Date: Sun, 19 May 2013 21:16:11 -0700
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cigar Boy Chapter 10

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 10

Mike allowed me to spend the night with him after I finally dismounted his
cock. I was pretty worn out so I actually fell asleep while Mike was
watching something on TV.  I was sitting on the floor with my head on his
lap and he was stroking the back of my head as I nodded off.

The next morning I woke up in Mike's bed with his arms wrapped tightly
around me.  I laid there for what seemed like an hour before Mike woke up.
I was ready for my morning fucking and started rubbing my ass up and down
on Mike's cock.  But instead he slapped my ass.

"You're turning into a really needy little boy."  I heard as the slap hit
my ass.  "Not this morning boy.  But if your good, then maybe later."

Mike got up and went into the bathroom and I was sort of just left there in
the bed wondering what I had done wrong.  Every morning that I can remember
waking up next to Mike has started with him fucking me.  Since he didn't
fuck me this morning, does that mean I had done something wrong?  Did Mike
still want me?  I felt like my world was closing in on me.

"Are you going to get your ass in here boy?" Mike called from the bathroom
and all the thoughts disappeared as I scrambled to get into the shower with
him.

After the shower Mike put some ointment on my new piercing and moved the
ring around and gently played with it.  Mike was grinning from ear to ear
as he played with my new pa too. I think he was getting more enjoyment out
of it then I would.  And to be honest I was more concerned with how I was
going to hide this from the guys at school and my parents.

Not that I really wanted to deal with my parents.  I had managed not to
think about my dad for a couple of days.  But I knew that I was going to
have to go home at some point and deal with him.

"What's going on boy?" Mike asked as he could see I was deep in thought.

"Just thinking about my dad and not wanting to go home." I said.

"Why not boy?  What's going on with your dad?" Mike asked with a concerned
tone in his voice.

I explained to Mike that my dad and I had not been getting along since
before his deployment and now that he was home it was only getting worse.
I had never really had a good relationship with my father.  I mean we did
most of the normal things like throw the football back and forth, or go to
see a game.  But most of the time that I can remember my dad was never
home.  Even when he was not on deployment he spent most of his time on
base.

After we got out of the shower Mike told me to get dressed and said he
would drop me off at my house so I could get some clothes for school and my
books I had left there.  Mike said it was important that I do my homework,
even if I had to do it at his house.

So we got into Mike's big truck.  As usual all the windows were up and Mike
was smoking a cigar so was sure I was going to smell like one when I went
home.  Mike even offered the cigar to me at one point and when I sort of
shook my head, I got a palm to the back of my head.

I took his cigar and smoked it like I did last night filling my mouth with
the smoke then letting the smoke roll out of my open mouth.  To my surprise
Mike just watched while we sat at a light then patted my leg and told me
what a good boy I was becoming.

I can remember Mike telling me that first night that all his boys smoked
cigars.  I guess this means I am closer to being one of his boys.

As we pulled up to my house Mike took his cigar back and told me that he
would be back in 30 minutes and that I had better be waiting for him out
near the street.  I told him I would make sure I was there but he just
stared at me.  Then I remembered to say "SIR".

I got another lecture on calling Mike either Dad or Sir.  It was hard, I
didn't think of him as my dad, although I did secretly wish he were my
father.  I hated calling anyone Sir since my real dad was military and he
used to beat that over my head.  But I guess all this is changing and I
need to remember to call Mike Sir at least.

As I opened the door the first thing I heard was dad.  "Adam is that you?"
he called out.

"Yeah" I answered back as I made a beeline to my room to get my stuff and
get out as fast as I could.

"Come here, we need to talk." Dad replied and that was the one thing I
feared the most.

"I'm kind of in a hurry." I yelled back as I got to my bedroom door.

"I said to come here, don't make me come to you." Dad's response was like a
tape recording of all the past conversations we had had.

I reached to open my bedroom door but it was locked.  I couldn't open the
door.  Somehow dad had locked my bedroom and now I couldn't even get into
it.  All my stuff was in that room.  My clothes, my games, even my school
stuff was in there and I couldn't open the door.

