Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2010 17:19:57 EDT From: EddyRiha@aol.com Subject: games with stefan 33 The usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction, and those folks who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral preference, or by law should not read any further. All of the characters presented here are fictional representations, including the narrator. Some of the events and characters are inspired by actual events and people I encountered in my younger days, but the presentation here of events and characters in no way is meant to portray actual, historical persons and events. It's just a story. All stunts were performed by professionals. Do not attempt these at home. No riders of Le Tour de France were harmed in the writing or reading of this story. If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual acts, please do not read any further. Why, indeed, have you read this far? Games With Stefan Chapter #33-The Camping Trip (Part 6) "So what should we do now, Master?" Stefan asked. He and I were sitting outside the tent that Billy, Bobby, and Jamie shared, at some distance up the hill and past some thickets of rhododendrons and mountain laurel away from the center of the scout campsite. Each of the patrols had its own separate campsite, though none of those were allowed to have a campfire-only the central tent, where the scoutmaster and his assistant slept, had a campfire. That's also where each patrol had to bring its food to cook, taking turns over the coals at the large campfire. When we all arrived at their patrol campsite, Billy and Bobby slipped back into their clothes, though not (I noticed) into their underwear and socks, and brought their food down to the campfire, leaving Jamie in Stefan's and my capable hands. "Just don't leave any visible scars," Billy said with a wink. Jamie looked nervous, though he stood with his head down and his arms behind his back, an obedient slave. He had already seen how I treated my slave Stefan, and I knew he understood he would not be in any real danger in my hands. But he would learn more of what it meant to submit to a master-or in his case, two masters, Billy and Bobby. I let Jamie stand there a moment, with Stefan keeping an eye on him, as I strolled around the campsite, looking to see if anything suggested itself. The campsite was, as I said, at a distance from the central campfire of the scouts, and it was surrounded by thickets of rhododendrons and mountain laurel, which not only provided thick camouflage, but also discouraged anyone from sneaking up on us, as the twisted and intertwined branches looked rather difficult to crawl through. For a moment, I thought about making Jamie scramble through one of the thickets on some errand, but then I saw the creek running just beyond the campsite. It was a narrow stream, with lots of big rocks in and alongside the water, but as it passed the campsite, it opened up a little wider, with a calm pool surrounding a small grassy hillock in the middle. I walked over to the pool and made some mental calculations, then came back to Jamie. "Come with me, boy," I said gently. I pushed him ahead of me and nodded with my head to Stefan, who gathered up the various ropes and other accessories we'd carried down off the mountain. He watched as I led Jamie to the water, then into the water. "Lie down on the grass," I said, and he did, there being only enough grass on the hillock to support his lower chest and his belly, leaving his head and shoulders in the air on one end and his feet dangling in the water at the other. But not for long. I motioned to Stefan, who followed my lead in taking one of Jamie's hands and pulling it toward shore on that side, even as I pulled the other hand in the opposite direction. I slipped one of the ropes around his wrist, and then tied the other end of the rope to a young tree growing on the streambank. Stefan did the same, and in a moment, Jamie's arms were stretched firmly, but not too tightly, across the creek. Then each of us took one of his feet and did the same thing, spreading his legs apart, leaving the twelve-year-old slave in a fixed position, awaiting the pleasure of the sixteen-year-old and fourteen-year-old boys who were, for the moment at least, his masters. Jamie hung his head and stared down at the calm water below his face. I could see in his reflection a slight uncertainty about what we were to do next. I wasn't entirely sure myself, though I knew that both his mouth and his ass would see plenty of action before we were done. And I wasn't just talking about the lunch he'd be eating, either. "Master," Stefan said, "I have to pee." "Then go ahead and pee," I replied. "May I use the slave's mouth, master?" "Of course. That's what it's for." Stefan waded over to the bound and stretched boy and said, "Open your mouth, slave." Jamie did not hesitate, and the look in his eyes was welcoming. After all, hadn't Stefan been the first boy to allow Jamie to fuck him? At that moment, maybe even for the rest of his