Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 17:02:28 -0800
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 7 of Cigar Boy Series

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 7

I spent the rest of the week avoiding my dad, avoiding gym class, and
avoiding Eric.  Mike worked late most nights so if I did get to see him, he
was too tired or just didn't care to use me.  So for the most part, I spent
an entire week avoiding everything and hiding.  The only person I didn't
avoid was Rob.

Now that Rob was out to me, I started to realize what a sex pig he really
is.  Rob is horny like all day and I am willing to bet being in chastity
was only making it worse.  Rob was begging to suck me off daily and even
though I hesitated the first couple of days, by Wednesday I was letting him
suck me off after school while we hung out.  But we couldn't do it at his
house, because I didn't want Eric catching us.

When Eric fucked me last time, he fucked me so hard that I was sure I would
be bleeding or something.  I enjoyed it, but it also scared me.  It scared
me so bad, that I wasn't sure I was ready for him to do it again.  So I
intended to avoid him for as long as I could.

On the other hand, I often lay in bed at night thinking about how Mike
fucked me.  He was rough, but not so rough that I was scared of him.  It
was really odd; I wanted Mike to fuck me.  I wanted it as bad as I wanted
anything.  Because after Mike fucked me, he would hold me and squeeze me
into his chest.  He would wrap his arms around me, and I would know that I
was safe from everything and anything that could possibly come after me.
It was the only time I felt safe anymore.

At night I would go home.  I would do my best to slip into the house and
into my room without my dad catching me.  I thought I was getting pretty
good at it, until Wednesday night when I came home to find dad had gone
out.  Mom was still working swings.  So I assume dad was avoiding me like I
was avoiding him.  I didn't know where dad went that night, and every night
after that.  I didn't really care; I just knew it was easier to come home
with him gone.  I thought about asking mom if I could spend the week at
Rob's house, but I didn't want to be that close to Eric either.

On Thursday, Rob's mom came home from her business trip so I thought I was
going to have to stop coming over so much, but she didn't stay home.  Rob
said that something was wrong with her parents, so she had to leave.  I
wondered if that was what was really going on.  But on Friday she left
again and I was so glad.

I did not want to spend the weekend at home with my dad.  I knew he didn't
want to see me either.  So on Friday before school I grabbed a few things
and threw them in a bag and left a note for mom.  I spent all day in school
thinking about being close to Mike.  Rob on the other hand kept telling me
how much he was looking forward to Jim picking him up after school.  I
asked him if Eric was going to be home this weekend and he laughed at me.

Apparently Eric was getting a scholarship for football and was going to be
visiting the college this weekend.  I had a feeling that the college might
not survive Eric's visit, but that was not going to be my problem this
weekend.  All I knew at this point was I had Mike all to myself.

I was getting good at skipping gym class too.  Rob didn't want to go to gym
because of his chastity devise.  If he got undressed in the locker room,
everyone would see it.  So he and I would meet up right before gym and
skip.  I of course didn't want to be seen in the locker room because I had
no hair left on my body.  This was something that Rob loved, and I think he
was even jealous of.  Why I have no idea.  I felt so strange without any
body hair.  Not that I had really paid much attention to it when I had it.
But now that it was gone, I felt really naked and aware of it.

We got to Rob's house and as promised it was empty.  Rob immediately went
to his room to change and do whatever he needed to do to get ready for Jim.
I followed him after walking through the den so that I could smell Mike's
cigar smoke again.  I love how even days later that smell lingers in the
air.  I could almost feel Mike's cock in me just by smelling that aroma.

I turned the corner into Rob's room and he was on the bed, bent in half,
trying to shove some sort of plug into his ass.  "What are you doing?" I
could have probably answered that for myself but I wanted to hear his
reply.

"I need to have this plug in when Jim picks me up.  I know he's going to
check and I don't want him mad at me first thing." Rob answered as he
shoved it in until the fat part disappeared and it seemed like it was
lodged well into his hole.  "There, now I just need to hold it."  Rob got
up on all fours and turned his ass to the door and sank his head down onto
the bed.

"Now what are you doing?" I asked because I really had no idea this time.

"Waiting the way Jim told me to.  By the way, you may not want to be here
when Jim gets here.  I don't know what he would do if you were here with
me."  Rob said with an unusual note of seriousness in his voice.

