Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2013 16:27:17 -0700
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cigar Boy Chapter 8

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 8


The next morning started pretty much the same way last night ended, with me
getting fucked.  I woke up to Mike's big cock sliding in and out of my ass.
I can't say that it was painful.  In fact I am really beginning to enjoy
Mike's cock.

Mike was still holding me just like he was last night.  He was holding me
against his chest and using his power and strength to drive his cock into
my hole.  This was pure heaven, and when Mike started turning onto his back
and pulling me on top of him, I didn't really want to go.  But I knew what
Mike wanted and I knew how much he enjoyed it when I sat on his cock.  So I
turned over with him, never letting his cock slip out of my ass.

Once on top, I started stroking his cock with my ass and doing everything I
could to drive Mike wild.  I decided to turn around so I could face him;
again I wanted to be careful not to let his cock slip out of my ass.  This
was harder than they make it look on those pornos that Mike liked to watch.
When I finally got turned around I looked down into his face and he just
lied there with his hands behind his head watching me work for his cum.
The look on his face was somewhere between content and contempt.  Content
that his cock was being ridden by a boy who wanted nothing more than to
make him happy; and contempt that I was becoming like Rob and wanted sex
all the time and any way I could get it, that he no longer had to force me
to have sex with him.

But I knew what I wanted; at least I did when I was horny.  I wanted Mike.
I wanted his cock.  I wanted to feel his power over me.  But most
importantly, I wanted to feel like I belonged and was wanted.  When Mike
held me tight into his chest like he did after unloading in me at night,
that's when I felt it most.

While I was riding Mike's cock, he reached over on the nightstand and
grabbed a cigar that he didn't finish and lit it without ever letting his
cock slip out of my ass.  I was always in total awe of what a man Mike was.
I am not sure I understand why he likes my ass so, but I will do anything
he asks me too.  I had arched my back and was really just feeling Mike's
cock in my ass when I felt him grab my wrists and pull me forward so we
were chest to chest.  Then I found myself being picked up and put on my
back with my legs bent into my chest.

Mike took a hand and put it on my neck and started to squeeze.

"Look at me boy" Mike said as he blew smoke in my face.

"I might let you ride my cock sometimes but never forget who is in
control." Mike went on to say as he power drove his cock into me so hard it
made me tear up.  "Now take dad's load so we can get on with our day boy."

I never knew a man that could fuck that hard for that long.  As Mike fucked
he would slam into me with so much force that it would drive my head into
the headboard then pull back just enough to get another slam going.  By the
time Mike finally came in me I knew my ass was ruined and when Mike pulled
out I could feel the cum running out of me.  I had heard the term before
but I guess now I know what it means to be sloppy.

That's when Mike did something I was totally not expecting.  Mike held my
legs up with one hand and got his face down into my ass crack.  Then he
started licking and kissing and running his tongue around my ass.  Later I
found out this was called eating an ass, but at the time Mike did it, I
would have called it heaven.  Mike also started blowing cigar smoke on my
ass.  I liked that too.  I started to say something but as the sound came
out of my mouth I felt a hand hit my ass.

"Don't say a word boy.  I didn't tell you to talk."  Mike said.  "Now just
lay your pretty little boy ass right there while dad eats that ass."  As
brutal as Mike's fuck had been, this was gentle.  It was as loving in the
way it felt as his fuck was about power.  But like all things, this didn't
last as long as I wanted it to either.  I felt another hard crack hit my
ass and then Mike got out of the bed and walked over to his closet.

"I have something for you boy." Mike said as he handed me a tank top with
the words Daddy's Boy written on it.  "I want you to wear this today with
your jeans and boots."

I looked at it and it took me a minute to figure it out, but then I got it.
I started to smile but then I looked at Mike and his look was not a joking
one, but a very serious looking one.

"You remember last night boy?" Mike asked.

"Yea, but I was..." I started to say but Mike's look made me stop
mid-sentence and just put my head down so I didn't have to look at Mike's
face.

"You know I have been really good to you boy, but it's time to stop playing
and understand your place.  You are a boy and I am Dad or Sir." Mike said
with a very low and intense voice.  "You better start and end everything
you say with Dad or Sir, and in public you need to always be polite and
well-mannered or it looks bad on me."  Mike paused for a minute.  "Do you
understand me?"

I thought about this for a long time without moving or looking up.  I
didn't know if I really did understand everything that Mike had said or
that I really understood all the implications.  But I also knew that Mike
was not going to wait to much longer for an answer.

