This is a continuing story that depicts sex acts between men. It is graphic in nature and should NOT be read by minors. So, please leave if the shoe fits.
Bob's Boy-Toy (part 2)
Oh, my, he did call me, and told me to be at his house at 7:00.
I'm all excited, cause I'll get to have him again, get to feel him inside me, get to experience his manly talents, and have him use me as he wishes. He has given me some instructions, too, that, I will follow to the letter. I will be sure to write about that, as soon as I can.
When I arrived at his place, on time; Bob greeted me at the door, in only a terry cloth robe. It was partially open, in the front, and just long enough to cover his crotch area. My eyes went directly to his groin, and he smiled, saying, "Don't worry, bitch, you'll get what you want, soon." I blushed, at being so easy to read.
He told me to strip my clothes off, right in the hallway, but to leave my pink, thong panties on. The pink butt-plug, that he had told me to have inside me, was in place; too, it's outer flange showing, slightly around the thin strap of the panty. I guess I should say, that I love wearing women's sexy panties, anyway, so, it was a turn-on for me to have them on for his desire.
He told me to turn around, modeling them, and the butt-plug, for him.
He said, "Do you like the feel of your toy, in your pussy? Did you like the car ride over here?", he chuckled. It was almost uncomfortable, in the car, as I moved around in the seat, trying to get some relief from the cars' movements. "Yes, sir", I said, turning my back to him, and bending over, to show him what he had told me to do. "Soon, you will be feeling more than that, deep in you, slut", he almost growled. I smiled, thinking how much I wanted to feel more, to feel him, to feel his cock, deep in me.
"First things first, though, my little bitch. I need to be sure you will obey me. You will obey me, right?" "Yes, sir, I will obey your every wish." Wow, I had just made quite a commitment to him. "Obey his every wish", I thought, what a major turn-on. But, could also be very scary. Well, I guess we'll see what happens.
"My first wish is to give you something, which symbolizes your devotion to me. You will wear this, whenever we are together. Got that?", he glared into my eyes. Again, all I could say was, "Yes sir."
He produced a black leather, dog type collar and a chain leash that was attached. "On your knees, now." I fell to my knees, and he put the collar around my neck, snapping the three fasteners, making it snug enough that I knew it was there, and yet, not cutting off the air flow in my throat.
"Now, you are my whore, my slut, and my bitch, to use, as I want. Tell me what you are."
Well, I was taken aback, just a little, and didn't answer quickly enough for his liking, and he screamed at me, "Well, tell me what you are, faggot." He was right down in my face, glaring into my eyes, holding the leash in his left hand, and pointing his finger inches from my face. I was afraid he was going to hit me, and cause me some real pain. I have to say, here, I am not a happy camper when it comes to pain. I am a wuss, a baby, a puss, when pain is involved. So, I quickly said, "I am your whore, your bitch, your slut, and you can use me as you want."
He retorted, "Tell me you want me to use you. Tell me you are only good for my pleasure. Tell me you want to please me, no matter what." He was forcing me to tell him these things, to have me totally submit to him. I could only say what he wanted; I had no choice, at that moment. "Oh, please Sir; use me as you wish. I need to be used by such a strong powerful man like you. I want to please you anyway I can, I am here for your pleasure, and only your pleasure."
I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but, he had me where he wanted me, and his power had been proven, with just his words. No force, really, just his demeanor, his voice, his manliness, his inward strength, had transformed me into his willing slut.
We went into the living room, me following behind on the leash, as he had instructed. He said, "I have a better idea, right now. Get your clothes back on, and meet me in the garage." I went back and got my cut-off jean shorts, tank top, and sandals, put them on, and went to the garage. He took the chain off the leash, but left the collar on my neck. "I want you to wear the collar, always, never taking it off."
I replied, "Yes, sir."
"Take those shorts off, boy. They are too long." I took them off, giving them to him. He cut the legs very short, handed them back to me saying, "Put them on and let me see how you look." He had cut them so short, that they were almost like a pair of regular underwear, as my cheeks showed in the back, and my panties could be seen from the side. Embarrassed, I looked at him. "What's the matter, too short for you? Too bad!
Let's go!"
I had to sit on the floor of his truck, on the passenger side, leaning across and licking and sucking his crotch, all the while we drove. I had no idea where we were going, but had his cock in my mouth, so didn't really care.
He pulled into a restaurant, down close to the beach, saying, "Ok, cunt, get out, and follow me inside." I walked behind him, staying that way, as he motioned to the headwaiter. We were then ushered to a very nice booth, in the corner, overlooking the ocean. It was a beautiful night, stars and moon shining brightly. I sat in the opposite side, and he told me to crawl underneath, and take his cock out, and give him a blowjob, right there in the restaurant. I looked at him, confused, and he glared at me, saying, "Do it!"
