Message-ID: <31551asstr$995746205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: k_kruiser@hotmail.com (Kryptik Kruiser) X-Original-Message-ID: <4e8966c8.0107192047.211d3b19@posting.google.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 20 Jul 2001 04:47:44 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Sean and Mike, Ch. 1 (MM/F, bond, spank, semi-cons) Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 16:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31551> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman G'day people! Before i give u the story, i should introduce me first. (I know you're probably going to skip right over this, but i'll put it here anyway.) I've been lurking on these groups for the past while now, and i've decided it's time i actually contributed something to them. At the same time i'm getting to do something with my little writing interest... but enough rambling, it's story time! Any comments or criticisms can go to k_kruiser@hotmail.com Enjoy, Krypik Kruiser k_kruiser@hotmail.com The Sean and Mike Saga Chapter One - Chris and the Rec Room Part One of Three By Kryptik Kruiser ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER THING I know we all hate these things, but I should put it in anyway. This is a work of fiction, no part of this story is meant to represent any real person, alive, dead, or otherwise, or to relate to any real event. This story deals with adult subjects and contains adult content, and is not intended for persons under the age of 18 years. If you are under the age of 18, or are offended by this type of material, please stop reading now. This original work is owned by me, but may be republished or reposted in whole, not part, by anyone who wishes to do so provided I am listed as the author. Oh and this is my first real story of this nature to please bear with me here. Now that that's all over and done with, let's get to the good part. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- Wow, another party, another fun time. And yet another bit of experience shared between Mike and I. But before I get into all that, I suppose I should tell you who we are. First, I'll introduce myself. My name is Sean; I'm 18 years old, just graduated from high school last year. I like to go out and party, have a few drinks, your typical teenager. Well, maybe not quite typical, but you'll learn that. Mike is one of my best friends. He's 18, turning 19 in a month and a bit. Me and him share a lot in common, our love of parties and the almighty beer. and a bit more. You see, Mike and I are really into the whole BDSM scene. Not with each other mind you, we're both totally straight guys. We're both the dominant type, and have done it with a few girls, some our age, some a bit younger or older. We have yet to both work on one girl at once, but we each know almost everything the other has done. We're always sitting down over a couple of brewskis sharing tales of our experiences. But lately, life has just seemed to be working very well for us. However, I can 't tell the whole story in the introduction, can I? I'll start with this story, because it really was the point at which our BDSM lifestyles really took off. It involves a girl we both know, Chris, and a certain party at her house. This story is a good one to us because Chris was that first girl we'd got a chance to play with together. She's one of those girls with pretty well-to-do parents, nice sized house full of useful goodies. We're pretty creative at times, so a house full of useful goodies is always a plus. Chris just turned 18 years old, pretty good looking; Decent body, medium length blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty fucking beautiful too. We'd never figured her to be the type who would be into our kinda stuff, but hey, life is full of surprises. Enough background, I'll start from the beginning. Chris' parents were gone for the better portion of the week, so of course there had to be a couple of good parties. We'd already had one, and it was pretty good if you ask me. We'd all had an awesome time. The usual couples making out here and there, Mike and I had both ended up with a good blowjob before the night was out. Nothing else though. Hell, neither of us even remembers who we were with that night. And I thought that was a great time? Hell, were we in for something different. The weekend rolled around, and you guessed it, party at Chris' again. This one wasn't as big. still had the usual face-suckers and beer chuggers, and a couple chicks who somehow lost some clothes. But that party wound down around 1am, pretty early for us, but oh well. Eventually everyone had left except me and Mike, who both didn't really have anywhere better to be. So there were me, him, and Chris sitting around her living room. We'd sobered up pretty well; we weren't hammed any more, just buzzing enough to be a bit uninhibited. I don't exactly know how we did it, but the topic ended up on sex. always a fun topic when it's 2 guys and 1 girl in the room. Well, Mike and I only divulged the regular