Brad's house (fiction)

iambic · 07-02-2008, 07:30 AM

The beginning of my senior year in high school I ended up in three classes with a kid named Brad Evans. He was the typical jock type, blonde haired, and played numerous different sports over his 4 years in high school. He studied just enough to pass every class, was gregarious, and well-liked by everyone.

I was more of the clown type. For whatever reason, I always had a one-liner or some other joke to throw out in class, although I was really prideful of the fact that I could joke around in class and still make As and Bs (it infuriated the teachers.) The joking around made me known and liked, but it didn't make me extremely popular. I had a few close friends, and mostly hung out with them. To everyone else, I was just "that funny guy." It was fine by me.

Still, this was why I found it odd when Brad started talking to me. I guess he thought I was REALLY funny, or maybe my taste in movies/music/tv were similar to his. I doubt it though. The real reason was a mystery.

When he started saying shit like "dude, we should totally hang out this weekend", I was wary. I had enough good friends to supply me with fun times for the rest of my life - and considering I was only going to be in high school for one more year, I didn't feel like wasting it hanging out with some dude I didn't know all that well and his friends, who i didn't know at all. We chilled a few times, but we never really hung out.

One night during christmas break, Brad called me on my cell.
"Dude, Steve. My parent's and my brother are gone man. The entire liquor cabinet is open for us man! what do you say you come over and hang out man?"
"who else is there?"
"No one dude, it'll just be me and you chilling. I don't want it to be some huge party where everyone's drinking my parents liquor."
"Good point. Well man, I dunno..."
Getting drunk did sound like fun. However, I had a feeling the night would mostly amount to me and him getting drunk, before i have to drive drunk (which is always bad) home at 2 am, and possibly wake up my parents (which is worse) and have them come down on me for drinking and doing whatever else I did wrong. And I couldn't spend the night, because that'd be one boring ass night. At least at my house I have all my shit to tinker with. I was planning on coping out again, but then he said it...
"I got some white widow too man."
White Widow, for those of you who don't know, is really really really really good pot. It's the best you can get, if you can find out. where we lived, it was hard to find.
"really," I replied, trying to act as if I wasn't drooling over the white widow. "how much".
"an eighth."
"...I'm coming over."
It was about 10 pm when I left. I told my mom I was spending the night at a friend's and then I was off to the fields of white widow.

I pulled up into Brad's driveway and knocked on the door. He quickly answered it.
"what's up man!"
"hey. where's the weed."
"Let's go in the backyard to smoke it."
I followed him to his backyard. It was really nice - it looked like some sort of jungle, with a grotto-esque pool nestled in the middle. The most beautiful site, however, was the glass pipe filled with white widow, which was laying on his table.

20 minutes later, we had finished the bowl ourselves, and I had had a bunch of shots, while he took a few himself. We sat outside, admiring the night sky.
"so what now man?" Brad inquired.
"I don't care dude, I'm... yeah."
"hahahaha. we should play truth or dare."
I thought for a second. "haven't played in years..." I began to guffaw loudly, " But I'll fucking play now!"
"Hell yeah. Alright, Steven. Truth or dare?"
"dare." I was bold.
Brad stood up, and turned around, and pushed his jeaned ass in front of me.
"hit me as hard as you can, right there."
The whole thing seemed pretty strange. I would have probably left at that point if I hadn't psyched myself up for ToD to the point where I felt bound by the rules. What can I say, I was high.
I reached back my hand and slapped his ass as hard as I could. There was nothing about it that I found erotic, although to Brad, this was heaven. He let out a moan and closed his eyes. after a second or two, he opened them, smiled and sat down.
"I wanted to see how hard you can hit. You hit pretty hard."
"Oh." Bullshit. he wanted me to spank him.
"alright steve, your turn."
I pulled a beer out of the outdoor cooler, took a sip, and then asked him "truth or dare". he picked dare.
"I dare you to... shit, I dunno. take off all your clothes and run around the pool three times."
I cocked my head back to take a huge chug of the beer. I drank for about 5 seconds, and when I looked back down, there was a sight.

Brad's clothes were in a pile on the ground, already. His bare ass was 10 feet away from me, then 15, before he turned to the other side of the pool. He was running as fast as he could, it was obvious.

