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Subject: Stan and Unky Matt – Part 16 This story is based on fantasy and doesn’t mean anything about the inclinations of its author or reader. Please donate to if you can and happy reading! Stan and Unky Matt – Part 16 Here I was again. My wrists and ankles tightly bound to the corners of the bed I shared with Stan’s mum. Naked. Her 11 year old son and his best friend both naked too and all of us hard. Reece holding his stinky socks under my nose and me drinking in the tangy but sweet smell! “Where is the camp?” Stan asked again. I shook my head. “I’ll never tell you!” I cried. He took my dick in his fist and started to pump it hard and fast, the way I would if I were in a hurry to cum. Stroking and yanking, building the pressure in my balls. I moaned and prepared to shoot my load, certain that he had gone too far and I was going to cum. Then he stopped. God the agony! I was so so horny and ready to fire but I could already feel the orgasm slipping away. Reece’s foot scent still filled my nostrils, then he removed the sock and climbed to so he was kneeling either side of my head. “Open up, Robin!” He ordered. This was the first time I’d seen Reece dominant – the weekend with Harry he had been totally under his cousin’s control at all times. I liked seeing this side of him and I opened without protest. Stan stood back and watched as Reece put his 4.5 inch boy rod into my mouth. I moaned around it – this was still a boy’s cock but it was meatier than Stan’s and I knew from the weekend that he could cum. I really wanted to taste his boy batter. I gave him the best blowjob I could manage from my bound position. I was peripherally aware of Stan wanking his nail as I used my tongue and my lips to give Reece pleasure, although the boy was setting the pace, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth and gyrating his hips while in my mouth. “Fuck yes Robin,” Reece moaned, “you say you only have eyes for Marian but you are a fucking good pedo cock sucker. Fuck yes!” I sucked and slurped and licked, my head held in place by his two sweaty thighs and my vision full of his tummy as he continued to fuck my face. After a while, I could feel and hear him getting faster and more urgent until with a final moan he exploded into my mouth, his sweet and sticky boy cum firing into my mouth and costing my tongue. I savoured it – for pubescent boy’s cum is a rare treat for a boylover like me – and then I swallowed it all down. Reece pulled out of my mouth. Stan grinned. “Told you we would get horny and need to amuse ourselves,” he said. Then, to Reece, “you know, after I cum, I sometimes need a piss. Go ahead. Make Robin your toilet!” Reece looked at me with a dominance in his eyes that I had not yet seen and that I don’t think he expected. He lined his dick up, the tip just in my mouth, and he started to piss. It was pretty strong and salty, but I gulped it down like the good sub I now knew myself to be. My place was çankaya escort here, being controlled by boys. When he’d finished, Reece climbed off me and stood at the side of the bed. He reached over and gave my cock a few tugs. I moaned from the stimulation. “Where is the secret camp?” Stan asked as Reece alternated between stroking and withholding. Two strokes. Nothing. Three strokes. Nothing. “I’ll never tell! I’ll never betray my followers!” “Oh but you will,” said Stan, then, to Reece, “go into my bedroom Reece and get the box of rubber bands from my desk drawer. I think it’s about time we gave Robin here some pain!” I gulped. I dreaded to think what he was planning to do with elastic bands. Despite this fear though, I was still hard. I didn’t enjoy pain as such, but when it was part of a punishment from Stan, I did get excited by it. I guess I had become a psychologist’s dream! Reece returned, his cock already semi hard again. He handed Stan the box and Stan grabbed a thick band and climbed onto the bed. He turned his back to me and sat facing my feet. A boy’s bare back can be just as erotic as his chest or tummy . His skin was smooth and pale and his shoulder blades were visible through his flesh. He knelt so the band was level with my inner thigh, only inches from my balls. He pulled it tight and let it loose, thwacking against my sensitive flesh. I cried out! He laughed and did it again. “Aww, does it hurt Robin?” I nodded through gritted teeth. “Then tell me where the camp is. The pain will stop and we will let you cum.” “Never!” I cried. He hit me again. And again. The pain was pretty intense actually, stinging and reddening my sensitive skin. After a while, he stopped, and scooted off the bed to stand at my feet. He started to tickle them with his finger tips – lightly brushing over the sensitive skin of my soles. I cried out and wriggled, trying to get free, but of course the knots held firm. I laughed and moaned as he tickled my feet. Then I felt something warm and wet. Reece had started to suck my toes. Stan giggled and started on the other foot. The boys expertly tongued my toes, between my toes, over my toenails, then all the way down my soles to the heels. I was always quite proud of my feet – as a foot lover myself, I kept mine well groomed and trimmed. The boys were getting them nice and wet, and I could see Reece in particular was enjoying it immensely. My hard on was throbbing and my level of arousal was almost painful. These two beautiful boys, sweaty and naked, eating my feet and I couldn’t do anything. I just had to lie there while they enjoyed my body. Stan came off my foot. “Shit, Robin. Now I’m horny. You ready for another kiddy cock in your pedo mouth? Reece – work on him while he sucks me, but don’t let him spunk. We don’t wanna lose him!” He climbed into the position Reece had been in. His little nail was rigid in front of him. Watching çankırı escort a little boy so aroused and enjoying sex so much was so joyful for me, despite my predicament, especially Stan, who was sweet and funny and dominant and naughty. I was totally in love with him by now. He held the tip of his nail to my mouth and I put my tongue out, massaging it as he pushed inside. 