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Miss Patty & Duke II
by Duke (duke9555@hotmail.com)
***
The day comes when Duke finds himself submitting
sexually to his wife's teenage lover. (M/m-teen,
MM, S&M, ped, v, drugs, cuck, huml, ws)
***
Patty & Duke's odyssey of sexual submission.
It's been two weeks since Patty, Jane, and I spent that
eventful day together in my apartment. More precisely
the day of my beating at the hands of her teen lover,
Patty. After witnessing the sexual magic Patty and Jane
showed together: I assumed they were still fucking. I
just didn't know where or when they were doing it.
In the weeks following the beating episode, I had
masturbated often to the vision of me getting the hell
beaten out of me by Patty. I thought often of his
bravura performance, in my bedroom, fucking my wife,
Jane.
This was yet another kinky aspect of my sexuality
recently discovered.
My day to day life was not upset by the events of that
fateful day. I maintained my 'Duke' persona at the
Black Cat Club and with all my employees. Though I no
longer could, with my wife, Jane.
**
Jane expressed her frank surprise out loud to me. At
how easily, Patty, a fifteen year old boy, could
dispatch a full grown thirty five year old man such as
myself. In what she generously referred to as a
fistfight. She was astonished at my quick acceptance of
defeat.
"He kicked your ass good," Jane giggled.
I could only confirm what she already knew.
"I guess I'm not much of a fighter or all that tough."
I sheepishly admitted.
"I should say not!" she smiled.
I hastily changed the subject whenever she spoke of my
humiliation at the hands of her teen lover. She needn't
know how turned on by it I was, or what a punk her
husband really was.
I didn't tell Jane about my spying on her and Patty
fucking in our bedroom. I thought it best to minimize
my shame and humiliation in her eyes. After all, I
thought, a husband, a man, should seek to keep all the
pride he could, whilst he could. She had seen me go
down in ignominious defeat to a mere boy. Any more
humiliation couldn't be sustained at this time I
reckoned.
It was another sunny summer's day when my doorbell
rang. Before responding to it, I went to a side window
and saw it was none other than Patty at my front door.
I was immediately unnerved by his presence.
**
He had a fresh tan. He looked like he just popped out
of a toaster. His light brown hair was further
lightened by either the Sun or bleach. I mused to
myself. I couldn't help but notice what an attractive
young man this was, (despite his evil personality)
standing on my front steps in the blinding Sun.
He was wearing a bright turquoise shirt maybe one size
too small. The shirt featured his pronounced muscular
physique to great effect. He also wore a pair of white
tennis shorts that hugged his hips snugly. The shorts
barely contained Patty's large cock I noticed.
His disgustingly obvious well developed teen body was
on full display. He was smiling his arrogant smile. His
blue eyes were adorned with makeup. I was sure his lips
had lipstick on them too. He held his cigarette out in
a feminine manner. This idiosyncrasy didn't fool me
this time, as to his actual toughness.
Patty was a tough street kid. He survived on the mean
streets of New York City, upon which one is never
allowed to forget violence and death. I learned two
weeks ago he was not averse to kicking some ass if it
struck his fancy. I had no desire to get another boxing
lesson from 'Miss' Patty.
This fifteen year old boy had it all physically. Baby
blue eyes, a splash of flattering freckles across an
elegantly turned up nose: A models cheekbones. Pouty
and full sensuous lips: A come hither smile of fine
straight white teeth: Rich thick light brown hair,
fashionably grown over his ears. A slim but highly
muscular physique. He was five feet ten or so, weighing
a tight well proportioned one hundred and fifty pounds.
His muscles were very well defined and toned. Lithe and
sinewy were words that sprung to mind.
Fear sliced through my body. Starting within my
intestines and working its way to my brain. I figured I
couldn't avoid Patty much longer. Jane wasn't home.
This could be a good opportunity to clear the air of
any animosity between Patty and I. I was most anxious
to let the past remain the past and forgive and forget.
I only hoped Patty was as kindly disposed. I couldn't
afford to have a fifteen year old boy bully me around
anytime he felt like it. I was after all the 'Duke'.
I was determined not to let Patty know how devastated I
really was, about the way he had beaten the shit out of
me only two weeks ago. Not being able to throw one
single punch during our 'fight' grated on my nerves and
ego. I didn't mind losing all that much, if at all. But
losing in such a one sided manner was embarrassing
beyond measure. And in full view of my wife at that!
The scars of our altercation were still with me. I
still had the remnants of two black eyes and a deep cut
within my still sore jaw. He had beaten me soundly, no
doubt. As I rubbed my jaw a few drops of blood were
drawn into my dick. I was getting sexually excited. I
was a pervert. I admitted to myself.
Whilst I admitted to myself and to Jane, on a certain
level, my perverse attraction to Patty. I damn sure
didn't need to admit this embarrassment to Patty
himself. I really wanted to preserve as much as the
'Duke' persona as I could, despite my recent
humiliations.
I regained my 'sang froid' and summoned the courage to
go to and open the front door. I made up my mind to
greet Patty with as much good cheer as I could manage.
The door opened. I was greeted by a sweet smiling
Patty. The arrogant smile he displayed while on my
front steps had disappeared. He must have gotten this
knack for sudden transformations being a rent boy on
the seamier streets of New York City. His being a queer
hustler was an open secret in my group at the Black Cat
club.
This fact now reassured me. I thought his need for
money, and my need for him, as well as my need for
maintaining my Duke 'front' could all work themselves
out to both of our likings.
I wasn't much good with my fists. And not as
spectacular in the bedroom as Patty was. But I did have
a whole lot more money than he did. I planned to use
that money to finesse my way out of this Patty jam I
had gotten myself into. (You know what they say about
best laid plans.)
Patty boldly strode into my apartment. He stood
menacingly close to me. So close I could smell his
heavy cologne and perspiration. The combination was
heady. His light blue eyes took the measure of me. I
figured he wanted to see what my attitude towards him
would be.
Now that we both knew he could kick the shit out of me
anytime he felt the urge to, without my bodyguards
present. His countenance was that of a tough kid. All
business and no bullshit about 'Miss' Patty this day.
His stare bore in on me, a bully's stare, daring me to
respond. He stood unflinching, unwavering, unblinking.
His eyes were naked in disdain and contempt. I blinked.
I was immediately intimidated. So much for my courage
today.
I gave him an uncharacteristic submissive look. I
averted my eyes slowly and bowed my head slightly. I
gave him one of my best 'little boy' smiles. Evidence,
I hoped would let him know without stating it openly,
that I definitely was aware that a new dynamic obtained
between us. He the alpha male, and I, 'Duke', his
subordinate.
This quick exchange of glances gave me a warming thrill
throughout my body. Admitting, however subtlety to this
fifteen year old effeminate boy my new found
inferiority to him exhilarated me: I sensed this day
would bring me to a depth of depravity heretofore
unexplored.
His gaze was as if he was seeing me naked in all my
fear and cowardice. Patty saw right through all the
'Duke' pretenses of self assuredness I exhibited in the
past. Patty knew the real me.
Patty walked breezily past me, right on through to my
living room. I followed him in. Behind his back I
checked out his deeply tanned legs and his firm young
buttocks. He suggestively rolled his buttocks before
me. The two firm globes of Patty's tight teen ass
undulated invitingly before me. It was an effective
move. Patty after all shook his ass professionally I
reminded myself. Patty's broad young back strained at
the material of his tight gaudy shirt.
Patty's ambiguous sexuality and compulsive posing
struck me as a remarkable quest for authenticity.
Patty had a hot product for sale. And was expert at
showing it off to those inclined to watch. I was.
He sat down splay legged on MY chair. He casually
removed a cigarette from a gold case. He lit it with
panache and a flourish. He used his gold Dunhill
lighter.
Patty's whole demeanor suggested he owned the place and
not me: The now dry mouthed and nervous 'Duke'.
After we said hi to each other he matter-of-factly told
me to get him a beer.
I, with deliberate meekness, asked.
"What kind?"
He curtly replied.
"Surprise me."
I fetched him a can of Bud and handed it to him.
He arched an eyebrow at me and coldly said, "Open it."
I thought this odd. With his oversized hands he could
have snapped the top on the can so much more easily
than I: But I also knew the simple act of me opening it
for him comported with his self image as 'Miss' Patty
and not 'Patrick. He was setting me up this day as the
one who listens and does. And he as the one who tells
me what to do.