2 minutes later (which had to be a record of some sorts) Brad was standing in front of me, bent over, trying to catch his breath.
"so... how... was...that..."
"It was... something."
"it was fast, huh? pretty impressive right?"
"I guess...." His cock was dangling somewhat close to my pants... uncomfortable.
"You guess? oh..." He looked upset that I wasn't piling on the praise for him. Truth be told it was pretty impressive, but that white widow was still kicking inside of me. I had a feeling he didn't inhale during his hits.
Brad sat down in a chair a few feet away from me. he was still naked.
"Do I have to put my clothes back on?"
"Dude, do what you want, it's your house man."
"But is it okay by you?"
"It doesn't matter! this is your house, and I'm not your master."
He stared at me for a few seconds, analyzing me.
"Steve. truth... or dare?"
the way he said 'dare' assured me that that was the proper choice, although just to fuck with him, I said truth. After I got a few laughs out of his sad puppy dog face, I said "alright, dare", and watched his face light up.
"I dare you to be my dare master for the night."
I stared. I wasn't gay, but bossing around a naked kid who had the look's brad had seemed alright in the state I was in. even now, I have no regrets.
"done."
he smiled, stood up, and then quickly fell to his knees in front of me.
"what do you dare me to do... master?"

Part 2 coming soon, maybe. i have to see how the reaction to part 1 goes. Comments are not only appreciated, but encouraged!

James499 · 07-02-2008, 08:11 AM

I can't wait for the next part.

Hope its soon

glue · 07-02-2008, 10:49 AM

this is the best story in a long time

10/10 more more more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

masterme47 · 07-02-2008, 03:13 PM

wow keep it going

iambic · 07-02-2008, 05:16 PM

I looked down at Brad as he stared eagerly up at me.
"Lay down. on your stomach."
he quickly fell to his belly and spread his arms and legs out. I looked at his body - He really kept himself in shape. All his muscles were well-toned, and his ass was nearly perfect. I sat down on his back.
"do ten push ups." I figured I'd test his limits.
He started off strong enough. The first three went by easily, but the 4th and 5th were considerably weaker. he finished half of the 6th, then collapsed, spread-eagled on the ground, breathing heavily.
"I'm... sorry... master...."
i sighed. "Well slave, I'm a bit disappointed. If you had completed what I told you to complete, You'd have my dick in your mouth. But since you failed..."
I picked up his boxers and shoved them in his mouth.
"Those will have to do."
"awwww..." he moaned, with his underwear loosely packed into his mouth.
I slapped his ass and got up.
"Go get me some duct tape."
Although he was exhausted, he still leaped to his feet and ran into the house, quickly returning with a roll of duct tape, which he placed at my feet.
I usedthe duct tape to bind his ankles together, then bound his wrists behind his back.
"You run fast slave. But I want to see you hop. hop from here to the other side of the yard and back."
"Yes master."
I sat down in a lawn chair and watched from a few feet away, sipping on my beer. I watched as he made it to the other side of the yard,and fell over as he tried to turn around. The duct tape certainly fucked with his balance.
I watched him as he struggled on the ground, trying to pick himself up. He nearly made it, but then just fell down again, and when he did he emitted an angry yell.
I got up and walked over to him. He was continuing to struggle, and I swear, his eyes were starting to tear up.
"I'm sorry master... I've failed you again... but I swear I'll get up!"
The pity was unbearable. I sat down next to him.
"You sound angry. lighten up."
I moved my hands down near his feet, and began to lightly tickle his soles.
"hah... hahaha...wait..."
I went all out, tickling up and down his feet. He squirmed around maniacally, and tried to get away, but he was backed up against the fence and couldn't.
"MASTER MASTER I'M SORRY I CAN DO IT PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME!"
"Are you making demands of me? my my..."
I kept tickling his feet with one hand, but slowly moved my other up to his inner thighs, which i started tickling. This made him whip his legs open and close, unable to fully spread his legs because of the tape.
"OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD...."
The tickling caused him to piss all over the place. Once I saw this, I stopped tickling, and just started laughing at him. The embarrassment he felt was evident in his cheeks, which were crimson red.
I untaped his legs and allowed him to stand up. As he stood, I noticed his huge erection. I'd ignore it, for now.
"I'm... ready master."
he stood with his head bowed, in front of me.
I opened another beer and stood behind him. I bent his head back.
"chug."
He opened his mouth and I began pouring the beer in. He drank most of it, although a good portion of it went down his chest.
I decided that, as his master, It was up to me to wash him, and to take advantage of his slightly-dazed beer-saturated state.
In other words, I pushed him into the pool. and at 11pm at night, in January, it was less than warm. much less.
"That oughta take care of your boner, you little perv. I'm going inside to have a drink and smoke a bowl. crawl in on your hands and knees when you've dried your weak ass off."
I was starting to enjoy what I was doing...

Part 3 coming eventually. comment comment comment...

James499 · 07-03-2008, 11:57 AM

Really enjoying this story.

