The Ways and Wanderings of a boy

The Little Harem in the Meadow Shed

Toby was a normal boy: as all boys his age he was cheerful, lively, always looking for fun, as all adolescents stubborn and in the meaning of hormones pretty inflammable. Well, Toby was an almost normal boy: normal boys fall in love with girls, Toby fell in love with boys, ever since he experienced this wonderful feeling for the first time at the age of fourteen.

And Toby was in love at the beginning of this story! He adored Kevin, a beautiful boy in his class, the one-of-a-kind young Adonis. Kevin was tall and perfectly shaped, with broad shoulders and a wonderful small behind that was always wrapped in tight jeans. Which resulted in the fact, that Toby had lots of erotic dreams about what he would discover in the considerable bulge at the front of the jeans. Kevin had kind dark eyes in a beautiful face and his long blonde hair always shone in the sunlight like an aura, befitting the son of King Pygmalion. Toby’s heart always missed a beat when he saw Kevin. It even missed four beats when he coincidentally saw him in the swimming pool, only dressed in a tiny red swimming short and showing the full splendor of his six-pack and the muscled breast. Toby had moaned “Oh man, poetry in motion!” and had to make very hard efforts to hide his sudden physical excitement for the people around him. 

Problem was, that Kevin didn’t even notice him. Being the idol of all girls in school he was too occupied with all this female attention. Besides, Toby kept his love for boys a closely guarded secret. Living in a little village and born in a conservative family, dominated by a rigid Christian religion and morality, he knew very well that his preferences wouldn’t be welcomed. But for the rest he considered himself a totally normal boy.

Included in his being normal was a somewhat lazy and lackadaisical attitude towards school.  For a boy his age there was much more to discover and enjoy outside school so Toby preferred an effortless C-grade over an A-grade with a lot of time waist and painstaking study. But in his final year in school he really made a mess of it so he failed his final exams and had to do the last year for a second time.

To his father’s irritation he had just shrugged it off and said:

“Oh well, no great deal. In that way I will know the subjects twice as good next year”.

It turned out that the second year had an added benefit, because it was the year that Kevin popped up in his life.

Although Toby managed to hide his feelings for boys for almost always, on one particular afternoon things almost went the wrong way. It was in the showers after sports. Kevin was right beside him, totally naked, not even six inches away from him. Toby’s eyes sucked in the beautiful sight beside him. The water made Kevin’s light-tanned skin sparkle which added to the totally erotic sight. Toby was so obsessed with it that he didn’t notice that his penis started to react.

It seemed as if Kevin sensed he was under intense observation. Slowly he turned around and stared defiantly in Toby’s eyes. It appeared as if his cock raised a little from its bed of short trimmed pubic hair in hardly noticeable shocks. Toby’s own phallus was less subtle. It simply popped up until it was on its full length. Toby was barely able to turn around with a head red of shame to hide that he was almost spontaneously ejaculating.

Kevin looked at him. A small smile came over his face and he said very soft, so that only Toby could hear him:

“Hey fagot, are you all right? Can you handle it?”

Toby had no idea at all what he stuttered back in excuse but he felt his head was a red a tomato and he felt his blood vessels knocking in his head. He couldn’t have the faintest idea that exactly Kevin would give him his first experiences.

For about a week nothing happened. It was as if the whole incident hadn’t happened. Which suited Toby just fine. Only thinking about it was enough to let him flush with shame. But when he was in his bed at night it gave other reactions as well. He had seen Kevin’s pecker and it was a delicious sight.

When he left school at Friday afternoon, ready to start the weekend, Kevin was waiting for him.

“Come with me, fagot!” was the only thing the boy said.

Toby complied and meekly biked behind Kevin until they came at a shed in the middle of the meadows, the kind of shed that had been forgotten for a long, long time. While they were on the road not a word was spoken.

Toby knew damned well why he was so compliant. Kevin could expose him as a boy that loved boys, news that in his world would not be received with deep respect and understanding. His life at school would become miserable, his life in the village a hell.

The shed was derelict. It was at the rim of a meadow, just where a dark forest started. It was made from wood, that was so eroded that the whole structure had an equal dark-brown complexion, that made it almost invisible, hidden by the shadows of the overhanging trees. You had to know where it was or you wouldn’t find it in the first place.

The door was unlocked and they entered it. Toby took a quick look around. There were some abandoned hay- and straw packs, some old and rusty farmer tools and also an old plough with large steel wheels, the type that used to be drawn by work horses in the early days. The roof was low and supported by black beams. The wooden walls were supported by vertical posts, roughly affixed to them with large nails. Light filtered in through a dirty window, filling the whole room with an eery dimmed light.

Kevin pushed Toby on one of the hay packs, stood in front of him and pulled off his t-shirt. Toby looked at the beautiful breast and belly in longing. He more or less thought that Kevin had given permission to study and enjoy it by factually almost inviting him. But Kevin had his own plans.

