Greetings men and bottoms! I just realized I never posted my story about Mitch's second visit to Chicago and how I solved the problem of the leaky clit. I guess time just got away from me. I've been in Vegas a year now. I work on the strip which means that I am surrounded by horny visitors who are craving to serve a real Cock while they are away from all the pressures of home. I hate to see a muscle ass in need. It makes me sadder than that commercial for the Humane Society with the Sarah McLachlan song. I'm such a softie. Between adjusting to the new city and job and keeping all the tourists and conventioneers satisfied, I just plain forgot about my cyber fans and unfinished story.
Recently Mitch has been missing my Cock something terrible so I agreed to let him take me on vacation to Palm Springs in January. It reminded me that I had another chapter to write. Although it's been a year, I still get emails from some of you pussyboys telling me that my stories inspire you to do everything you can to serve deserving Tops. Of course those emails are even better when they are accompanied by pics of smooth fuckable muscle butts. They really get me in the spirit of giving. So as an early Christmas present to you, here is Chapter 6.
If you've been read chapters 3-5, you will remember Mitch is a tall, smooth, fit guy that I turned into my total pussy. If you haven't read them, go do it now. Those stories are awesome and this one will still be here when you're done. I'll wait. You'll remember when Mitch came to my place in Chicago the first time, I fucked him in his jock and never saw his little clit, but somehow I fucked him so thoroughly mentally and physically that his clit leaked before I came and in his embarrassment at realizing what a total pussy he had become, he left abruptly. It was a shock to both of us. Sure I've fucked the cum out of bitches before. It makes me feel proud - especially when they have been good boys and haven't touched their cocks while serving me. But all the prior times it happened the bottom was naked. Usually his little dick would rub against the mattress or my flat hairy abs while my Cock pounded his tight hole. Mitch was the first bitch to shoot when his clit was covered and completely untouched during the encounter.
Normally I'd be pretty pissed that my pussyboy didn't have more self-control , but I have a soft spot for Mitch. He was clearly humiliated and overwhelmed. He looked so sad to disappoint me and embarrassed by how much he got off on my control. When he came back to Chicago a few months later for a work conference, I decided to give him another chance to serve me.
This time however, I had to make sure his clit didn't leak. I had Mitch bring a chastity cage. I think it was one of the CB models – maybe the 3000. I didn't actually inspect it myself. With Mitch I decided that I never wanted to see his clit. As a general rule, I don't mind seeing cocks on the boys I fuck. I only fuck men, so I know that means a cock is going to be attached. I just don't find pussyboy cocks very interesting. I never suck them and I never get fucked by them, and very few are anywhere near as nice to look at as mine. To me they are just a lever to flip a boy over when I want to fuck him on his other side. But I was enjoying bringing out as much of Mitch's submissive nature as I possibly could, and forcing him to constantly hide his clit from view was proving very effective . Anyway, let's assume it's a CB3000 and get on with the story.
Mitch got to town late on a Friday night. He was staying on one of the big hotels along the Chicago River on Wacker Drive, right off Michigan Avenue. Before I arrived Mitch was instructed to shave his balls, trim his pubes, lock himself in his cage, and clean out his pussy with an enema. He then covered the cage in a pretty pink clit cover, left the door ajar, kneeled and waited. I arrived about 10 minutes after our scheduled time to find Mitch obediently kneeling, eyes lowered with both keys to the cage in his hand, exactly as directed. With his eyes still at my feet I took the keys from Mitch's hand and slipped them into the pocket of my jeans. Then I put my hand on the back of his neck, pulled his head against my stomach, and gently rubbed his hair. "Good job puss. I know you won't disappoint me like last time."
"Thank you, Sir."