2.5 inches of thin boy meat isn’t a challenging mouthful, but for a guy like me it was a total turn on. It was hard, but the skin felt velvety soft. It was red hot, full of his blood throbbing and showing his horniness. I worshipped it with my tongue, applying suction, using my lips, just enjoying the sensations of having his arousal in my mouth. As I did so, Reece applied more oil to my cock and started to stroke me slowly. It felt like all the blood in my body was filling my erectile tissue. I was so horny. Six gentle, slow strokes, then nothing. Every one of my senses was overcome with boy – I could see his skin, taste his cock, smell his sweet scent, hear him moaning, feel Reece and then the absence of Reece and it’s consequences. Agony and ecstasy. “Fuck yeah, Robin Hood, prince of Pedos!” Stan moaned, his little penis throbbing with pleasure in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, suck it Robin. Use your tongue. Yeah…” he started to thrust urgently into my mouth, and I could sense his whole body shuddering as he achieved Nirvana! Reece gave me another 3 strokes just as Stan was overcome with his orgasm. Then he used the tips of his fingers to lightly fondle my balls. My shaft was rock hard and I was desperate to cum. “Tiiiinnngggggglllleeesssss,” Stan shouted, his cock desperately trying to fire a load into me. I wondered as he twitched in my mouth how long it would be. I dearly hoped his first cum would be with me. Stan pulled out. Reece gave my cock another three gentle tugs. I moaned and brushed myself, trying to fuck his hand, then thin air when he withdrew. Stan grabbed the elastic band again and flicked it hard against my shaft. I cried out in pain. “Keep still Robin. You cum when you tell us where your camp is. The Sheriff grows impatient! Where is the camp?” Despite the pain, maybe because of it, my cock was still rigid. I wanted to tell him, to end the game now and get my orgasm, but I sensed Stan didn’t want me to yet. He was enjoying it too much. I gritted my teeth. “I… will… NEVER… TELL… YOU!” “Hey,” Reece said, “I have an idea. It’s… well it’s something Harry did to me sometimes when we first started… if I said no to anything,” he looked a little lost in his memory just for a second, then he recovered himself, “you got any ice cubes Stan?” “In the cold storage!” Stan nodded. I laughed despite myself at Stan’s attempt not to say “freezer” – he was clearly a stickler for historical accuracy. Reece disappeared, and while he was gone, Stan got up onto the bed, facing me, and looked me in the eye as çayyolu escort he planted both of his sweaty boy feet over my cock. He moved his right foot slowly, using the toes to manipulate my balls and using the sole of the left to roll my erect member around. I moaned in total pleasure – this kid knew exactly which buttons to press! Reece returned with an ice cube held in a glass. Stan got clear to allow Reece access, and he climbed onto the bed. At first, I thought he had my stiffy in mind, but he manoeuvred his hand just below my ball sac, just above my hole, and held the ice cube firmly against my perineum. For the first second or so, it just felt cold. Then the cold started to burn. Then it was excruciating. I screamed and cried out, desperately struggling against my bonds. Reece giggled. “Hurts like hell, doesn’t it? I soon learned to do exactly what Harry told me! Now… where is the camp? Tell me and this is all over…” “Sherwood…. Forest…. A clearing… about four miles deep… head west from the bluebell glade… aaarrrggghhhh!” “Well done, Reece,” Stan beamed, “you are indeed a fantastic apprentice!” Reece beamed with pride and removed the offending ice cube. He plopped what was left of it into my mouth and I had no choice but to let it melt. “You’ve earned the right to taste the prisoner’s pedo spunk,” Stan said, “I’ll sit on his face and he can keep quiet licking my hole while you blow him!” Reece lay between my legs on the bed, his slender fingers massaging my balls as he took my cock head in his mouth. I groaned out and Stan planted his hole over my face – filling my nose and mouth with the scent and taste of a sweaty, horny boy. I rimmed Stan hungrily, my tongue probing deep inside him as he purred like a satisfied kitten. Reece ran his tongue all around my cock head, my foreskin pulled back, licking where the skin met the shaft, sending little waves of pleasure through me. He took my whole head in his mouth, sucking and licking at the same time. My senses were just overloaded with boy – Stan’s musky sweetness, Reece’s mouth and tongue. Reece sucked me deeper, getting a good half of my shaft into his boy mouth, licking, sucking, licking, sucking, using his fingers. I moaned into Stan’s arse as I started to shoot – flooding Reece’s mouth with shot after shot of spunk. Reece coughed and spluttered, but held himself there on my dick – for sure I would be leaking down his chin, but he was gulping and guzzling my cum too. I don’t know how many shots I fired, but eventually, he withdrew from my spent shaft and I felt myself flop into the bed, my bonds still tight. Stan got off me and pulled Reece into a kiss. He took Reece’s hard on into his hand and wanked his friend as they kissed. Stan could probably taste my load on Reece’s tongue. Reece reciprocated the wank, and I lay there helpless as they wanked each other off, not breaking their kiss. Reece shot a watery load onto my chest and Stan moaned into the kiss as he got his tingles. Then the boys laid down either side of me on the bed. All of us spent. And there we will leave our naughty, lucky man and his even naughtier boys for now. Feedback and suggestions welcome at ail – please donate to if you can!