Without speaking a single word he opened his jeans and let it slide off him on the floor. Within inches of Toby’s eyes a very small, flashing white undies became visible, that made no effort at all to hide an extremely aroused joystick.

“You want it, fagot?” Kevin asked in a hoarse voice.

“Yes…!!!” Toby panted.

“What was that, slave?” Kevin asked sharp, “I think you mean “Yes, my lord”.

Toby blinked for a second, not fully comprehending what Kevin had said, but he desperately wanted the object of his longtime desires so in a soft voice he gave in and said:

“Yes, my lord”.

“Then take my undies off and open your mouth”, Kevin curtly said.

Toby was in doubt if he had really heard it.

“Do it!” Kevin barked.

Toby needed no further invitation or encouragement. He pulled off the white undies and was rewarded by a delicious pecker with an already fully exposed tip, that gleamed of precum. He took it in his mouth and started sucking it with the greed of a little wolf puppy while satisfying his hunger at his mother’s nipples. It tasted so lovely, it felt so good in between his lips. He started stroking the other boy’s short pubic hair. Kevin placed his hands behind Toby’s head and pulled him closer to his belly. The hair tickled Toby’s face and he almost physically tasted the raw horniness in the boy’s groin. Kevin moaned and panted of pleasure and whispered:

“Fuck, you suck better than a girl!”

Toby saw it as an encouragement and increased his efforts even more to please Kevin to the utmost who wasted no time and who started squirting the hot, white contents of his balls in Toby’s mouth, who savored it shortly before swallowing it all.

Kevin pulled up his undies and jeans, put on his t-shirt and with a humiliating look in his eyes he said:

“We are going to have a lot of fun together!”

Then he left without a further word of goodbye, leaving Toby in the shed, totally excited by his first real experience with a boy, his first real taste of actual semen. In his opinion it had tasted better as Drambuie.

Then he thought about Kevin’s last remark. It had sounded a bit threatening but inviting at the same time. He decided to let it rest and just await further developments. The he took his own pulsing claymore out of his jeans and wanked it vigorously with the image of Kevin’s tool in mind. In a new found ecstasy he came, imagining that Kevin’s semen were stroking his tongue for a second time.

Kevin made it quite clear he had further plans. Exactly one week later he was waiting for Toby when school was out. Curt and without expecting questions or comments he said:

“Tomorrow, 14.00, at the shed”.

And then he was gone, leaving Toby behind in amazement. But this amazement was soon replaced by horniness and he could hardly wait until the next day.

The next day, a wonderful summer Saturday, Toby biked to the shed in good spirits and full of expectations. But also wondering why he did this? Was it only the fear that Kevin might disclose his homosexuality? Or was it the magic attraction to this beautiful, seducing boy? What Toby missed in his thinking was, that he had as much control over Kevin as Kevin had over him. OK, Kevin could make his love for boys a public secret but on the other hand Toby could also spread the rumour that Kevin loved being sucked by boys. It just didn’t enter his mind. Was it fear? Was it his good nature? Or was there also desire?

He had some problems in finding the shed back but with some delay he managed to locate it and went inside through the unlocked door.

Kevin was already there, naked apart from an even tinier undies, this time made of glossy black leather, decorated with metal-colored dots. He looked at Toby with an angry look in his eyes and barked:

“You’re five minutes late! You deserve punishment!”

“I couldn’t find the shed back right away”, Toby said in defense, “But five minutes is no big deal!”.

“Shut up!” Kevin exclaimed angry, “No excuses and no comments! You’re late so you must be punished. Get naked, slave”.

Toby looked at him with questioning eyes. Kevin rolled his eyes in mock exasperation and impatiently said:

“Do I speak Assyrian or Hindi? Get naked!”

Toby shrugged it off and starting undressing until he stood in his undies.

“That too”, Kevin said, grabbing a bag and spreading toys on a hay packet: a whip, leather wrist cuffs, some rod with a purpose unknown to Toby, chains and some nipple clips.

“Wow, you must have a lot of pocket money!”, Toby exclaimed, “That stuff costs a fortune in the sex shops”.

A cunning smile came on Kevin’s face and he said:

“Money is no problem if you happen to know where your parents keep their sex toys. But I notice you still wear your undies. My slaves serve me naked only!”

Toby pulled off his boxer short and felt a little ashamed, being so naked in front of another person. He held his hands in front of his phallus.

“Stand straight!”, Kevin retorted right away, “Hands besides your body”.

Toby did as told. Kevin just looked at him, from head to heels. Toby felt as a cow-for-sale on the market but for some incomprehensible reason he loved the feeling. Kevin squeezed his balls lightly and softly, pulled a bit at Toby’s pecker and nodded approvingly:

“Your front looks good, slave. One little point of critique however: next time you are shaved smooth. I don’t want to see one single hair on your thing or your balls. Got that?”.

To his own astonishment Toby nodded timidly.

Kevin walked to a point behind the boy and stroked his buttocks with another approving moan.

“Nice tight ass. Bend over!”

