Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2015 15:05:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Dale Gutzman Subject: Robby's Predicament Part Seven I was taking a Skype call from our young executive friend Pete, while Robby was bare assed naked on his knees sucking the gnarly fat dick of one of his Fraternity Brothers, Carl Langstrom. I had selected Carl from the fifty or so messages that had rattled in after we send those nice compromising naked photos of Robby off to the members of his Fraternity. Of course some of Robby's older Frat brothers didn't give a fuck if there was a faggot cocksucker in the Frat Alumni, but many of the younger current college students didn't want their brotherhood stained by a demented fuck pig. It wasn't that Robby was Gay, (He kept insisting of course that he wasn't) It was that the was sending disgusting photos of himself and offers to suck dick out over the internet. Some of the twenty year old Frat boys wanted to beat the shit out of Robby. I, of course, protected him on line and off. But Carl indicated that, although he couldn't stand faggots, he occasionally allowed one to suck on his big greasy fuck sausage. It was Robby's first encounter with someone from the photos we had sent out, and he was justifiably nervous. "Now Robby, when Carl gets here, make sure you impress him. We need to make a good impression, so he recommends your cocksucking skills to his buddies and to other Fraternity members. " "Please don't make me do this..." Robby muttered his usual mantra. It was becoming annoying. I wasn't "making" him do anything. He was willingly taking himself lower and lower with only a bit of guidance and pressure from me. "Offer to lick Carl's feet for him, Robby. And make sure you suck and lick his balls really well...get all that salty taste and nut sweat off of them. And make sure you offer to lick and suck his asshole! Straight dudes love to get their asses sucked. I'll be here in case he gets too rough with you." "What are you, his Fucking Master or something?" Six foot six Carl growled when he came in. I just smiled. "Something like that. You might say I am his mentor. Make yourself comfortable in that chair. Have a beer. If there is anything special you would like, just say so." "I love it when a faggot licks my sweaty armpits. I never use deodorant and my pits get really rank." Carl was turning out to be an all right dude. Robby crawled across the floor to meet his old College Frat Brother. "Jesus, Robby, I never figured you for a fucking cocksucker." Carl looked down at the rather pathetic Robby. Robby wore not only his dick cage, but a steel cuff around his scrotum that was stretching his nuts. We had started to work seriously on his nut sack a few days earlier. I wanted him to have nice low hanging balls...half way down his thigh if we could manage it. With each move, Robby winced in pain. A testicle cuff can cause extreme discomfort. I could tell that Robby didn't want to look Carl in the face. "How the fuck did you end up so disgustingly pathetic? What a fucking asswipe you are!" "Speaking of asswipes, Carl, Robby is really good at eating out a man's asshole. I hope you will let him pleasure yours a bit." Robby looked over at me with those puppy dog eyes of his. I knew that he hated eat man ass more than anything. I smiled at Robby. "Jesus, yeah, I love a good ass suck, but it's so damned hard to get the bitches to do it. If I'd a known that, I woulda' cleaned my ass better." "Not to worry, Carl, let Robby's tongue clean it for you, right Robby? RIGHT ROBBY?" "Yes, Sir," he muttered almost crying again. He was becoming a real cry baby. "What the fuck's that thing?" Carl asked pointing at Robby's dickcage. "That is a fucker restraint. It keeps him from getting hard, so that all of his sexual pleasure is concentrated on his mouth and asshole." "Jesus, is he like this all the time?" "More and more. We are slowly weeding out the other elements of his life, so he can be a full time cocksucker and assfuck pig. My ultimate goal is to get him to suck twenty to thirty dicks a day and get fucked five to ten times a day." "Holy shit, can anyone handle that much dick?" "Oh yes, indeed. You'd be amazed Carl how these faggot cocksuckers can just suck and suck and suck. And when their jaws get too tired, you can just fuck their skulls. And their asses open up more and more until they are just like sopping cunts." "I can't believe it. He has such potential in college. He was going to be a big time executive. I was always jealous of him." "But