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The Salt Pile
by The Devil's Advocate (address withhle)
***
This story is about a young boy who is a little too
adventurous for his own good. Robert takes advantage of
this fact and blackmails the boy. The man then
gradually transforms the unwilling child into his own
personal sex slave. (Mm-teen, nc, inc, 1st, oral, anal,
bd)
***
"Wow! What a gold mine," 13 year-old Jay thought as he
looked over the nude magazine he had found.
Ever since moving to their new home in Topeka, KS, Jay
had adventured further and further out. There wasn't
much else for him to do really. Jay's mom seemed to
always be at work and his dad was always drunk or out
drinking. The only brothers and sisters that lived at
home with him were the twins -- ten year old Karen and
Joseph. The twins always hung out together and never
bothered Jay much. He did have an older brother, David,
but he had run away from home at an early age. David
had reestablished contact with the family after turning
18 but he seldom ever visited. Bottom line, Jay was
often left alone to do whatever he wanted... and that's
exactly the way he liked it.
Topeka wasn't new to Jay. He was born and raised here.
Until recently, however, him and his family had lived
over 15 miles from the heart of the city. Jay was very
adventurous but 15 miles is a very long ways for a 13
year old. He always knew there was more to the city
than what he had seen before, but he had assumed it was
basically the same as the part of the city that he had
lived in. Their new home, however, was now right smack
in the center of the city and Jay was quickly learning
that things here were definitely different.
At first he just traveled out into the business
district trying to find video game and other places to
hang out. But most recently he had started adventuring
into sections where it was way quieter. Areas where
there were a lot of old buildings and such but no
houses or anything like that. Not all of the places
were totally abandoned but they clearly didn't get much
use anymore. Mainly he was just looking for places
where he could take his bicycle off road some. But, as
he adventured he started finding secret hideouts and
such.
Usually it was just a small shed or something on the
backside of some lumberyard or other storage facility.
Places that looked like no one ever went into. Places
where he could always come to hang out. Well, to be
more truthful, they were places he could come and
masturbate without having to worry about someone
walking in on him or what have you.
It was on just such an adventure that he ran across the
nude magazine. It wasn't the first nude magazine he had
ever seen. But it was a treasure none-the-less. It was
on the back of what appeared to be an abandoned city
snow removal lot. There were still piles of sand and
such, but it didn't look like anyone worked there and
there were no trucks or anything of that sort. Of
course, it is possible they kept the trucks elsewhere
and the facility just stayed unused during the summer
months... which it currently was (July).
There was a fence around the lot, however, the back
gate was wide open and had been open the last few times
Jay had drove past the place.
The piles of sand were kind of fun to try to drive his
bike on, but what interested Jay the most was the
building at the back end of the lot. It was an old
wooden structure that looked just big enough to hold a
small truck. There were 2 large swinging doors at the
front. There was also a small door on the backside. He
tried the small door first but found it to be locked.
So, he risked it and went to the front, where he might
be seen, to try the larger doors. They were unlocked so
he looked around and then snuck inside.
He expected to find it empty... but to his surprise it
wasn't. Of all things, it was full of rock salt; one
huge pile of it. While it was kind of cool to see so
much salt... the awe of it quickly wore off and he
decided to head out just in case the place was not as
abandoned as he thought. He was cornered in there if
someone were to come. Before he turned away though, he
realized something. The pile of rock salt seemed to be
rather solid. As though it had been there a very long
time; at least for several months anyway. The pile went
to within about 4 feet of the ceiling, which made him
wonder if maybe there was some hidden space behind it.
If there was a hidden space then maybe he could come
there sometimes to "hide" out. It wouldn't be his most
favorite spot... but it would still meet his needs. So,
he peaked back out the doors to make sure no one was
out there. Then he got to work climbing the mound of
salt. It was only about 8 feet high and pretty solid so
it took him no time at all to reach the top.
To his delight, it was rather bright in the back. There
were holes in the walls that provided plenty of light
to see by, yet were small enough and high enough to
provide complete privacy. Crouching, he stepped further
back and found a nice little space at the back of the
pile that gave him almost enough space to fully stand.
The back wall had lots of openings between the slats in
the boards but there was no light coming through. It
was then that he realized that the small door on the
backside of the "garage" did not lead into the space he
was currently in but apparently to a small shed or
something attached to the back end.
All of this was interesting and all, but it didn't even
hold a candle to what he found laying on the ground. It
was a nude magazine. Apparently he was not the only one
that had found this little getaway. The thought of
someone else knowing about the spot scared him a little
but that magazine he was now holding was more than
enough to keep him from fleeing.
It was full of nude women. While some were posed with
nude men in very sexually specific positions, there was
no actual sexual contact. While it would have been nice
to see the men and women fucking, Jay had more than
enough imagination to fill in what the magazine lacked.
He looked through it carefully, but didn't want to risk
getting caught masturbating. He didn't want to risk
getting caught period. So, after about 5 minutes he
decided to leave. It took all his will power to not
take the magazine with him. But if he got caught with
it at home he would be in so much trouble it wouldn't
be funny. He decided he would just have to risk the
magazine still being there the next time he returned.
Which, as it turned out, was the very next day. And
sure enough, the magazine was still there just where he
left it. This time he had actually brought his bike
inside to hide it from sight, so he felt it was a bit
safer to spend a lot more time there. Which he did.
Doing what young boys like to do.
The place became a regular stop for him. Often going
there 3 to 4 times a week. It was around the 4th week,
however, that he almost had a heart attack. He went in
and climbed to the back and to his shock, the magazine
was gone. However, in it's place there was a completely
different magazine. He immediately stood quiet and
started peaking out the cracks in the wall he could
reach... to make sure no one was in the area.
When he was convinced he was alone, he quickly climbed
back out and left. For 3 days he drove past the place
to see if he seen any activity. On the first day he was
pretty sure he would never return to the place. But by
the 4th day the thought of that magazine just sitting
in there was way too much for him.
He finally broke down and went back. He was extremely
cautious of course. What would happen if someone were
actually in there looking at the magazine already? But
when he went in finally he not only seen that no one
was there but the magazine was still exactly where it
was when he seen it last.
This magazine was WAY different than the prior one.
This one was a ton more explicit. There were pictures
of about every sex act he had ever imagined and many he
never even dreamed of. There were women with men, women
with women and even men with men. The men with men
images were a turnoff for him but the others about made
him cum in his pants.
So, it wasn't long before he was back into his old
routine of visiting the hideout. Later, it had dawned
on him that he could just take the magazine to another
of his spots, but the threat of someone coming or
already being there quickly became part of the
adventure of it all. Plus, if he took the magazine he
would never be able to return to the place to see if
yet another new magazine was placed there.
It was in very early September that everything changed.
He was back inside his little hideout doing his thing
when suddenly he heard a noise. Someone was opening the
small door at the back of the facility. Jay froze
immediately. As the door opened and the light filled
the small shed area he could see bits and pieces of the
inside of the shed through the large openings in the
back wall. As he seen someone entering the shed he
ducked down and remained extremely quiet. A few seconds
later the shed door closed and it became dark again
inside.
Ducking as he had done, he had no way of knowing for
sure if the person had actually left or not. Even from
his crouched down position he could tell the shed was
obviously pitch black. It was then that something very
scary occurred to him. If there was someone in there
they could be looking down at him right now through the
slits. The thought scared him to death. He was
crouching there half naked with a flipping dirty
magazine still in his hands.
If they were still in there, what else could they
possibly be doing in the dark? But his fear kept him
from moving just in case. He crouched there for what
seemed like an eternity. And right when he felt it
might be safe to move again he heard a noise in the
shed. Or was it from outside the shed? The shed lit up
again for a moment as the door opened... then went dark
again. This time he listened very closely and could
hear for certain that the person was indeed outside and
not still in the shed. He could hear them walking on
the gravel outside.
His relief was very short lived, however, as he
realized the person was walking around toward the front
doors. Jay quickly dropped the magazine and started
pulling and zipping his pants back up. It was way too
late to get out but at least he wouldn't get caught
with his pants down.
Sure enough, the front doors opened. He was caught and
he knew it. His bike was standing right there inside
the door and the person clearly could see it now.
Despite this, Jay remained silent and hidden from
sight. You never know. The door only remained open for
a moment though, then it closed again and he could
clearly hear the person walking away. He heard the
person cough in the far distance and as he had
suspected, it was a guy.
"God that was close," Jay thought.
Jay quickly climbed back out and hurried to his bike.
To his shock, there was a large brown envelope
carefully balanced on his seat.
"What in the world?" Jay mumbled.
Why would someone leave him a package? It made no sense
but he wasn't going to sit there and try to figure it
out. He needed to flee and fast.
He was out the door on his bike and out of the lot
within seconds. He peddled as fast as he could for
several blocks, looking back constantly for anyone that
might have been following him.
When he felt the coast was clear he pulled over and
opened the package. What he found made his heart stop.
It was full of pictures of a young boy jacking off. HIM
to be specific! The guy had clearly been taking photos
of him from the shed area. And from the variety of
photos it appeared he had been doing it for over a
month.
He immediately started ripping them up. He figured he
would take the pieces and burn them later or maybe bury
them or something. As he started ripping them up he
found the note.
*
Hello Jay,
Yes, I know your name and where you live.
Don't be scared though. I'm not going to tell your
parents on you or anything like that. That is, I won't
do that as long as you do what I tell you. If you don't
do as I tell you then I will just mail copies of these
photos to your house... heck, I might even just toss a
few of them on your school playground even.
You are immediately to return to the salt pile. I will
be waiting for you at the back of the salt pile. I
don't know how long you took to actually open this, but
you better hope it wasn't very long. I'm only going to
wait so long before I leave for the post office. So you
better hurry back.
*
Jay almost peed himself. The shock was just too much.
He just couldn't return to that salt pile... yet, he
couldn't not return either. He stood there staring at
the note for what seemed an eternity. All kinds of
thoughts went through his head as he tried to decide
what he could possibly do.
He could only think of one thing he could do. And that
was to return. Slowly he peddled his way back to the
salt pile. He stopped several times and almost turned
back. But each time he would envision those pictures
circulating around his school and would press onward.
He was about as embarrassed, as he was scared. How
could he face this man knowing what the man had seen
him do? And, what did this man plan to do to him?
When he reached the garage he found the doors were
standing wide open. Jay cautiously approached. He
looked all around and even behind the garage before he
decided to go inside. He wanted to make sure the guy
hadn't planned on catching him from behind or
something. Of course, the more he thought about it the
more silly it seemed... after all, they guy clearly
could have caught him earlier had that been his plan.
So, the guy must not mean him any real harm, wish to
kidnap him or turn him over to the police.
