Robby was not a happy camper! He had had a rough week. On Monday his wife told him she wanted a trial separation. The cocksucking faggot still insisted to me that he loved her. He told me this while his mouth was stuffed with my fat dick. Sometimes it's difficult for me to understand what he is trying to say when his mouth is full of cock, but I like to keep something in it for him to suck on most of the time. He looks so cute when his face is full of fuckmeat. He still has that innocent preppie boyish face that he had in high school and college.
On Tuesday, he was warned that his work was slipping of late...probably because he has been sucking so much dick and taking it up the ass every night after work. I also have him sucking off Pete a dude who works in the same building every day at lunch. Pete doesn't like the arrangement, but what the fuck do I care. A little leverage works wonders.
Pete is now forbidden to wear underwear in the office, and I love how his big fat dick pushes out the front of his suit trousers. I stop by some times just to have a look at my boys and to make sure they comply with all instructions. Pete is big and hunky, whereas my main boy Robby is five foot ten and lean and youthful looking.
On Wednesday, I made Robby dance in a see through mesh thong at a local gay bar. He does this once or twice a week...just to keep him humble. You can imagine how he hates being on display in front of a crowd of cheering, half buzzed horny gay dudes. Each week, I try to find a more revealing obscene thong for him to wear. On Thursday, I took Robby to his first gay sauna, Steamworks! It's not the cleanest sauna in town, but certainly the raunchiest. Dudes of all ages, sizes and looks prowl the halls wearing only towels, looking like wild animals in heat. Well, they all wore towels except for Robby. I told Robby that I thought it would be more fun if he walked the halls totally naked with his big dick swinging. He soon picked up quite an entourage. I took our boy Rob into a corner and told him, "Okay my dear young man, masturbate your dick hard for me!"
"I can't, Sir. Not here in the halls. There are men everywhere." He looked so cute with a slight coating of glistening sweat on his body and a bead of sweat hanging off his darling nose. His dark hair was getting slick and curly from the heat and moisture.
"First of all, I don't like it when you contradict me, you know that. You'll be punished for that. Second, don't you think the nice gentlemen who come here would like to see what your fuckmeat looks like when it is big and hard? After all, you have not shot a load in over a week now. I could have had you parade around here in your cockcage, but that would be even more embarrassing. Now get your fucker nice and hard so we can show the men what you've got." I patted him on the smooth young chest and pinched one of his pouty nipples.
We had been working on his nipples lately, and they now stood out much more prominently than before. Good fat titties on my little humiliation stud.
Robby started to beat his meat. I stepped back so the dudes lurking in the halls could see. A couple of old trolls stepped right up to watch the boy.
"You need some help with that?" one of them asked. He looked like something out of the tv show "The Sopranos." Even the gravel rough voice he had fit the image.
Robby faked a smile. "No thank you Sir, I'm all right." Robby was furiously pumping his fat dick, trying to get it hard, but the pressure of the situation was keeping him flaccid.
"Looks to me like you need some help!" Gravel Voice said again.
"Robby..." I said quietly. "The nice man has offered to help you. Why not let him help?"
"No...I..." Robby's face said it all. He looked terrified and slightly disgusted. Three more men had gathered to watch, one hot young dude that I would not have minded shoving my dick into.
"Robby...let the man help you!" Robby froze with his eyes on me. He released his own hand from his now chunky, elongated but still semi-soft fucker. He stepped toward the hairy, bald, short, squat troll. The old guy looked over at me.
"He belong to you or something?" He growled at me.
I slowly nodded my head. "Or something." The old fart reached out one gnarly hand and encircled Robby's beautiful young dick. The dick that had not fucked his wife now in almost two months. Would Robby ever get to fuck his wife again? Would Robby ever get to fuck any cunt again? It all depended on my whims. Personally I thought his handsome fucker was far too beautiful to shove it in a cunt. I much preferred it in a dick cage, or a posing pouch, or a thong, or swinging loose and leaking for all to see. He of course had a different opinion, not that his opinion mattered any more. He was so mesmerized by me that he would do any fucking thing I told him to. Have you ever had a faggot so gone on you, that he simply could not resist any command you gave him? Oh, he whimpers and cries with each new indignity I heap upon him, but he still obeys. It fulfills something in him that he has not experienced with anyone else in his young life.