stuff, nothing special, didn't want to scare the poor girl off or something. However, she obviously wasn't thinking the same thing, as we learned that there was a bit of a kinky side to our Chris. We weren't sure how kinky really, but we would find out eventually. Chris seemed to have decided that it was a good idea to accuse both Mike and I of being as she said "Man-Sluts" because of our blowjob fun at the last party, and of a few other incidents that aren't really worth mentioning. All that got from me was a sarcastic "Careful, keep talking to me like that and I'll just have to put you right over my knee." Well I'll be damned if I didn 't see a bit of a wink as she said "Bring it on, I don't think you really have the guts." What's that you say? A challenge? Well, too late to back down now! Before Chris knew it I had wrestled her out of her chair and right over my lap, and she could do nothing but squirm as I held her down and delivered at least 14 decently hard swats over her tight jeans. She has a decent sized ass, well proportioned rather than just big, and perfect for a good spanking. Pretty sensitive too judging by the yelps I got toward the last few smacks. I half expected her to get up and slap me after that, but she just laid there over my lap, and soon turned her head toward me with a bit of a smirk on her face, and a sly "Is that the best you can do?" came out of her lips. I looked over at Mike, and he just nodded. Another challenge? Time to raise the stakes. I just looked at her with that devious look in my eyes, getting an equally curious look back. I slowly slid my hands up her sides, and before she could react, grabbed her nipples and pinched them. hard. She yelped, and tried to move, but by that time Mike had already moved around and placed a restraining hand on her back. I could see a couple tears start to form in her eyes, so I let go and brought my arms around her back to hold her down over my lap. By this time I had made enough distraction that she didn't notice Mike remove his belt, nor me take the handy handcuffs from my backpack (what can I say, those things are handy, never know when you might need them.) Mike quickly lashed down right across her sexy ass with his belt, getting a scream out of her and causing her hands to fly to her backside, at which point I simply handcuffed her. Before she knew it I had her around the waist, and Mike took her legs, and we bent her far over the arm of her couch. I held her tight there, leaned down, and whispered "You still think we don't have the guts?" I was quite intrigued when she whispered a slightly sobbed "Prove it" right back to me. I turned to Mike and simply nodded. *CRACK* Mike's belt lashed across the middle of her jean clad ass, getting a quickly stifled yelp out of her pretty lips. *CRACK* Mike went for the middle of her thighs this time, causing her to kick her legs slightly, and she once again stifled a yelp. *CRACK* Mike hit right in the middle between her ass and thighs, forcing a short scream out of her lips and making her try to double over even more, except there was a couch arm in her way. *CRACK* Just above the middle of her ass. I could see her eyes getting slightly redder. *CRACK* Just below the middle of her ass. I could see a couple tears start to form, and a good yelp came out. She was having trouble holding it back now. *CRACK* Tops of her thighs. Another good yelp, and her eyes were getting rather watery now. *CRACK* Bottoms of her thighs, just above the backs of her knees. This one got a good scream, and the tears weren't getting held back anymore. Mike wound up and got ready for a power hit. This one was going to be good. *CRAAACK!!!* Oh yeah, that was a good one. one of his hardest, right in the fleshiest parts of her ass. She screamed pretty loud that time, and just kept right on sobbing. The tears were flowing good now, and had she not been cuffed and held down she'd be rubbing her ass very well. I leaned over her, whispering in her ear in my powerful voice "So, are you sorry now for trying to call us gutless man-sluts." Well that stubborn girl gives me a totally defiant look and says to me between sobs "It's going to take way more than that to get an apology out of me, man-slut." Me and Mike looked at each other and shook our heads. This one was gonna be great. Before she knew it I had grabbed her by her cuffed wrists and was dragging her down the hall to the spare bedroom. Mike took off his bandanna and used it to blindfold her, and grabbed a few pieces of rope out of my backpack. We took her into the room, lied her face down on the bed, uncuffed her, and tied her arms and legs to the sturdy posts, leaving the still fully clothed girl spread eagle face down on the bed, blindfolded. We left the room, each delivering a good swat to her already sore ass, and locked the door behind us. We then went searching through the house to develop a master plan for poor Chris. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- This has been a work of fiction by the Krypik Kruiser. 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