Becoming a Boy 35

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TIMMY

"So, can I ask you some questions?"

"Sure, Timmy, ask away," he told me, "If you ask properly." We were in the car headed back to campus finally.

"Uhm, Sir, May I ask you some questions?" He nodded approval. "What does me being your boy mean to you? Ever since we got to your folks place a few days ago, you've been introducing me as your boy."

He glanced over at me then turned back to the road. "It means pretty much that. You're my boy. You belong to me."

"Oh, okay. So, I'm like your boyfriend?"

"No," Ian said and then didn't say anything else. If I wasn't his boyfriend, then what was I?

"But I'm your boy, you keep saying that. What's the difference to you?" I didn't get all of this. Ian never explained it much except when my mouth was wrapped around his cock. There were a lot of uses for boy and other words I didn't get obviously.

"In the sense we are talking now a boy is someone who is submissive and follows the orders or directions he's given. Think back to when you were a kid, you did what your parents said." I didn't want to think about my Mom, I was always doing what she said. Now I was doing what Ian said, so okay I got how he was using the word boy. "If you screwed up then, you got punished somehow, well, that's going to be the same now. You do what I tell you to do and if you screw up, then I will have to punish you, Timmy."

"But I'm an adult now. I'm in college. I haven't been punished by my Mom in ages," I told him.

"Well, I'm not your Mom, I'm your Man. You need that structure though don't you Timmy? You have structure in swimming, you have structure at school, and it has been real obvious from early on this year that you prefer to have someone else telling you what to do. You like it when someone is in charge and you follow their direction, don't you?"

It was my turn to be silent. I just stared at the road ahead and thought about what he said. I did do the things he said and I liked doing them because it seemed to make him happy. It was like pleasing the coach, or Mom. I felt good about myself then. I felt good about myself with Ian, because he liked it when I did as he said. Just doing those things made him happy and then he seemed happy to let me suck him off. And okay, I know I liked sucking his cock. I was good at it and I always came when I did it.

"Okay, maybe you're right," I finally agreed out loud. "So that makes me your boy, then. You sorta see me as, as uhm, like I belong to you? You want to control me." There I said it.

"Pretty much. I see you just like you show yourself to me. You do what I suggest or tell you and you like that. You like when I tell you to do something, you like it when I tell you that is what a good job. I see those things, Timmy. You add that with the fact you like sucking cock and taking my dick up your ass-pussy and you just aren't a guy anymore. You're changing, which is good. You're changing to who you really are. You're a boy, but you aren't like Danny or Bailey, you aren't a fagÉyet. So you're my boy. I really have learned that I enjoy having a boy around in the last year, so I'm glad you are learning you're happy being that boy."

"I'm not sure I can ever be as, well as, as gay as they are. I mean they are way queer to me. I'm not like comfortable being as faggy as they are. They paint their nails, hell, their nails are long, their hair is long, I just don't see me that way."

Ian laughed at me. "If you mean as girly as Danny, no, I don't see that either. He and his friend Bailey are femme-boys. I don't want you to be like Danny. I get off on watching a guy like you, a stud who could get a girl, give in to me. I get fucking hot when I watch you on your knees and my dick is buried in your face. I get off knowing that you will beg for my cock. I get hard knowing you'll take it when I want to give it it you. I get off when I have control of you. There isn't much of a challenge getting someone like Danny to suck a dick. You saw that girly boy at Halloween, what was her name? He was down on me in no time, bent over the bed. Look, I like your body as is, I helped get you there. I want you to keep working on the areas I already told you about. I like knowing I helped get you to the way I want you to look. And for the hair, well, I do want your hair a bit longer still. Don't sweat it. I will never have you looking like Danny."

"Oh, okay," I said. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing. I wasn't a fag yet, in Ian's mind, but he wanted me to be a fag. I mean that was cool he liked my body, but! "So what is a fag?"

"A fag is what you are going to become. It isn't derogatory, it is a way a sub guy carries himself. It's total service to his man. I have plenty of things in my life that I could use someone to take care of for me. Laundry, some research for classes, cleaning my room, cooking. These are all things you are going to start doing, regularly. And don't tell me you can't do it either. I know you can. You already do that stuff for yourself, you can just add mine to the list. A fag serves a man, doing what the man says and not other stuff. Plus, a fag loves cock when his man gives it to him."

