Secret Urges

Secret Urges

Barefoot Run

Dave, a 13 year old eighth grader,  grew up before there was an Internet and only a couple primitive computers existed in the whole country so he could not Google or search JackinWorld to discover what was happening to him and the dark urges he felt.  It was before HIV.  It was a time when schools did not teach sex ed and before gay lib made alternate lifestyles thinkable.  Dave's parents  like many parents at the time would not talk about sex and he couldn't dream of asking about the urges he felt.  His eighth grade teacher was a good guy but not someone you would ask about personal things and there were no counselors or psychologists at schools then.  Because he was shy and a loner he didn't have friends he trusted enough to ask and mostly he was afraid that if he asked they would find out he knew nothing about sex and would make fun of him.

At first Dave tried to follow his preacher's sermons and ignore the temptations of the devil but all he could do during the service was stare at the statue being tortured on a cross at the front of the church.  He had felt the first swelling of his cock as he stared at the figure being tortured.  For the first few months he was afraid that those around him in church knew what he was thinking but gradually those fears went away and he began to enjoy this time in church when he could savor the idea of being helpless and being tortured by someone very strong.  

Dave carefully built a wall that separated the persona he presented to the world, that of a shy quiet brain aloof from any idea of sex while inside thoughts of bondage and pain that he knew he had to keep to himself alone churned in his head.  He lived with his parents in an old house with a deep dark basement with rough stone walls and only a couple small windows high on the walls and so dirty no one could see in.  One corner was closed off in what had once been a coal bin.  The basement had collected loads of tools and junk over the years; ropes, hooks, locks, chains, heavy iron weights.  This was the place where he could explore his urges sometimes after school but best when his parents went out on Saturday nights.

One of his favorite toys was an old heavy rusty chain and some brass locks that still had keys.  He would leave the keys on one side of the basement then strip off his shoes and socks and shirt so the only thing he wore was his Levis and then he would lock his ankles and wrists with the chain while lying next to the opposite wall.  He would lie on the cold stone floor imagining himself in a dungeon for a long time then would struggle to crawl over the rough cold floor with his chained feet and arms to the keys so he could free himself.  

The old thick hemp ropes had endless possibilities.  He soon learned to tie knots that would not tighten when put under tension. Being tied with the ropes gave him different but pleasurable sensations including the scent of the hemp itself.  He placed hooks on the wooden wall of the old coal bin and tied his wrists with loops at the end of the knots.  By standing on a box was able to  put these loops on the hooks so his arms were extended in a "V" then step off the box and hang there until the pain was intense.  He always made sure his feet could reach the box so he could move the box back, stand on it, and free himself. 

Once he tied his feet then lay on the workbench extending his feet so the rope loop could reach the hook.  It took several tries but at last the rope loop slipped over the hook and he let his body down slowly from the workbench until he was hanging upside down by his feet.  He enjoyed the sensation and pain for a long time then panic hit as he tried to get his arms back on the workbench and could not reach it.  He struggled until he was covered with sweat and all his muscles ached but he knew if he failed his secret life would be exposed when his parents returned. Finally he was able to grab hold of a pipe that was he could barely reach if he swung his body.  Hand over hand he worked his way up.  At last he could move his legs and slip the rope off the hook and let himself down.  This had scared him but also excited him.  He didn't know why his secret urges drove him to do these things they just did and this was the only time he felt really alive and especially liked the feelings when his cock grew hard.

A picture in a school book from a section on the industrial revolution and child labor caught my imagination and inspired a powerful urge to live out the picture.  http://rodriguez9-7.pbworks.com/f/mine.jpg A barefoot and almost naked boy about 13 or so was tied by a thick rope around his waist to a wheeled cart loaded with coal.  He had to crawl painfully on his hands and feet thorough a low dark passage in the mine pulling the heavy load.  The boy's agony aroused Dave and he relived this scene over and over again in that basement by stripping to his Levis, tying a rope from a heavy weight that he could barely drag to his waist then for an hour or more dragging that heavy weight around the basement until he was covered with dirt and sweat, his muscles trembled with exhaustion, and his cock was swollen and hard.  Sometimes he wanted to touch his cock but his parents and drummed into his mind that only evil boys did things like that and so his urges built inside him slowly and powerfully.

The back of their yard bordered a small stream that ran under a bridge and he could follow a narrow path next to the water that led under the bridge to a wooded area that was about a mile long with the stream on one end, a road with a steep embankment on one side, a river on the other side, and the other end was where the river ran along the embankment.  The only ways into this area were going under the bridge or climbing along the embankment by the river until you reach a small parking lot of  the rest of the wooded park.  This let him do things outside in the sunlight that he did just because he his urges compelled to do them that in reality made no sense. 