I eagerly complied and handed the can back to him. He
drank from the can with the delicacy befitting a
seventeenth century French count I thought.
"Get one for yourself," he said magnanimously.
I jumped up and did exactly that.
When I returned he was standing. He took two steps
forward. And with one large hand grabbed the front of
my shirt and pushed me back into the kitchen against
the bricks of the wall.
With the strength I now knew he possessed he pressed
his hard fist into my chest.
Through perfect white teeth and a clenched jaw he
snarled.
"Look faggot, I came here today to have a little fun
with you."
I gulped in fear.
I had absolutely no defiance in my expression and only
compliance on my mind. I nodded my head in agreement.
My eyes blinked nervously.
The rent boy was very obviously enjoying being the boss
over a man who probably reminded him of many of his
tricks, I smiled to myself.
He unceremoniously shoved me into the living room and
said, "Sit down in there stupid."
I gingerly sat myself down on the divan. He told me he
was here to drink my beer and snort my coke: At this
last statement an unnatural excitement spread through
my loins. My prick moved ever so slightly. My breath
was short.
"Get the fucking coke lard-ass, now!" he yelled.
I said not a word as I walked over and got the
container of coke and handed it to him.
He opened it up and saw the coke. As he did, I saw a
genuine smile on Patty's handsome face.
"Get me a straw Dukey," Patty commanded.
One was nearby so I just handed it to him.
Patty made himself comfortable on my couch. I drank
deeply from my can of beer. He snorted line after line
of my expensive coke. His high got rather apparent. His
pupils dilated and his expression took on a faraway
look. I got more nervous. My penis leaked pre cum.
He studied me with amusement and a haughty grin and
said.
"Take off your clothes Dukey."
I looked nonplussed at him and said
"What?"
He emphatically said, "NOW!!"
We both knew something like this was in the cards.
Right from the time he beat me up and I did nothing in
response. We knew. I made no effort to disguise my
utter subservience to this Endymion. With a nervous
hesitation I removed my shirt and then my pants. I
kicked off my sandals. I eschewed socks in the summer.
I now stood in my white briefs before my new teen
master.
As I modeled my tighty-whitey briefs I took a step
closer to him and put my hands on my hips and smiled
and said, "Well, is this all right?"
I stood wordlessly before my teen tormentor in my
tighty-whities. Patty was appraising me like one might
do to a piece of furniture. He sarcastically told me he
liked me without clothes. I remained silent and
absentmindedly bit my lower lip. Patty stood closer to
me. He rubbed my smooth hairless chest with the back of
his rough hand.
My soft slight frame trembled in fear and expectation.
Patty put a warm large hand on the small of my back. My
skin was moist with nervous perspiration. In one abrupt
stroke Patty yanked my briefs up and into the crack of
my ass. I gave out a surprised shriek. Not a masculine
shriek either, but one that might be expected from a
terrified girl.
Patty forced me to walk quickly as he ran me on my tip
toes across the full length of the living room. I
hadn't had a wedgie since the bullies gave me them
regularly back in high school. They became standard
behavior when the bully boys discovered I was too
cowardly to fight back. I was once again at the mercy
of a fifteen year old bully. This time it was even more
emasculating as I was now a full grown thirty five year
old man. I was once more acquiescing to a bully. I said
things like "please stop" and "oh no you're hurting
me".
Patty only laughed harder and pulled my briefs tighter.
I ineffectually grasped Patty's strong wrist in an
attempt to break his grip on the waistband of my
briefs. He finally let go and set me free as he
breathlessly guffawed at my plight.
**
Patty licked his lips and smiled comically.
"Take off ALL your clothes silly," he quietly said with
a hint of jocularity.
I bent slightly. I very slowly removed my briefs. His
low laugh was barely audible. But I knew he was
laughing in perverse satisfaction at my very white,
hairless, toneless body. My petite prick was standing
at attention. Mute testimony to the fact Patty wasn't
telling me to do anything I disapproved of.
He said, "Turn around sweetie."
I did as he instructed.
But with a whole hell of a lot of embarrassment. I was
embarrassed at my naked body, and embarrassed at my
quick subjugation.
I felt distinctly like an idiot displaying my less than
Greek form to this fifteen year old street hustler.
Despite the heat of this summer's day I shivered. I
have always been ashamed of my body. I have the
physique of a pencil pusher. My greatest exercise being
hoisting a glass of scotch, now and again. I examined
my spindly legs and thin arms. I cursed myself for not
at least trying to do a pushup once in a while. I held
my head in shame. He continued grinning.
"Turn around and let me see your ass honey," Patty said
snidely.
As I turned around to give Patty a full view of my
shameful physique I felt weirdly proud I was indeed not
well built. I knew my physical shortcomings were giving
Patty great pleasure. Seeing the 'great' Duke actually
naked in body and spirit before him was a great treat
for Patty.
Alone, only he and I were witnesses to my deliquescent
male ego.
My pesky erection didn't diminish. Patty broke out in a
full throated laugh at my pasty pale and frail frame. I
felt the heat of a blush on my cheeks. He reached over
and gave my bare ass a smack and told me I was sweet.
He demanded I get down on my hands and knees and crawl
over to him. With not the slightest hint of resistance
I got down on my hands and knees. I crawled over to
him. Keeping my head arched downward, at a submissive
angle. I crawled slowly. I was at his feet. I said
nothing. I waited instinctively for my teen master's
next order.
"Take off my shoes Duke," he said, stressing the last
word with heavy sarcasm.
He stretched out his feet to me. I was now just a
pitiful sack of trembling shit. I was certainly no
'Duke'. This day was rapidly taking on a very special
significance. A profound paradigm shift was in the
works. I as the 'Duke' and the adult was about to lose
my position as the alpha male here today.
With great care I removed one shoe. Then with equal
solemnity I removed the other. I carefully placed both
shoes under my couch. He wore no socks.
He placed his right foot near my face and calmly said.
"Kiss my foot Dukey, lick it Dukey."
With labored breathing I commenced to dutifully lick
and kiss his sweaty foot. He then proffered his left
foot. I licked and kissed that one as well.
"Do it nice and slow," he said.
I continued to worship his feet with an increasingly
dry mouth.
I used the sweat from his feet to moisten my mouth. I
licked the bottom of his feet and in between his toes.
I wanted to show Patty I was his slave, and loving it
too. I sucked each of his ten toes as if they were tiny
cocks.
Domination and submission had been a favorite of mine.
Until recently I had almost always been the dominant
figure in that sexual pas-de-deux. On the rare
occasions I was in the submissive role it was with a
paid dominatrix. Now I was with a fifteen year old boy
who was *truly* dominant over me, in every sense of the
word. The sensation of *true* submission was thrilling.
The fact he was so young and effeminate only enhanced
the entire experience for me.
I continued worshipping his feet. Accompanied by my
deep moans and groans; I gave both of Patty's odiferous
feet a loving tongue bath. My eyes were closed. My
moans of pleasure were sincere. He laughed with self
satisfaction at my ardor. Patty's right foot found my
little erection.
He rubbed my tiny dick up and down with his calloused
foot.
"What a cute lil weenie you have Dukey, it's so stiff
too," Patty said in a sing song fashion.
I had thought my penis was quite adequate until I saw
his big cock two weeks ago.
"You like this shit, right Dukey?" he asked.
"Yes Patty I do, very much," I eagerly replied.
"You want to be my bitch slave, right?" Patty inquired
smugly.
I answered with a silence.
I'm sure he meant those words to be insulting and
demeaning. They were, but also quite true. My heart
skipped a beat or two as he spoke to me in a coarse and
bravado laden tone of voice. I could have cum right
then and there.
I held back however as I wanted all of Patty's divine
tortures this day. To have cum would have ruined it. I
was not to be disappointed this afternoon.
I asked Patty if I could smoke.
He replied, "Say, please Patty sir may I smoke."
He snorted a few more lines as I said, "Please Patty
sir, may I have a cigarette, please."
He flung his gold cigarette case at me and said, "Light
us both one Dukey."
My annoyance at him for referring to me as 'Dukey' was
having its desired effect. I was at once humiliated and
excited: If that makes any sense. As I lit both
cigarettes my hands were visibly shaking with passion.
"Are you nervous Dukey?" Patty asked.
I quietly said "no sir" in meek reply.
"SIR?" Patty questioned in mock surprise.