So, really I was already doing a lot of what he said made someone a fag. I knew I loved his cock, and I loved hearing I had done well in doing what he asked. "But all that will add a lot of extra time to the stuff I already have to do. What about swim team, or working out, or my other stuff in life."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Sir." I believed it now. I belonged to Ian. I gave up what little he hadn't used over the weekend. Hell, even his family knew now that I was Ian's boy.

"So who's work is most important to you?"

"Uhm, yours? I guess, Sir."

"That's right and obedience is what I expect from my boy, my fag. You need to be trained to be as good of a servant, a good a fag as possible for me. I have expectations for you now. You want my dick, my attention, you want to spend time with me, well these are some of the things you'll need to do to get that attention."

"But being a fag sounds, I don't know, I hadn't really thought about any of this stuff. I'm just now understanding that I want your cock." I didn't see myself being this fag. I couldn't imagine doing all of the stuff he was describing and still getting my own stuff done. I did like getting to suck his cock and learning that it felt so damn good when he fucked me. What did having to do all that extra work have to do with getting his cock? Couldn't I just be a good cocksucker for him?

"See, Timmy, I don't care. I don't need to hear the whining. You learn to be a good boy, a good fag, and I'll be happy. You want me happy don't you?" Of course I wanted him happy. I liked it a whole lot better when he was happy. The couple times he wasn't happy was definitely not fun for me.

"Yes, Sir. I like you happy,' I agreed.

"Then there isn't anything to worry about. You continue to do your regular stuff and I'm going to add things to that and we'll see how it goes. You'll be putting out plenty. My cock needs attention all the time, you know that. If things get overwhelming, you have to tell me though. Otherwise I won't know if I need to punish you or if you are just lagging because of your secondary chores, meaning other stuff besides what I give you to do."

"Secondary? But what about school and swimming?" Those had always been my first priorities. He wanted me to give up my priorities for his.

"Those aren't my priorities, Timmy. Get used to it. We just covered it. My priorities are now your priorities. What I tell you to do comes first, that other stuff is stuff I'm not as interested in. You'll adjust," he told me. He didn't say anything else and I had to think about all of this.

He wanted his priorities to come before other stuff. He wanted control over me. What about school? My folks would freak if I fucked up school because I was doing other stuff. I wanted a degree. It would get me a good job. It was my ticket out of being with my parents. No way did I want to go back home to them if I got tied up in Ian's chores and not doing my own. But no way did I want to not be around Ian. I really did love the way he made me feel and how fucking hot it was when we had sex.

IAN

Timmy's brain was going a mile a minute I could tell. He obviously was just beginning to think through all of the stuff that was going on. I knew he was a little dense but I guess the fags brought out all of his stress about everything. I just smiled to myself as I watched him think stuff through. He was staring off into space as I drove.

I thought it was a pretty good talk. I had wondered if dragging him to the family would be a good idea, but it worked out better than I had imagined. I got to bust his cherry open and start making that my pussy. I had started introducing him as my boy, which was a test to see how that would go over at home. I hadn't counted on Grandpa figuring stuff out but what the hell. I was totally cool with Mom and the rest knowing Timmy was my fag. Now, he was catching on to that too. He didn't seem too bent out of shape about anything I had said. He seemed to at least be considering it all now, what I expected of him.

I had wondered if I could move him from not thinking about this stuff to purposefully recognizing that my happiness would lead to his happiness. My tasks were going to become his tasks. Fuck, I was boned thinking about the prospects. Man, there was no way a chick would ever let me get away with that, or if they did, none that I wanted to fuck. But Timmy had already let me get him in better shape for what I wanted, and he was acknowledging me as Sir. If I didn't want to fuck him good and hard back at the frat, I would have had him blow me right here in the car.

CHUCK

"Honey, what do you think of Ian and Timmy?" Jan asked as we got into bed that night.

"What do you mean what do I think of them?" Where was she going with this? I really didn't want to get into Ian's life and do a lot of explaining to her.