"It's okay. Don't be scared," came a male voice from
behind the salt pile. "Come on in and shut the doors. I
won't attack you or anything."
Jay did as the man asked but kept one hand on the door
in case the man decided to charge him. He would have
more than enough time to get back out and escape.
"I've been watching you for some time," the guy said.
"My name is Robert and you and I are going to become
friends I think."
"W-what do you want," Jay managed to mumble.
"That's a very good question Jay. A question you should
ask every time we meet here. Because that's exactly why
you are here... my 'wants'."
Jay had no idea what the guy was talking about but he
felt it best not to ask any more questions. So, instead
he just stood there in silence. As his eyes adjusted to
the dark he could almost make out the face of Robert
peaking out from behind the pile. Robert was backlit by
the holes in the walls just enough to keep his face a
blur to Jay.
"Okay Jay, I think it's about time we got started. Take
off your clothes."
Jay couldn't believe what he just heard. He couldn't do
that in front of a perfect stranger.
"It's not like I haven't seen your privates before,"
Robert said as though reading Jay's mind. "Don't worry,
I'll stay behind the pile. And it's not like I'm going
to take a run for you once you are naked. Can you
imagine how much trouble I would get into chasing a
naked young boy down the street?"
Robert laughed and Jay almost joined him... not that he
particularly felt it was funny though.
"But..." Jay began.
"But nothing," Robert interrupted. "You can do what you
are told or I can head to the post office. Strip."
Jay knew deep down that nothing good would come of this
yet he could not bring himself to leave. He stood
frozen.
"Fine, leave then," Robert said in an irritated voice.
"I have to hurry if I'm going to make it to the post
office before they close."
"No, no... wait," Jay said. "I'll do it."
He took his shirt off first. Then he removed his shoes
and finally his pants. The whole time he kept his eyes
closely on the guy to make sure he was not inching
forward. Jay also made sure he hung everything over his
bike's handlebars next to him in case he had to make a
run for it. He might loose his shoes but at least he
wouldn't arrive home naked if he had to make a run for
it.
"All of it," Robert shouted.
Jay put his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear
and slowly pulled them down and off. His face felt hot
as the blood rushed to it in his embarrassment.
"Good boy. You keep doing what I tell you and you won't
ever need to be punished."
Punished, Jay thought to himself. What did he mean by
punished? Did he mean the pictures?
Suddenly there was a flash of light from behind the
pile. Jay jerked backward and almost opened the door to
leave before he realized it was just a camera.
"Don't worry, I'm just adding to my collection. It's
not like the other photos of you are not a lot more
explicit than these will be."
The flash went off a couple more times.
"Okay, turn around," Robert directed.
Slowly, Jay turned his back to the pile. He craned his
neck though to watch for movement behind him.
Again, several photos were taken.
"See, that wasn't so bad," Robert said with a chuckle.
"You can get dressed now."
Jay quickly redressed.
"Pick up that bag in the corner," Robert instructed.
Jay looked left and right and finally seen it. He
walked over slowly and picked it up. It was a small
black trash bag. Whatever was in it was pretty light.
"Okay, take the bag with you when you leave," Robert
told him. "You might want to open it before you get
home. And I would suggest you find a very safe spot to
stash it so you don't get caught. Now get the fuck out
of here."
That last command was rather rude, but it was the
sweetest words Jay had heard all day. He was out the
door in a flash.
When he was several blocks away he kicked himself for
not hiding outside the garage to get a look at who
Robert really was. He couldn't get up the nerve to ride
back though.
Confident that he was not being followed, Jay decided
to take a peak into the bag. It was a large thermos.
How strange, Jay thought. What's so secret about a
thermos? But then he reached in and opened it and
discovered it had some items enclosed. He looked around
then back to the thermos and slowly removed the
contents. There was a note, a small rubber object and
what looked like, well, like some kind of rubber
balloon with a hard nozzle on it.
He shoved the stuff back into the thermos and headed to
one of his nearby hideouts. Once there he read the
note. The note was rather frightening. It was a rather
long note that gave detailed instructions on how to use
the contents of the bag. Turns out, the rubber object
was called a butt plug; the balloon was for giving
himself enemas and the thermos was for transporting the
warm water to wherever he decided to perform the
enema's. The note was very detailed and clear... yet
Jay read it several times trying to find secondary
meanings in the instructions.
"Surely he doesn't expect me to do that," Jay thought
to himself. "It's just so disgusting."
Before he even finished the note Jay had already
decided to not do as it asked. However, when he reached
the end he quickly changed his mind. It was there that
the note gave a very specific warning:
***
I know you are probably planning to just ignore my
instructions. But before you do you need to know a
couple things.
1) I will know if you don't obey me. You see, I'm going
to make periodic checks on you. It won't happen that
often, but I WILL be doing it. If I approach you and
say the words "Rock Salt" you will follow me to a
bathroom or other hidden spot where you will remove and
show me the plug. So you damn well better be wearing it
ALL the time and it better be clean when you pull it
out.
2) If you are not wearing it or if it doesn't come out
clean you WILL be punished.
***
After reading the note, Jay sat there in silence for
over 30 minutes. He just couldn't believe what he had
gotten himself into. He also couldn't understand why
someone would want him to do something so revolting. It
made no sense. But at the end of those 30 minutes he
had come to the conclusion that he didn't have much
choice in the matter.
2.
The following day Jay filled the thermos with warm
water and headed to his hideout where he had hidden the
other items. This particular hideout was not one of his
favorites. He had found it while exploring a heavily
wooded area behind a lumberyard. Hidden within the
trees and weeds was an old port-a-potty. He had walked
right past it almost without seeing it the first time
he had gone there. It was dirty and covered with vines
and surrounded by bushes and other plant life. The
inside was in pretty decent and clean condition though.
However, it smelled pretty bad. While it wasn't a good
place to hang out it did make for a good spot to stop
at every so often if he was in that area and needed to
use the restroom badly. Though, with the smell and all,
he kept the spot as a last resort.
However, when he read the note and what he was expected
to do, he just couldn't think of any better place to do
it. Even on the very remote chance that he got caught;
the door was lockable from the inside. No one would
ever know what he had been doing in there. He could
toss the enema balloon into the toilet to hide the
evidence. The thermos would not give away anything and
the plug, well, it would be hidden elsewhere. Then, he
could just explain that he just had to go to the
bathroom. Which of course would not be far from the
truth.
The enema process turned out to be just as revolting as
he had imagined. And it definitely did not help the
odor of the port-a-potty any. The process was also a
bit uncomfortable. Not just the insertion of the small
nozzle but especially the injection of the warm water.
It gave him small cramps, as he forced more and more of
the water inside him. As he forced the water into him
he felt like getting down on his hands and knees.
However, the confines of the port-a-potty prevented it,
so instead he just backed into one of the corners and
bent over as much as he could toward the other corner.
It took him forever to get just a couple cups of the
water into himself. The note said to hold the water in
for 5 minutes. But the second he removed the nozzle he
had to frantically turn to the toilet and expel it. He
thanked the lords that he had thought to bring some
toilet paper from home. He had enough water in the
thermos for 2 small enemas as the note had requested he
do. And on the 2nd try he did manage to hold the water
a bit longer.
The butt plug was only about an inch thick but it
looked like a tree trunk to Jay considering where he
was expected to put it. And while he didn't think it
possible, inserting the plug turned out to be WAY worse
than the enema. He tried and tried but it just wouldn't
fit. He tried every angle he could think of... bending
over, kneeling down, you name it. It just stretched his
ass too much. Every time he tried though he found he
could get it just a hair further in. It was at least 30
minutes before the fat end of the plug finally made it
past his hole and seated into place. The tapered end
was way thinner and Jay sighed with relief.
Jay gingerly pulled up his underwear and pants and then
slowly bent over to put the thermos and enema balloon
back into his backpack. The plug felt very odd as he
moved around. It felt like it was rubbing up against
all his insides. It also made him feel kind of like he
had to pee, yet when he tried he couldn't.
Once he was ready, Jay stepped out of the port-a-potty
and took a deep breath of fresh air. He had a jolt of
shock, however, when he turned to where he had parked
his bike to find a large man standing next to it. The
man was tall and large. He looked like he might have
been a body builder at some point and then had quit.
While the fine muscle definition was no longer there
one could still tell he was a rather strong man. He had
black hair and a rough looking face like maybe a
construction worker, biker or some other person that
spent most of their time in the outdoors. He also had
about a quarter inch of facial stubble as though he
hadn't shaved in days.
"I-I... um just had to use the restroom," Jay mumbled
out as he shook like a leaf in fright.
"I know exactly what you were doing in there," the man
said.
That voice. I know that voice, Jay thought. But before
he could put the pieces together the man said two words
that solved the mystery for him.
"Rock Salt." It was the man from the salt
pile...Robert!
Jay just stood there, petrified; half out of puzzlement
of how he knew where to find him... and half out of
pure fear.
"I fucking said 'Rock Salt'," Robert said in a very
mean tone. "That means pull your damn pants down and
turn around!"
Jay was numb from head to toe and his mind was a fog.
But the next thing he realized he had indeed complied
with Robert. He was standing there with his pants down
and his back turned.
"Good boy. Now lean forward a little."
Again, Jay found himself complying. The awareness of
what he was doing started to return to him though and
the blood rushed to his face in embarrassment. He
wanted to run away but he knew he just couldn't.
Jay almost jumped out of his skin when he suddenly felt
Robert's hand touch his ass cheek. Jay went to run
forward away from the hand but Roberts other hand was
already in front of him around his waist holding him
still.
"Don't worry, I'm just checking to make sure you didn't
hurt yourself too much when you put the plug in,"
Robert said in a soft voice. "Bend over a little more."
Jay didn't want too do it, but didn't see much choice.
So, he bent forward until he could feel his weight
starting to shift against the hand around his waist.
There was then a shock to the core of his being as Jay
felt Robert tug a little on the butt plug.
"Oh," Jay let out before he could catch himself.
Robert continued to tug on the plug until Jay's anal
ring released its grip on it. He gradually pulled it
further and further out of Jay's ass. Jay's face turned
red with shame. His face also lit up with shock
suddenly as Robert stopped pulling and started pushing
the plug back up his ass.
"Ouch. That hurts," Jay said. It hurt a ton but he
managed to keep his outburst close to a whisper.
The second the end of the plug popped back through his
anal ring Robert reversed directions again. It was then
that Jay started to struggle to get free of this ass
torture. He squirmed this way and that to get loose but
Robert's steel grip held him in place.
After pushing the plug back in Robert let go of the
plug. Jay sighed in relief. A relief that was short
lived. Suddenly he heard a loud smack then pain rush up
from his right ass cheek as Robert gave him a hard
slap.