"Dukey is learning fast isn't he?" Patty said.
"Yes sir," I said weakly.
My head lowered with sincere submission to my fifteen
year old master.
With no self consciousness at all Patty adjusted his
big cock within his snug white shorts. He spotted me
intently watching. His expression grew more sinister. A
broad smile crossed his face. He dug deeper into his
shorts. Now, with great purpose he played openly with
his cock. He shifted his position much lower in the
couch.
"Does Dukey wanna suck Miss Patty's big hard cock?" he
queried.
"Oh God yes sir, I do," I said without missing a beat.
My breathing got even more labored as he laughed a
villainous laugh.
"You wanna suck the big cock that's been fucking your
whore wife's cunt Dukey?" Patty dryly asked.
My dick lurched at his mean spirited words. "Oh God yes
sir I do, very much sir," I quickly answered.
"Take off my shorts you dumb fucking asshole," he
growled.
With some trepidation I put my hands on either side of
his shorts. As I did this I saw his massive cock
pressing against the soft material of his tight white
shorts. Patty's cock was incongruously large on such a
slim boy. With admiration and envy I stared at the
bulge in his shorts.
I began working his pants off his slim boyish hips.
Patty gave me no assistance. I tugged them ever lower
as he busied himself snorting my coke and flicking
cigarette ashes onto my bare white shoulders. I lowered
them to his bare feet. Patty grabbed them and took them
completely off. He handed them to me.
"Fold them carefully and put them away Dukey," he
gently said.
He was very comfortable being the boss.
Holding Patty's shorts I stood and walked away. I
folded his shorts neatly and put them over a chair.
Patty wouldn't or couldn't take his eyes off my naked
body. His smile indicated his pleasure at seeing my
pitiful naked body. I reassumed my position at his
feet. I was only mildly surprised to see he was wearing
a pair of lavender panties.
My look of surprise was noticed by Patty as he asked,
"You like my panties Dukey?"
"Yes Patty sir, they're very sexy," I replied in a
voice dripping with submission.
They were obviously silk and expensive. They were
tailored in a high French cut style. A lace butterfly
design gusset was noticeable on their front. They were
decidedly feminine. The translucent butterfly appliqué
allowed me to see Patty's dark pubic hair as well as
aspects of his colossal cock. These lacey panties were
a profound contrast to Patty's slim sinewy boyish
figure I thought. He had a muscular physique, not at
all girlish. I wondered where and how a fifteen year
old boy could acquire such a fancy garment. In
comparison my white briefs were quite mundane. I found
myself oddly jealous.
He resumed his nasty attitude as he rubbed his big
protruding cock in an exaggerated manner.
His cock was extremely hard and the head lie near his
navel. The base of his large cock was covered by the
diaphanous material of his panties. I found the
incongruity between his thick, manly, heavily veined
love log, and his flimsy panties strangely stimulating.
The exuberance he showed at stroking his amazing cock
was like many boys exhibit when they have an
appreciative audience, such as I.
I saw the cocaine was bringing forth more of the
Patrick than the 'Miss Patty', in this highly sexual
fifteen year old boy.
My mouth salivated at the sight of this boy's
magnificent cock. No matter how much Patrick wanted to
be, or acted the part of, 'Miss' Patty, his large
symbol of masculinity would always put the lie to that
act.
His manhood was much too large to conceal with a pair
of panties.
I got a whiff of the musky pheromones being produced
and emitted by Patty's hefty genitals. They
accomplished the purpose they were meant to. The odor
of sex stimulated and increased my desire to suck his
cock. My hunger was intense. My eyes shined with
obeisance. I felt a great need to be on my knees
sucking this boy's big cock.
My inner faggot was now released and out of its shell:
Making itself known to both Patty and I. Patty pulled
his cock all the way out. His heavy balls hung
alluringly over the edge of his elegant lavender
panties. He slowly and deliberately jacked his massive
meat with his right hand as he cupped and caressed his
balls with his left hand. He spread his well muscled
tanned legs. He put on an obscene show for my benefit.
His large hand failed to completely cover his cock.
"Dukey wanna lick it?" he sarcastically intoned.
"Yes Sir I do, may I?" was all I could get out of my
tension wracked larynx.
Patty took some pre cum from his cock with his right
index finger and said, "Hold out your tongue faggot."
I did as I was instructed and offered Patty my open
mouth and tongue.
He laughed and placed his index finger on my tongue. I
closed my eyes in rapturous satisfaction. I swallowed
Patty's manly essence. Patty hauled back his behemoth
cock. He then dragged the entire length of his horse
sized cock across my face. He pulled it back and
repeatedly smacked me in the face with it. This teen
boy was taunting me with his huge cock.
His ultra hard cock hitting my face forcefully served
as a reminder of the two black eyes and split lip he
had given me two weeks ago. His steel hard meat missile
made contact with my still sore and bruised flesh. He
slowly and seductively removed his lavender panties. He
picked his cock up and away in a smooth movement. He
shimmied the panties off his bare feet. Patty grabbed
his panties.
He handed his panties to me, and said, as I held them,
"Sniff 'em faggot, go ahead, I know you wanna."
I did want to. And to do it in a manner so Patty could
clearly see my self debasement.
Through flared nostrils I sniffed his warm heavenly
scented panties. They smelled wonderful to me. I
smelled the ambrosia of his sex. My dick became almost
as hard as Patty's.
He spread his legs lewdly and held his cock outwards.
His cock loomed large and motionless.
He let go of his love weapon and told me, "Here, suck
my cock Dukey, you fucking flaming cock-sucking faggot.
Blow me faggot"!
I could only take a deep breath and say, "Oh yeah! I
want to Patty sir, please let me have it please, sir."
I blushed deeply as I made this plea.
Patty smugly smiled down at me and said, "No, no, no.
First we have to prepare my sweetie pie, Dukey."
I had no clue as to what he meant by this comment: I
held my breath, in anticipation.
As he snorted more coke he imperiously said, "Go to
Jane's dresser and bring me back a few of her nicest
panties, fag boy."
I once again stood. As I did, I sought to cover up my
unimpressive hard-on.
Patty noticed and said, "No Dukey, let me see that dick
of yours, Jane told me how small it is, but I figured
she was just shitting me. I guess she was telling the
truth, you are packing NOTHING Dukey." Patty smirked
cruelly.
I took my hand away from my penis. I let Patty see what
a small man I actually was. Patty laughed heartily. My
shame was beyond words. My pleasure was as well. Patty
continued to giggle contemptuously.
After Patty had his laugh at my penis size I went to my
bedroom and searched Jane's lingerie drawer. I brought
back three pairs of my favorite panties. All three pair
were lacey and very feminine, blue, black and a yellow
pair. When I arrived back in the living room Patty's
nude form lie across the couch. His slim, tanned body
was in juxtaposition to his immense outstretched cock.
Patty had his lavender panties dangling from the end of
his prodigious male sex organ. They hung loosely on the
tip of his cock. The garment looked awfully small
compared to Patty's cock, I thought. He brusquely
grabbed and examined each of the panties I had brought
to him.
"These pale blue ones will do miss thing," he chirped.
I wondered why he required another pair of panties. I
failed to summon the courage to ask him. My cowardice
was now uncontrollable.
My ignorance was removed as Patty shouted at me, "Here,
put these on, bitch."
He held the panties out to me in a girly way. He
grinned devilishly.
I was taken more than a little aback. I wondered how I
would like cross-dressing for my teen master's
pleasure. And I was more than a little disappointed at
not being able to gobble down on that big cock, Patty
was arrantly playing with. I pondered his panty order.
A look of disappointment must have been apparent on my
face.
Patty spoke to me in his most adamantine tone yet, "Put
these on or I'll kick your sorry ass, right here, right
now!"
I blanched and swallowed hard. I was thoroughly
intimidated by this teenager. Patty seemed to enjoy
violence too much to suit me. I quaked in fear at the
prospect of another beating at the hands of this teen
bully. My prick stiffened at the thought of my bleeding
prostrate body lying on the floor as Patty put his foot
on my chest. Should I disobey Patty and find out what
he would do? I equivocated and thought for maybe ten
seconds.
My sense of self preservation won out over any foolish
thoughts of bravery.
**
We both knew very well he could beat the shit out of
me. With little trouble too. I wasn't going to anger
this pissed off queen with any foolish display of
defiance. I at once recognized I had to bend to the
will of this willful child.
