Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2024 04:58:26 -0700
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy- Chapter 5

There is poor, handsome, sexy, cute Chad, formally a lady's man, as
lady-killer, as they say, rolling on the gym floor, wallowing in piss, cum,
and vomit. A "normal" person would say, "Not a pretty sight!" But to Brock
and his muscle-bound gym buddies, Chad was the most gorgeous pussie boy
they had ever seen... or made. Chad was the most magnificent,
boner-building sight! The thing is, Chad has been complying because of
threats. Will that change? Ever? Will he willingly submit? I cannot imagine
him doing that, but then again, I'm just the author.

Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy

Part 5 of 6

Chad knelt there on all fours like a horse and shook his head from side to
side. You would have sworn he was neighing. He was sobbing, of course. Have
you ever seen a nice, strong, cute young college boy cry so hard that he
can hardly function? It is really sexy. Chad's masculine image and manly
overtures to the ladies at the bars - gone! Every last bit of his sex
appeal to women now all faded away. Where did this big-dicked, girl-fucking
stud go? Well, he's now a whimpering fagot pussie cunt of a whore. OK, so
maybe not totally, not yet.

Chad knew he had no choice, so he lowered his head to the floor and started
to lick up all the crap that had poured from his mouth and pisser.

"I got to tell you, Brock, I do believe he is the most disgusting piece of
shit I have ever seen!" Commented Rick, stroking his fat dick.

We had him crawl into the shower area when the floor was clean. "Keep that
ass up nice and high when you crawl. Show us that pretty little cunt!"

I have worked with enough boys to know what he was thinking about this
time. He thought that if he could just hold on and put up with the abuse a
little longer, it would end sometime soon. He was thinking, eventually, it
would end. Fuck was he wrong! The more I saw this little stud suffer, the
more ideas came to me for things I could do to make him suffer more. I
mean, for Christ's sake, this was only our first date! And everyone knows
you take it easy on the first date. For example, you don't fuck as hard as
you'd like to because you don't want to wreck the bitch too soon. On the
first date, you encourage the bitch, telling her what a good job she is
doing, sucking dick, or whatever. Later, once you have settled into the
relationship, you beat the shit out of her if she doesn't suck well enough.

I loved the sight of his ass high and his balls swinging between his legs
as he crawled to the shower. All the guys were entranced with the sight,
followed. There was not a soft dick in the place, except for Chad's.

"Don't worry about the guys fucking your ass. They can pretty much take
care of themselves. You just think about your sucking. I don't want a
single complaint, you hear?" He was really wiped out. He kept sobbing that
he couldn't take it. He kept begging us for mercy. Some of the guys wanted
to fuck his face in the shower, so we let them get started. I reminded him
of our black friend's lesson and warned him that he had better give a
superior blowjob to every dude. As I said, these guys can shoot three or
four loads a night, so after his long three-minute, restful, peaceful
break, the fucking continued.

A half dozen of us followed him into the locker room to shower. While in
the shower, Charles took an empty water bottle, filled it with soapy water,
and squeezed it into his gut. When done, he then eased a shower hose up his
ass to fill him up, or as they say, to top him off. Charles didn't want to
cause the boy any permanent damage.



After all, all these men had done this possie training several times
before. Chad looked nine months pregnant again and screamed his lungs
out. Then we made him kneel and squirt the shit water out of his ass down
the shower drain.

"Hey," I shouted to two heavy-breathing horny studs at one point. "Why
don't a couple of you who are really well-hung, see if you can get two
dicks up his ass at the same time." Now Chad would appreciate why I had
opened him up earlier with the rubber dick. I also suggested that they try
to get two dicks in his mouth simultaneously.