"I told you to get your ass in here." Dad's voice rang out through the
house like thunder.

I dropped my head and went into the family room where dad was standing,
still in his uniform.  I was dreading this conversation with him.  I really
think that he would rather me run away anyway then have to admit to his
friends that I was his son.

"Yeah" I said as I came through the door.

"What in hell are you wearing?" Was the first thing to come out of dad's
mouth.  Followed by "and why do I smell cigar smoke?"

Come to think of it I had not really thought much about what I was wearing
anymore.  Mike had me in combat boots, tight jeans, and a wife beater.
This was actually pretty normal for me now a days.  The thought of being in
anything else actually felt wrong.  I guess dad should consider himself
lucky that I wasn't wearing that butt plug that Mike had me wearing most of
yesterday.

"What does it matter what I wear, you never cared about it before." I
sniped back at dad.

"I told you before if you're going to live in this house you're going to
live by my rules." Was dad's normal response to anything I did he didn't
like.

"Mom doesn't care what I wear." I fired back.

"Your mom hasn't seen you in almost a month." Was dad's come back and now
that I think about it he might be right.

"Well, let me get my stuff out of my room and I will get out of your
house." I knew this was going to go nowhere but it was worth a shot.

"If you want to leave so bad then get out." Dad fumed at me. "But don't
think your taking any of your stuff with you."

I turned around without saying a word and walked straight for the front
door.  No sooner had I gotten outside but I could hear my dad shouting.  I
knew Mike had told to stay at the street in front of my house but I just
couldn't stand there like that.  So I started walking in the direction of
Mike's house.

It was pretty warm and I started sweating almost immediately.  I am sure
with my shaved head, tight jeans, and wife beater I looked like a skin head
or something.  Add to that the fact I was skinny, tall and very white.  But
right now the only thing I could think about was dad and how mad he made
me.

I heard Mike's truck before I could even see it.  So I stopped and turned
around waiting to see him turn the corner.  When he did the first thing I
noticed was that he wasn't alone.  I couldn't tell who was in the truck
with him, but I could see that someone was in the passenger seat.  I guess
that meant that I was going to be in the back of the truck but I really
didn't care right now.

As Mike's truck got closer I could tell that it was not Eric or Rob with
him.  It looked like another man in the passenger seat.  I thought maybe it
was Tim from the piercing shop, but it didn't really look like him either.

Mike pulled off the side of the road in front of me and motioned toward the
back of the truck.  I got up in the bed and sat down and off we went,
heading back toward Mike's house.

I was still fuming about dad when I noticed that we had passed Mike's house
and were headed out of town.  I tried to figure out where we could be going
but when the countryside turned into nothing but trees I was lost.

It was Sunday night.  I didn't have my school books or homework done.  I
didn't even have a change of clothes to wear tomorrow.  But right now all
of that seemed stupid since I didn't even know where I was or where I was
going.

Part of me didn't care.  I mean I just ran away from home.  I walked out on
my dad and I am sure he is never going to let me come home again.  But part
of me was also scared and homesick.  I mean yeah he was a prick at times,
but he was my dad, and what about mom?  What was dad going to say to mom?

It started getting dark and except for the occasional smell of cigar smoke
coming out of the cab of the truck, I had no contact with Mike or the guy
in the passenger seat.  I did get curious about who could be in there with
Mike.  He seemed pretty big.  He had really broad shoulders and was wearing
a baseball cap.  He was also smoking cigars with Mike so I figured it was
one of his friends.

Maybe we were taking him home or something.  Who knew?  I sure didn't.

The truck finally turned down this dirt road out in the middle of nowhere
and as Mike went speeding down it, I got bounced all over the back.
Eventually we stopped in front of this small cabin.  There were at least 5
if not 7 other trucks and cars around the front of this small place and
there were several groups of guys standing around, drinking, and talking on
the porch.

"You going to get out of the truck boy or am I going to have to pull you
out?" Mike said with a smirk on his face.