"Well, I talked to Ian about Timmy. I told him I thought Timmy was gay and that Ian might be leading him on."

"You think so?" I asked back. I was a bit surprised she had come to that conclusion. I didn't see Timmy as gay acting at all. I knew he was a new fag, but he didn't act like the other fags I knew.

"Ian said that he knew Timmy was gay and he knew that Timmy had a crush on him. He even said he and Timmy have sex. I don't get it, Chuck. I thought Ian was normal, well you know what I mean, heterosexual."

"Ian said that? Huh," I exhaled. At least he had talked to his mother about it, in case he kept Timmy around.

"I mean, do all guys go through a gay phase?" she asked me. "Did you ever have sex with a guy when you were Ian's age?"

I laughed. I could answer that one safely. "No, no Jan, I never had sex with a guy when I was Ian's age. I was too busy chasing your skirt," I reminded her. She blushed.

"Well, why would Ian have sex with Timmy? He says he isn't gay, but he also says he doesn't mind the attention that Timmy is giving him. I mean, it was pretty evident after awhile this weekend that Timmy has a big crush on Ian. I just never imagined Ian doing that with guys."

"Well, honey, things are different now from when we grew up. There is no cultural prohibition on being gay. People don't seem to get hung up about it. I'm a bit surprised that Ian said he was having sex with Timmy, though." I wanted to keep her thinking I was clueless. Let her tell me what she wanted to say.

"He says he likes the attention that Timmy gives him That he likes the fact Timmy is totally into him. If it makes it easier on me I should think of him as Bi. We may never get grandkids, Chuck. What if both of our sons are gay?"

"Jan, really? I don't imagine Ian is going to let Timmy stop him from finding a nice girl and getting married if he wants to do that. Even if he was gay, people can still have kids these days." I wanted to laugh, that was her big concern, grandkids. I guess she figured Danny wasn't going to do that for her. I hadn't even thought about grandkids.

"Well, it's something I think about," she said adamantly. "I would like to have a grandbaby to spoil someday. Anyway, I still can't figure it out. What would Ian see in Timmy? Ian is so handsome; he could find a lot of girls I bet."

"Well, why don't you just go with what Ian said, dear. He likes the fact Timmy is infatuated with him. He likes the attention. Don't you enjoy being flattered by other people besides me?" I asked. As I did so I reached over and pulled her close.

"Chuck, I'm trying to have a conversation with you." I reached into her nightie and grabbed right where I wanted to grab. "Chuck! you big lug."

I laughed again but didn't move my fingers from her slot. "Come on, Jan, admit it. You like the attention at times from other people."

"But I never do anything about it. I try to ignore it. I didn't just hop into bed with any of them."

"Would you like to?" I questioned her as I moved my fingers around, trying to get her to relax.

"Chuck, you know how I feel about that. You've always been plenty for me."

"That wasn't my question. Have you ever thought about any of the people who might be infatuated with you?"

"mmmm, you're terrible, Chuck. You're teasing me with your fingers and trying to make me answer questions. Mmmmm, that feels good and you know that."

"and," I wanted her to continue talking.

"No, not really, ughhmmmmmm, you know you are going to have to finish this if you start."

"I'm well aware of what I'm doing Jan," I ground my hard cock against her. "Now, never ever, you never wanted to just see what someone else would be like?"

"Mmmmmm, Chuck. I never did anything with anyone else."

I let go of her and moved around between her legs. I moved down her body with my hands until I had propped her legs up and her feet were planted flat on the mattress. I moved my face down her vag and started licking gently. I could hear her moaning. "Never had someone infatuated with you? Never knew that someone might like to get in your skirt?" I licked more as she moaned. "Come on, Jan, fess up," I told her and went back to flicking my tongue along her slit occasionally flipping the tip against her clit.

"Mmmmmmm, IÉI  think so. Maybe one or two."

"Oh, I bet there are a few people who you thought might be interested. You're too good looking for no attention." I thrust my tongue in deeper and lapped at her silky insides. She was getting ready for me. I used my hand to spread her open and rubbed gently at her clit while I licked and slurped.