I leaned down and gave Mitch a nice deep kiss. I could feel his body shiver with excitement and pride for being worthy to serve Me again. Now I hear over and over from my readers that there just aren't enough Tops who know how to treat a pussy. So I occasionally break from the story to give quick pointers on how to train a pussyboy for men aspiring to be Tops. First, it's good to arrive a little late. Sometimes pussyboys underestimate how long it takes to prepare. Arriving late reduces the risk the boy will not be ready and waiting for you and increases the chances the session will get off to a good start. For the majority of the time when the boy is ready, arriving late is still beneficial. Part of the fun for the bitch is the anticipation. Waiting on my Cock is just as exciting for my boy as waiting for his parents to let him downstairs on Christmas morning to open all the packages. In this case it's just one package but it's way better than any fucking toy train, right? Showing up a little late reminds the bitch that he is there for You and Your schedule is more important than his. Waiting is part of serving. Just don't push it too much. There is a fine line between cocky and controlling and rude and inconsiderate. You want the bitch to be excited and wet with anticipation, not annoyed and grumpy. It's a balance. As a rule of thumb, arrive 5-15 minutes late. If you're going to be much later, you should text the boy. He may be your inferior, but you should still be courteous. Show up too late and he goes from horny bitch to just plain bitchy, and that isn't fun for either of you.
Also, see that a boy's service begins before I walk in the door. The preparations are a way for the pussyboy to show obedience before I arrive and immediately earn some praise, or correction if the boy's preparations do not meet my standards. Lastly, I like to show a lot of affection and praise my pussyboy, especially at the times he shows deeper obedience and vulnerability. His main goal is to please me, so when he does something significant like handing me the key to his cocklet, I always show my appreciation. At the same time, I reminded him of his previous mistake so he wouldn't relax too much and stay alert and focused on serving.
Now back to the story. I continued to rub Mitch's head and shoulders and press him into my stomach and savored the moment. I had a tall fit pussyboy so eager and ready to serve me he locked his cock away for as long as necessary. It was going to be a fun night.
I just got off work so I needed a shower. I had Mitch remove my shoes and socks and give my feet a quick kiss. I removed my shirt and jeans and gave them to Mitch to hang. He saw my Cock swelling in my briefs, but I decided to wear my briefs to the bathroom because I am a fucking tease. I loved watching Mitch suppress a whimper that he didn't yet get to see the Cock he had been craving for months. I went into the bathroom alone while Mitch hung my clothes and waited and listened, hearing the water cascading over my muscled body. While he waited his clit would swell and push against the barriers of the cage. The irritation would cause the clit to retreat slightly. Then the recognition of my control made him horny and his clit would again swell against the barriers of cage. He must have gone through dozens of these quick cycles as he waited for me to complete my shower.
The tension from a long week of work began to fade as the water rushed over me. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. When I re-entered the room, I lay on the bed face down had Mitch begin a massage. We didn't speak much during the rub down, just gently directed Mitch where to focus his attention – "More on the shoulders," "Use more pressure." etc.
Eventually satisfied, I rolled over and on my back, unwrapped my towel and rewarded Mitch by letting him suck my Cock. Mitch dove on it eagerly, finally allowed to wrap his pussyboy lips around my thick tool. I chuckled softly as I enjoyed the blowjob.
"Damn, you are one eager pussy. You've been dreaming of that Cock for weeks. Haven't you boy?"
Mitch nodded as he sucked. He couldn't stand the thought of releasing my Cock from his mouth long enough to utter a "Yes, Sir."
"Good job, puss. Worship that dick. I know you love it."
I relaxed and enjoyed the blow job a little longer, encouraging Mitch when he was making my Cock feel especially good, rubbing his neck and shoulders. Occasionally I would press his head toward me so he could engulf the whole eight inches at once. My Cock is quite a mouthful. When fully impaled, Mitch struggled to breathe. I was proud that between giving my Cock pleasure and giving himself oxygen, he always made the right choice. Eventually I released my Cock from his warm mouth.
"That's a good puss. Now get dressed, it's time to eat."
"I should have locked up your clit the first time. See how much easier it is to serve me when you're not distracted by that little thing?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for helping me serve You better, Sir."
