Robby was on his knees between my legs cleaning my dick with his tongue. I had just thrown a good hard morning fuck into his ass. He was very diligent about cleaning my dirty spent fuckmeat. And why not, it was part of his job. I had been kind enough to blast my sperm up his asshole/cunt, and the least a submissive faggot can do is clean his ass residue off the dick that fucked him. I sat on the edge of the bed, sipping some water, looking down ad the handsome young man, as Robby sniffed then licked the now deflated dick from root to tip, lovingly swiping his tongue around each wrinkle of cock flesh. Now and then, a bit of fuck leaked from the pisshole, and my boy carefully licked that up with the tip of his tongue. His eyes were only on my dick and balls. He pretty much lived for my fuckmeat and scrotum.
"You've got a big day ahead of you, today Robby. Your little brother is bringing most of the high school football team over for you to suck off! There should be at least fifteen or sixteen young horny dudes whose fat teenage dicks need a really good sucking. He tried to get every guy on the team, but some of the kids were a bit hesitant or morally offended by the idea of a faggot swinging on their dicks! Oh well, it's there loss. right? Now I want you to treat these young men right. Most of them have never had a cocksucker work on them. Some of these boys, the slow learners, have probably never even had sex at all yet. So you give each boy the whole treatment. You lick their dicks and balls and do a real good job on their young assholes! I told B.D. to bring them right over after football practice and to tell them not to shower or anything...so you will have some really rank smells and tastes to deal with. You'd better offer to take care of their armpits and feet as well...although some of the dudes may be too shy.
"I must say, D.B. was really impressed when you sucked him off the other day. He had no idea his own older brother, whom he had idolized most of his young life, was such a proficient dick sucker! How did your little brother's dick taste? Delicious I bet. I hope he didn't beat your ballsack too hard...he lad a lot of stored up anger to get out. They've pretty much turned back to their real color and the swelling has gone down. I am convinced that your relationship with your brother will be much more honest from this point on. He is really enthused not only about continuing to use your mouth to relieve his cum filled young nuts, but to share you with his buddies at the high school. He feels he is somehow getting retribution for you betraying him and lying to him all these years. And just think, Robby, if today is a success, each of these high school dudes might have ten or fifteen other friends to recommend. You could be sucking off half the kids in this town before long." I saw him tremble as he continued to lick my dick clean. He worked slowly and thoroughly, knowing that if my fucker wasn't spotlessly clean, he would be punished. He had visions of having to suck one thick young teenage dick after another all day long...cock after cock after cock! And to tell the truth, that was kind of my plan. If even fifteen young horny studs showed up for the initial suck session, and then if each of them told even two friends...that might be forty-five boys that Robby would have to take care of with his mouth in the weeks to come. The first time Robby had sucked his little brother, D.B.had blown his load almost at once. He was actually so excited about jizzing in his older brother's mouth, that he just couldnt' control his young fuckmeat. But we rested a bit, during which time he beat up his older brother under my supervision, and then the kid was horny as hell all over again.
"Robby, are you HAPPY?" I asked suddenly. Robby's licking ceased. He slowly looked up at me. Usually I demanded that his eyes stay on my fuckmeat, but on this occasion, I let him look into my eyes. He said nothing. He just looked up at me, his cute lower lips trembling. "Are you happy, Robby? You've lost your wife, you've lost your job, you've lost most of your friends...well all of your friends, actually. Some of your family, those who know about you, have rejected you and are disgusted by you. And yet, you go on, following my orders to do the most degrading, humiliating things. You are hooked like a dug addict or a cigarette smoker is hooked. Even though what we do, strips you of almost all humanity and dignity...you continue. So I ask you...ARE YOU HAPPY? "
Usually I demanded immediate, concise answers. This time I waited. I must have waited two or three minutes. I could see him trying to form the words, trying to put the muddled thoughts into some kind of co-he rent sense. He was so damned good looking...a perfect young business man. Small of body, youthful face, well proportioned and in great shape. He blinked a few times and tears filled his eyes. He wanted to give me a thorough, honest answer.