"Oh gooodddd, you're always so good."

"I know, baby. And you're always so hot for me."

"mmmmm Chuck."

I slid up and put my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She moaned yes, yes, several times before I started moving it inside her. Her hand moved down to her pussy and spread her lips as I held her legs up in the air. By the time I was fully inside she was writhing on the bed.

"That's the way I like it," I told her, "open and wet. I bet some other admirers would like this too," I teased her. "Bet they would love to know what I'm getting and they aren't."

"Chuck, you're so dirty tonight!"

I talked to her as I fucked her.  She loved it. I told her I enjoyed knowing someone else had wanted inside her but she had said no. Told her how hot she was, how good she was at pleasing me. I didn't lie either. She was good. All the time. Good to me, good to the kids, and fucking great in bed. But I wanted this to open up. I wanted to think about others who might want her and how I could get her to open up this relationship. I wanted more than just her now. Just thinking along these lines as I talked got me off. I blasted a load deep in her. Not before she came of course, getting her to release was primary in this after all, but I blew a huge fucking load deep in that pussy and left her breathing heavy and telling me how good it was and how much she loved it.

 

IAN

Once we got back to the house, I eventually found a parking spot a couple blocks from the house.

"Hey boy, grab the bags and let's get going," I told him.

"All of them?"

"It isn't like you have to carry it all Timmy. They have wheels."

He looked at me briefly and agreed, "yes, Sir."

"Good boy," I let him know. I was going to be giving him a lot of positive feedback these days, because I had a lot of things I intended to do to him. Fuck, I was going to have some fun, screwing with him. He managed to stack a couple bags on top of each other and then carried a couple other bags of shopping we had done over the break. I punched the button on the car key and the doors locked as he finished. "Great, let's get back and see who is around."

Timmy followed me as I walked to the house. Timmy didn't really struggle, but he had to manage several items and I walked with nothing other than the car key in my hand. I did open the front door for him, he didn't even thank me.

"Excuse me, Timmy," I began, "I think you forgot something." He looked around for a time and looked at the bags and looked several other places checking his location. I smiled. I enjoyed him trying to figure out what I was talking about. He began to stammer.

"Uhm..I'm not sureÉwhat did I do?"

"It's what you didn't do, Timmy. You didn't thank me for opening the door for you. I was being a gentleman and you simply ignored that." I smacked the back of his head lightly and he looked at me.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't know I needed to do that."

I smacked the back of his head a bit harder. There wasn't anyone around. It wasn't like people were watching. "Timmy, if I tell you that you did something wrong, you need to ask me what it was and apologize. Then you do what I want and learn to not do it again."

"Oh, ok, Sir." He paused for a few seconds as I stood there. "Oh, uh, thank you Sir for getting the door. I'm sorry I didn't thank you before."

"That's better Timmy, you're welcome. Take the bags up to our rooms. I'll be up there in a couple minutes. I went in and hit the refrigerator. I wanted a beer. I'd have made Timmy get it, but he was going to have enough troubles with the bags, I figured.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped it open. No one was in the kitchen so I just hung there and drank it. After a few minutes I went upstairs to see what Timmy was up to now.

When I got to my room, Timmy was no where to be seen. My bags were sitting outside my door but Timmy wasn't there. Dumb jock. He was going to keep learning. I had counted on it.

"Timmy," I hollered so if anyone was around they heard it. "Timmy, get out here now."

A few seconds after I called for him he came out of his room at a fast pace.

"What? What did I do?"

"It was what you didn't do again, Timmy. You aren't here. If I ask you to take the bags up for me, then I want you to hang here until I am ready to go into my room."

"I, well I just figuredÉI " I smacked him on the head again.

"Don't think for me Timmy. If I say something you do exactly as I say. If you have problems with the instructions, you come find me and ask for clarification. Don't just leave something unfinished. Leaving my bags sitting here is not finishing the job."

"But I didn't have a key to your room."

I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled his face close to my face. "Timmy, One, you did not address me as Sir. Do you see anyone around here right now?

"No. I mean no Sir." He was clearly a bit intimidated, which was pleasing to me.

