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From Part 3:
He sucked his ass juices off my dick. Then he used his tongue to lick up all his own cum that had smeared on my chest and abdomen. When he was through cleaning me, I told him to turn around, and I untied his hands. Then I let him lie down beside me, while I looked at my hot little bitch, naked except for my collar around his neck, reeking of the smell of sex in the warm motel room.
Part 4:
We slept late the next day. I'd taken a shower, but I'd made my bitch sleep with his own cum drying on his belly. I'd also tied his hands behind him again just to remind him of his place, and of course he still had his collar on.
I woke up first and untied his hands when I got up then went down to breakfast. When I came back, he had showered and cleaned up but because he was a good bitch, he was still naked-which is how I expect him to be whenever that's how I've left him. He came up to me as I walked in the room, put his arms around me and gave me a big, long sloppy kiss. I kissed him back with enough tongue that I pretty soon felt his dick poking me. I pulled my mouth off his and slapped his ass, hard. "Pushy bitch."
He grinned. "Yeah, I know." And grinned again. I could have punished him for that-and shit, I probably should have. I'm probably spoiling him for his next top. But it's nice to be wanted, ya know? And I whipped him for his pissyness in the bar last night, so what the hell... He might have sensed my mood, though, `cause he dropped to his knees and kept his eyes on the ground. I looked at him, kneeling, naked, a hot thirty-something bitch boy with short brown hair and an outline of a beard, wearing my collar. Then I told him to suck me.
I let him work on my cock with that hot pussyboy mouth of his until he got me nice and plump, where I could feel the blood in my dick and it was swollen with lust, but not quite rock-hard. I pulled out, my cock wet with his spit, his lips shining where they'd gotten all wet with his spit from the sucking, his own dick getting longer from sucking me.
I grabbed his chin in my hand, forcing him to look up, a serious look on my face.
"OK, little bitch, here's how it goes. You got a whipping last night for embarrassing me in the bar. But you still need to get taught a lesson about who's in charge, so here's what's going down. I've got the boy's card from last night, and you're gonna call him and get him over here tonight. If you do a good job of making him feel wanted, I'll let you call the cowboy as well, and we'll have a four-way. If the boy either doesn't come over or you sound pissy about it, there's no cowboy and I make you that boy's personal bitch all night. Got it?"
He didn't answer for a few seconds, then said resignedly, "Yessir. I've got it. You're the boss."
I slapped his cheek lightly and said, "Damn right, little bitch. See to it that you remember that."
Well, whether to prove to me that he would do what I wanted or he wanted the cowboy bad or he just didn't want to be a kid's bitch for the night, he was incredibly positive and persuasive on the phone. Hell, if I hadn't've known better, I'd've thought the one thing he wanted most in the world was to get that boy over here and share me with him! Afterwards, I told him he could call the cowboy, who wanted to come over then and there. I told him to tell the cowboy five oclock and we'd get started a little early.
Hungryass had brought some porn, so I decided to get my boy primed for the evening. I told him to put the DVD in the player by the TV and get it started, then to get up on the bed and prop himself up with a pillow between him and the headboard so he was in a comfortable position to watch the porn. I tied his arms to the legs of the bed by the headboard with some pieces of cloth rope I'd brought-not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that he wouldn't be going anywhere.
I picked up one of my bandanas and went into the bathroom. I held it over the toilet and pissed into it, getting it good and soaked. Then, I came out and said, "I'm going to go run some errands, Hungryass, and I'm leaving you here to get good and ready to bitch for the crowd tonight." With that, I put the piss-soaked rag in his mouth, shoving in as much as I could get in, and then tied it in place with another bandana. "Enjoy the show, baby." And I walked out.
I got back about 4:30 to find my bitch on the bed, dick hard as a rock and slimy from his own precum, streaks of dried piss on his neck and chest-a neck that showed two very nice love bites on either side, btw. I untied the gag and took the soggy rag out of his mouth. He worked his tongue in distaste, the way you do when you've had something in your mouth you didn't like the taste of.
"Don't say a word, bitch" I warned him. "Now, who's the top?"
"You are, sir," and he even answered respectfully.
"And how will you serve me, boy?"