As I was getting out of the truck I could feel all the eyes on me.  Then
when I turned back to where I could see the porch I could see everyone
looking at me.  This was also the first time I could really get a good look
at the men on the porch and the boys with them.

Most of the men looked like Mike in that they were broad shouldered guys,
most had facial hair, and most were very beefy.  But the boys were almost
the exact opposite.  The boys were skinner, leaner, and you could almost
pick out which boy went with which man by how they were dressed.  There
were a few wearing black leather outfits.  But the one that got my
attention from the very start was Rob.

Jim was standing on the porch and Rob was on all fours at his feet.  He had
leather looking jock strap on, boots and something covering his hands, a
collar around his neck, and his tail.  The minute he saw me he started to
run on all fours toward me and I didn't know what to do.  I figured I was
about to get tackled when Jim whistled really loud and Rob stopped and
turned his head around to look at Jim.

Jim pointed to the ground at his feet and Rob whined a little but started
back to his spot.  When Rob got there he sat back down and Jim started
stroking his head.  It was all so surreal.

While all of this was going on, Mike's friend had gotten out of the truck
and was walking behind me.  As we got closer to the house, Mike stopped and
turned around looking me square in the eyes.

"You need to listen to me boy" he started.  "Tonight is no joke.  You
better stay by my side at all times.  If you wander off you're fair game to
any of the men in here."  His face was very stern as he told me this.  "Do
you understand what I am telling you boy?"

"Yes Sir." I managed to say.  But the reality was that I was so scared by
the crowd of men standing around that I would probably be hiding behind
Mike.

Mike's friend laughed when I told Mike "Yes Sir" and that's when he really
caught my attention.  I knew that voice.  I had heard it before, many
times.  It was a friend of my dad's from the base.  I couldn't remember the
name but I would never forget that deep voice.

"Hello Adam." He said as I turned around.  "You remember me don't you?"

"Yes and No" I said followed by a slap to the back of the head by Mike.  "I
mean yes and no Sir."

"I remember you boy.  I remember all the times your dad used to bring you
to the base." He started.  "Your dad and I have worked together now in a
couple of different units.  It seems every time your dad would get
reassigned he would pull me with him."

"Yes Sir." I said not wanting to let on that I couldn't remember his name.

"Yeah Mike, I always knew this boy would turn out to be a cock hound." The
man said.

"That he is Bill." Mike said and that's when it clicked.  Bill Jacobs was
his name and dad liked having him as his Sargent Major.  He was a big man
and I have to admit I had often wondered about what he was like when not in
uniform.

Mike started to walk into the cabin and I was right behind him with Bill
following close behind me.  Mike was cutting a path through the crowd,
stopping to talk to other men, and having guys shake his hand.  Bill was
doing the same.  It seemed like both of them had been here before.

Mike seemed to know everyone and was constantly showing me off as he made
his way into the main room of the cabin.  "This is my new boy, Adam." I
would hear him tell men as they looked me over.  Most of these men had boys
with them, but there were a few that seemed to be alone.

What I noticed were the boys.  I would say most were about my age, but
there were some that were older and a few that were younger.  Most were in
underwear, or jocks.  Some were in short jeans, and there were a few that
were dressed like little kids.  The one thing that most of them had in
common was a collar.  I saw collars on just about every boy I saw there.
Some were leather, and some were metal.  Several were chains with locks.

This one boy caught my attention right away.  He looked like he could have
been a senior in high school, a real jock.  He was really muscular.  But he
was on his knees, hands behind him, and something in his mouth that was
strapped around his head and held an ashtray right in front of his face.
There were a few men standing around talking all smoking cigars and using
the ashtray.  The smoke looked like it was going right into his face and
his eyes were red and watery.  Despite all this, he looked like he had a
hard on under the leather jock he was wearing.

Then there were all the "puppy boys" that were running around chasing each
other and playing.  They all had tails and knee pads.  Some had things on
their hands that made them more like paws.  There were even a few that had
masks on that made them look more like a dog.  Most were playing, except
for Rob who was being held at Jim's side.  I was wondering if this was
Rob's first time here too.  If I ever get to see him again in school I will
have to ask.