07-02-2008, 07:30 AM	#1
iambic Member Join Date: Jul 2007 Posts: 31	Brad's house (fiction) The beginning of my senior year in high school I ended up in three classes with a kid named Brad Evans. He was the typical jock type, blonde haired, and played numerous different sports over his 4 years in high school. He studied just enough to pass every class, was gregarious, and well-liked by everyone. I was more of the clown type. For whatever reason, I always had a one-liner or some other joke to throw out in class, although I was really prideful of the fact that I could joke around in class and still make As and Bs (it infuriated the teachers.) The joking around made me known and liked, but it didn't make me extremely popular. I had a few close friends, and mostly hung out with them. To everyone else, I was just "that funny guy." It was fine by me. Still, this was why I found it odd when Brad started talking to me. I guess he thought I was REALLY funny, or maybe my taste in movies/music/tv were similar to his. I doubt it though. The real reason was a mystery. When he started saying shit like "dude, we should totally hang out this weekend", I was wary. I had enough good friends to supply me with fun times for the rest of my life - and considering I was only going to be in high school for one more year, I didn't feel like wasting it hanging out with some dude I didn't know all that well and his friends, who i didn't know at all. We chilled a few times, but we never really hung out. One night during christmas break, Brad called me on my cell. "Dude, Steve. My parent's and my brother are gone man. The entire liquor cabinet is open for us man! what do you say you come over and hang out man?" "who else is there?" "No one dude, it'll just be me and you chilling. I don't want it to be some huge party where everyone's drinking my parents liquor." "Good point. Well man, I dunno..." Getting drunk did sound like fun. However, I had a feeling the night would mostly amount to me and him getting drunk, before i have to drive drunk (which is always bad) home at 2 am, and possibly wake up my parents (which is worse) and have them come down on me for drinking and doing whatever else I did wrong. And I couldn't spend the night, because that'd be one boring ass night. At least at my house I have all my shit to tinker with. I was planning on coping out again, but then he said it... "I got some white widow too man." White Widow, for those of you who don't know, is really really really really good pot. It's the best you can get, if you can find out. where we lived, it was hard to find. "really," I replied, trying to act as if I wasn't drooling over the white widow. "how much". "an eighth." "...I'm coming over." It was about 10 pm when I left. I told my mom I was spending the night at a friend's and then I was off to the fields of white widow. I pulled up into Brad's driveway and knocked on the door. He quickly answered it. "what's up man!" "hey. where's the weed." "Let's go in the backyard to smoke it." I followed him to his backyard. It was really nice - it looked like some sort of jungle, with a grotto-esque pool nestled in the middle. The most beautiful site, however, was the glass pipe filled with white widow, which was laying on his table. 20 minutes later, we had finished the bowl ourselves, and I had had a bunch of shots, while he took a few himself. We sat outside, admiring the night sky. "so what now man?" Brad inquired. "I don't care dude, I'm... yeah." "hahahaha. we should play truth or dare." I thought for a second. "haven't played in years..." I began to guffaw loudly, " But I'll fucking play now!" "Hell yeah. Alright, Steven. Truth or dare?" "dare." I was bold. Brad stood up, and turned around, and pushed his jeaned ass in front of me. "hit me as hard as you can, right there." The whole thing seemed pretty strange. I would have probably left at that point if I hadn't psyched myself up for ToD to the point where I felt bound by the rules. What can I say, I was high. I reached back my hand and slapped his ass as hard as I could. There was nothing about it that I found erotic, although to Brad, this was heaven. He let out a moan and closed his eyes. after a second or two, he opened them, smiled and sat down. "I wanted to see how hard you can hit. You hit pretty hard." "Oh." Bullshit. he wanted me to spank him. "alright steve, your turn." I pulled a beer out of the outdoor cooler, took a sip, and then asked him "truth or dare". he picked dare. "I dare you to... shit, I dunno. take off all your clothes and run around the pool three times." I cocked my head back to take a huge chug of the beer. I drank for about 5 seconds, and when I looked back down, there was a sight. Brad's clothes were in a pile on the ground, already. His bare ass was 10 feet away from me, then 15, before he turned to the other side of the pool. He was running as fast as he could, it was obvious. 2 minutes later (which had to be a record of some sorts) Brad was standing in front of me, bent over, trying to catch his breath. "so... how... was...that..." "It was... something." "it was fast, huh? pretty impressive right?" "I guess...." His cock was dangling somewhat close to my pants... uncomfortable. "You guess? oh..." He looked upset that I wasn't piling on the praise for him. Truth be told it was pretty impressive, but that white widow was still kicking inside of me. I had a feeling he didn't inhale during his hits. Brad sat down in a chair a few feet away from me. he was still naked. "Do I have to put my clothes back on?" "Dude, do what you want, it's your house man." "But is it okay by you?" "It doesn't matter! this is your house, and I'm not your master." He stared at me for a few seconds, analyzing me. "Steve. truth... or dare?" the way he said 'dare' assured me that that was the proper choice, although just to fuck with him, I said truth. After I got a few laughs out of his sad puppy dog face, I said "alright, dare", and watched his face light up. "I dare you to be my dare master for the night." I stared. I wasn't gay, but bossing around a naked kid who had the look's brad had seemed alright in the state I was in. even now, I have no regrets. "done." he smiled, stood up, and then quickly fell to his knees in front of me. "what do you dare me to do... master?" Part 2 coming soon, maybe. i have to see how the reaction to part 1 goes. Comments are not only appreciated, but encouraged!

