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Thomas 17 mf, nc, sm, dom, bond
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
you, please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
matter offensive.
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-- Chapter Seventeen
Rodger checked to make sure no one had seen him, and slipped into
the shed. From the amount of dust covering the floor, he could tell
that the place hadn't been used in while. It was one of his favorite
places to take a girl. But he hadn't been here since he started dating
Louanne.
He found an old push broom in a corner, and started to sweep the
place. Gotta make sure it looks okay. Don't want her finding a reason
for leaving too soon.
As he swept, he thought of the things he would have to make sure
were there when he needed them. Gotta bring a blanket or two. Don't
want that sweet ass getting cold or nothing.
And some rope, just in case. Wonder if the old clothes line is
still in the garage? Cut into a couple of pieces, it should do okay.
"And I can't forget Snake," he thought.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out an object. Caressing
it gently, he thought how he always loved the feel of the pearl handle.
Pressing the small button at the top, he watched as a thin, four inch
flash of steel shot out from the handle.
He loved the sound it made when it opened like that. He rubbed the
blade back and forth on his pant leg to shine it. Gently folding the
blade, he put it back into his pocket. Yeah, definitely gonna want
Snake at the party. Just in case she objects to Dale being here too.
An image of the three of them flashed into his mind. Dale on the
bottom, the bitch in between, and him on top. Dale fucking her cunt
while he fucked that beautiful ass. And the slut begging for more.
The broom dropped to the floor as Rodger's hand went to his crotch.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully erect cock. He jerked
off as he played the scene in his mind over and over. As he starting
coming, he imagined Debbie twisting underneath him to take his cock in
her mouth. His knees felt weak as he milked the last drops of cum from
his throbbing shaft.
He looked down to see a small pool of cum on the bare floor. With
the toe of his shoe, he smeared it, making a crude X.
"And right there is where I'm gonna fuck you. Right there is where
you're gonna suck me off, bitch." Checking the shed for the last time,
he headed on home. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this
good. And he knew he would feel even better after Wednesday.
Too bad he had to wait so long, he thought. But she'll pay for
that. He felt himself getting hard again as he imagined the different
ways he'd make her pay.
When he arrived home, he went to the back door. As he was about to
go down to the basement, he heard yelling.
Shit, the old man's in an uproar again, he thought. Rodger snuck up
into the kitchen and listened.
"Damn it, Louise. How many times do I have to tell you how I want
my shirts ironed. How do you expect me to go to work wearing this?"
Rodger's father yelled.
"I'm sorry, Paul. Really I am. I don't know what I was thinking
of. I'll do it again right away," Rodger heard his mother answer.
Rodger moved silently into the hall. His parents were in the dining
room. And Rodger knew if he was careful, he could probably see what
was going on in the hall mirror. He crept forward until he saw his
parents' image reflected in the mirror.
His father was red in the face. His mother stood clutching the
shirt to her chest. Rodger could see she was frightened.
"I don't know, Louise," Rodger's father said. "Last week, you
mismatched my favorite socks. Then last night, you burnt the roast.
And now this. I guess it's been too long since the last time."
Louise moved back slowly. "Please Paul. I said I was sorry. It
won't happen again, I promise."
Paul started to unbuckle his belt. "Don't!" he snapped. "Remember
what happened the last time you tried to get away from me. I'm sure
you don't want that again. Get over here!" he commanded her as he
pulled his belt free.
Rodger watched, fascinated. His father threaded the belt through
its buckle. Wrapping the free end around his hand, he swung it a few
times to gauge the force of the weighted end.
"No. Please Paul. I'll be good, really I will. Please don't hit
me again." Rodger's mother pleaded as she started to cry.
Rodger's father raised his arm and swung the belt down hard on her.
The strap caught her across the shoulder as the buckle bit into her
back. She cried out in pain.
"Stop that immediately. You know your carrying on like that, only
adds to the punishment."
Rodger watched as his father continued to beat his mother. She
tried hard to stifle her cries as the belt repeatedly ripped into her
body. Now there's a man who knows how to handle women, he thought as
he watched the belt catch his mother in the stomach. Rodger felt
himself harden. His mother tried to protect herself with her arms as
his father continued to lash out at her.
Paul simply moved around until he had a clear shot. Finally she
fell to her knees as she cried out, "I'm sorry, Paul. I'm sorry."
Paul grabbed hold of each end of the belt. He looped it around her
neck and drew her to him. "Show me how sorry you really are," he said
in a low voice.
Her hand franticly undid his pants. As she pulled them down with
one hand, her other extracted his semi-erect penis. Grasping it with
both hands, her mouth moved to his testicles. She licked his hairy
balls, taking each in turn into her mouth to gently suck.
Having thoroughly licked and sucked his balls, she then moved to his
shaft. Starting at its base, she tongued and sucked the tender
underside until she arrived at the tip. With one hand gently caressing
and squeezing his balls, and the other pumping the base of his shaft,
her tongue flickered across the tip.
Rodger's hand went to his own throbbing shaft as he watched his
father grab her head with both hands. Paul shoved his now fully erect
cock deep in her mouth. Louise could only steady herself by wrapping
her hands around his hips.
As Rodger continued to watch his parents, their image was replaced
with his and Debbie's. He saw himself franticly moving his hips back
and forth as he shoved his enlarged cock deep in Debbie's mouth. And
it was Debbie's muffled cries he heard as she gagged on the massive
rod.