Once we got into the living room, Mike stopped and spotted a chair and took
a seat.  Bill wondered off talking to other men and feeling up most of the
boys as he passed them.  To my surprise most either didn't react at all, or
pushed their ass or crotch out depending on what Bill was feeling.  I just
stood there for a minute looking at Mike wondering what I should be doing,
but I didn't have to wait long before Mike grabbed my waist and pulled me
over to sit on his lap.

Once I was seated, Mike pulled out a cigar and handed it to me.  Then he
handed me the lighter and clipper.  I didn't wait to be told what to do.  I
immediately prepped the cigar and lit it.  Then took a big mouthful of
smoke and let it roll out before handing the cigar over to Mike.  I was
lost in my own little world while I played out this ritual that Mike had
instilled in me.  So much so that it wasn't until I handed the cigar over
that I noticed how many men and boys were staring at me.

"Sir did I do something wrong?" I quietly asked Mike.

"No boy, you did everything just fine." Mike replied with a huge grin on
his face.

"Then why is everyone staring at me Sir?" I said sheepishly.

"Because you just did something most of them can't." Mike continued to
grin.  "And they are jealous."

Mike continued to sit there as the men paraded by with their boys.  I
didn't say anything or move out of fear basically.  I didn't want to end up
pissing Mike off or get trapped like Mike had warmed me about.

Bill showed back up with a young African American boy in tow.  He literally
had the boy by a leash and brought him by for Mike's approval, I guess.
When the boy got near Mike, Mike reached out and the boy placed his groin
in Mike's hand.  Mike squeezed and the boy nearly fell to his knees, but
managed to remain standing.  This all happened while Mike and Bill were
talking about the virtues of a black boy verses a white one.

After a few minutes Bill grabbed the boy by the shoulders and turned him
around.  Then Bill pushed on the boy's shoulders and he bent over sticking
his ass out and toward Mike.  Since the boy only had a jock strap on, Mike
had easy access to feel the boy's ass and without the boy even making a
sound, Mike sank several fingers into the boy's hole.

Mike told Bill it felt well used and sloppy.  I would have taken that as a
bad thing, but Bill just smiled from ear to ear and said he knew.

After that Bill disappeared into the crowd of men with the boy in tow and I
didn't have to use too much of my imagination to figure out what Bill was
about to do to that boy.  Actually the only real question I had in my mind
was if the boy was coming home with us or not.

About ten minutes after Bill had disappeared; Jim and Rob came through the
crowd and made their way over to us.  When Mike saw them coming I could see
him roll his eyes and let out a slight sigh.  But Mike held his composure
and even managed a smile as they got closer.

While Mike and Jim talked, I felt Rob pawing at my legs.  When I looked
down Rob looked up at me with this weird look, almost a cross between fear
and excitement.  Rod was literally whimpering as he pawed at me, but I
didn't know what to do.

Jim was telling Mike he should let us go wonder around and play before
everything got started.  Mike was saying that it was not a good idea.  I
couldn't help but think that they would never agree on anything.  All the
while Rob is doing everything he can to get my attention.

"Sir is there a bathroom I can use?" I asked finally just trying to end all
this.

"Depends on what you need to do boy?" Mike replied with a funny look on his
face.

"Piss Sir" I said really frankly.

"Outside you go then boy," Mike pointed toward the front door we had come
in through, "And since Rob seems to be fidgeting so badly, take him with
you."

I started toward the door and Rob was right behind me.  It was hard to get
around some of the groups of men standing around, but I really wanted out
and for once Rob was helpful as he would start barking if someone didn't
move.

Once outside I tried to get Rob to talk but it wasn't until we were away
from the house before he said anything.  Rob told me how he had overheard
Jim telling someone that Rob was going to be breed to a real dog.  This was
freaking Rob out and I don't blame him.  I couldn't even imagine something
like that, but the one thing I have learned is that nothing is impossible.

