Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2016 20:50:48 +0000
From: Master Gilbert <LthrCigarMstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cigar Boy, Mitch Chapter 16

All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations
and/or acts.


Cigar Boy, Chapter 16, How Mitch became Eric's Bitch

Three years ago, when I was a freshman in High School, I met Mitch.  This
is how he became my bitch...

Rick, Doug, Mitch and I hung out together all the time.  Rick and Doug were
like my brothers.  We had grown up together.  Mitch had transferred in our
freshman year and quickly became the kid that hung out around us.  Mitch
would tag along anyplace we decided to go.  He never said much at first,
and was kind of shy.  But he was always there.

Our freshman year, Rick, Doug and I tried out for the baseball team.  That
was when things got interesting.  Mitch also tried out and he was really
good.  Coach wanted him to play second base or shortstop, but he said he
would rather play outfield.  Oddly enough Rick ended up playing second base
and Doug got shortstop.  I ended up in the outfield too.  We only played
our freshman year because we made the football team our sophomore year.

But what I noticed that year while I was playing baseball was the way Mitch
acted in the locker room.  He was always really careful to stay in the
corner of the lockers.  He would never get fully undressed.  He hated
taking showers when all the guys were in there together.  I started to
suspect he was queer, but never could really nail him down.  That was until
one night when he came over and got drunk with us.

Rick, Doug and I were in the backyard that day.  We had been drinking a few
beers.  And I was smoking a cigar.  Rick and Doug would smoke sometimes if
they got drunk, but I would fire one up any chance I got.  I guess in that
regard I was just like my dad.  I was kicking back sitting on the wall with
my beer when I saw him walk through the gate.  He never seemed to look
anyone in the eye and this was no different.

"Hey guys what you doin?" Mitch said as he walked over to us.

"Just talking shit" Rick replied.

"You want a beer?" Doug said as he tossed him a can out of the cooler.

"Nah man, I'm cool." Mitch said.

"Jesus Mitch, take the fuckin beer bro." I said sort of in a huff.  Mitch
always wanted to hang around but never wanted to participate.  I was
getting tired of it; Dad used to say "either shit or get off the pot", and
it was about time for Mitch to do one or the other.

I went over to Mitch and grabbed the beer out of his hands and opened it
then handed it back to him.  I stood there and looked down at him.  Even
though we had been friends for almost a year, Mitch always shied away when
I got in his face.  He would never argue with me.  I actually tried to pick
a fight with him once and he backed down from that too.

Mitch took a slip of his beer just to appease me but I was not going to let
him off that easy.  I took a deep drag on my cigar and exhaled right in his
face.  Mitch coughed a little but never said a word.  And he also never
backed away.  He would stand there and take it and never say a word.

I took another big drag off my cigar and blew it right in his face; Rick
and Doug were just sitting there laughing their asses off.  I walked back
to where I was sitting and grabbed my beer and took a big swig.

"Are you going to drink that beer or play with it bro?" I asked Mitch.
Rick and Doug laughed and took another drink of their beers and we started
to talk among ourselves about girlfriends, school, football and other
stuff.  All the time, Mitch just stood there sipping at his beer and taking
the face full of smoke that I keep making sure he got.

I finally got tired of watching Mitch nurse on his beer and the next time
he put the beer to his lips I reached over and tipped the bottom of the can
so he got a lot more beer then he was expecting.  Rick and Doug both
stopped talking and just watched and laughed.

"Now that's how you drink a beer." I said as the guys continued to laugh.

I finished my cigar and put the butt into the ashtray.  Then I turned to
Rick and Doug and we started talking about one of the girls in our History
Class that I really wanted to nail.  All the time that I was talking to the
guys, I was looking over at Mitch and noticing how he was fidgeting and I
suddenly got the idea that Mitch was trying to hide something.  Something
like the fact that his cock was getting hard listening to me tell the guys
how bad I wanted to just bend this girl over and tear her pussy up.