The shy loner began to play in my woods by running through the trees and open areas pretending he was an Indian.  He loved the feeling of just running hard with all his might.  After a week or so, he took off his shirt, put it by a tree near the place where to path followed the embankment to the parking lot. He always wanted to take his shoes off but was to shy but here he thought he was all alone so soon he was taking off my shoes and socks and leaving them with his shirt and would run barefoot on the paths through the woods and meadows in the sunlight.  He would run until exhausted enjoying the feel of the bare ground on his feet and especially where the path was covered with rough stone that hurt his feet.  He would return to the tree and put on his shirt, socks, shoes, and return home as the shy loner.

That day when Dave returned to the tree, his clothes were gone.   Frightened, he looked around but saw nothing then heard from the edge of the woods by the river a call, "Hey, is this what you're looking for? You better come and get them quick before I throw them in the river."  A muscular high school kid, wearing Levis and a white t-shirt with the arms rolled up like high school guys did then when they wanted to look cool was yelling to him.  Dave hesitated, "Come here now, punk.  Don't look like you got much choice unless you want to go up to that parking lot barefoot then walk home and explain to your dad how you lost your shoes.  Hey I just want to play a little something like cowboy and Indian, you might like it." Dave slowly walked toward him.  "I've been watching you for the last week or so and don't know why you are running around shirtless and barefoot but it seemed like you were having fun.  I watched you and got the idea of how much fun it would be to make you my slave." he showed Dave a coil of clothesline he took from his pocket.  "I'll give you a head start then you better run fast because if you touch the fallen tree by the little stream  you are free and I'll give you your stuff but if catch you  then you are my slave and will be at my mercy."

Dave ran as hard as he could while the kid counted back from 10.  He didn't look back, he knew this was for keeps and his only hope was to touch that fallen tree before the kid grabbed him.  He could hear the kid gaining but now, could see the goal and was sure he had won, but suddenly his foot caught on a root and he went sprawling headfirst to the ground. The kid landed on him hard and pinned his bare chest against the rough ground by by pressing a knee into his back.  Dave struggled to get free digging his toes into the dirt to push himself up but the kid was bigger and stronger and grabbed Dave's hair and painfully pulled it hard, "Give up or do you want more?" Dave struggled harder but he didn't have a chance.

"Yeah, I give up!"

The hand twisted the hair tightly, "Yes, Master or "Yes, Sir.  You are now my slave and I am your master, Understand?"

Dave's heart jumped, this was his fantasy to be a slave, he tried to hide his excitement and answered in a dejected voice, "Yes, Master!"

"On your feet slave, see that pile of rocks.  Move that pile to that tree over there. On the double!" yelled the kid as he took off his leather belt and snapped it like a whip.

"Yes, Master!" the slave yelled and grabbed a big rock with both hands and half ran with it to the tree than ran back to get the next rock.

The snap of the belt on his back punctuated the masters command, "Faster you lazy little shit."

Dave started taking the smaller rocks and his master didn't seem to notice.  The pile by the tree slowly grew and the other got smaller.  The slave was drenched with sweat, his muscles ached, his bare feet burned from running over the rough path and his work constantly got harder because only large rocks were left.  His young master's belt pushed him to exhaustion.  "Looks like you outsmarted yourself, my poor little slaveboy."

The hot sun made the slave's thirst unbearable until he begged, "Please master, I need some water."

The master's reaction was quick and fierce.  He rained a bunch of lashes with the belt on the helpless boy, "Slaves do not ask their master for anything.  Now, get back to work you little jerk."  Dave continued his toil, he began to stumble and fall from exhaustion but his masters only beat him more.  After he had fallen again, his master ordered him to kneel.  His master asked, "Do you want a drink, slave?"

Dave looked up at his master standing in front of him, "Yes Sir, Thank you master!"

"Open your mouth wide and don't spill a drop or you'll be sorry."

Dave looked around but didn't see any water bottle but obeyed and open his mouth wide.  He watched as the master unzipped his Levis and pulled out a long heavy cock and held it in front of the slave's mouth, "Get ready, her it comes!" The piss shot into Dave's mouth hot and strong and he gulped it down trying not to spill any because he feared another beating. Dave was grossed out and humiliated but he guessed that was life for a slave and the humiliation excited him a lot.  The master grabbed Dave's hair and pulled his head up while twisting the hair, "Forgot something?"

"Thank you sir for the drink, I needed it!"

"OK get moving and finish the job!" Gross as it seemed, the master's piss relieved Dave's thirst and slowly, agonizingly, the pile of rocks grew until only one very large rock remained to be moved.  Dave struggled to carry it but sunk to his knees a couple times until the belt encouraged him to continue and at last dropped it on the pile near the tree. 

Dave stood up, exhausted, covered with dirt and sweat, fearful but excited, and faced his master, "All Done, Sir!"

