Becoming a Boy 48

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TIMMY

I slid into the passenger seat of Ian's car. My ass still hurt and I found sitting down anywhere to be a tough act. Once I was down, it wasn't so bad, but the initial act was tough.

"Still sore?" he asked. I looked over and he was smiling, as if he enjoyed knowing my butt cheeks were still on fire.

"Yes, Sir. It hurts still when I first sit down."

"Then I think you're learning that lesson, Timmy. Do as I say and it won't happen," he paused briefly, "much," then smiled. Ian started up the car and we pulled into the street leaving the frat behind for a few days.

It wasn't a long drive really. Four hours and we'd be at my parent's place. I was nervous as hell. I had said nothing to them about anything that had been going on this semester. The last time I saw them was in late August when I had headed back to school. There have been so many changes since then I can't even begin to list them. I hadn't really cut the hair on my head since I left home. I had gotten rid of hair all over the rest of me though, including now getting rid of it on my face. I had put on some weight since summer too. In all the right places according to Ian. I wasn't sure it would show to anyone but me, yet I knew it had happened. Of course there was Ian too.

I looked over at him. He was focused on the road. God, he was fucking sexy. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I could have been wandering around in life for a long time before figuring out who I was and what I needed. Ian had been there and seen that I was a natural born faggot and taken care of bringing me along to serve him. Who knows how long it might have taken me to figure things out or if I would have found some other person who wasn't so great to me. I can't believe I had been so stupid to not obey what he told me to do. I had gone and gotten my holes used by other men instead of doing what Sir told me to do. He would have said yes. He told Manuel it was okay if he used my holes, but I had gone on cock-whore mode and forgotten his rules.

I reached my hand over to Ian's lap and gently rubbed his crotch. Not surprisingly his dick was semi-hard. He always seemed to be ready. Fuck, he was such a stud, and I was so lucky to belong to him.

CHUCK

I was happy with the announcement of Danni's wedding. Jan of course became all emotional. She just kept asking if Danni was sure that this was what he wanted. She was obviously happy for him but just wanted to be sure I guess. He announced it at dinner after the main dish. Billy was about to clear away dishes and Danny said he had an announcement. Well after that of course it took Billy a while to get the dishes off the table and he did a good job of clearing Jan's tears away too. Bringing her tissues, telling her not to cry. It was as if I didn't need to do all of that stuff. Billy seemed to really respond to her emotionality. Hey, I was okay with that honestly. I never was sure what to do with Jan when she started in with the tears.

Billy gave her a hug or two, patted her on the shoulders, told her he understood how happy she was. Danni looked on in something that looked like amazement or wonder as Billy attended to his mother's needs. Billy even told Danni he was happy for him and Danny seemed to accept that. Devish seemed a bit out of sorts. He didn't betray amazement or amusement. He just seemed to observe. Eventually Jan managed to get ahold of herself.

"Oh, Danni, I'm just so happy for you. I never figured you'd be able to get married, to find a good man. But, things have changed so much in the country that I'm just so happy. I'm sorry I started crying."

Danni got up and came around to Jan's side. She stood up and they gave each other a big hug. Billy had started clearing dishes by then. Other than an initial word or two from me about drying her tears I hadn't done a thing. Billy and Danni handled the emotional Jan. It actually made me feel pretty damn good. Letting them deal with that stuff.

Devish and I were alone at the table before I knew it. I still had a few questions to ask him.

"Devish, I'm the Man who brought Danni in to the world. I'm the man who guided her shift to being a good faggot."

"Mr. McNeil, you have done a fine job. To be given permission to marry such a fine girl, a very womanly little creature, I am quite in your debt."

"My point being that I am going to hate giving up the use of her pussy completely," I confessed to him. "We have had such a good connectionÉ"

"Mr. McNeil. I understand the sentimental value of a daughter to her father, especially a fag as beautiful and as well trained as Danni is. I certainly have no intention of being the only person to use her talents. I would be very pleased to know that you are still interested in showing your dominance over her."