I tried to calm Rob down and told him I would tell Mike and that seemed to
help.  I really did need to pee so I took my cock out and starting pissing
on a tree.  Rob squatted and started peeing on the ground too.  I wanted to
tell him to get off the ground, but at this point I figured what's the use.
I mean he actually seemed more happy on all fours and being treated like a
dog.  I feel better when Mike treats me like a boy and tells me what to do,
so why should I be telling Rob he looks ridiculous on all fours.

So after I put my cock away and waited for Rob to finish, we made our way
back into the cabin.  On our way in I had to ask a few of the men to
politely move.  For the most part they moved without much problem but there
was one guy that was not so nice.  He even tried to grab me.  But of all
things, Rob started barking at him and got between the guy and I.

I never expected Rob to save me from someone, not with him being a puppy
now a days.  But he did it.  Rob's barking brought Mike over to where we
were and when he showed up, the other guy backed down.  It was immediately
clear that Mike was the one this other guy feared, because he apologized
and left us alone.

"I told you to be careful boy." Mike said to me.  Then he turned to Rob and
started petting him on the head and scratching his sides and telling him he
was a good boy.  "Now go find Jim."  He told Rob and off Rob went through
the crowd of men and boys.

Mike then put a hand on my shoulder and led me through the crowd into one
of the back rooms.  There was Bill with a very satisfied look on his face
and the boy he had shown Mike earlier was sitting on Bills lap and looked
like he had been crying.  I could only imagine that Bill's cock was buried
in the boy's ass.  But I didn't know that for sure.

Mike just nodded at Bill.  Bill nodded back then motioned toward the next
room.  It was like Mike and Bill were having a private conversation.  They
seemed to know what was going on, but neither of them spoke.

In the next room was a man in a full leather body suit tied against the
wall.  There was no skin exposed, not even on his head.  In fact there was
no way, other than the man's size, to know that he was not a boy.

Mike ran his hands all over him and the man never reacted.  Although I'm
not sure I could have even seen him react.  I mean after all he was
basically a big leather doll hanging on the wall.  The more I saw this man
like this the more fascinated I became with the whole thing.  Mike could do
anything he wanted to this guy and there was no way for him to stop it.  I
like Mike telling me what to do, it's comforting.  But this was something
else altogether.

"Touch him boy" Mike's voice broke the silence.

It was almost a question, but more like a command to me.  So I reached out
and put my hand on him.  He was facing the wall, with his back out so I was
basically feeling the man's ass and lower back.  I could feel his breathing
in the leather suit.  I could feel the tension in his back and shoulders as
my hand moved up.  The man's hands were spread out against the wall and
locked in place so there was no way to move.

I could feel the muscle in his leg twitch as I came down the man's inner
thigh.  I would guess from supporting his weight since his feet were not on
the floor.

Maybe out of curiosity or out of a sadistic impulse learned from being
around Mike, I reach through to the man's crotch and tried to find his
balls or cock.  But much to my surprise, I felt something hard and there
was no way for me to squeeze him or find out if he was hard or not.

Mike was just standing back and watching as I explored this man's body.  He
pulled out a cigar and just stood back and started to smoke while I ran my
hands all over the leather skin of this man tied to the wall like a piece
of art.

"Do you like that boy?" Mike finally asked me.

I turned around to answer him and he had sat down in this big wing back
chair that looked more like a throne with its king firmly planted and
ruling from it.  "I do Sir," was my only answer.

"What do you like about it boy?" Mike pushed.

I turned back around and started stroking the leather again as I tried to
figure that out.  "I'm not overly sure Sir, I just know I like it."

"Do you like the idea of being in it boy? Or does the idea that the person
inside is helpless to your will make you feel powerful?" Mike now asked
with a growing sense of interest.

"I think maybe both Sir." I said as I turned back to look at Mike.  When I
saw him he motioned toward his lap and obediently I went over to him even
without thinking about it.  I sat down on his leg and I waited for my face
full of cigar smoke which followed almost as soon as I sat down.  Even
though I had only really known Mike for a month or less, this was a scene
that we had played out over and over again.

Even when there was no sex with Mike, there was always this loving and
caring way that he controlled me and made me feel like I belonged to him.
I long since gave up the idea of trying to keep anything from him.  Mike
knew what I was going to do even before I did.