In the daintiest manner I was capable of I put one foot
then the other through my wife's pale blue silk
panties. I pulled them up to my crotch and waist. I
worked them past my stiff dick. Not a perfect fit, I
observed. The kiss of the sheer fabric on my delicate
body felt reassuring. I was now a panty wearing queer.
My scant penis interrupted the smooth line of the front
of the silk panties. With the delicate silk material
now stimulating my dick I was at great pains staving
off my orgasm. Patty looked pleased at my compliance.
Without being asked, I twirled and moved to give Patty
a full view of his new slave. I, by this time wanted
desperately to please this teen god. I turned
completely around showing off my panty clad crotch and
ass. Patty couldn't contain his laugher at my foolish
display. I was mildly insulted actually. I had thought
I didn't look half bad in them. Though I knew I must
have presented an awkward and ridiculous figure.
Patty snapped his fingers and told me to get on my
knees before him. I crawled over without being asked
to. It just felt so right now to crawl. On my hands and
knees I crawled to my teen master. Patty sat smugly on
the couch.
My prick pointed up painfully through the delicate
fabric of the panties. It made a small tent. Patty sat
staring at me. While on my hands and knees Patty slowly
ran his large hands over my ass and sarcastically oohed
and aahed in humorous approval. He smacked my butt hard
and laughed as he did <smack> <smack>. He wasn't
hurting me. He was only playfully hitting his new 35
year old adult male slave.
Patty pulled my face forward in a rough motion towards
his truncheon like cock.
"My oh my, doesn't my Dukey look good in his blue
panties," Patty laughed.
From somewhere Patty produced a red lipstick. Patty
told me to purse my lips. He demonstrated how he wanted
this done by pursing his own pouty lipstick covered
lips. I've seen women do this so it wasn't all that
strange an act for me. I closed my eyes. I obeyed
Patty's latest instructions by pursing my lips. Patty
applied the red lipstick to my lips with the deftness
of an expert. I pressed my lips together. I smoothed
out the deep red lipstick onto my lips with my left
pinky . Patty returned the tube to the drawer.
"Now, you dumb fucking whore you're ready to suck my
cock," he said as he waved his fantastic cock directly
at my face. I took silent exception to the word dumb.
Patty was not a boy overly fond of nuance. He was quite
explicit with his directions. He shoved his enormous
hard-on at my lipstick covered lips. The moment I
waited for had arrived.
Patty presented his giant cock to me. He told me to
blow him. I was awestruck. Patty's stupendous cock
appeared so much larger up close than when I had seen
it last, from a distance, fucking my wife Jane in our
bedroom. I felt it strangely a propos that I should be
kneeling before Patty's ostentatious male member. His
cock was impressive for its astonishing size. It had,
not surprisingly, replaced my miniature dick as far as
my wife was concerned.
"God Patty! You have one big fucking cock!" I exclaimed
enviously.
"I know Dukey, Jane loves it too," Patty chuckled
lustily.
I was quite frankly gushing like a virginal schoolgirl.
This teen savage had a tower of a phallus. I was cowed
by it. I was literally drooling. My eyes were ablaze
with anticipation and submission. I wanted his cock in
my mouth. I was about to give a blowjob to my wife's
teen lover.
My weenie was hard as a rock. I didn't even think twice
about why I wanted it so much. I just did. I licked my
lips. I studied his mammoth meat. It was heavy looking.
It was well veined, long and wide. The fragrance of his
sex hit my nostrils. My dick pulsated.
I opened my mouth widely. I kept my arms at my side.
Patty slowly introduced his monster cock into my
yielding mouth. His steel hardness and velvet softness
at once was a wondrous sensation. (this was not the
first time I had sucked a cock.)
I licked and lapped and sucked Patty's amazing cock
with great intensity. I licked his long shaft up and
down its full length. I managed to secure his whole
nut-sack into my mouth whilst breathing through my
nose. Patty saw I needed no directions at sucking cock.
He smiled in enjoyment and approbation.
I continued worshipping Patty's cock for a while. Not
forgetting his inviting set of big balls by any means;
I licked his pendulous scrotum slowly and lovingly. One
ball at a time. Slavishly I lapped at his cock as a
child might do to a rather delicious ice cream cone. I
was in Nirvana: Or some slave heaven.
"Lick my balls carefully Dukey," Patty ordered. My
fervor increased.
I bowed respectfully. I was a supplicant before a holy
scepter. I gazed at Patty's cock and balls with
undisguised adoration. Deep within my mouth Patty's
massive love rod insisted its way into the opening of
my throat. My head bobbed up and down in a fast fury. A
movement I had seen many women do for me. Now I was on
the other side of a blowjob.
I felt a deep seated need to please my teen master with
my pussy mouth. I kissed up and down the full length of
Patty's stone hard cock's left side. I switched to the
right side and repeated my maneuver. I greedily lapped
at his entire shaft. I lovingly covered it with my
saliva.
I planted small kisses on the dorsal vein of Patty's
large teen cock. From the tip of Patty's big cock to
its base my tongue worked: Alternately fast and slow.
My jaw went numb. I persisted. Patty's man meat
glistened with saliva and pre cum. My tongue dipped and
darted into Patty's piss-hole. This was a cock of a
potent man. A virile man.
I tongued his inguinal regions with giddy abandon. His
thighs and crotch were bathed in my saliva. The
crevices between his thighs and cock were not spared my
ministrations. I dropped and rested my hands on Patty's
muscular thighs. I remained still. He pushed and pulled
his hot teen snake in and out of my mouth. I openly
moaned for this boy's cock.
I was importunate in my efforts. I was closing in on my
goal: Patty's orgasm. The tell tale squishing sounds of
a blowjob in progress filled the otherwise silent room.
I was fascinated and astounded at the rigidity of
Patty's hard-on.
My lips brushed past and through Patty's coarse pubic
hair. My tongue traveled up to Patty's small hard
nipples. I licked and gently bit both of them. My
tongue went down to his hard well defined abdomen. He
sported a full six pack. My tongue rested at and in his
small navel. I made small circles with my tongue in it.
I licked out all the lint residing in his cute
adolescent bellybutton. I lapped at the trail of light
fuzz from his pubic region to his chest. I made a quick
wide sweep up to his armpits.
With a smile and a murmur of amused approval Patty
lifted both of his arms. I wantonly licked both of his
sweaty armpits.
"Oh yeah, sweetheart," he muttered.
My nostrils grew wider. The raw scent of Patty's
untempered teen sexuality drove me on to complete my
task. Patty gently grasped my soft bare shoulders. He
was now an active participant in this blowjob. I
continued to suck his magnificent cock.
In ceremonies of the one eyed serpent this queen was a
king.
"Suck that cock bitch!" Patty demanded.
I was delighted at my teen master's obvious pleasure. I
knew I was giving him a world class blowjob. I was here
to serve and please my master. I smiled up at Patty
with a faggot's pride. Patty smiled back at me. I
closed my eyes and continued sucking my master off. My
heart pounded wildly in my chest.
I groaned deeply. I could sense Transubstantiation was
at hand. I closed my eyes in earnest respect for this
teen's cock. I found it difficult to resist not playing
with my own. But Patty had ordered me to refrain from
that. I obeyed without question. I licked and licked,
sticking my tongue into his pee-hole and flicking my
tongue rapidly over his cock's head. In a daring show
of servitude I licked his prepuce completely clean.
Patty moaned. He was obviously surprised at this
excellent blowjob, his slave, Duke, was administering.
I saw my lipstick smeared across Patty's great cock. It
was a full nine inches I estimated: About 80% larger
than my own. My wife's love for this amazing boy and
his male instrument was no mystery. My hands sought out
Patty's biceps. I wanted to feel him, his manliness. My
hands roamed all over his gorgeous anatomy. I had his
cock deep in my mouth.
I gently ran my hands across both of his impressive
biceps and down his thick forearms. Patty looked down
at me. I lovingly explored his body with my hands and
tongue. Patty purposely flexed his arm muscles against
my soft smooth manicured hands. My knees were getting
sore. I persisted. I was relentless.
Unembarrassed now by his obvious machismo, Patty was
showing me, HE was the _man_ here today. I, after all,
was on my knees sucking HIS gargantuan cock: To add to
this pathetic tableau I now had a set of crimson lips.