"Stop trying to move," Robert said. It was not a loud
demand but it was an angry one. The tone of his voice
sent fear into Jay.
"You keep trying to get loose and I will turn your ass
black and blue."
Jay then felt Robert's hand grab the plug again and
resumed driving it in and out of his ass. He did it
very slow at first but gradually increased his tempo.
Jay was so focused on the plug going in and out of his
ass that he hadn't noticed Roberts other hand move.
Robert was now cupping Jay's groin. Jay did notice
however when he felt Robert playing with his penis. Jay
was really embarrassed now for despite the pain he was
quickly getting hard. His erection confused him. How
could he get horny from this? The thought of having sex
with a guy almost made him sick... yet here he was
getting jacked off by a guy and almost ready to cum.
Robert then started whispering to him. Jay didn't
understand half of what he said but he knew the
statements were perverse.
"You like getting your ass pumped don't you?"
"You have a nice cock. But I think I'm going to enjoy
your holes a lot more."
"Yeah, I think I'm going to have you ass trained in no
time."
It was only a few minutes of this and Jay suddenly
stiffened up and shot his load onto the ground. Seeing
this, Robert pushed the plug up Jay's ass one last time
and then stood back.
"See, that wasn't so bad was it?" Robert said.
Jay didn't say anything. He just stood there with his
head bowed.
"You have been a good boy Jay. You did the enema and
put the plug in as I told you in my note. Therefore,
I'm not going to have to punish you. And believe me, it
was going to be a very harsh punishment. Instead, I
think you have earned a reward instead. Instead of
having you wear the plug 24/7 I think maybe 12 or so
hours a day should do. I'm thinking from about 1 hour
after you get out of school till the next morning right
before you leave for school. How does that sound?"
Again, Jay remained quiet.
"I asked... how does that sound?!"
"Fine," Jay managed to mumble.
"Good boy. Now I have a homework assignment for you. I
want you to meet with me at the salt pile at least 20
times a month Jay. Your assignment is to go home and
decide what days and times you would be able to do that
for the next couple months. Make sure you can stay at
the pile each visit for at least 2 to 3 hours. Make
sure you put a lot of thought into it and have excuses
and stuff ready in case your parents ask questions of
where you plan to go. Last thing you want is your
parents getting curious about your 'activities' if you
know what I mean. Write up a list and put it under the
magazine at the back of the salt pile within the next
two days."
3.
Jay did as he was told and created the list and began
making his visits to the salt pile. The salt pile
quickly became worse than going to the dentist. He
dreaded every single trip there. It wasn't that Robert
did anything horrible to him. In fact, it normally
consisted of him fondling Jay a little bit, playing
with the plug some and jacking him off. But it was
always just so embarrassing. Jay hated himself for
getting sexually excited each time Robert would jack
him off. The thought of being gay made him ill yet
every time Robert would play with him he would get all
excited. And as bad as it was prior to arriving at the
pile it was always much worse right after he came. Once
Jay would cum the sexual excitement would be completely
gone and he would be left with just the revulsion of
having cum from Robert's hand.
It was early October that they stopped meeting at the
salt pile. It was starting to get cold out so Robert
started picking Jay up in his van. Just a month prior
Jay probably would have flat out refused to get into
the back of Robert's van with him. However, they had
met many times already and Jay was beginning to trust
Robert. Well, Jay still thought Robert was a very bad
man... but he at least trusted him not to kill him or
anything drastic like that.
Their meeting spot would change periodically, but often
they would meet at the mall. Jay would ride his bike
there, lock it up at a bike stand then wait for Robert
to arrive. They would then drive to various spots.
Sometimes they would just go park in the mall parking
lot. Other times they would go further away.
While they always stayed in the van, what they did in
the back of the van changed drastically. And that
change was not for the good. He was made to do many
revolting things in that van but one of the worst came
after about the 12th time. After Jay had removed his
clothes, Robert did so also.
After so many times together, Jay had become used to
being near Robert in one form or the other. The most
common arrangement was Jay sitting on Robert's lap with
his back against Robert's chest while Robert jerked Jay
off or had Jay jacking himself off. However, doing
something like this while Robert was naked was a
completely different thing. Jay wasn't sure he could go
through with it. And, he almost ran from the van when
Robert started taking his clothes off.
Jay just froze and stared at Robert. Watched as piece
after piece of clothing was removed. When Robert got to
his underwear Jay quickly turned his head to direct his
sight elsewhere. He was just too embarrassed to watch
him remove them. Instead, he just looked at the ground
trembling slightly in fear.
Jay heard Robert say something to him but he was in
such shock he had no idea what was said. He just
continued to stare at the ground. Whatever it was that
Robert said, Jay knew he was probably in trouble for
not replying. He expected to be yelled at but it didn't
come. Instead, out of the corner of his eye he seen
Robert move toward him. Jay could just not accept his
current situation so he just closed his eyes hoping it
would all end.
But it didn't end. He felt Robert sit next to him.
While there was a mattress on the floor of the van, it
was the couch in the back that they almost always spent
most of their time. It was on this couch that they now
both sat next to each other. Robert's hand went around
Jay in a kind of side hug. This was not new to Jay. He
knew this meant Robert wanted him on his lap so they
could begin. Jay hesitantly moved onto Roberts lap. He
could feel Robert's cock touching him here and there as
he moved into position. Jay was no idiot. He had always
known Robert was getting hardons while playing with
him. However, it was a completely different thing from
feeling those hardons with clothing separating you and
when naked.
Once into position, Jay slowly brought his knees up by
putting the soles of his feet on the couch on both
sides of Robert's legs. Then he gradually spread his
knees apart. This was the position Robert always
insisted he get into whenever on his lap. Once Jay laid
back against Robert's chest this position gave Robert
access to both Jay's penis and his plug.
Jay especially hated this position for many reasons.
Not only did it mean a lot of contact with Robert's
body, but it also left his head near Roberts. And
Robert would always whisper the most lewd things to him
while he jacked Jay off. The worst part though was that
he knew that when he came Robert would ensure the cum
went all over Jay's stomach and chest.
Despite how many times they had done it, the position
always confused Jay emotionally. Every time he would be
looking down at his cock being jacked off by himself or
Robert and every time he would be revolted at the
knowledge that when he came it would go all over
himself. Yet, every time he would still get excited and
cum anyway. And once the excitement was gone it became
even worse; especially most recently when Robert would
make him rub it all over his stomach and chest. He
almost threw up the first time he had to do that.
Today was many times worse though. Not only did he now
feel Robert's naked skin under him, but when he looked
down at himself he seen the shock of his life. He seen
Robert's hard cock only inches below his own. It was
huge. Jay's cock was about 7 inches long and Robert
always said nice, yet lewd, things about Jay's size.
However, his looked like a tooth pick in comparison to
Roberts. Robert's must have been a good 12 inches long
and god was it thick. It must have been at least 3
inches thick. And it had a large plum size head on it.
The size of Robert's dick was just freakish.
Jay didn't want to look at another guy's penis, but it
was so huge. It was just too bazaar of a site to just
ignore. Even the guys in the dirty magazines didn't
have cocks as big as Robert's.
"You like looking at my cock don't you Jay?" Robert
whispered in Jay's ear.
Jay knew better than to try to answer. In the past he
had tried to verbally deny the things Robert would
whisper to him. But every time it always got worse.
Sometimes Robert would even punish him by spanking him
or twisting his nipples. Jay wasn't sure though which
was worse... the comments or the physical punishments.
For example, if Robert would make a comment like, "Jay,
you like having guys jack you off don't you?" And if
Jay denied that then Robert would often point out the
obvious like the hard-on Jay always had when Robert was
playing with him. Or the cum Jay had just shot all over
the floor or onto his own chest.
The comments were bad enough but it was these little
bits of "proof" that Robert would point out that hurt
Jay the most. These bits of "proof" made him face
things he didn't want to face. Jay wasn't gay and he
didn't want to become gay... yet, he just couldn't
understand how he could get so excited when these gay
things were being done to him.
Many times he even began to think he maybe was gay. But
of course, the second he would cum that thought would
be quickly squashed by the guilt and disgust he would
feel.
As he now stared down at his own and Robert's hard
cocks, Jay wanted so much to just close his eyes shut.
But he knew better. Robert always insisted that he
watch as he jerked Jay off each time. So, there he sat
staring down at the two cocks waiting for what was to
come next. Many different thoughts ran through Jay's
head in regards to what Robert might have planned for
that day. However, what Robert did next was something
Jay hadn't expected.
Robert reached down with his right hand and grabbed his
own wrist-thick cock and then poured some baby oil onto
it. He also poured a little on Jay's cock as well. Then
Robert angle his own cock so it layed over the top of
Jays. Robert's cock was so long that it still reached
higher than Jays despite Jay laying on Robert's stomach
and chest.
Robert then used his hand to hold the two cocks
together. Robert's cock felt both soft and hard pressed
against his own. It was also very warm... much warmer
than his or Robert's hands ever felt whenever he got
jacked off. While the feeling was rather fascinating,
it was also rather disgusting at the same time. A man's
cock was touching his own. On top of that, he could see
some kind of clear liquid dripping out of the top of
Robert's penis. It was running down Robert's cock and
onto his own. Then dripping off onto his stomach. It
was just, well, icky.
"Okay Jay, I have a new exercise for you to practice,"
Robert said. "I want you to use your legs to lift your
butt a couple inches off my stomach. Then I want you to
drop back down and then do that over and over again
till I tell you to stop."
When Jay did as he was told he let out a small groan of
pleasure before he could catch himself. For when he
brought his ass up and down it caused his penis to
slide against Robert's cock. Jay was turned bright red
with embarrassment when he realized that he was
basically jacking himself off against Robert's cock and
hand. It was so disgusting... yet it felt so very good.
"That's it you little faggot, hump my cock," Robert
whispered to him. Jay tried to ignore his comments but
he just couldn't tune them out.
"Look how long my cock is Jay. Can you imagine how deep
inside you it would go if I stuck it up your ass?"
Robert was always talking about sticking things up
Jay's ass but he never did. It was always just the butt
plug. Jay knew Robert wouldn't do that though. It would
surely kill him if he did. And as much as Robert liked
to cause Jay pain he didn't think Robert would ever
really hurt him. However, the comments still managed to
place many vulgar and disgusting images into Jay's
head.
"Yeah, I bet you can just imagine my cock going in and
out of your ass right now. Just think Jay, one of these
days you may be sitting in this very same position with
my cock deep inside your ass while you hump up and down
in my lap just like you are humping right now. And you
know what Jay, I bet you will be enjoying it even more
than you are enjoying humping against my cock."
As he spoke, Robert reached down with his other hand
and grabbed hold of Jay's butt plug from below. Jay
immediately froze when he felt the sudden resistance on
the plug in his ass.