I was a bit surprised at how easy the discussion went. It wasn't that I was having second thoughts about Danni. I still felt that she would be best served by getting married and out of my house. Yet, looking at the changes Devish had started making in Danni, well it made my cock ache with hardness. Knowing I could still fuck her if I wanted was a good feeling.

"Mr. McNeil, I have no intention of Danni being the only person I am fucking in life. She may not even be the only one I marry. I am quite capable of supporting more than one wife. I will of course notify Danni when these things occur, but she is well aware that a man will always be looking for others to breed. And I do intend to produce children of my own for purposes of continuing my family name." He paused to consider his words further. "I am quite pleased to be given the opportunity to continue Danni's training. I would be pleased if you continue to use her as you wish for your own pleasures. I'm sure Danni will visit regularly and what occurs then between you two is up to you."

I laughed and reached out to give Devish a fist-bump across the table. It seemed to be the sort of goodwill gesture that I wanted to convey. Two men agreeing to what is best for a fag without any interference or discussion from others.

"Thank you Devish. I was pretty sure you were of the same mindset as I am."

"It's a pleasure doing business Mr. McNeil," he told me. "One never knows what the future brings, but we do know whatever that is men such as us will be in charge of it." We both laughed at that. How true it was becoming for me.

IAN

We made good time and other than the stop at the rest area to piss and get a quick blow in the car from Tim, the trip had been easy. I even let him drive for an hour to give my body a rest from sitting in one position too long.

Tim had been nothing but obedient and docile since the belting a couple days ago. It had hurt me to have to beat his ass so hard, more than I would ever admit to him. Yet it also had been the right thing to do. I was sure of it. His conversations with me had been appropriate and submissive to my wishes and he seemed to have thought about his behavior. Yet, I was nagged by the thought I had somehow let him get out of control and engage in the behavior that was against my rules and resulted in the beating. I thought about that for a bit as he drove. It occurred to me that of course I had allowed his behavior to get out of hand. I was in charge. Everything happened because I was the one calling the shots. I had been lax with him and it had happened. I needed to manage myself as much as I needed to manage Tim. He had tried to get away with things because I had allowed it to happen. I decided in the end it was inevitable given the freedom I gave him. I didn't have the full amount of time to manage everything he did and I would need to accept he would stray some if I allowed that freedom. Yet I didn't have the time or the desire to supervise everything fricking thing he got himself involved with on his time. I had my own life to manage and he would need to learn the ropes if he was going to be my bitch. I could set the major rules and he would learn to follow them or he would have to endure the consequences.

As Tim gave directions to his folks place I settled in to the idea that he really was a good fag and that I was really very pleased that he had responded so well to the paces I had put him through so far. I had changed his life and he was becoming like a puppy, ready for any play time with me. Now would be the time he faced that fact with his parents. We both get to see how ready he was to show his place in my world.

"So, Timmy," I began looking over at him, "have you talked to your parents at all about your situation now?" Do they know you have a Master?"

He looked over at me with a glance then looked away, afraid to catch my eyes. I knew the answer simply from his glance.

"No, Sir. I haven't said anything to them. I haven't talked about swimming or classes or," he paused then never continued.

"Say it boy," I encouraged him

"I haven't talked about being a fag with them. I don't know how to do it. My folks are pretty strict. I had a lot of rules to follow growing up. A lot of expectations."

"I get it. Don't say anything then. Just let it go. They'll figure it out."

"Really? You don't expect me to tell them?"  I had to laugh.

"Look, Timmy, you never said anything at the frat and how long did it take some of the guys to figure it out?"

"Not very long."

"Exactly. You just behave as yourself, doing what I say and I'll behave as myself and your folks will figure it out pretty quick. There is no reason you have to say anything; you will still be telling them."

I left it at that. He seemed to drift back to thinking stuff through. When we got to the house, he just announced that this was the one. It wasn't anything fancy really. Looked to fit in with the rest of the neighborhood. I mean it wasn't run down, it just wasn't a mansion or anything. Safely middle or upper middle class place with house spaced with room for yards in between them. I opened the trunk and Timmy grabbed both of our bags without me telling him to do so. I smiled inwardly at that. As he headed to the front door, I placed my hand on the small of his back and guided him gently forward. He said nothing and kept moving.

