Okay, that is done... Sorry been so long, guys -- had to deal with real life for while. Got everything back on track though, and I hope to post new section each week or two til this is done. I welcome all suggestions and "wish lists" for future scenes, as well as constructive criticism.
Okay, back to the show...
As he settled back into watching the TV, I slowly moved down to his feet and began to kiss them. For a moment I was disgusted with myself -- a grown man groveling at the feet of a 17yo, totally submitting in my own house, allowing myself to become a fucking bitch! But even as I thought this I again noticed the lines of his feet, seeing the arches and the small hairs on his toes... and I again became fascinated by them. Something about this kid made me helpless and weak, and I just could not fight it!!!
I lifted his right foot and began to kiss and lick it all over. I sucked on the toes, feeling each hair and fold of the knuckles. And I got lost -- that is all I can say, because I kept it up for a good half an hour. I finally came back to reality as Matt laughed, looking down at me. A small pool of saliva had formed under his foot, and I still kept going. "Dude, you are fucking pathetic, you know that? I mean, here you are, some hotshot business man -- and a kinda hot looking one at that -- and you are sucking on my foot like a baby nursing his mamma's titty."
As he said this, he used the other foot to shove me back away from him, making me whimper slightly, which only mad ehim laugh more. He then saw my cock, which was ramrod straight, and the head was glistening with my pre-cum all over it. "Jesus, boy, look at you. Who knew all ya needed was a jock stud like me to show ya your proper place, huh?" He stood up, and walked towards the stairs. I stayed, looking confused -- what was I supposed to do? The answer to that was a quick hand clap and a "C'mon, boy, up to the bedroom... but your ass better be on all fours like my bitch the whole way!" This last caught me as I had started to stand, and I dropped back down to my knees. He could not really expect me to crawl like a dog, could he? As I tried to figure a way around it, he looked back at me and sort of coughed -- letting me know he had seen the hesitation.
A small sob came from me even as I began to move, on all fours, after the master of the house. He laughed as I followed him up the stairs to the second floor, struggling to keep up with him. After banging my knees on the hard wood over and over, I finally got the rhythm down, so I managed to do the "four-legged" walk without causing any further bruises. But apparently the amount of time it took was...
"Fucking faggot dog, get up here NOW!!!" I scurried forward on all fours, afraid to stand but knowing I had to hurry to him. I went into my... HIS... room, and found him laying on the bed, his naked body stretched out, completely on display. And I have to admit, the sight made my dick throb!!!
Matt is just under six feet tall (the only thing at which I beat him -- being six foot two inches), smooth bodied except a small patch of hair between his pecs and a trimmed bush around his cock and balls. Tanned everywhere except where he wears the shorts to tan, with shaggy dirty blonde hair, and piercing green eyes. His well-toned body was a fucking work of art, I swear -- he could be the next pinup for all the girls to lust after. And that smile... he knew he had a hold on me, and his grin told me he loved knowing his power over me.
"Okay, little bitch, time to earn your keep for real," he said, and he pointed to the spot between his spread legs. I knew what he wanted, and I whined. Yes, I swear to god, a real whine, like the dog he was treating me like. He glanced at me, a sort of amused but questioning look on his face. "Please, Ma... Sir. I am not gay -- I am cool with you being that way, but ... I am not..."
I never got to finish the statement, and in truth am not sure what I would say if I had been able to do so. Matt boiled out of the bed, and grabbed me by the hair, slapping my face hard, two times, and shoved me onto the bed. "I did not ask what you WERE, I told where I wanted your sorry ass, and you damn well know what happens when you fucking disobey me, right? RIGHT?" He screamed the last word right in my ear, pressing his body down on me, so I felt his hard on rubbing against my back -- he was turned on by the rough way he was able to treat me. And, again, my own dick betrayed me -- I was turned on by it, too. What the FUCK...?