"Not...not happy exactly, Sir. I mean, I feel terrible about losing my wife and friends and having my brother hate me. Having people lose all respect for me is the worst thing. Knowing that they think of me as some kind of sick animal is almost unbearable at times. And yet...yet...that is what sexually excites me. You Sir, have brought out more of the real me than anything or anyone in my whole life. I feel real, authentic when I am serving you. I feel somehow at home...safe, even...when I am serving you. It is almost like I have been saved by my subjugation. And that too, is a kind of happiness, a different kind than what most people want, I guess." He saw a spot of ass slime still on my dick, under the cock head, and he plunged his face down and licked it off. My fucker wobbled and began to half-harden.
"After your session with the high school boys this afternoon, we have to get you over to the Black Diamond Club." The Black Diamond Club was where Robby currently worked, cleaning the toilets. It was a pretty scuzzy bar that catered to rough black clientele. By morning, the toilets were caked with urine, cum, snot, spit, and God knows what else. Robby's job had been to clean the toilets thoroughly each day, so they were shiny bright by opening time. His cleaning tools consisted of a tooth brush, some cleanser, and a pail of water. But about a week ago, Tyrone, the bar owner found some dried piss in the cracks between some of the tiles, so now Robby had to clean the toilets with only his tongue! This was not an easy task at all. I did allow him some cleanser, but that seemed to irritate his tongue, so he used very little of it. He could stick his head into the toilets to lap up water. Some of the brothers who came in for an early drink, caught Robby on the job and thought it was hysterical. So Tyrone had the idea to keep him around at night, licking the filthy bathrooms clean, while guys came in to piss and shit and do drugs and have sex or whatever. Of course Robby often had other duties in the evening...duties for me and my friends...but on his "free" nights, I allowed him to work at the Black Diamond Club.
On this particular evening, Robby had special duty at the club. It was another one of Tyrone's gimmicks to bring in more customers. His genius idea was to chain Robby on the floor next to the urinals with a sign around his neck. The sign would read..."URINALS BROKEN, PISS HERE!" That's right. Robby was to serve as the piss trough for the evening! How fun. He sobbed of course that he couldn't possibly drink that much piss...he said seventy or eighty guys might be pissing in his mouth! I pointed out to him, that this was a great community service he was performing. Many of these young black dudes bore some deep seated resentment against the white race. In this way, by pissing in Robby's mouth, they could relieve some of their anger! After every twenty or thirty guys pissed in his mouth, Robby could puke it up into the toilet if he had to...but he had to swallow all the piss presented to him. The black dudes had the choice of just pissing into his open mouth, or of actually sticking their dicks into his mouth. Imagine how fucking popular Robby would be! this could lead to all kinds of fun future games. After the bar closed for the night, Robby stayed on, sucking the dicks of Tyrone and his best customers...a kind of After Hours Party for twenty or so of the "regulars." With my permission, they could also fuck Robby's asshole! Wanting to improve race relations, I was very gracious with my permission. On the nights he worked after hours, Robby's asshole was usually pretty fucking stretched and ruined by daylight. Because Robby could only stand this three or so nights a week, I had plans to install my other boy Pete at the bar on the other nights. Pete wasn't quite ready for this kind of hard action yet, but soon would be. I have to say, these young black bucks were some mean, rough fuckers all right. I often wondered if they fucked their female bitches this way. They fucked like they wanted to fucking destroy the hole! They fucked with a vengeance! And my Lord, were their dicks humongous! Awesome black sausages hanging almost to their knees. At first I was doubtful Robby could take them...but he did a great job, once he relaxed into it. And the black boys spit on his face while they fucked him...huge gobs of spit. And some blew their noses in his mouth. And Robby took it all, and with each fuck...he seemed to accept more and more what he needed to be! He seemed "happy!" through his tears and his moans and his grunts and groans...he seemed "happy!"