"Hold your hands in front!" While Dave held his hands in front the master took his rope and wrapped several turns around the slave's wrists then crossed the ropes and tied the turns of rope together between the boy's wrists until all the turns were tight and secure. The victim was led to the tree and turned to face away from it then the other end of the rope was thrown over an overhanging branch.  The high school kid pulled the rope which stretched Dave's arms straight up then for leverage wrapped a few turns around a stick and hung with all the weight of his muscular body on the rope so that the slave was pulled until only his toes could touch the ground.  The young master tied off the end of the rope, sat on the ground cross legged and with satisfaction watched the shirtless, barefoot boy as the pain and fear built in the victim's eyes.  Even better he watched a bulge grow in the crotch of his slave's Levis.

Finally the master got up and stood before his slave staring intently in his slave's eyes. The slave avoided his master's stare as he thought only of ways his master could force him to do the things his secrete urges wanted.  Rough hands reached up to the slave's wrists and slowly the fingers traced a path down the arms, stopping at the armpits to twist the boy's sparse hairs, down the chest as the boy's breath caught, down the chest feeling the shivers that ran through the helpless body, pausing at the nips to twist and play, down to the abs, ending with a squeeze to the bulge in the Levis. "Yes, Twink, you are fun to play with. "  The helpless slave endured and enjoyed the teasing fingers feeling sensations entirely new.  The master's tongue licked the tender nips, the sensitive ears, the throat, the lips.  Then the master placed his lips on the slave's mouth and thrust his tongue inside the youth's mouth exploring every part.  Dave's excitement took over and instinctively he thrust his tongue into the master's mouth and was explored every part.  They kissed for a long time while the youth felt strange stirrings in his abs and genitals.   "Slaveboy, you are hot, let's see that boner!" the master said as he unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned and fly then pulled down the Levis to the slave' feet.  Dave stood there with his boner tenting out his white jockey briefs that the master quickly pulled down.  Again the high school kid sat cross legged and watched his prisoners body until he spotted a thistle a couple feet tall which he pulled out and held by the roots where there were no barbs.  He began teasing the suspended helpless body with this prickly weed, over the chest, the back, the naked ass, the trembling legs, and at last the swollen balls and throbbing cock.  Dave struggled but could not escape the torment of that prickly weed.  The touch was light, painful, and extremely exciting. Dave felt something wet at the end of his cock and saw it dripping and was worried, this never happened before.  His young master laughed, "Boy, you are virgin, that is just pre-cum.  Happens to guys when they get real excited.  Did you ever cum, you know, shoot off?"

"No I never shot off,  I guess I've been brain washed that it was evil to play with my cock and never could get myself to do it," Dave answered sheepishly.

"Hey, this is your lucky day.  You are the only guy I met that has never cum so I get to introduce you to the joy of sex, that really turns me on!" The boy's master smiled with delight as he worked the thistle against the tight ball sack hanging from Dave's crotch.  The slave struggled and squirmed as the excitement built.  Then the thistle's prickly leaves began teasing the tender underside, the glans, and the head of the cute erect 5 inch cock and the pressure inside Dave's loins soared until the boy's only thought was that he wanted more and more excitement.   Then, surprisingly, the muscular kid knelt before Dave.  Rough hands stoked Dave's chest and abs then settled into teasing his nipples. The kneeling was not being submissive, the active hands showed the master was in charge, that he took pleasure in building the intense pressure his young slave had to endure.  Then the assertive tongue began licking just below the navel and slowly worked its way down to the swollen almost hairless balls licked, then along the cock, finally sucking the pre-cum.  The master stood, kissed the suspended slave and forced the pre-cum back into the sweating, panting, slave's mouth.  Back to kneeling, the tongue again explored the youth's genitals.  At last the mouth took in the cock, sucking and teasing the tip, then the shaft then the entire length.  I an expert way the intensity of the sucking increased until stirrings started in the smooth abs then leaving the youth on the edge then increase again until a higher edge was reached. The slave dug his toes into the dirt driven my the intense pressure inside himself.  Then the sucking continued to built harder and faster and the boy's hips returned the motion driving his boner into his master's eager mouth.   Harder and harder as his abs tensed tighter and tighter then his cum exploded out in burst after burst which his master eagerly swallowed.  Years of denial exploded from the slave's loins followed by the calm of complete satisfaction. 

The master stood and kissed his spent slave deeply. "There is nothing better than deflowering a cute young virgin outside in the sunlight,"  said the master as he untied the rope so the slave could stand then untied the boy's arms.  "Now it is your turn to give me pleasure but unfortunately I have to get to work" the young master continued as he tossed the exhausted boy his clothes, "Be here at 8AM Saturday and we can continue our games only next time I will get the pleasure and you the pain.  Understand?"

"Maybe not, this was fun but I think I have to stop this.  And there is nothing you can do," he laughs, "Sir!"

The master takes out a scarp of paper and reads, "Dave Swanson. 1241 Winding Lane, Deerbrook.  Phone: Deerbrook 5622.  I guess not much except an anonymous phone call telling Robert and Susan Swanson what their perfect little boy has been doing in the woods or maybe a little note mailed to them.  Which do you prefer?"

"You got me, Sir.  I'll be here Saturday at 8."