Istari

Steven's Summer in Chains

Chapters 11-...

Chapter 11

"He'll get a kick out of that," he said to himself.

Steven was asleep when Mark went back downstairs. Mark tenderly touched a hand to the boy's soft cheek. Steven slowly opened his eyes.

"Wha? Huh?" the boy muttered still half asleep.

"Just checking to see if you're okay."

"Oh, umm, yeah," the boy said, yawning and stretching his slender limbs.

"How do your little nips feel?"

"Not too bad really," the boy replied. "I woke up like an hour ago and put more of the lotion on them. They don't really hurt that much at all now. But I can really feel the rings. They seem to be a lot heavier now than they were in my hands."

"You look great with them in," Mark said. He rubbed the boy's legs and admired the little silvery rings, which now ornamented the boy's chest.

"Think so? Really?"

"Oh yeah. Those cute little boy nips were just made for rings, kiddo. You look great. And once those heal up I'm gonna have all sorts of fun playing with them."

Steven cracked a tired smile and moved to sit up.

"It's okay, little slave. Lie back down for a bit. I'll start dinner."

Steven rubbed his growling stomach. Mark stared at him in wonder. The kid had finished off half a pizza at lunch, and a large gelato as well. "When are you not hungry?" Mark asked.

"Like never."

"Well I guess you are a growing slave boy."

"Yeah. What are we having?"

"Well I've got a bag of frozen scallops in the freezer, or some ground turkey for turkey burgers. Slave's choice."

"Scallops. In that neat sauce you make."

"The white wine sauce?"

"Yeah. I love that." Thanks largely to his uncle, young Steven's palette was considerably more advanced and refined than most boys his age. "Can I help?"

"You don't have to. You had a rough time this afternoon."

"But I want to, sir."

"Alright. Good chance to teach you some new kitchen skills. Be careful getting up."

Steven gave his uncle a withering look, as any thirteen-year-old will when he thinks he's being babied. However, once the boy was on his feet the pain from his new piercings returned with a dull stabbing sensation. He winced and took in a sharp breath and instinctively raised his hands to his chest.

"Don't touch them," Mark said. "You'll just make them hurt worse."

"It's okay now," Steven said, catching his breath and standing on wobbly legs in front of his master. "They just feel kinda tight, like, you know, when I move, they hurt a little."

"That's normal. That'll be gone by tomorrow, don't worry."

"I really do like them," the boy said, gazing down at his chest. "They look nice. I feel real sexy. How much were they?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"The rings cost $80.00, Devon's fee for doing the piercing was another $50."

"Wow! I guess I totally owe you."

"You are worth every penny, slave."

"I sure am," the boy said teasingly.

"Smart ass. I'll find some interesting ways for you to pay me back, don't worry." Mark swatted him playfully on his bare behind. "Get your sexy little butt into the kitchen."

"Yes, sir."

"Wanna open the wine for me?" Mark asked as he dropped the onions and mushrooms into the stockpot on the stove.

"I've never done that before, sir. I never tasted wine either. Well, not in a glass anyway."

"Well, tonight you will do both. Grab the corkscrew. You know which one that is?"

"Yeah," Steven said, finding the tool right away in the utensil drawer. He studied the bottle Mark had pulled from the special little refrigerator in which he kept his chilled wine collection.

"Wow, this one is like five years old. That's what the date means, right?"

"Precisely."

"So I was like eight when this was made. That's really neat. This is… white wine?"

"Yep. An Albariño from Spain. One of my favorites. It'll be a good wine for you to start with too, simple and easy to drink."

"Cool. Al-bar-eeeeen-yo," Steven repeated the name, sounding it out with his middle-school Spanish and trilling the 'n' with authority. "So, how do I do this?"

"First you need to get the foil off the cork. There's a little knife on the corkscrew. Pull it out and cut around the neck of the bottle, just below the mouth. And for god's sake don't cut off a finger."

"Got it." Steven carefully used the knife and made a complete circuit of the bottle. He pulled the loosened foil off the top revealing the cork. "That's the cork, right?"

"Yep. That's gotta come out or we drink no wine."

"Do I just push this screwy part into it."

"No. You screw it in. Hence the word. Put it right in the center of the cork and start turning. Screw it all the way into the cork."

"Okay."

Steven took the bottle and secured it between his naked thighs. It was cold and he giggled. Then he carefully and studiously twisted the corkscrew down into the bottle.

"Right. Now what?" he asked, looking up and still holding the bottle between his bare legs.

"This is the tricky part. Set the bottle down on the counter first, not that you don't look adorable with it between your legs."

Steven rolled his eyes.

"Take that little arm part, yeah that one, and put it against the mouth of the bottle. Now pull up with the other one. It's all about leverage. Do it slow, but steady."

Steven sucked in his lower lip and did as he was instructed. To his own amazement, the cork began to move slowly up and out of the bottle. Moments later it was out with a soft 'pop'.

"I did it!"

"Congratulations. Cork in one piece?"

Steven examined the little cylinder still stuck to the corkscrew. "Looks like."

"Alright then. Good job. Pour me one cup for the sauce, then put the rest back in the fridge."

"What do I do with the cork?"

"Well I could shove it up your little ass, but you're already plugged, so just throw it away."

"Can I… um, keep it? My first bottle of wine. That's really kinda special, isn't it?"

"Actually it is. If you want it, it's yours."

Over the next twenty minutes, Steven proved to be an excellent little sous-chef, assembling all the necessary ingredients, trimming the scallops, and making up the salads.

"You ever thought about maybe becoming a chef?" Mark asked. "You seem to have knack for it."

Steven was still at an age where he hadn't thought much of anything about his future or his interests. His biggest focus the last few years was the swim team. He was missing their summer season this year, but that was okay. In the fall there would be the indoor meets, and that was when things usually got serious. He swam for his middle school team, which was rather lousy, but also, and more importantly, for a private club, the SeaDogs, which was very intense and very competitive.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "My mind's been on swimming so much lately. My times are really good. I even set a few records this year for my age group. I'm eligible to try out for the nationals."

Mark's eyes widened. "Really? That's fantastic! Why didn't you tell me about that?"

"Well I just got my rankings like a day before you came to get me, and things have sort of been a little crazy since then!"

"But if you qualify for the nationals, and do well there…"

"Yeah. Olympic trials would be next. That would be so amazing. Did you watch the games in Beijing last year?"

"Sure did."

"There was this diver kid, from England I think. He was like my age! He was totally cute too!"

Mark couldn't remember that kid's name, but he had every dive the boy completed saved on his DVR.

"The next ones are still like three years away, I'd be what, sixteen then, so I've got a lot of time to really get stronger and faster… I just don't know if I really wanna do it. It's a lot of work, and mom says I still gotta get 'A's in school, no matter what."

"Steven, I never knew you were getting so serious about this."

"Well, I'm not really, that's the funny part. I'm just a really great swimmer. I'm not even trying half the time and I win. That's it… I mean it's so easy for me to just, you know…"

"Get by?"

"Yeah. My coach says I could be even faster if I actually gave a shit, and sometimes I do, like when the team's losing and we need a good time, but most of the time I just sort of do my thing and I don't care what happens… and I still win most of my heats."

"So you're a great swimmer by accident?"

"I guess."

"Stir that sauce a bit for me…"

"Oh, right… I mean yeah, I love swimming. I think I'll always want to do it, but it would have to become like my whole life if I really got serious about it. And even so, do you know how fucking hard it is to make the Olympic team? I mean it's like impossible, you gotta be a god or something. I don't think I'm that good. And what if I spend all that time trying and don't make it? Really, you've only got a shot at one Olympics, maybe two if you're good and lucky, and if you don't make them… well what was the point, right?"

Mark smiled warmly and shook his head.

"What?"

"I've always thought of you as a little kid, my little buddy. Even this year it's sometimes hard for me to accept that you're growing up. I've never heard you talk like that. That is a very adult decision you have to make."

"Yeah but I am still a kid," Steven replied.

"But a smart one. A great one. You just have to ask yourself what's right for you? Is it worth all the hard work? Maybe I could take you over to the campus and show you around the swimming pool. You could meet some of the college swimmers, talk to them and see what your next steps should be."

"That would be awesome. Could I swim in it? Our pool back home is sorta crappy. The building's all old and run down, and it smells funny inside. Be cool to swim in a real competition level pool."

"I don't know the coach, but I do know a few of the swimmers, I'll make some calls and see if I can set up a tour for you. They give swimming scholarships, you know, so even if the Olympics don't work out, you might be able to use all that talent to pay for an education."

"Yeah, I was thinking about that. Mom says I better figure something out 'cause as soon as I'm eighteen I'm out the door!"

"I know she would never say that to you," Mark laughed.

"Actually she did," Steven replied with a playful gleam in his eyes. "She was kidding, but I kinda got the message. I'm not gonna be a boy forever."

Somehow that simple statement of truth made Mark's heart ache.

"Come here."

"Why?"

"Just obey your master and come here."

"Yes, sir."

Mark wrapped the boy in a firm embrace. "This is such an important time for you. Your life is just getting started. I am so lucky I get to be a part of it."

"You're going to make me start crying if you keep sayin' stuff like that."

"Sorry, Stevie."

They stood in a silent hug for a few more moments until Mark gently let the boy go. "That stock needs to cook down a bit before we add the scallops. So, while we're waiting, it is time for my young slave boy to learn about serving wine. I drink it quite often as you know, and from now on serving it to me will be your job in this house."

"Yes, sir."

"First a lesson on glasses. Come with me."

Mark led the boy over to the cabinet with all the glassware. Steven studied them, noticing the many different shapes and sizes.

"Believe it or not, the type of glass has a big effect on the way wine tastes. Pour a good wine into the wrong glass and you've ruined it. You will learn the names of each type of glass and the kind of wine they are best suited for."

Steven swallowed hard. There were lots of glasses. This was sounding complicated. Mark continued. "If you ever serve me wine in the wrong glass, I will punish you severely, understood."

Steven nodded. There was not even a hint of the usual playfulness in Mark's voice. Steven understood that Mark took wine very seriously, and that he'd better start doing the same. Mark introduced him to each style of wineglass and told him which ones should be used for which occasions. Halfway through, Steven asked permission to go get his journal from down in the dungeon so he could take notes.

"That is a great idea, slave. Hurry."

Steven was back an instant later with his little notebook. He quickly wrote down everything they'd already covered and stood silently waiting for further instruction. Mark moved on from glassware to serving temperature. "Whites can be enjoyed cool, Reds a bit less cool and sometimes just under room temperature and no wine should ever be ice cold. Go over to the wine chiller and open it up."

Steven did so, surprised to find that it wasn't all that cold inside.

"What kinds of wines do you see there?"

The thirteen-year-old took a moment to look them over and came back with his answer. "Whites mostly, sir. And some pink ones. There was one red."

"Pink ones," Mark said with a laugh, "as you so elegantly put it, are called Rosé. Accent on the 'e'."

"Rosé," the boy repeated.

"Not my favorites, but they drink easy. The college boys seem to like them. You probably will too."

"Come over here now," Mark ordered and opened a cabinet beneath the kitchen counter. There was a built-in wine rack.

"Look at those wines and tell me what kind you find there."

Steven again examined the bottles, all stored on their sides. "They're all red, except for two whites and another pink one."

"So what does that tell you, slave?"

"That Red wines are usually kept warm, and that White wines are kept cold, and that the pink ones can be pretty much kept any way you want them?"