"Yes Sir." I said meekly.

"What was that boy?" Mike challenged me.

"Sir Yes Sir" I said but still without looking up and without much
conviction.

"Better but it would sound more convincing if it sounded like you actually
meant it." Mike said in that voice that felt like it went straight through
me.

This time I looked up and searched my soul as I fired off my "Sir Yes Sir"
again.  I still did not look Mike in the eye, but as bad as I thought this
could ultimately be, I still knew I wanted Mike more than anything else in
my entire life and I was not ready to challenge or lose him.  As I stood
there looking at Mike's chest, I felt his arm come down on my shoulder and
I could feel any free will I might have had leave me just that fast.

"Good boy" Mike said.  "Now go get your jeans and boots on and meet me in
the kitchen."

I left Mike's room as he was getting dressed feeling both degraded and
content.  It was such a conflict.  Never had I felt so guilty and ashamed
about having sex, yet felt so happy and whole afterward.  The guilt was
from being another man's bitch, I think.  Or maybe it was because I was
growing to really like the way Mike degraded me when he fucked me.  I
really don't know, all I know is that I liked it, guilt and all.

I walked down to Rob's room where I had a couple of drawers of clothes that
Mike had bought for me.  The jeans were pretty tight.  I think he bought
them a size to small on purpose.  The wife beaters were the same.  I felt
so masculine in them, like one of those guys you see on tv, yet very slutty
too.

I was looking at the floor finishing my boots when I heard Mike in the
doorway.  I looked up and he was in jeans and a t-shirt and boots similar
to mine.  He looked so bad ass in his clothes.  But what caught my
attention, like it always did, was the cigar clenched his jaw and the smoke
that sort of floated up around his head.  If he had motioned for me, I
would have dropped to my knees right then and there, but the motion he was
making was more like hurry up.

I finished my boots and stood up.  Mike looked me over like I was a piece
of meat.  He pulled at my pants, He stuck his hands down my pants to make
sure I had no underwear on, and while his hand was there he took the
opportunity to finger me for a second.  Once he pulled his finger out, he
brought it right up to my face and held it there.

"Don't you want to taste your own ass boy?" Mike asked, but it didn't
really sound like a question.

To be honest, I didn't want to, but I also knew I had no choice, so I
opened up my mouth and gentle started sucking on his finger.  Mike liked
that I could tell.

Then Mike started to blow smoke in my face.  I was really getting used to
this.  Having Mike hold his face just inches from mine and exhale so his
smoke filled my face.  It was in my nose.  It was all I could taste and
smell.  It even made my cock start to get hard.  I could and have gotten
lost in Mike's smoke and this was no exception.

"Are you done enjoying my cigar boy?" Mike asked and once again reality
broke into my dreams.

I always feel so embarrassed when Mike catches me in a day dream, and it
seems to be happening more and more.  So I nodded and looked back down
toward the floor.

"Follow me boy." Was all I heard as I saw Mike's boots turn and leave the
room.  Into the kitchen we went and on the table were a couple of bowls,
cereal, and milk.  I was hoping for a bigger breakfast like Mike had made
in the past but this morning Mike seemed to be in a hurry and so breakfast
reflected that.

Mike put cereal in my bowl and then added milk and then did the same to his
own.  He picked up a spoon and dug in while I realized that I didn't have
one.  I looked around and then looked at Mike who was just watching me.  I
guess he was waiting for the realization to hit and now that it had, to see
what I was going to do next.  I was thinking about picking the bowl up and
eating it that way, but I had a feeling I knew what Mike wanted.  So I
lowered my face into the bowl and started to eat my cereal without using my
hands at all.

Now I have seen this on tv, and in movies and this is not nearly as easy as
you think it would be.  Mike actually started laughing as I ate my
breakfast.  He of course finished long before I did, and just sat there and
watched.  I did my job and finished my breakfast then looked up.  Mike
threw a towel at me and I wiped my face off then he got up and walked
behind me and patted me on the head.  It came so unexpectedly but felt so
good to know that Mike approved.  That made me smile, but only for a second
as I heard Mike ask me what I was waiting for as he went into the den.

I cleared the dishes and threw them in the sink before running into the
den.  Mike was filling up this small box that I had seen him carry.  It
held 4 cigars and the cutter.  He reached over and grabbed my shoulder and
spun me around.  I had no idea what he was going to do, but soon realized
that it was going to be my responsibility to carry this from now on since
it was now being shoved into my rear pocket.

