The following story is fiction. Any likeness to real persons or places is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if it is illegal to read this in your region, please leave now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy. This is my first attempt at writing erotica. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I am also very open to new ideas, characters, and places to take the story, etc.
A Boy Finds Who He Is
As strange as it may seem strange but, it was the first time in my life that I knew I was in the right place doing the right thing. I had always felt a little out of place, like I did not belong, but here it was finally right. It had started innocently enough. I was home from camp where I had been a counselor and swim team coach for the summer. I was a sophomore in college, a member of a fraternity, and getting ready to go back to school. I got a call from the president of my fraternity asking me to join him in a meeting in an office tower in Dallas. We were arranging a charter flight to a college football game as a fund raiser for our fraternity. Being used to being at camp I through on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and headed out the door. I was drove to the office and looked up the name on the directory. It was a small airline with offices on the 14th floor. I took the elevator and found the office, an older lady greeted me and said to have a seat as my fraternity member had not arrived yet. I read some magazines while I waited in about 15 minutes Ben arrived. We were shown into what I thought was a huge office. There were windows overlooking the town and large desk on a raised platform a big leather couch and one side chair facing the desk. The Man got up form behind the desk and hugged Ben. I found out then that he was Ben's Uncle. He said Ben sit on the couch here, and he turned to me and stared for a moment then said Ben this must be the boy you told me about. What is his name, Ben? Ben told him my name was Greg, it was strange they were talking about me as if I wasn't there. Ben introduced me to his Uncle Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson turned to me and stuck out his had I gripped it to shake and he held it firmly a stared into my eyes - at first it seemed creepy but I couldn't look away. He said Greg you sit in the chair across from my desk . I did as he asked.
Ben was on the couch. Ben and Mr. Jackson talked about the charter and the details, I really did not say much - I just watched him as he talked. There was just something about him - an aura of some kind. The meeting went on for a while, I really did not pay much attention because it was like I wasn't there. Finally I heard Mr. Jackson say "Ok Ben - you run along I will meet with Greg on the details since he is here in town. Greg you just stay right there while I walk my Nephew out." I don't know what details he was thinking of but I was eager to do my part for the fraternity and Ben.
Mr. Jackson came back in the room and as he was entering told the receptionist she could go for the day as he was done with business. He closed the door to the office and walked to his desk.
Well Greg it was nice of you to come here with Ben, he has told me something's about you I find interesting" I did not know what to say or what he meant so I just muttered something unintelligible. What was that Greg "speak up it is not polite to mumble" I sorry sir I just not sure what you meant. "Ben tells me you're a swimmer Greg is that right" Yes sir - "well that's good Greg you look very fit and tan" In fact Greg you are a rather attractive boy aren't you? I don't know sir. But Ben says you don't have a girlfriend Greg, do you? Well no sir, in fact Greg he says you don't even date, is that true Greg? Greg why don't you date? Are you scarred of Girls? I didn't know what to say I didn't have a girlfriend and didn't date like the other guys I just wasn't interested, at school I was either studying or at the pool working out. Other than that I just hung out with the guys in the fraternity or my roommates. It had been the same in high school, I was basically a loner. I had friends who were girls in fact my best friends were girls.
The only dates I had where when they had broken up with their boyfriends or didn't have a date they would ask me to take them. I had a great car and loved to get dressed up so I always went but just dropped them at the door after the event. I never thought about it much but maybe he was right I was scarred, but I though just not very interested. I knew some of the guys had sex with the girls and I knew about the birds and bees, I was interested but it had been different. At least since that one night at scout camp when Mr. Brenner the scoutmaster had taught me how to jack off. That was sex for me and it was great. I just stammered that I wasn't scarred, just hadn't found the right girl I guessed, and was busy with school and swimming. Greg, you're not telling me everything, are you? I had started slumping in the chair, something I did when I was uncomfortable. Sharply Mr. Jackson said Sit up straight Greg and look at me when I talk to you!" I was surprised by the harshness of his tone. Only my Mother had spoken to me like that and that was usually right before she whipped me with a belt for something I had done wrong. I almost jumped out of the chair and sat up as he asked. That's better "boy" - I think I will call you boy from now on if that's ok. Yes Sir I said not knowing what to think. Good, now I am going to ask you some questions and I want and truthful answer, do you understand boy. Yes Sir I said looking at the floor. Boy, I told you to sit up straight now I want you to stand so we have no more of this behavior. Yes Sir I said and stood up. Now, boy- I know you masturbate so tell me how often you make yourself cum? How did he know - I didn't know what to say and barely whispered "sometimes" - what do you mean sometimes - once a day twice a day? - what is it boy speak up. Well usually two or three times a day Sir. I couldn't believe believe I was answering him - it was like I had no will of my own, I never talked to anyone about sex and I was uncomfortable when the guys talked about it, it's not that I didn't like it but; when the guys in the locker room talked about sex my dick would get hard I could not control it and I would have to go into the stall and jack off to get it to go down. But here I was answering this for an adult I didn't even know. He stared at me with