Timmy pulled his key ring out of his pants and unlocked the door. As soon as the door was pushed open a woman appeared in the entry way.

"Mom!" Tim said with tenderness in his voice. She gave him a big hug before he could even set down all the bags.

"Tim, you look so good. Look at that hair!," she exclaimed. "You've let it grow out."

Tim looked rather sheepish. "Yeah, I let it go some when we were swimming competitive and I liked it, so I kept it when practices started up again."

"You look heavier too," she said right away. "How much weight have you put on?" That last question was asked with some heavy disappointment in her voice.

Tim automatically looked at his butt. I smiled because he knew he had put on weight and most of it had gone into muscle on that ass. I was also smiling because my hand still rested just above his ass on his back. Time saw my hand there about the same time his Mom did. She looked up sharply at me.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Holder," I said sticking out my right hand to shake while leaving my left to linger on Tim's back. "My name's Ian McNeil." She shook my hand. "I'm one of Timmy's frat brothers at school.

"Oh. How nice," she said still glancing to see where my other hand was at. "Tim hadn't mentioned anyone was coming with him, are you planning on staying?"

"Uhm, yeah, sorry Mom. I have just been super busy this semester. I hardly have time to get my swimming in what with all the homework. I forgot to call you," Tim confessed.

"Yes, some notice would be nice," she said rather coldly. I noticed a man coming to the area now too.

"Dad, this is Ian McNeil, a friend from the frat," Timmy said rather loudly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Holder," I stated, shaking hands with him. He had a reasonable grip, nothing strong but not weak either.

"Ian! Just call me Bob. Nice to meet you. It's good to know Tim is making friends at school."

"Oh, Timmy does well at school," I told them. He's got plenty of friends. We've gotten to know him quite intimately at the frat this year," I added. I saw Tim look up at me in my peripheral vision. I just continued my discussion with Bob.

Bob looked to be about 5'9", which is exactly what Mrs. Holder looked to be also. He was graying at the temples but his hair color was nearly the same as Tim's hair.

"Well come in, guys. Don't stand there in the entry. Make room for them Peg," he instructed us. Mrs. Holder, Peg Holder, the name made me grin. I thought about her holding her peg, pegging her husband and almost laughed out loud. Bob stood and gathered our coats and hung them in a closet off to the right of the entry area.

Tim was taller than both his parents. He definitely did not favor his Dad in looks other than hair color, but I assumed Mrs. Holder's hair was not her real color, as it was a perfect shade of medium brown that didn't seem possible. She was a bit tight in her walk and talk so far. Maybe I would need to turn on some charm to get her to open up to me.

"Timmy, let me have the brown bag," I told him. I had managed to grab a couple things as gifts to bring to the house. Tim hadn't said much about his folks but I hazarded a guess that a couple small tokens of friendship might be a good thing on this trip. Timmy set several of the bags down that I had loaded him up with and found the one I wanted. He handed it to me.

"Let me say that I'm sorry that Timmy didn't let you know ahead of time that I would be coming with him, Peg" I explained. "He really has been a busy boy and time got away from him. However, I did pick up something that he thought you might like and well, I'll just give it to you now."

I opened the big bag and pulled out a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of a reasonably nice cabernet. Tim had said his Mom was usually busy and that she liked just simple things. I looked at her as I pulled the flowers and wine out of the bag and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes showed the slightest bit of surprise so I figured I got some points out of this. Tim was the one who looked most surprised.

"Oh," she said quickly, "That's really very nice of you, uh, Ian. I certainly didn't expect you, but this is quite above what you needed to do."

How formal I thought, and got a dig in to Timmy at the same time. Seemed a little bitchy in addition to her slightly cold demeanor.

"Tim, let me help you with the bags. We'll take them up to your room," Bob told Timmy. "I'm pretty sure we'll need to put sheets on the other bed in your room for Ian."