Toby bent over and felt how Kevin separated his buttocks to inspect what was between them. “Mmmmmm, nice little cunt you have. Will be fun!”

It looked as if Toby passed the selection because Kevin grabbed in the bag and took a leather collar which had a small silver-colored digit “3”. It was done around Toby’s neck and when this was done Kevin made his position perfectly clear:

“From now on you are slave 3. You have no name when you are here. You’re nothing, you’re filth, garbage, thin air! You will only speak when spoken to by your lordship. Clear?”

Toby nodded submissively.

“Slaves 1 and 2 are senior to you”, Kevin continued, “You are lowest in rank as crap always is. When I permit or order them to do so numbers 1 and 2 can do with you whatever they want or what I order them to do. Clear again?”

Another submissive nod. It surprised Toby. He had always seen himself as an independent and freethinking individual but he felt more submissive than he could have ever expected. And the funny thing was: he loved it, he swooned from the feeling of being totally controlled. He would give anything to make his biggest love happy and serve him faithful as his lowest slave. He had no idea who 1 and 2 were and he was smart enough to abstain from asking. He had already learned his place in the constellation in the little shed.

Kevin took two wrist cuffs from the hay pack and affixed them on Toby’s wrists. He threw a chain over a roof support, tied Toby’s left wrist to it on one end, followed by the right wrist on the other end. So, there was Toby: fully naked, stretched and immobilized, with a half-hard dick in front of him, waiting for what was coming. He felt unbelievably horny and slavish.

Kevin took the rod with also had two leather cuffs. One cuff ended on each of Toby’s ankles, spreading his legs to almost an extreme.

“Let’s start with teaching you to show up at the time your lord orders you”, Kevin growled on a threatening tone, “One whiplash per minute!”

He took the whip and let it land with some force on Toby’s buttocks. It wasn’t really hard but it hurt nevertheless, it hurt a lot! Toby made a painful grimace.

“That’s the first minute”, Kevin said with a mean tone in his voice.

The whip ended again on the flesh. Toby felt how his skin started to glow. The third whiplash…it really started to hurt now!

“Because I am a merciful master I will remit you the last two minutes”, Kevin said lighthearted.

Toby took a deep breath of relief.

“And what does a good slave say then?”, Kevin inquired on a sharp tone.

Despite feeling some confusion Toby said:

“Thank you, my lord!”

“And was has the slave learned now?”, Kevin asked like an overaged school teacher.

“That the slave must arrive at the time his lord has ordered him”, Toby replied meek.

“Good! Then I’m going to take final possession of you”.

Toby had no idea what “final possession” actually meant but he got a slight idea when he saw the black undies being thrown on the ground from the corner of his eyes. That meant, that Kevin was now totally naked behind him.

All of a sudden Toby felt how a cold fluid was dripping in his butt crack, followed by a finger that spread it over and in his boy’s cunt. When the finger went inside it caused shivers of lust over his spine. Everything happened behind him and, fixed as he was, he was unable to look what would be the next step. But he could feel how a damp, big and throbbing dick tip was placed on this cunt and pushed in, that two hands grabbed his hips and he could hear the groan that accompanied the impact of the tip.

“It hurts!” Toby whispered.

It felt as if he was split in two parts from the inside. Kevin didn’t matter…he just started to do his thing.

But the pain subsided and was replaced by a lust that came as an all-encompassing fire, a kind of intense horniness that Toby had never experienced before. And he felt amazement over Kevin. Not five minutes before the boy had hurt him painfully with a whip, now, during their coïtus, he was unexpectedly tender. He licked Toby’s earlobe, he kissed his neck and stroked his shoulders and while thrusting in Toby’s intestines said sweet things to him and eventually ejaculated his sperm in his slave. Toby closed his eyes in an effort to experience every milli-second of the wonderful experience of the spreading hot semen.

“Oh my sweet slave”, Kevin moaned, “your cunt is so deliciously narrow and sweet!”

Thoroughly satisfied he pulled his knob out of Toby and walked to his front, with a still dripping organ that bungled between his legs from one side to the other.

“What do we have here?” he asked, being clearly amused.

He reached forward and with his finger tipped at the tip of Toby’s toy, that pointed straight forward in its fully aroused condition.

“I guess we can solve that little problem”, Kevin said, still amused.

Another grab in the bag followed and out came a little black leather cap with a small metal ring attached to it. The cap was placed around Toby’s dickhead and fixed around his bridle with a small strap. A light chain was attached to the metal ring and Kevin gave three short, sharp tugs.

It hurt…it hurt like fucking hell! But Toby’s willie collapsed like a pudding instantly.

“Another wise lesson for a new slave”, Kevin lectured haughty, “A slave has no lust. The lust is for his lord and the slave only serves him. So, a slave will only have a stiffy with the permission of his lord. If it happens again I will have to put a cage around your chopper. Is that clear?”