Not from blood, this time, but lipstick, applied by my
wife's teen boyfriend. I now had some sense of the
thrills Patrick got from acting out his own 'inner
woman', as I acted out mine. ('Miss Ronny') My
muliebrity level was greater than his, I thought coyly.
Patty's acrobatic blend of femininity and masculinity
worked in seamless counterpoint. Patty was the real man
here. Ronny/Duke was a faggot bitch. Patty used these
very words as I continued to suck his giant stalk. I
shuddered at his insults. I shuddered with passion.
Passion for this stunning male creature, my master,
before me. My transformation from 'Duke' to 'Miss
Ronny' was almost complete. I felt a strange freedom in
being 'Miss Ronny' for Patrick.
Patty moved up higher on the couch. He pulled his cock
up and way from me. He took hold of his cock and held
it up against his hard six pack abdomen. He widened the
spread of his legs. He pulled his heavy balls away.
Patty's ass was in my face. The ultimate act of
submission was near. Without prompting, I insinuated my
tongue into his dark musky asshole.
I moaned as my tongue began to dance in his ass. He
pressed his pelvis heavily onto my face. My tongue
found the deepest part of his asshole it could. My
tongue lingered in Patty's pungent feculent ass. I was
lost in Patty's bowels. My eyes shone brightly with
glee. I eagerly pulled his hard ass cheeks apart. My
tongue worked ever deeper into his rectum.
My need to show Patty the deep respect I had for him
now centered on his inviting asshole. Under other
conditions I would have found it to be revolting. Today
I was mesmerized by the very thought of worshipping
fully the dark dank asshole of my wife's teen lover. My
tongue curled into the hot humid tunnel that was
Patty's anus. I sedulously slathered the mephitic
miasma of Patty's sweaty anal aperture. Patty's ass was
now cleaner and shining with my spit. I took deep
breaths in his fetid ass.
I swirled my tongue around the rim of his bunghole. I
reverentially planted a deep kiss on Patty's freshly
cleaned rosebud of an asshole. Patty urged me on with
words like "eat my ass faggot" and "rim me pussy boy".
My eyes watered and my breath came fitfully. I felt
Patty pull my left hand off his right bicep. Patty was
now pulling off my wedding band. I continued to
submissively eat out his asshole with great gusto and
no hesitation.
"Give me that ring, cunt," Patty spat.
I weakly extended my left arm out to him. Making it
easier for him to remove the symbol of my marriage to
his lover, my wife, Jane. I continued tonguing his
asshole. Patty removed my wedding ring and placed it on
his left pinky. It was too small to fit on the
traditional 3rd finger on his left hand. Patty jammed
his left hand into my field of vision. My gold wedding
band looked better on Patty than it did on me, I noted.
I slowly continued to clean his bunghole with my
tongue. Patty then picked up my face with both of his
large hands and bade me to stop licking his ass. His
lips curled into a snarl. Our eyes met.
He spat directly into my face whilst calling me, "The
queerest, sickest piece of fag shit I have ever seen!"
His spit dripped off my face. I directed my gaze
downwards. I submissively bowed my head. My dick was as
hard as I remember it ever being. My blue panties were
strained to the breaking point. I thought of them now
as MY panties, not my wife's. I was Patty's bitch. I
silently said a small prayer Jane wouldn't pick this
moment to return home.
With renewed vigor Patty shoved his cock back into my
mouth. I resumed giving him his blowjob. I could hear
his murmurs of pleasure. I continued to rapidly flick
my tongue at the back of his cock's head. I could feel
his enormous cock twitch and move deeply into my mouth
and beginning of my throat. A good portion of his cock
remained out of my oral cavity. My mouth could not
accommodate all of his humongous cock.
I drooled spittle over the entire length of his cock.
Patty roughly pushed my hands away from his cock. He
started to furiously fuck my face. Patty's cock was now
completely wet with my spit, and a copious amount of
his pre cum. My worshipful attentions had exacted an
excellent result. I basked in my accomplishments. My
mouth was now nothing but a pussy for Patty's great
slab of cock meat.
He grunted and rammed it again and again into my mouth
and throat relentlessly. I gagged and choked. Patty
didn't slow down. My ravenous hunger for Patty's cock
grew. I heroically suppressed my gag reflex.
My face was being raped by this strong teen boy. I was
exultant. Tears filled my eyes. Patty stood straight
up. He rudely pushed me down to the floor. A long
string of spittle and pre cum connected my mouth to
Patty's cock. I balanced myself behind me with both
hands. Whilst I was down, Patty shoved his cock into my
wide open hungry mouth. I was reminded of a mother bird
feeding her young.
This rape of my face was being done with a brutal force
I've never seen before. Breathing was a major problem
for me. I exerted my full concentration on breathing
through my nose. Most of Patty's big cock filled my
entire mouth and much of my throat. His cock grew
bigger still. It fibrillated and spasmed. I knew he was
about to shoot his load. I steeled myself for the man
goo I knew was on its way. I was determined to swallow
ALL of Patty's semen. I braced myself for the oncoming
emission.
I was being degradingly face fucked. I was Patty's
drooling whore now. His cock continued to skewer my
mouth.
I was startled as Patty's cock exploded in my mouth. A
geyser of warm viscous cum quickly flooded my mouth. I
felt the familiar saline taste in my mouth. Patty let
out a great groan. Another burst of semen was let
loose. Patty held my mouth tightly shut with his
powerful grip. A series of blasts of my teen master's
ejaculate hit my throat.
He squirted rope after rope of cum. I swallowed almost
all of it. A small amount escaped as he leaned back and
let me free. Some of Patty's cum dripped off my chin
and onto my blue panties. I opened my mouth wide to
show Patty I had indeed swallowed his baby batter.
My mouth had a lavish coat of Patty's cum on it. I
licked my lips in satisfaction as a cat does after
finishing a saucer of cream. When I saw a few drops of
Patty's cum hit my panties a surge of sexual release
coursed through my entire body. I popped my load
without ever touching my dick. Patty let his slowly
softening cock flop onto my sweat and cum stained face.
He dragged his wet cock across my face. It left a slimy
trail behind.
His smile was as authentic as I've ever seen it: As was
mine. I took a deep breath and smelled sex in the room.
**
I slowly regained my natural breathing ability. The
pleasant taste of Patty's fresh warm cum was still in
my mouth. My panties were wet from an extravagant load
of my own cum. The force of which had just given me the
single most intense orgasm of my life, to date. Patty
fell back on the couch and let out a big sigh. A look
of absolute contentment crossed his handsome face.
I rose and sat myself cross-legged by the small table
near the couch. I fished out two cigarettes from
Patty's gold case. I lit one for each of us. Patty
threw me a pair of yellow panties to clean my face
with. As I handed Patty his cigarette my hand brushed
up against his wet semi hard cock. It convulsed at my
touch. Patty smiled widely as he took a deep drag from
his cigarette.
"Thanks Dukey that was one fantastic blowjob," he said
offhandedly. "You could suck cock for a living."
I felt a queer pride. His usual sarcasm was notable by
its absence. "You're quite welcome Patty sir." I
replied beaming.
After a refractory period for his cock, he crooked his
finger at me. He beckoned me to join him on the couch.
I got up. I noticed my pale blue panties looked so much
more natural on me now. My erection had gone. I sat
close to him. He pulled my face towards his and put his
lipstick covered lips over mine. He pushed his tongue
deep into my open mouth. He gently embraced me much
like a man does to a woman after sex.
I felt the steel like muscles of his arms around my
soft flesh. We kissed passionately for a few minutes;
My first time ever kissing another male. Patty was now
a gentle and sensual lover. My hand dropped to his lap.
I rubbed his tumescent cock. Patty's powers of
recuperation were astonishing.
I slowly caressed his big balls. I started to give him
a handjob. I marveled at his cock's length and girth. I
could have gotten two of my hands over its length. My
one hand could barely get fully around his cock's
circumference. Its width and girth were more impressive
than its length I thought to myself.
I now knew for sure I was a size queen. I placed one
hand on Patty's wet cock and rubbed it up and down
slowly. I quietly brought my hand up to my nose and
sniffed Patty's manly essence on it.
I surprised Patty as I quietly growled, "Your cock is
so fucking beautiful Patrick."
"Be nice and you'll get more of it," Patty archly
replied.
My eyes were half closed. I took a deep breath. My head
rested against Patty's strong chest. A wave of
satisfaction and contentment washed over both of us. We
grew and remained silent.