Then with a pat on my ass, Mike walked out to his truck.  Once we got into
his truck Mike put his hand on my inner thigh and I found it oddly erotic.
Mike seemed to be taking my body for his own slowly.  But I was not sure
that I wasn't letting or even encouraging it.  I was looking out the window
without really paying attention to anything until I saw a familiar sign
that said "Ink and Steel".

Once I saw that sign I was flooded with the memories from just a week ago
when I was bent over the table and fucked by a complete stranger while Mike
watched and eventually joined in.  I must have tensed up because Mike
sensed it and told me to relax; it was going to be okay.

Mike parked and got out of the truck and I just sat there, scared about
going back into that shop.  Mike walked around to my side of the truck and
opened the door, then motioned for me to get out.  I must not have been
moving fast enough because the next thing I felt was Mike's hand on the
back of my neck pulling me out of the truck.

Mike used his hold on my neck to direct me into the store.  Once inside I
heard the unmistakable sounds of a guy moaning and screaming coming from
the back room.  Mike sat down in one of the chairs and motioned for me to
sit next to him.  After I took a seat, Mike picked up a magazine and
started reading like nothing was going on.  Meanwhile all I could do was
listen to the almost constant moaning and screaming.

My mind was going a hundred miles an hour thinking about what was happening
in that back room.  Every time I tried to block the noises out, I would
hear a scream or something else that broke through and I would find myself
listening again.

Eventually the sounds stopped and a few minutes later Tim came out of the
back room.  Tim was covered in sweat and when he saw me there was a big
grin across his face.  I wasn't sure if the grin was related to what he had
been doing the back room, or what he was anticipating doing when I got back
there.  Now I was sweating.  I was sitting there almost complete frozen in
a fear that I could not even begin to describe.

"Hey Mike, you're right on time.  Why does that not surprise me?" Tim said
as he came around the counter and shook Mike's hand.

"Well if I had known you were going to be busy I would have come a little
later." Mike said somewhat sarcastically.

"Nah man, this was just something simple and I thought I would be able to
get it done before you got here." Tim responded.  "It will just take me a
few minutes to clean up and then I will be ready for your boy there."

As Tim was speaking this young man came out of the back room.  He had a
shaved head and tattoos on his neck running down under his wife beater.
His jeans were also really tight and his boots were almost up to his knees.
His eyes were puffy and it looked like he had been crying.  But with all of
this, what had my attention most was a thick chain locked around the guy's
neck.  The guy never spoke but looked at Tim and once Tim acknowledged him,
he left out the front door.

"So is that the new boy that has been taking up all of your free time
lately?" Mike asked after the guy was gone.

"Who him? No man, that is just one of the boys that is getting some work
done and has been having a problem making his payments." Tim was wiping his
head and trying to clean up the sweat as he talked.  "This morning I was
making sure he understood what would happen if he could not make his
payments."

"Oh really, and do I want to know what was going on back there?" Mike said
while smiling.

"Well, after I installed his last couple of barbells..." Tim started "I
used the electrodes to ensure he will not be making any babies in the near
future."

This scared the shit out of me.  I had no idea what he meant, but the
thought of it made me want to run.  If it were not for Mike being there
with me I might have.  But I was torn.  I wanted to please Mike and I did
not dare embarrass him.  I think I might even be more scared of what Mike
might do if I did embarrass him.

"Why don't you flip my sign and lock my door before you come back." Tim
said as he turned and went into the back room.

Mike did just that and then turned and looked at me.  "Well boy, what are
you waiting on?"

Fear!  That's what I was waiting on.  Even if I wanted to get up, my body
was not responding.  My ass was glued into the chair.  That was until Mike
grabbed my shoulder and literally lifted me out of the chair.

"Listen up boy, you will not embarrass me.  Now get your worthless ass up
and into that back room before I blister it." Mike was not kidding either.
I guess the only thing I feared more than the back room was Mike.

As I got into the back room, Tim was finishing cleaning off the metal table
in the center of the room and was placing some tools into a container.  I
immediately noticed what looked like a very well used condom on the floor
under the table too.  The more I saw, the more I pitied the boy that was in
here before me.

"So did you think about my offer Mike?" Tim asked while finishing up.

"Yes and I am still not sure about everything, but you have my attention."
Mike answered while walking over and sitting down in a large chair in the
corner.