You see, my thing is humiliation. I get off on it. Humiliating others. Oh not just humiliating people in daily life...I'm not a bully or a brute. No, no. I'm talking about sexual humiliation and degradation. My bag is to find a supposedly "straight" young man with submissive tendencies and go to work on him. I bring out the 'best' in him...his weaknesses...his need to service a real man. I introduce him not only to cocksucking and ass fucking, but to every twisted deviation I can design, and the more he suffers and grovels, the more I get off on it. And
the more HE GETS OFF ON IT TOO. Robby now needed the abuse, he lived for it. He protested he hated it, but he needed it. He even risked his job and wife to have it.
At work, I now made him wear trousers that were much too small and tight for him, so that his dickcage enclosed fuckmeat and ballsack clearly showed. Wearing the dickcage all day at work, his cock sometimes leaked and so a pre-fuck stain often formed on the crotch of his suit pants. You can imagine how embarrassing that was for him. And don't think people around the office didn't notice. He has lost more than a few friends there, but that's a good thing. The fewer friends he has, the more he can concentrate on pleasing me by
degrading himself in public. For example, I'll take him to the mall and make him dress in a pair of thong sandals, cut off jeans cut so high his ass cheeks hang out, and a pink tee shirt saying "FAGGOT" on it. I like to make him hang around the food court when hangs to young teenage boys are there. Their insults and slurs make Randy cry, but they provide no end of pleasure. It also helps the teenagers develop a healthy attitude toward weaklings. Sometimes Randy gets so upset that he physically trembles.
So, here we were in the sauna with baldy frigging my boy's fuckmeat. Everyone wore towels except him. The fronts of more than a few towels stood out with erections. Robby stood there with his hands clenched into fists, like he wanted to hit someone. His toes curled on the cold tiled floor. The short squat older man pumped Robby's fucker until it stood out strong and thick and erect and dripping dick leak.
"That's enough," I said. "We don't want Robby to cum." Now I led my boy out into the sauna proper...into the main lounge room. He had to walk totally naked with a fierce hard on into a group of over forty men. Some guys whistled. Some applauded. All gazed with hunger because Robby is no slouch when it comes to looks.
"Can't we please, please go home?" Robby whined to me.
"Go home, Robby? We just got here." With one hand on Robby's naked shoulder, I steered him through the gaping crowd. Robby knew better than to dare cover himself. His fat fucker swayed and bounced and his ample balls swung from side to side. When we reached the center of the space, I turned to the crowd of horny leering men.
"This is Robby. Robby will be sucking dick in room 212 for the next four hours." I took Robby to room 212 and put him to work. I insisted that he give an expert blow job to every guy who came through the door. After three hours and forty-two men, I lost count. Some guys came back twice. Robby puked cum onto the floor twice, and of course I made him lick it up.
He was presented with every possible kind of dick to suck; brown, black, white, pink, large, small, curved, twisted, thick, thin, cut and uncut. Eventually cum ran from his slack lips and down over his chest, and his clients had to hold him by the ears and simply fuck his face like it was a sloppy pussy. It's like after a time, his eyes and mind glazed over and he just became a sucking receptacle, a dick dump! He knelt in a puddle of cum and spit and snot. His mouth made loud slurping noises as he sucked one dick after another. After four hours he was a worn out mess...and I had not even taken him into the Dark Room yet to get ass fucked. Yes sir, our boy Robby was getting the full treatment. He would never be the same again.
And here it was Friday night. What fun and games had I devised for Robby on Friday? Well, to start with, he was terribly unhappy with his costume. He wore thigh high black mesh stockings and five inch high heels. He wore a black lacy bra. And best of all, a black silk ribbon tied around his naked dick and balls. His nervous shaking had never been so prominent.
"Do I have to dress this way? Oh God, please don't make me. Where are we? Who's going to be out there?"
"Yes, you have to dress this way. You look really pretty Robby, especially with your totally shaved body and groin. Out there...some men you don't know, and some you do. I have invited some of your old jock buddies from high school, and some of your college frat brothers, and some guys from your work. Pete is out there to give you moral support."
He looked at me, his big eyes wide with innocence and fear. "What am I going to have to do?" He stammered.
"We're going to play a game of 'Truth or Consequences.' I am going to ask you questions about your sex life and your fantasies and you are going to answer them honestly. We are going to hook you up to a lie detector, so everyone can tell when you are lying. We are going to probe the deepest darkest secrets of Robby's life. For example. Some of your hold high school jock buddies are going to be out there. I'm going to ask you if you ever had any fantasies when you were in high school of sucking their dicks!"
Robby's legs gave way. He fell to his knees. "Oh, God, you can't do that. I never...they...what will they think of me?"
I hauled my boy back up onto his precarious high heels. "They'll learn about the real you. The You that I know is inside of you, and the you that I am going to expose to the whole world!"