Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2020 19:11:58 +0000
From: ^sharper <sharper.inorbit@protonmail.com>
Subject: Story :: RICK HOWMAN - PART ELEVEN

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RICK HOWMAN - PART ELEVEN

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RICK HOWMAN - PART ELEVEN

"Come here," said Tony. "Come here. Come here. Come on. Here. Come here."
He dropped the end of his used cigar onto the ashtray Baby held out to
him. "Let me see you properly. Lift your head. Kneel here. Show yourself
to me. Let me see you. Let me look at you."
Baby lowered one leg to the ground, and then the other, supporting the
ashtray like a cup of nectar.
"Sexy men love to be adored, don't they?" Tony said eyeing Baby's smooth
hard body like a piece of carved furniture. "They love to be caressed,
don't they? They love to feel another man's hand on their head or on
their arse, don't you love, to feel that pressure, yeah? and that
electricity. Yeah. You want to please me don't you?"
Baby nodded, "Yes Sir."
Tony smiled, "They love it when demands are made of them to submit to the
needs of another man. They love to kneel and to open themselves up for
the seed of another man. They love to be owned. Possessed. Transformed by
the attention of another man. Most of all they love to feel possessed."
Kneeling, Baby put his hands behind his back, his chest pushed forward,
his belly flat and tight and his huge strong legs apart so that his junk
swayed between them, heavy with blood. "God you are so lovely. You are so
beautiful," said Tony. "Do you want to feel my flood inside you?"
"Yes I ..."
"Flood you ..."
"Yes. Flood me. Please flood me, please. Please. Fill me."
"I'm going to flood your cunt. I'm going to."

Tony pulled up his cock between his thighs and stroked it, pulling the
foreskin back completely before pushing it forward to re-envelope the
gooey conker-hard purple-edged knob, a slurp of pre-cum rolling over his
finger. Baby watched, cross-eyed, mouth half open and drooling to lick
it. Tony smiled. The pearly-wet slit seemed to wink like a little mouth
as his foreskin enclosed it, producing another little bead of shining
precum.

Playing with his cock, absentmindedly stroking the silky flesh up and
down, Tony asked, "What do like most about me, my cock or my money?" Baby
sniffed and licked his lips. "You like both. You like being controlled by
your own lusts and then relinquishing that control to another. If I
didn't have these things I'd have no power to make you serve me; as it
is, I have. I used to think that with having a slave it's all about mind
training, but now I think it's more about cock. It's simply about cock
and having the meat to, and that's all you want to make a man want to
need it and serve you. Yeah? You're like that. Because that's all you
want.

"But a true slave mind gets passed around. It has no master. It does
what's told whoever's telling. It yearns to obey. You aren't like that.
Not quite. But I could make you into anything I wanted, just by
exploiting your one weakness until you have nothing left. I can feel your
resistance, and I like that, but what you don't realise is that I already
own you completely. You stopped having options a long time ago. Yeah. A
long time ago."
Baby grinned. "I still feel ... really enthusiastic," he said.
"I know you do. You think I'm joking."
"No. But ... I like that I'm owned by you and I get to receive your cock
daily and that you want me to serve you and open my legs for you. And
each day you empty your balls into me. I like that."
"I can't believe the way you take it. I keep thinking I'm going to hurt
you permanently. Just seeing you try."
"You must have known a long time ago that you have a big cock," said Baby
thoughtfully.
"I knew all I ever wanted was a man sucking or fucking himself on my
knob."
"When did you first realise it?"
"Oh I was young."
"How young?"
"Young." Tony stroked the soft sensitive skin tight around the
circumference. "When I first realised that I craved male intimacy, when I
started catching the eye of men in the street, when I started to ask
myself what they were looking at, and why I liked that they were looking
at it. I gradually worked out that I needed their attention because it
came with their real need to be under my direction, and it made me feel
good to be able to get exactly what I wanted. To get exactly what I want,
has been my life's goal ever since. And that's when I decided I should no
longer have to wank my own cock - which is what I had been doing. I
should always have someone to do that for me. That's where you come in. I
should always be able to cum into another man. There should always be
someone to receive my juice, and there always would be someone gratefully
to do it. That seemed right to me; natural and right. But when I examined
what these men were looking for in return, I mean the reason they were
willing to make themselves servile for me, I realised it was my cock, and
ultimately only my cock. I realised a big cock meant I could use it to
get close to the men I wanted. I could dominate them and use them and
they would let me. And that made me feel good ... ... still does."