He almost moaned aloud as he watched his father, first shudder, and
then pump harder into the sucking mouth as he climaxed. Rodger's
mother continued to lick and suck the shaft until it was once again
limp. Paul grabbed a handful of her hair and wiped his shaft.
Still holding her by the hair, he lifted her face higher. His free
hand descended and slapped her hard. Once, twice, his hand shot out.
The last one caught her across the bridge of her nose. She'll be
wearing sun glasses for awhile, Rodger thought.
"We'll continue your punishment later tonight," his father said.
"Right now, get me a fucking beer, and then go iron that shirt. And
you better do it right this time, or we'll have to double your
punishment."
Rodger's mother scrambled to her feet and hurried toward the
kitchen. Rodger quickly retraced his steps as he hurried to his room
in the basement. He just managed to start down the stairs, when he
heard his mother open the fridge.
Not wanting her to hear him, he tiptoed the remaining distance to
his room. He quietly closed the door and locked it. He tore at his
pants as he hurried to his bed. Reaching under the mattress, he pulled
out a well worn magazine. He stepped out of his pants as he lay down.
He pulled his hard shaft from his briefs as he placed the magazine on
his raised thighs.
One hand slowly stroking his cock, he turned the pages slowly. In
each picture, some poor helpless girl was bound. Some were held by
chains, others with leathers straps. As he gazed upon one where a whip
was slashing across the girl's tits, he squeezed his balls gently. In
another picture, a small blond, with large but perfectly formed tits,
was bent over backwards. Her mouth was stretched wide by an enormous
cock, as a second, equally as large, thrust deep into her cunt.
Even knowing what the next page held, Rodger still felt his breath
catch in his throat. She was suspended in midair, her arms and legs
spread wide with chains. Her gorgeous tits strained against weights
suspended from clamps attached to her nipples.
Two men, naked except for black leather face masks, attacked her
body with riding crops. Each man held an enormous phallus. It was
obvious they were attacking both her cunt and ass with them.
Rodger could imagine her swing back and forth in attempt to get away
from the stinging lash of the riding crops. And as she swayed, heavy
weights moved, pulling on the clamps as they dug into her tender
nipples. And as her hips moved back and forth, the gigantic dildos
took turns digging deeper into her cunt and ass. Rodger's hand was
pumping his now throbbing cock, as he played the scene in his mind.
Reluctantly he turned the page. He closed his eyes in anticipation.
The next page was even more worn than the previous ones. Full of
stains, the ink was worn thin as if rubbed many times. Rodger took
several deep breaths as he now gently rubbed his blood red cock.
Opening his eyes slowly, he looked at his favorite picture. He
covered the picture with his hand so he could only see part of it.
Slowly he moved his hand across the page, revealing more of it. His
breathing became more rapid as he gripped the tip of his cock and
roughly teased it. Again there were two men with a bound girl between
them. She was bent at the waist. Her ankles wore cuffs attached to a
long bar which forced her legs wide apart. Rodger ran his fingers
across the thighs where they showed the strain of the forced position.
Her arms were pulled hard behind her back, her wrists also cuffed.
A thin chain looped tightly around her neck and down to the cuffs at
her wrist. Again clamps bit into her nipples. They were attached to
taunt chains, which in turn were attached to the bar between her
ankles.
One cock filled her mouth as another was shown half in her ass. The
man reaming her from behind had his hands tightly around the chain
which ran down her back. Rodger's hand furiously pumped his cock, as
he closed his eyes.
He could hear her muffled protests as she was forced to service both
men. She couldn't help her body jerking forward, each time Rodger
shoved his giant cock deep in her ass. And each time she did, the cock
in her mouth dug deeper into the back of her throat.
Rodger would slowly pull his cock from her tight ass, forcing her
harder against the cock in front of her. But then he would jerk on the
chain around her throat, causing her to raise her head and push back
hard against him. His cock would ram deep into her ass, his balls
slapping against her straining thighs.
And she would groan even with the cock in her mouth. For each time
she raised her head to ease the chain choking her, her tits pulled
against the clamps held fast by chains. Rodger continued to slam his
cock deep into her ass, as the man in front withdrew his throbbing cock
from her mouth.
Thick streams of hot cum spurted across her eyes and nose. She
strained forward, trying desperately to catch the cum on her
outstretched tongue. Rodger pulled hard on the chain around her neck,
forcing her to impale herself deeper on his burning cock.
His hips pistoned faster as he reached beneath her to strum the
taunt chains attached to her tender nipples. From her now free mouth,
loud moans filled the room. Her bound hands tried to caress his taunt
stomach.
Rodger felt the molten fluids build under pressure within him. He
slammed into her tight nether opening again and again, until he knew he
could delay no longer. He withdrew his flaming rod from her and
grabbed the chain around her neck.
Twisting it tighter, he pulled her head around to face him. Her
mouth was opened wide to receive him. She lurched forward, swallowing
him whole.
The touch of her moist mouth was more than he could take. Her
tongue drove him beyond endurance as he came with violent shudders
coursing through his body. His pelvis slammed against her face, as she
sucked him dry.
Empty at last, he had to push her face from his cock. Her tongue
continued to lick at the tip of his shaft. He laughed as he pulled her
face upward, causing the clamps to pull harder on her tits.
Rodger opened his eyes again. His cock now limp in his hand. He
reached for a kleenex to wipe the gobs of cum from the pages opened
before him. He wondered briefly if he could find chains before
Wednesday night.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 17 - by T. F. Yank
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