Suddenly Patty exclaimed, "Oh Dukey you've made a
mess!" Patty said pointing to the floor.
A few specks of Patty's cum were on the floor. "Now get
your cock-sucking butt down there and lick it up!"
Patty said angrily.
I knew only too well not to hesitate. I scrambled to
the floor. I slowly kneeled. Patty shoved my face to
the floor. I licked at the drying cum stains. Though
the floor was clean I picked up more dirt with my
tongue than cum.
Patty walked slowly behind me, "Put your ass up and
your face down," he directed.
I put my bony panty clad derriere way up and kept my
head low. Patty was degrading me completely now. My
weenie was awash in pre cum. Patty stepped closer to
me. He inserted one large finger between my blue silk
panties and ass. In a fast move he pulled my panties
down exposing my pale buttocks.
"You don't look like such a big shot now Duke," Patty
observed cattily. He doubtlessly was right. I remained
silent. I had no idea what to say. Patty then hit my
right ass cheek with a belt.
I yelped, "OHH!"
He struck my left cheek with even greater force. About
ten more times Patty whipped my warming ass with a
black leather belt. I protectively sought to cover my
inflamed buttocks with my right hand.
"Take your hand away from there," Patty ordered.
I reluctantly pulled my hand away from my burning ass
cheeks. More blows with the belt were delivered. My ass
was hot and red.
"No more Patty please, Patty please," I begged.
"You have some hot buns there Dukey," Patty giggled.
Patty spit on my ass. The saliva felt cool on my
burning ass.
With a pink lipstick Patty wrote the word "Miss" on my
left buttock. On my right buttock he wrote "Ronny". He
printed the words "I'm a faggot" on my back. I was able
to see Patty's art work in the mirror. I couldn't argue
with what he had written.
"Now put your panties back on," Patty said coldly.
I very slowly pulled my panties back on. My dick was
getting very hard again. The cool silk material felt
divine on my hot ass. I smiled shyly at Patty. He
winked at me and smiled. I felt so close to him now.
Patty remarked "they fit you so well honey" He was
right of course, and on so many levels.
The 'Duke' was now 'Miss Ronny'. 'Miss Patty' was now
Patrick.
I resumed my position next to Patty.
His tongue migrated to my ear. A chill went through me.
Patty took the male lead in a waltz of tongues in our
mouths. One of Patty's large hands pinched my nipple as
his other hand found its way into my panties. He played
with my stiff, small winky.
I responded by spreading my legs wider. I made room for
his man sized hand. My dick felt so small in this
impressive boy's hand. I reciprocated and stroked the
full length of Patty's moliminous cock. Patty was a
singularly well endowed boy.
"Petite homme," Patty sonorously whispered in my ear in
a surprisingly deep baritone voice.
"Oui monsieur," I said smiling up at him.
Our kissing grew more passionate. My dick was
throbbing.
Patty broke the kiss off and announced, "I gotta take a
leak Dukey."
I replied, "I do too."
"C'mon in and join me sweetie," he cooed with a
coquettish twinkle in his blue eyes. We walked to the
bathroom. He held my hand.
"You first Dukey," he said nicely but with firmness.
His statement was not intended as a request, but an
order.
I pulled my panties down a bit. My small dick fell out.
I pissed into the bowl. I waited for Patty to do the
same, but he didn't.
"Get in the tub Duke," he ordered. I knew what was
about to happen. And I perversely looked forward to it.
"With my panties on or off sir," I said with a girlish
inflection.
"Take 'em off BITCH!" he bellowed. "Don't make me
repeat myself cunt-boy," Patty hissed.
I took off my panties quickly, and sat down in the tub.
My head and back rested on the tiled wall. My legs and
butt in the cold tub. I looked up at Patty expectantly.
He was pointing his hard cock right at me, in a
threatening manner.
The first stream of Patty's urine hit me in the face,
causing me to squint. "Open your mouth, cunt!" Patty
said derisively.
I did as he said and took the next powerful blast of
piss directly into my mouth. The hot piss, mixed with
the cum he had deposited earlier, formed an amalgam of
love juices in my mouth. His urine burned my delicate
membranes as I drank it down. Patty stood above me. He
generously doused me with his pee for quite sometime.
He told me to drink his piss and called me his bitch.
Patty didn't miss a spot on my frail white body. His
golden liquid shower covered me entirely. His last few
squirts hit my flaccid penis. A definitive sign of his
complete domination of, me, his girlfriend's husband.
He had marked his territory. It was fitting for me, I
supposed, to be sitting in my bathtub being pissed on
by my wife's teen lover. I was quite obviously Patty's
cuckolded slave.
Our new personal dynamic was firmly established. He
the alpha male, and I, his subordinate. The piss
sluiced off my body. My dick began to twitch. My eyes
burned. My body shook. Even my hair was soaked in
Patty's piss. I was completely drenched in my wife's
lover's piss, and enjoying the phenomenon.
Patty stood more closely to me now. He held his cock
out like a hose. I moved up, and closer to it. I needed
no verbal cue as to what my next job clearly was. I
engulfed Patty's cock with my mouth. I dutifully
cleaned his whole cock. I pressed my tongue once again
into his pee-hole. Patty bounced his piss wet male
member up and down on my extended tongue and laughed
heartily.
All the pee and cum that was still on his cock came off
into my greedy mouth.
Patty stared down at my pale nude body and said, "Good
job Miss Ronny. Now take a shower."
I smiled with satisfaction as he turned and left the
bathroom. As he turned away from me I studied his
magnificent body. His broad shoulders tapered into a V
shaped torso: He had a broad back and a slim waist and
a tight buttocks. His long lean legs were well muscled.
If this kid weighed 150 pounds, much of it was muscle
and cock, I mused. He strutted proudly naked out. He
was definitely the 'cock of the walk'.
Patty was number one in the pecking for my wife's
attentions. Sharp well demarcated tan lines made by a
very brief swimsuit separated his bright white flawless
skin from the rest of his deeply tanned body. His
outstanding feature was without doubt his remarkable
cock which flipped and flopped from thigh to thigh as
he walked.
He was small in all the areas one wishes to be small
in: And large in all those one wishes to be large in.
He was gifted by God, and good genes. My envy was
intense.
I showered. My weenie stirred and stiffened at thoughts
of Patty and what we had just done. My subjugation
seemed so natural to both of us. I instinctively
submitted to his will. It was as if all this was
planned. He commanded, I obeyed.
I was nearly finished drying myself off with a nice
fluffy towel as Patty re entered the bathroom. He went
directly to the bathroom cabinet; (He was obviously
familiar with our facilities.)Patty retrieved a
Summer's Eve disposable douche. He threw the plastic
container at me. It hit me in the face as I clumsily
tried to catch it.
"There Dukey, douche that pussy ass of yours," he said
in a dismissive tone.
My eyes expressed some surprise and worry I imagine.
Genuine doubt and concern filled me. While I had sucked
a few cocks in my tawdry recent past, I hadn't been
fucked in many years. And it hadn't been a very
pleasant experience. It had been a very painful one for
me. I'm a delicate man.
Being Patty's submissive this day was more on the order
of rape actually. I had no real choice in the matter.
When I paid a dominatrix I had a real choice of what
would be done and how. Here and now Patty made those
decisions for me. I was obliged to actually submit from
fear of a true physical beating. Not a pseudo ass
spanking from a paid Domme.
This realization only added to my utter exhilaration.
Patty was putting me through the ringer today. I was
being debased and degraded by my wife's teen lover and
enjoying it. I had been denigrated in every conceivable
way I thought.
Patty looked at me with impatience.
"I'm not so sure about this Patty," I said tremulously.
"SIR!" Patty corrected me.
"Ok, sir," I said with increasing panic.
"You didn't think I was gonna let you go today without
fucking you, did you?" Patty asked incredulously.
I could only mumble something unintelligible in reply.
Patty pushed his strong forearm against my throat and
slammed me into the door.
"Douche yourself pig!" Patty shouted. "Or you'll get
more of what I did to you the last time I saw you."
Patty warned. He smartly snapped a towel at my ass and
laughed loudly like the bullies did to me back in high
school. It stung terribly. I winced and gasped.
My response was a small nod of my head. I was afraid of
him and Patty knew it. A visible tremor ran through my
body.
