Pete was upset again. Here was this masculine, muscular, good looking young dude, and lately more often than not, he was reduced to tears by the slightest thing. So say his nerves were shattered would be putting it mildly. He simply couldn't handle the fun little degradations that I heaped upon him daily. Today was no exception. He was dressing for work. Pete was, as you know an up and coming young businessman who worked for a company with no little prestige. And the boy had just learned that he was to be promoted! Hooray for Pete! He was to have a meeting with one of his big bosses that very morning. Pete looked very handsome in his expensive suit and power tie. To tell the truth, his dick did bulge out a bit too much in the crotch of the suit trousers. That was because I forbade him to wear any underwear. He had to go commando underneath the perfectly cut suit pants. If you looked carefully you could easily discern the thick tube of his chunky fuckmeat and the hang of his low slung nuts.
I had been working on his nutsack for the last few weeks, and even though it had always had a nice heft and hang to it, the nuggets now swung heavily in the bottom of a stretched flesh sack. Daily scrotal stretching had begun to show beautiful results. Soon, his fucksack would hang halfway down to his knees. Pete pretended to be mortified by his new scrotum, but I know that he was secretly proud of it. I made him parade around the locker room at the gym with his ball sack swinging for all to see. The men at the gym were now all pretty much convinced that he was a sick perverted faggot. I made him take a shit at the gym with the stall door wide open. I had ordered him to grunt hard each time he dropped a turd. It embarrassed the hell out of him, but was great fun for me. I made him piss standing far back from the urinal and not touching his fat dick, so other guys could easily see his pissing fucker. So understandably, he developed the reputation of being a pervert. As time went on, I devised other little humiliations for him to perform in front of the men at the gym. I had him walk naked to the sink to shave his balls while he also sucked on the pouch of his dirty jock strap. I continued to make him ask for help in shaving his asshole. Some of the dudes at the gym got a kick out of humoring the "fucking pansy!" Pete grew more and more sullen and guarded. He seemed to be terrified of even seeing me, for fear of what kind of new game we would play.
I now had both Pete and Robby sucking off a gang of high school boys at my house almost every afternoon. Once word got out about the "cocksuckers," the number of teenage boys who wanted to unload their nuts increased to an almost uncontrollable size. Robby's brother brought over the whole football team, but then, each of them contacted three or four friends, and soon my house was teeming with horny teen boys. I needed to provide them with something to drink while they were waiting for their dicks to be sucked, so I took a larger chunk of Pete' weekly salary to purchase soda, beer and some hard liquor to keep the boys stimulated. I had started to make Pete turn his paycheck over to me. Was trouble brewing between Pete and his wife? You bet. Just like in Robby's case, the marriage was going quickly down the drain, as Pete fell prisoner to his submissive nature. Part of me always felt sorry for the women in the lives of these naturally submissive cocksuckers. Sure, I had helped them to release what had been trapped inside of them for years, but it wasn't really fair to the women who loved them.
The poor girls had married closet faggots without knowing it.
Robby and Pete, both totally naked of course and often wearing cock cages on their meat and dildos up their asses, would crawl from teenage boy to teenage boy begging to be allowed to suck that handsome dripping teen fuckmeat! The boys got off on this, as did I, and truth be told, so did Robby and Pete. Some of these boys had never had a blow job before, while others had had the half-hearted kind that teenage cunts give their boyfriends. So they were amazed at the talents of Robby and Pete. I say in all modesty, that I am an excellent teacher in this respect. I can teach a faggot how to give a first class suck job! Robby and Pete also pleased the boys by licking their balls and asses. What teenage boy...what male for that matter, doesn't totally go to heaven when getting his ass sucked? Robby and Pete had also become first class ass lickers and suckers. they knew how to suck the ass lips of a Man, while at the same time thrusting their tongues deep into the dude's rectum. It's an ART believe me. And what a thrill. To think of two handsome young faggots actually sucking on the asses of scads of teenage boys, one after the other! Spreading the smooth young ass cheeks of the teens, and then sliding their tongues up and down the sweaty ass cracks. Remember, I urged these boys to not shower after football practice, but to allow the faggots to clean the rank sports sweat from their assholes, balls, pits, and dicks. And of course, many teenage boys are not too clean down there to begin with. They can't grasp the concept of totally cleaning out the inside of their assholes, so why not let two cute faggots do a thorough job for them?