"However you want sir. I will do what you say, when you say it. I won't question you, and I will not be pissy about anything you tell me to do."
Those were good answers, so I untied one hand from the bed frame and told him to untie his other hand and go clean up, then present himself to me for another whipping. When he came back in he knelt down at my feet, and I made him suck me again. His hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick, licking it up and down as it plumped up in his mouth. He was doing a really hot number on my prick, when I pushed his face off. "Bed," I ordered him. He knew what was coming so he got on face down and spread his arms and legs wide. I tied his wrists to the bedframe again and got my belt.
"Now," SWAT "little bitch" SWAT "you will fucking do" SWAT "what I tell you tonight" SWAT " when I tell you to do it" SWAT "with no backtalk." SWAT "Is that clear?" SWAT SWAT
"Yessir. I'm sorry about the bar last night sir. I promise it won't happen again. I'll be good for you, I swear."
SWAT "You'd better fucking mean that," SWAT "bitch." SWAT "You'd better fucking mean that." For my final stroke, I lashed him hard on the ass with my belt-no swat this time, but a real belting. He screamed a little on the last one. I walked around the bed afterward so he could see me. Tears were in his eyes and he was panting a little, whether in excitement or fear, I couldn't tell.
"Do you need to be whipped any more, little bitch, or did I finally get your attention?"
"I understand you completely, sir. I am your bitch. You own me. I will do what you tell me, when you tell me, and I will not complain or be pissy about anything you tell me to do all night."
"Good. See to it that you keep those promises, boy. If you don't, I'll give you another whipping with every stroke like that last one. Got it?"
"Yessir," he half whispered. I untied him and cuddled him in my arms.
"Hungryass, you're my bitch. I do own you til you go back home. I will take care of you and help you get what you want out of this trip. I let you have the cowboy tonight, didn't I?" He kinda grinned at that. "But in return, you will fucking behave for me. If you can't do that, I'm outa here. I am not putting up with a bottom who says he's my bitch, but then won't obey me. Got it?"
He looked a little panicked at that. "Please don't leave, sir. Please stay. I'll be good, I swear."
I kissed his mouth gently while I still cuddled him. He opened his mouth for me and I started running my tongue all in and around that hot sexy cave that felt so good every time I sank my cock in it. He moaned as I raped his mouth with my tongue. I finally pulled back and glanced down. His dick was hard and sticking straight out. "Be good, little bitch. Be good." And I kissed him gently on the lips. I pulled back a bit and nibbled his lower lip between my teeth, then ran my tongue over his lips. His mouth opened partway, and he moaned softly. I took his lower lip gently between my teeth and nibbled some more. The next time I ran my tongue over his lips, I tasted something salty, so I knew I'd drawn blood from my little bitch. I leaned in and kissed him again, then told him to get out of my lap.
I got up and rummaged in my bag for a tube of benzocaine cream I'd brought with me. I whip a bitch when he needs it, as long and as often as he needs it. But once he's got the point, if he's contrite enough, I'll smooth something on his ass to make it feel better. I made him lie face down again, and he'd obviously learned his lesson, because he promptly lay down without complaining even though he must have thought I was going to whip him again. Instead, I rubbed the numbing cream on his ass, especially on the dark red mark left by that last belt lash. He squealed, either in pleasure at feeling my hands instead of the belt on his ass or because the cream was unexpectedly cold on his warm ass.
"Thank you, sir." And he paused. "You're really awfully good to me, sir. I'm sorry I've been a shit. I'll behave tonight."
"I know you will, little bitch. If I didn't think that, it would be my belt back on your ass instead of this soothing cream."
"Yessir."
It was almost five oclock by this time, so I got up and put my jeans on, leaving my shirt off. Hungryass, of course, stayed naked. The porn was still playing in the background, and I was looking through the fridge for something to drink, when there was a knock at the door. I pointed to the door and snapped my fingers. My little bitch jumped up and opened the door (without looking through the peephole-he was lucky it was the cowboy!). The cowboy gave a typical "Howdy!" and then did a double-take when he saw that hot naked body in front of him. "Holy fuck!" he said and stepped in. Hungryass stepped around him and closed the door. The cowboy grabbed Hungryass up in a big hug and slapped his ass, not realizing, I guess, how red and sensitive it was. The boy yelped, and the cowboy let go, looking surprised.