And so, it started. And we used every corner of the gym. First, it was in
the shower, the locker room, and then on the gym floor. It was two at a
time. While one guy fucked, the other got sucked. Rick and I had something
to eat and a beer or two. We kicked back to watch some TV while the fucking
and sucking went on and on. At one point, some of the guys came in
complaining that Chad was pretty fucking listless. It seems he was either
in shock or totally exhausted. So, I had Phil, an expert with a Taser, perk
him up. Tasing the balls can do wonders and give a boy more energy. Cum
poured out of his ass, as none of the guys wore a condom. After an hour of
more fucking, Phil had Chad squat over a large empty pail. Then, Tased him
good once again. This cause Chad to convulse uncontrollably and squirt out
everything in his ass. It was an amazing amount. He kept burping and puking
up cum.

I decided to be nice to him and allow him a much longer rest this time -- a
full four-minute rest before he continued sucking and getting fucked. His
asshole was bright red and sore as hell. It was stretched and loose, but I
knew it would tighten up again eventually. His ass lips, however, would
probably stay thick and slightly turned out from all the cock, kind of like
a cunt!

When he tried to speak, he had no voice left. He could only make raspy
sounds that were incoherent mumblings and pleadings. He was lying on the
floor, grumbling to no one. I pet his hair as one would soothe his loving
dog. Then I left him there and went into the office to get the present I
bought for Chad. Well, not specifically for Chad. It was for whoever would
be my next conquest. I got this a few months back, knowing I would need it
someday soon.

From the office, I looked over the counter at my new pussie whore. My eyes
started to tear up with pride. He was naked, worn-out, emotionally
destroyed, physically exhausted, dripping cum and snot from his mouth and
nose. With the right side of his head motionless on the floor with his
mouth open, his tongue relaxed, hanging out onto the floor. He was coated
in sweat and cum and piss. His hair was cutely matted and reminded me of a
dejected, starving, homeless teen in some scuzzy alley looking for a
newspaper to cover himself to sleep. Yes, I was so fucking proud. I just
met him less than 36 hours ago, and he has been everything I like in a
straight boy. I want to train him to be my personal faggot pussie boy.

I found the package I was looking for and brought the small box over to
where Chad had collapsed in the middle of the gym. I rolled him on his
back, then sat down with my thighs on each side of his head so the top of
his head was pressed against my big balls. He stared blankly at the
ceiling. I lifted my long floppy dick and placed it on his face, where the
tip landed on his closed lips. He was still out of it. I pinched his
titties hard to get his attention, and he came back to life with a hoarse
scream.

"Chad, now I know you're having so much fun. You want to keep worshiping
all these muscle studs until dawn. And that's fine with me. I want you to
enjoy yourself. That shows me you are being a good pussie cunt boy. What do
you think about that?"

He looked up at my face and likely did not know my dick was on his lips,
but he started to tell me, "Please ... no more ... home ... take me
... please ... can't do nothing ... please ... Sir ... "

"Now, Chad, I understand you are confused. I mean, you've been sucking
dick, licking balls and ass, getting your ass plowed. Wow, you have been
having a lot of fun, haven't you?" I flash a big, broad smile, reflecting
my excitement. "That's to be expected, Chad. You have been misled all your
young life and denied the wonderful experience of pleasing real men like
us. I know we just set you free here to have all the slutty sex you have
secretly dreamed about but were afraid to acknowledge out loud. Chad, I'm
sure you are a little overwhelmed, so let me clarify this." I removed the
slave collar from the box and held it up over his face."

"Now, here are your two choices. If you want to stay here and party and
become the faggot pussie you know you want to be, you may wear this black
leather slave collar. See, it has your name on it, `pussie slut'. And we
will continue with your training and expand it to no limits. I know what is
in your best interest, so I know this is probably your choice."

"However, Chad, it's got to be your decision here if you prefer to end our
beautiful, loving relationship and go home from here. You get this," and I
held up Phil's Taser. "Well, you don't actually get the Taser. You get all
your body parts Tasered for you."