"Did I tell you to fucking stop?" Robert growled at
him.
Jay grunted as he slowly raised his ass off Robert's
stomach again. Robert's hand held the bottom of the
plug steady against his stomach though. This caused the
thick end of the plug to pop past Jay's anal ring. The
plug was half way out of his ass before Jay reached the
height Robert had set for him. Then the hard part came.
He had to bring his ass back down onto the plug.
Over the last 30 days Jay had become rather accustomed
to the plug. He was also very used to having it pushed
in and out of himself over and over again in sessions
like this one. However, this was the first time he had
ever had to actually fuck himself on it. He went very
slow at first, but gradually quickened his pace. He
knew Robert would punish him later if he didn't.
"That's right, ride that cock Jay. Ride that big
fucking cock as fast as you can."
Jay knew it was just the plug going in and out of his
ass, but he could not help but visualize riding
Robert's cock instead. He didn't want to think such
dirty thoughts but with Robert whispering in his ear he
just couldn't help it.
"Tell me you like getting ass fucked Jay."
Jay just ignored the request.
"You better speak up if you know what's best for you
Jay. Come on Jay, tell me how you would like to have my
cock up your ass."
Jay didn't want to say it but he also didn't want to be
punished. He remembered the last time he had been
punished. It was several sessions ago when Robert had
first asked Jay to cum on himself. Jay refused and as a
result got whipped with a belt and was not able to sit
comfortably for several days. He didn't want a repeat
of that whipping.
"I.. I like get... getting ass fucked," Jay managed to
whisper.
"Louder Jay."
"I like getting ass fucked," it was barely louder than
a whisper but in the small van it sounded to him like
he was almost screaming it.
"I knew you were a faggot Jay. I bet you can't wait
till the day comes when I stick my big cock up your
ass. Keep saying it Jay...keep saying over and over how
much you like getting ass fucked."
Jay's face was now wet with tears. Robert always knew
what buttons to push to make Jay cry in humiliation.
But between his sobs Jay managed to do what he was
told.
"I like getting ass fucked," Jay said it over and over
again as he humped his ass up and down on the butt
plug.
As he humped up and down he couldn't help but
envisioned that it was Robert's cock going in and out
of his asshole. Then, in a final thrust, Jay let out a
groan and came all over his own chest and stomach. He
then went back down one last time on the plug and then
slumped back against Robert's chest as he caught his
breath.
Jay continued to sob to himself as he realized he had
just cum all over himself thinking about riding
Robert's cock. He also sobbed at the knowledge that his
ordeal was not over yet. He still had to rub the cum
all over himself till it disappeared. This was always
the worst part. Not only was it the most disgusting
part but it was something he had to do after his own
sexual excitement had already been sated.
Jay bent forward a little so he could once again look
down at himself. Robert always expected him to watch as
he rubbed the cum all over his chest and stomach. When
Jay reached down to take care of the ugly task Robert
interrupted him.
"Wait," Robert whispered to him. "You were a good
little faggot today Jay so I think you deserve a
reward."
Jay cringed when he heard this. Robert's rewards often
were not "rewards" but just something further to
embarrass Jay.
"I don't think you shouldn't have to rub your own cum
all over yourself," Robert said. "Instead, how about we
have you rub it on me instead."
As vulgar as it sounded, it was still better than
rubbing it all over himself, Jay reasoned. However,
when he tried to move off Robert's lap Robert held him
steady.
"No, do it from there Jay."
"But...I can't rub it on your chest and stomach if I'm
laying on you," Jay said in a puzzled tone.
Jay then got a sinking feeling as he seen Robert reach
down. Robert grabbed his own hard cock and angled it up
so it laid against Jay's stomach. It reached up past
his belly button and laid in the middle of the cum Jay
had just deposited there.
"I want you to rub it onto my cock instead," Robert
said.
Jay didn't want to do it. But he knew he had no choice.
Refusing was out of the question and trying to reason
with Robert was not going to happen either. So, with
shaking hands, he reached down with his right hand and
got it wet in the pool of sperm on his chest. He then
gingerly began to rub it all over the bottom of
Robert's cock.
"Use your whole hand Jay and rub it in nice and hard,"
Robert urged him.
Jay did as he was told.
"Yeah, that's it you little pig. Jack my cock off with
your cum-covered hand."
"I knew a dirty boy like you would like playing with my
cock. Your really good at it too Jay. I wonder if you
will be better at humping up and down on my cock than
you are at jacking me off?"
"That's it Jay, keep going. Faster Jay. Jack that cock
a little faster for me."
Jay kept looking down at that huge cock against his
stomach as he rubbed more and more cum on it. The task
was impossible to complete though because the more cum
he scooped off himself and rubbed onto the cock, the
more pre-cum Robert's cock would leak onto his stomach.
"Surely he doesn't plan to..." before Jay could
complete the thought it happened. Robert shot his load
onto Jay.
Jay looked down in both fascination and disgust as
Robert's cock exploded. There was just so much cum. It
kept shooting and shooting out of the end of his dick.
When it finally ended Jay was covered from his neck all
the way to his bellybutton. Jay was one big mess of the
white stuff. Jay sat there frozen... not knowing what
to do next.
"Okay Jay, we have taken care of your cum but now you
need to take care of mine. You know what to do."
Actually, Jay didn't know for sure what to do. So he
slowly reached down and scooped some of Robert's cum
up. It was hot and slimy. He then moved his hand toward
Robert's cock again to rub it in.
"No, my cum is just for you Jay," Robert chuckled.
Jay had to concentrate to keep from getting sick as he
rubbed the cum onto himself. There seemed to be gallons
of it. It took over 15 minutes before Jay's skin
finally soaked most of it up. The whole time Robert
just laid there whispering dirty things to him. Telling
Jay how much he must love cum. How much Jay must wish
he could actually eat it instead of rubbing it into his
skin. It went on and on until most of the cum had
vanished.
Gradually the slicky, slimmy mess changed to just a
fine layer of sticky film on Jay's skin. It was at this
point that Robert always allowed him to stop, which he
did this time as well. Now they would just lie there
for a few more minutes as his skin dried. It wasn't
until then that he would be allowed up to wash off with
a damp towel.
Jay didn't understand why, but the whole cum rubbing
ritual would make his own cock get hard again. He
always tried to hide this fact from Robert but he knew
Robert surely must have noticed at least a few times.
As hard as he tried to hide this fact from Robert, he
tried even more to push this nugget of information out
of his own memory.
3.
Jay and Robert met in the van for over two weeks after
that day. And each time was basically a repeat of the
same horrifying thing. There were slight variations of
course, but the end result was always the same. And
while the new ritual became second nature for Jay, he
still always felt sickened by it.
Lately, however, they began spending less time in the
van. It was getting much colder outside and it wasn't
easy finding spots where you could leave a van running
without drawing any attention. So, instead, they
sometimes went other places. Robert had even taken Jay
to his home a few times. Jay never actually seen the
outside of the house or even what neighborhood it was
in. Not that he really cared too. His only thought was
trying to get through the visit as fast as possible.
And with as few punishments as possible.
Nonetheless, Robert didn't want to take any chances so
he always made sure he had something to keep Jay busy
in the back of the van whenever they were traveling
somewhere. Whatever he came up with, it always involved
Jay being blindfolded or as a minimum, facing the back
of the van. For example, often he had Jay kneel on the
mattress with his face against the sheets and his ass
high in the air.
Then he would have him reach back and spread one ass
cheek with one hand and use the other to fuck the butt
plug in and out until they reached their destination.
He would also have Jay repeatedly saying stuff like,
"Fuck my ass with that big cock." or "Cum up my ass."
etc. This would drastically limit Jay's sight range and
distract his other senses at the same time.
It's not that Robert was some kind of pussy though. He
just didn't see a need to take chances if he didn't
have too. If he was going to take a chance he wanted it
to be worth that risk. And those risks often payed off
in the form of his own sexual release or simply to
embarrass Jay. Of course, he always tried to ensure
that the event would ensure both.
His favorite was taking Jay to public places. A few
times he took Jay to movie theaters. It was always a
different theater and they never walked in together of
course. But they did sit together. Jay was practically
jumping for joy the first time they went. It meant no
sexual contact for a change. Robert had even asked him
to take out his plug before getting out of the van. Jay
learned, however, to quickly dread the theater visits.
The second the lights went down Robert's hand had slid
from the top of the chair behind Jay down Jay's back
and then to his rump. Robert asked Jay to scoot forward
a little and unbutton/zip his pants. Jay placed his
coat in his lap and then hesitantly obeyed the order.
Then Robert proceeded to worm his fingers down the back
of Jay's pants. It took well over 20 minutes but when
he was done Robert had his whole hand down the back of
Jay's pants and Jay was basically sitting on Robert's
large hand.
Jay kept looking around but no one was close enough to
notice. They were way in the back where it was extra
dark and the next closest group of people were five
rows in front of them.
Once he had his hand in place, Robert started moving
his fingers. He used his middle three fingers to play
with Jay's cock which had been hard almost from the
second Jay had been asked to unzip his pants. Jay
wanted so bad to cum. But at the same time he wanted so
bad not to cum... afraid of the total embarrassment of
having to walk out of the place with a huge wet stain
in his pants.
Robert had other plans for him though and stopped
playing with his cock. Jay then felt Robert begin to
worm his hand back out from behind. Jay felt relief
only for a moment though. For the hand only retreated a
few inches before it stopped. Then Robert did something
that made Jay's face turn red. Robert moved his middle
finger and started rubbing Jay's ass hole with it.
Jay had become very used to the butt plug but he still
hated it. However, right then he was wishing he was
still wearing it. Because it would at least have
provided him some kind of protection from that finger.
Jay turned his head ever so slightly toward Robert to
his left. He looked out of the corner of his eye to try
to get some kind of read on Robert. To see if he could
tell what he might be planning to do next. He expected
Robert to be looking at him or something... but instead
Robert was just looking straight forward like he was
enjoying the movie.
Robert then began to bend his finger. The more Robert
bent that finger upward, the more Jay had to lift
himself above the chair to avoid it. It wasn't long
before Jay was hovering a good three or four inches
above the chair. Robert's hand just laid there pressing
Jay's pants against the chair with that finger bent
upward touching Jay's asshole.
Jay knew Robert wanted that finger up his asshole but
he stayed hunched up over it anyway. He had never had
anything but the butt plug up his ass and the thought
of Robert's finger going there was not appealing to
him. He expected Robert to yell at him any moment. But
every time Jay would sneak a peak at Robert he saw that
Robert was just looking forward without a care in the
world. He even would see Robert smiling and laughing at
the funny parts of the movie.