he's happier this way, Carl. This is his true self. How about starting out by letting him lick your feet?" Robby hung his head in humiliation. He trembled when I suggested to Carl that if he enjoyed the experience, he might put us in touch with some of his buddies. Now, while I catted with Pete over the internet, Robby licked Carl's pendulous nuts. Carl had a super nut sack. He would never need any testicle stretching. His fuck sack already hung down an impressive length and contained two hard boiled egg sized nuts. Robby had a real problem getting them in his mouth. Carl's fuckmeat erected to a very impressive nine inches. It was thick and veiny with a nice heavy foreskin for Robby to lick around and under. This was the kind of prick I liked to see Robby working on. The kind of a smelly, tasty prick that reminded little Robby that he was less than a whole man! Watching Robby slurping on Carl's massive nuts, I had to laugh when I was reminded of the conversation I had had with Robby just before his Frat Brother arrived. "Can't we please stop now? I've had enough. I want to go back to my wife and try to live a normal life." Robby had tried to look and sound as sincere as he could. "Robby, we haven't even started yet with the games I have in mind for you. You don't want to quite now, just when things are getting interesting. Think of it, Robby, you haven't even sucked dog dick yet!" That shut him up. He looked at me like I was some kind of alien from another planet. He was so fucking cute, I pulled him to me and shoved my tongue down his throat. After all, I wouldn't be kissing him this session, once he had eaten out Carl's sweaty ass. Carl had kicked off his work boots and peeled off his sweaty socks, and Robby had reluctantly gone to work on his feet. Every once in a while, Robby would give me a look that said, "Please can we stop this now?" But I could see his chubby dick straining to erect in his cockcage, and strings of pre-fuck hung from it. The most fun I had with Robby of course was public humiliation, and I had more of it planned for the near future. I had taken him to the mall, with him dressed in very tight, short cut off jeans (like faggots wore in the 60's) and a tight cut off pink tee shirt saying FAGGOT on it. He wore just that and flip flops. I made him sit at a table by himself in the food court and eat a special lunch I had prepared for him. Well, a lunch my buddies had prepared for him. I put him at a table near some teenage boys who could laugh at him and call him names. They didn't hesitate. On my instructions, Robby opened the little box I had given him. Inside were ten used condoms filled with cum. Robby's lunch was to suck the condoms clean. He had to put each condom on his tongue and then suck it clean inside and out. And he had to turn his head so the teenagers could see. He looked so sad completing this task, that I actually felt sorry for him, and if it weren't for the massive hard on in my jeans, I might have let him off easy. One of the teens, a really cute, cocky kid walked up to him and called him every dirty name he could think of. The kid had a real foul mouth too, which went nicely with his cute cocky looks. I called the boy over to the table where I sat. "I'll give you twenty bucks if you take this unused condom and go into the toilet and jerk off into it. And the faggot will suck it clean for you, right in front of you." The cute kid couldn't believe what I was saying. "Is he some kind of demented retard or something?" The boy was not very politically correct. I laughed. "He's a cocksucking faggot pig. Aren't there any at your school like this? He lives for dick. If he can't get real dick, he sucks dirty rubbers to appease his need...like some dudes smoke cigarettes. I bet you got some in your school." Now the cute kid laughed and nodded. "They even got a gay club now." "A cute kid like you, you should get a faggot to suck you and your buddies off. It can be real fun when you haven't got cunt to fuck." And so our conversation went. He went back to tell his pals what had transpired, and then loped off to the toilet to fuck his meat into the rubber. He provided a nice hefty load too. I had forgotten how much boys that age can shoot. So we presented Robby with a fresh filled condom to suck clean. The boys at the other table hooted and applauded. Robby of course pretended to hate every minute of it. Just like he pretended to not enjoy licking and sucking Carl's hairy ass as a prelude to sucking his greasy dick. I returned my attention to Pete. Pete was calling me from