I decided to grab the clothes that Mike told me he liked me in and run,
literally.  I went to Mike's room to change and could still smell that
faint smell of cigars in the air.  I got my jock strap on, then my jeans
and wife beater.  Then I started working on my boots.  These are harder to
do because of all the laces.  But I know it is something that Mike wants to
see and I want to make him happy when he sees me.

I was just finishing lacing my boots when I heard the door.  I wondered if
it was Mike or Jim, but I didn't have to wait long.  "Okay Jim" I heard
Mike say "I was just saying that I wish you would take it easy on him is
all."

"I will do what I want with that little bitch of yours Mike, and don't push
it or I will push back." I heard Jim tell Mike.  "Now where is my little
whore bitch?"

I heard a loud slap followed by a yelp from Rob.  I could only imagine that
Jim had smacked Rob's ass.

"There is my little bitch, you ready to go home with me bitch?" I heard Jim
ask.

"Bark" was all I heard.  It took me a minute to figure out what I just
heard.  Rob was barking like a dog.  He was not talking, he was barking.
What the fuck?  I heard Mike's boots coming down the hall so I tried to
stand up nice and tall and wait for him.

When he came into the room, he just looked at me and turned around and
walked back out.  I didn't know what to do, should I follow him or just
wait here, but that didn't last long.  I heard "Follow me boy..." as Mike
walked down the hall toward the den.

Rob could be heard grunting and barking in his room.  I could only guess
that Jim was fucking him, and I bet it was ruff by the sound of it.  But it
did not seem to be fazing Mike, or maybe it was the reason for Mike's foul
mood.  In either case Mike got to the den, sat down in his favorite chair,
and pointed toward the humidor as I came through the door.  I grabbed a
cigar, the cutter, and lighter and immediately went to the front of Mike's
chair.  Mike pointed at the ground and I knelt just like a well-trained boy
does I guess.  Then Mike took the cigar, clipped it and lit it.

He didn't take his time like he usually does.  Mike got the cigar lit,
tossed the lighter and clipper back at me and I got up and put them away
then returned to my position.  By now Mike had his cock out and in his hand
and was waving it around in front of me, teasing me with it.

"This is all you boys seem to care about, isn't it?" Mike asked but it
sounded more like a question that you don't really want an answer too.  "As
long as you boys get cock, you're happy."

I knew I wanted Mike's cock.  I wanted to make him happy so he would hold
me and make me feel safe again.  But right now I was not feeling safe.  I
felt like Mike was in a bad mood and I knew I was going to get the brunt of
it.  This scared me, but in a strange way, if this is what I needed to do
to make Mike happy, then this is what I am going to do.

"Answer me boy?" Mike said as he slapped my face.  He didn't bruise me, but
he hurt me enough that I realized I had stopped paying attention to him and
he knew it too.

"I'm sorry Mike..." I started to say as I saw his hand moving for my face
again.

SLAP...

"SIR I am sorry." I got out that time.

"I asked you a question boy.  Is this all you want from me boy, my cock?"
Mike said while staring at me and puffing hard on his cigar.

"Yes SIR..." I started to say and realized it was a trick question.  "I
mean no SIR."

"Which is it boy?"  Mike replied while moving his face closer to mine.

"No SIR." I said confidently this time.

"Then what do you want boy?"  Mike asked.  He was looking me right in the
eyes.  His cigar smoke was burning my nose as I tried to breathe.  His
shear power was almost suffocating to me.  The very thing that attracted me
to him was now almost killing me.

"I want you SIR, and I want to make you happy SIR."  I said while looking
Mike right in his eyes.

"Well daddy wants your mouth on my cock boy." Mike said while he grabbed
the back of my head and pulled it roughly down until my face was buried in
his crotch.  "So be a good boy and open that sweet little mouth of yours
and suck on daddy's big juicy cock."

I opened my mouth and tried to make sure I kept my teeth off Mike's cock.
Mike was more using my mouth then I was giving him a blow job.  He was
holding the back of my head and pushing me down until his cock was in the
back of my throat.  Mike would hold me there and then let me come off his
cock enough to breathe, and then push it back in into my throat.  Mike did
this over and over again.  Each time he tried to get a little deeper into
my throat.  I was in tears.  I was trying so hard to make Mike happy but
nothing I was doing seemed to work.  The more I tried and failed, the more
Mike took.

I was concentrating so hard on trying to make Mike happy, I didn't even
notice when Jim and Rob came into the room.  Jim took a seat on the couch
and Rob sat on the floor between his legs.  I doubt I would have even known
they were there if I had not heard Jim start encouraging Mike to get
rougher with me.