It was about two minutes later that Jay realized the
true severity of his situation. It was then that Jay's
arms and stomach muscles started to weaken from the
strain of holding himself up. Jay wanted to stand to
get away but he couldn't with Robert's hand in his
pants. He had only two choices. He could make a big
scene to scare Robert's hand out of his pants or he
could sit down. Making a scene was definitely out of
the question. Robert had photographed and video taped
almost every visit they had had together. Even if
Robert were to be caught by the police or something,
Jay could not handle the thought of anyone ever seeing
those images.
Jay started to groan a little as the burning in his
muscles grew hotter from the strain. With his remaining
strength he tried angling his retreat back to the seat
so as to avoid the finger. But the finger would move
every time he would. Jay was now sweating from both the
strain and the shame of the situation; the shame in the
knowledge that he was about to fuck Robert's finger
into his own ass. Jay knew it wasn't voluntary, but it
didn't change the fact that it was him, not Robert,
that would be inserting that finger into his ass.
"Please... no," Jay turned his head and whispered to
Robert. But Robert just continued to stare forward
smiling at the movie.
"No," Jay moaned softly again as he felt his arms began
to give way. Jay repeated moaning the word over and
over as he sunk further and further down on the large
finger. The finger was not longer and not even that
much thicker than the butt plug, so there really wasn't
any major pain in the penetration. It was just the
shame of it all that hurt Jay the most.
Jay's head bowed in defeat as the last half inch
penetrated him and his ass came to rest on the rest of
Robert's hand. Jay immediately shot back up however
when he felt Robert's finger wiggle in his ass. He was
already up above the finger again before Jay realized
how stupid of a mistake he had just made. Now he would
have to go back down on it again. And his arms were
much weaker now so he didn't last but 30 seconds before
he started sinking onto the finger again.
Again, the finger up his ass came to life. It was
wiggling and bending this way and that. It felt so
dirty and nasty, yet it also somehow made his cock get
harder than ever. It never stopped. That finger kept
going and going. They sat there like that for at least
30 minutes before Robert removed it. Robert slowly
worked his finger out of Jay's ass and then carefully
removed his whole hand from his pants.
Robert then turned and whispered to Jay. "Let's go to
the bathroom so we can wash our hands."
Jay blushed even deeper at the subtle reminder of where
Robert's hand had just been. Jay didn't understand why
he needed to wash his own hands though, but he wasn't
about to question Robert. Robert got up and left for
the bathroom. Jay then carefully zipped up his pants
and then stood and followed shortly after. He had to
hold his coat in front of him the whole way to avoid
anyone noticing his boner.
When he got to the bathroom Robert was standing there
waiting for him. It was still early in the day so the
theater was pretty dead and there wasn't anyone else in
the bathroom at the time.
Once the door shut Robert grabbed Jay by the hand and
guided him into the back stall.
"Kneel on the toilet seat so no one can see your feet,"
Robert whispered. Jay was more than happy to comply. It
was awkward and it hurt his knees and shins a little to
kneel on the seat, but it was a lot better than risking
getting caught. He had to put his palms against the
wall in front of him to keep his balance. He looked
back over his shoulder at Robert in puzzlement as he
heard Robert's zipper go down.
His expression quickly went to fear, however, when
Robert reached forward and undid Jay's pants and pulled
them down to his knees. Robert chuckled when he seen
the look on Jay's face.
"I know you want this cock up your ass faggot. But you
aren't getting it today. You haven't earned it yet."
"Bend over more. Don't worry, I'll keep you from
falling to the side."
Jay did as he was told. Robert placed his hands on
Jay's hips to hold him steady. When he was done Jay's
head was against the wall about at the level of his
knees. His ass, however was raised at the perfect
height. Robert so much wanted to just plow his cock
into the young boy's ass and make him scream. But now
was not the time and place for that. The day would come
soon enough, he thought to himself.
Instead, he slowly inserted his middle finger up Jay's
ass again. He wiggled it around for a minute then
slowly pulled it out. Jay grunted when suddenly he
reversed his direction and pushed the finger all the
way back up his ass. Robert then began to fuck his
finger slowly in and out of Jay's ass. Robert would
stop every so often and ask for an "O".
"Give me an 'O'," Robert would ask.
It was another disgusting "homework" assignment Jay had
been given over 10 days ago. When given the command, it
was Jay's duty to make his asshole form a wide "O". It
took five days and several motivational spankings for
Jay to perfect the act. He had passed his "final exam"
just a couple days ago when he was able to hold the "O"
wide and long enough for Robert to place the butt plug
back up Jay's ass without hardly touching the sides. Of
course, Robert threatened to whip him with his belt if
Jay did not do further improvement over the following
month.
Jay let out another small grunt as he forced himself to
make an "O" in his cramped position.
"Not bad," Robert said as he felt the hole loosen its
grip on his finger. He could almost move it in and out
without any friction at all.
The hole suddenly tightened over his finger again,
however, when Jay heard the bathroom door open and
someone walk in. Robert pinched his ass with his other
hand as a warning to loosen his hole again. Tears of
humiliation began to drip from Jay's face as Robert
continued to finger fuck his ass with the stranger only
yards away.
His shame turned to fear when he felt Robert remove one
of his hands. Jay was now balanced on the stall just by
the finger fucking up his ass. Out of the corner of his
eye he could see Robert jerking off behind him. It
seemed like an eternity, but finally the other guy in
the bathroom finished up and left.
The second the door closed Robert sped up the finger
fucking. The finger was moving so fast up his ass that
it started to feel like it was going both in and out at
the same time. The bathroom was filled with the sound
of the back of Robert's hand slapping against Jay's ass
as the finger made it's way up his hole. There was also
the sloppy sound of Robert's other hand sliding up and
down his huge pole.
Jay's ass got warm at first from the friction but
shortly after began to get numb from the overload to
his senses.
"Don't you move a fucking inch," Robert warned Jay.
At that Robert removed his finger from Jay's ass and
put his hand on Jay's back to steady him. He then
shuffled forward until the end of his cock was up
against Jay's hole. Jay was frightened that Robert was
going to break his word and shove the cock up his ass.
But after a moment he calmed down a little when he
realized Robert was just rubbing the end of his cock up
and down over his asshole. He could also tell that
Robert was still jacking off behind him.
Jay knew it was almost over when he heard Robert's low
moans. Jay had heard this many times in the past. He
knew it would now only be seconds before Robert came.
The only fear he had now was the question of where
Robert planned to cum. Surely he wasn't going to cum
all over his butt. If it didn't spray all over his
shirt above it surely would drip all over his pants
below. Maybe he planned to cum all over the floor.
These and many other scenarios ran through his head
during the next few seconds. However, none of them came
close to the reality of what Robert had in mind.
"Give me an 'O'," Robert demanded under his breath.
"And you better hold that 'O' for the next 60 seconds
no matter what happens. If you don't I swear to fucking
god I will shove my cock up your ass."
Jay knew that tone and he immediately complied.
"Oh god no," Jay thought when he heard Robert moan in
climax and then felt him press the end of his cock
against his now wide open hole.
It took all Jay's willpower not to clinch his ass shut
as the first shot went up his asshole. But he knew
better than to disobey Robert. Robert was not one to
make empty threats. If he said he would shove his cock
up Jay's ass then that's exactly what he would do if he
didn't hold that 'O'.
It seemed to go on forever as shot after shot of sperm
filled his asshole.
"Okay Jay you can close your hole now," Robert
instructed. "When I move my cock away you better not
leak any of that sperm or I'll make you fucking eat
it."
Robert then backed away slowly. Jay had taken dozens
and dozens of enemas at this point and had no problem
holding the hot cum inside him.
"Good boy. Now where's your butt plug so I can plug
that boy pussy of yours. We don't want that cum leaking
all over your pants now do we?"
Jay sat there in silence for a second. He was
frightened to tell Robert he had left it in the van.
But surely Robert must have known that already. He had
watched as he removed it even.
"You left it in the fucking van didn't you?" Robert
said. "That's okay, I happen to have another one on me
you can use. It's about a half of an inch thicker than
that other one but I guess you were ready for an
upgrade anyway."
Robert chuckled as he pulled the much larger butt plug
from his jacket. He then spit on it and pressed the tip
against Jay's ass. At first there seemed to be very
little difference. But around the half way mark Jay
quickly realized that a half inch wider was a lot more
than it sounded like. Over the many weeks his ass had
loosened to the point where taking the 1 inch plug up
his ass no longer hurt him in the slightest. However,
taking this new plug felt just as bad as when he had
taken the 1 inch one for first time.
The only thing he had going for him now was that his
ass was well lubricated from the sperm and he now had a
lot more knowledge on how to loosen his ass. So, while
there was pain, the plug managed to pop past his anal
ring without causing any real damage.
Jay was pretty stiff from kneeling over so long, so
Robert helped him stand up and pull his pants back on.
They then went back to their seats and watched the
remaining 45 minutes of the movie. Days later Jay would
think back and realize he never knew the name of that
movie. Hell, he couldn't even tell you if it as a
cartoon or had real people in it.
His mind had been so busy the whole time he didn't
remember even looking at the screen. Even with Robert
not molesting him during that final 45 minutes Jays
mind was still racing. All he could think about was
that large plug up his ass and all that sperm that was
churning around inside him each time he moved or
breathed.
He wished to god he could remember the movie though
instead of everything else that had happened there. He
also wished he could forget what happened in the van
later in the parking lot. Robert had turned the van on
and let it warm up for 5 minutes. Then he had gone into
the back of the van with Jay and made Jay remove his
clothes. Jay then had to jack off all over himself.
Robert just sat next to him and whispered in his ear.
Putting lewd images in his mind of Robert's cock
shooting cum up his ass. In the past, these imaginary
images were just that... imaginary. However, Jay now
had an ass full of Robert's cum that proved these
images to be real.
Minutes later Jay could not stop himself from crying as
he rubbed the cum into his skin. He cried not just
because he was sitting there with Robert's cum up his
ass but also because he had just cum on himself while
thinking about it.
4.
It's amazing what people can get used to in life. From
lost limbs to joint pains and worse. People adjust and
overcome. However, this was not the case for Jay. While
he may have become familiar with the routines, he just
could not bring himself to adjust to them. Despite how
many times Robert would make him do something Jay would
feel as humiliated by it as the very first time.
Having cum in his ass was one of the worst to date.
Robert had made it a part of almost all their visits
from that day forward. In fact, often the very first
thing they did each visit was for Robert to shoot a
large load up Jay's ass and then use the butt plug to
seal it in. Jay's ass was still way too small for
Robert's cock to enter but Jay had become exceedingly
good at forming his little 'O'.