The waiter just came back with his appetizer, and I'm sure he saw me duck under the table, before he arrived. He said, "Does your friend want an appetizer, sir?" Bob said, with a chuckle, "No, he already has his."
The waiter hesitated, a bit, before leaving, as I'm sure he knew what was going on. By this time, I had pulled Bob's zipper down, and was munching on my appetizer, his cock. It had hardened almost completely, as I mouthed him, with all the finesse I could find inside me. He was eating, and I was eating, so we were both happy.
I totally forgot about my surroundings, and started to seriously work on his cock, wanting to get his juice to fill me wanting mouth. "Ok, bitch, that's enough for now. You'll get your desert, later." I got up, on the seat, again, just as the waiter brought our entrees. I blushed, as he looked at me, knowing what I had been doing. He was good looking, about 25, tall, and sporting a nice basket. Bob saw that I was checking him out, and said, "Don't even think about it, boy, not while you're with me." I saw the look in his eyes, and knew I wouldn't do that again.
Later on, I had to go to the bathroom and asked Bob if I could go.
He told me to wait a bit. I was getting uncomfortable, needing to relieve my bladder, but waited as he had said. A little bit later, he said, "Go to the bathroom. But, only come back, when you can show me a mouthful of cum!"
"What?", I said. "You heard me, slut, bring back a mouthful of cum and don't swallow, until I say so. And it better not be yours." I got up, went into the restroom, and wondered how I was going to accomplish his request. I felt like every eye in the place was on me as I walked past them. These damn shorts were bordering on obscene, they were so short.
A few seconds later, our waiter came in the restroom, and a light bulb went on, in my head. He pushed me into the stall, making me sit on the toilet, as he pulled out his semi hard 7" cock. It was a very nicely shaped hunk, and I just took it right down to the base, in one slow motion. My throat wrapped around his hardness like a glove, massaging him as tight as possible. He began to push in and out, using me as a fuck place for his cock to piston. I was very happy to give him my mouth and throat for his use/abuse.
This hard thrusting went on for a few minutes, until he trembled, and began that pre-orgasmic swelling. His movements were even harder than before, holding on to my head, and shoving himself inside as hard as he could. Then, as all good things must come to an end, he grabbed my head, shoved in deep, and exploded a gusher of hot, salty cum. I wanted to pull back some, to be able to hold it in my mouth, as Bob had ordered, so almost forced him away from me. He kept trying to push in deeper, and I'm wanting him to shoot in my mouth, so we were at a standstill, somewhere in between. Fortunately for me, his next volleys were just as thick. I wouldn't have been able to keep any of that juice in my mouth if they hadn't subsided.
Just as quickly as he had cum, he pulled out, zipped up, and left.... all without a single word. I was left, sitting on the toilet, face flushed, and a mouthful of his juice. Luckily no one else had come in.
I went back to the table, smiling. Bob looked up, as I arrived, and said, "Well?" I knelt down, opened my mouth and showed him the cum in my mouth. He smiled, saying, "Good boy, now swallow your desert." I obliged, smiling even more, and let it slide down my throat, relishing the taste and consistency. I had totally forgotten the shorts, as I bent over. They hiked up, showing my entire ass, giving anyone looking a show. I heard a few "Oh, look at that" comments, and sat down, quickly.
We finished our meal, left a nice tip, and left. I thought we would go home, but we ended up at an adult clothing/toy store. He had me follow him throughout the store, looking at all sorts of unusual pieces of women's clothing and what I guess would be described as "boy toys".
He told me to go to the car, as he made the actual purchase. When he came out, he had a large bag, full of things that I assumed were for me.
We then went to another store, where he picked out some sexy women's panties, lingerie, slinky outerwear tops, shorts and hosiery, all from the women's departments. I was afraid he would want me to try on these things, right there, in the store, but, thankfully, he just bought them, telling me, I'd return anything that didn't fit, tomorrow.
Wow, what a day, so far. I'm forced to wear a dog collar, suck our waiter off, and purchase all sorts of sexy women's clothing and toys.....all for me! I wondered how far I would be able to go with this role-playing, this game, this submissive/dominant relationship. He certainly wanted to take it to another level, it appeared, and I was willing, or maybe semi-willing to go there too, as the apprehension in my mind was trying to override the sexual wanton in my body. My soul was prepared to do as he beckoned, as long as I could have his cock, but my head was saying, "be careful", so I was in a great state of confusion. Deep down, I knew his cock would win out. I needed it, wanted it, desired it, and had to have it inside me, wherever he wanted to put it. As long as he had this control over my inner psyche, he had me right where we both knew, was the basis of our relationship. My brain was going to lose the tugging battle. But, I still had this gnawing thought in the depths of my conscious mind...."am I actually going to cede to his every wish?" I guess only the future will tell.
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