Toby nodded in a subdued, submissive way. Then he was freed from the chains and cuffs. Kevin ordered him to get on his knees and said harshly:

“It is the job of the slave to clean his lord’s penis after the lord has fucked him. Of course with his tongue. So…clean it!”

Greedily Toby started to lick the dick, that had become limp in the meantime. He tasted the remnants of Kevin’s sperm, mixed with his own intestinal fluids and loved it. He even licked the dickhead’s rim and the part that is normally covered by the foreskin.

When he was finished Kevin said in a way that expressed his pleasure and satisfaction:

“Not bad for the first time. I think I can train you to an obedient and loyal slave. Just stay on your knees there for a while so that you lord can enjoy the view of your body. You are allowed to wank yourself if you want to”.

Kevin sat down on one of the hay packs and observed how Toby wanked himself vigorously, squinting his juices all over the dirt floor of the shed in a record of time.
“Mmmm. fun to look at. You can dress now and are released. I’ll let you know when I need you!”

“Thank you, my lord”, Toby answered, immensely happy that Kevin had taken a liking in his body and slavish performance. He dressed and went out.

Filled with some kind of undetermined feeling of happiness he biked home. But he really needed it to stop at a silent place, undress again and wank for another time, just to re-live and re-enjoy the whole experience.

There was deep silence for a couple of weeks. Kevin gave no new message. Oh yes, Toby saw him at school but the boy behaved as always. He ignored Toby, treating him as thin air as someone that did not belong to his “inner circle”.

It hurt Toby’s feelings. He had hoped that Kevin had feelings for him just as he had feelings for Kevin, even to the extent that he had humiliated himself to the position of the lowest possible slave, although it was still totally unclear for him who the other two might be. He still didn’t understand what made him do this but he knew that he would do it again.

After three weeks had passed something happened: while changing class rooms Kevin pushed him a little note in his hand. Toby kept it in his hand until he was at his place in the new class room and opened it. It said:

“Saturday, 14.00, Shed”.

Happiness and relief surged through his body. Saturday…shit, that was another two days to go, but at least now he had something to look forward to.  

Saturday came and cheerful and full of expectations he biked to the shed again. He had left home earlier to be sure to arrive in due time so that his lord would not be ruffled. And he had carefully shaved his intimate parts. After all pubic hair was gone he had looked in the mirror and was pleased with the result. It was very nice to look at and after a few days he got used to it and even found it more comfortable.

Exactly at 2 o’clock he knocked the shed’s door. Kevin opened, again only dressed in his tiny black leather undies and gave him a satisfied smile:

“Ah, number 3, right on time. You’ve learned your lesson well. Come in and get naked for your lordship”. He took a short glance around, but everything was about the same as first time with the exception of a set of chains with four cuffs on them.

He stripped and when he stood naked Kevin stroke with approving humming over his smooth shaft and balls:

“Good, that’s the way I want my slaves to look”.

After inspecting Toby’s behind and the space between the hanches, again met with an approving hum, he got his hand cuffs and his leather collar with the number 3 around his neck. In his head the same question popped up: who were number 1 and 2? He shrugged mentally, he guessed he would find out soon enough.

Kevin pushed his slave against one of the vertical posts in the shed and attached the hand cuffs with a short chain to an eye in the wood. The spreader rod went between his ankles again. So Toby stood again, ready for everything his master had thought out for him: naked, horny, not able to move an inch. He made every possible effort to keep his dick limp. He didn’t fancy the prospect of a cage around it. Kevin fixated Toby’s head with a small chain between his collar and the post. It made him almost impossible to move his head, but he could still use his eyes to have a limited look around to what was happening and he did, waiting in tense anticipation.

Kevin seemed totally aware of Toby’s limited view. He positioned himself at a distance where he was sure that the tied boy could see him. He looked him defiantly in the eyes and let the small undies slip off his hips. The delicious knob jumped up and Kevin started some seducing fidgeting with his hips. Toby couldn’t resist that his tongue licked his lips.

“Aaah, you want him, number 3?” Kevin asked in a teasing voice, “You want him deep inside you another time?”

“Yes, my lord”, Toby answered in a low hoarse voice.

“Patience, number 3, patience!” Kevin said in a coaxing-baiting way, “You’ll get him, when I feel like it”.

Kevin left Toby’s limited field of view, who heard a door open, followed by Kevin’s voice who said:

“Come on, number 2. It’s playtime for you!”

“OK,”, Toby thought, “so I’m going to meet number 2. I’m damned curious who it is!”

He heard the rattling of chains and the lashing of a whip as if number 2 was forcefully driven to the center of the shed. The slave came in his field of view. Still being able to do so Toby’s jaw dropped in utter astonishment: number 2 was another boy, number 2 was Sebastian, the almost never-speaking nerd of his class, the outcast of the whole school, the boy with the thick glasses.

“Apparently quiet waters really have deep soils”, Toby thought somewhat amused. But he also had to admit that the boy had a gorgeous body, something that Toby had never expected of him. It was lightly-muscled with an almost alabaster skin. Unfortunately Toby was unable to discern the boy’s phallus: it was hidden in a small gold-colored metal case. It looked as if Sebastian had been unable to control his erections.