his office. It was evening, but I had instructed Pete to "work late" and call me. As per instructions, he sat at his desk chair naked from the waist down. He had one foot up on the chair, so his chunky fuckmeat and nut sack were clearly visible to me. He was rather nervous and uptight. And he was very cute. He wore a pair of lightly colored eyeglasses, as if to disguise himself. Cool!" "We have a problem, Pete. You missed your blow job session with Robby today." He was terribly nervous. I could see that now. He was actually trembling and his fuckmeat wobbled a bit from his shaking body. "I couldn't help it. We had a big company meeting called. I couldn't miss it." "Pete, you know I don't tolerate excuses. I have no interest in your meetings or your job, or even your life. I only have interest that you do as you are told. Robby is to suck your dick every day at work. You missed today!" He tried to gain some strength to impress me. I always find it humorous when dudes like Pete try to stand up to me. "I...I'm not going to do this any more! I hate it. I am not a homo and I don't want to get a blow job from anyone except my wife." "But Pete, you told me yourself that your beautiful young wife of two months doesn't like to suck dick. Until you train her, Robby here is a substitute." He set his handsome jaw. His eyes burned with hatred. He really was a gorgeous hunk. "I don't want a substitute. I'll take care of my own sex life, thank you very much!" "If that is true, Pete, why are you sitting there in your office talking to me naked from the waist down, so I can see your fucker and sack?" That gave him pause. "I...I'm scared of what you might do. You showed up here at my office last week. I need this job. It's the start of a great career." "So, Pete, what are we going to do about you missing your blow job today?" Robby on he floor had progressed to sucking Carl's fat dick. Robby's face was covered with Carl's ass juice. Robby was making little gagging noises. I would have to speak to him about that later. It was impolite. "Look, letting him suck me every day is fucking up my sex life with my wife. Christ, I'm only married two months, and I can't even fuck her because I am so freaked out from getting my dick sucked every day. " "Look, Pete, we could always change things around and have you suck dick instead of get sucked." I let that one sink in. He looked horrified. "Please...!" The magic word. The magic word that showed me when a dude was mine! "Here's what we're going to do, Pete. You need to be punished for missing today's suck job. so, tomorrow, you will go into one of the building elevators, stop it between floors, strip totally bare assed naked and masturbate for me. You will film it all with your phone. You will send it to me." "There are cameras in the elevators!" "You'll just have to deal with that. And don't forget to let Robby suck your dick tomorrow as usual. And now, before you go home to your lovely wife, how about sitting back in your chair, relaxing and masturbating your dick for me. Shoot a nice big load. Oh, and Pete, take a pencil off your desk and shove it up your ass, will you?" He looked like he was going to be sick. Like he was going to puke or something. But I have a real knack at finding submissive types. Male pussies who can't stand up for themselves. Guys who were probably shy when they were young and bullied a lot. With trembling fingers young handsome Pete took a pencil off his desk and worked it into the tight puckered hole of his ass. He winced and made a face when he did this, telling me that his asshole was tight and virginal...something I would have to work on. And then, I sat and watched Pete yank his fuckmeat until he spewed all over the fucking screen and keyboard. He groaned and grunted when he shot. He was a noisemaker. And to add to the sweet music of Pete unloading, Robby was slurping noisily on Carl's thick wet fuckmeat. I couldn't wait to get Robby and Pete in bed together and film it! Wouldn't that give me some leverage? Imagine these two "straight" muscular young hunks having to do really nasty, filthy things with each other in bed. Carl grunted and raised his ass up off the chair. He was blasting his sperm into Robby's mouth. Robby knew he had to swallow like a good faggot cocksucker. After four or five jerks, Carl slumped in the chair, totally exhausted. "Shit, the cocksucker is fucking good. I wouldn't mind coming around again." Robby cleaned the dick with his lips and tongue. I watched critically. "Tell me, Carl. Have you ever pissed in a faggot's mouth?"