a slight smile, I thought so he said - you look like a chronic masturbator boy, you really can't control it can you. In fact you probably want to do it now don't you? Well you need to learn to control yourself, boy. I see the bulge in your shorts -you are getting hard now aren't you boy? Look at me boy and answer the question. Ye Sir, I whispered; louder boy Yes Sir - there I was getting hard for no reason and obeying this man I didn't even know. Well boy as I said you will have to learn to control that. Now tell me have you ever been with a girl, made love to her, had sex with her? No Sir. What about looking at pictures of girls in Playboy and other magazines - well yes Sir I have looked at them - do you jack off when you look at them - yes sometimes - but you never tried to have sex with a girl or fell her up? Kind of Strange boy. Well enough of that - I hear you are a swimmer. Yes Sir, I was relieved that the subject had changed. Well you look very fit and tan. Yes Sir I swim all summer outside at camp and the swimming. Let me see how fit you are. Take off that shirt so I can see those muscles and that tan. I hesitated - it was one thing to answer his questions but now he wanted me to take off my shirt. Hurry up boy I haven't got all day, I just think you are really very fit and attractive and I want to see you without your shirt like when you swim. It's just us here, the doors locked - no big deal. Ok I said and pulled the t-shirt over my head, heck it was no big deal I hardly wear a shirt all summer. Nice boy now turn around and put your hands on top of your head, yes really nice boy. Go ahead turn back around, but keep your hands on your head. Now just a few more questions - have you had sex with a boy or Man? I couldn't tell the truth I had promised I would never tell so I immediately blurted out No! Sir. Well boy I don't believe you. If you tell me the truth now it stays between us, if you lie and I find out, well I have to tell Ben and I suppose that would be the end of the fraternity for you wouldn't it. Now tell me - when and how many times boy we both know it has happened. Yes Sir it has, I almost cried to get to out. I was in Scouts and the scoutmaster had me in his tent on overnights and he showed me how to jack off, he liked to rub me and kiss me and then have me rub him until he came.
That used to happen on all the camp outs. Did you like it boy? He knew I liked it but I couldn't' say anything because I knew it was wrong like it. I was scared because Mother had told me never to touch myself there and once had caught me rubbing myself and spanked me real hard.
She told me that is was very bad to touch myself like that and I could be sent to a mental hospital because of it. Since that day I had been ashamed of what had happened, but it felt so good I had to do it, just as often as I could. You like it don't you boy on fact you can hardly keep your hands off yourself can you? What do you think of when you rub yourself boy, those pictures or of the scoutmaster? You do not have to answer the bulge in you shorts tells me. Now I want you to take your shorts and underpants off and show me how you rub yourself! I couldn't do that, could I - I wanted to but knew I shouldn't, but I had to I had to obey, why? Why was this man in charge of me - why could he make me do this? Slowly I unbutton my shorts and let them fall to the floor. Now the underpants boy and kick off those shoes. I couldn't stop I wanted to me naked for him, I wanted him to see me, I wanted him to touch me! What was wrong with me- had my Mother been right was all the rubbing causing me to be crazy. I had no will, I was naked standing before this Man who was fully clothed staring at me. Very nice boy you are very attractive, but in a feminine way. Do you know what that means boy, you look more like a girl than a boy. Now turn around and let me see all of you. Very nice boy. But one think boy that dick of yous is very small and you have so little hair around it? I thought you were 18 - is that not true you don't look it. Yes Sir I am eighteen I just always have had a small dick. Bet you were embarrassed in the locker room weren't you boy, looking at all those bigger dicks with yours so small? He was right I would stare at the other boy's dicks when we were in the shower wondering how they would look when they were hard and if I would ever have one that size. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. Now show me how you rub your self - boy - jack off for me.
Like a robot I grabbed my dick and started jacking it like I did at the gym in the stall- it felt good and I got harder, why was this so exciting naked inform of a Man playing with myself - I knew it was wrong but everything felt right. I was about to cum when he barked stop and come here boy.
I walked to his desk. On your knees here boy. I knelt at his desk. He reached down from his chair and grabbed my penis and balls and said boy - these are mine from now on. Do not touch them unless I tell you can, do you hear me? Yes Sir I whispered - louder boy - tell me out loud that you dick belongs to me. Yes Sir my dick belongs to you! Good boy now open your mouth, I opened my mouth and he stock his fingers in my mouth. Now on your hands and knees boy, I obeyed. I felt his fingers on my ass he was spreading my cheeks, then the pain as his fingers entered me, it hurt and I started to cry. Shut up boy you need to be fucked and I am going to do it, but you are too tight now. We can fix that though. Now stand up and face me. I did as I was told. He grabbed by dick which was harder than ever and began stroking it slowly at first then faster, I was at the edge of cumming and he slapped my balls, the pain was intense. You will cum when I let you boy and you will learn that only through pain will you achieve release. Now here put on these red panties, I have thrown you boy underwear away. You will wear these form now on, and whatever else I tell you. I couldn't believe it I was putting on girl's panties because I wanted to please this Man - I wanted to do what he wanted I wanted him to make me cum. He turned to his desk wrote something on a piece of paper and shoved it in my panties. Be at that address tonight at 9pm, with the panties on, tell your Mother you are spending the night with a friend, because you will not be coming home. And if you decide not to come or tell anywone what happened here today, just forget the fraternity, the college and the swim team. And boy do not Jack Off - I will know!