"That little bitch is a born cock sucker; all you need to do is make him
understand that your cock is all he needs." Jim said to Mike.  "Make him
take it to the balls man."

I don't think Mike liked Jim that much because he actually became less
rough the more Jim said to him.  Jim wanted Mike to really hurt me, but
Mike was doing just the opposite and was starting to let me actually go up
and down on his cock without forcing me.

"See this Jim, I don't need to force my boys to do anything, they do it
because they want to." Mike told Jim as he took his hand completely off my
head and sat back.  Of course I was doing my best keep up the pace that
Mike had set.  I would do anything I could to keep from having Mike grab
the back of my head again.

I worked Mike's cock the best I could.  I wanted to make him happy but I
also wanted to show Jim that I wanted Mike and that he didn't have to force
me.  I looked up at Mike's face and he had his head back blowing smoke up
into the air and enjoying the blow job that I was giving him.  The cigar
was clinched in his jaw and his hands were laid out on the arms of the
chair.  I could see the power in him and that was intoxicating.

After a few more minutes of this, I could feel Mike's cock getting fatter
and stiffer.  I knew it was not going to be long before Mike came down my
throat and that just turned me on.  As the cum started shooting into my
mouth and I fought back that moment of panic that hit when the warm liquid
started filling my mouth.  It took me a minute but I swallowed his load and
looked up at him for his approval or at least his pleasure.  Mike was
looking down at me, still with the cigar clenched in his teeth, and a
satisfied look on his face.

Mike put his hand on my head again.  I still had his cock in my mouth but
it had gone soft.  Mike looked my right in my eyes and then began to grin.
"I hope you're thirsty boy" was all I heard as Mike began to slowly piss
into my mouth.

I had never had anyone piss on me or in my mouth and I began to panic.
Mike started stroking my hair and told me to relax and swallow.  Swallow?
Seriously?  I guess he could see it on my face but the same hand that was
stroking my hair was also not allowing me to get my mouth off his cock.

What was I going to do at this point?  I had a mouth full of warm piss and
Mike was not stopping.  I closed my eyes and swallowed it down.  It did not
taste too bad.  It was warm and a little salty, and a little bitter.  But
it did not taste like anything I would have ever thought piss would taste
like.  As soon as I got that mouthful of piss down Mike cock filled it back
up and again I swallowed.  There were at least 4 or 5 mouthfuls that I had
to swallow.

I was so humiliated and so turned on by it all.  The whole time that Mike
was pissing, he never looked away from me and he never stopped smoking that
cigar.  The look on his face was so intense.  Even though everything in my
soul told me to stop, I couldn't.  My eyes were locked with Mike's.  I was
his boy, I just didn't know it yet.

After Mike was finished pissing into my mouth, he pulled his cock free and
shoved it back into his pants.  Then he picked me up with those big hands
of his and placed me on his lap.  This is what I had been waiting for and
needing, this feeling of being safe in his presence and the intoxication of
his power.

This was also the first time I got to see Rob sitting between Jim's feet.
Rob had a black jock strap on, and a leather dog collar.  Rob also had a
tail coming out of his ass.  He just sat there, panting like a dog would
and using his nose to nudge Jim's leg.  Just when I thought I was getting
an idea of what Rob was capable of, he did something that totally astounded
me.  I wanted to say something to him, but I knew better.  I knew not to
talk.

Mike and Jim were talking, mainly about nothing.  It was almost like Mike
didn't want Jim to be there but also didn't want to ask him to leave.
Luckily Jim stood up and gave a kick to Rob.  Rob looked up at Jim and
barked at him then followed Jim out of the den.

I looked at Mike and he just shook his head so I didn't say anything.  A
few minutes later I heard the garage door open and close and then Mike
started to relax a little.  He took a deep breath and started stroking my
back.

That night, after dinner, Mike settled back into his chair in the den.  He
told me to bring him a beer so I did.  And then he told me to bring him a
cigar.  I brought it to him just like Rob had brought Jim's the other
night, in my open hand with the lighter and cigar cutter.

"No boy, you light my cigar and hand it to me.  It better have a good
fucking cherry on it too." Mike spoke as he continued to watch his baseball
game.

I cut the end of the cigar, moistened it like Mike had taught me, then I
held the flame to the end and slowly rotated the cigar in my mouth until
the end was lit.  I would like to say I did this like a pro, but the truth
is that I did cough a little, but I think I did a good job.  I turned the
cigar to see the end and it was indeed evenly lit.

