. He leaned forward, and, tentatively, stuck out his tongue. He touched his tongue to Pyke's asshole to discover that -- as he predicted -- he enjoyed the taste as much as he enjoyed the smell. He smiled, stuck his tongue out further, and began licking the hole vigorously. "Good boy," was all Pyke needed to say. Bailey closed his eyes, and began bathing the crevasse in his saliva. He soon discovered, each time that this tongue touched the asshole itself, that Pyke's asshole wasn't all that clean. Sure, Pyke had wiped himself, but his asshole was by no means immaculate or even close. And Bailey didn't care at all. Bailey knew that cleaning a slightly-dirty ass with his tongue (for lack of a better phrase) was kinkier than rimming freshly-scrubbed one. And that just made his cocklette throb even more. The boy began making out with the ass crack. He sucked on the hairs, and used his tongue to scrub the sweatiest regions of Pyke's cavern. "Stick your tongue up my asshole," directed Pyke from behind the video camera. Bailey didn't even think twice. He moved his head downward, and launched his tongue inside the sweaty abyss. It was by no means clean inside of Pyke, but Bailey didn't care. In fact, he relished the fact that Pyke wasn't entirely clean. He swirled his tongue around inside the hole. Bailey closed his eyes, turned his head to the side, and began tongue kissing the asshole, like a lover. He used his hands to kneads Pyke's hairy ass cheeks gently; but he never lost sight of his objective: to experience every flavor that inhabited Pyke's nether regions. It was at this point, that Bailey found himself unconsciously humping the air. His muscles weakened again, and his face started falling forward pushing his nose against Pyke's ass crack. Without even being touched, Bailey was having another orgasm. He found heaven re-entering his body. And his veins sparked alive again with the otherworldly sensation that had encompassed his body only minutes before. Somehow, despite the powerful feelings overcoming him, Bailey's tongue never lost its enthusiasm, as the boy continued to vigorously tongue Pyke's asshole. Once his orgasm had subsided, and Bailey was satisfied that he had sucked and licked off every drop of sweat and whatever else inhabited Pyke's ass, the boy leaned back onto the hardwood floor. He looked up at Pyke, and grinned broadly. "You got some brown on your nose, punk," said Pyke with a chuckle. He grabbed his cock at the base with his left hand, as he continued filming with the camera in his right hand. "Finish me off." Bailey didn't need to hear another word. He jumped upward and stared down at the beautiful ten and a half inch beauty before him. He stuck out his tongue and dug it underneath Pyke's foreskin, swirling it around enthusiastically, searching for smegma. Bailey grabbed the cock with his tiny hand and pulled the foreskin back; he swiped the tongue quickly underneath the cock head, picking up the final pieces of cock cheese before looking up into Pyke's eyes. Something about this whole experience made the boy blush. Bailey shook off the blush and lifted his head. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go and descended onto the monster cock before him. He pushed and pushed until his entire mouth was filled with the wonderful phallus. Then he pushed more, letting the head slide past his uvula and down his throat. It was at that point that Bailey decided that this time he was going to swallow the whole cock. Bailey closed his eyes, and relaxed his throat. He started sliding the cock downward, causing his neck to bulge ever-so-slightly. He had to concentrate on breathing through his nose, while simultaneously concentrate on not gagging. He felt Pyke's hand on the back of his head pushing him down more and more. Bailey breathed in heavily and his cocklette began throbbing again. Pyke let his fingers intertwine between Bailey's wavy, shaggy hair as he continued guiding the cock slave lower. He stopped when Bailey had swallowed about eight inches of the gigantic member, and moved his hand to the side of Bailey's face, rubbing the boy's cheek gently. Bailey, however, was not content to stop his descent, and pushed more. He continued downward, only stopping twice, briefly, to prevent himself from chocking. And soon, he felt his nose buried again in the fragrant mass of pubic hair that he loved so much. He inhaled through his nose, and felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. He had swallowed all ten and a half inches of the magnificent dick. Bailey reached out with his little fingers and started playing with Pyke's balls, while he swallowed, massing the cock with his throat. He founding himself once again unconsciously moaning. Bailey started bobbing his head up and down, as he let his right hand drift to Pyke's abdominal muscles. He played with Pyke's hair as he opened his eyes and looked up at the camera. He swallowed again. Pyke, at this point was getting ever-closer to his climax. He pulled back on Bailey's hair until just the head of his cock lay inside the boy's mouth. He was filled with pleasure at the sight of the cock slave before him. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, tyke. You want that?" "Mmm-hmm," was all Bailey could manage to mumble. He knew from that morning that semen had one of the most delicious flavors he had ever tasted. He bobbed his head and swirled his tongue with more energy than he had yet. He continued his assault on the cock head until he felt the mushroom-shaped head of the phallus expand in his cheeks. That was when the thick, white semen began unloading into the boy's mouth. Bailey swallowed furiously, trying to not spill a single drop. However, the cum squirted faster than Bailey could swallow, and he soon began to gag. Pyke grabbed Bailey by the hair and pulled him off the cock head before he choked, content on spraying the rest of his load onto the little punk's face. A total of twenty thick, gooey spurts landed on Bailey's cheeks, nose, eyes, and hair before Pyke's cumming finally subsided to a mere drizzle. Pyke wiped the head of his cock softly against Bailey's cheek, painting it for a moment...giving his face a good whitewash. Bailey sighed and grinned. He sat back onto the floor, and, without thinking too much about it, started scooping up the semen that covered his face with his fingers, and spooning it into his mouth. He moaned and smacked his lips as he licked his fingers clean. Pyke stood over the boy, and finished the video as the lad ate up the cup of semen that had just been poured all over his face. He flipped the switch on the camera, leaned back in his chair, and sighed. "You're amazing, Bailey." "Damn right!" Bailey chuckled. "You're not so bad yourself." The boy stood up and sat on Pyke's lap. He laid his head down on Pyke's hairy chest and breathed in deeply. "That was amazing." "You liked rimming me, tyke?" asked Pyke as he gently rubbed the boys back. "Totally!" said Bailey enthusiastically. He turned his head and looked into Pyke's eyes. "I can't wait to get fucked." "Be patient, punk," responded Pyke. "I'll be fucking you before the week's over." He squeezed Bailey's ass. "I own this ass." "You own all of me," said Bailey as if it were a simply plain fact. He liked being, for all intents and purposes, an object that Pyke owned. It gave him a sense of security. "I belong to you." Pyke lifted Bailey up and set him standing on the floor. Then Pyke stood up himself. "Come with me." He motioned to the boy and began moving toward the bathroom. Once inside the master bathroom, Pyke leaned against the tiled wall, and pointed at the large bathtub. "Sit in the tub." Bailey, who had followed Pyke like a puppy, shrugged. He walked toward the tub, and sat down, cross-legged, inside. He looked up at Pyke, and leaned back, his hands on the bottom of the tub behind him. "What now." "Now," began Pyke as he walked toward the tub until he was standing in front of Bailey. "I'm going to claim you as mine, officially." "What do you mean?" asked Bailey, curiously. "I'm going to mark you as my territory." Pyke smiled. Suddenly Bailey understood what was going to happen. Bailey had a little more than a second for the idea to sink in before urine started spraying out of the glorious cock above him. Pyke aimed the yellow stream first at Bailey's tiny three-incher. "Your cock belongs to me," he said. Bailey just smiled. The strong smell of the piss filled his nostrils, and the boy's wet cock started to throb harder than it had all day. Pyke aimed the cock upward. "Your chest is mine," he said, showering Bailey's nipples in the golden fluid. Bailey stood up quickly, and turned around. Without being told he bent over and displayed his ass for Pyke. "My ass is yours," he said without prompting. When he felt that his ass was sufficiently wet, Bailey turned back around and knelt down before Pyke. He was almost bowing to the man, the man he worshipped. Then Pyke moved his stream further upward. "Your face is mine." He started spraying Bailey's face and hair with piss. Bailey instinctively closed his eyes to prevent the stinging liquid from hitting them. "Open your mouth, punk," said Pyke as he aimed the urine directly at the boy's mouth. And, to Pyke's surprise, Bailey opened up. Not even the dirtiest of his one-night stands had done anything remotely as dirty as this. "Just let your mouth fill up." Pyke moved closer to the boy as his stream started to subside. Bailey's mouth started to overflow just a second or two before the pissing finally stopped. Bailey opened his eyes; he still didn't swallow. He looked directly into Pyke's eyes, with the most loving gaze he could muster. "Gargle my piss, punk," ordered Pyke. Bailey complied. And little droplets of urine splashed out of his mouth as he swirled the liquid around. "Swallow," commanded the man. And Bailey did just that. In two big gulps, his mouth was empty. And, just to prove that, he opened his mouth wide once he had swallowed to show that his mouth was now empty. "All gone," he said then chuckled. "I might have to add another bullet point to your job description as my cock slave." said Pyke as he shook his cock, flinging a few stray drops of piss onto Bailey. "What's that?" asked the boy as he stood back up, and leaned against the wall. "My urinal." Bailey laughed. "I like that idea." "Why don't you shower off, little faggot," said Pyke as he stretched. "Brush your teeth, get all clean, then we'll go watch TV for a little bit before diner." Pyke wanted to kiss Bailey; but the man had never really developed a taste for urine...plus, he was sure that Bailey's tongue probably also tasted of his ass. "Hurry up, though," Pyke said, as he made his way out of the bathroom. Bailey watched Pyke's hairy ass as he walked away. He loved the taste of that ass. He wanted to call out "I love you" to the man...but he was certain it was too soon in the relationship for that. Instead he just smiled warmly, and turned on the shower. I hope you enjoyed Chapter II. Please email me any comments, or constructive criticisms. Flames will be ignored. Razi Haze @ Yahoo . com (remove the spaces).