"Well, that's oversimplifying, but not bad for a thirteen-year-old. The basic rule is as I said at the start. Reds warmer than Whites, and Roses can masquerade as one or both, but there are exceptions."

"Why?" the inquisitive boy asked. Years later Steven would look back on this special day and remember it as the starting point in his lifelong journey as a wine lover.

"Age, vintage, country of origin, type of grape… it is basically fermented grape juice after all… lots of factors go in to determining how a wine should be served. Wines are like people, they each have their own personality and no two bottles are alike, even the same type from the same producer in the same year can taste different."

"That's really cool."

"It is, actually. Wine is alive, in its own way."

"Seems like a lot to remember."

"You'll learn. I'll go easy on you this year. When you come back next summer I expect you to be a little wine expert. Got it?"

"Sir, yes, sir."

"I would like a glass now before dinner and I think it is time you got your first taste as well. What kind of wine are we drinking?"

"Sir, it is an Albariño, sir, from Spain, sir."

"You remembered. Very good. And so what type of glass should we use?"

"Well, you said the sweeter wines go better in this type," Steven pointed to what most people would consider a standard wineglass.

"That will do nicely. Get two of them down and set them on the table. Then get the bottle out of the fridge before it gets too cold."

"Yes, sir."

Mark watched as the naked boy went about his task, his caged genitals bouncing from side to side as he moved around the kitchen.

"When you are pouring wine, the glass should never end up more than half full. Pour some for us now. Make yours just a quarter full."

"Yes, sir." Steven poured his master's glass first. The wine dribbled onto the table as he stopped.

"Give the bottle a little twist as you're turning it upright and it won't do that quite so much. Try again with your glass."

"Okay."

Steven awkwardly attempted to do as his uncle suggested but the results were rather comical and there was still a dribble of wine running down the side of the boy's glass.

"Well, this is your first try, so not bad. Now comes the fun part. We get to taste it!"

"Sweet!"

'He is going to get so drunk tonight!' Mark thought to himself with a devious smile.

"I guess you don't just chug it down, right?" Steven asked brightly as held his glass by the stem, mimicking his uncle.

"No indeed. Wine is to be savored."

"Am I holding it right?"

"Yep. By the stem. I've got some glasses that don't have stems at all, but I don't use them much."

"Why… by the stem, I mean?"

"Your body is a little furnace, kiddo. Ninety-eight degrees [37°C] most of the time. If you hold the glass by the bowl, the wine will start to absorb that heat. A lot of people think that's just a myth, and I guess with most wines it really can't make that much of a difference, but a degree or two can make a big difference with some of the better wines."

"I understand," the boy said, looking down at his glass.

"Now we taste, but we do it first with our eyes. Look at the wine, hold it up to the light."

Steven followed Mark's lead precisely.

"Describe the color, Steven."

"Well, its yellow."

"Okay. The human eye can distinguish between thousands of different colors. What kind of yellow is it?"

"I um, I don't know… it's real light."

"You can call that pale."

"Yeah, pale. It's really clear. I think maybe a see a little green, just a bit…"

"Hint of green. That's not unusual in a white wine. Some of them have a little greenish tint to them if you stare at them long enough."

"Have we stared at it long enough?" the boy asked with a laugh.

"Yes, smart-ass, we have. Now we smell the wine. Some experts say that more than seventy percent of what humans perceive as taste is actually smell. So smelling the wine before you drink it is very important."

"Do I just stick my nose in there?"

"Well, you could, but the polite thing to do is to swirl it around in your glass. That will release the aroma and you can just sort of breathe it in. Go ahead, give yours a swirl."

Steven did as instructed. "This is why you only fill them half full, right?"

"Very good. You're catching on fast."

Steven smiled and put his cute little button nose over the top of the glass.

"Breathe in slowly and gently."

Mark started the time-honored ritual and Steven quickly followed. Mark closed his eyes and a soft smile came to his lips.

Steven liked what he was smelling. It was definitely something made from grapes, but he thought he could smell other fruits too.

"Melon," the boy said. "I think. Is that right?"

"Whatever your nose is telling you is right for you. People get different things. I'm smelling citrus, like grapefruit. Can you smell that?"

Steven swirled and smelled again. "Kinda. It's not very strong."

Mark now followed the boy's lead. "Melon. Definitely."

"So when do we taste it?"

"Right now. Take a small sip and let it rest on your tongue. Open your mouth just a bit and take in a bit of air. Like this."

Steven watched as Mark sipped, put his head back slightly and pulled air in over the wine in his mouth. Then Steven did the same thing, taking the very first sip of wine in his life. His eyes widened immediately. It was sweet, then a bit tart, then as he finally swallowed he felt a little dryness in his mouth.

"It's good! I like this," he announced, holding his glass in a more relaxed fashion now. He took another sip and let it sit on his tongue. He could feel just a bit of acidity making his mouth tingle a bit. It was that dry sensation after he swallowed that the boy found so puzzling and so interesting.

"Dry at the end, that's always what I like in a wine," Mark explained.

Steven took a few more sips and emptied his glass. There hadn't been much in it to begin with.

"Can I, can I have some more?"

"Not just yet, little man. I think it's time to put the scallops in."

"I let them cook till they just start to turn white, right?"

"Right," Mark said impressed at the boy's knowledge.

"I remember helping you make this last summer," the boy said. He opened the package and dumped the succulent morsels into the bubbling broth.

"We'll make this one more time before you go home," Mark said, "and we'll use fresh ones."

"Oh, yeah!" Steven exclaimed with enthusiasm. Mark had long ago taught him just how different fresh food tasted and that it was always best to use fresh when time and money allowed. A message Steven had tried to impart on his mother, with only limited success.

"Go ahead and set the table. You can sit on your stool tonight, since this is a special occasion."

"It is?"

"Your first bottle of wine. And we'll be doing something else for the first time later on tonight."

Steven was still a rather innocent boy, but his mind immediately grasped what Mark was suggesting. He smiled up at his uncle shyly and his cock twitched within its little cage as he thought about it. He didn't say anything, neither did Mark, there was no need. Mark ran his hand gently down the length of the boy's back, enjoying the soft silken skin against his fingers. He leaned in close and whispered into Steven's right ear.

"I believe your master gave you instructions, slave."

Steven immediately snapped to it and quickly set the table. He took the salads he'd made out of the fridge and set them neatly in place. Next, under Mark's watchful eye he stirred the cream into the scallops, waited for the sauce to thicken, and then dished them up and carried the two steaming bowls over, breathing in the delicious vapors.

"This is going to taste so good," he said as he stood next to his stool and clasped his hands behind his back.

Mark was pleased and impressed. The boy was waiting for permission.

"Pull out my chair," he instructed. Steven immediately did so. Mark sat down. "Pour me some more wine, and give yourself a little more too."

"Yes, sir," Steven said quietly. Serving his uncle, his master, in this way was both fun and arousing. He tried once more to master the 'twist' with the bottle and failed again, splashing a bit onto the table. "Oops!" he said and giggled. It had not yet occurred to the ninety-five pound [43 kg] boy that the little bit of wine he'd already consumed was beginning to have its inevitable effect. Mark wore a private grin, well aware that the young teen was starting to get a bit tipsy.

"Let's eat," Mark said, gesturing Steven to park his cute little naked butt on the stool.

After dinner was finished and cleaned up, Mark ordered Steven to attention. The boy quickly assumed the required position.

"Go down to the dungeon and get the Humiliator, and its attachments. Just bring up the entire box. Bring me your wrist and ankle restraints too, the leather ones. Do not put them on by yourself. That's your master's job. Pick out a leash for yourself while you're down there. Come right back here when you're done. You have two minutes so you'd better get moving."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Steven said and took off down the basement steps.

When he got to the dungeon he had to stop and remember everything Uncle Mark had ordered him to do.

'The humiliator. Where did we put that?' He looked around and found the devious gag and its equally devious attachments. His leather wrist and ankle cuffs were scattered on the floor. He put them into the same box that held the gag and its accessories, then he hurried over to the big cabinet and surveyed all the various leashes that were hanging there. "Which one does he want me to pick?" Steven asked himself.

Recognizing that he was wearing his leather collar and would no doubt shortly have his limbs locked into leather restraints he decided to pick a leather leash from Mark's collection, the one with the silvery spikes running all along its length. It matched the spikes on his collar almost perfectly. As he was about to rush back upstairs, his young eyes locked on something he'd never really noticed before.

It was leather, black and shiny. It looked as it if was designed to hold a person's arms in a lace-up sleeve. Steven ran his fingers over the soft leather and played with the loose laces. He imagined what it would be like to have his arms locked into it, helpless and bound, probably behind his back he figured. Deciding that taking a chance like this would probably only cost him a spanking, which he'd most likely enjoy anyway, he grabbed the bondage sleeve and carried it up the steps along with all the other items he'd been assigned to retrieve.

When he got back to the kitchen, Mark was there waiting for him. His uncle watched silently as the thirteen-year-old boy placed everything on the kitchen table, including the sleeve which he had not been instructed to bring. Steven laid out that particular piece of gear with special care.

"I don't recall asking you to bring me a bondage sleeve, boy," Mark stated softly, with an amused grin on his face.

"No, sir. But I saw it, and it looked neat. I'd like to try wearing it for a while, sir. My arms go in it, right? Behind my back, right?"

"Right."

"Can I wear it?"

"If I put it on you, I might decide to keep you in it all night."

"Okay."

"As you wish, slave boy. Ankle cuffs first. Give me your left foot."

Steven raised his leg and placed his foot on Mark's knee. His uncle quickly strapped the ankle restraint in place and snapped the padlock closed. He did the same for the boy's right foot. Mark then strapped the wrist cuffs in place, pulling them a lot tighter than he normally did. "You brought the bondage sleeve up, so now you have to wear it until I let you out. You will not be able to move your arms or your hands at all. Don't even think about complaining. Remember, you've brought this on yourself, boy."

Steven blanched and his eyes widened. Mark's tone made it very clear that this was going to be difficult and intense. The thirteen-year-old had made a typically rash decision, based simply on how cool and sexy the thing looked, never considering the reality of actually wearing it.

"Turn around."

With his back to his master, Steven winced as he felt his arms being pulled harshly behind him and placed into the leather sleeve. The sleeve was already a lot tighter than it looked when it was lying harmlessly on the shelf in the dungeon. It got even tighter when Mark began to cinch the laces. Of course Mark was making sure that the sleeve was as tight and harsh as possible, to teach the boy a little lesson.

"Oh, man, that is soooo tight," the boy said as Mark finished lacing it up. The end result was that the boy's arms were secured painfully behind his back and totally immobilized from his shoulders on down to his fingers. Even his hands were pinched by the leather, forcing him to ball them up into tight fists. He couldn't even wiggle his pinky.

"Try to get out of it," Mark ordered.

Steven wriggled and wiggled and twisted his lean abdomen right and left. He bent over and arched backward. All with no luck. He tried to force his arms to move, only to feel the surprisingly iron grip of the leather against his skin. This thing was pure evil. It was way more than he'd bargained for. This was a very different kind of bondage, cruel and harsh, meant to punish and torment without relief. The boy let out a sharp yelp of distress. His arms were locked behind him with no possibility of escape. The sleeve was harsh, the strain on his youthful shoulders and upper arms was intense and unyielding. He had to get out of this thing. Now!