Sebastian was shackled indeed, with chains running from his feet to his wrists, who were tied behind his back. He was forced to walk slightly bent-over by two nipple catches, that were connected by a light V-shaped chain with a ring around his penis root with the chain being slightly too short. Each attempt to walk straight up would case a sharp pain in his nipples. 

Kevin’s face returned in Toby’s field of view, only inches away. In a light conversational tone he asked:

“Tell me something, number 3. Have you been cumming the last three weeks?”

“No, my lord”, Toby lied.

“So you are insinuating that you have a three week stock of unused semen in your balls?”

“Yes, my lord”

Kevin squeezed Toby’s balls hard and tight as if to check if the boy was lying. Toby made a grimace of pain.

“Hmm, yes, they feel a bit overstocked indeed. I guess we have to do something about that!”

The face disappeared from Toby’s field of view who heard Kevin say:

“Number 2, relieve number 3 of his surplus semen. With your cute cunt up, you know what I mean”.

Hampered by the rattling chains and carefully avoiding pain in his nipples Sebastian clumsily got on his knees. Immediately he took Toby’s limp tool in his mouth and started to suck it frantically. At the same time Kevin positioned himself behind the kneeled boy, mounted him and took him wild and brutally. There was no subtlety, no tenderness, just raw penetration and thrusting. Sebastian’s face clearly showed the pain but he sucked on as if his life was depending on it. Toby felt his small limp tube almost explode into a large hard tree, stimulated as it was by Sebastian’s sucking and the playing of his tongue.

Kevin continued his thrusting with closed eyes, in total ecstasy and panting. He started making some small, sideward movements in Sebastian’s intestines which resulted in new moaning. Toby couldn’t determine if it was from pain or from lust. He had his hands full with the strong sucking by Sebastian’s mouth. He felt his sperm pressing out and, unable to keep it in. squinted it in the boy’s mouth, uttering a deep moan.

But Sebastian didn’t stop sucking. He even increased his efforts with new vigor. And Kevin was still in his crevasse, clearly enjoying it to the full extent. Toby felt how the ultra-sensitive tip of his dick started to hurt. But there was nothing he could do about it: being tied up at the post he was unable to get his phallus out of the boy’s mouth, that sucked on, almost pulling a vacuum in Toby’s organs, more and more forcefully with the boy reaching his own ultimate zenith. Only when Kevin ejaculated in him with a loud roar he stopped sucking and let Toby’s lance with the painfully-sensitive tip slip out of his mouth.

“Well, number 3, are you relieved of your surplus stock?” he heard Kevin ask.

“Yes, my lord”, he answered almost breathlessly.

“Ah, number 3, it looks you have finally experienced the pains of lust. Must be great fun to release you of your ball contents by force, until nothing comes out of it any longer. Now that is what I call the pains of lust”.

Toby was freed from the post, but Sebastian remained kneeled on the floor.

“Well, number 3, it seems a good idea to me that you are going to thank number 2 for his diligent services to your useless balls. So, as a thanks you are going to lick his soaking butt clean!”

Toby looked at Kevin in disgust. Licking a dick was one thing, licking an asshole a totally different. But Kevin’s penetrating dominant look and a threatening movement with the whip made him clear that there was no way out.

He kneeled behind Sebastian, pushed his buttocks apart and looked at was in between them. A trace of sperm dripped slowly out of the little hole, running down along the balls. Toby was still in doubt but a light touch of the whip on his ass made him decide to swallow his repugnance and he started licking.

After putting his initial aversion aside he actually began to like it. It were Kevin’s semen and he liked the soft creamy taste that he licked out of Sebastian. The boy’s intestinal juices tasted the same as his own so he was no objection to licking them any longer. Even Sebastian enjoyed his treat: he moaned softly and pushed his butt tighter to Toby’s tongue in a silent gesture saying “Go on! Go on!”.

After a while of licking Kevin decided it was enough. He told both to get on their feet. Toby assumed that the session had ended and grabbed his clothes.

“No, no, number 3”, Kevin interrupted him, “Your lord has a small surprise for the two of you. Let’s call it some kind of reward”.

He took the small cage of Sebastian’s penis, that started to grow right away. Toby had to admit it was as wonderful as the rest of the boy’s body. Its tip was already purple-red and gleaming from pure horniness and excitement.

The master that took the chain with the 4 cuffs. One of the cuffs went around Toby’s right ankle. Then the chain was led along Sebastian’s upper legs and buttocks and both boys were pushed against one another, finally making the lock complete when the chain ended at Toby’s left ankle. Sebastian was shackled to Toby in the same way from ankle to ankle along Toby’s upper legs and buttocks. Then Toby’s arms were spread behind the other boy’s torso and held there with hand cuffs as were Sebastian’s arms around Toby.