Chad's eyes popped wide open, and I finally got his full attention. He
obviously didn't want to get Tased again, but he also heard the words "go
home" and "end our relationship." Yep, he looked at me most intensely, and
there was still my long dick lying across his lips. He never opened his
mouth or struck out his tongue, but my dick was just there.

"But wait, here's the fun part. This becomes a really cool game, with rules
and challenges and everything. You see, all 28 of us will gather around
you, and each gets one opportunity to shock you. BUT - and this is really
cool - the rule is you get to pick which of your body parts each guy gets
to shock. I know what you are thinking; you have each guy here Tase your
dick or balls. Yeah, that would be fun, but we make it more
interesting. When you choose a body part, let's say your dick, and that
gets shocked, you cannot choose that part again. So maybe you chose your
balls. Well, you'd have to say right or left, and the next guy Tases you
there. As all the obvious parts get Tased, you'll still have to come up
with a total of 28 parts. So, you start to choose your left ear, right eye,
or maybe your Adam's apple, and so on. So, you really get to show your
knowledge of anatomy."

"I know what you're thinking; might 28 shocks be too much? Well, I am not
sure. We never Tased a pussie boy 28 times before. Usually, after 10 or 11
shocks, a boy passes out to the point he cannot be revived. But you're much
stronger. I will say this: the few pussie boys who have chosen the Taser
changed their minds after just a few shocks and admitted that they really,
honestly wanted to continue on with their training for the few months that
we would have him." Then, I looked upward as I reflected on those past
experiences. "As I think about it, every boy either chose to stay in
training or chose the Taser game and then changed his mind after a few
shocks and asked to stay as our pussie boy."

"But, as I said, this is your choice and whichever ... "

"Please ... Sir... please don't ... Tase me. I want ... I want ... to stay
in training," Chad yelled out, interrupting me. Then he cried and sobbed,
and there was no way to stop his crying for a while.

"Chad, you should not interrupt me, but I understand you are eager to suck
more dick, get fucked, eat ass, and drink piss. And that's not even the
most interesting stuff we'll train you to do."

"But, as I said, I want to be fair. Show me a sign you freely choose to be
my cock-sucking, faggot pussie boy."

It finally dawned on him that my dick was lying across his lips, and he
stuck out his tongue and began to lick my lovely drippy dick. To really get
to sucking it, he tilted his head way back, pointing his chin to the
ceiling, so he could aggressively swallow more of my dick. I didn't have to
instruct him at all. I let him enjoy himself for a few minutes.

"OK, Chad, I like your eagerness. And you can continue sucking my dick. I
only want you to stop sucking me when I mention something you would refuse
to do." He nodded, though I don't know how much he paid attention to my
words as he chowed down my massive meat fuck stick.

"So, you will return to school and drop out completely." I watched his
mouth suck without a pause. "And I'll take you to work, and you will make
sure they understand you will not return." Again, he kept sucking. "And
you'll call this silly girlfriend and call her a bitch, a slut, and a cunt,
to make sure she will have no more to do with you, ever." Chad was nodding
his head slightly as he continued to please my dick, accepting my will and
conditions.

It was three in the morning, except for Rick. All the others had gotten
dressed and left. They had all the fun they could handle for an
evening. Plus, most of them had to go to work in a few hours. Chad
continued to lick and suck my now stiff dick. I didn't feel like climaxing
right now. I enjoyed his mouth work so much. It had been a long day, and
training a new pussie boy takes a lot of energy. I know it's all fun and
games for the pussie boy, but it is stressful for me. So, I was just
resting and relaxing.

After a wonderful 20 more minutes, "OK, Chad, get up on your knees and face
me." He released my happy dick, which stiffly bounced around like a sword
making fencing moves, and pulled himself up to his knees. "OK, so you want
to continue. And that means you have earned your collar." And he stared at
it in my hand.