Regardless of whatever activities they had planned for
the day, Jay would often find himself spending the
remaining hour or hours of their visit feeling that cum
churning around inside him. In fact, some visits were
so long that by the time Jay got home and removed the
plug hardly anything would actually come out. His body
had already absorbed it all.
An average visit consisted of Robert shooting a load of
cum up Jay's ass, then plugging it. Then, Robert would
often find some other activity for Jay to perform.
Sometimes it would be as simple as taking Jay to public
places and having him shop or roam around. Other times
when he brought him to his house he would often have
Jay sit and watch gay porn for an hour or two.
Regardless of what they did, Jay was always required to
have a hard-on.
If Robert seen him without one then Jay would be
whipped or have some other punishment given. This made
the public places doubly embarrassing to Jay. Not only
was he walking around with a plugged ass full of cum
but he would have to be wearing clothes that would help
show off his boner. Sweat pants often worked the best.
Keeping a boner in public for over an hour is not an
easy thing. Not even with a plug up your ass. Robert
had a little mercy on him though and provided him with
a little aid. Robert created a long audio file for Jay
to listen too on his mp3 player. Some of it was audio
from gay movies, but most of it was dubbed from the
various recordings Robert now had of Jay himself
speaking, moaning and grunting during their visits.
Of course, no visit was ever complete until Robert came
all over Jay. Majority of the time it was always Jay
jacking Robert off. Robert had since added a new and
very vulgar twist to this activity though. Instead of
just cumming on Jay's chest and stomach he now would
cum almost exclusively on Jay's face. Jay's entire face
would be covered by over a quarter inch of the warm
stuff almost every time. It was then Jay's job to not
only rub it into his face but also down onto his chest
and stomach.
Jay absolutely refused to participate in this activity
the first time he was told what was going to happen.
Jay even threatened to go to the police. Something he
had never dared threaten in the past. It was an empty
threat, however, and Robert knew it. Robert could have
just tied Jay down and done it anyway. But he wanted
Jay to be an active participant in the event when Jay
got his first facial. But threats and even whippings
could not get Jay to jack Robert off onto his face.
It wasn't until Robert had to resort to more drastic
measures that Jay finally came through. One day Robert
had tied Jay down and then gotten out the needles.
Needle torture was something that even Robert didn't
want to do. But it was the end result he was after so
he did it anyway. It was the only non permanent torture
he could think of that would actually draw blood.
Robert had kept the needles to just Jay's chest and
nipples.
Robert was actually scared he might have made a mistake
with the needles. He thought he might have accidentally
pushed Jay beyond the brink as he pushed the needles
through his chest. He did his best not to go too deep.
But to ensure the event was one Jay would not soon
forget, Robert angled the needles so that they would go
about 1/8th to 1/4 inch deep, and so that the tip would
then pop back out several inches away from the initial
entry point.
There was a lot of pain involved in the procedure but
it was really the mental aspect of it that hurt the
most. Robert kept it to only 3 needles per breast but
he was still scared he might have over done it a
little. It was a risk, but one that had paid off very
well. While Jay remained reluctant to most new
activities, from that day forward he would almost
always relent to them whenever Robert would threaten to
use the needles again.
Jay's first cum shot took place in the bathroom. Which
was a good thing because Jay had immediately thrown up
in the toilet after the first shot hit his face. The
rest of the cum had landed on the floor and on Jay's
back and shoulders. As punishment for not taking the
full facial Robert had Jay lay on the floor and jack
off. And right when Jay was about to come he had raised
Jay's knees way over his head so that Jay's cock
hovered just inches above his own face. Jay was then
made to give himself a facial.
For Jay, this was 10 times worse even than having
Robert's huge load on his face. He wanted to be sick
again but knew better than to make the same mistake
twice.
As punishment for his original reluctance, Robert made
sure Jay came onto his own face like this almost every
visit from that day forward. Jay was never really
convinced that it wasn't Robert's original plan to have
him do this anyway. Not that it mattered. A face full
of cum was a face full of cum regardless of the
reasons. And it sickened him just as much every time
regardless of the reasons behind it.
5.
"Your training is coming along great Jay," Robert
praised.
Jay just sat with his head bowed trying to ignore
Robert. Jay had visited with Robert more times than he
could remember and if there was one thing he knew and
that was that everything Robert said had a purpose. And
that purpose was almost always humiliation. The more of
it he could tune out the less he would be ashamed
later. There were certain phrases Jay knew to look for.
Phrases that often preceded some sort of command. He
knew to always pay close attention to these comments or
there would be hell to pay.
The whole training thing just confused Jay. The better
he got or behaved the more praise he would receive.
However, the better he got the less tolerance Robert
seemed to have for mistakes. For example, in the past
not replying to a question would have resulted in just
Robert yelling at him a little. However, now it almost
always guaranteed a torture of some sort. Often it was
a spanking. Other times it was even worse. These other
punishments ranged from tying weights to his balls to
putting clothes pins all over him.
Jay's nipples, however, were his sensitive spot and
Robert knew it and took full advantage of that fact. It
was around December that Robert had asked Jay for the
first time to taste cum. As expected, Jay had refused.
Jay had almost convinced himself that Robert would
never ask him to do something like that. But deep down
he had always known the request would one day come. Jay
also expected Robert to break out the needles if he did
not comply. And lastly, he knew darn well he would
comply if he seen those needles come into sight again.
But, to his surprise, Robert had come up with a
different punishment. He had given Jay a clothespin and
what looked like some kind of snake bite kit suction
cup. He then made Jay use the suction cup on one nipple
for 5 minutes then remove it and put the clothes pin on
the raised nipple and areola. The clothes pin on his
sensitive nipple hurt more than almost anything Jay had
ever felt. That is until he removed it 5 minutes later
and the blood rushed back... THAT proved to be even
more painful. While the clothespin was on one nipple,
the suction cup was to be used on the other.
And for hours on end he was made to switch them back
and forth every 5 minutes. Robert made him do this for
visit after visit after visit until after the 5th visit
Jay finally relented when asked to taste cum. As it
turned out, the whole cum tasting was not as bad as he
had imagined. He was only required to touch it to his
tongue with his finger. The thought of doing it was a
lot worse than the actual act. After all, the flavor
was no different than what he would sometimes taste on
his lips after rubbing the cum over his face. The
difference of course was that Robert now knew for a
fact Jay was tasting the cum, where in the past Jay
could easily deny it when asked.
It was this cum tasting "training" that Robert was now
praising him about. Jay had been at it for over a week
now. Not only did Robert have him tasting the cum
several times each visit but Jay wasn't even gagging or
making faces any more.
"I think it's time we moved on to something new,"
Robert said more to himself than to Jay.
This was one of the key statements that Jay's mind had
learned to pick up. Jay immediately glanced over at
Robert with a worried look on his face. Jay knew that
whatever it was, it was going to be something he didn't
want to do.
"I think it's time we worked on your boy pussy some
don't you?" Robert grinned.
Jay wanted to argue that they had been working on his
so called boy pussy since day one when he had to start
wearing the butt plug. It took a lot of will power to
hold his tongue, but he knew the consequences if he
didn't. So, instead he just replied with his standard,
"Yes sir."
"I shopped around and got you some new toys to play
with. They are laying on the bed."
Jay nervously glanced over at the stairwell that led to
Robert's upstairs' bedroom. It was currently late
January and bitter cold outside. While they still went
out and sometimes even had their "fun" in the van, they
spent a majority of the time at Robert's house now.
"You know what to do," Robert said softly.
Unfortunately he did. Jay no longer wondered around the
van or house naked. Instead, he now wore a dog collar
and leash most of the time. His first duty when moving
from spot to spot was to hand the other end of the
leash to Robert. Then he had to hand Robert one of
several whips or paddles that were always near by.
Which one he chose was always up to him. For this trip,
he chose the wooden paddle. Then he got down on his
hands and knees and waited for Robert to tell him where
to crawl to.
The destination, of course, was the master bedroom. As
he crawled Robert began to spank him with the paddle.
The hits always hurt but Robert called these traveling
hits "love taps." And having had the "punishment hits"
on many occasions Jay definitely could tell the
difference between the two. It did him no good to speed
up his crawl either. The leash would always hold him
back to whatever pace Robert wished him to go. However,
if he pulled too hard on the leash Robert would
increase the speed and strength of the hits until the
tension lessened again.
He hated going to the master bedroom the most. It meant
going up those damn stairs. They were made of hard wood
and hurt his knees. But even worse than that was the
fact that climbing or descending from them meant that
Robert would have to switch from underhand and side
hand swings to the much harder overhand ones.
Choosing a paddle always meant that most hits would be
on or near his ass. Jay noticed that every other hit
with the paddle would almost always land across both
cheeks and slam into the butt plug up his ass at the
same time. Jay could never determine for sure how he
felt about these butt plug hits. On one hand the hit
was distributed out so much that it didn't hurt half as
much as the other hits.
However, on the other hand the hit would always drive
the plug even deeper into his ass. The end of the plug
would always slam up against a sensitive spot deep
inside him. Robert called that spot Jay's clit. Jay
wasn't sure what he meant by that. All he knew was that
each time his "clit" got hit it both hurt deep inside
him and yet at the same time sent a jolt of energy
through his pelvis all the way to the tip of his dick.
It felt good and hurt all at the same time.
Choosing a whip, however, meant that the pain of the
hits would be spread out over his ass, back, legs and
even sometimes the soles of his feet. The pain of the
hits on these other spots were much higher, however,
the pain would go away a lot faster since not as many
landed in the same spot unlike the paddle did. He
always preferred the whip when he knew he was going to
stay on level ground. However, the overhand hits while
on the steps made the whip almost unbearable.
Therefore, he always selected the paddle for the steps
despite knowing he would be feeling the hits for hours
after they had stopped raining down on him.
It was only a 3 to 4 minute trip but his ass was on
fire by the time they reached the bedroom. His "clit"
was getting sore also. As they went into the door Jay
could not quite make out what was laying on the bed
from his crawling position.
"And one to grow on," Robert always said that when they
reached their destination. And he would follow it with
one last hard hit on Jay's ass. It was a sign for Jay
to stop crawling. It was also a sign for him to thank
Robert.
"Thank you for spanking my ass sir," Jay said as he
bowed his head in humiliation.
Robert then dropped his end of the leash on the ground.
This meant that Jay could get off his knees if he
wanted. He could stand, sit on the furniture, whatever
was appropriate at the time. He just had to stay within
5 feet of wherever they had stopped unless told
otherwise. Going further meant a punishment so Jay
always tried to stay within 3 feet just to be safe.
Jay rubbed his knees as he stood. He froze when he seen
what laid on the bed. He then immediate looked over at
Robert... surely he was joking with him.
"Do you like your new toys?" Robert chuckled.