"Well my offer was serious, I would love a weekend with your boy and I
could get a lot done in a weekend too." Tim went on trying to push Mike
over the edge I guess.  "Just think, some guys would pay big money for the
stuff I can do.  I am offering it for free; all you need to do is provide
the boy for a long weekend."

"I am seriously considering it Tim, but there are a few other things that
need to be worked out." Mike explained.  "Do you want a cigar?"

"No thank you man," Tim answered while putting a cloth over the metal
table. "But if you would like one, go ahead."

With that Mike pointed to me and I realized that he wanted the cigars out
of my back pocket.  I took out the case and started to hand it to Mike.
But the look on Mike's face told me I was doing it wrong.  So I opened the
case, took out a cigar and the cutter and then put the case back into my
back pocket.

I put the end of the cigar in my mouth as Mike had showed me so that it
would be moist when I cut it.  Then I snipped the end of the cigar off the
way Mike liked.  Finally I put it back into my mouth to make sure the cut
was clean and the air flowed threw it well.  Then I started to hand it to
Mike and again the look on his face was not a happy one.

All that was left was to light the cigar but I didn't have a lighter on me.
I knew I didn't pick one up and so there I stood with the cigar in my mouth
and my hands in my pockets looking for a lighter that I already knew I
didn't have.  That's when I looked up and saw Mike with his hand out and a
lighter in it.

I took the lighter and started to light the cigar while sucking on it just
as Mike had shown me.  I turned the cigar and did my best to make sure the
end was completely lit.  Once I was sure that the end was completely lit, I
handed it over to Mike who took a big puff off of it and then blew the
smoke in my face.

"Strip boy." Was all I heard.  But I didn't wait to get told a second time.
I took off my wife beater first, and then I sat down and took off my boots.
Finally I stripped out of my jeans which left me standing there in my socks
and nothing else.

"Hop up on the table here boy and spread those legs of yours." Tim said as
he patted the table.

I got up on the table and as I did Tim grabbed my legs and swung them
around so that my feet were pointed toward Mike.  Then Tim used some straps
attached to the table's corners and strapped my ankles down.  Tim walked
behind me and grabbed my shoulder and guided me down until I was lying down
on the table.  Tim took my wrists and attached them to the table in the
same way he had my ankles.  As I was looking up at the ceiling I saw Tim
holding something black over my head.

I want to ask what was about to happen, but something told me not to open
my mouth.  Tim grabbed the back of my head and then very skillfully slipped
something over my head.  It was made of leather and had the faint smell of
cigar smoke.  Something solid was forced into my mouth and so now even if I
had wanted to stop whatever was about to I couldn't.

The hood that was covering my head made it hard to hear exactly what Mike
and Tim were talking about.  But I could feel Tim as he walked around me
and every so often he would touch me.  Whenever he touched me, I would
tense up.  I had no idea what they were going to do, and I had no way to
stop it.

I felt a hand on my shoulder then I heard Mike's muffled voice telling me
to relax.  He was saying things like how good a boy I was, and how he was
proud of me.  All the time I could feel Tim touching and playing with my
cock.

Tim wasn't trying to jack me off or anything, but he was doing something to
it.  There were times I felt something cold touch it.  Other times I could
feel something like touch me that felt like rubber, like Tim was wearing
gloves.

Mike was continuing to talk to me and I could smell his cigar smoke.
Mike's voice was almost hypnotic.  I was completely zoned out when I felt a
burning sharp pain in my cock.  If Mike had not been pressing down on my
chest I probably would have bolted off the table.  I tried to scream but
the gag kept me from getting much more than a muffled noise out.  But
Mike's voice continued to calm and sooth me.

"That's a good boy Adam." Mike told me through the hood.  "Your little boy
cock is going to look so good."

I didn't think it looked bad before, but I guess that didn't really matter.
What Mike thinks is all that really matters now.  I could feel Tim doing
something again with my cock.  This burned slightly but nothing like it did
originally.

"What do you think Mike?" Tim asked.

"Looks really good to me man" was all Mike replied.

"Did you decide if you wanted the other one done too?" Tim inquired as he
was wiping something cold over my cock and balls again.

That's when Mike started back talking to me through the hood.  "Can you
handle another one for me boy?  I bet you can.  I know you will do just as
good."  Mike was asking me questions but he was also answering them as he
spoke.  At first I felt like I might be able to stop it, but it didn't take
long to realize that Mike's mind was already made up and this was more
about getting me ready and less about asking my opinion.