OK, so maybe he thought this was something he'd just remove whenever he
wanted. And maybe he didn't mean all he'd just agreed to. That's
possible. That's probable. But remember, his training just started, and if
he ever changes his mind, of course, I will let him. I don't want him if he
does not want to be here. But then we'd do the Taser game and see if he
really wants to leave or does he freely prefer worshiping all our dicks and
assholes. I want it to be his decision.

I only keep a fully trained pussie boy for two or three years, even though
I initially tell them three or four months. After that, they lose every
shred of resistance, become compliant, and become boring. So, not fun
anymore. That's when I'm done with them. I usually take them to a gay
leather bar on the most popular night. This was true in the case of the
last pussie boy I created. His name was Thomas something. He was the
president of his high school class. God, was he a challenge. He insisted
that he was straight. He fought me for nearly two full months, insisting he
was not gay and that, as he put it, "You can force me to suck dick, but I
will always hate doing it." Taser training helped quite a bit in his
case. Call it shock therapy. I left him at a rather rough motorcycle bar
maybe eight months ago. I had him wear clothes as we entered, and after a
drink or two, I maneuvered him into the restroom. "Strip. Kneel." And he
did.

I took all his clothes and put them in a plastic bag I brought in. He never
earned his collar, never made it that fair. So, I tied hands, separately,
in the corners of the steel urinal. On the mirror, I taped a brief note
that read:

"Feel free to use this well-trained slut for tonight or more
permanently. He is available for anyone to take home and own."

I know one of the bikers who used him as a toilet, made a video of him and
posted it on GayTies.com. I learned months later that Thomas something was
brought to the bar owner's attention, and he was auctioned off the
following week in a fundraiser for AIDS. So, you see, I am also providing a
service to the gay community.

[If any Nifty readers are interested, there is a video showing Thomas
something tied up in the men's room of that leather bar, begging for piss
and cum. To find it, log in to GayTies.com, click "Video Library," then
click "filter," and then type in Toilet Sub. It will pop up. Enjoy!]

Now, let's stick to one pussie boy at a time, so back to Chad. There he
was, kneeling in front of me. "Chad, since you insist on wanting the full
pussie boy training program, you just earned this." I held up the collar to
his face, and he cried. He had no idea what would happen to him, but he
just decided to fully comply. He was sobbing. His body ached, his asshole
was painfully stretched, and even his nipples were red and swollen. But he
presented his neck to me.

"No, Chad, I won't place this on you. You will have to place it on
yourself. That would please me so much. But first, feel how heavy it is."
Chad took hold of it and was surprised at the weight. "There is a titanium
steel banned inside the leather covering. It can't be cut, not even with
bolt cutters." He stopped sobbing and was now focused on learning about his
new collar. "And look here, you see these metal fasteners that will be
pushed together to secure it around your neck? Well, this is
ingenious. It's a titanium locking system. Once closed together, it cannot
be opened. It's a one-way lock. There is no key. There is no place to stick
a key into it." Chad was amazed.

"How ... how ... a ... how do you ... ah ... "

"How do you remove it? I never tried, so I really don't know. I've never
seen anyone try to remove this style of collar. The instructions warn the
buyer to `be careful because it is not removable.' So, I think it really is
permanent."

"So, here you go." And I dropped the weighty collard in his hands. "But,
get up. Let's go over here." I walked Chad over to the full-length
mirror. "See if you can do it yourself. Make me proud."

Chad placed it around his neck but could not figure out how to secure it
together. "Please, Sir?"

I was so boned up. Chad was going to be mine for as long as I wanted
him. "You want me to lock this on you? Do you? Then what do you say, Chad?
You'd better really express your sincere feelings."

"Sir, please lock this around my neck, Sir," Chad politely asked. But I
wanted to hear more gut-wrenching defeatism.

"Lock what? And why do you want this? And who are you to want this?" I
encouraged him to lay it all out on the line.