"I was going to let you go slow, bitch, but now... fuck being nice to you, you never deserve it, just fuck it all up." As he said this he began to pull my pants off me, yanking my underwear with them. I was just in my dress shirt from work and socks. I began to thrash, yelling at him, begging him to stop, which made him laugh. He pushed off me, and for a second I thought he had relented. I started to turn to him, and then felt him crash back down on me, grabbing at my hands, pulling them back behind me. It was not until I felt the cloth tighten around my wrists that I realized he had just taken a moment to restrain me, to make me totally helpless. Then he pushed back off me and rolled me over, so I faced up to him.
"You just don't get it, do you, fucking piece of shit bitch? I OWN YOU!!! I OWN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!!!" As he said this he was ripping my shirt off me, exposing me almost totally. After the last shred of it was off me, he leaned back and yanked my socks off me, and then leaned up to me. "And I am tired of hearing your whiny voice!!!" He one sock into my mouth, and then stretching the other sock out, used it make a gag around my head, tying the other sock in place. I could yell all I wanted but all that got out was a gurgling noise, and that seemed to amuse Matt. "What, can't hear you, boy? You want me to play with you, show you how a proper bitch pleases its man? Sure, all you had to do was ask, my little boy-cunt!!"
Even as he said this, he rolled me back over, and pushed my legs apart. Later I would find out he liked my legs free, giving me some struggle, it made it more fun for him to have me fight him, have him shove me in place, make me suffer more. I kept trying to get away, to shove him off me, and he just laughed -- from my position, I could not get leverage to push him off me, and he used that to his advantage.
Without warning I felt his hand push into my ass-crack, and a finger stroke my hole. Instantly I froze, freaking out from the shock of it all. All I kept thinking -- screaming into the gag -- was I did not want to be fucked. Even as I was trying to beg for mercy, I felt that finger begin to push into me, without lubrication, which hurt like fucking HELL!!! Okay, a lot of you are used to being fucked, but think back to when it firs thappened -- how tight you were, and how even something as thin as a finger stretched you, and then imagine it when you were resisting it. I am sure my mind exaggerated it some, but it felt like I was being skewered (little realizing in a few minutes...).
Matt began to flex his finger inside me, loving my squirming, sometimes making little jabs to make me jump and whimper, other times lightly stroking inside me, until he found it. Okay, so I had heard about the lil nut inside each guy -- the prostate -- and how great it feels to have it toyed with like this, but until the moment he rubbed it, I had no clue... and then when he did it, I felt waves of heat go over me, and I moaned -- low at firs,t but as he chuckled and kept it up, I got louder and louder. And my dick.... Jesus, it was throbbing like I had NEVER felt it before, and my nuts were drawing up... oh my fucking god, he was literally about to finger me to orgasm!!!
I tried, I swear I did, to hold it back, to think of ANYTHING but this.... Yeah ,right!!! You know how it feels, and there is no way to fight it. He felt me tightening up around his finger and he laughed, and moved a bit faster inside me. "That's it baby, show your man you like what he is doing to you -- that you love being his whore... bust that nut, bitch!"
As he said this, he moved his finger very heavy and slow across my prostate, and I screamed -- blowing my load all over the bed beneath me. I felt like I had never cum like that before, and I am pretty sure I blacked out for a second or two -- I had thought the blow job he had given me by the pool was the best orgasm of my life, but FUUUUUUCK, this was amazing.
I slowly sank to the bed, as Matt withdrew his finger from my ass. He moved to lay beside me, and smiled at me. "See, I can be nice, boy, if you just stop being such a fucking pussy, and be... well, my pussy." He laughed a this own joke, as he moved off the bed, to the bathroom. A few moments later, he came back with a bottle of lube. "Okay, you got your fun, now it is time for me to get mine. Gonna plow your ass, now, boy... and by the time I am done, you are gonna BEG me to fill ya up every day." I looked back and saw his cunt-buster at full mast -- 10 inches hard -- and whimpered, scared it would split me in half.
How the hell could I survive this???
Okay guys, any suggestions or comments, pass `em on -- all I ask is be polite if you hate something or want to criticize me. All comments welcomed, and I try to answer everybody, but I ignore flames. Where do you want this to go? What do you want to see Matt do to poor Jayce? This has some element sof true story but 95% of it is fantasy -- the real thing was fun but never went far enough (and he was 19 at the time he broke me... maybe I will tell that story sometime).
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