"I… I think I made a big mistake, sir," the boy said quietly.

"I know you did. You are not ready for something like this yet, but you brought it up to me and asked me to let you wear it. I am a generous master and allowed you to do it. You should be grateful for your master's kindness. And I should punish you for being so impudent."

"This is punishment," Steven moaned as he again strained against this new and very unpleasant form of restraint. "I can't move my arms at all, sir, I can't… oh, my god! This is bad… this is bad… I… can't snap my fingers!"

"Are you trying to?"

"Yes!" Steven cried. He bent ninety-degrees at the waist and began to shake and tremble. Mark could tell the boy was close to freaking out and was worried the boy was going to tear a ligament trying to get out of his inescapable bondage.

"Steven!" Mark yelled strongly. "Look at me! Look at me right now!"

Mark's harsh voice seemed to snap Steven out of his mounting hysteria.

"Your arms are bound behind you. That's all. It's tight. I know. It's harsh. It's meant to be. You cannot get free. That's the point. It hurts a bit, but only if you fight it. I want you to calm down. You've been tied up tighter than this before. Look at me!"

Steven raised his panicked eyes to his uncle. Mark had not considered the effects of the alcohol on the boy's perceptions and reactions.

"I can't even wiggle my fingers…" the boy said miserably.

"You are a slave. Slaves endure the things they don't like. You will endure and you will wear that thing until I decide to take it off you. I'm not letting you off the hook this time."

"Yes… yes, master. I'm sorry, master."

"I've told you before. Don't be sorry. Obey."

"Yes, master."

"Time for the Humiliator. Open your mouth."

Steven opened up, forming his lips into an adorable little 'o'. He stood perfectly still with dancing fearful eyes as Mark strapped the Humiliator in place once more. From the box of accessories, he chose the small tray attachment for serving drinks and locked it in position. Steven's young eyes darted to the half-empty bottle of wine on the table and he began to understand how he'd be spending the next few hours.

Mark could not help but smile. Steven always looked so adorable with a gag in his mouth, and the Humiliator, which was so large and covered the entire lower half of the boy's face, made for a particularly erotic sight. The fact that he knew this was one thing Steven hated made it all the more arousing… for both of them. The boy blinked his big blue eyes and puffed out his cheeks as he sucked on the huge cock attachment that made up the inner portion of this unique gag. The big rubber cock filled his mouth and tickled the back of the boy's throat.

"Finally going to have some peace and quiet today," Mark said with a laugh, tickling the boy's tummy.

Mark attached the leash to Steven's collar, then, taking his glass of wine in his free hand, he led the boy out onto the deck. It was a warm summer evening and the sun would be out yet for several more hours. Steven was still breathing hard and still struggling to move his arms around inside the merciless bondage sleeve, but he was starting to regain his focus.

Mark reclined on one of the loungers and pointed to spot on the deck right next to him.

"Kneel, boy," he ordered.

With his arms bound behind him, Steven awkwardly dropped to his knees and looked at his uncle with lost and worried eyes.

"Move to your right and forward a bit."

Steven shuffled into the required position. The hard wood of the deck was uncomfortable on his knees.

"Head straight, eyes forward," Mark commanded.

Steven silently complied. Mark placed his wineglass on the drinks tray attached to the boy's gag. They'd done this before, but not with Steven's arms cinched up so tightly behind him, or his knees pressing into the hard unforgiving deck.

Steven did not need to be told to be completely silent and to keep completely still. Any movement of his head or neck risked toppling the delicately balanced glass. He stared forward and slowly managed to control his breathing.

Mark picked up a paperback he'd left out the day before and began reading. Occasionally he would reach over, pick up the wineglass, take a sip, then put it right back. Steven instinctively tensed up every time the glass was removed and again every time it was returned. Mark said nothing to him, but he was privately enjoying having the bound young slaveboy kneeling at his side, holding his drink for him without the use of his hands. Steven could see the hardness in Mark's shorts. His own cock was presently small and shriveled. He was focused solely on the discomfort in his arms, his desire to get them free and move them around and his conflicting need to remain absolutely still at the same time.

Mark looked over and noticed the shrunken state of the boy's penis and was pleased. Steven's cute young member was smaller than it had appeared in several hours. 'Looks like I finally found something that doesn't turn him on.' He silently pointed out Steven's totally flaccid state of affairs, laughed at the miserable boy in a gentle manner, and returned to his book without saying a word.

The wineglass had long ago been emptied, but Steven was still holding it in place with his gag. He had no real sense of how long he'd been out here, naked, collared, gagged and on his knees, but the sky was starting to turn dusky and the air was starting to get noticeably cooler. Steven's conscious and constant effort to remain silent and motionless had so far been successful. Every time he felt the need to move his bound-up arms, or his sore and aching knees, he instead closed his eyes tightly and took in a slow deep breath through his nose. His neck was beginning to hurt from keeping it so rigid and from the slight but ever-present weight of the wineglass balanced so precariously at the end of his gag.

For his part, Mark had gotten rather lost in contented relaxation and was completely stunned when he looked at his watch.

'We've been out here for two hours… ' he gazed down at Steven in wonder. 'He has not moved or made a sound in two hours. That boy has not moved… his knees must be killing him.'

Mark set his book down and removed the wineglass from Steven's gag, setting it on a small table on the opposite side of the lounge. Steven hadn't even noticed that the table was there. He was the table after all.

"Stand up."

Steven tried to obey, but he'd been keeping that one position for so long that he simply couldn't get his legs to do his bidding. He shot his uncle a helpless look.

"Need help?"

Steven nodded.

Mark turned out of the lounge chair and placed his hands on either side of the boy's shoulders. "Okay, I've got you. Up you go, come on," he gently pulled the boy up to his feet. Steven winced and let out a plaintive moan, the first sound to issue from the young teen's throat since dinner time. His knees were red.

Mark ran his hands over the boy's chest, gently touching the thirteen-year-old's newly inserted nipple rings. Steven felt a brief flash of pain but it quickly passed.

"Want to get out of that sleeve, don't you?"

The gagged boy nodded emphatically that he did.

"Okay. Let's take the Humiliator off first. I think that's enough for today."

Steven's eyes flashed their relief that this ordeal was over. Mark removed the gag and set it on the lounge chair. "Turn around," he instructed and began unlacing the sleeve as soon as Steven's back was to him.

Almost immediately the boy felt the restraining pressure on his arms loosen, and before he was even aware of it, he was feeling cool air on his bare arms. They fell to his side limp and lifeless. Mark stood behind him and wrapped his arms around the boy's chest.

"What have you learned, slaveboy?"

"Be careful what I ask for," Steven replied softly.

"Precisely." He spun the boy around and kissed him on the cheek. "I want you to go upstairs now. Go into your bathroom and get all of the enema equipment out. Place it near the sink. You will be waiting for me on the floor and in position on your hands and knees when I come up.

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and take the rest of that bottle of wine upstairs with you. Set it on the sink next to the enema bag."

"Umm, okay, sir," the boy responded, clearly puzzled.

Mark placed his right hand on the side of the boy's face. "Are you still feeling the wine?"

"A little, I guess. I was kinda dizzy for a while. That made it even harder to keep still."

"Hm. I never even thought about that. And you did manage to keep still. Your master is very impressed with you."

Steven smiled for the first time in two hours. Mark swatted him on the rump. "You've got your orders. Get moving."

"Yes, master." Steven disappeared into the kitchen, picked up the wine bottle, which was almost empty, and carried it upstairs with him. Upon reaching the bathroom, the boy gathered the enema supplies and laid them out next to the sink. He still dreaded this, and the fact that Mark always made him wait on his hands and knees, sometimes for quite a while, before coming upstairs only heightened the boy's anxiety.

Tonight he was not waiting long.

Mark walked in, pleased and aroused at the sight of the athletic young teen on all fours. Steven's butt was to the door, giving Mark a pleasant few of the lad's plugged hairless rectum and his ripe ball sack dangling provocatively between his legs.

Mark wasted no time pulling out Steven's butt plug. As was becoming standard practice, he immediately pressed it into Steven's mouth. The boy could busy himself cleaning off his plug while Mark prepared the enema. He removed the hose from the enema bag and poured the remainder of the evening's wine into it. Steven watched with wide eyes. Mark mixed warm water in with the wine and reattached the hose.

"You're loose enough now that I shouldn't need to use any lube on the nozzle. Keep still. Arch your back. Get your butt higher in the air. Spread those legs wider! That's good. That is the position you should be in from now on when I tell you to come up here and wait for your enema."

"Mmmph, mph," the boy replied, still suckling his butt-plug.

"You're getting a wine enema tonight, Steven," Mark explained. "If you think you felt a bit funny during dinner, just wait. I'm getting you totally drunk tonight."

Steven remained nervous, but he giggled in spite of himself, rather curious about what it was going to be like to be totally wasted.

"It's going to happen very fast and you're probably going to feel a little scared at first. Don't be. You are with me, and I love you. You are safe here. You'll always remember that the first time you ever got drunk it was because your uncle put wine up your ass."

Steven giggled again.

Mark inserted the nozzle into the boy's butt, the lad's tight little ring closed down on it right away.

"Okay, slave, here we go."

Mark released the clamp and allowed the enema to start flowing. This was the third one Steven had received in as many days. Mark often loved the idea of forcing a slave to only use the bathroom in this manner. Daily enemas and catheters… 'I'll have to get some catheters for him… that will freak him out!'

Steven groaned and whined as he always did as the liquid began to fill him up, but this time, right from the start it felt different, warmer, heavier, gentler somehow. He sighed and relaxed and watched as his belly slowly distended. Mark was standing behind him, holding the enema bag and watching it slowly deflate as it emptied into the boy.

"Spit out your butt-plug, Steven. Tell me how it feels."

Steven allowed the latex plug to fall from his mouth. "Oh, man, it feels so… so weird. So good. I'm not drunk though, at least I don't think I am… oh… ohhhh, there it is! Shit, I feel dizzy."

"I told you it doesn't take long. The alcohol gets absorbed right away. You're a lightweight, so it will happen even faster."

Minutes passed and Steven's head was spinning. His eyes were glassy and his vision had turned a bit fuzzy. He started giggling for no apparent reason.

"What's so funny, little man?" Mark asked with a loving smile on his face.

"Nothing!" Steven laughed out loud.

With the enema bag completely emptied, Mark gently pulled out the nozzle. "Hand me your plug."

Steven fumbled around, dropped it, laughed and giggled and finally managed to place his plug in his master's waiting hand. Mark quickly pushed it into the boy's sweet little ass. "On your knees and turn around," he ordered.

Steven staggered and lost his balance. The room was spinning and the floor didn't seem to be flat anymore. As he turned he fell forward, resting his head on his uncle's thigh.

"Ammmm I… ammm I drunk now?" the boy slurred.

"You most certainly are. Open my jeans and pull out your master's cock."

"Okie-dokie! I mean, okie-dokie, sir!"

Steven fumbled rather ineffectively with the buttons on Mark's jeans, tugging and pulling so hard that Mark nearly lost his own balance. He reached down and steadied the boy's hands and helped him. Steven had no problem reaching in and grabbing Mark's half-hard dick.

"Got a big cock in my hand!" the boy giggled.

"It should be in your mouth, slave."

Steven grinned, blinked his glassy eyes and wrapped his soft lips around his master's rapidly hardening manhood.

