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 3)
Well, when we got home from the stores, he had me strip down completely, even directing me to remove the butt plug. I was then led to the bathroom, where he told me to draw a bath, and put some bath oil beads in, to make it smell good. The aroma was quite feminine, like a bouquet of fresh flowers. I was surprised at how it made my skin feel, too, slick and sensuous.
As I got out, he came in, with a female douche kit, and instructed me to follow the directions, exactly. Now, keep in mind, women use that for their pussies, so that's what he wanted for his pussy, he said. I did as told, twice, to be sure to be clean for him. I also shaved my pubic area, again, and underneath, just past my aching hole. He likes his pussyboy to be clean and smooth.
I heard him say, "Ok boy, get your ass in here, so we can see what fits." With that, I walked into his room where he had all of the clothes he had bought, laid out on the bed. "You will look good in red, my little slut.
That is a slutty color, and should be just the ticket." I started trying some of the lingerie on, including, a corset, bra, panties, camisoles, teddies, stockings with garter belt, and crotch less pantyhose, all in various colors and styles. I was rock hard, the whole time, loving the feel of the materials, against my skin. Everything seemed to fit well, except the bra and corset. They would have to be one size larger.
Then he brought out some outerwear that I hadn't seen. First he showed me a few silky tank tops in bright neon colors, that stopped just above the navel. Then I saw the jean shorts and pants. The shorts were short-shorts, and fit quite well, really, but definitely showed off my cock, balls and ass, to anyone who would look. Slut was written all over them, hehe. Then I tried on the jeans, hip hugger style, definitely feminine, that again left nothing to the imagination, as they fit very tight.
Oh my, the next outfit was a slinky pant and top that just shimmered when you looked at them, and more on the dressy side. I knew I would love the feel, as soon as I got them on. Being almost transparent, they also yelled and screamed slut.
From another bag, he produced some cock toys, which he had me "try on", making little laughing noises, as he fitted them. It really was a one-piece item, but, attached around the base of my clitty, and then spread my balls, with two more leather straps. Making sure he liked the fit, he told me to try the next item on...leather-pouched thong, which fit fine, too.
"Ok, bitch, now it's time for you to make your master's cock happy. All of this girlie stuff has me hard, and horny. Get over here on your knees and suck my cock!" I crawled over to where he was sitting, never taking my eyes off is hardening male weapon. I could only hope to be able to drink his sweet cum, today. I was addicted to it, after only a few feedings, and certainly wanted more. He knew I'd do it, no questions asked.
His mammoth tool entered my wet, waiting mouth, as I sucked him in, almost slobbering like a bitch in heat. I am a bitch in heat; so, I might as well sound the part, too. His precum was heavenly, too, slimy, salty and adding to the already built in desire in me. "Lick my balls, too, boy", he said. I took each one, lovingly into my mouth and tongued them, rolling them as much as I could inside my oral cavity, wanting to give him the pleasure he demanded. I knew the more pleasure I could give him, the more cum he'd force into me.
He turned around, offering me his bubble butt, and without saying a word; my face was in the crack lapping at him vigorously. As my mouth went up and down his as crack, from the base of his spine to the back of his balls, I flattened my tongue, making him wet and slimy. I lessened the length of my stokes, slowly, and concentrated on his asshole. My nose would drag across his pucker, each time I traveled down, making my nostrils flare with his manly scent. Finally after many long, loving swipes, I zeroed in on my target, his waiting shithole. My tongue was forcing him open, making room for my oral invasion. His insides were responding to me, pushing back, making me get in as deep as possible. "Tongue fuck me slut", he yelled, as he squirmed back to meet my probing tongue.
"Lay on your back, and I'll sit on your face, giving you a good ass face." I did as he wanted, as he straddled my face and knelt down, spreading his cheeks as he literally sat down, almost smothering me, with his force. He then, started to bounce, a little, ever so lightly, with my tongue buried in his hole, fucking himself on me. Wow, what a sensation. He was enjoying himself, based on the moans coming from his lips.
Before I knew what was going on, he pulled up, moved back, and stuck his dripping cock in my mouth and down my throat, in one quick motion. The next motions were easy, as he started to fuck me, hard and fast. I could only lay there, accepting my fate as his fuckboy.
"Ok boy, you will have your treat now, as I'm going to fill you up with my cum. Get ready. Close now. Suck harder, use your tongue, get me off, make me happy, tighter, tighter, YES!!!!! His hot lava shot into my mouth and throat, filling me to the brim. That sweet nectar washing every part of the insides of me, coating the entire opening. The thrusting slowed down, allowing me to breathe and savor the taste and consistency of the juice he was shooting.
Softening, he removed his cock from me, and stood up, saying, "Nice job, bitch. You are my good little cocksucker, loving my cock and cum, huh?
Tell your master "Thank You"
"Oh, yes sir, thank you for feeding me your manly cock and cum,", I said.
"Ok, slut, go get us some drinks, and we'll watch some TV, before I fuck you like the bitch you really are."
I did as beckoned, going to the kitchen, getting a drink of soda for us both, returning to his bed, and laying there, awaiting his next desire.