life, he would have been willing to let Stefan do anything he wanted to him. As soon as Jamie parted his lips, Stefan set his semihard cock on the lower lips and began pissing into the waiting mouth. Jamie swallowed as much as he could, but Stefan's piss was warm and abundant, and some of it splashed into the pool. When Stefan had finished, he slid his cock into the boy's mouth, and Jamie licked the remaining piss off the hardening shaft. "That's enough, slave," I said as I slapped Stefan's ass. "You're not going to have a blowjob right now." The disappointment showed briefly in Stefan's eyes, but after I slapped his ass again and played with his asscheeks for a moment, his eyes lit up again. He was even more delighted when I suggested that he go around to Jamie's other end and prepare it for our fun later: clean the boy's hole with water, then lick it so the boy is fully ready for more fucking. Meanwhile, I went to the campsite and returned with a plastic bucket and a bar of soap. Since we had some time until Billy and Bobby returned with their lunch, I decided it would be amusing to wash the bound and stretched slave, who wouldn't be able to do anything about the icy cold mountain water being splashed all over his body. Stefan was busy using his cupped hands to pour cold water into and around Jamie's reddened hole, and each time the cold water his the boy's skin, he flinched and shivered. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see me return and quietly dip the bucket into the pool, causing it to fill with water. Lifting it quickly, I poured its icy contents over Jamie's curly hair. Before he could even gasp in shock, I had already lowered the bucket and was filling it again. I repeated the process three times before I poured water over his shoulders and back. "Don't be so surprised," I told the shivering boy. "A good slave always keeps himself clean for his masters." I ran my fingers through his wet hair and lifted his face up. "Besides, it's a warm, sunny day, and you will dry real fast." I kissed him on the lips before standing up and lathering the soap in my hands. I suppose I could have simply run the bar of soap over his body, but how many times would I have the opportunity to probe every nook and cranny of a submissive slave's body with my bare hands? So I knelt beside him and proceeded to explore every inch of his body-all that wasn't resting on the grassy hillock, that is-with my soapy fingers. I discovered his was quite ticklish, especially under the arms. And his nipples were pleasantly sensitive: he and his masters had apparently not yet discovered the fun of nipple play, since he moaned and squirmed with pleasure as I pulled and twisted gently on his small reddish nips. I paid particular attention to the boy's recently violated hole, which was a little red and inflamed after its first experiences swallowing and pleasuring cocks. I rubbed the bar of soap gently around the periphery of the hole, then slipped my soapy forefinger into the wrinkled pucker and wiggled it around the inside. Jamie moaned and squirmed a little. "Please," he gasped, "please fuck me." "You really like a cock in your ass?" "Yes," he said. "I've never been fucked before today, but now I know that's what I've always wanted." "Well, boy," I replied, "that's a good thing, because your two masters will probably want to fuck you over and over again in the days and weeks and months to come. And, as a good slave, you will always say yes when they tell you to give them your hole." His eyes were closed and he was smiling, as I continued to soap up his hole. When I finished cleaning him out, then I moved on to his back, rubbing the soap and my fingers over his shoulders and along his spine. Then I soaped his stretched legs, giving special attention to his knees and his slim, beautiful feet. Then I cleaned his arms and hands, admiring again his fingers with their chewed nails. As I stepped back to admire the soapy boy, submissive and waiting my next action, I heard him say, "What about my dick?" "And why should I clean your little boy's dick?" I asked. "Do you think your masters give a damn about your tiny dick?" "But, sir-" I slapped his ass, gently. Just enough to remind him who is in charge here. "It's one thing you will have to learn, boy. Pleasing your masters is your job in life. They are not responsible for pleasing you, other than providing the opportunities to suck their cocks and be fucked up the ass by them, which are your only two real pleasures in life. When you have served them longer, they will tell you when you can jack off, and they may even tell you how much you are to pee or shit. It is part of what it means to be a slave." "Even when I can pee or shit?" he asked. "Perhaps. But there's one comfort from giving yourself to your masters as their slave." "What's that?" "You will always be taken care of. You will always know who you are and whose you are." He was quiet for a few moments. I broke the silence. "Because I am only temporarily your master, I will clean your dick