"Two, my bags are not in my room are they?"

"No, Sir"

"No, they aren't. So if this situation ever happens again, you are going to hang out with my bags and make sure nothing happens to them. This may seem safe to you here, in the frat, but you never know what some jackass will pull here, do you?"

"No, Sir."

"That's right. So I am here now. I'm going to unlock the door and go inside. What are you going to do?"

"Uhm, I'm going to take your bags inside?"

"and, boy?"

"Uhhh" he thought for a few seconds. "Uhhh, I'm going to put your things away, Sir?"

"Good boy. Get to it," I told him as I unlocked the door.

Tim went to work. He put my clothes away. I watched as he searched for the places I kept my various items. He didn't know where to put the suitcase nor what to do with the new things I had bought. I just sat down in my chair and watched him. When he got to where the only things left were unknown he stopped and looked around.

"Uhm, Sir, I don't know what to do with the suitcase. Where would you like it?"

"I keep it under the bed, boy." Timmy slid it under the bed.

"Sir, there are a few other things. What would you like me to do with them?"

I smiled at him. "Good boy, Timmy." He smiled back looking relieved. "Just leave them there on the desk. I`m going to look at the clothes and the other stuff I will deal with later. Now, what else should a good boy do when his man arrives home?"

"Uhm. get you a beer?"

"I already handled that, but what the hell, I have a late class tomorrow, yeah go get me one." Timmy ran off, literally, to go get me a beer. When he got back he handed it to me already opened. "Thank you, Timmy." I let him stand there as I took a long slug of the beer.

"But the real answer to the question of what you should be doing when I get back home is to present yourself for my use. You need to be ready and waiting for me Timmy. I often want to de-stress when I get back to my room. A beer is nice, but what I really want is to get some service. You should be here ready and waiting for me, naked. No, wait. I want you in a jock strap, not fully naked."

"But, Ian, I mean Sir. What if the brothers see me? How can I do that if Donor is around"

"Timmy, are we back to this again? We went over this. I don't care if people see you, or me, or whatever we are doing. They will find out on their own. I'm not going to hide the fact that I have a boy, a fag. You need to wrap your head around this. It doesn't bother me therefore it will not bother you! Get naked, NOW! If you aren't in a jock strap at the moment, I'm okay with that."

Tim started to remove his clothes. I did, for his sake get up and close the door as I took another long drink from the bottle of beer. "Much better," I told him. I like looking at your body. I'm not gay, but seeing that you are making the changes I want pleases me to look at you. I like what you're doing."

He seemed to relax and smiled a little. "Say thank you, Timmy."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Good boy, That's the proper response if someone compliments you. Don't forget that."

"I should write all this down. I'm going to forget some of the things you're telling me," he noted. "You're in charge and I do as you tell me. I'm going to try and remember it all."

"That is indeed the biggest one to remember, boy. We'll go over them plenty of times. You can remember them. Why don't you start now by telling me the expectations you can remember?" I suggested.

"Oh, ok. Well, I need to keep working out the way you want me to do. The exercises for my ass and pecs. I'm supposed to work more on my pecs for a while. I'm supposed to keep my body clean of any body hair, but most of it is gone now so that's easy, no facial hair, you made that clear after the party. You will decide when how long my hair is or when it gets cut."

"Right. I make those decisions for you." I looked down at his crotch. His dick was hard as usual. I looked at the hair around it. It seemed to be the only hair left on his body other than his face and head. I pondered that for a few seconds. Did I want to allow him to have pubes? What about his face? He didn't have a lot to shave but I had noticed stubble at times. "Tell me about the hair removal, is it finished?"

He looked down at his body briefly. "It's mostly done. The lady there says a couple more appointments and it will either be all gone or what is left will be not noticeable really."

"Good," I told him. "If I want later I may decide to have you remove what's left from your crotch and face." He looked sort of stunned, as if he might speak. "It will be my decision, Timmy, remember that. For the moment I'm okay with it as is. Just shave your face close every day and for god's sake trim up that bush and keep it short. If the facial hair gets annoying to me, I WILL get it removed."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me know."