He looked me directly in the eyes. I told him before to only look at my
dick, never my eyes. But, in this case, needed to see my look of absolute
seriousness. "Sir, please lock this slave collar around my neck to
symbolize that I am your slutty pussie boy, and I realize it can never come
off. And I really want to please you and obey you."

"Turn around." Yes, it is a bit complex to fasten. I took the two sturdy
metal ends, depressed the two tiny metal buttons, and then pushed the ends
together and down. Then I tested it. I wiggled it. I even pushed the same
buttons again to see if it would release, but it did not. I have used
several of these new self-locking collars made in Amsterdam, and I am
always amazed at how well they lock. I stepped back and admired it.

Chad also stared in the mirror, stepping closer to clearly examining his
slave collar. He was feeling it all over, the chrome studs, the shiny black
leather, and even reaching around to feel the locking system at the back of
his neck, but there was nothing to feel. I looked down, and for the first
time, Chad had an erection all on his own, without him or anyone touching
his dick. He probably did not even know it at the time. I didn't point it
out, but I did enjoy seeing it twitch and jerk upward.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir, Mr. Brock," Chad said calmly and sincerely.

"What do you do?" Chad looked a little confused but took a good guess. He
kneeled and started sucking my dick. I mentioned that I wanted to just keep
my "happy" boner for a while, but his cute, boyish face had me fully in his
power. I just let it go and couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust my hips
sharply into his mouth and down his throat. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! AH,
YEEEESSSS! Yes, he spilled some, and yes, he was too eager, but there will
be a lot of time for me to train him further in cock sucking and other
sexual whore games.

I signaled for him to remain kneeling where he was as I turned my front
away and presented my backside. I wondered for a moment if I needed to
instruct him, and before I could issue that commend, I felt his hands on my
ass cheeks, spreading them, and his soft wet tongue lightly licking up and
down my crack. FUCK! This pussie boy felt so good. I leaned forward just a
bit to give him maximum access. Man-oh-man, did his tongue feel good.

Then I was amazed. I looked in the mirror, between my wide-spread legs, I
saw Chad's dick harder than before and now leaking faggot snot. He was
oozing pre-cum. I watched the slowly elongating crystal rope hanging from
his dick slit. Again, I don't think Chad knew he was oozing pre-cum. His
hands remained on my ass cheeks, and his tongue made love to my ass. It
just seemed clear that that was his total concentration. It had nothing to
do with himself. My ass was his world at the moment.

To avoid him touching his dick and splitting his attention between my ass
and his dick, I was about to order him to keep his hands on my ass checks
and avoid touching his dick. I like to correct a boy before he does the
wrong things. But I took a chance and said nothing, hoping he would figure
out what to do. So, I said nothing.

I felt a bit of pressure on the inside of my legs, nudging them. I didn't
think about it. I just placed them a foot apart.

WHAT WAS THAT?! I heard a strange sound. What the fuck?! I wondered if it
was Rick, out of my line of sight, who was beating off and moaning at
watching me. But Rick was not nearby. There it was again. What?! Oh my
god. It is Chad. He is involuntarily moaning with pleasure as he is licking
my ass crack! And again, another moan, so pleasing, so loving, so
wonderful.

I checked Chad's dick in the mirror. That glassy rope of pre-cum reached
the floor, though it did not break free from his dick. Chad was tethered to
the floor -AND HE DIDN'T EVENT KNOW IT! He was actually making a tiny
puddle between his knees. AND he was not noticing it. HE WAS TOTALLY
UNAWARE AND UNCONCERNED HE HAD A MIGHT, BOBBING, JERKING, DRIPPING
ERECTION!

Now, during our marathon cock sucking ass-fucking training session today
with the 28 other muscle guys here, it also included Chad licking and
sucking assholes, a lot of assholes. Since Chad is treating my ass so well,
many of the guys here must have instructed Chad on various methods and
techniques they liked. I mean, in the very first instruction I gave Chad on
kissing and licking my asshole, it was just basic, "Do it." I did not go
into any techniques I wanted him to learn. That detail would be taught
later. So, Chad must have learned how to please many of the men he
rimed. He must have learned these wonderful techniques he is using on me
now. I never considered using others to train him, but this is nice.