Mitch had finally finished his first beer.  It took him like 30 minutes to
finish it and it took me like 1 minute to get another can out of the
cooler, open it, and put it in Mitch's hand.

"Hey guys, you want a cigar now?" I asked.

Doug said yes, Rick said he was fine, and Mitch said he did not smoke.  So
I told Mitch where in the den dad kept the cigars and told him to go get
two and to make sure he brought the cigar nipper and lighter.  He gave me a
funny look but never asked any questions and left to go into the house.  As
soon as he was in the house I stopped the guys and asked them if they had
noticed the way Mitch was behaving.

"Nah man, what are you talking about?" Doug said.

Rick chimed in with an equally unhelpful thought and so I just thought I
would let it go for now.

The guys were still talking about the girl in my History Class but at this
point I had something more immediate on my mind.  I told the guys I would
be right back.  I went into the house and went straight for the den.  There
stood Mitch with a stupid look on his face.  I could tell he wasn't sure
what to do, but he did have two cigars in his hand.

The minute he saw me he held out the two cigars.  I swiped them out of his
hand and slapped the back of his head, not hard, but hard enough to say he
fucked up.  "I told you to get the cigar nipper and lighter too man.  You
can't do anything right can you. You can't drink a beer like a man.  You
don't smoke like a man.  Do you do anything like a man?"

I really didn't mean to come off on him so hard but it just seemed natural.
The more I got onto him, the lower his head hung.  The lower his head hung,
the more I wanted to yell at him.  It was like a viscous cycle.

Before I realized even what I was doing, I had Mitch backed into a wall and
pinned with my left hand.  He wasn't even putting up a fight.  That's when
I started to realize that I was right, and had been all along.  Mitch was
either a queer or at least bi-sexual.  And that's when it hit me; I could
have my own private bitch.  If I played it just right, I bet I could have a
guy at school that would do anything I wanted.  I could get a blowjob after
school.  Hell, I could get one during lunch if I wanted it.  So I think
it's time for me to go to work and turn this bitch out.

I backed away from the wall a little, enough that Mitch could breathe
again.  Then I pointed at the table behind the sofa where dad keeps his
humidor.  "They are sitting right there.  They were right next to the box
you had to open to get the cigars out.  Is it too hard to pick them up
too?"

I waited for a response but all I got was the top of his head as he still
had not looked up.  That's when I grabbed his jaw and pulled his face up.
I kind of expected it, but I wanted to see it.  He had tears in his eyes
and you could see the tear stains on his cheeks.  "What's this man, you're
crying like a little bitch?  Is that what you are?  You're a little bitch?"

I was looking him right in the face this time and I could see him quiver.
"You didn't answer me?" I said while still looking him right in the face.

"Man don't make me say that, please.  I'm not that." Mitch tried to say but
what I heard was more like a whine out of him.

"What was that? Did you actually say something?" I was walking over to the
table where the cigar nipper and lighter were as I continued to talk to
Mitch.  Mitch on the other hand never moved off the wall.  It was almost
like I was still holding him there.  "Did you admit you're a bitch?"

"Eric, I said please don't do this to me." Mitch said as he seemed to be
getting his voice back.

I grabbed the cigar nipper and lighter off the table and returned to Mitch.
"Do what to you man?  Call you what you are, a bitch?"  As I got back over
to where Mitch was standing against the wall, I handed him the nipper and
lighter.  I then held my cigar out and waited.  Like a trained bitch, Mitch
took the nippers and opened them with his thumb and index finger and put
the nipper on the end of the cigar.  I watched as he tried to figure out
where to nip the end and after about 3 seconds, I put cigar where I liked
it to be nipped and nodded.  With a quick snip, the end was gone.

Then I brought the cigar up to my mouth and again, like he was a trained
bitch, he lit the lighter and held if there.  I was face to face with him
so each time I puffed on the cigar; Mitch got a face full of smoke.  It
took about two minutes to get the cigar completely lit and I wasn't in any
hurry.  "Face it Mitch, you're a bitch if you want to admit it or not."  I
took a chance and reached down to his crotch but it paid off because there
was a nice hard cock in his jeans.