07-02-2008, 08:11 AM	#2
James499 Member Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: USA Posts: 64 Blog Entries: 1	cool story I can't wait for the next part. Hope its soon __________________ Limits: blood, scat, permanent, outside, and bondage.

07-02-2008, 10:49 AM	#3
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07-02-2008, 05:16 PM	#5
iambic Member Join Date: Jul 2007 Posts: 31	Part 2 I looked down at Brad as he stared eagerly up at me. "Lay down. on your stomach." he quickly fell to his belly and spread his arms and legs out. I looked at his body - He really kept himself in shape. All his muscles were well-toned, and his ass was nearly perfect. I sat down on his back. "do ten push ups." I figured I'd test his limits. He started off strong enough. The first three went by easily, but the 4th and 5th were considerably weaker. he finished half of the 6th, then collapsed, spread-eagled on the ground, breathing heavily. "I'm... sorry... master...." i sighed. "Well slave, I'm a bit disappointed. If you had completed what I told you to complete, You'd have my dick in your mouth. But since you failed..." I picked up his boxers and shoved them in his mouth. "Those will have to do." "awwww..." he moaned, with his underwear loosely packed into his mouth. I slapped his ass and got up. "Go get me some duct tape." Although he was exhausted, he still leaped to his feet and ran into the house, quickly returning with a roll of duct tape, which he placed at my feet. I usedthe duct tape to bind his ankles together, then bound his wrists behind his back. "You run fast slave. But I want to see you hop. hop from here to the other side of the yard and back." "Yes master." I sat down in a lawn chair and watched from a few feet away, sipping on my beer. I watched as he made it to the other side of the yard,and fell over as he tried to turn around. The duct tape certainly fucked with his balance. I watched him as he struggled on the ground, trying to pick himself up. He nearly made it, but then just fell down again, and when he did he emitted an angry yell. I got up and walked over to him. He was continuing to struggle, and I swear, his eyes were starting to tear up. "I'm sorry master... I've failed you again... but I swear I'll get up!" The pity was unbearable. I sat down next to him. "You sound angry. lighten up." I moved my hands down near his feet, and began to lightly tickle his soles. "hah... hahaha...wait..." I went all out, tickling up and down his feet. He squirmed around maniacally, and tried to get away, but he was backed up against the fence and couldn't. "MASTER MASTER I'M SORRY I CAN DO IT PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME!" "Are you making demands of me? my my..." I kept tickling his feet with one hand, but slowly moved my other up to his inner thighs, which i started tickling. This made him whip his legs open and close, unable to fully spread his legs because of the tape. "OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD...." The tickling caused him to piss all over the place. Once I saw this, I stopped tickling, and just started laughing at him. The embarrassment he felt was evident in his cheeks, which were crimson red. I untaped his legs and allowed him to stand up. As he stood, I noticed his huge erection. I'd ignore it, for now. "I'm... ready master." he stood with his head bowed, in front of me. I opened another beer and stood behind him. I bent his head back. "chug." He opened his mouth and I began pouring the beer in. He drank most of it, although a good portion of it went down his chest. I decided that, as his master, It was up to me to wash him, and to take advantage of his slightly-dazed beer-saturated state. In other words, I pushed him into the pool. and at 11pm at night, in January, it was less than warm. much less. "That oughta take care of your boner, you little perv. I'm going inside to have a drink and smoke a bowl. crawl in on your hands and knees when you've dried your weak ass off." I was starting to enjoy what I was doing... Part 3 coming eventually. comment comment comment...

07-03-2008, 11:57 AM	#6
James499 Member Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: USA Posts: 64 Blog Entries: 1	Keep it going Really enjoying this story. __________________ Limits: blood, scat, permanent, outside, and bondage.

07-02-2008, 03:13 PM	#4
masterme47 Junior Member Join Date: May 2008 Location: uk Posts: 26	wow keep it going