There they stood, up against each other, forcibly embracing each other, skin to skin, breast to breast, belly to belly and dick to dick.

Kevin just stood at a distance, observing the picture.

“Ooooohhhh, soooooo cute!” he said in a mock delightment.

It was beyond Toby’s comprehension what the meaning of this position was. Oh yes, he liked it to feel the other boy’s body warmth on his skin, the feeling of the ultra-hard willie in his belly and actually feeling how his own tool began to grow with renewed vigor.

It looked as if Kevin had decided to poke the fire up a bit. He spread out his two hands and started to finger to boy’s cunts at the same time. Toby loved it how the finger played in him and started to wobble a bit.

This seemed to be the trigger Sebastian needed. He kissed Toy full on the mouth and pushed his tongue in it with force, where he started tongueing. But he also began to wobble and started to ride his hard dick on the soft flesh of Toby’s belly. It took a very short time before Toby felt how the boy’s knob started to shock, vibrate and pulse and within seconds he felt the sticky warm fluid running over his belly. It was so lovely that his own sword started to throw the remaining semen in his balls over Sebastian’s belly almost directly thereafter.

“Wow, this is really horny to look at, guys. Maybe I can rent you out to gay clubs to make the men a bit hotter with this act”, Kevin said with a broad smile.

He took the chains and hand cuffs off from both of them, ordered them to lick each other’s bellies clean. When that was done he looked at his watch and said:

“End of the game, boys! Get dressed and move out. I’ll let you know when I need you”.

Toby dressed, took his bike and started the way home in an elated mood. OK, now he knew who number 2 was. The only remaining mystery was: who was number 1 in Kevin’s little harem.

For the second time he had to take a break to re-live and re-enjoy this afternoon’s experiences. It looked like he had accepted that his sexual role was homosexual and then of the slavish and submissive kind.

Again there were weeks in which nothing happened. But Toby drifted in some kind of dream world, thinking of all the things Kevin would invent for the next session. It was all erotic fantasy and brain cinema. But he also used the pause to think things over. OK, he was gay and he was submissive.

“So what?” he thought, “Every human being has the right to live his own life and his own sex life”.

Although the conclusion was totally logical it meant he had to leave his village and its medieval morale. Because if he really wanted to build his own life and wanted to continue on this road, there would be little place for him in the hamlet. The only way his parents would accept he was leaving the house was a study, preferably far away. Oh yes, he could approach it purely formal, that he was adult now. But that would cause a conflict that he was not willing to have.

Next question was: which study? Some things were impossible, like those where he needed mathematic, chemistry or physics. But he had time to think that one over, at least two months before he had to take a decision.

Shortly before the school final exams Kevin pushed another note in his hand. It read:

“Saturday. 14.00, Shed”.

The text was the same as in the first note. This dude had to be very certain of himself. Saturday was another four days to go, a pretty long time for a boy who craved for humiliation.

When he left school in the afternoon he purely coincidental ran into Sebastian, who looked at him briefly and asked:

“Did the lord send you a note as well?”

Toby nodded and then added, without thinking:

“How did he get you in his grips?”

Sebastian looked at him with cold eyes from behind the thick glasses and replied with another question:

“Did I ask you the same question?”

“No, but I have the idea you like being humiliated and abused by him. Hey, it’s no accusation, I guess we’re two of a kind”.

Sebastian laughed shyly. His eyes turned to a dream-like gaze and he said:

“I didn’t consider it a punishment when I had to suck you. You’ve got a dick that must be the dream of every gay boy. But, you know, when you have been his slave for a longer time you get to know him. On one hand he is cold and cruel, but on the other hand he can be infinitely tender. When he fucks me he nibbles at my earlobe, kisses me in the neck or licks my shoulders. And…..”. He faltered for a short moment.

“And?” Toby insisted.

“Well..,it is great to feel him inside you. It is great to be recognized as another person than the nerd of the class. Even if it is as a slave”.

Toby looked pensive for a short while. So, that was it, that motivated Sebastian: the recognition as a human being, even if it was only a slave.

“Oh well”, he finished the short talk, “Let’s see what he has dreamed up next Saturday”.

The next question came as some kind of afterthought. Maybe Sebastian knew the answer.

“Do you know who the secret number 1 is?”

Sebastian looked at him with a teasing smile and said:

“You’re curious about that, aren’t you?”

Toby just nodded and added:

“I know that you are number 2 and I’m 3, as lowest in rank. So, I can safely assume there is no number 4 or 5 or 15. But it remains a mystery for me who number 1 is”.

“I won’t tell you”, Sebastian said decidedly, “In the first place I would be excluded from the club. The lord does not look kindly on those who give information about it. Besides, it’s not my place to give name. We have to protect each other. But I think that you will find out if the lord thinks the time is right”.

“OK”, Toby said with a shrug, “I’ll just wait. But….one other question. And I assume this information is less sensitive. Why does the lord always end the game so abruptly after he looked at his watch what time it is?”