Mark quickly learned that having a drunken gay thirteen-year-old suck your cock for you is a wild and particularly exhilarating experience. Steven was considerably more sloppy and less disciplined than usual, but his wild uninhibited blowjob was something Mark had never experienced before. Steven was literally attacking him, sucking and slurping, grabbing Mark's big hairy balls with his left hand.

"You've got to be gentle with your master's balls, Steven," Mark had to remind him.

The boy just laughed, with his mouth still full of cock. He pulled off for just a moment.

"This is fun," he said, "oohhh, man, everything's spinning even faster…"

Mark held the boy's shoulders to steady him. "Ready to let it out?"

"Uh-huh," the boy nodded.

All the alcohol would have been absorbed into the boy's body now, so Mark pulled the boy over to the toilet and watched in amusement as Steven awkwardly squatted down over it.

"Um, kiddo, I think I need to take your plug out first."

"What? Oh, yeeeah, right. I forgot."

Steven staggered to his feet, turned around on his heels, and bent over.

Mark pulled the plug out once more and quickly set the boy back down on the toilet.

"Let it go, sweetie," he said.

The boy needed no invitation. The minute he squatted down his bowels released and he expelled the enema. He started giggling again. Mark flushed the toilet for him.

"Wipe your butt."

"Oh, yeah, okay."

Steven took way too much toilet paper but managed to get himself nice and clean. Mark stood him up and told him to bend over once again.

"Grab your ankles. Don't fall over."

"Okay."

Mark knelt behind the boy. Steven expected to feel his butt-plug being pushed back inside him. Instead he felt Mark's tongue licking at his little boy-hole. It was electrifying. Steven tensed at first, gasped, shivered and then totally relaxed as Mark began to rim the cute little slave boy's butt.

"Oh… my… god!" Steven exclaimed. "That is so fuckin' wild! Ohhhhhh, ohhh, sir, master, ohh, please don't stop, ooooohh, man…" Steven's voice grew softer and higher with each word until he finally trailed off into panting silence.

Mark reached around and felt Steven's cock straining inside its tiny little cage.

"I'm sooo horny," Steven moaned.

"I know. That's just the way I want you." Mark took the boy's leash and with a gentle tug pulled him out of the bathroom and down the hall.

"Aren't you putting my butt-plug back in?" Steven asked as he walked along behind his uncle.

"Not right now. You can come back for it later."

"Okay."

Mark led the drunken boy into the master bedroom and laid him down on the bed. Steven sat up on his elbows and watched as Mark undressed. He loved the way his uncle looked naked, and his eyes, as they often did, found their way to Mark's big handsome cock.

Mark was half hard and getting harder as he gazed down at his nephew on the bed, naked except for his leather collar and cuffs. He smiled at the boy, then turned off all the lights except the one on the nightstand, which he clicked to its lowest setting. Mark then turned on the surround sound music system, selecting soft new age music at a low gentle volume.

"Mmmm, romantic," Steven said with lopsided grin as the sounds of flutes and woodwinds slowly filled the room.

Mark joined the boy on the bed and placed his hand on the young teen's stomach. Steven immediately grew anxious, not knowing what to do with himself, or what his uncle expected him to do.

"Just lay back and relax for a while," Mark said. "Your master is going to enjoy your sexy little body, and I want you to enjoy it too."

"Okay," the boy said dreamily.

Mark pulled some lotion from the nightstand and began by slowly massaging the boy's shoulders. Steven laid back with his head on the pillow, his longish hair splayed out like a halo around his beautiful innocent face. Mark dug his fingers in a bit deeper, feeling the bones of the boy's shoulders beneath the smooth warm skin. Steven gasped momentarily.

"Not too hard?"

"No, sir, that feels real nice… I'm usually on my stomach when you do this," he observed, remembering getting long gentle backrubs from his uncle, a ritual going as far back as his very first summer here.

"Tonight is very special. I want you to feel totally relaxed."

"I do."

"Good."

Mark worked his hands down over the boy's ribcage, gently touching Steven's newly pierced nipples, before moving to the boy's tight stomach and abdomen. He pressed gently but firmly on the boy's muscular torso. Steven sighed in contentment as he felt every muscle in his body slowly going slack.

Mark avoided the boy's caged genitals, but was quite aware of Steven's frustrated hardness. He rubbed the thirteen-year-old's smooth hairless legs, again gently squeezing and massaging the muscles in the boy's thighs and calves. He finished by rubbing the boy's feet, then moving in close and suckling on the boy's toes.

Steven sighed and giggled.

"That tickles!"

But it really didn't. In fact it felt wonderful. No one had ever paid any such attention to his toes before. Steven never knew just how simultaneously relaxing and arousing that could be. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

Having worked the boy from his head to his adorable feet, Mark set the lotion back on the nightstand and straddled the lad with his knees on either side of the thirteen-year-old's narrow waist. Steven looked up at him with love and absolute trust in his young blue eyes. He saw that Mark now had a small tube of lubricant in his hand.

"Spread your legs for me," he told the boy, "and raise them up toward your chest."

Steven did as he was instructed, pulling his legs up and spreading them, holding them there with his hands behind his tightly bent knees. In this position, the boy's caged genitals were on display as was his adorably hairless little boyhole. Using a single finger, Mark lovingly lubricated the boy's virgin opening. Steven cooed and sighed, enjoying the erotic feelings tingling through his entire body. His cock was fully swollen inside its little cage.

"Feels so nice, sir," the boy said, his voice higher than usual, and very soft.

"I love you, Steven."

"I love you too, Uncle Mark…er, master…"

"Uncle Mark is fine tonight." He produced the key to the boy's cock cage. Steven eyed it with unmistakable lust and watched as Mark placed it into the padlock. With a single click the lock was opened, and then removed. "Don't get used to this. It won't be coming off again for a long time." With that warning, which Steven scarcely heeded, Mark freed the boy's sex from the cock-cage.

Steven's entire body tensed for just a moment, then the young teen gasped and watched with wide eyes as his frustrated penis became fully erect for the first time in days. He now had five hard throbbing inches [12½ cm] of boyhood between his smooth well-tanned thighs.

"Ohh, man, feels so great to finally have a boner," he sighed.

"Your little cock is so cute," Mark said while he gently fondled Steven's balls.

"Mmmm, sooo good… wanna cum so bad…"

"Not yet, Stevie, not yet."

Mark applied more lube to the boy's butt then to his own powerful erection. Steven was still holding his legs up and wide apart. Mark moved into position in front of the boy's little opening. Steven looked up at him from the pillow, this man he adored and worshiped and loved, probably more than any other human being on the planet.

"A boy's virginity as a very special thing," Mark said. "It is one of the most special things a boy can give to a man. I want to take yours tonight. Will you give yourself to me?"

"I'm your slave," the boy said dreamily, his voice trembling with nervous anticipation of what was about to happen. "You don't have to ask."

"Any other time I won't. But tonight, sweet boy, this is all about you. So, yes, I do have to ask."

Steven's smile was the most beautiful thing Mark had ever seen.

"I belong to you, sir, all of me."

Mark moved closer and placed his hard cock at the boy's soft warm little opening.

"Hold your legs for me, Steven. Don't touch your cock."

Steven nodded slowly and closed his eyes. It was happening. It was finally happening. The fantasy that had fired the boy's dreams and fueled so many orgasms for the last two years was finally becoming reality. Should he say it? Should he just say it? It was a bad word, one he probably said five times a day, but this time it would actually mean something wonderful.

"Fuck me, sir," he whispered. "Fuck my butt."

"I have all summer to fuck you, Steven," Mark said. "And I will. But tonight we are making love."

"We're making love," the boy responded. "That sounds so nice."

Mark pressed forward a little further until the head of his seven-inch [18 cm] cock was right at the boy's opening. He pushed with his hips and placed his hands on the backs of the boy's drawn-up legs. Slowly he began to enter the boy.

Steven gasped and cried out, in surprise and pleasure and just a little pain as he felt Mark's cock working its way slowly, insistently inside him. It was big. It was hard. It felt so different from a butt-plug or a dildo. The boy felt his cock getting even harder. It was already leaking. There was a little dribble of clear tasty teen-boy pre-cum oozing out of it onto his hairless groin.

"Ohh, ooohhhh," Steven sighed and winced and took in several rapid breaths.

"Easy, boy. Relax. Just relax. Let me in. Let me in…"

Steven allowed his muscles to go slack again and he dropped his head back onto the pillow. Mark thrust in slowly and gently, pushing more of his seven inches [18 cm] into the boy's tight warm hole.

"Mmmm, you are so tight, and so warm," Mark whispered. "And so wet." He looked down at the boy's hard cock and the little puddle of pre-cum that was forming on the boy's bare hairless pubic region.

"Feels, aannghgh, so good… mmmggh, soooo big… inside me… you're inside me…"

"Is that okay?"

"More than okay. I dream about this."

"Now you don't have to."

"I'll always dream about you, oooh, ooooohhh, ooh, put it in all the way, please… please… wanna feel it all inside me…"

"Not yet. We're going to take it slow tonight," Mark whispered. He was about half-way into the boy now when he stopped pressing forward. "Just feel me inside you. Don't move. Don't talk. Just lay back and close your little blue eyes and feel my cock inside you. Get used to it."

"Oh, yeah," the boy sighed in a barely audible whisper. "My master's cock is inside me."

"Are you feeling any pain?"

Steven was silent for a moment, his eyes were dreamy and distant. "Just a little, but it's okay. It's… I can feel it, in my special place up there. My dick is so hard right now…"

"Yes it is," Mark said, reaching down with his right hand and gently fondling the boy's rigid member.

Steven actually shouted with joy and animal arousal. He gritted his teeth and hissed as Mark slowly began to masturbate him. In just a matter of minutes the sexually frustrated boy was panting and getting close. Mark stopped playing with the boy's cock, held it gently, and pushed a little more of his manhood into the boy's butt. He could feel Steven's cock pulse wildly in his hand as he did this. He stopped and allowed the boy a few seconds to adjust, then he began stroking the thirteen-year-old's smooth young cock again.

"Don't cum," he said.

Steven shook his head. He suddenly didn't want to. Not just yet. The feelings were so strong, so good, so beyond anything his young boy mind could fathom, he wished they could just go on like this forever.

Mark pushed a little harder and another inch of his erection disappeared into the boy's rectum. Steven actually winced and whined a bit this time. The stretching was starting to get uncomfortable, the thickness, the huge almost unbearable thickness… he started panting again and his blue eyes began to fill with tears, but his cock remained painfully erect, painfully in need.

Once again Mark stopped to allow the boy a chance to get used to these new feelings.

To Steven it felt so amazing. It did hurt. Yes, it hurt, but it also felt so good, so incredibly good. Steven could feel his uncle's size and strength and power and he knew he was safe and loved and in loving hands. He gazed at his uncle through moist eyes and smiled.

"Are you okay?" Mark asked.

"Yeah."

"Relax," Mark repeated. "Pull your legs back a bit more."

Doing so seemed to shift their positions just slightly, suddenly increasing the maddening pressure and pleasure on the boy's immature prostate. The discomfort eased a bit as well. Steven moaned and turned his head from side to side on the pillow, his long hair flopping this way and that.

Mark pushed in again, harder this time.

Suddenly Steven felt something give. He let out a plaintive wail and all of Mark's long hard cock was suddenly inside him. He could feel his uncle's big, heavy, hairy balls pressing against his own hairless sack.