"You are a good boy, Tim. You are doing as I want and I appreciate the respect you are showing me. Okay then, anything else you can remember?"

 Uhmm, I'm not supposed to play with my dick when I am with you. You don't want me having sex with anyone else unless you say it's okay. You will decide if I get to have sex with anyone. You said I might get to use it with a girl someday, but you might lock it up for punishment. Oh, and I can jack off, but not in front of you. And cumming is okay if it happens when you are getting off."

"Good boy. As you know from the party I don't mind sharing your pie hole with other guys. I may allow that again, but it will be my decision. It won't be anything you have to think about," I emphasized. "Are you getting enough sex? Are you cumming?"

He grinned and blushed. "Yes, Sir. I get plenty of your cock. I haven't jacked off in a while because I always cum when we are together."

I could feel my own smile grow now. The idea that he was already focusing on my dick more and less on his own was hot. My cock was getting hard in my pants. I didn't really get locking up his dick. He wasn't using it, and that was good by me. I guess maybe it would be a punishment. Danny must have fucked up for Dad to lock it down like that. "How often did you use to jack off, Tim?"

Well, I guess like any guy. I jacked every couple days. I didn't really keep track, Sir."

I laughed at his answer. "Timmy, If I'm not getting off with someone, I am jacking 4 or 5 times a day minimum. I have to empty my nuts. See, here is a difference between a man and a fag. You never were focused on your dick. If the most you were jacking was every other day maybe, then it wasn't really necessary at all," I explained to him. He looked confused. A man has to get off, has to lessen that pressure inside. You clearly didn't have that going on. It's just one of the differences that you didn't even think about."

"Look," I continued, "once you started getting my load inside you, it is what you needed. You realized subconsciously that my load, my seed is sufficient for you. Your little load is just an extra release. There is enough hormones and chemicals in my nuts to keep you happy and satisfied. I'd be surprised if you ever jack off much as long as a man keeps feeding you a load in your mouth or pussy."

"I don't get that. That doesn't make any sense to meÉSir"

"You don't need to understand it right now, just believe me. Have I been right about everything I have told you or shown you so far?"

"Yes, Sir." He mumbled.

"Then trust me on this. Don't think about it. If you want to look up about what happens when a man's load enters a body, or the changes that occur in the person receiving it, then spend some time searching the library databases. For now, just know I am right." his head hung a little lower. "What other things have we discussed?"

He looked back at me. "Well, you said you want my nipples larger."

"Right! I do want that." I went to the closet and pulled out a small sack. "Here you go." He looked at me. "Open it," I told him. He opened the bag and pulled out a set of nipple suckers.

"You already bought some for me?" He looked surprised.

"Yeah, I know what I want to see Tim. I want them bigger than what they are now. I want them sticking out at least _ of an inch from your chest. I want to be able to pinch, pull, or chew on them easily. I like to see them on a person I am fucking," I explained.

"But, what if I hadn't agreed? What if I hadn't like met your family and if you hadn't fucked me this weekend?"

I just laughed and rubbed his head. "You were going to give in. I knew that. I was waiting for it. Now that you have, now that you've submitted and admitted it to yourself, you're ready for them."

"Thank you, Sir," he replied. "I didn't know I needed them, but thanks."

"See you're catching on," I told him. "Anything else?"

"I need to keep my ass clean for you."

"Your what? I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you."

"Uhm, I need to keep myÉmyÉpussy clean, Sir." he whispered.

I smacked his ass cheeks and he jumped a little. "That's right. And is it clean right now?"

"Uhm, well I think so."

"But you aren't sure. I'm going to fuck you now, Timmy. You want to be clean don't you?"

"Yes, Sir." I reached for another package I had and handed him a douche bottle.

"Go clean your self up and get back here. I need to fuck. In the future Timmy, I'm not going to ask. You keep it clean for me so I can fuck when I want.," I told him. "I don't care how or for the details, just that I expect it to be clean." He peeked in the hall before he went out but barely. He seemed to want my fuck too. When he got back he was in a jock strap too, I was happy to see.

"Nice, good boy. You even remembered the jock strap." He blushed and had a smirk on his face. "Now, get my cock ready for fucking," I told him. He got on his knees. "Who's my faggot?" I asked.