Another method I like that he is doing to me right now is applying a nice
amount of pressure by pulling my ass cheeks wide apart and steadily holding
them in the position. It shows me that he is aggressively interested in
getting every bit of my ass crack washed in his spit. And it allows him to
make teasy detail patterns on my crack. He has not even pushed his tongue
into my asshole yet. He was just concentrating on pleasing my ass crack.

Again, some tapping on the inside of my legs, at my ankles, so I stepped
them now 2 feet apart. It was an unconscious action on my part. I was only
aware of the wonderful sensations around my asshole.

And then, it just happened. His tongue darted over my ass lips. That gave
me a little charge. There, he just did it again. The thing is, he is using
his creativity and his inventiveness to be extremely erotically
thorough. At first, he avoided tonguing my hole or even touching it. And
now he is making tiny circles on my ass lips. Still, he has not attempted
to enter my ass. I pushed back at his tongue to signal it was time to enter
my hole. God, I want his tongue inside me RIGHT NOW!

However, letting him do it his way because he is reading me correctly is
also heavenly. Fuck, I am really enjoying this. Now, I don't like a
cum-dump, faggot pussie slut to tell me what to do. Like now, he is telling
me he will stick his tongue up my ass when he thinks I am ready for it. I
know I could just shout out, "FUCK! Do it now, pussie bitch! Stick your
fucking tongue up my hole NOW!" But how can you argue with success?

I just came a few minutes ago. And I can see my big dick throbbing
again. AND HE DIDN'T EVEN RIM MY HOLE DEEP, NOT AT ALL. HE WAS JUST
LICKING, TICKLING, NIBBLING, AND TEASING MY CRACK AND MY ASS LIPS. AND I
NEED TO SHOOT OFF AGAIN, AND NOW. It usually takes me at least an hour or
more to get the need to climax again. But not this time, and considering
this has been a very stressful day, I just like to have Chad work me over.

More tapping. I found myself spreading my legs wider, more uncomfortable,
now three feet apart, no... more like four feet apart. I'm not thinking. My
asshole is my focus. With my feet spread wide and Chad's hands forcefully
spreading my ass cheeks, he had total access and control of my asshole. I
wanted to give him commands to tell him what to do, but I couldn't think of
anything to say. FUCK! Whatever he was doing was perfect. Fucking
perfect. Why would I disrupt his... his... power.

So, what if I'm not giving him direction at the moment. He is just
intuitive. He can read body language he has practiced on two dozen other
men today. So, this boy can learn.

And Chad is still moaning with pleasure. Amazing. I know when we leave
here, which we will do soon, he will fight and resist full bore when I take
him out to the parking lot totally naked, not even in his string mankini,
just in his flesh. Oh yeah, he will rebel and complain and try to argue.

I am so fucking on edge. My dick is bobbing, twitching, spasming. I can't
take it anymore! I immediately turn around and shove my leaking boner into
his face. Let's see what he has learned from the guys he sucked off
today. When he milked me the first time, I just shot. I just needed
that. Or ... did he cause me a quick blast off?

When I turned around, he let go of my ass cheeks and refocus on my dick. I
first noticed that his hands never went down to his own throbbing dick. It
can't be true, but it's almost like he has no concerns about his dick, his
need to shoot. His dick just twitched and dripped. Chad placed his hands on
my muscular thighs and positioned his face a little lower than my dick. I
decided to let him preform whatever new technique he learned today. I do
like seeing his cute, sweet, innocent, boyish face.