"Are you…?" the boy asked breathlessly as tears streamed from his eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart, I am. Can you feel me? All of me?

"Yeah."

"How does it feel?"

"Awesome."

"Are you hurting at all?"

"Just a little. I can take it."

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

Mark again took the boy's cock into his hand and once again brought Steven right to the edge of orgasm before stopping. Then he began to move his hips, slowly pulling his manhood out of the boy's fluttering little hole and sliding it back in a single, gentle, but powerful thrust.

Steven gasped and closed his eyes tightly. He felt Mark's cock pulling back, almost exiting him, before it once again slid back inside him, deeply and slowly, forcing its way past any resistance his young body might offer. Pre-cum was flowing out the boy's dick now in a constant stream. Mark had already noted that Steven produced a lot of pre-cum and he was very turned on by the sight of the thirteen-year-old's hard five-inch [12½ cm] cock leaking helplessly and uncontrollably.

Mark continued to make love to the young teen, with long, slow, deep thrusts, pausing every few minutes to give the boy's cock a few gentle strokes, bringing the boy closer and closer to the edge each time, but not allowing him to cum.

The boy was gripping the back of his knees tightly now, holding them back and wide apart for his uncle, his master. Staring down the length of his tight, sweaty torso he could see his boner sticking up eagerly and throbbing and swelling each time his uncle entered him. He watched spellbound as pre-cum oozed out of him in a steady stream, falling upon his hairless abdomen. Mark reached down and ran his fingertips through the remarkably large puddle of the boy's sticky clear emissions, covering his fingers with the thirteen-year-old's juices. He put them first to his mouth and licked them clean.

"Mmmm," he said, gazing down at the boy with love in his eyes. "Tastes like boy, so young and innocent."

Steven grinned even as Mark thrust into him yet again. Mark placed his hand on the tip of the boy's hard cock and rubbed a finger over Steven's piss-slit, once again coating his finger with the young teen's pre-cum. Steven hissed and groaned as his highly sensitive cock-head was stimulated. His entire boy trembled.

Mark slowly shook his head. "Don't cum. Not yet." He leaned forward as he pressed his erection deeper into the boy and presented his finger to Steven's panting mouth.

"Taste yourself," he said.

Steven eagerly lapped his own pre-cum off his uncle's finger.

"Doesn't seem that innocent to me," the boy said with a dreamy smile, "not any more… ooohh, yeah, go deeper… auuhggh… yeeeah, deeper…just like that… !"

Mark obeyed his young nephew's demand, sliding his well-greased cock slowly and easily all the way into the boy, then pressing yet further, making the boy squeal and whimper and moan, making the boy's cock strain and pulse. It had turned a much darker shade now than it had ever been before, so engorged, so aroused, so eager, so desperate for a cum. Little veins were beginning to appear along the normally smooth boyish shaft.

"Look at how hard you are right now," Mark whispered.

"Yeah… it feels so good…"

For the next ten minutes man and boy were completely silent, both lost in their lovemaking, both swept away by deep burning pleasure. Steven gasped and writhed beneath his uncle, his dick was now pointing up toward his navel. He was staring into his uncle's eyes, and Mark was staring back at him.

Without a word, Mark took the boy's cock into his hand and began to slowly stroke it, up and down in long slow movements.

Steven whined and squealed and his breath began to quicken. The pressure and pleasure inside him was reaching a crescendo now. He felt the familiar churning in his young balls, only this time stronger, deeper, almost aching, he was so close…

Mark sped up, both his thrusts into the boy's warm moist hole and his strokes of the boy's erection.

Steven's body tensed. He let out a loud wail. In that instant, Mark let go of the boy's cock. With his eyes open wide Steven came, harder and more powerfully than he ever had before. The boy felt as if his balls were erupting. He shouted and cried out, overwhelmed by the pleasures his young body was experiencing for the first time. Mark continued to thrust deep into him as the boy shot his young teenaged spunk all over his heaving chest and stomach. The thirteen-year-old's ejaculation was so powerful that the first spasms actually shot some of his cum onto his face. Mark pressed himself powerfully into the boy one last time, forcing yet another spasm from the young teen, coaxing more cum out of the boy's aching balls.

Steven remained hard for several minutes, but he threw his head back onto the pillow and lost his grip on his legs. Mark held them in position for a moment, then slowly pulled out, still hard. The slave had cum, the master had not, but that was exactly how Mark had planned it.

Steven was breathing softly now, slow and shallow, his eyes half closed in a dreamlike state of bliss.

Mark straddled the boy and ran his hands gently over Steven's chest. Tenderly he massaged the boy's cum into his smooth hairless skin. Steven sighed and splayed his arms out over his head, stretching his lean torso and yawning, a boy perfectly content and satisfied. His young cock slowly softened. Mark fondled it lovingly.

"Good?" he asked.

"Awesome," Steven replied.

"You're mine now. All mine. I'll always be your first."

"Yeah. Yeah, I like that. I'll always remember."

They stared at one another for a few moments. Steven then trailed his eyes slowly down Mark's muscular body, finally resting them on his uncle's hard cock.

"You're still hard," the boy observed.

"Maybe you should do something about that," Mark said, taking Steven's hand and placing it on his cock.

Steven began slowly at first, rubbing his hand up and down the length of Mark's thick shaft. This was not the first time he'd jerked off another guy. His best friend Jason had let him do it once or twice, but had always refused to return the favor. Jason's cock was considerably bigger than Steven's but absolutely insignificant compared to Mark's. And Mark's seemed to be getting even larger as Steven continued to work it slowly with his hand.

"It's so big," the boy said softly. "Can't believe I had that inside me."

"You did. You were great. And I'll train you to get even better, and you'll enjoy it even more. Go a little faster now, don't grip so hard… that's right… keep going…yeah…"

The light touch of the boy's soft hand was electrifying.

"Mmmm, nothing like having a thirteen-year-old around to jerk you off… slower now… getting close…"

Steven swirled his fingers over the tip of Mark's cock, all wet and drippy with pre-cum.

Mark hissed and tensed and his cock hardened even more. Steven smiled up at his uncle knowingly. He was a handsome young boy just beginning to comprehend his power over older guys, his uncle especially included.

"Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" Mark asked.

"Yep."

"Gonna let me cum?"

"Maybe," the boy answered with a sly grin, "when I'm done playing with it."

But Steven underestimated just how horny his uncle could be. Mark was still a young man himself, and though not the perpetual little hornball that thirteen-year-old Steven was proving to be, he was still a virile man with an almost insatiable sex drive. He began to pant and groan and to press his erection into the boy's hand.

"Do it, Steven. Make me cum…"

"Yeah. Yeah, ok…" Steven licked his lower lip and focused all of his attention on Mark's big thick boner, stroking it, rubbing it, speeding up and slowing down, tightening and then releasing his grip. He sat up and bent forward, engulfing just the tip of Mark's cock in his mouth while still working the shaft with is left hand.

"That's wild!" Mark leaned back, closed his eyes and with a final groan began to ejaculate. Steven pulled back and aimed his uncle's cock so that the first spasms shot out right onto his face, the rest landing on his chest as he flopped back down onto his back.

As Mark came down from his orgasm he noticed the erotic scene before him. Naked young Steven, with his cock still soft and small, with his blue eyes so sensitive and knowing, with globs of gooey white cum all over his face and chin and neck and chest. The boy was smiling up at him, licking his cum-covered lips.

"You are so cute," Mark said.

"Yeah, I know."

"Smart ass."

Steven playfully stuck out his tongue. Mark returned the boy's gesture.

"I'm all covered in your stuff," Steven observed, gazing down at his chest and stomach.

"Rub it into your skin. It's good for you."

Steven gave his uncle a wise look, but did as he was told, massaging his uncle's spunk into his smooth hairless skin. Mark was still straddling him, watching the boy at work. Steven's cock had grown half-hard again, but the boy hardly seemed aware of it.

"There's still some wine left," Mark said as he left the bed. "Want to share it with me?"

"Sure!"

Mark held out his hand and helped the boy regain his feet. Steven's legs felt all rubbery and wobbly and his butt felt as if it were wide open.

"Feels real funny back there," the boy said.

"You need something up your butt, don't you?"

"Guess so."

"Run into the bathroom and bring me your plug."

Steven moved at half a run, his gait somewhat awkward in testament to his very first fucking. He was back a moment later, presenting his butt-plug to his uncle and immediately assuming the required position with his hands gripping his ankles.

The plug slid in easily, with almost no resistance at all. Steven took in a sharp breath as he felt it work its way inside him and as his little ring closed down around the end of it.

"Oh, man, that's like, like bein' fucked all over again…"

"You're okay?"

"Yeah. Feels awesome up there."

Steven was now sporting a full erection. Mark noticed it but pretended to ignore the boy's excited state.

"Well I'm glad. When your master's cock isn't in there, your butt-plug will be. From now on you will never spend one second, awake or asleep, without something shoved up that cute little butt."

"Wow."

"Ready for a little more wine?

"Yes, sir."

Mark and Steven spent the next hour out on the deck as the moon lit the ocean in a soft blue glow. The sounds of the waves crashing on the beach had a relaxing effect on the boy. He shared the lounge with his uncle, sitting between Mark's legs and resting his back on Mark's chest. Steven's young cock hardened and softened several times but not once did he attempt to touch it.

His breathing slowed and deepened.

His eyes fluttered closed.

He felt his uncle hand's running tenderly through his hair.

He remembered being gently awakened sometime later. The air was cool against his naked body. He remembered Uncle Mark taking him back upstairs and helping him crawl into bed. His master's bed. He remembered being covered by the light silken sheet. Steven sighed and smiled and giggled softly in his dreamlike state as his uncle kissed him goodnight. And a good night it had been. A night to remember. A night of firsts in the life of a thirteen-year-old boy that he would never forget.

Chapter 12

'Oh, yeah. He didn't put my cock-cage back on last night,' the boy thought. To his own amazement he realized he'd slept all night with his penis free and hard and he had not touched it or played with it even once. Now his five-inch [12½ cm] erection was demanding attention. Steven felt eager and full of want and need, and yet utterly satisfied to simply let it be that way. Denial was actually rather exciting.

Mark whispered into his ear. "Roll over, Steven. Onto your tummy."

With his teenaged brain still clouded by sleep, Steven grunted and slowly complied.

"Good boy," Mark said. He massaged the boy's back for a moment. "Lift your butt for a second." He took one of the pillows and placed it under the thirteen-year-old's middle. Next he pulled Steven's arms behind his back.

"Hold them right there. Don't move."

Again the sleepy boy grunted, still only half aware of what was happening.

Mark took some rope from the nightstand and tightly bound the boy's wrists. Steven's arms were now bound behind him. That, of course, was immediately arousing, and Steven instinctively pressed his hips into the pillow, enjoying the feeling of the soft down against his rock hard boy-cock.

Mark smacked him gently on the butt. "Don't you dare. Lie still."

"Ok."

Mark spread the boy's legs and positioned himself in between them. He reached down and pulled out Steven's butt-plug in a slow but steady motion. He cast it aside. The boy moaned and whimpered. Mark grabbed the lube and squirted a large amount between the boy's beautiful butt cheeks. He quickly and very roughly fingered the kid's rectum to make sure he'd gotten enough of the lube inside the boy.

Without another word he pressed his thick massive erection against the boy's tight opening. He pushed hard and felt the boy's little ring stretching and giving way.