Tony continued to play with it, teasing Baby with it, waving it and
stroking it.
"I mean, I realised, I was constantly visible. It is very difficult to
hide, especially when it is hard. I used to wear shirts loose over it, if
it was embarrassing. Nudist camps could be difficult! I used to avoid
that sort of thing, when I was younger. Too exposed. Now I relax and just
enjoy ... parading myself, picking up the groceries, my meat and two veg
swinging about. And the action! Not just in the dunes! I love it! I still
go to one beach resort regularly. I'll take you. You'd enjoy it. You'd be
popular too. You'd be kept busy."
"I'm not sure I want to be that popular like that."
"What if I told you to do it?"
"Well I'd do it of course but -"
"And enjoy it. All those men."
"I guess. But what would you think?"
"I'd think what I already think. What a sub. What a hungry cocksucking
sub."
"And that turns you on."
"Turns YOU on. You're so much fun when you're excited. And I can tell,
let me tell you, you'd be really excited. I could parade you around, show
you off. You'd love it. And then when I'd finished watching you being
pulled apart by all the sharks, I'd take my share of fucking you. You'd
like that, I can tell. Dish of the day. Don't tell me you aren't turned
on by being gang-banged by a line up of anonymous men in a some apartment
somewhere, getting used, and then finally you'd get my huge meat in your
gaping sloppy hole. You like that?"
Baby did like that. "I want to hold it," he said.
"Go on then." Baby reached out to hold Tony's meat in his fist "Yeah you
like touching my thick meat. You love it. Just touch it. Stroke it.
Tickle it. That's it. Let it grow. Just touch it with your tongue. Just
touch it."
Baby did as instructed, gently stimulating Tony's massive pulsing prick.
Tony gently stroked Baby's head. Baby worked his hand up and down the
shaft, letting the knob fill out his fingers and imagining it prising
open his sluthole. He grasped it tight, squeezing the blood in his grip
and wanking it energetically. With his other hand he either balanced
himself on the floor, or on Tony's knee, or held Tony's balls, or stroked
the bag.
"Slow down there," said Tony. Baby looked at him for permission.
"Yeah go on then."
Baby put the lump in his mouth and let it gag him.