"Yes, thank you Bob," Peg turned to look at her guys. "I hadn't done that."

"No worries, Mom," Timmy replied. "I'm really sorry about not calling."

"Well, it's too late to worry about that now," she stated. "But your friend Ian certainly has manners and knows what I like."

Timmy blushed a little and bent to gather the bags again. "I'll put sheets on the bed for Ian."

Tim and his Dad turned and headed off leaving Peg and I standing there. She cleared her throat and turned around.

"Let me get some water and a vase," she said vass not vase which made me smile, "As long as you were so thoughtful I don't want them to dry out."

I followed her to what turned out to be the kitchen. It was not a small room but was open to a dining area and a family room. It was pretty up to date looking and I assumed from what I had seen that she wanted her home to be clean and modern. Appliances were new, the counters were spotless and super organized. Nothing seemed to be out of place. She reached for a step stool and moved it over to where there was a high cupboard above the refrigerator.

"Let me get that for you, Peg," I said and smiled. I walked over to the cupboard reached up and saw a couple different vases hidden up there. "Is there a particular one you wanted?" I asked.

"Well, Uhm, yes, that clear square crystal one," she stated. "That's very nice of you Ian."

"Oh, no problem. I know it can be tough to reach those higher cupboards. My mom is always asking me to reach something for her." I stretched up letting my t-shirt creep up my stomach. I caught her looking at my abs right away but said nothing. I usually wore t-shirts that were under-sized for this reason. What was the purpose of having a body like mine if I didn't show it off? I even flexed for her as I reached up, emphasizing my abs and my arms. By the time I got the vase and turned to hand it to her her eyes had returned to my face.

"Thank you. I am happy that Tim decided to bring a friend back for the holiday," she said speaking in a friendlier tone. "I just wish he had enough manners to let me know ahead of time. I confess I was caught off guard. He hasn't called much this semester and I wasn't even sure what day he was going to show up."

"I'll let him know that you would appreciate some notice, Peg. I can't believe he didn't say anything. He had asked me a few weeks ago, right after Thanksgiving if I wanted to come along with him, just hang out. It really is not acceptable to forget those things; I will try to teach him a better way to handle that." I spread it on thick for her. Whether she caught the part about me telling Timmy how to run his life I don't know, but I was going to make it clear he'd do what I told him to do. After all, he hadn't had much time between his chores, school work, and the various adventures I had him on lately.

"I'm guessing then he didn't mention we're only here for a couple days? We are planning to swing by my folks place after this, catch them for a couple days before heading back to school. He's still got swimming going on."

She sighed. "No of course he didn't say that, since he didn't call. It just ticks me off, he seems to have forgotten who is paying for school," she noted.

I smiled inwardly. It was a big boost to my ego and knowledge that I had kept Timmy so occupied and busy that between his school stuff and me, he wasn't even contacting his folks the last few weeks. I nearly laughed thinking that he'd be feeling some guilt over that. Given what she had already said to him I knew she'd say more to let him know.

TIM

I started up the stairs with some of the bags. My dad had the rest. Ian was doing nothing except talking to my mom. It made me look like his servant. At least in my mind I KNEW I was his servant and so the scene was evident to me. I wondered what they thought.

"So you met Ian at the frat?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, last year when I pledged," I started to explain what I could tell him. Ian hadn't said exactly what I could say or what I couldn't say, but I didn't want to get into it at all, really. I wasn't ready for that. "He's a senior. I got to know him better this year when I moved into the house. He has his own room there."

"You share though right? Some guy named Don, if I remember what you said at the start of the year."

"Yeah, Don. Most folks call him Donor," I told him. "He tends to give away money to the other brothers. He doesn't seem to have an issue having money around and he seems to enjoy paying for stuffÉanyway, yeah, Don."

I was NOT going to go into the problems I'd had with Donor or the fact I was staying in Zach's room currently with Ian trading my blowjobs for a place for me to sleep. No one had conversations like that with their parents.

Well, Ian seems like a great guy, Tim. He certainly knew how to quiet your Mom down with the flowers and wine," Dad laughed as he said it.