Sebastian broke in roaring laughter, the first time Toby saw him do this in all these years in school.

“Is the question that ridiculous?” he asked.

“No,” Sebastian said, still laughing, “Only terribly comical!”

He needed some time to recover and then answered:

“It is a pretty simple reason. He has to take care that all the toys are cleaned and stored at their normal place before his parents come home”.

Toby could not avoid a wide grin came on his face. Unconsciously he looked at his own watch, startled and said:

“Shit, got to go. See you!”

Sebastian waved and both went their own way.

At long last Saturday came. In good spirits and with high expectations Toby biked to the shed for another time. He had shaved very carefully another time, being as smooth as a new born baby.  

Exactly at two o’clock he knocked at the door. To his surprise Sebastian opened, not the lord. It seemed his surprise could be read from his face because without asking Sebastian said:

“The lord is already engaged with number 1. But get in and undress”.

“Right on”, Toby thought, “So I’m finally meeting number 1”.

Toby undressed and while he looked around for a clue to the great mystery Sebastian put the cuffs on him on behalf of their lordship. On a straw pack he discerned the shape of a human being, cuffed and shackled. The shape wore as leather collar with on it a gold-colored metal digit “1”. But to Toby’s astonishment the shape had small breasts with hard nipples, that were prying up. Number 1 was a girl. And not only that: Toby knew the girl. It was Annyka, the daughter of a Polish couple that had come to the village years ago and who now scraped a living together by running a small construction company. Annyka was also in the class they all were in.

And Annyka was the kind of girl of whom it was rumoured the whole male school population had had her at least once. Toby was sure this story was untrue: he for one had never been near Annyka, but he was aware that that wasn’t representative, he was the “wrong kind of boy”.

Despite that he thought Annyka was beautiful. She had long blonde hair, a perfectly-shaped body, an equally perfect face with Slavic features and sensual eyes and mouth. But he felt no erotic or sexual attraction at all towards her. Girls were simply not his thing.

Annyka laid on the straw pack, her legs widely spread. She had to, tied up as she was with chains and cuffs. Kevin was on his knees between her legs and with visible pleasure licked her labia and clitoris. The girl uttered short screams of intense lust, her belly spastically cramped in fast rushes, relaxed and went into another spasm. Finally she had her orgasm, squinting a small stream of juices from her vagina on the straw pack. Kevin just continued his licking, bringing her to even higher spheres.  

In some diffuse way Toby felt disappointed. He had hoped that he and Sebastian were something special to their lord. But it really looked like that Kevin just used everything and everybody to satisfy his insatiable and of dominance permeated sexual urges. Both boys and girls were just fine to him, as long as he could dominate them, humiliate them, use their bodies and hurt them. And Toby felt it hurt a lot that his idol had fallen off his pedestal but that was the kind of pain that Kevin couldn’t recognize or simply didn’t interest him.

But Toby felt nothing from what he saw in front of his eyes. Sebastian had more problems. Toby heard his heavy breathing and saw how the boy frantically tried to avoid an erection in the small cage. Because that would really hurt! As a diversion for his excitement he grabbed Toby full in his balls and started to play with them. Which caused Toby to get aroused himself.

Both boys stood naked besides the straw pack for a considerable time, only acting as audience. At long last Kevin rose and undid Annyka’s shackles. Breathless the girl remained lying on the straw, her legs still widely spread, donating Toby a full view on her hairless labia and her meticulously shaved venus mound.

Kevin shifted his attention to the two male slaves. He undid Sebastian from his cage. Toby was fascinated when he saw how the boy’s phallus grew with an unbelievable speed, reaching his ready position in a matter of seconds.

“Well well, number 2…seems you feel like it”, Kevin said with a humiliating smile. With a sardonic smile he then looked at Toby and stroke the boy’s hard shaft. As an off-hand remark he said over his shoulder:

“Number 1, do you want to see how two boys fuck?”

“O yeah…cool!” the girl cooed excited.

Kevin took a hay pack and threw it on another. He took Toby by the arm, pushed him with his torso on the upper pack and tied his wrists around a post. The spreader was also affixed to his ankles for another time but as an added extra Toby got a black cap over his head that had no holes for the eyes. It made him impossible to see. He could only hear and feel. His haunches prominently stuck to the rear, in easy reach for everybody who felt like it and he was so completely tied that there was no escaping from it. He felt totally vulnerable.

Suddenly he sensed two hands that were softly stroking his behind and who separated his buttocks to get free entrance. The hands were followed by a tongue, that licked over his balls, went up over the sensitive skin between his legs and ended up at his cunt, where the tip of the tongue entered him and started a wonderful ballet inside him.

“Jeez, this is sooo great°”, he murmured softly to himself.

The tongue continued the seductive dance inside. Toby’s state of mind got more and more intoxicated by the wonderful experience, even to the extent that he didn’t feel the tickling and the pricking of the hay into his phallus, that was clamped between his belly and the hay, any longer. All his feelings of lust were concentrated on the tongue in his butt, that just went on and on making slow and sensual circles.