"I think my boy will do fine man.  Go ahead man and do it." Mike finally
spoke up.

I felt something cold now wiping under my balls.  Then I felt Mike reach
down and cup my balls in his hand and hold them up closer to my chest.  I
had a feeling that whatever was about to happen was going to happen to my
balls and I was trying to squirm up on the table, but with my ankles and
wrists tied down the way they were, and Mike holding my balls, there was
actually little I could do.

I felt a cold clamp pinch me between my ass and balls, then the burning
pain hit.  Again, Mike was telling me what a good boy I was and how proud
of me he was.  But to be honest all I could think of was the burning pain
that seemed to come from the bottom of my balls.  I wanted to cry so badly.

"Okay Mike, I have both rings installed." Tim said almost professionally.
"Was there anything else you needed today?"

"No man, thank you."  Mike replied and I have to admit that made me feel
better to know it was over.  "Do you want your normal payment?"

"Hell yeah" Tim said.

I felt my ankles being undone from the table so I figured I would be
getting off the table and probably sucking on Tim's cock or something, but
that's when my ankles got handed to Mike who was now holding them and had
me bent in half.  I felt Tim start to lick and eat my ass.  There are not
words to tell you how good it feels when a man licks your ass and Tim was
doing this like a professional, that's for sure.  The pain was quickly gone
as I sank into a puddle of horniness.

Mike was still smoking his cigar and I could smell the smoke being blown
over my face as he held my ankles.  Mike's cigar smoke was only forcing my
horniness to grow.  In my mind I could just see this whole thing.  But I am
sure it did not compare to what it actually looked like.

After a few minutes of Tim eating my ass, I felt him climb up on the table
and then without any prep or warning, I felt his cock tear into my ass.
All of those great feelings from just seconds ago were gone with the
penetrating pain of having a cock shoved balls deep into my ass.

"Oh yeah man, this boy has one sweet boy pussy on him." Tim told Mike.  Tim
never stopped thrusting in and out of my ass.  Even when Mike let my ankles
go and I managed to wrap my legs around Tim's waist, he still fucked me
with hard and powerful thrusts.

"Boy you can try any tricks you want, my cock is going to be driving into
that ass for a while." Tim said almost sarcastically.

I could still feel Mike standing over me and I could still smell his smoke,
so I knew he was watching me.  This made me think about was how gentle Mike
seemed to be when compared to Tim.  Either that or when Mike fucked me, I
just didn't realize how hard it was.  Tim seemed to be proud of how hard he
was fucking me and I somehow got the sense that this was what it must be
like when a man uses an ass to get off.

My ass felt like ground beef by the time I heard Tim say he was about to
cum.  Tim grabbed my shoulders and pushed down on them hard to hold me
still as he started to fuck me even harder.  But this only lasted about a
minute or two before Tim drove his cock in extra hard and I could feel the
flood start inside my ass.  I was so happy that it was over.

Tim climbed off me and I started to put my legs down when I heard Mike tell
me to hold my legs up.  It took all I had to keep them up, but I did it.
That's when I felt something cold being shoved into my ass.  It took a
little more pressure to push this thing in, but once it was, it sort of
stuck itself in place.

"Okay Mike, I plugged his hole up so he won't leak all over your seats."
Tim said.

Mike never took the hood off me, but guided me out of the shop once I was
dressed and into the truck.  Sitting on that thing in my ass was
uncomfortable, but with my jeans being so tight, it was not moving.  Once
we got where we were going, Mike again guided me into the door.  I realized
with the smells and sounds that we must be home.  I thought Mike would take
this hood off me now, but he didn't.

I was guided down the hall to what I think was Rob's room, and once inside,
I was stripped again.  I mentally got myself ready for another assault on
my ass as Mike put something on my wrists and ankles.  But to my surprise
Mike lifted me up and put me onto a bed.  Then Mike tied me up so that my
legs and arms were spread out to the corners of the bed.  I was on my back
so I wasn't uncomfortable, but since I could not move, I wasn't comfortable
either.

"Okay boy I have some things to do.  I will check in on you later." Was all
I heard as Mike left the room.  He left me there, hooded with something in
my mouth, tied to a bed, unable to move or get up.  I was just left there,
and I had no idea how long it was going to be.  I started to panic.  I
wanted to get up.  I wanted to know what was going on.  I wanted Mike...


END OF CHAPTER 8