today. But from now on, keep in mind that keeping yourself clean is part of your service to your masters." I knelt behind him, lathered up my hands, and then began to massage his cock, causing him to stiffen immediately. My left hand paid attention to his small ball sack, kneading each ball gently. As a finishing touch, I ran my fingers across his exposed crotch, rubbing the skin firmly until it glistened with soap. Meanwhile, Stefan was sitting back on the bank of the stream, propping himself up by his arms and watching me clean Jamie. My slave's dick was partly aroused by the scene in front of him, and I could tell he was wishing he was the one who was tied and stretched and being cleaned so diligently in the middle of the stream. "OK, now for the rinse cycle," I said, and I motioned Stefan over. He picked up the plastic bucket and began filling it and dumping the cold water all over Jamie's body, washing away all traces of the soap. The boy gasped with shock with the first couple of buckets , but after that he was number enough that each new splash of cold water did not shock him anymore. In a matter of minutes, Jamie was dripping wet and thoroughly clean. "Now you are ready for an afternoon of fucking," I told him. "Billy and Bobby will be delighted that you are ready to serve them-and that you are clean." A few minutes later, we heard the excited tramp of feet approaching the campsite. Stefan and I ducked behind some rhododendrons, just in case. But the two boys who arrived were Billy and Bobby, who were carrying food and who, upon reaching the campsite, set down what they were carrying and began almost immediately to strip. "Where's our slave?" Billy asked when he saw me. "You didn't wear him out with all your fucking, did you?" "Yeah, putting on clothes again made me so horny, I think I want to fuck Jamie's ass again before lunch," Bobby said. "You are always horny, what are you talking about?" Billy replied. Bobby's answer was to slap Billy's ass, which led to a few moments of naked wrestling in front of the tent. It was hot, seeing two fourteen-year-olds grappling fervently with each other, their cocks becoming aroused by the close, energetic contact with the other's flesh. But, like all good scenes, it couldn't last, and Billy finally put his fellow scout on the ground and pinned him. "Give up?" he demanded. "Not on your fucking life!" "Give up!" "No fucking way!" Instead of saying "Give up!" a third time, Billy simply leaned down and planted a kiss on Bobby's lips. The pinned boy's limbs relaxed as he surrendered to the kiss, and Billy leaned into him, grinding his now hard cock into Bobby's. "Are you two done?" I asked. "After all the work Stefan and I went to in order to make sure your slave was ready for your pleasure!" The two boys rolled apart and slowly climbed to their feet. "Sorry, master," Billy said. "We're just so horny, all the time." "I understand." Of course, I didn't need to say that. as my already erect cock had spoken clearly enough. Both boys were perhaps wondering if the precum dripping from the tip was meant for either of them. "Bring the food," I said as I walked back to the stream. "Wow!" Bobby said when they saw their slave tied and stretched across the stream. "And we cleaned him, too, so you can start all over with a clean slate, so to speak." Billy stepped into the cold water and inspected Jamie's body. "I don't think he's been this clean since he crawled out of his mother." His finger went immediately to the boy's clean hole. "Yeah, this puppy's real clean. Looks like it's crying out for a cock-right after lunch." "So what's for lunch?" I asked from the bank, where I was opening our knapsack and pulling out the sandwiches I'd made for Stefan and myself. "Hot dogs and baked beans, what else?" Bobby said. "Our scoutmaster has no imagination." "Then that will make us be more imaginative," Billy said. "Master Eddy, can we borrow your slave for a few minutes?" I nodded, and Stefan waded into the creek to await Billy's orders. "I want you on your hands and knees in front of Jamie," he said. "Your ass near his face, but not too close." "Like this?" Stefan said, now on his hands and knees in the cold water, his lean, boyish ass aimed at Jamie's face. "Perfect," he said. He picked up one of the hot dogs he'd brought and stuck one tip of it into Stefan's hole. The rest of the cooked dog stood straight out from my slave's ass. To Jamie, Billy said, "What would you like on your hot dog?" "Mustard and relish," the boy replied, adding, "please." Billy nodded to Bobby, who proceeded to squeeze packets of mustard and relish onto the hot dog. "Now eat!" Billy commanded. And Jamie began chowing down on the hot dog, reaching Stefan's ass itself in a matter of a couple minutes. He took a last bite right before the hole and paused. "You know what your parents always say," Billy said. "You don't get any more food unless you eat up what's on your plate." So Jamie stretched his head as far forward as he could and with his tongue carefully fished the end of the hot dog