Steven struggled beneath him, suddenly shocked completely awake by the feeling of his uncle's huge cock entering him.

Mark was not nearly as gentle as he had been last night. With a single powerful thrust he forced his manly erection into the thirteen-year-old boy's ass.

Steven cried out and thrashed around for a moment. Mark pressed his weight down against the boy to keep him pinned to the mattress. For the very first time, the first time ever with his beloved uncle, Steven felt scared. Out of control. Something was being done to him without his tacit permission.

"Nooo, sir, please…" the boy cried softly, biting into his pillow as the pain of his uncle's rough entry shot through him. "I'm… I'm not ready…"

"You're a slave, Steven. It's your job to be ready. No more talking. I don't want to have to gag you."

Steven buried his head in the pillow again as his uncle, his master, began to fuck him, hard and fast, with powerful thrusts that felt like they were going to tear him apart from the inside out.

"You're gonna feel this one all the way up to your throat, boy," Mark growled as he pulled all the way out of the boy's tight little hole and rammed himself back in with frightening strength and speed.

Steven screamed. He actually screamed. A shrill, high-pitched wail that broke his voice and left him sobbing. What was happening? Was this a nightmare? Was he still asleep?

What was happening? Mark was asking himself that same question as the naked boy lie writhing and helpless beneath him, as he drove his throbbing erection into the thirteen-year-old's warm soft opening again and again. 'I'm raping him. Oh, my god, I'm raping him.'

The horror and doubt of that brief flash of insight faded quickly in his sexually crazed mind. 'He's a slave. He wants this. He doesn't even know it yet, but he wants this.'

Mark did ease up a bit, hearing the boy crying into his pillow was not something he could just ignore, but he did not stop and he did not relent. He continued to fuck the boy with long hard powerful thrusts. After several minutes, he reached down between Steven's legs, fished his hand between the boy and the pillow and found Steven's five inch [12½ cm] erection. The boy's cock was harder than he'd ever felt it before and the pillow was soaked with pre-cum.

"What is this?" Mark asked in a low whisper as he pushed his manhood deeper into the boy.

Steven's voice was hoarse and weak. "That's… aagghh… your slave's useless little cock, sir," the boy replied, remembering his lines from before even as Mark's cock stabbed at his insides and assaulted his immature prostate.

"And who does this pathetic little thing belong to?"

"It belongs to my master," the boy replied with a touch of defiance in his voice.

"And who is your master, slave?" Mark growled, not liking the boy's tone. He rammed in even harder than before.

"You…aaaaghghgh!" Steven let out a high-pitched squeal. "You! You, sir! You are!"

"And what is this slave's cock good for?"

"Nnn… nn… nothing but… aoouwww… pissing, sir!"

"Then why is it hard, boy?"

"I don't know, master!" Steven sobbed hysterically.

"Because this slave is a cock-whore," Mark growled. "Say it!"

"Because this slave is a cock-whore, sir," Steven squealed between wracking sobs, repeating the latest naughty words he'd been instructed to use. "I'm a dirty filthy little cock-whore!"

Mark left the boy's aching erection and worked his hand down to Steven's testicles. The boy's balls were resting upon the pillow in their soft pink hairless sack.

"And what are these little things, slave?"

"Those are your slave's balls, sir."

"And who do they belong to?"

"You, sir," the boy could barely speak through his tears and sobs.

"And what are they good for?"

"Not much of anything, sir."

"And what is this?" Mark asked as he thrust hard into the boy yet again.

"My butt, sir."

"No. It is my slave's tight little boy cunt. Say it!"

"It is your… aaooouww… your slave's tight little boy cunt, sir!" Steven was shouting now, driven practically into hysterics by his uncle's continued thrusts. He hated this. This was wrong. He was tied and helpless and his uncle hadn't asked him, he didn't even seem to care that it was hurting him. He hated his uncle so much right then. He hated everything. He just wanted it all to stop.

And yet…

And yet his cock was so hard, so incredibly hard. And the feelings inside him were starting to become so incredibly good.

"That's right. And sometimes a helpless little gay boy needs to have his little cunt fucked long and hard by a big strong man, doesn't he?"

"Yes, master," Steven whispered into his pillow.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I said 'Yes, Master!'" Steven shouted again, his voice shrill and wracked with emotion.

Mark continued fucking boy, working in some slower gentler thrusts now. Steven's back was glistening with boy sweat, his balls dangled low and heavy, cradled by the soft pillow, his hard boyish boner was pressed firmly against his hairless abdomen. He clenched his bound hands into fists and then relaxed them, then clenched them again as Mark pulled out and entered him once more.

"Oh, fuck!" the boy cried out.

"It's starting to feel good now, isn't it?" Mark asked softly.

Steven nodded and whimpered and began to press his cock into the pillow. It was feeling good. So incredibly good.

"Do you understand what's happening to you?"

"Yeah."

For the next few blissful moments, man and boy found a perfect love-making rhythm, the boy raising his butt in time with the man's powerful thrusts, the man pushing the boy down each time, grinding the thirteen-year-old's erection into the pillow.

Soon young Steven was whining and gasping and making those little noises in his throat that told Mark he was about to have an orgasm. Steven's lithe young body tensed and he let out plaintive sob. It was obvious that the boy was doing his very best to hold back and keep himself from cumming.

"It's okay, Stevie," Mark encouraged him. "I want you to cum. Cum for your master. Let me hear you."

That was all the boy needed. He began grinding his hips frantically into the pillow. Humping up and down for all he was worth. His wild thrashing movements had their inevitable effect on Mark's cock was well.

Mark groaned and gave the boy one last powerful thrust then filled the boy's guts with his seed.

Steven shouted and actually laughed. His orgasm was so amazing and accompanied by such a profound release of emotion that he couldn't help himself. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeeeahhh!" The boy growled from someplace deep inside himself and shot his fresh teenaged spunk into the pillow. His entire body went into spasms, all the way down to his toes. He jerked violently beneath his uncle as more and more of his young sperm came out of him. Time seemed to stand still for him. He could never remember an orgasm being this strong or lasting this long, even the one last night did not compare to this one. He was still humping the pillow as his young penis deflated and returned to its cute harmless three inch [7½ cm] state.

Mark stayed inside the boy until his cock deflated, then he pulled out. Spent cum oozed out of the thirteen-year-old's hole, tinged pink with the boy's blood. Steven lay limp on the bed, his head still pressed into the pillow, his breathing ragged and quick. His exhilaration at having such a powerful orgasm had left him exhausted, physically and emotionally. He was sobbing quietly, but Mark understood that it was not from any real distress, simply the strain and confusion of enduring so much emotion, so much pleasure, so much pain, all at once. Steven was experiencing raw emotions and physical sensations he'd never imagined possible, and he was really still too young to be able to process them on his own.

Mark knew he had pushed the boy past his limits, but that was part of what this summer was all about, part of what being a slave was all about, part of what growing up is all about. He reached up and stroked the back of the boy's head, running his fingers through Steven's long silken brown hair.

Steven remained silent.

"Take deep breaths, sweetie," Mark said tenderly.

The boy sniffled, inhaled deeply and drew his bare legs together.

"No, honey, keep them apart. I need to clean you up back there, ok?"

"K," the boy whimpered into his pillow.

"I'll be right back. Don't get up. Don't move."

"Yes, master."

Mark was glad to hear Steven call him that. He patted the boy on the back of his thigh and left the bed, making a quick trip to the bathroom to retrieve several soft wash rags. He returned and sat beside the naked boy.

"Lift your head, sweetie," he said, rubbing the boy's sweaty back.

Steven obeyed and Mark wiped the young teen's face with one of the warm cloths. Steven closed his eyes and sniffled again. Mark wiped the boy's eyes and his cheeks, his nose and his mouth. The warm washcloth felt soft and comforting. The boy laid his head back down on the pillow, but turned it so he was looking at his uncle.

"Are you alright?" Mark asked as he untied the boy's hands.

Steven's wrists were red from struggling so violently against the ropes.

"Yes, sir. That was the best cum I ever had."

"Even though I got a little rough with you?" Mark gently massaged the boy's slender wrists. "Yeah. I think that's why it was so good. All those things you said to me… those nasty things you made me say… the way you just… just… kept fucking me… it was so hard, it was so scary… I couldn't move at all when you were on top of me… I felt… I felt… "

"Like a slave?"

"Yeah. Like a slave."

"I didn't mean for things to get so rough, but they did, and I can promise you that I will do that to you again, probably more than once. I'm your master, I can take that little ass of yours whenever I want it, however I want it, as hard or easy as I want it, whether you want it or not."

"Yeah. That was hard to take. When I tried to tell you I didn't want to, and you just forced me."

"Did that scare you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did that turn you on?"

"The truth?"

"I expect nothing less from you."

"Not at first, sir," the boy said, choosing his words carefully. "I thought it was awful, like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up. Why would you hurt me like that, when we love each other so much," the boy's soft high tenor broke at that moment and his eyes started to water.

Mark continued rubbing the boy's back. Steven continued trying to explain all those confusing, conflicting feelings that had torn him apart. "Then you started saying all those mean things to me and I sort of got into it… no, I really got into it. I can't believe how awesome it felt when I finally shot my stuff."

Mark took the second moist rag and began to clean the boy's butt.

"Mmmm that feels nice."

"You're little ass is going to be very sore today," Mark warned him.

"It's sore already. Feels like I'm wide open back there."

"That'll go away once I put your butt-plug back in. Which is going to happen right now." Mark hit the boy hard on the ass. "Get up on your hands and knees, boy."

"Yes, master."

Steven found this position to be the most humiliating. There he was on all fours like an animal, with his hairless balls and hairless cock dangling between his hairless legs. In spite of the fact that he'd just cum, the boy's penis was already semi-erect. Steven gasped and sighed as Mark lubricated his well-fucked little hole and slowly pushed the butt-plug inside him. He was sporting a full erection by the time he felt his little ring clench around the plug.

"Enough of that, boy," Mark said, squeezing Steven's dangling ball sack. "Get that little slave-cock soft. Right now."

Steven yelped. Mark tightened his grip on the thirteen-year-old's balls. Steven could feel the dull pain shooting through him and into his stomach.

"Does this hurt?"

"Yes, sir," the thirteen-year-old squeaked, his voice breaking awkwardly.

Mark reached under him with his free hand and grabbed the boy's hard cock. Steven trembled and sighed at his uncle's touch. Mark pulled down a little harder on the young teen's ball sack. Steven let out a high-pitched grunt. He could feel that his misbehaving cock was actually getting harder.

"Guess you like having your balls knocked around a bit," Mark observed, running his fingers along Steven's hard five inches [12½ cm] of throbbing boyhood.

"Yeah. I guess I do. It isn't getting any softer, is it?"

"No. And that is unacceptable behavior for a slave boy. I gave you a break last night, but you know your cock is supposed to be soft."

"I'm trying, sir."

"I know. I'll help you. Get on your feet. Hands behind your head."

"Yes, sir."

Steven stood beside the bed and assumed the position. The boy's hard penis was sticking up lewdly from his hairless groin. His ripe young teen balls were hanging low. Mark flicked the boy's cock-head with his fingers, causing Steven to draw in a sharp hissing breath.

"I could just keep doing this until you get it soft. Would my little slave like that?"

"No, sir!"

"Well, I've got one last idea then."

Mark attached the leather leash to Steven's collar and dragged him down the hall to the bathroom, Steven's boner swinging from side to side as he scurried along behind his master. Mark pushed the boy into the shower, looped the end of the leash around the showerhead and turned on the cold water.