Tony watching Baby work for his pleasure, said, "I entered this office
once, where I was working, and this guy I'd been working with, I suppose
he wasn't expecting me; he was knocking one out furiously under his desk,
looking at some picture on his computer. He stopped immediately. I could
see him thinking, How do I deal with this? So I smiled and said, Don't
mind me. Then he grinned, and tucked it away in his trousers, but I knew
he was still aroused and possibly on the point of shooting so I walked
over to him and - he was sitting at a desk - just stood real close so
that my fly was real close to him.
- Can you help me out? I said.
The thing is that when a guy is aroused he can be extremely cooperative."
Baby let Tony's knob slide from his lips and nodded, watching his fingers
slide up and down its veined foreskin.
"I reached out and put my hand inside his shirt. He had decent
development and a nice pec. I stroked the nipple and then held it so that
he was in pain. He didn't resist. I gave him a look which meant, Open my
fly, which he did. He couldn't wait to. He went to touch himself but I
looked at him like stern and he knew he wasn't allowed to - I made him
suck me off with no happy ending. My cum went all over his face and
dropped down his shirt. I ruined it for him. He had to change - but I
told him not to. I told him to keep it on. The cum on his shirt made it
stick to his body. I could see his skin and hair through it.
"He said, Would I tell any one?, like he knew I wouldn't but also wasn't
sure. I said it was my decision. He begged me not to. I said I'd do what
the fuck I wanted to. He begged me on his knees. Literally knelt and
touched the floor with his forehead. He was panicking but also, I mean,
sooo ... excited." Tony purred those last words smoothly. Baby just
listened in awe of the power Tiny hadnovernoyher men. "He begged me to
let him cum. But then he did as he was told. He just put his jacket on so
that if anyone came in he could cover it up enough. Meantime he left it
open so I could see. I knew I could embarrass him if I wanted. I knew I
could get him sacked and I'd be fine because people respected me and
always they gave me the benefit of the doubt."
"I don't understand," said Baby. "Surely you'd get sacked too - for ..."
"For what? I could get him sacked for any little thing. I had that much
influence and confidence, I could say anything and get believed. I could
destroy him and he knew it. It wasn't about him being a fag. It was about
him simply being inferior - and trust: I was trusted. I knew him
completely, because I'd met his type before. Simple really, he was
completely controllable." - Baby thought, 'Like me.' - "And I thought, I
am holding that fragile man's life in my hands - like you might hold an
expensive beautiful vase and the temptation was to smash it. I said, 'Are
you alright to do this?' Like he had a choice. And he said, 'Always your
servant.' That made me laugh because he was. And I said, 'You have a
point, but then again you are comfortable and I am comfortable.'
"'I am comfortable,' he said. That was when I could see clearly what I
should do: I should use him as fully as I wanted. I could clearly see the
pleasure he would take expressing his needs and the pleasure I would take
exploiting them. I could feel him respond when I touched him - like
everything I did was a kindness an unselfish act of pure giving! I could
see that needy mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes. He wanted it.
He wanted to be taken. He wanted to become my toy. So the next day I
fucked him at his desk, I had him kneel forward, spread himself across
it, hold onto the edge and beg to receive me. It was cool, because he was
so grateful and ... he never thought I would do what I did."
"What did you do?" asked Baby, excited to hear.
"Oh I fucked him literally. I fucked him right up."
"You ... what?"
"I used him for a while but he became too clingy. Wanted to be taken
home. Wanted to be taken out. Wanted to be special. It was pathetic.
Pretty soon I'd had enough. I told my boss he had been stealing. Boss
believed me. I said I had evidence. He didn't ask for it. He said, Let's
just let him leave. And didn't renew his contract."
"That's horrible thing to do!" Baby exclaimed.
"Yeah," said Tony, smiling at the memory of it. "I know. Boy did it turn
me on! Still does to think of it! I'll never forget. He never knew what
hit him. He asked me to put in a good word for him. I said I already had
but of course I didn't. He couldn't understand it, what happened. I said
I was sorry. He said he could still meet me to give me a service. I said
..."
"What did you say?"
"I said, that wouldn't be possible, and left it at that. No idea what
became of him."
"You don't care."
"No. I don't. But it was fun."
"You're ... terrible ..." Baby muttered.
"I know," said Tony, unconcerned. "Stand up."

Baby stood from the position kneeling Infront of Tony's cock
"Keep like that. Face me. Show me yourself. That's good. Part your legs
for me. Open you legs. Let me put my hand between your legs. I want to
stroke your balls. Bring yourself here. I want to touch it. I want to
feel your hot wet hole. Yeah that's good. You wanna please me don't you?
Yeah that's good."
"I'll be good," said Baby, standing up as Tony said, parting his legs
either side of Tony's knees so that Tony could easily reach him to fondle
him.
"Show me your hole."
Baby turned round and bent forward so that Tony could inspect his sweet
anus.
"Stretch the cheeks. Wider. Wink it for me."
Baby clenched his anus and relaxed.
"Good boi. OK relax."
Baby wanted it.
"Look you know how lucky you are don't you getting to serve a Master like
I am? Lots of guys would be grateful and desperate to serve me. Just
being the property of a major Alpha-top like me, just knowing it was
owned like that, would make any slave cum."
"I know," said Baby, arching his back and holding his buttocks apart,
desperate to show Tony the sweet tight star hole of his anus. "I know it
for a fact."
"Don't be ashamed."
"I'm not ashamed."
"You're not?"
"I'm such a fag ..."
"You love the humiliation and there's no better humiliation is there than
the humiliation you force on yourself. I can see that excites you. I knew
when I first saw you you how I could sap your male spirit and turn you
into a prisoner of your own fag mind."
"I am such a fag ..." said Baby again.
Tony laughed. "I know. Fit handsome man like you, grovelling like that,
showing off his hole, begging to be used. Shame, is long ago with you
isn't it, sonny?"
"All I want to do is suck your cock, Master!"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Do you remember that time I made you eat
my cum from a bowl? Do you remember how much you enjoyed it?"
"I liked that. I like to lick your balls, too."