To the right of him, in the general direction where Annyka was, he heard panting. He had no idea what she was doing but her breathing betrayed that she liked the show to the fullest extent.

All of a sudden the tongue stopped.

“Oooh no, go on…please?” Toby begged.

But the tongue did not come back. Something else came. Toby felt how a thick dick tip rooted into his butt and how it started to fuck him in long strong movements. Tip and the rest of the willie were too big for Kevin, so it had to be Sebastian, who seemed to have received the order to give number 3 a good going-over. And the boy executed the order energetically.

Toby experienced it as a mixture of pain and engulfing pleasure when the large shaft went deeper and deeper inside him only to be taken out and renew the thrusting with re-newed power. His ears registered Sebastian’s moaning and panting, how he himself screamed like a virgin girl at the point of her devirginization, just feeling the knob disappear up to his balls. Sebastian was in no hurry to cum but finally Toby felt the wonderful warm flood in his bowels.

Number 2 continued to thrust gently and slowly, stayed in 3’s cunt for a long time until the laws of nature took over, making him to slip out.

“Ooooh…my lord, this is so cool, so horny!” Annyka called out excited with a sultry voice. Kevin hummed some kind of satisfaction and started to set Toby free, beginning with his wrists. But he stopped when Annyka called out:

“My lord, number 3 has such a delicious and cute dick. May I suck it?”

“Since he is way down in ranking to you, you can. I have no objections”, Kevin answered.

Toby was set upright and then turned around. It was difficult to take the steps with a spreader between his ankles and he only managed to do it without tumbling over with the help of Kevin and Sebastian. He was then laid back on the hay pack, but now on his back, and his wrists were tied again, but now over his head which was still covered with the cap. His torso was now totally stretched, still naked. His hard prick stood up like a flag pole on the hay pack and he was more or less delivered to his first girl.

He sensed how the soft warm skin of her hips touched his inner thighs and how two fingers carefully removed the foreskin by sliding it back. She moaned a soft “Mmmmmmm” and then he felt her tongue.

He was not particularly aroused by the fact that the treat was by a girl. But the way she did it drove him out of his mind.

The warm velvet tongue tissue danced and tumbled over his tip, stimulating each square millimeter equally and so now and then the tip of her tongue tickled his little pee hole, giving him shivers of pleasure. Her soft lips closed around him and started sucking so vigorously that his gametes were almost forcefully pulled out of his balls. During the tongue ballet and the sucking he heard a soft soaking sound, making perfectly clear that Annyka was fingering her crack while giving him a delicious treat.

For Toby a kind of lovely struggle started: on one hand he felt a strong urge to spurt right away but he fought like a lion to control it and keep his cum in. He wanted to continue this addictive movement of her tongue until kingdom come, wanted to experience for ever and ever and enjoy it until death comes. But his efforts were futile: the moment came that his control collapsed and with a loud roar he exploded deep in her mouth.

“Remember this lesson, number 3”, he heared Kevin whisper in his ear, “This is how a gifted and talented girl sucks. Maybe you can use it in your further endeavors with men. But rest assured: I can remember very well that your kind of blowjob is also nearly perfect, almost equal to that of a girl”.

Toby was freed from his restraints and the cap was removed.

He mouthed a soundless “thank you” to Annyka who looked at him with gleaming eyes and opened her mouth, showing the rests of Toby’s sperm she still had in it.

Kevin looked at his watch and startled visibly:

“Shit, I forgot the time. Get dressed and let’s split up, guys!”

Toby grinned. It seemed the almighty lord of the harem had higher powers above him that could call him to order. He took his clothes and walked out, still naked. For a few minutes he enjoyed the feeling of the sun burning on his naked skin, Then he dressed, took his bike and peddled home, satisfied in all respects.

It was the last meeting of the little harem. Final exams came and were followed by the graduation. After that had passed the class fell apart as the sand it had always been, only kept together for a few years by a thin layer of cement, formed by school rules, rosters, teachers and sheer coincidence. Now the cement was gone the winds of life blew the sand to all corners of the world. And since all members of the harem came from this class it was the death knell for their little secret club.

Kevin left directly after graduation without saying goodbye for a study on some fancy university in the south. Toby had no doubt he would form another harem and fill it with suitable slaves, either by persuasion or plain extortion. Sebastian stayed a little longer but also moved to the big city nearby to follow a training to registered nurse.

Annyka simply vanished. One day she was there, the next she was gone. Maybe she joined Kevin.

“Or maybe she went back to Poland where she works as a hooker along the motorway to Belarus”, Toby thought with a wry smile

But Toby too had his plans for the future. He went to study at the university, far enough from home to avoid interference from his parents. He was fully aware it was only a smoke screen for his actual intention; building up his own life the way he wanted to live, far from the village with all the religious and social obligations and morality.

But first of all: he wanted a long holiday and enjoy it thoroughly!