Robby and Pete protested like hell at first of course, and I decided to bring them around by allowing the youths to use them as punching bags. That was a hoot to watch, and you should have seen how the teenagers got into the whole thing. It was now not unusual to see twenty or twenty-five horny teenage boys lolling around my home, which was a visual delight for me of course, waiting their turn while two exuberant teens actually sat down on the faces of Robby and Pete to have their dirty little asses sucked and licked clean.
Robby's little brother really got off on seeing his bro worked over by the other boys. He never got tired of watching the abuse. In fact, it was B.D. who first suggested that maybe some of the teens wanted to take a piss on Robby and Pete. So, we sometimes moved the party into the bathroom or down into the basement. I mean twenty teen boys each having to piss can fill up a bathtub in no time. I'd then have Robby and Pete romp in it together, ordering them to take mouthfuls of piss and then kiss and pass the piss back and forth. I captured it all on camera of course. After a few weeks, however, I did grow tired to having my home filled with cock dripping teen boy jocks all the time, so I scaled down the parties to once or twice a week. That also left time for me to pursue other activities with Robby and Pete. You see, when your game is sexual humiliation, after you have broken a boy by making him accept a certain filthy act, then you need to move on to degrade him in a new way.
So, today was the day Pete was to meet with his big boss and then several other members high up in the company to chat about promotion. Pete looked very handsome. Yes, I was making him wear hand made white shirts that not only showed off his muscular development, but also the brown of his nipples through the material, and yes, the trousers hugged his ass so snugly that they seemed to ride up a bit into the crack, but on the whole, he looked like a European fashion model. He really wanted this promotion. He had recently been talking to me about how if he got the promotion, he could give his wife a really nice settlement if they had to get divorced. Oh yes, he was coming to the realization that his recent marriage may have been a mistake, because he was truly destined to be the fucktoy of a real Man. I am certain there any number of closet faggots out there who understand what I am writing about. they may be straight or gay, but even though they are in a loving relationship, they secretly yearn to be sexually abused by a real Master...a Master who will drag them through filth and self-degradation. They will crave this most of their lives. Alas, few will have the chance or the courage to make their dreams come true.
"So what do you think, Pete? Which photo of you sucking teenage dick shall I send to your boss and your co-workers?" That stopped him in his tracks. When he was freaked out, Pete got this sweet, dumb, country boy look on his face. It was as if he were trying to process what he just heard.
"You're not going to send....oh God...no....you wouldn't do that? Not that? You wouldn't."
I laughed. "I wouldn't? Look what happened to Robby. He was the smashing young executive at his company until I interfered. Now he lick toilets clean at a couple of the gay bars around town. That's his new job. I'm thinking of a new profession for you. How about washing the dirty stinking jock straps of athletes by sucking them clean? it doesn't pay much, but you don't need much any more, right?"
Dressed in his expensive new suit, he fell to his knees in front of me. "Please! I want to have enough money for Angie. I want to take care of my wife if I have to leave her. I want..." his voice trailed off. He knew by now that is was useless to beg me. I would do exactly as I pleased. His beautiful eyes filled with tears. That was how I most loved to see them.
"I...I really love my job. I..." He shook his handsome head and wrung his hands.
"All right, Pete, I'll make a deal with you. I won't send these pics out and ruin your chances of advancement. I won't do that, if you do something in exchange for me."
He licked his lips. God he looked so hot, I wanted to fuck his ass right there on the carpet. I wanted his young hole up and open for me twenty-four hours a day. Pete was by now and expert dick sucker as I said, but he was still pretty much a novice at getting ass fucked. We sill had a lot of work to do on his hole!
"What do you want me to do, Sir?" I loved it when he so so humble and respectful.
"You have until Friday evening to seduce, suck and get fucked in the ass by one of your co-workers.!" I watched his eyes grow wide. A single tear rolled down his cheek. "I want you to pick one of the men you work with, one of your buddies or workmates. You can choose. But by Friday night, you get him to fuck your ass, and you suck his dick. And I want it done at a hotel in which I will have cameras to record the whole thing. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
THINK FOR A MOMENT, YOU READING THIS ACCOUNT, WHAT IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE OF YOUR CO-WORKERS TO SEDUCE IN A WEEK. WHO WOULD IT BE? WHOSE DICK WOULD YOU SUCK. WHO WOULD YOU ALLOW TO RAM HIS DICK UP YOUR ASS? Pete had his work cut out for him.