"You will lick my balls to please me. When I look at you ... you lost
your pussyboi shame a long time ago, didn't you, hey? Hey, some of the
biggest men, big men, many of them, are pussy, just like you. The biggest
men. Reminds me: once I was at this site - to inspect some, you know,
some property works - and I thought, there was this big man and I
thought, He's impressive. But I knew ... with him it was ... his
self-confidence told me. He was watching me and I just knew, he wanted to
be broken. He wanted someone to break him. It was incredible, because,
I'm not kidding, he was massive - and not just flab. He had enormous
muscularity and enough strength to bend bars.
"He was up to his knees in mud, hi-vis all mucky so it, you know, wasn't
hi-vis, and digging out some valve unit that had got submerged, reaching
into a trench of mud to find it. When he stood up he looked at me like,
he could take me on.
"Immediately. It was there: he was up for it and I thought he was a top
for, oh, all of about two seconds before I realised. His eyes lingered
just long enough to register, then down. He was literally grovelling
before me with his eyes. Incredible. I've seen it lots of times but that
was the first time it's happened textbook, in a man of such proportions.
45 year old bodybuilder!" ('45 year old pussyboi,' thought Baby.) "That's
what I'm saying to you: You know that what you are you'll always be. Now
you know. What the man in the mirror is, you'll always be that man. You
might be built, you might be all grown up, no matter. Like him; he was
merrily playing in the mud, lifting his great big valve up out of it and
adjusting the screws. I watched him work. The meeting was finished and I
just stood there for a bit, watching him. He was just pretending he
didn't notice me. Then I just turned, that's all I did, and turned back,
and he was standing in the mud, up to his knees staring at me like all,
'Please don't go!'
"So I strolled back and told him I needed some help. He knew I was
fucking with him. He was looking at me like he would eat me, but I knew I
already owned him and in his eyes I could see he knew it too. He lifted
his legs out of the trench and wiped his hands on his jacket. Then I had
to think, Where? But before that even crossed my mind he waved towards a
steel container. I like that kind of initiative - making it easier for me
- so I followed him over to it, to where the doors stood open at one end,
and after I followed him in he closed the door and put a bar through it
so it was fixed. And he turned to me, eyes down, hands behind his back.
Classic pose. He said, How can I help you, Sir? And I said, Are you a
dumb bitch? And I saw his eyes, beneath his eyelids, light up. I stood
still and he just sank to the ground. Be careful of the fabric, I said -
because I was still in my suit though I had a hard-hat on and a works
coat. Pretty soon he was sucking it like a calf. And he had come alive,
you know. It's like I say, fucking a man up is the best because no one's
going to stop you being who you want to be.
"He had it in his mouth and choked on it best he could then he was
sucking the tip and wanking it with his fist, putting his face in my bush
and tonguing my nuts really sensitively. And all he kept muttering was,
Oh man, oh man. Wanting it so bad. All I had to do was watch and
encourage; which I did by slapping him a bit. He was doing well but I
needed a lot more self-abasement from him before I'd let him get what he
really wanted. I told him to strip off, which he did, taking off layers
of workwear til he was kneeling in front of me, this big man, completely
bare, drooling like a dog. Dirt on his knees. He was so eager to be
fucked, this bitch-bear; he was kneeling but his legs were apart and he
was arching, thrusting out his buttocks the way you do," ('I do,' thought
Baby.) "when you are, well, all the time, cs you want it so much."
"I do," said Baby.
"But he wasn't just a cocksucker. He had no dignity. There was a few
boxes lying around, so I sat on a stack and had him pose for me. He liked
that. Miss World. I had him on all fours, wiggling his arse like you do,
asking me would I do him. Mud on his hands and knees. Saying he was hot
and wet. Panting and licking his lips, licking his fingers and putting
them in."
"Did you fuck him?"
"Naturally."
"Was it good?"
"Yeah. It was ok. Afterwards, he said, 'I have taken you into my
confidence.' "
"What did you say? You didn't!"
"He was just a fuck."
"He trusted you. Can't anyone trust you?"
"Who cares? He was just a fuck."
"You don't care?"
"Why should I? He was just a fuck. When I fuck, I don't care ... He
wanted it."

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END OF RICK HOWMAN - PART ELEVEN