Mitch hadn't eaten before his flight and I was hungry myself. It was already after eleven. Most downtown Chicago restaurants don't stay open very late, so our options were limited. We walked to Sweetwater on Michigan Avenue. I hadn't been there before. It turned out to be an overpriced sports bar with an uninspired menu. I ordered nachos and a beer for me and a healthy salad for Mitch. I was disappointed when the waitress brought out tortilla chips with bright colors not found in nature.
We chatted about work and sports and stuff. For a minute Mitch was relaxed. He forgot he was my weekend fucktoy. As we were finishing up, I quietly took the key to his cage from my pocket and set it on the table. I enjoyed watching Mitch's eyes widen and then lower. He went silent for a minute. I slid the key back and forth aimlessly on the table with my index finger.
"You can continue your story, puss. I was just enjoying playing with my new toy."
"Yes, Sir."
I gave a little smirk and kept the key on the table as the waitress came to refill our drinks. Of course the waitress had no idea that the key kept Mitch's clit locked up safe so he could focus on me and my Cock, but the threat of exposure both humiliated and excited Mitch. I had Mitch pay the check and we walked back to the hotel. By now it was after midnight. I had worked a long week and I was tired. Back in the hotel, I had Mitch strip down to his pink jock and kneel in front of me. I pinched his tits, and rubbed his neck and the back of his head. "You were a good boy in the restaurant."
"Thank you, Sir."
I leaned down and kissed my kneeling pussyboy, then had him undress me. I lay on my back on the bed. I had Mitch suck my Cock while squatting over me and offering his jock-framed muscle butt. I love eating ass so much I almost didn't notice his mouth as I ate out his cunt. Mitch had done a good job preparing his pussy. His hole was clean and tasty. The straps of his jock framed his butt nicely. I dug my tongue in deep as I savored my favorite dessert – jock butt. My fingers occasionally played with the straps of his clit cover or slid inside his cunt to open up his hole.
As I ate and Mitch slobbered on my Cock, moaning gently, I debated whether or not I would use lube when I fucked his pussy. Lube makes my Cock feel great and it makes the initial entry go a lot smoother. I have huge head on my Cock so it's not always easy to begin fucking a pussyboy. But if you've read this far, you know that making things easy for bottoms isn't ever a concern of mine. I enjoy when they struggle a bit to take every centimeter my Cock. It helps them appreciate just how awesome my Cock is compared to their little clits and the other cocks that have fucked them. It feels completely natural when there are no chemicals between my Cock and my boy's pussy. It's also more of a challenge to successfully fuck without lube. An expert Top really needs to do three things well to successfully fuck on spit alone. The first and easiest step is to have the bitch get the Cock nice and slick with a wet blow job. Second, and a little trickier, the Top has to be an expert at rimming, lubricating the cunt a long time and gently stretching the muscles. Third, and most importantly, the Top has to be able to get the pussyboy into the proper mindset.
Here's another quick lesson for you aspiring Tops. If, like me, you have a big thick Cock with a wide mushroom head, pussyboys are going to be scared of the pain of entry, no matter how many smaller cocks they have enjoyed before. After all, an asshole is a pretty small opening. You have to know how to talk to your bitch to replace the fear in his cunt with wet anticipation. When my bitch is sucking me and I say – "Good job boy, get my Cock ready for your cunt." – I am not just adding a soundtrack to a hot encounter, I am programming my boy to get ready for a potential spit fuck. Let me deconstruct that sentence. First I praise the boy. I keep him focused on how much pleasure he is giving me. Properly motivated pussyboys will endure a lot of discomfort pursuing their primary goal of making me and my Cock happy. Second, "get my Cock ready" is a signal to the boy that I want a nice wet slick Cock for easier entry and it signals to relax the pussy muscles since a fuck is coming. Lastly, when I use "your cunt" and "pussy" rather than "hole" or "ass," I am choosing words that conjure images of a wide accommodating space. I want the bottom to be thinking of how his hole will stretch, to take his mind off the fact that my erect cock is five times the diameter of his unstretched hole. Of course since I also enjoy the hybrid of masculine strength and feminine attitude that is a properly-trained pussyboy. Words like "cunt," "pussy," and "bitch" are great at reinforcing their beta nature as a happy side effect.