out of Stefan's hole. My slave was moaning slightly as he felt Jamie's sandpapery tongue on his well-used sphincter. It took a few minutes, but finally the hot dog was in Jamie's mouth, and Billy was rubbing the boy's hair, saying, "Good doggy, good doggy." "OK, now it's my slave's turn to eat," I said. I guided Stefan around behind Jamie and I stuck the first half of my slave's peanut butter and jelly sandwich in Jamie's cleaned hole. With one piece of rope, I fastened Stefan's hands behind his back, so he couldn't cheat. "Only your tongue and your mouth," I said. So Stefan stayed on his knees and carefully ate the sandwich out of Jamie's ass. At the same time, Bobby had gone on his hands and knees in front of Jamie's face and Billy had prepared a second hot dog which was now protruding from Bobby's ass. So Jamie began eating his second hot dog about the time Stefan reached the corner of his half sandwich that was in Jamie's hole. But the bound slave restrained his moans as Stefan's tongue licked out that last piece, as well as several crumbs which had fallen around the edge of Jamie's pucker. When Jamie had finished licking the last remnants of hotdog and condiments from Bobby's ass, Billy said, "My turn," and Bobby prepared a hot dog for his buddy's ass. Meanwhile, I fed Stefan his second half sandwich from Jamie's ass, while I ate mine and gently stroked my aroused cock, watching the scene in front of me. As soon as Jamie was done with his three hot dogs, the other two boys sat on his back (remember his chest and waist were supported by the hump of grass beneath him) and began eating their hot dogs. One of the boys would hold the hot dog in his fingers and both boys would eat slowly down its length until their lips met in the center. Then they would engage in a long, slow, tongue-wrestling kiss before they began on the next hot dog. "What about the beans?" Bobby said when they finished the last hot dog, as he looked at the pot of beans sitting on the creek bank. "Don't worry, I have a plan," Billy said. He waded over, picked up the pot, and then poured more than half of the still-warm beans on Jamie's back. The boy gasped a little when he felt the sudden warmth, but then relaxed when he realized it wasn't that hot. "Do you want me to get spoons?" Bobby asked. "Nah," Billy replied. "We'll just eat them off his back." By this point, Stefan had finished his last half-sandwich, and so I led him around to the front end of Jamie, had him kneel down again, this time sideways to the boy's face, and then I placed the pot with the remaining beans on Stefan's back, right below where his bound wrists crossed. I leaned down, rubbed my fingers into Stefan's hole, then reached into the pot and scooped up some beans, which I offered the Jamie. He licked up the beans even to the point of cleaning off my fingers. I repeated the process several times until the beans were gone. About the same time, Billy and Bobby were finishing up the last of the beans they had poured onto Jamie's back, and Bobby was licking up the sauce which had collected in the hollow right above the boy's ass. I rinsed out the pot in the stream, then poured water to clean off the last sticky traces of bean sauce as soon as Bobby finished licking. "Now what?" Billy asked. They boys' hunger was satisfied, but now they had a whole afternoon before them and there lay a tied and submissive boy in front of them. "I don't know about you, but I need to fuck," Bobby said. He was stroking his hard cock as he approached Jamie's ass. "And this ass is crying out to be filled with a real hard one." He let me slick up Jamie's hole first, then he plowed straight in without hesitation. Considering he had only fucked for the first time a couple of hours earlier, this boy showed himself a quick learner as he began slowly and worked his way toward a climax, forcing gasps and moans from Jamie. That is, until Billy filled the boy's mouth with his own cock. He didn't need to work his hips to force himself into Jamie's mouth, since Bobby was working so energetically that with each thrust into the boy he forced the boy's body forward and forced his mouth onto Billy's cock. The combined action caused both boys to reach their peak rather quickly and they show their loads simultaneously, forcing their cum deep into both ends of their fellow scout. I was reclining on the grassy bank, with Stefan's face in my lap, his mouth on my cock, his tongue gently caressing the underside of my shaft. I hadn't been planning on shooting my load yet, but when I saw the two boys cumming into their buddy, I lost control. I grabbed Stefan's head with both my hands and began thrusting my cock deeper into his mouth and down his throat, feeling the familiar warmth of his lips around my shaft as I plunged my way quickly to ecstasy. In a moment, I was shooting my cum into his mouth, and his eyes were looking up at me with gratitude. After I finished and my cock slipped from his cum-slippery lips, I leans down, kissed his lips, and whispered, "I love you, Stefan, I love you."