"Tell me again how you're not a bitch?" I said blowing more smoke in his
face and squeezing his cock.  His face was beginning to light up.  It
seemed like the more abuse I gave him, the more he responded.  And the
nicer I was to him, the more he withdrew.  I had no idea what was going on
in his mind, but I knew how to take advantage of it.

I let go of his cock and put my hand on his shoulder.  I took another draw
off my cigar and filled his face with the smoke.  Then I put just the
slightest amount of pressure on his shoulder and he folded like a wet
noodle.  His face was at crotch level now and I was looking down at him.  I
waited to see what he would do.  I wondered if he would reach out for my
cock, but after about a minute of waiting, I decided to help him along.  I
put my hand on the back of his head and brought his head to my crotch.  I
started rubbing it around on the crotch of my jeans.

While I was rubbing Mitch's face around on my crotch, I heard the back
door.  I knew it wouldn't be long before Rick and Doug were in here and I
wanted them to see this.  Sure enough while I was grinding on Mitch's face,
the guys came through the door into the den and stopped dead in their
tracks.  Doug just started rubbing his crotch, but Rick was more confused I
think as to what was happening.

"Take a seat on the couch guys, I am just getting started." I told them
after a few minutes.

As I said it, Mitch immediately tried to rise up but I was having none of
that.  "They have already seen you bitch, it's too late."  I told him and
with that I could feel the fight go out of him.  He was beaten and was mine
and I was about to claim him.  I reached down undid my pants and got my
cock out.  I didn't have to tell him a thing, for the first time he did
something without having to be told.  He opened his mouth, gently sucked my
cock into his mouth using his lips and tongue, and then started to suck
cock like a fucking pro.  There is no way this was his first cock, but I
didn't care because I planned on making sure it was the cock he was going
to be sucking for the rest of his high school career.

I looked over at the couch and there was Doug, legs spread and rubbing his
cock.  He always was a horn dog.  Then there was Rick, who was more in
shock than anything else.  I often wondered if Rick had ever really had sex
with anyone or if he just talked about it a lot.  To be honest, it wasn't
my problem, and at the moment, I didn't even want to think about it.  I had
a bitch on his knees, with my balls slapping his chin, while smoking a
cigar.  Dad would be so fucking proud of me for this, is all I could think
about.

I knew Mitch was no longer going to fight with me so I pulled out of his
mouth and walked over to dad's big chair that sat next to the couch and
plopped down.  My cock was still out and rock hard.  And when you could
finally see Mitch's face after I pulled my cock out of it, you could see
the slobber and drool that had started running down from the corners of his
mouth and dripped onto his shirt.

"Come here bitch!" I said, "And give Doug the lighter and cigar nippers.
You don't need them anymore."

Mitch started to get off his knees but thought twice about it.  "May I
stand up for a minute?  My knees are really hurting."

"I don't fucking care as long as you get that nice warm mouth back on my
cock." I replied.

So Mitch stood up, walked over to Doug, and handed him the cigar nipper and
lighter.  I thought it was funny that Mitch still did not look Doug in the
eyes or Rick as he passed him.  But when he got in front of me, he looked
me right in the eyes as he sank back down to his knees.  In some ways Mitch
was actually stronger now that he was my bitch.

Down to his knees he sank and once again my cock slipped into his mouth
with ease.  I just sat there in dad's chair letting Mitch suck my cock and
talking to Doug.  It was like nothing was going on, like this was normal.
Doug had fired up his cigar and was still stroking his cock in his pants as
he smoked.

Rick was starting to act normal again.  He still could not take his eyes
off Mitch, but at least he didn't have that stupid deer caught in head
lights look that he had when he first came into the room.