I was tired from a long week of work and didn't want to spend a lot of time breaking his pussy in so I considered lubing up. But since Mitch had been anticipating this fuck for weeks, and since I had been opening his hole nicely with a long deep rim job and since my Cock was nice and wet, I decided I would skip lube right now and fuck in my favorite way.
I took my lips off his wet hole long enough to ask, "Do you want that big Cock in your pussy?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Are you sure, boy?"
"Please Sir! Please fuck my pussy! I want that big Cock in me."
"Good boy."
I love hearing my bitch beg. And just in case the entry didn't go as smoothly as I anticipated, I could always remind Mitch that he asked for it. I had Mitch lie on his stomach and reach back and spread his ass cheeks. I wanted Mitch to feel pinned under my weight when we fucked, and I wanted him to feel his cage pressing into the mattress.
"Good boy. Show me that hot pussy."
I lined up my spit-slick Cock with his wet pussy and pressed the head against the opening.
"Open up boy. Show me where that Cock belongs."
Mitch emitted a grunt as the thick head popped inside his hole. I eased my Cock in gently, but relentlessly as I reclaimed his pussy. "That's my puss. My Cock feels great inside you. Keep opening up or me."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
Sometimes when I fuck without lube, each millimeter is a struggle as the pussy stretches to take the length and girth of my Cock. But Mitch's pussy was so wet and my Cock was leaking so I was able to thrust deeper and deeper with relative ease. Soon I was able to slide the whole length of my Cock in deep steady slow thrusts. My hands held Mitch's wrists above the bed as my body and Cock pinned him to the bed. He was one happy bitch.
"Good job. Your pussy feels great. It's so relaxing knowing we won't have another leakage problem like last time."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. Please fuck me more Sir."
Now while my Cock gets hard and stays hard quick, it actually takes quite a long time to cum. I don't know if it's just that I'm older than I used to be, or if that's how God balances things out by giving me a beautiful Cock but a slow trigger, or if it is just His way of making sure I only reward the most deserving bitches with my cum. I have a lot of stamina from triathlons and marathons, so I can usually fuck a long time. However, it was Friday night after a long work week and I was pretty beat. After a satisfying fuck, but before I came, I rolled on my side with my Cock still deeply implanted in Mitch's pussy and decided to rest. I wrapped my arms around Mitch, gave a strong hug, and pinched his tits.
"Good job, puss. I'm very glad you came back."
"Thank you Sir. Thank you for letting me serve you again."
"Let's get some rest."
I drifted off to sleep inside my tall pussyboy. Since I hadn't cum, it was a restless sleep. A few hours later my Cock woke me up. I had rolled on my back and Mitch was still on his side. I slicked my Cock up with lube and slid it back into sleeping Mitch's hole. It enjoyed waking up Mitch this way, hearing moan and grunt as my Cock plunged deep inside him. I relished the sense of ownership, knowing that whenever I am with him, that ass is mine for the taking. I fucked a while, but again exhaustion overcame my urge to cum, and sleep won out. After a few hours of rest my Cock woke me up a second time. This time it would not be denied. I pounded Mitch's pussy furiously until I finally coated his ass with cum. Mitch was so proud to earn my cum and gave me a groggy, "Thank you Sir." Fully satisfied, I slept soundly with my Cock lodged deep inside my pussyboy, preventing the cum from trickling out of his slick cunt.
In the morning Mitch had to get to his conference leaving me time for only a brief fuck. Mitch was amazed at stamina. I teased him that he would have learned the last time if he hadn't leaked prematurely. This time I came rather quickly, marking my boy again before he went to meet his coworkers. I dressed and took the keys to his cage with me, deciding to shower at home. During the day I would imagine Mitch at the conference, wondering if his colleagues would see a strange bulge from his cage, or if his sore pussy and trapped clit prevented him remembering any of the lectures he attended.
So that's it for now, men and bottoms. As always, I love hearing from my readers. Mitch is visiting in January and we are taking a little road trip, so I should have another story for you after that if I don't find time to write about any of my other bitches.
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