I did manage to turn and grin at him acknowledging Ian's handling of her.

"Yeah, he's known for his way with women," I told him.

"Well, it was nice of him to drive you up for awhile. How long are you guys staying?"

"I think just a couple days, Dad. He wants to go to his family's place too. Then I need to get back for swimming."

"Yeah? How's that going?" he asked.

I wasn't sure how it was going to be honest. I was not at the same times I had been at last year. Things had changed. I dropped the bags on the floor of my old room and looked around. Not much had changed. Mom had hung up a couple more photos of me that she had taken at swim meets I guess. I looked at my old twin bed and then remembered I needed to put sheets on the other one.

"Let me grab some sheets," I told Dad. I went to the cabinet where those were ept out in the hall and returned to the room.

"So the swimming isn't as good as last year," I admitted. "My times are off. I'm slower and I'm not sure I can keep up with what the coach wants." I looked over at Dad to gauge his reaction. He was looking at me but not giving too much reaction.

"Here, let me help with the bed," he said. He pulled back the bedspread and I open up the bottom sheet and we started putting it on the old bed. "Well, you knew heading off to school that swimming was an extra for you. You don't HAVE to keep doing it if it gets too much," he told me.

"I'd like to do it," I replied. "I mean, I like the swimming but I am so busy with classes and stuff at the frat that I'm not sure it has my full attention."

You know you mother will be upset if you drop it?' he said sorta like a question.

"Yeah. She'll be pissed. I know. She always is mad because she wants me doing everything."

"She just wants you to be happy, she means well," he stated as he always did when it came to her.

"I just can't be everything she wants, Dad." This was starting to sound like a Hallmark movie. I was having a confessional moment at the holidays with my Dad. Sheesh. "I mean, I am trying but my grades were low this semester. I don't think that I'll have the time for studying and for swimming and for the other things I need to do"

I may as well tell him everything. He'd speak to her about it I was sure. He always did. On the one hand, it saved me having to talk to her, on the other she would still give me a lecture about not applying myself more to everything.

"Well, how low were the grades, Tim? Did you fail anything?"

"No, Sir," I replied without thinking too much about my using the word sir to address Dad. "They were mostly C's, nothing horrible but nothing to be happy about either."

"Well, your mother won't be happy with those, no," He put his arm around me in a side hug sort of way. "Don't let it bother you too much. I know they will get better. Only you will know what is best for you, Tim. You'll figure out if you can handle the swimming and all the other things on your plate."

"Thanks, Dad," I said. He really did get it, even if I couldn't tell him everything that was on my plate.

"Your Mom was right though," he continued. "You have put on some weight it looks like. At least you have been eating well at school."

I looked at his face and he was grinning so I smiled. I knew I had gained. I just didn't see it as everyone else did.

Later after we had dinner, we were sitting around the family room and watching tv. It was another football game. I was not cheering for anyone but Ian seemed invested in one of the college teams, so it was sparking interest from Dad. Mom was mostly just reading her book and looking up on occasion. I was just sitting there thinking about stuff. How weird it was to be here at my folks with Ian, my Master, I guess. I didn't have a word for him honestly. He didn't like boyfriend, so I tried not to think about that part. He called me his boy, but I still didn't know what to make of that term. It felt a little derogatory, but then if I thought it through I knew Ian didn't mean it that way. I don't think he saw me being his boy as anything belittling. I think he saw allowing me to be his boy as a reward or honor for me. I sure felt lucky at times to be his boy. I mean, he was totally hot, a big muscle body, and smart guy, everyone liked him. I was so amazed that he would look at me and think I was sexy. I mean, I guess I'm sexy, why else would he be having sex with me? He had to think I was hot too or he wouldn't bother with me, right? I was going round and round in my head sitting here thinking this stuff and zoned out of the living room.