"I am, Sir," he told me and undid the buttons on my jeans. He reached inside and pulled out my cock from my boxers. I was already hard. He looked up quite a bit as if I was going to say something or he was seeking approval as he made each move. I really was liking how obedient he had gotten, not to mention how I had taken him from being scared of my cock to wanting it. He'd adjust to being called a fag regularly. He'd adjust to following all the rules.

As Timmy started working on my cock, I started working on the pussy. I bent forward and spat at his hole. I took a couple fingers and rubbed the spit around his pussy. It was already open far wider than it was a few days ago. I was going to break it in well for the fag. I smacked at his opening and he whimpered as he licked my nuts.

I brought my hand back and then brought it down hard on his ass cheek. I'm sure someone must have heard that smacking and his "oowwww". I looked at his ass and the hand print as it formed. I liked it so I did it again on the other side. It brought another jump and an ow from him.

"Make some noise," I said and laughed.

He went back to sucking and I stood up. I took his head in my hands and I began to use it. I could feel his neck relax some and I began pushing the pace. Slow at first, so my cock was getting wet and then eventually I was slamming his head down the full length of my cock. He began gagging and I fucking loved it. I gave him breaks a few times but I really wanted to see what he would do. He had just spent the afternoon learning his place, repeating my wishes, and I wanted to test him out.

"Fuck you look so damn hot spluttering on my dick." He glanced up and sorta blushed a little. His eyes were watering and he was drooling crap from deep in his throat, but my dick was slick and he was managing to get his tongue on my nuts when I had my cock in his throat. "You're an expert on this Timmy. You've had a good teacher. I'm happy with your progress." He looked up briefly and I saw another tear run down his cheek as his eyes continued to water from the throat fuck I was throwing him.

I was fucking enjoying this. I had worked a three long months to get this fag where I wanted him and here he was, admitting he was my faggot and that he needed to please me and that my cock was the core of it. I felt I could blast a load in his throat and then go after his pussy. Timmy might be ignorant but with all the noise we were making some of the brothers were bound to know what was going on in here after tonight. I could care less. I had talked to my folks and they were at okay with me and Timmy, Danny didn't seem to have problems, so what the hell did I care if these guys knew my current fuck was one of their frat bros? I laughed out loud at the thought.

"Open up, Timmy. I'm going to drop this load down your throat tonight." I gave him enough warning to get a breath and then I just unleashed. I grabbed his throat and felt my cock pulse inside him. 6, 7 shots of cum straight down into his stomach. I pulled back and let a couple small drops fire off in his mouth. I knew he loved the taste of cum.

"You look like a little whore, Timmy. Big lips from being stretched out and watery eyes from gagging. I like the look on you." I pulled him up by his armpits and pushed him over to the bed. I shoved him down on the mattress and grabbed his legs, spreading them apart with a jerk. I spit at his hole a couple times then lined up my harder than ever dick and started entering him. He started right in whimpering. There's no better sound than a bitch in heat, all that whimpering to start and moaning later on. I wanted to get him making noise here.

"Oh, god, oh fuck. My hole is still sore," he whined.

"It's okay, Timmy. You know it's going to feel better once I get going," I let him know. He had more than enjoyed the last fuck when he had complained during it.

I started in. Slowly dipping my dick into his pussy. So fucking hot. Warm and wet. He may have thought it was sore or thought it was going to be dry and full of friction but it wasn't, not at all. It was wet. He was dripping juice as much as any girl I had fucked. I didn't understand it fully but I didn't care. His hole was wet, warm, and tight. He squeezed down on it the minute I got inside him.

"That's it, bitch, squeeze down on my cock. Milk it for another load. You love that see din you, don't you?"

"yesÉohhhhh fuck, yesÉ I love itÉoh fuck, I love getting fucked by you." He was whimpering in between talking to me.

I watched as my cock slowly disappeared into his pussy. Balls deep, his hole stretching and receiving what I was giving him. He had his hands behind his head. His flexing was hot. I could see his abs in definition. They didn't exist a couple months ago. I had told him to work out on certain muscle groups, I had told him to do more work there. Shit, I was already thinking I might blow my second load and I had barely started fucking him. The bitch was hot! Hot for me to look at, hot for me to fuck, and hot to listen to as he moaned.