Steven shrieked and screamed as the icy water cascaded over his defenseless body. With the leash wrapped around the showerhead, Steven was forced up onto his tippy-toes and unable to escape the harsh spray of frigid water.

"Cold!" Steven shouted as he clawed his hands against the tiled walls.

Mark stood there amused as the boy frantically tried to avoid the cold water. Steven was kicking his shapely slender legs and twisting and turning, but always held fast by the leash attached to his collar. The water hit him in the face and sprayed across his chest and shoulders. The boy's teeth were chattering and his entire body was starting to shiver.

Watching the naked boy struggle was simply delightful. Over the course of the past few days, Mark was becoming increasingly aware, and surprised, at just how cruel he could be to his beloved nephew and just how much humiliating and tormenting the boy could turn him on.

"As soon as that little thing is soft, I'll turn off the water," he said. There was no malice in his voice. It was simply a statement of fact.

Steven sputtered and trembled and tried once again in vain to avoid the assault from the ice cold shower.

After a few more torturous minutes, Steven's cock had finally softened and returned to its flaccid three-inch [7½ cm] state.

Mark immediately turned off the water. "Stay there. Hands behind your head," he ordered once again.

Steven did as ordered and was left shivering and dripping in the shower.

Mark was back quickly with the boy's cock-cage.

"Time to get that little thing locked up again," he said with a smile.

Steven sniffled and trembled from the cold, but he spread his legs a bit wider to give his master easy access to his shrunken hairless boy-parts.

Mark had to coax the boy's balls back down into their sack before he could fit the base ring around the boy's genitals.

"I'm adding something new," Mark explained, holding up a small half-ring with sharp plastic spikes on it. "These spikes will remind you that erections are forbidden. They attach to the center post like this," Mark demonstrated by sliding the spiked ring over the small plastic post which held the device together. "They go right at the base of your cock. You'll feel them every time your cock tries to get hard. And the discomfort will help you get it soft a lot faster."

Steven bit his lower lip and stared anxiously at this frightening new addition to his cock-cage.

Mark moved in close and spoke into the boy's ear, as he always did when he was reassuring the boy. "They're really not that sharp. They won't cut into your skin or anything, but they will hurt a bit if you try to get really hard. You'll always be able to feel them, and you'll always remember that these," Mark gently brushed the boy's genitals, "belong to me."

"Yes, sir."

Mark made quick work of locking Steven back into chastity. As was always the case, Steven's penis immediately began to swell up in a vain attempt at erection. The boy felt the spikes instantly along with the normal confining pressure from the tiny plastic cage.

"Oh, man, this is crazy," he said, staring down at his imprisoned boyhood.

"I wasn't kidding last night," Mark said. "That cage won't be coming off very often. And even when it does, that still doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to cum."

"So, uhm, why take it off at all then?" the boy asked, sounding a bit smart-assed but sincerely curious and a bit puzzled. He'd just naturally assumed that every time the cage came off, it followed that he'd be allowed to get hard and cum.

"I'll take it off when I want to torture your cock and balls. What are you supposed to say when I ask you what your little slave cock is good for?"

"Pissing, sir," the boy said confidently.

"Well it is also good for torturing you. I'll hang some weights from your ball sack, or whip your cock and balls, or push some pins in them, or maybe stick some things right down into your little piss-hole. I might even try running some electricity through them, just to see what that does to you. Now doesn't all that sound like lots of fun?"

Steven's eyes widened. "Um, not really, sir," he replied.

Mark gave the boy an evil grin. "Of course I'll also have to start milking you."

"What? Milking me? What's that?"

"I'll make you spill your spunk without letting you have an orgasm," Mark explained.

"No way!" the boy exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes way, little slave. You've had your last orgasm this summer. From now on I'll be draining your balls the hard way. Hard for you anyway. Loads of fun for me."

"Will it hurt?"

"Does it really matter? Its not like you're going to have a say in the matter."

Steven shook his head and put on his most pathetic hangdog expression.

Mark tousled the boy's hair. "Come on, Steven. It won't be that bad. You've enjoyed pretty much everything we've done so far, right?"

"Yeah, even the nasty stuff is cool," the boy admitted.

"So trust your master. He knows what's best for his little slave. And what's best for you is no cums 'til the end of the summer. You might end up having a wet dream and you might cum once or twice when I'm fucking you, but it'll always be with your cock-cage on. And if you do manage to cum that way, you will be punished for it. Severely. Just about the worst thing a slave boy can do is spill his seed without his master's permission."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. That stuff's yours too, right?"

"Right. When I want some fresh boy cream, I'll get it from you myself."

"Yes, sir," Steven replied, still not too sure about this latest development in his training.

"Now run downstairs and make me a hot breakfast. Cold cereal will be good enough for you."

"What should I make?"

"Whatever won't totally destroy the kitchen. You've got fifteen minutes, so get your ass in gear."

Steven snapped to attention and took off downstairs. By now he was becoming considerably more adept in the kitchen and had the table set and ready with Mark's breakfast just as his uncle entered the room. Steven placed a cereal bowl on the floor for himself and poured out a big pile of Fruity Pebbles. His mom generally forbade kid cereals, but Mark frequently indulged him over the summer. Mark smiled when he saw it, reminded that in many ways Steven really was still a little kid.

"You know that stuff rots your teeth," he said with a laugh.

"Hey, I brush," was the boy's response.

"So, is your master's breakfast ready?"

"Sir, yes, sir." Steven stood up and pulled out the chair for his uncle. Once Mark had seated himself, Steven poured his uncle's coffee and juice, then the boy stood back at attention, his hands clasped behind his back. Mark gazed at the boy in approval, noting the slight swelling within the thirteen-year-old's cock-cage.

"Good thing you didn't put milk on your cereal," Mark replied as he started in leisurely on his breakfast. "You don't get to eat until I'm finished."

"That was sort of what I figured, sir," the boy replied quietly. "Didn't want it getting all soggy."

"I believe you'll find the morning paper on the front porch, boy," Mark said as he took a sip of his coffee.

"But… but I'm naked, sir."

"Yes, you are," Mark replied and stared at him sternly. "How is that a problem for me?"

"It isn't, sir." Steven's heart began to race at just the thought of being caught naked. Of course Mark's house was somewhat isolated and he reasoned the chance of anyone actually seeing him this early in the morning was slim to none. He marched off to the front door, opened it, and to his dismay discovered that the paper had not made it to the porch but was instead out on the driveway.

'I'll have to run for it,' he thought, calling up all his thirteen-year-old courage.

An observer, had there been one, would have seen a lean and superbly athletic thirteen-year-old boy, without a stitch of clothing or a lick of hair on his body, his cock locked into a small plastic cage, a leather collar around his neck, bounding down the steps, charging down the driveway, picking up the newspaper in a graceful bend, then hustling back up to the porch as fast as his fine young legs could carry him.

Steven closed the door, caught his breath, peered out the window to see if anyone might have seen him streaking down the driveway. Cars were speeding up and down the road as the morning summertime rush began. People all caught up in their own little worlds to have ever noticed him. He felt the spikes digging into his cock and realized his imprisoned boyhood was trying its best to get and stay hard inside its cage. He winced and groaned and took several deep breaths to calm himself, then he tucked the paper under his arm and took it in to his uncle.

"There now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Mark asked as he unfolded the paper. Steven resumed his place beside his master, hands again behind his back.

"No, sir. Kinda wicked, actually."

"Figured you'd get a little thrill out of it. Those spikes doing their job?"

"Yes, sir," the boy replied, noting that his cock's vain attempt at erection had been finally thwarted, and that the sharp discomfort had subsided.

"See, they don't hurt you as long as you keep that little thing soft."

Steven nodded that he understood. "More coffee, Master?"

"Yes, thank you, slave. Would you like a cup for yourself?"

"Can I use milk and sugar, sir?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

Steven rolled his teenaged eyes. "May I use milk and sugar, sir?"

"Certainly."

Steven picked an identical mug to his uncle's and poured his own cup. Mark watched with a gentle smile as the boy poured in a large amount of milk and an even larger amount of sugar. Steven drank his coffee standing up.

"I'm finished, slave," Mark announced a few moments later. "Clear my dishes and then you may eat your cereal. I'll be in the living room. Come get me when you are done." Mark got up from the table, kissed the boy on the cheek and left the naked lad alone to finish up on his own.

Steven's stomach was growling by now. He made quick work of washing everything up, then quickly downed his own cereal, tipping the bowl to his soft lips to finish the now fruity-flavored milk. He wiped away his milk-moustache with the back of his hand, placed the bowl in the sink, notably without washing it, and strode into the living room, confident and happy and ready to start another day as his uncle's slave.

Mark gagged Steven as soon as the boy presented himself in the living room. It was another cock-gag, only this time the rubber dick was huge, long and thick. It filled the boy's mouth and tickled the back of his throat. Steven's eyes went wide as he realized just how impossibly big the rubber cock in his mouth was.

"Don't panic. Don't whine about it. Don't make a sound. You're a slave, and I want you gagged this morning. Hands behind your back."

Steven complied even as he struggled with the gag. He felt the unmistakable chill of metal handcuffs being closed around his wrists. Tightly this time. Tighter than ever before. Steven wiggled his fingers and felt around the edges of the metal cuffs.

"There's no safety release on them, boy, so stop trying to find it. These are the real deal and you won't be getting out of them until I want you to."

Mark grabbed the boy's caged genitals and pulled him forward. He played with Steven's hairless ball sack for a few idle minutes, rolling the young teen's balls around between his fingers. Steven trembled but did his best to remain perfectly still. Mark then ran his index finger under the boy's sack, tracing back along the thirteen-year-old's perfectly hairless perineum. He could actually feel the swelling of Steven's prostate. He pressed softly. Steven gasped and moaned into his gag. He spread his legs to give his uncle better access and a little glob of clear glistening pre-cum oozed out of his cock.

"Turn around."

Steven obeyed and felt his master's hand gripping the end of his butt-plug.

"Bend over."

Again Steven followed orders and felt the plug being slowly pulled out of him. An instant later it was replaced with something different. Smaller, rounded, ice cold, probably made of some kind of metal. After the constant stretching of the butt-plug it felt good to have something a little smaller up there. Steven also felt something against the inside of his right thigh. It was a thin electrical cord. He looked down and could see it dangling there, coming out of the end of whatever was currently inside his butt. There was a little controller at the end of the cord. Mark took some medical tape and carefully attached the cord to Steven's right leg, running it down his smooth hairless inner thigh. The controller ended up being taped on the other side of his leg, just above his knee. Mark slid the dial forward about half way and the thing in Steven's butt immediately started to vibrate.

"Mmmm" the boy cooed as the vibrations swept over his prostate.

"That's the medium setting. Let's see what 'high' does to you."

Mark moved the slider all the way to its maximum setting and the little egg-shaped anal vibrator began to really buzz inside the boy's rectum

"MMMmmmmm!!!" Steven groaned and grunted into his gag, his little toes curling with pleasure.

"That will probably be too much for you," Mark said, moving the slider back to a lower setting, enough to provide a constant massage to the boy's prostate without getting him too excited.

