Amanda's Prize

So let me introduce myself, the hardest part of this story. My name is Amanda Johnston, and I'm a 36 year old. I'm single, never been married, and bisexual. The last few years I have only been in same sex relationships, women are just easier to deal with. I'm a brunette, with an athletic build, and considered pretty by others as well as myself. I've always been attracted to pretty women, preferably young and submissive, since they're easier to dominant. I'm also attracted to men, again young, and more towards the pretty boy type, but these relationships have been few and far between. I work as an accountant at an electronics company which is where I met Michael. He started working in the assembly department just after graduating high school. A very good looking kid, slightly long black hair, delicate features, thin, about 5'8'' tall, definitely a pretty  boy, just how I like them. We would talk in the cafeteria during lunch and breaks. I remember that one of the first things I asked him was his age, he only looked fifteen since he had almost no facial hair, and a boyish physic. Needless to say, I was surprised when he told me he was two weeks away from his eighteenth birthday. He seemed to be a nice kid, easy to talk to, and soon my interest in him began to grow. It had been a long time since I'd been with the opposite sex, and Michael could be the one to break my dry spell. I could tell that he would be very easy to dominate, just one more thing I found attractive about him. However, I'm not looking for a relationship, I just wanted to fuck him, well, a bit more than that, actually. I didn't mention that all my adult relationships have been bdsm relationships, I like to completely control my partner, which is what I was planning to do with Michael. I just need a plan to lure him into my web, and a prize like him gives me plenty of incentive to work up such a plan.

              So one day Michael mentioned that his folks were going away on vacation for a week, and that he would have the house to himself. I knew this was my in, so the next day I asked him  a favor, if he could come over to my house this coming Saturday and move some things out of my attic, and in return I would make him dinner. He agreed with no reservation, a good sign, so far so good. Saturday arrives, and Michael is right on time at 5:00. It should only take about a half hour to move the boxes from the attic to the curb for trash pick up on Monday, boxes that were too heavy for me to carry, or so I said. It was a brutally hot day, and of course even hotter in the attic, which made the work pretty grueling. By the end of the job Michael's shirt was soaked with sweat, so I offered to wash his clothes and let him take a shower. He was reluctant, but after a little convincing he came around. I gave him a towel and showed him into my spare bedroom to undress. I told him to just leave his clothes on the chair and I would throw them in the washer. After he showered he came out of the bathroom and asked for his clothes. I was surprised, forgetting how quickly boys shower, and told him it would be at least 45 minutes before his clothes would be washed and dried, besides I was behind with dinner anyway. In the mean time we  chatted while I fixed dinner, I could tell he felt a little uncomfortable wearing just a towel. I engaged in small talk to put him at ease, but I soon began to ask more personal questions. Things about his old girlfriends and the like, slowly pushing the envelop to topics like how much sexual experience he had. I eventually worked up to asking him if he had ever been dominated by a women sexually. He seemed unsure of what I meant, so I rephrased the question to lure him in, and asked if his girlfriend pleasured him by taking control sexually, or even if this would be something he might like. Come to find out his girlfriend hadn't done this, in fact, they only had sex twice. As far as being dominated by a woman, he said sex is sex and he was up for anything. I said that was good, and that if he wanted I could pleasure him tonight, knowing that getting an eighteen year old male to have sex is the easiest thing in the world. I could see a rise in his towel that he was trying to conceal, and new right then what his answer was.