I'm fucking gay! I'm soooo gay. I'm so fucking gay, I'm a faggot. That is what popped into my head. I was sitting here with my folks and all the stuff I had been doing was running through my head. I'd sucked dick in public, in an alley, in a parked car, in a locker room, in the living room of a frat house. I was totally and completely a cocksucking faggot, and I'm home with my folks. I should tell them, let them know that I'm a fag. Everyone else basically knew by now. I needed to do it, I decided right there. Just not right now.

IAN

I felt it before I saw it. Timmy had slid his hand over to my thigh. Interesting, I thought, he is displaying affection, here in front of his folks. Maybe something is sinking in, or maybe he isn't aware.

It didn't bother me in the least. Let him show himself to his folks. I loved it when a girl or a boy showed attention to me in public. It said more about them than it said about me. He was displaying proper behavior as far as I was concerned. Paying attention to me. I glanced over at him, he was staring off into space. His mind was somewhere else. He probably didn't realize he was displaying his need to touch his man. I looked around and his dad was staring at the tube and his mom was reading a book. They weren't watching anyway, but if he kept it up, they would.

I took Timmy's hand and moved it over the crotch of my pants. My dick was half hard and he noticed it right away and pulled his hand back after looking up at me immediately. Timmy jumped up all of a sudden.

"uh, I'm thirsty," he announced to the room. His folks looked over at him. "Anyone need anything to drink?" he asked.

"Ian, you interested in a beer?" his Dad asked.

"Yeah, why the heck, not?" I replied. Let Timmy retrieve a beer, he was used to that.

"Mom? A glass of wine?" Timmy asked.

"No, I think I'll pass tonight, Tim."

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit," he said looking at me oddly.

When he returned he gave me and his dad a beer. He had a glass of white wine in his other hand.

"No dear, I said I didn't want one," his mom told him looking at him return to the room.

"Yes, I know. I just thought I would have some wine," he told her.

I had to grin at that. Tim remembered his lessons from the frat. Beer for men, white wine for the girls. In fact, when he finished handing out the beers, Tim didn't sit back on the sofa. He sat on the floor, in front and to my left, not blocking me. He leaned back against the sofa and my leg at the same time, maintaining some contact but on the floor. Good job I thought. I also wondered what had gotten in to him, performing like this in front of his folks. I tousled his hair as if he were a kid.

We watched the game, chatted about usual family stuff, what I was doing, what my plans were. It wasn't tough, it was a hell of a lot easier than if I was at some chick's family for the first time. I realized that this was different. They didn't know I was their son's Master. They weren't aware he would do and be what I wanted him to be. I chilled and enjoyed Timmy jumping up and grabbing me a beer whenever I was empty. All I needed to do was tap the empty on his shoulder and he was up and off to grab another. He always came back with one for his Dad too.

Before I knew it, Timmy's Mom was off. She said she was tired and was not going to compete with the game any longer. She headed off to bed and left us guys, well me and Bob there with Timmy. I ruffled his hair again. I was nicely buzzed and figured Timmy and Bob were too. We hadn't moved in a couple hours and Timmy had kept getting us more beers. He had more wine most of those times he got up also.

"That's enough beer for me," Bob stated. He stood and wobbled only slightly.
`Your mom is going to want us up reasonably early. We have to go shopping so you have something to give her."

"Okay Dad. Thanks for everything, I mean you know, earlier," Timmy slurred slightly.

"I know what you mean," Bob told him before wandering off to their bedroom.

"You drank a lot tonight," I told him. "Anything bothering you?"

He turned around to look at me. "Come on," he said taking my hand. "Please come upstairs and fuck me," he said a bit demandingly. "I really need it."

I just laughed. Twin beds and at his folk's place. Little fag had gotten to where he could tell himself and me that he needed my cock. I let him pull me up off the sofa and start to head off to his old room. I pulled my hand back from his and grabbed ahold of his ass. Then I reached up my other hand and grabbed his hair and pulled him back to me. I leaned in to his ear and whispered.

"Remember who begged for this," I told him. "I'm going to make you scream tonight."

Timmy blushed. "I can't scream loud," he said. "I don't want to wake up my parents."

I let go of his hair but held on to his ass as he kept walking.

"You'll scream, you always do," I replied.