"I... I can't..." Jay didn't know what to say so he
decided to say the only thing he knew would not get him
a punishment. "Yes sir. Thank you sir."
Of course, thanking Robert was the last thing he had on
his mind at the moment. There laying on the bed were a
half dozen dildos. Jay had seen dildos before in some
of the magazines Robert had him look at. He had even
seen a few in the gay videos. He just never dreamed he
would see one in real life.
What really shocked him though was the size of them.
They were all at least 7 to 12 inches long. There were
two that were not too thick... one was about an inch
thick and the other about 1.5 inches. These scared him
but not as much as the other 4. They each appeared to
be about a half inch wider than the next. That largest
one had to be at least 3 to 3.5 inches thick. It was
insanely huge; impossibly huge. It was even bigger than
Robert's cock. Jay just stood there looking at that big
fucker and began to cry softly.
"Don't worry cry baby," Robert laughed. "It might be
months, if not years before we stick that up your boy
pussy. Heck, if you behave we might never even try it.
But, it never hurts to have a goal now does it? In the
mean time, I think we will just get it out every so
often so you have something extra to look at and dream
about."
"Now, those other ones... well, they might hold more
promise. Your boy pussy is still pretty undeveloped so
it's too early to tell, but maybe some day."
Jay could not help but cry even more at the thought of
some day putting those larger dildos up his ass. He
cried not just at the thought of what pain they might
bring but more at what this all meant. Robert spoke
constantly about one day fucking Jay up the ass. But as
the weeks and months went by Jay had concluded that
Robert never really intended to actually ever do it.
Not only was it a sick thing to do but it was simply a
physical impossibility.
Robert's cock was just way too big. These dildos laying
on his bed put a whole different light on the situation
though. Jay didn't need Robert to spell it all out for
him, he knew that instant that it was Robert's intent
to stretch Jay's ass to the point where he might one
day actually be able to fuck him.
"We will start with the two smallest ones," Robert
informed him. "Grab them and follow me to the
bathroom."
"Follow" meant Jay was to actually walk there and not
crawl. Jay knew from experience that this luxury was
not necessarily a blessing. It often meant that Robert
was anxious to do something to him.
Jay leaned over the bed and grabbed the two smallest
ones. They felt rubbery. They were flexible yet didn't
give way that much when he squeezed them in his hand.
They, like the other 4, were shaped just like a real
penis. They even had veins and bumps and stuff on them.
Once he had them he turned and slowly walked toward the
bathroom down the hall. He didn't know for sure what
Robert had planned but he knew he wasn't going to like
it.
"Get into the shower," Robert said as Jay entered the
bathroom.
Until this moment, Jay had never feared Robert's
shower. In fact, it had been about the only place in
Robert's house that Jay actually liked to go. Well, he
didn't necessarily "like" to go anywhere in Robert's
house, but at least whenever he was allowed to go to
the shower, it often meant he was about done for the
day. Jay knew this wasn't the case today, however.
Robert's shower was very odd. It had three tiled walls
and a shower curtain like any other shower Jay had seen
before. However, Robert had clearly added a few
features of his own. For example, there were eye-bolts
in multiple places and even a few on the ceiling. There
were also 1 inch thick metal bars that came out of the
wall about three inches and then curved and ran
parallel with the wall for about two feet then bent and
went back into the wall again.
They were evenly spaced about 1 foot above each other
like some kind of ladder built into each wall. The
first time Jay had seen them that's exactly what he
thought they were for. Once, while he was alone in the
shower, Jay had even stepped on one to test it's
strength. Sure enough, it easily held his weight. The
wall must have been solid concrete because it didn't
shake one bit.
While he had yet to figure out what the eye-bolts were
for, he did quickly find out what the "steps" were for.
A couple of weeks after the first time he had been
taken to the house, Robert had initiated him to the
"shower". He had Jay strip and get inside one day. Jay
sat in there shivering at the thought of what might be
going to happen next. He heard Robert opening and then
pulling something out of the linen closet.
Jay was shocked when Robert walked into the shower with
it. It was metal and at first glance had frightened
him. However, after he stared at it for a moment he
realized it was... well, he wasn't sure what it was but
he knew what it looked like. It looked just like the
metal toilet seat he had sat on once when using the
bathroom in the public restroom down by the park.
This seat, however, had two thick metal hooks at the
back of it with about 6 inch long flat metal plates
that hung down below the hooks. Robert put the hooks
over one of the metal "ladder" bars about 3 feet above
the floor. When he let go the seat just sat there
pointing out from the wall like some kind of bottomless
chair.
To his surprise the seat was rather steady and easily
held his weight when Robert told him to sit on it.
Robert had explained that the seat would allow Jay to
easily play with his butt plug while jacking him off.
As crude as the seat looked, it did indeed work well.
That day Jay had been told to jack Robert off all over
his chest while playing with his own plug, which of
course he did without argument. As the weeks went by
and his training progressed the seat was placed on an
even lower prong so Jay could jack Robert off onto his
face instead. Despite all that he was made to do in the
shower, he still liked it the best since it not only
meant his time was almost up for the day but also
because he knew it would be easy to wash himself off
afterward.
When he opened the shower curtain, however, the seat
was not there. Instead, there was some kind of harness
hanging from a couple of the eye-bolts in the ceiling.
"How do you like my swing?" Robert laughed.
"I like it sir."
He said it but he didn't really mean it. Not because he
didn't like it. But more because he had no clue what he
was actually looking at. There was a sort of seat on it
that did make it kind of resemble a swing but there
were also extra ropes and pieces of thick cloth and
such that just hung here and there that made no sense
to him.
"Let's get you saddled up," Robert said with a chuckle.
"We will set you up face down the first few weeks till
you get used to this pony ride."
Jay had no clue what Robert was talking about but it
didn't sound good. But what could he do? Exactly what
he always did. He did what Robert told him. Robert
first had him lean over the seat portion of the swing.
The cloth seat was much bigger than it first appeared
when it was just hanging there earlier. It was a good 2
feet wide and about 3 feet long. Once he leaned over
it, it supported him from his stomach all the way to
just below his armpits.
He quickly discovered what the extra ropes and cloth
pieces coming off the device were for. He watched as
Robert grabbed one of the ones from the front and put
it over his hand. It was like a long thick cloth tube
sock of some sort. Once it was over his hand Robert
tied some laces on it that held it firm to his wrist
and forearm. It also forced Jay's hand into a fist.
Robert then did the same to the other hand. Robert had
never put Jay into any kind of bondage before and the
loss of finger and hand movement was beginning to scare
Jay.
There were similar tubes that secured over his feet.
There was also a soft rope or cloth that tied around
each of his thighs just above his knees. He could not
see them very well from his current position but he
could tell they were there. They didn't hurt or
anything but they forced him to keep his knees apart at
about a 90 degree angle; nothing uncomfortable, just
very unusual.
"Okay, let's test it out," Robert said. "Pull a little
bit with your hands and push with your legs."
When he did Jay was shocked to see that his face
rapidly swung toward the wall. It was a large shower
and Robert was able to catch him long before he
collided with it.
"Perfect," Robert shouted with joy. Robert then left
the shower and Jay could hear him grabbing something
out of the closet. While it would have made no sense
for his current position, Jay somehow expected to see
Robert return with the metal seat again. Jay had no
clue what Robert was holding but it was not the seat.
It was some kind of metal pole about 5 inches wide and
close to 2 feet long. One end had some small ropes
hanging off from it and the other end had the same kind
of hooks and metal plates that the seat had had.
Jay watched in fascination as Robert brought it into
the shower. Jay lost sight of it when Robert walked
behind him with it. However, he could clearly hear
Robert hooking it to one of the wall prongs behind him
somewhere. Robert then left and came back with yet
another one just like the first. This one, however,
Robert connected to the wall directly in front of Jay.
Jay wanted badly to ask what the hell the thing was for
but he also dreaded what the answer might be.
"Oh shit, I almost forgot," Robert said as he got back
out of the shower. He quickly returned with a
screwdriver. Jay watched in puzzlement as Robert bent
down and unscrewed and then removed the metal shower
drain filter.
"Okay, just one last thing and we will be ready to go,"
Robert smiled down at Jay.
Robert then walked out and back again. Only this time
he was holding the two smaller dildos. He heard Robert
doing something behind him with one of them. Then he
came around the front with the much smaller one. It was
when Robert began to tie the dildo to the end of the
pipe now pointing towards Jay's face that the lights
came on in Jay's head.
Jay immediately began to struggle against the bonds and
voice his protests.
"Please let me go sir. I want to go home. Please sir.
Please."
Robert continued securing the dildo on the pole though.
He then unscrewed a large wing nut of some kind from
the side of the pole. When it came free Jay watched as
Robert slid the top end of the pole forward until the
dildo reached Jay's mouth.
"Open wide and say 'ahh'," Robert joked.
Tears now running down his face, Jay reluctantly did as
he was told. The dildo was only an inch thick so it
easily fit in his mouth. Once about 3 inches were in
his mouth Jay watched again as Robert reconnected the
wing nut to hold the pipe at its new length from the
wall.
"That should shut you up," Robert laughed again.
Jay shook with fear as he heard Robert removing the
wing nut from the pole behind him. He knew what was
coming and he didn't have to wait long.
"Ugh," Jay grunted as Robert yanked the butt plug out.
Jay then followed it with a slightly louder groan as he
felt the dildo enter him. The dildo wasn't painful
though. It was the same 1.5 inch width as the plug he
had now become quite accustomed too. However, Robert
didn't just shove a couple inches up Jay's ass. Jay
started a kind of repetitive moaning sob as he felt
inch after inch after inch of the dildo go up his ass.
It went way further than the butt plug ever had.
It was around the 4-inch mark that the tip of the dildo
bumped up against something deep inside him. When it
did it felt like someone had just kicked him in the
guts. Robert then pushed yet another painful inch up
his ass then locked the pole down again with the wing
nut.
"Looks like we reached your ass cherry," Robert said.
"Don't worry, we will loosen that up for you today."
Robert then left the shower again. The second Robert
got out of sight, Jay quickly pulled with his hands to
swing himself away from the dildo behind him in order
to relieve the intense pain he felt deep inside his
ass. A good 2 to 3 inches left his ass before the pain
stopped. While this solved that problem it cause one of
equal, if not worse at the other end when 3 more inches
of the dildo in front shot into his mouth. He now had a
good 6 inches of dildo in his mouth and of that at
least 2 were now deep in his throat.
He of course immediate began to gag and push with his
hands to escape. This swung him back onto the dildo
behind him again which shot pain into his guts yet
again. Without even thinking his legs and arms
involuntarily pushed him back away from the deep anal
intrusion. Which of course sent the dildo down his
throat yet again. Each time it went down his throat his
mind told him it was less painful up his ass. Yet
seconds later when it was deep up his ass he would
change his mind and switch directions again. He went
back and forth like that in a panic for at least 2
minutes before he heard Robert's voice.