         I told Michael that he would have to do everything I said if he wanted me to pleasure him, which he quickly agreed to, as I led him into my bedroom. I told him he could leave the towel on and that I wanted him to kneel in the middle of the bed. He got on the bed, a little unsure, but kneeled as instructed. I told Michael that I was going to bind his wrists over his head to an eye hook in the ceiling, and that if I was to pleasure him it would have to be on my terms. After binding his wrists, I told him that he would also need this tied between his knees, This being a three foot spreader bar, which as the name implies, spread his thighs apart as far as they would go. I told Michael now that he was my sexual prisoner I could do anything I wanted with him, and if that would be OK, not that he had a choice. Being bound as he was, he was a little scared, and by the looks of the towel, excited as well. The next thing for my new pet was to strap him into a ball gag to keep him quiet, as this might get a little noisy. Finally, I tell Michael it's time to take the towel off (the moment I'd been waiting for!!) and I  can tell he is a little apprehensive about this, knowing how exposed he is about to become. When the towel is removed Michael's cock, finally in full view, is fully erect, a natural submissive as I knew all along. It's a beautiful cock, circumcised, not huge, about six, maybe seven inches, with two sweet little balls hanging underneath. However, as young as Michael appears, he still is eighteen, and of course has pubic hair, which I think he would look better without. I pull out my electric clippers and place a small trash can under his sex. I begin trimming off the hair until only stubble remains. I use Nair to take care of the stubble, as well as the small amount of hair on his thighs, stomach, chest, and between the cheeks of his firm ass . Wow, looking at him now, God he looks good enough to eat, but that will have to wait, I have other things to do first. To start, I lightly caress his freshly shaven cock, which is slightly bobbing up and down with excitement, and notice a little pre-cum on the tip. I then gently squeeze each of his tender balls between my thumb and finger, the skin being very soft and now, smooth. I run a finger tip over his hairless anus, slightly pressing on it to give him a preview of things to come. I step back to look at him fully stretched and spread on the bed, his cock, balls, and ass completely shaven and exposed to me. I tell Michael how delicious he looks, and that he is now my sex slave, but before he is allowed to cum I will have my way with him. I start out by tying a long, thin rope around his balls, one end is tied to the front bedpost, the other to the rear on the opposite side. I take another long, thin rope and double it around around his balls with the ends being attached to the other two posts. So now the two ropes create an X with Michael's balls bound in the center, making it impossible for him to move in any direction. His two testicles are now squeezed into a tight little sphere, and I see him look down at them in shock. He knows that he is at my mercy, being that I have his sensitive manhood under my control, and that he has no say as to what will happen to him. At this point, as I'm gently kneading one of his nipples, I tell Michael that I've been planning this moment from the very first time I saw him, this very scene, tied to the bed by his balls! I pull out my riding crop and tell him he'll be getting ten lashes on each cheek of his beautiful, tight ass. Unfortunately, if Michael tries to move away to avoid the sting of the crop, the ropes will pull and tighten their grip on his testicles. I go slowly, and between lashes I lightly tap Michael's tightly cinched balls with the crop, I remind him that if he misbehaves, this is how he'll be strung up, and where the crop will be striking. I  also can't resist fondling his bound sack, it feels so smooth, firm, and round, I realize that with Michael's balls in bondage I have complete control of him, and for me that feeling is intoxicating. Once his ass has been reddened it's now ready to be probed. I pull out a string of anal beads and lube them up in front of Michael, as I tell him what they are,and where they will be going, as the gag muffles his protests. With the position he is in, his asshole is easily accessible, and he is spread so wide he can provide no resistance. I slowly push in one bead, which is soon followed by another, until all four have been inserted inside him. I stop to take a few pictures, with a few close ups of his bound cock and balls, as well as his asshole with the string hanging out. His muffled whining gets louder when I tell him I'll be taking the pictures to work, I know some of the girls will be very interested in seeing him like this. Well, by now I'm dying to suck that cock and finally taste him, I heard a rumor once that cum is sweeter from a young, eighteen year old, I'm looking forward to finding out if it's true. I tell Michael that the beads in his ass will intensify his orgasm when I pull them out just as he is cumming, which he will be doing very soon. I start on his bound balls, laying underneath I am able to lick them and even take his entire sack into my mouth, they are so sensitive that it doesn't take much to get a reaction out of him. I lick the length of his cock, and clean off his pre-cum, an appetizer before the main course. I take him all the way into my mouth and slowly ease him in and out. He tries to push into my mouth, but the ropes yank at his balls, putting a halt to any motion. It doesn't take long before he is moaning, I grab hold of the ring at the end of the string running into his ass, and teasingly give it  a few light tugs, knowing he's getting close. The moans intensify into one long, loud tone, his cock gets even harder. He's about to pop, I start pulling the beads out which makes his cock explode in my mouth. He's thrashing in his bonds as I taste his sweetness, which is now endlessly flowing into my mouth. As his orgasm passes I clean his cock with my tongue, being sure to suck out every remaining drop, I'm amazed at how much cum he was able to produce in one climax, and yes, he has the sweetess cum i've ever tasted.

    Michael hangs exhausted in his restraints, with his cock half limp. As much as I enjoyed having his cock in my mouth, I also need to cum, and now want his cock in my pussy. For this I untie him and let him lie back on the bed to rest and regain a little energy. As he's doing this I proceed to tie him spread eagle to the bed posts, luckily I keep him gagged because he attempts to protest. I also add a set of nipple clamps to remind him who's in charge, and also because I like to watch him squirm. Luckily, being young, it doesn't take long for his penis to regain it's stiffness and he's ready to go. Before I climb on I take off his gag and give him a long, deep kiss. Michael turns out to be  great kisser, very passionate, at this point I know this will be more than a one night affair, I realize I just might have a new sex slave. My tongue works it's way down his body to his now unbound testicles. I go a little further south to rim his asshole with my tongue before traveling upwards to his now fully erect cock. With it now fully rigid, and myself literally dripping, I straddle him and slowly lower myself onto his young cock, God it feels fantastic!! I slowly begin to ride it up and down, before lowering my body down so we're face to face. Not only can I kiss Michael, but this angle allows me to grind my clit against his shaved pubic bone. I can also whisper in his ear, and tell all the nasty things I have planned for him and his cock and balls. It has been a long time since I've been with a man, and I seem to be infatuated with Michael's penis and testicles, more than I ever remember in the past. I tell Michael that he's going to be my sex slave, and ask how he feels about it. Not surprisingly, he offers no protest, perfect, mission accomplished!! I'm now getting close to an orgasm, I support myself on hands and knees as Michael does his best, considering being bound, to pump his cock in and out of me. Oh My God, I'm just about to cum, but I don't, or can't, I'm right on the edge, which is where I stay for quite some time, it's like a long, slow orgasm. Finally this feeling comes to a head and I have one of the most intense climaxes I've ever had, squirting my juice all over Michael's balls, while letting out a very deep moan. I lay on his body for a few minutes, recovering from my euphoria before realizing Michael is still rock hard and trying to pump me to get off. I laugh and sit up on his member, reaching behind me I cup his balls and begin to massage them. Then I lube my middle finger by sticking it in Michael's mouth, before beginning to probe his anus with it. I work it in and out and slowly begin fucking his ass, as his moans begin. I also begin to ride his cock to increase his excitement, and within minutes he has shot his sweet load into me. I lick the sweat off his body, dismount him, and suck any remaining cum from the tip of his cock. I soon release my new pet, and tell him that he won't be going home tonight.