Patty stood very close to me. I could feel Patty's hard
cock press into my upper thigh. It felt so good. He
whispered in my ear, "C'mon baby, Patty will fuck you
nice and gentle like, I won't hurt my little Dukey, I
promise sweetie, cross my heart."
His ironically stated 'kind words' made me more fearful
than his nasty ones. His 'kind' words were not
comforting. I recalled the force and fury he had fucked
Jane with. I trembled with anticipatory anxiety. The
thought of him doing that, to me, made me worry.
I knew what cruelty Patty was capable of. I didn't
relish getting my almost virgin ass torn up. However, I
saw my options were limited. Either take a ferocious
beating from Patty, probably worse than the last one he
gave me; As Jane was not here to save me, or get my ass
fucked by this big cocked teen. My cowardly heart sank.
Being 'forced' to do Patty's bidding was making me
extremely hot.
I put the tip of the douche into my anus. I squeezed
its contents into my colon. I did what I thought was
called for. As I did I sat on the toilet and worried. I
made my anus clean and clear. I knew I was going to get
fucked by Patty no matter what I said. I may as well
make it as easy and clean as possible I reasoned.
After ten minutes or so I stepped back into the living
room from the hall bathroom. Patty, still naked, was
sitting in the kitchen now. He was snorting lines of my
coke on the counter. His soft cock bounced languidly in
his lap.
"Oh is my baby girl ready now?" he said with a nasty
smile and a raised brow.
I nodded my head slowly. I looked him in the eyes and
blinked in submission and looked away.
"Is my whore's pussy ass all nice and sweet for *her*
big man's big cock?" he said unctuously.
I took a deep breath and quietly replied, "Yes sir my
pussy is
ready for *her* big man's cock."
Patty smiled smugly.
I sighed deeply.
I didn't respond fast enough for the now very high
Patty. Patty leapt from his seat and slapped me hard
across the face. I stumbled in fear and confusion
backwards into the bathroom. Patty grabbed me by the
hair on the top of my head and forced me to stand on
tip toes. He put his hand tightly on my jaw. His face
was close to mine. I could see anger and determination
in his face.
Without much wait I said, "Ok, ok, please don't get
too rough with me sir." My quick and convenient
cowardice saved me from an awful beating, I figured.
Patty quickly twisted my right arm hard behind my back.
He placed his right foot (size 11) into my back. I was
forced to bend deeply from the waist. He put increasing
pressure on my arm and back. "You're going to get ass
fucked faggot!" Patty warned. He increased the pressure
on my arm and back even greater as he yelled at me.
"Say uncle," Patty demanded.
"Uncle!" I sobbed softly.
Patty placed his foot neatly on my ass and pushed me
with it. I fell hard onto the damp tile floor.
"Please don't hurt me any more Patty," I begged and
whined.
Patty sighed and said, "Sure, sure sweety. As long as
you do what I tell ya."
"Yes sir, Patty, I'll obey you," I quietly replied.
Patty's evil grin widened.
My dick grew harder. My fear of, and my attraction to,
Patty, was now painfully obvious to us both. This
fifteen year old boy was not to be trifled with, at
least by me.
"I'm sorry honey but Patty likes to fuck when he's
coked up. Now get over by the couch and get ready to
get your ass fucked," Patty explained as he pointed to
my living room.
I walked back towards the living room. I knew what a
sight my scrawny body must have presented to him. This
was my walk of shame. How could anyone actually want to
fuck this unattractive pile of crap? I asked myself.
*(my body image needed work, as did my body)*
With his most convincing threats and the prospect of
getting another sound thrashing in mind: I stood near
the couch and bent over. I posed for Patty with the
internationally recognized signal of submission. My
head rested low on the back of the couch and my bare
ass jutted outward and up. Patty, the alpha male, could
plainly see my deliberate act of submission. I slowly
rotated my hips and ass for Patty's enjoyment.
I was standing by my expensive suede couch. It was a
status symbol of the 'Duke'. A sign of my wealth and
power in the world. How ironic I thought. I was now
about to be anally humiliated, on that very symbol.
Patty, who had usurped my position as my wife's main
lover, was now on the verge of erasing any vestiges of
manhood that remained for, me, Jane's quondam main
'man'.
I held onto the couch with a firm grip.
Patty barked, "Spread those ass cheeks faggot!"
I reached back and with both hands grabbed my ass
cheeks and pulled them apart. My bunghole was exposed
to Patty's eye. My face was beet red. As I spread my
ass cheeks my face fell into the deep cushions of the
suede couch. My face was in the puddle of sex juices
Patty had left earlier this day. I inhaled deeply. The
room was redolent with the aroma of sex. My dick began
to react. I flushed hotly. I could feel Patty introduce
two of his thick fingers into my freshly douched anus.
So far I felt no discomfort or any pain. He placed huge
gobs of cold k y lube into my ass. I softly cried in
anticipation of great pain.
Patty jerked his moistening cock up and down getting it
very hard. I could hear the, "Slop, slop!" sounds of
him jerking his monster. I turned my head around to get
a glimpse of what was soon to be IN me. I then shut my
eyes tightly and waited for the penetration of my ass
by this fifteen year old hustler. My breath grew short.
My heart beat rapidly.
"Ok Duke sweetie repeat after me, please fuck me Miss
Patty, fuck my faggot ass," Patty intoned.
"Please fuck me in my faggot ass Miss Patty sir
please," I dutifully repeated.
"Good enough cunt-boy," Patty responded. "Are you ready
Miss Ronny dear?" Patty said in a sultry voice.
I replied with a fearful, "Yes Patty sir."
He pushed a small amount of his cock into me. The k y
lube helped greatly in preventing any pain. But upon
his second deeper thrust the pain was sudden and
INTENSE.
I screamed out in horror, "Oh shit, oh my fucking god,
oh my god that hurts Patty, please don't hurt me please
no! "Goddamnit," I whispered. I began to cry and
hyperventilate.
I tightly grabbed the couch and cried openly. His cock
plunged all the way into, and up my ass. Patty was a
man on a mission. He pulled his cock out and speared my
ass again and again. Wanting this experience to be as
fast and painless as possible I fucked back with my
pelvis. I pushed back as he drove his hard cock
forward.
Patty cried out, "Oh yeah that's it baby! Fuck Dukey
fuck! You want my big cock in your cunt, don't you
Duke."
I answered with an even more pronounced fucking motion.
I'm such a whore.
We had a good fucking rhythm going. Patty placed his
two muscular arms around my midsection.
He told me, "Flip over on your back and lie down
sweetie." I was propelled into a lying position on my
back; I looked directly into Patty's passion filled
face. Our eyes met. His makeup was smeared from sweat.
"Put your legs on my shoulders and spread your butt
cheeks bitch!" Patty spit.
I eagerly obeyed. My left leg was on his right shoulder
and my right leg on his left shoulder. I reached down
and expressed my butt cheeks as best I could. Making
his entry into me easier I hoped.
I placed my pale legs further down his tan muscular
back. My puny legs held him in a clinch. I shamelessly
pulled Patty's hard cock deeper into me. I was
breathing deeply. Patty snickered. I nervously bit my
lower lip. Our sweat was evident to both eye and nose.
The odor of our combined sweat and sex spurred us on.
The urge to get fucked by this teen master dominated my
thoughts.
Through tears I screeched out in unreserved passion.
"Fuck me Patty, fuck me, I'm your bitch, fuck my
pussy!"
He did, his cock drove even deeper and more insistently
into my stretching ass. I let my right hand drop down
to my dick. I jerked in time with Patty's hard fucking
motions. I was in some pain. My sexual attraction for
this boy was great. I was enjoying getting the shit
fucked out of me by this stallion of a *man*. He was
mounting me like I was his mare. His considerable penis
filled my anal cavity. Patty's salty sweat dripped into
my open mouth.
Patty's thrusts forced my legs backwards until both of
my feet were along side my ears. This lascivious primal
fucking position gave Patty maximum penetration in my
ass. I was in a very vulnerable position. He held both
of my legs at the ankles. He ordered me to push up and
down on his hard cock. I pressed heavily onto his
pistoning cock.
Patty was brick hard now; As only a real stud can be. I
cried unashamedly: From passion, fear, and fatigue.
He just chuckled at my tears and patted me on the face
and said, "I'll be gentle doll, real gentle."
Patty lied.