"I was drinking cuz I thought I would tell my Dad that I'm gay," he said. "I want it out of the way."

"That's fine by me," I told him. "What are you going to tell them about me?"

"I don't know. I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"If I come up in the discussion, you make it clear who I am and what you are. As long as you are truthful and don't make it up, you may say what you want, Timmy." We had gotten to his room by then. I spun him around and grabbed him by the nuts. "If I hear any version of what you tell your Dad and it involves boyfriends or love then I'll be pissed. I'm not your boyfriend."

"No Sir. I mean yes, Sir, I understand. You aren't my boyfriend. I'm your fag and you turned me out."

"I can live with that, if my name comes up, Timmy. If your parents have any smarts they'll figure it out anyway."

"Yes, Sir."

I pushed him onto one of the beds. I grabbed his pants, undid them, and yanked them off. Then I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. I yanked off his thong and left his socks on him. He looked a bit surprised. I removed my own shirt and pants and climbed on the little bed. I straddled his chest and my cock hung towards his mouth. I took my hands and opened his mouth, spreading his lips wide. I said nothing, he knew I could use his body however I wanted. I slid the head into his mouth and Timmy's lips closed around it and I sighed at the same time he did.

He continued to make little whimpers as I shoved more and more of my dick inside his throat. It felt fucking great as he groaned as I shoved back into him as far as I could go. He just kept making sighing, whimpering, and groaning sounds that my dick picked up. I could feel his lips and throat vibrating my cock nearly the whole time as he got me all wet and slick. I yanked my cock back out of his throat and gave him a quick slap on his cheek.

"Get on your back and those legs up in the air, boy. You wanted my cock and I hope you're ready for a good long fuck."

Timmy spun around and flipped over so I could access that pussy while standing beside the bed.

"Now be quiet if you're all that concerned,' I told him.

I rubbed my pole along his crack to slick it up but Timmy already was wet and ready. His hole no longer needed prep. He was adjusting to having a cunt that was ready for action. I pushed at the entrance and he whimpered again as I sank balls deep in a quick stroke.

"Oh god, yaaassss, now fuck me. Please fuck me, Sir."

"I've made you a cockslut, Timmy. No way around that. You need this dick inside you."

"Yes, I needed it so bad."

I started with a slow grinding, keeping all of it in him and letting him feel the full length and girth. He was already making noise. If he really wanted to be quiet, I'd help him out. I reached over and grabbed his t-shirt and wrapped it quickly around his face, stuffing it in his mouth and tying it behind his head. He didn't even know it was coming. His eyes popped open and he stared at me.

"You need to be quiet, boy. You don't want Mommy hearing you."

I went back to grinding and shoving my cock around in him. His ass matched my grinding as he tried to get more cock inside than was possible. I wondered if I should try to find someone who was bigger than me to fuck him once or twice, but then let that thought go. He needed to realize mine was the biggest he'd ever get. Slowly I started pulling bac more on my strokes. I began pounding in and out, slowly at first. Slam it in, grind it around, then slide back some. Timmy's ass grabbed at my dick when I started pulling back.

"You just love that dick don't you? You need it deep and you need it hard."

"Mmmpphhh,"

"That's right. Kinda like you quiet. Might do this more often. Maybe get a cock to stuff in your throat while I hammer this hole."

"mmmrrrmmmpphhhh"

"Shut up, Timmy."

I started a good fuck. I closed my eyes and focused on his pussy. The smooth wetness of his insides, the clutching and release of his muscles as I pulled back and shoved in, the warmth of being inside his cunt. Fuck it felt so good. Timmy's legs wrapped around my back and tried to pull me in. I stopped for a few seconds to grab his legs and bring them back in front. I folded them across his body and held them there. I supported myself by pushing on his crossed legs. I had a good view of that hole now. Watched it pucker and loosen. It had developed a nice gape and look of a slit. He was getting to the place where his hole looked a bit like Danny's hole did. It was beginning to loo like a pussy getting dicked.