"Tell me why. Why do you like getting fucked?" I asked. I wanted to hear him explain it as it was happening. I threw his legs on my shoulders and shifted my legs around. Now he was half in the air. I was driving my cock down into his cunt harder.

"OhÉoh fuck, oh shit, I love it."

"I know you love it; I can hear you. Tell me why you love it."

Timmy was moaning loudly. Uggghhh, oohhhhh, mmmmphhh. "I love your cock. I love the feeling. I love you. I love you.

Stupid faggot, talking about love. I wanted to hear about his submission. "Why do you love it?" I asked again.

"Fuck I love it because you are so damn hot! I love it because you are doing stuff to me I never thought about doing with anyone before. I love it because I can feel. I can feel  I can feel. I feel your dick, your cum, your cock shoving into me. Oh, fuck. I love you fucking me. Keep pounding me! Keep cumming in me!

Damn faggot, talking love and all that shit. Nearly caused my dick to droop. I wasn't interested in love really; I was interested in fucking. If he hadn't started moaning louder I would have thrown his legs off and pulled out.

His noise got loud, I mean damn loud. There was no way people in nearby rooms couldn't hear him. He was whimpering and moaning at a high pitch. He sounded like a girl the way he was carrying on and it got me hard again.

"Yes! Keep moaning, bitch. Keep letting everyone know you're getting fucked in here," I shouted above his noise.

I pulled out and plunged back in. I moved his legs over to one shoulder and put my left leg up on the bed, then onto his head. I kept fucking. Stepping on his head and fucking him wildly. This was what I was thinking about a few months ago. Going wild on some fag and pounding him senseless.

TIMMY

Ian was crazy. His foot was on my head and I was twisted to my side. His cock was buried deep. He kept pulling out and shoving in and I couldn't help it, I was moaning like some bitch in heat. I was, I was in heat. I wanted his cock bad.

"Fuck it. Fuck my cunt," I told him. I didn't know what I was saying. I knew I didn't have a cunt but he just kept talking to me like I was a girl and I kept responding to it. "Yes! Oh, shit, your dick is so big, oh fuck, it feels so good."

It did feel good. He split me open, there is no way else to describe it. I use to have a butthole, now I had a slit where his cock lived. Just imaging that change made my own comparatively little dick harder and I could feel it leaking fluid. He was definitely in charge and I definitely loved it. He sawed away inside me and I was moaning. I could hear myself but it didn't matter right then in that time and space. I wanted his cock buried deep.

In my head I kept imagining what would happen next. What would he make me do? What would he tell me next? I had agreed totally to everything we talked about today. I was going to be his faggot, his boy. I was going to follow his instructions, his rules.

"Yes, yes," I squealed truly, I squealed it out loud. "Fuck me!"

I could feel his cock tense up again. I reached around and grabbed the base of it as he shoved inside me. I felt the pulsing of his main vein. I felt the soothing coating of his load being released. I moaned, high pitched and deep and the same time. I wanted his load nad I was getting it.

"Take it faggot. Take my seed. Make it part of you!!" His words echoed in my faggot brain as he emptied his nuts. I thought about it and his words continued to repeat inside my head. I imagined his seed becoming part of me, his load absorbing into me, his DNA becoming pat of me. Is that crazy? It's what I thought. I didn't know, but I was feeling his fuck, and I was sure his love. Maybe I was crazy, but I felt love. It was probably just me, I had been warned by a lot of fags, to watch out but I wanted it, and of course I dreamed of it. I wanted to be loved by Ian McNeil. I felt that love entering me as he came, as he moaned and emptied his nuts.

He collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating heavily by now. I didn't want to move but he told me to get out. I didn't want to go. We had slept together all weekend, over the holiday and now he was telling me to get out.

"Talk to you tomorrow, Timmy," he told me. "Don' forget to hit the gym," he said.

I hated that I just gave up another piece of me and now I had to go back to my room and sleep in a bed by myself.