He moved in for the suck. And then, no suck. I wanted to thrust my hips
forward to get him to get me off... like now. Rick had locked up and was in
the office doing paperwork, so I did not want to keep him here too
long. Then I felt his wonderful, wet, silky tongue on my balls. FUCK! Can't
he see my fuck pole jutting out like a baseball bat? Leaking pre-cum all
over his face? Needing release? Now?

He was tenderly licking my ball sack. He actually contorted his head to
reach way under me to my perineum, That super sensitive area between my
balls and my asshole. He slowly licked me all the way from my asshole to
the back of my hanging all sacks, up to the front of my balls, to the base
of my dick, all the way to the twitching dick mushroom head., He avoided
going any further than the ridge, stopping and reversing that trail. He
went slowly, and I mean SLOWLY, back down my dick, to my balls, to under
them, all the way to my asshole. He worked my balls fully, sucking my big
fellows into his mouth and tonguing them like a washing machine.

My dick was begging, and I do mean FUCKING BEGGING his mouth for just a
little bit more friction. It was standing at full mast, twitching
dramatically, poking him in the nose, for Pete's sake. Then -- FINALLY! -
he placed his mouth on my dick! But... did not suck it. I could not help
it. My hips just thrust forward to fuck his mouth hard. That's it. I'll
fuck his mouth like crazy and blast off. So, I did, but he merely moved his
head back each time I moved my dick forward, and he never closed his mouth
around my angry pole.

WHAT THE FUCK! WHO THE FUCK DOES THIS FAGOT PUSSIE CUNT MOUTH THINK HE IS!

I'm the God damn Master here, the Dom, the Boss. Look, I know I could just
grab his head and force it sharply onto my dick. I can root my dick firmly
into his throat. But ... this is different. This feels so good. I could
pretend in my mind, and to anyone else watching this slave suck session,
that I have trained him to do exactly this, to edge me, to use all his
cleverness to draw out my impending climax.

OK, now he is gently sucking my dick, taking long, slow wiping motions with
his lips. He swallows my dick fully and then, without much pressure, pulls
his lips slowly over my dick to the tip. He avoids only the head of my
dick. Then, very slowly, he "goes down" on the shaft, all the way down to
the root -- HE'S NOT EVEN CHOKING OR GAGGING! - and just when my dick head
bumps his throat opening, he reverses and slowly pulls his lips fully back
to the tip.

My hands were hanging down by my sides, so I placed them on his mussed-up
sweat-soaked hair. I am so tempted to force his head roughly onto my dick
to thrust my hips sharply into him. FUCK! I really want to do that. But
... is he teaching me something new. He's never sucked a dick before he met
me. I know that's a fact. And here, this fucking newbie faggot, pussie boy,
cock sucker is showing me new heights of pleasure. Well ... isn't that what
one trains a slave slut pussie whore to do? And I'm supposed to stop him?
Are you fucking crazy?!

Now he has my hair-trigger dick fully in his mouth. He's not sucking it at
all, just holding it in his mouth as it twitches and dances around
wildly. My fucking hands are resting gently on his head, but I'm not
grabbing his hair and forcing his head this way or that. I want to, but I
don't want to disrupt his artfulness. Then it starts. Oh, no. OH FUCKING
NO! His hands begin to fondle my balls. Worse even, he's using his thumb
and index finger of each hand to tickle and fondle my big balls. He's
lightly scratching and teasing them. Playing with my balls. THAT IS SO
FUCKING COOL. It's like erotic ball torture. I want my hands to pull his
face into my junk, choke him to death any way I can. I just want to fucking
climax.

Chad was moaning a lot. He was really pleased to pleasure me. Now, that is
impressive.

Look. OK, this edging is cute and teasy, even extremely erotic. BUT... I am
not into that. I just want to fuck a nice warm hole, any hole, hard., Slam
it good, and nut all over the place. That's how I do it. I'm not into
little prissy games. I'm a man! Damn it. I just want to fuck a bitch and
go. Shit, now I feel his other fingers on the inside of my thighs. His
thumb and index fingers are continually playing with my balls. Then, I feel
both his hands firmly pressing against my inner thighs, kind of pushing
there. This pussie cunt boy is so funking demanding, always wanting clear,
unobstructed access to my balls and asshole. What's that about?