I loved all types of pussy, I realized. Back door, front door, didn't matter. They were all usually wet and warm after a few minutes with me. I hadn't met anyone who didn't enjoy getting my cock in as far as they could take it. Timmy honestly being the best about taking whatever I dished out. I was hammering away at this point, fucking him hard. Thinking about how I'd broken him, turned him out, made him my cockslut. My reverie was interrupted by a slowly growing guttural moaning that was coming from Timmy. I opened my eyes to see his were closed. He was writhing on the bed just moaning deep in his chest and throat. His hands were behind his head and his hard dick was bouncing away on his belly. Who knew what he was thinking? But he was the one who wanted to be quiet, so I would try to keep him quiet then. I reached out with one hand and wrapped it on his throat. His eyes popped open.

"You need to be quiet, boy. You said that is what you wanted. I thought gagging your mouth would do it but no, you just keep making louder and louder moaning. Now I'm going to see if this helps."

I continued my pounding only now I was choking him so he couldn't make as much noise. I wasn't choking him out, but I had him in a good grip. He was staring at me with a look of some fear. His face was a bit pink now. It was fucking hot to see him quiet for once and realizing the control this gave me. He made these gurgling noises and when I released a little he inhaled to breathe.

"Yes, you can breathe," I let him know, "you just need to be quiet so I am helping you with that. You need the cock more than you need to breathe right now I'm thinking. If that weren't true you'd be fighting a little, Timmy. But you aren't you're letting me regulate that air intake just like I regulate this pussy I'm using."

His hands went to my chest and he stretched to reach my nipples. He began to rub them and twist them lightly. His cunt tightened down on my dick just as my hand had tightened down on his throat.

"That's it. Get me off," I ordered. "Milk my pole."

Timmy squirmed on the bed. He didn't exactly try to get away but he sure did squeeze down on my dick. I could feel his pussy tighten and loosen in a pattern that felt fucking great. He began humping back and forth on my dick, pulling back and thrusting himself back and forth. I matched his thrusts onto me pushing back into him. I kept the pressure on his throat and he made no more noise like he had before. I wasn't against Timmy screaming out my name but he was the one who wanted to be quiet. I was simply helping him to his goal.

"That's it, bitch. Work my dick. It feels good, doesn't it?" Timmy nodded as I released some pressure on his neck. "I know it feels good for you because It feels damn good for me. I know you love getting me off." Another nod from him.

I clamped back down a bit on his throat. And he humped harder as I thrust harder and then he lost eye contact with me. His eyes closed and his dick exploded with cum. It shot out and sprayed his face, my arm, his chest. It also caused him to clamp down hard on my cock. He squeezed and my dick erupted inside his hole. I coud feel my balls tighten up and pump his pussy full. As I continued to pump into him, my load began squishing out around the sides of his pussy. I must be cumming buckets I thought. Timmy shuddered and he stopped humping as he shot his wad. His hole was so tight as he clamped on me and I really had to push hard to pump my load deep inside him.

"Fuck your muscle control is great, Timmy. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Take it. Take my load!"

I collapsed on top of him, falling heavily onto him. My hand fell away from his throat and he took a deep breath. I moved my arm over to his mouth.

"Clean it up, Timmy. You blew your fag load all over me."

He opened his eyes and stuck out his tongue. He began slowly cleaning up his own cum. Eventually he lapped at it heartily.

"I may need to lock up that dick of yours if you keep cumming on me. Not sure I need to be covered in your load. Doesn't seem quite right letting you blow on me. You better keep an eye on that moving forward."

He looked a bit surprised that I would say that. I had always told him I didn't care if he came or not, and truly I didn't care, but maybe I should lock him up. Johnson thought all fags needed it.

"Yes Sir," was all he said back to me. I think he realized I was serious in my warning.

"Okay Timmy, I'm going to sleep. I'm exhausted. All that driving today wore me out."

I moved over to the other twin bed, leaving Timmy in his own. It was just an old twin mattress but it was nice to get into a bed on my own, my own space where Timmy was on his own.

"Good night, Sir," he said quietly. I grunted back at him before rolling away to face the wall.