"Hey Rick, I think we need some new beers in here.  Why don't you go grab
them?" I said while resting my hand on the back of Mitch's head as it
bobbed in my lap.  He was not in a hurry and was going really slow.  He
could almost get the whole thing in his mouth, and if I pushed on the back
of his head, he would get that last inch or two.  But that caused him to
gag some and I wanted to make this last.

"Here you go" Rick said as he handed me a beer.  I sat it on the side table
next to dad's chair, because to be honest I didn't even want it.  What I
wanted was for Rick to get drunk or chill.  Either one would be great.

I knew I was not going to last too much longer with Mitch on my cock.  But
I also knew I wanted to make sure Mitch got his first nut from me in a
meaningful way.  Something to remember I guess.  So I pushed him off my
cock and told him to go lay on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Doug quickly cleared it off by knocking most everything into the floor, and
Mitch, still fully dressed, started to lay across the table, but on his
stomach.

"Bitch, don't you know anything?  Lie on your back and take your shirt
off." I said as I got up and started to walk over to the table.  Mitch was
lying on the table, looking up and I bent over and told him to open up.  As
he did I let out a nice long cigar spit string right into his open mouth.
If someone had tried to do that to me I would have been pissed, but not
Mitch, he just lay there without saying a word.

"Come on guys, help me break in my new bitch." It was directed more toward
Doug then Rick but I was happy to see them both get up off the couch and
take out their cocks and start stroking.  I was already about to bust a nut
so I was trying to stroke as slowly as I could.  Rick on the other hand
looked like he was trying to set some kind of land speed record.  He shot
so fast, and all over Mitch's chest.

Doug was next to cum.  He aimed for Mitch's chest but some landed on his
chin.  I could see Mitch try to move so the cum would not hit his face and
I had to laugh because I was planning to cum in the bitch's mouth.  I had
held it for as long as I could, I aimed right for Mitch's mouth and within
a stroke or two, you could see the long ropes of cum go straight into his
mouth.  Where he had tried to move when Doug's cum hit his face, he looked
like he was almost trying to catch my cum.  I let him have it too.  I think
I came more that evening then I have ever cum before or after.

When I was finished cumming, I looked down at Mitch and saw him holding my
cum in his mouth.  I lightly slapped him on the cheek and with that he
swallowed my cum.  My legs were like rubber so I put my cock back into my
pants and walked back over to dad's chair and plopped down again.  I wasn't
even paying attention to Mitch or the other guys at this point.  I just
wanted to rest some.  But then I felt a hand on my thigh and it was Mitch.
He was sitting on the floor in front of me, facing the guys, but he picked
up my leg and draped it over his shoulder.  I guess not only did I feel
like I owned him now, he felt like it too.  I wasn't sure what just
happened.  Did I claim the bitch, or did the bitch just claim me?

We all sat there and talked.  Rick found a movie on tv for us to watch.
And it wasn't long before I heard dad coming in the front door, just
getting home from work.  He walked through the den to say hi and stopped
for a minute when he saw me in his chair and Mitch sitting on the floor
with my leg draped over him.

"I would ask if you guy are okay, but something tells me you are all doing
just fine." Dad said as he turned around and headed toward his bedroom.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful.  Doug and Rick left right
after they ate the pizza that dad ordered.  And after they had sobered up
enough that dad thought they would be okay.  Dad never let them leave until
he was sure they would be okay.  He didn't mind how much they drank while
they were here, but they were never allowed to leave until they were sober
again.

Rob was spending the night at his new friend's house, Adam.  They had just
met in school not too long ago.  Adam was an Army Brat and his dad had just
been stationed here.  He seemed pretty cool from what little time I had
spent with him.  He seemed like a good match for Rob.  They both liked to
skate board.  They were both built the same.  And they both had the same
terrible taste in clothes and music.  If Adam had brown hair instead of
blond hair, most people would think they were brothers.

Mitch on the other hand called his parents and told them he was spending
the night at our house.  Now that I had a bitch, I wanted to make sure he
was well broken in before I let him go.



END OF CHAPTER