He had put in a video, depicting a slave, giving himself completely to his Master. Bob looked over at me, smiled, and said, "You like this video? It's my favorite. I will make you into a good, no great slave, understand? Tell me you want to be my slave!" "Yes sir, I like the video and I want to be your slave, to be used by you as you like and want," was all I could say.
Again, those haunting thoughts of concern overcame me. Slave? I thought. Wow, what a serious change from this role-playing. I'm totally into having this dominant black stud fucking me whenever, wherever, and however he wanted. But, to be his slave? Hmmmmmmm, that is something totally different.
As we're watching the movie, however, he's getting a hard-on, which of course, is getting me excited, too. Anytime he gets a woody, I'm in a trance, wanting him to stick it in my body, so, this was no exception.
The video showed a white guy, much like myself, only younger, chained to a table, face down, and being fucked at both ends, by 4 black men.
He's got his ankles, feet, and body, completely secured, with a leather hood over his head. There is an opening for his mouth and nose, so he can breathe while being assaulted, orally. They have complete control over his entire body, using him for their desire and pleasure.
Bob leans over, and starts tweaking my nipples, making me twinge, but, exciting me, also. His strong fingers are twisting my erect tits, creating an erotic sensation in my groin. "Oh, I see you like that, boy. Well, get over here, and get me ready to fuck that cute ass of yours. Get me nice and hard, so you'll feel every inch of me, when I'm deep in your tight little pussy."
With his fingers still attacking my nipples, I got up on my knees and began mouthing his hardening tool, wanting to make him as hard as possible, for his next desire.
He must have been ready, as after a few strokes of my mouth, he got up, flipped me on my back, with my heels on his shoulders, applied some lube to my ass, and prepared to enter me. His throbbing cock was oozing precum, too, which helped with his entry. As he pushed in, I winced in pain, but knew it would soon be replaced by sincere pleasure. He pushed in hard, not wanting to be gentle, this time, and watched my face, as it contorted in pain.
"Feel that, bitch? See what a man's cock can do? You're mine, now.
You're only good for manly cocks to use your body for their pleasure. Feel it?
Huh?" I could only groan, a muted "Yes, sir." "Open your eyes. I want you to see me as I fuck you. You need to see me fucking you, and will, whenever I want. You know I can fuck you anytime, anyplace, right?" he said, as he plunged in.
"Yes, sir, I know you can, and will fuck me anytime and anyplace you want," again saying, and groaning thru clenched teeth.
Afterwards, looking back on this whole experience, I realized that he was very good at breaking me down, using only verbal commands. He hadn't hit me, or spanked me, or used any other form of corporal punishment to "force" me to succumb to him. His cock is the object of my affection, and his powerful demeanor took total advantage of my lust for him. He was very adept at making me HIS. Yes, I was a willing participant, but he used very good judgment, making me his toy, with ease. By making me re-say everything back to him, was probably the biggest part in my brainwashing. Again, he knew what he was doing.
Anyway, after a few of his hard thrusts, I began to push back at him, wanting more of his cock inside my pussy-ass. He, again, knew I would react this way, and said, "You want more, boy? Tell me you want more of your master's cock in your pussy. Tell me how good it feels." "Please, sir, give me more of your hard cock. I love how you fill me up, making me your slut, your fucktoy. Please fuck me,", I moaned, this time in a wanton, lusty voice. He continued to do just that, too, filling my cunt, with slow, deliberate, movements, that seemed to go on, forever. Every time he'd push in, I'd moan, as he'd hit my prostate. Every time he pulled back out, I raised up, wanting him back in my empty hole.
He leaned in, and for the first time, kissed me, deeply. His tongue was washing the inside of my mouth with such vigor, I thought we had become one mouth, with two tongues. With that, he also began a serious fucking of my hole, ramming in and out without abandon. His thrusts moved me back on the bed, they were so hard. "Eyes open, slut", he yelled. It seems I automatically close my eyes, when being fucked, or sucking him, so, keeping them open is a stretch for me. But, I did my best to watch him as he rammed himself deeper and deeper, harder and harder.
His face was beginning to show the signs of an orgasm, too. "Now," he said, wailing inside me, as he came with such force, that I could actually feel his seed being planted in my hot bowels. I bet it made a splashing sound, as it expelled so hard from his cock, buried in me. I sure did feel it. His orgasm ebbing just a bit, his thrusts slowed down to just an easy, comfortable fuck. I couldn't actually feel the last shots, but knew by the look on his face, that he was still cumming. I felt his weight on me, as he slumped down, coming down from the high of his orgasm.
My legs were still up around my ears, so I knew his softening cock would stay in me for as long as he wanted to. Just the sheer force of his weight on my ass would keep him in there. I sighed, knowing he must have had a great orgasm, which made me satisfied, too. "Boy, that was a good fuck. You did very well." "Thank you, master. I'm here for you," I said, meaning every word.
Still being full, I sure did enjoy this aftersex time. He stayed in me for a long time, resting, until his breathing came back to normal. Then as with most times he had fucked me, he pulled out, and stuck his cock back in my mouth, to clean. "Clean up your master's cock, boy. Make it glisten with your pussy-mouth." His aroma, my aroma, and his cum were a sumptuous blend, to be remembered.
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