Patty pulled his cock from my ass. He placed his
concrete hard cock on my mini dick. We were rubbing our
cocks together. I grabbed both simultaneously, and
jerked both. The size difference was dramatic. His
large heavy cock rubbed my small one. Why Jane had
fallen for this teen stud was only too plain to see
now. I couldn't blame her for a second. Who could?.
"Can I fuck Jane anywhere anytime I want Dukey?" he
asked.
"Yes sir," I sincerely whimpered in reply. As if he
needed my permission.
"You like me fucking that slut wife of yours, right
Dukey?" he asked.
"Yes sir, oh yes Patty I do. You're so much more the
man than I am, with your beautiful body and bigger
cock." I gushed truthfully.
Patty's cock easily re-entered my ass-hole.
I was being fucked into an incoherent stupor. We were
rutting about like a bull and a cow. Patty's body was
doing pushups over and in mine. His taut hard young
body was supported only by his hands and his behemoth
cock.
On a downward thrust, Patty whispered in my ear, "Like
it don't you sweetie pie."
I could barely squeak out, "Yes sir, fuck me. Fuck me
please." My voice was a throaty whisper.
As our chests met I could feel Patty's heart beating
strongly. I wanted him to love this feral fucking he
was giving me. I squirmed like a cheap whore. I gave
Patty the best possible angle at my hungry ass. I
wriggled wailed and whimpered as Patty drilled his
steel shaft of a cock into me even deeper. To misquote
Shakespeare, I was having greatness thrust into me. His
hard meat had me impaled. It lifted me up and set me
down again and again. I was a fuck toy for this teen
stud.
"Please Patty sir go slower, don't' hurt me so much," I
pleaded.
"Not so much?" Patty asked mockingly. "You love it
bitch. Don't you?" he demanded.
"Yes sir I do," I sheepishly replied. Patty's cock was
so big I was able to fondle its shaft and tickle his
balls on his upward strokes as he fucked me.
More beads of sweat formed and fell from Patty's strong
firm body. Drops of sweat fell upon my face and chest.
As he continued to fuck me he slapped my face. First
with his right, then with his left hand, he rained down
a fusillade of painful slaps across my reddening face.
"Take it you dumb bitch," Patty snarled. Patty spat
repeatedly in my face. He cursed and hurled epithets at
me. I simpered in submission. I returned Patty's
dominant glare with a weak smile of surrender. Patty
sank his manhood deeper within me. I grimaced in pain.
Being brutalized by Patty's angry cock brought out new
depravities from deep somewhere within me.
"Yeah Patrick, give it to me, give it to me hard, fuck
my pussy ass good," I begged like a tramp.
Patty continued and continued drilling me with his
marble hard obelisk. Piston in a cylinder, he was my
piston I was his willing cylinder. His ferocity and
sadistic glee was evinced by his deep guttural groans:
The groans of a conqueror: This young boy had indeed
conquered the Duke.
I was enthralled by this admission to his superior
masculinity. I jerked my slight manhood in anticipation
of my orgasm. My legs and joints ached as I rested them
limply on Patty's powerful broad shoulders. I was a
conflation of pain and pleasure.
With his forefingers and thumbs Patty encircled both of
my wrists. He pinned me to the couch in a vise like
grip. I fought back in vain. I was powerless against
his greater strength. Patty chuckled snottily. My whole
body went limp. My prick grew harder still. Patty's
thrusts grew stronger and more rapid.
If Patty pulled his giant cock out of my ass for more
than a few seconds I begged him to re insert it. The
need for release gnawed at my very being.
"Patty sir, fuck your whore bitch faggot raw," I
pleaded.
And raw I was.
My nether region was an admixture of expectancy and
fulfillment. My dick was expecting a release. My ass
was full. Patty fucked me long deep and hard. His sword
of love stabbed me continually; First slow, then fast,
and slow again. The variations of speed were driving me
crazy. I yelped out in an agony drenched scream that
was quickly overwhelmed by unmitigated sexual pleasure.
"Unnnngh god yes! Do me! Patty do me!" I fervently
implored.
He battered pounded and hammered his huge tool into my
ravaged ass.
My maw of an ass pressed down hard onto Patty's stiff
fat cock. I squeezed my sphincter muscles around
Patty's wide cock. I was in effect jerking him off with
my ass. I didn't want to just lie there and be thought
of as a lousy lay. I furiously humped back at Patty's
thrusts with as much strength as I could muster. I
wanted to be as good a fuck as was Jane for him. I
hungered for sexual release. He plunged his dagger of
death very hard and very deep in me.
He made me beg for his teen cock. Patty released my
hands. I grabbed both of Patty's firm ass cheeks in
both of my hands. I held on for dear life. I twisted
and turned and squirmed my pelvis into Patty's cock. I
was humping his cock like a bitch dog in heat. I wanted
to achieve maximum torque for Patty in my hungry ass.
Sexual bliss was not far off I sensed. My body was in
full spasm.
"Take my cock you filthy pig," Patty yelled.
Whatever manly pride I had left was removed. He was
violating my red hot ass. When he pulled his cock out I
felt a sense of loss. I felt Patty's full range of hate
and sexual hunger was fucking me.
I was fucking back with an urgency I had never had
before. I bucked and thrashed against his monumental
cock. Patty was stunned at my unbridled passion. When
his cock emerged from my ass I hungrily searched for it
with my ass. And found it as Patty pushed it deeper
still into my warm wet flesh.
We fucked for fifteen more minutes. Patty hit my
prostate gland repeatedly before he fell on me in a
heap. Sexual tensions were released. They surged
through our bodies like electricity in a wire. He held
me as he came in me. His hot jets of teen semen hit my
bowels with a great force. I popped my load
simultaneously. Thunder roared and lightning streaked
across the sky. We had come together. We came in
torrents of hot super pressurized blasts of cum. Loud
explosions were heard in the far distance.
The fourth of July was close.
His huge blood engorged cock pulled out of my ass with
a loud and lewd plop noise. He scooted upwards. He held
his wet messy cock with his left hand. I noticed my
gold wedding band on his pinky. As his cock got closer,
I opened my mouth to accept his tender offering.
Patty's shit and cum stained cock filled my mouth. His
drained hairy balls jiggled on my chin.
I assiduously and thoroughly cleaned this boy whore's
cock. I slurped his cock dry. This was the cock I now
loved and needed. We were both breathing hard as our
mouths met in a post coital kiss. Our hands
intertwined. His slowly softening cock made its way
down my body. Our hands explored one another's bodies.
His right hand then held my left hand.
Patty brushed away tears from my face. I again saw my
wedding band on his left pinky. It looked so right
there. The cum drained out of my freshly fucked
asshole. I grabbed up some with my hand and licked it
off of my fingers in a lewd and obscene exhibition for
Patty. Some of it pooled in the crack of my ass. Much
of it stained my suede couch. I shook with passion.
My dick moved nervously. My perverted sexual hunger was
sated. Patty brushed away my hair. He kissed me deeply.
I experienced a thrill like never before. Our tongues
meshed in a spit filled deep open mouth kiss.
"That was fucking fantastic!" Patty softly said.
"You were great Patrick," ! gleefully agreed.
"So were you Miss Ronny," Patty smirked.
We both giggled like girls.
He told me the next time he fucked me it would be on
the bed I shared with his lover, my wife, Jane. The
prospect of being sodomized on my marital bed made my
pulse gallop.
Patty made a fist with his right hand.
I shrunk back in fear.
Patty punched me square on the jaw.
I put up my two arms in a defensive gesture. Patty
followed up his right with a staggering left hand to
the right side of my face. Blood flowed freely from my
mouth and nose. I was stunned into unconsciousness
briefly. I pled with Patty to stop hitting me. He
shoved me aside and told me I was a freak and a pain
pig.
As I rubbed my jaw I called him a beast and a bully. I
slapped his chest effetely.
I giggled girlishly through new tears.
Patty simply said, "Fag," and laughed hard.
My dick was amazingly hard.
Patty smirked and found my wallet. He was removing my
money from it. I protested and asked why. Patty told me
he was always paid for fucking pathetic johns like me.
He was a professional. I remained speechless as he took
all of my money and put it next to his white shorts.
I fell off the couch and went for the cigarettes.
It was now late afternoon.
It had become cooler.
Children laughed in the distance.
Dogs barked.
I heard a key in my front door.
~ fin ~
All three of us, Jane, Patty and I were to enjoy a
special troilism in the ensuing months.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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