I found myself responding to tapping as I spread my feet further
apart... even wider. OK, yes, it's OK. And then Chad's fingertips push into
my thighs again; I adjust my feet a bit further apart. BUT WHY THE FUCK AM
I SPREADING MY FEET WIDER, PLACING MYSELF IN A MORE VULNERABLE POSITION?!
WHO THE HELL IS HE TO POSITION ME AS HE WISHES?! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?
WHAT THE FUCK AMI DOING? I don't know. All I can think about is getting my
dick to shoot Master juice, but suddenly, my asshole feels good again.

So, now he has his mouth around my dick, not sucking it, but now
occasionally rubbing it with his tongue. Good, that's something. And his
thumb and finger of each hand are tickling my balls. I can actually feel
his fingernails tickling my balls. OK, OK, it feels terrific. BUT NOW HIS
MIDDLE FINGERS, BOTH OF THEM, ARE REACHING BACK TO MY ASS AND poking around
MY ASSHOLE. He's controlling my dick, my balls, and now my asshole. He does
have large hands and long fingers. I did notice that.

"Please ... " there was a soft whisper. One word. I heard it. I was
wiggling my hips, and I heard it again, "Please." WHAT THE FUCK? How could
Chad whisper, his mouth is fully anchored on my dick? In my mind, I am
begging him to let me climax. We can edge more another time. But fucking
..., please, just let me cum now, PLEASE. I found myself begging my fucking
faggot cunt pussie whore to please let me cum? Did I mumble that? I hope
Rick didn't hear me. Chad was tickling my ass lips like he wanted me to let
his fingers inside my asshole.

I bent my knees to lower my ass half a foot and put myself in an awkward
position with my feet wide apart, and now my knees bent to give him access
to my hole. I was like a giant two-legged crab. Bingo! There it was. Now
one, or was it two, middle fingers slipped inside my asshole. Fuck that's
it. I grabbed his head and tried to force his face into my steel rod. But
when I tried, Chad pulled his head back. So, I could still not get any
fuck-action motion. His fingers went into my ass quite deep. It was like
his handle to move my hips back and forth as he moved his head back and
forth simultaneously, in unison. He would not stop to let me do what I
wanted. Or ... was he already doing what I wanted? I let go of his
hair. Fuck, I just wanted to fucking climax.

I gave up. That was it. I quit trying to maneuver him. I just let go of all
my effort. I let Chad have his way. THEN ... he began to slam his own face
onto my dick. He slammed his own face on my rigid dick. He even started
sucking me. With one hand, he grabbed my ball sack and pulled it down
firmly, and with the other, he inserted several fingers deeply into my
asshole and finger fucked me good. I was wiggling my hips, or so I
thought. But then I realized he was wiggling my hips, and I was some
passive nobody. I was his toy, for now. Chad used his hands - the one in my
asshole and the other firmly gripping my balls - to pull my dick into his
throat. I had no control over anything. With my dick fully lodged into his
throat, he still pulled me harder, using my asshole and balls as a handle
until... until... I blasted off like an epileptic crazy man. Jerking and
twitching and flaying like someone in a head-to-toe, involuntary body
spasm. Somewhere during my frenzied climax, Chad shot loads all over the
place without ever touching it. Did he just derive intense pleasure at my
relieving pleasure?

To be continued...


Fuck, now I'm really confused. Or... is it Chad who is confused? Oh, and do
watch the video of Brock's last pussie boy, Thomas something, the high
school class president. It's not a trick. As I said, to find it, log in to
GayTies.com, click "Video Library," then click "filter," and then type in
"Toilet Sub." Write your comments to me, Bruce Darkforce at
Gaydic@gmail.com