I then held it out for Mike and he took it, clenched it in his jaw and the
smoke started streaming out of his mouth around the cigar.  Mike looked so
sexy when he was like this.  I could tell he was still upset knowing that
Rob was with Jim and how Jim was turning Rob.

I spent the night wrapped around Mike's leg as he sat watching baseball.
Then about the 8th inning, Mike grabbed my head and pulled it into his
groin.  I was not sure if he was going to piss again, or have me suck his
cock.  But I was in luck, I got both.

First Mike pissed.  I was actually getting used to this, I think.  I was
able to drink his whole load and didn't even spill a drop.  Mike didn't
even have to say a word to me.  I did it without hesitation or regret.  I
wanted Mike and I wanted to make Mike happy.  I also knew that when Mike
was done, I would get to suck his cock.

Sure enough, once the piss stopped flowing into my throat, I felt Mike's
cock start to get hard in my mouth.  Mike's hand was still lying on my
head.  It was not pushing or pulling, just lying there.  I didn't need
encouragement though.  I was waiting for a chance to suck Mike off again
without an audience.  I wanted to just let go and have Mike fill my mouth
and use me.  But to be honest, I did not like Jim staring at me while I did
it.  It made me feel cheap.

While I was doing my best to get that last inch or two of Mike's cock into
my throat, Mike started talking to me, or more like at me.

"That's it boy, get it all the way into your throat.  Show daddy how bad
you want it." Mike was saying.  The lowness of his voice and the almost
guttural sounds were so hot.  "Prove to dad that you want to be my little
boy toy.  Prove to me that you deserve my love and my cock boy."

That sort of echoed through my head, that I deserved his cock and his love.
Mike knew how to get to me.  He really did own me now, even if he didn't
know it.  I would do anything to hear him say he loved me.

Without even realizing what was going on, I felt the cum hit the back of my
throat.  Mike was cumming hard and deep down my throat and I was swallowing
it as fast as I could.  Mike removed his hand from my head and then sort of
pushed me off his cock.  I found myself wrapped around his legs again and
that's where I stayed for the rest of the night.

When Mike was ready for bed, I found myself getting fucked again.  Mike had
me pinned to the bed on my stomach and was on top of me.  He held my hands
over my head and was pushing his cock into my ass like I was a toy to be
used and not a person with feelings.  If this had been a week ago, I would
have been crying and begging.  But now I knew this was my place and what I
wanted.  So I lay there, trying my best to push my ass up so that Mike
could get even more of his cock into it.

What made tonight different was Mike's whispering in my ear.  Mike was
telling me over and over again what a nice ass I had, and how he enjoyed
fucking it.  He also told me that he owned it, that it was his ass to fuck
anytime, anywhere, and any way he wanted too.

What could I say to that, no?  Yeah that would have been funny, me telling
Mike no.

Then Mike started telling me how he loved that ass.  I started pushing back
against his cock now every time I could.  I wanted to hear that again.

"Yeah boy, push that ass up boy.  I love fucking that ass." Mike said.

Mike said he loved my ass again.  I didn't realize it until it was too late
but I started cumming.  My cock was shooting uncontrollably.  I was
creaming the very spot I would be sleeping in later.  When Mike realized
what was happening he sat up a little and reached under me to where my cock
was.

"You came boy without permission." Mike's tone was harsh and I could hear
the anger and disappointment in it too.

"Sorry SIR" was all I could say.

"No boy, you're not sorry yet but you will be tomorrow." Mike said as he
power fucked my ass and then I felt his load flood my gut.

I wanted to cry, I had gone from hearing Mike say he loved me to having him
unhappy with me all in the matter of a minute.

Mike pulled his cock out of me, and then he grabbed my neck and pulled me
up and around until my face was in the wet spot I had created.  He rubbed
my face in it like you do a puppy in his piss when he is bad.  All while
telling me that a good boy can control their balls and that I needed to
learn.

"I think a trip back to my friend's place is needed tomorrow." Mike said as
he laid down and pulled me into his arms like he had done before.  This is
what it's all about.  This was the feeling that I needed now more than
ever, the feeling of being safe and protected in Mike's arms.  I knew there
were some difficult days ahead of me, both with Mike and with my real dad.
But at least for now I felt safe and wanted.

END OF CHAPTER 7