I spoke up. "He got a whipping today for being a pissy little bitch last night." The cowboy looked surprised. Apparently, he didn't realize Hungryass was my bitch. "It's OK, I think he learned his lesson and will be very eager to please tonight. Right, boy?"
"Oh yes, sir!"
"Go to work on the cowboy, bitch." Hungryass reached up for the cowboy's belt, unbuckled it, and unzipped his pants. He knelt down and pulled out a nice cowboy cock and held it in his hand, then started to suck it. The cowboy quickly got into the spirit of the thing and put his hands on Hungryass's head, guiding his mouth up and down the rapidly hardening cock.
After a few minutes of guiding the bitch's head up and down his cock, the cowboy took off his shirt while Hungryass's mouth continued to slide up and down his fat dick. The cowboy had a nice chest, and I came up behind him, pushing my crotch into his ass and rubbing those firm pecs, tweaking his nips. Apparently his nips were really sensitive because he would moan a little every time I pinched his nipples. I timed it so I was pinching while I thrust my crotch into his half-naked ass, and the triple-teaming he was getting, me on his nips and ass and hungryass on his dick, was doing a good job of getting this cowboy reduced to a quivering pile of lust.
I reached around and turned the cowboy's head around and started kissing him. He opened his mouth right up, and our tongues started dueling for dominance. In and out of each other's mouth we plunged, tongue muscles wrestling with each other, taking a pass at swabbing out the inside of the other's mouth before going back to fencing with each other.
Hungryass was my secret weapon in this, of course, since the sensations he was providing with his hot, wet mouth on the cowboy's dick finally made the cowboy pull his head back and groan. I smirked at him when he opened his eyes again, and he grinned before he closed them back and turned his head back around. Hungryass was still sucking dick like a starving man going after dinner. Up and down, now licking the head, now impaling his pussy face on the cowboy's throbber, sniffing the dude's pubes with his dick down his throat.
I went back to humping the cowboy and playing with his tits, which judging by the noise the guy was making just made his blowjob incredibly hotter. Cowboy must have been one of those guys whose nipples are hardwired to their dick. But this time, while I twisted the dude's tits, making his upper body writhe in my hands while I humped his ass, I buried my face in along the side of his neck and started sucking and nibbling the skin there. He didn't even stop groaning while I marked him. I think he was too lost in lust to know what the fuck was going on. But while you can explain away hickeys on the front of your neck, a love bite on the back pretty well means you were the bitch! And although he wasn't yet, well, the night was young-hell, it wasn't even night yet...
I thought about pulling my jeans off, but decided not to rush things and just opened them up so my hard cock could fit better in the cleft of that cowboy ass. Once I'd gotten my dick nicely positioned, I put my hands around his front again, rubbing his abs and his pecs. I moved one hand back to his nips but moved the other all around his face. One time when Hungryass must've done something really special to his dick, the cowboy opened his mouth wide to moan, and I slipped my index finger in his mouth. He immediately started sucking on it, which was hot as fuck. Plus it told me I was not likely to have a lot of trouble owning his cowboy ass later that night.
I looked around and saw Hungryass's fingers gently playing with the cowboy's balls, lifting the sack and fingering the nuts inside. Then he'd put the sack down and run his fingertips all over the inside of the cowboy's thighs, all the while working his mouth up and down the shaft of that cowboy cock. It wasn't long before all this took its toll, and the cowboy started thrusting his hips into Hungryass's face, just like he was slamming a cunt. I pulled my finger out of the cowboy's mouth to use both hands on his nipples, and he grabbed Hungryass's head with both hands and started fucking his face like a madman, short, fast strokes in and out of my bitch's mouth. At this point, I was humping the cowboy, playing with his nipples. Hungryass was getting his face fucked like it was a cunt and was jacking his own hard bitch dick at the same time. It couldn't last. The cowboy gave a loud groan and pulled Hungryass's mouth down on his cock and just held it there, while he groaned, "Shit, I'm cumming! Take my load you fucking cocksucker! Take my seed down your throat you fucking bitch. Fuuuuuck!"