Mike stood up and walked over to the man and undid some snaps which caused
his ass to be exposed.  Then returning to his chair, Mike sat back down and
reached behind the chair and picked up a prod looking thing.  Mike motioned
for me to come over and then handed me the long metal looking prod and
pointed to the man's exposed ass.

"Go on boy" Mike said while motioning toward the man.

I walked over and just stood there, looking at this man hanging on the
wall.  He was totally helpless and Mike wanted me to hurt him.  I mean I
didn't know this man, and he had never done anything to me that I knew of,
but here I was being told to cause him pain for Mike's pleasure.

I looked back at Mike and I could tell he was getting impatient.  Mike
pointed to the man's ass again.  I put the prod to the man's butt cheeks
and I could hear the man start to beg and plead through what must have been
a gag.  I took a deep breath and looked at Mike while I squeezed the
trigger.  That was followed by a muffled scream and then what sounded like
crying.

"Do it again boy" Mike commanded me while sitting back and enjoying his
cigar.

So I did.  I pulled the trigger again and the man screamed and then went
back to crying.  I turned to look at Mike and he was smiling from ear to
ear.

"Did you enjoy that boy?" Mike asked.

"It was okay Sir." I responded.  I felt conflicted causing this man pain.
But Mike motioned toward the man and I knew he wanted me to prod him again.
This went on for about 30 minutes or more.  The more I prodded him the more
he screamed and cried and the more I started to understand what real power
was all about.

Mike took his cock out while all this was going on and started stroking.
Seeing Mike get hard and stroke his cock made me want to hurt this man
more.  That in turn made Mike even harder.  It was like a vicious cycle and
this poor man must have been in complete agony.

Mike stood up and walked over to me putting his hand on my shoulder while
taking the prod from my hands.  I dropped to my knees without Mike having
to apply any pressure and while I was opening my mouth to suck Mike's cock,
Mike was placing the prod in-between the man's cheeks and looked like he
was trying to shove it into the man's ass.

Again the man was begging and pleading and again it didn't seem to matter.
Mike started laughing and then he pulled the trigger and held it.  The man
started to twitch on the end of that prod and Mike continued to hold the
trigger down.  All the time Mike was fucking my mouth harder than I can
ever remember him doing before.

I tried to look up at him while he was face fucking me.  I could see the
cigar in this mouth and the grin on his face while the man on the wall
twitched.  Mike was getting a perverse sense of enjoyment out of this man's
suffering.  I was getting a sick form of enjoyment out of Mike fucking my
face.

Before Mike could cum, he stopped and pulled me to my feet.  Then he turned
to the man on the wall and slowly pushed his cock into his ass.  The man
had long since stopped crying but did start begging again.  Or I should say
trying to beg through his gag.

Mike fucked him hard and for a long time.  Mike showed his ass no mercy.
Nor did Mike show him any compassion.  What Mike did show him was how a man
fucked a toy without regard for it.

I was in awe of how Mike fucked.  Mike would long stroke the man for a
while, and then rabbit fuck him.  Each time the man would beg and Mike
would laugh and blow smoke in his face.  Then Mike would punish his ass
even more.  For what seemed like half an hour, Mike did anything he could
to make this man suffer and all I could do is watch and play with my cock.

Mike finally came and then grabbed my head and shoved my face into the
man's ass.

"Eat my cum out of that worn out ass boy" Mike commanded and so I did.

I did all I could to get my man's cum out of this ass.  I mean Mike was my
man.  He was the one I wanted to be with the most.  I wanted to be with
Mike even more then my own father.  Mike's hand was pushing and holding my
face into this man's ass and I was sucking and slurping just like he
wanted.

"You like that boy?" Mike asked not really expecting a response.  "You like
using your tongue to dig my cum out?"

I shook my head to try to indicate my answer but Mike's hand would not
allow me to move much.

"Good boy" Mike said.  "Good boy, eat my cum out of your dad's ass boy."

END OF CHAPTER 10