"That should keep you occupied all morning," Mark stated. "You are not to move from this spot. I've got some work to do in the office. You can watch a porno while you're down here." Mark reached for the dvd remote and pressed play. On the big screen a video began. There was a smooth, smallish college-aged boy chained in a dark dungeon. His youthful appearance was an immediate turn on for young Steven, who could easily imagine himself in the older boy's place. "Enjoy yourself," Mark said, playfully giggling the thirteen-year-old's cock-cage.

Steven watched as a hooded torturer appeared on the video, big, muscular, with a hairy chest and powerful arms. For the next hour the boy stood there as ordered, watching the boy on the video being whipped and flogged and forced to suck the torturer's massive cock before finally being raped with it. Steven did his best to follow Mark's orders precisely, not moving his feet or his legs, occasionally wiggling his fingers, frequently clenching his butt in an attempt to stop the maddening vibration. What had started as pleasure was becoming an agonizing ordeal of arousal and denial. His cock kept trying to get hard, only to meet the cruel spikes and be quickly deflated again. Over and over this frustrating cycle played out. The vibrator in his butt driving him to get hard, the spikes and the tiny cage making that utterly impossible.

As the credits rolled on the screen, Steven was panting and sweating and desperately horny once again. His morning orgasm seemed like it might as well have happened weeks ago. If he really wasn't getting out of that cock-cage for the rest of the summer, if he really wasn't going to be allowed to cum, he was sure it would probably kill him. And why, exactly, was that so incredibly exciting?

Steven was left standing there for close to half an hour, the vibrator buzzing away in his butt, his caged cock continually straining to get hard, the spikes causing a sharp and constant pain at the base of his penis. Tears of frustration clouded his eyes and he blinked them away, not knowing when his uncle might come back and not wanting to be seen crying.

When Mark finally did return he was dressed for the beach.

"Did you enjoy the movie?" his uncle asked with a smirk.

Steven nodded. Mark stood in front of him and looked him up and down. He noticed the boy's wet eyes but said nothing. Instead, he tweaked the boy's nipples, tugging gently on the newly installed rings. Steven winced and stood up on his tippy-toes. Mark then reached down and cupped the thirteen-year-old's soft hairless balls.

"Turned you on, didn't it? Seeing another boy tortured."

Again Steven nodded. The little vibrator was still buzzing inside him.

"Ready for this to come out?" Mark asked, tugging softly on the vibrator's cord.

The boy nodded vehemently.

Mark smiled at him and pulled off the medical tape, freeing the controller from Steven's thigh, then he slowly moved the slider to the off position. Steven whimpered a bit as the torturous stimulation of his adolescent prostate finally ceased. He dutifully bent over. Mark pulled the little egg-shaped vibrator out of him and gently pushed Steven's butt-plug back inside. Steven groaned as it slid back up inside him. Mark then reached behind the young teen's head and removed the penis-gag. He spun the boy around and took off the handcuffs.

"Upstairs. Brush your teeth. Put on your new swim shorts, grab us some towels and lotion and come right back down."

"Are we spending the morning at the beach?"

"Well, I am. You are going to be waiting on me like a good little slave. Get moving!"

Steven trotted along behind his uncle on the short walk to the beach, carrying everything they would need. He dutifully set up a beach chair, laid out the towels and then stood perfectly at attention while his uncle applied the tanning lotion to his smooth silken skin.

"Now you do me," Mark said, handing the boy the bottle and waiting.

Steven rubbed the lotion all over Mark's chest and arms and back. As he worked his way down to Mark's legs, he could see his uncle's erection tenting out within his swim trunks. He gave his uncle a knowing smile and felt his own cock twitching briefly.

For the next few hours, Steven served as Mark's attendant, waiting for him with towel in hand whenever his uncle came out of the water, reapplying the suntan lotion, keeping sand out of the beach chair when it wasn't occupied, running back to the house to fetch a cooler of ice and drinks and serving his uncle whenever he demanded it. He was even made to turn the pages of the magazine Mark had brought along to read. When the boy wasn't engaged in any of these servile activities, he was on his knees next to the chair, his hands behind his back ready for further instructions. He would occasionally cast a longing glance at the cool ocean water. There was likely going to be a storm later in the day as the waves were breaking larger and closer to shore than usual. Steven could feel the wind shifting, blowing in off the water now, cool and damp and faintly salty. The sky however was still virtually cloudless. The sun glistened off his young shoulders.

Steven began to wonder if was going to be allowed to go into the water at all today.

Mark pulled a small whistle from a pocket on his trunks.

"When I blow on this, you may run down to the water and go for a swim or whatever you want to do. When I blow on it again, you will run straight back here."

"Yes, sir."

The whistle blew and the boy was on his feet and flying toward the water with all his pent up boyish energy, he splashed around playfully for a few moments and then swam out past the breakers. He was just getting into it when he heard the whistle blow. He body-surfed his way back into shore and ran back up to stand beside his uncle once again.

"On your knees."

"Yes, sir," the boy dripping-wet boy replied.

Moments later, Mark blew the whistle again.

Again Steven took off for the water. He'd barely gotten in to his waist when the whistle sounded once more, calling him back to his knees beside is uncle's chair.

It went on like this for the better part of an hour. Steven running back and forth from the beach to the water, never really getting to enjoy himself in the ocean, nor catch his breath once back on the sand. The boy was getting winded and visibly frustrated at being forced to run back and forth at his uncle's whim. On Steven's latest return from the water, Mark smiled up at him from the comfort of his beach chair.

"I can be a real bastard sometimes, can't I?" he said.

Nearly out of breath, Steven wasn't entirely sure what kind of answer to this kind of question was expected or required, so he just told the truth. "Yes, sir. You can."

"Aren't you supposed to be on your knees right now?"

"Yes, master." Steven got down into position, with his blue eyes focused on the whistle in his uncle's hand. Mark raised it slowly to his lips. Steven tensed his young body and got ready to bolt back to the water once more. Mark gave the boy a sly glance and lowered the whistle again. Steven let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Clean the sand off my feet and put some more lotion on them, boy."

Steven scrambled forward on his knees and carried out his orders. Rubbing his uncle's feet like this was strangely humbling and strangely erotic. He shifted uncomfortably as his imprisoned cock hardened. He was slow and careful with the lotion. He looked around furtively, making sure no one was too close in sight, then he lowered his head down and playfully suckled on the toes of Mark's right foot.

Mark immediately gasped as Steven's warm mouth, soft moist lips and dancing little tongue played over under and around his toes. "Oh yeeah, good boy!"

Steven continued, releasing his master's toes and licking his tongue along the inside of Mark's foot. The boy was slurping and making little high-pitched moaning sounds in his throat. Clearly enjoying himself. After several minutes, Steven switched to his uncle's left foot, giving it the same tender wet ministrations. When he was finally satisfied with his work, he sat back on his knees with a soft bright smile on his face.

"That was awesome, baby," Mark said.

"Thanks."

"Lay out a towel and lie down for a bit. Catch your breath. Then you can go take a swim. Let me put some more lotion on you first. You're all sweaty."

Steven stood between his uncle's legs as Mark leisurely applied more lotion to him. His uncle ran his fingers over the boy's tight abdomen, then up along the boy's ribs and over his shoulders and down his lean arms, tracing the fine lines of the boy's musculature. "You're getting a nice tan already," Mark said, "you'll be golden brown by the end of the summer. Let me do your legs now."

"Alrighty," the boy said. He didn't need to be asked twice to get his legs rubbed with lotion.

They spent the rest of the day there on the beach, without any particular plans or cares. Time was of no real importance. Steven went back to the house to get his iPod, and when they got hungry they walked back together, ate lunch on the deck and ended up back down by the water as the sun slowly moved across the sky.

"I could stay here all day, kiddo," Mark said as he laid his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Me too. I really wish I could live here with you."

Mark smiled and rubbed the boy's back. "You know you'd miss your mom and your sister."

"Ha! Not likely. Well, I'd miss my mom, maybe… "

"You should apply to the university when the time comes. You could go to school there and live here with me."

"Yeah. Yeah, that would be awesome. Hey I could take some of your courses."

"I didn't think you liked archaeology. You sort of gave up on me last summer when I took you out to the site."

"Well, the digging part was fun. And making all those drawings of everything. I could do that. It's all that other stuff that seems kinda boring."

"That other stuff is the whole point though. Without that all you've got is a bunch of old garbage. And if you take one of my classes I'm not going to go easy on you just because you're my nephew."

"Yeah, I already figured that out," Steven replied, fiddling briefly with his caged cock. "But it would be cool to go to school down here. I still gotta get through high-school first. And that's not 'til next year."

"Time flies, kiddo. And you're not too young to at least start thinking about what you want to do with your life."

"Hey as long as I can have lots of nasty sex and maybe get this cage off my dick once in a while I'll be happy."

"I see there's no point in trying to be serious with you today, is there?"

"Nope. I'm on vacation. Brain is not working. Try again later."

"Well, if your brain isn't working, I should probably check to make sure the rest of you is functioning properly. Why don't we head back inside and we'll have some of that nasty sex you seem to want so badly."

"Gonna stick that big thing up my little ass again?" Steven smirked and wiggled his butt in an unmistakably provocative motion.

Mark grabbed at his own crotch and gave the boy a sinister look. "I think I'll stick several big things up your little ass before I stick this in there. Gonna ride you long and hard this afternoon."

"Mmmm, long and hard," Steven licked his lips. "Just how I like it."

"Slut."

"Pervert."

"Cocksucker."

"Boyfucker."

With his arm around Steven's narrow waist, they strode leisurely back to the house. They did it like animals right there on the living room floor. Steven with his legs drawn up to his chest, his wrists tied to his tightly-bent knees, his wet salty swimtrunks stuffed into his mouth as a makeshift gag. His cock grew so hard inside its little cage that it felt like he might actually break the plastic bars. The spikes caused him some pain but this time did nothing to soften his eager swollen boyhood as Mark fucked him first with increasingly large and frighteningly shaped dildos and then finally with his own hard boner. Steven was dripping pre-cum and ass juices all over the hardwood floor, thrashing his head from side to side in ecstasy.

After so much crazed stimulation from the dildos, Mark's cock was at once a relief and a welcome invader. Slow steady thrusts. Meant as much for the boy's pleasure as the man's. Steven was enjoying having Mark inside him. He mewed softly into his gag and wiggled around a bit to drive his master ever deeper, ever harder. Mark was gasping and groaning. Steven knew his uncle was getting close. He clenched his butt a little tighter, closing down his little ring, loosening himself and then tightening up again and again, over and over. He was driving Mark absolutely insane and he knew it. A little smirk appeared on his face. And he felt a familiar churning in his balls as the pleasure inside him grew to almost unbearable levels.

'Yeah. I got you,' his eyes said. There was a masterful expression, a submissive boy realizing that the power was, in fact, all his.

Mark noticed it instantly. "Yeah, you got me. Oh, god, here it comes… "

Steven gasped and spit out his gag as his blue eyes went wide. "I'm gonna cum!… I'm gonna cum in my cage! I'm gonna… I'm… aaangghh… oooowwww… "

In that instant Mark ejaculated into the boy's warm tunnel. And Steven's cock twitched and pulsed and swelled helplessly and painfully within its little cage as he shot his milky teen-boy seed in a series of short agonizing bursts onto the floor, a look of wonder and bewilderment and absolute joy on his young face. It wasn't the same feeling as a real ejaculation, but it was an orgasm, long and arduous and torturous and incredible and amazing.

If he could cum while wearing his cage, just from being fucked… well that changed everything, didn't it?