"Got started without me I see," Robert said with a
laugh. "You really are a cock hound aren't you? You
couldn't even wait 2 minutes for me to get back."
Even as Robert spoke to him, Jay could not stop himself
from jerking back and forth on the dildos. It was as
though he had lost complete control of himself. His
mind was a big fuzzy blur. It was as though nothing
else in the world existed except for those two dildos.
Nothing else existed that is until he felt the whip on
his ass.
"Your going to have to learn to wait for permission
before you fuck yourself," he heard Robert say from
beside him. "Go ahead, you already got started so you
might as well get it out of your system you little
faggot."
Robert knew the movements were involuntary but it
pleased him to taunt Jay just the same. Robert just
kept whipping Jay each time his ass would swing back at
the dildo behind him. He also kept berating him as
well. He knew the combo would put him in an even higher
state of panic.
"That's it Jay, bust that throat and ass cherry at the
same time."
"Come on, you can do it. I know a faggot like you isn't
going to be satisfied till you get the whole thing up
you on both ends."
"Push harder Jay. Push harder and bottom out on those
cocks."
"Don't worry Jay, I'm going to let you spend hours and
hours in this swing over the next few months."
"Yep, one day soon you will be taking both those cocks
without any problem at all."
"Can I tell you a secret Jay? When that day comes you
know what I'm going to do? I'm going to take that cock
that's currently in your ass and I'm going to move it
to where the one in your mouth currently is. Then I'm
going to put that 2-inch thick one up your ass. It will
feel like you are starting all over from scratch...
won't that be fun?"
Robert was speaking rather loud but Jay could just
barely make most of it out over his own choking and
coughing. Not to mention all the pain that was shooting
through his brain at the moment.
It was one big vicious cycle. The more pain there was
the more Jay panicked. And the more he panicked the
harder he would push and pull with his hands and feet.
And the harder he pushed and pulled the more cock would
go up his ass and then down his throat. To add to his
torment, Robert adjusted the dildo in front so it stuck
out even further.
It wasn't long before Jay was rocketing full speed back
and forth on the full 8 inches of both dildos. It was
around the 20-minute mark when Jay finally passed out
from lack of oxygen. Robert jumped forward quickly and
pulled Jay back and then bent the dildo in front so it
came loose from his mouth. He then swung him the other
direction to release the one from his ass.
Robert would never have admitted it, but he was rather
impressed. He hadn't expected Jay to last 5 minutes let
alone 20 his first time in the swing. Not only that,
but he was extremely impressed to see that Jay hadn't
even thrown up from the dildo fucking his throat. That
was something he thought for certain would happen.
After releasing him from the swing, Robert tenderly
wiped the sweat off Jay with a towel and carefully
carried him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. He
would let the boy sleep for a while.
"Get some rest kid, you earned it," he whispered as he
left the room.
6.
Over the years, Robert had discovered that everyone had
a breaking point. The only questions were "When will
they break?" and "In what way would they break?"
The first couple child slaves Robert broke became very
docile. It wasn't that much unlike the older adult
slaves Robert had trained when he was younger. Only,
unlike the adult slaves the younger ones broke to a
greater degree. They didn't become vegetables but they
weren't far from it. Oh, they would look and act like
almost anyone else in public but the second Robert
would get them alone they became like the walking dead
or something. You could do about anything you wanted to
them and they would always submit no matter what.
Tell them you were going to shove a hot coal up their
ass and they would just bend over and wait for it. Not
that Robert was sadistic enough to actually ever do
something like that. This mental state is the goal of
most masters. Even Robert thought this was a good goal
until it actually happened to his first slave. Once it
happened there just wasn't any fun left in them. To
Robert it was almost as though he was playing with a
blow-up doll or something.
Robert changed his techniques drastically for his
second slave. While the slave lasted much longer, the
end result turned out to be exactly the same. Actually,
the second turned out to be even worse. This second
slave didn't even have a sense of self-preservation
left in him after he finally broke. Robert knew without
a doubt that he could have told the slave to jump in
front of a moving train and he would have done it
without question. And that's exactly what Robert had
almost decided to order the slave to do. However,
Robert was a lot of things but he was no killer.
Instead, Robert spent over a year gradually bringing
the boy back to reality.
Robert had made little to no progress with the boy for
months on end. The task of "fixing" the boy began to
look hopeless. In fact, Robert had almost given up on
the boy. He was even planning out his next "slave
project" when it had dawned on him what he had been
doing wrong.
It wasn't just his techniques that he needed to change
but it was more importantly the type of person he
selected that helped determine how the slave would
eventually break. When he thought back on the first two
slaves he realized that while they often acted like
they were not gay... deep down they both had had at
least some hidden homosexual tendencies. It was these
hidden desires that probably had even attracted Robert
to them to begin with.
Sure, the first two slaves were not blatantly gay or
anything. Most likely they would have happily lived out
their whole lives as heterosexual. But, there would
have always been that seed sitting deep in their mind
just waiting to grow. Their slave training had watered
that seed and it had grown like wildfire. Robert was
certain that even after they had broke, both slaves
probably still felt they were both completely
heterosexual.
However, he knew that deep down they no longer were.
So, when they did finally break the boys had been stuck
between a rock and a hard place. On one side their mind
could no longer put up with what Robert was doing to
them or even the memories of what Robert had already
done to them. Yet on the other side there was a hidden
part of them that desperately wanted the homosexual
activities to continue. They could not face those
desires, nor could they run away from them. So, they
just went into limbo.
Robert of course was no doctor. Hell, he barely
graduated from high school. But, the theory did make
sense to him so he tested it out. He stopped making the
two boys meet with him. And instead he made them start
seeing each other. From that day forward, each month he
would give them both a set of tasks they needed to
accomplish with each other. The tasks were of course
always humiliating and such, but nothing even close to
as sever as what Robert would have done to them had
they been meeting him instead.
He never met them face to face again after that.
However, he did ensure that he continued to send them
"tasks" and that they sent him tapes of their
activities on a monthly basis. At first he had them
just dropping the tapes off at various hidden
locations. However, eventually the boys grew up and had
to move away to get on with their lives. Robert still
sends them instructions though and they still send him
video footage via the Internet.
The boys never did break apart from each other. Sure,
Robert had commanded that they always live near each
other but he knew that even they were aware by now that
Robert no longer had any real control over them.
Robert's commands just made it easier for them to
exercise their hidden homosexuality. Over the years he
was pleased to see that the two boys eventually did
accept their hidden desires somewhat. They even
developed their own roles in their activities. From
watching the videos they sent it became clear to Robert
that his first slave was now a Dominant and the other a
Submissive.
Robert never had problems with his new slaves after
that. Jay was only his 5th child slave though... that
he kept for more than a few weeks anyway. But the
theory had proved itself so far. The hardest part was
always in the finding of the perfect slave. Like Jay,
the boy had to be 100 percent heterosexual. Well, no
one is actually 100 percent hetro, but Robert quickly
discovered that there are many that have absolutely
zero homosexual tendencies and also absolute zero
desire to become homosexual.
Discovering such people was not as easy as it might
sound though. Robert often did extensive research on
his new slaves before meeting with them and even then
most he would "let go" within the first couple weeks
before any real damage was done.
They all held promise of course, but it was that
perfect diamond in the rough he was always looking for.
One he knew without a doubt would break just the way he
wanted them too.
And Jay was just such a diamond and broke just the way
Robert had hoped. Instead of becoming docile, Jay
became the exact opposite. Robert wasn't exactly sure
why, but a boy like Jay would break like this every
time. He could only guess that maybe it was because
there was always that hope in the back of the slave's
mind that he could return to his old heterosexual life.
Or, maybe it was something completely different.
Robert had only learned about the swing within the past
few years and had only had the chance to use it on one
other slave. However, there were two things he quickly
learned about it. First, he learned that a well-trained
slave could not only easily handle the swing but even
could enjoy the activity. The second thing he had
learned was that an untrained slave absolutely hated
the thing.
For an untrained slave the device was the closest thing
to death they could possibly experience. In fact, if
used unsupervised by an untrained slave the device was
indeed deadly. And there isn't that many ways worse to
die than suffocation. And the swing involved the worst
possible kind of suffocation. To an untrained slave it
as a very painful and long suffocation.
So, why would you ever put an untrained slave into the
device? For Robert it was simple. He did it because he
wanted to not only try to break Jay but he wanted to
put the fear of god into him. Of course, there was also
the added benefit of making Jay's first deep throat and
deep fucking a memorable one.
With Jay, the swing had worked on all accounts. Robert
could tell from the moment Jay had woken up that he had
indeed been broken. And unlike his first two slaves,
Jay was anything but docile. More than just fear,
Robert could now clearly see a boiling rage in Jay's
eyes. Robert knew there was no way on earth Jay would
allow himself to go back into that swing again. Sure,
Robert could tie him up and stick him in it anyway but
the second he took his eyes off Jay the boy would run
away from home, call the police or possibly worse.
It was time for the next stage in Jay's training.
7.
As it had been since day one, Robert's goal in the next
stage of training was to keep Jay reluctant yet
obedient. But how do you do this once you have broken
the slave? Easy, you turn whatever it was that broke
them to your favor.
It truly was that easy. Once Robert seen that look in
Jay's eyes he knew it was time.
"Jay, I'm sorry," Robert began. This of course threw
Jay completely off balance. He had never heard Robert
ever come even close to apologizing before.
"I thought you were ready for the swing but I clearly
was wrong."
Robert was lying of course. He knew damn well what was
going to happen when he put Jay into the swing.
"You don't want to get in the swing again do you?"
"No," Jay whispered.
Robert ignored the absence of the 'sir' and continued.
"Jay, I'm not going to lie to you. Some day I will put
you back into the swing. But I will make you a promise.
I promise that I won't do it until you are truly ready
for it. I will even give you a week's notice so you
will have time to convince me if you think you are not
ready for it yet."
"Fuck that. I'll spend that week getting as far away
from you as humanly possible," Jay thought to himself.
Robert of course knew this is what Jay was thinking.
But he wanted to put the boy at easy about the swing.
He had to give him a reason to stay and remain
obedient. However, it was now time to drop the bomb.
"I want to make something perfectly clear though Jay,"
Robert said in a very menacing voice. "If you ever piss
me off enough I will put your ass back in that swing in
a heartbeat. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes sir," Jay whispered again.
The next few days would tell whether the next stage in
training would be successful or not. It all came down
to trust. You couldn't just toss a boy into the swing
and break him on the first day. You had to first spend
time with him and get him to trust you. It wasn't the
"Will you baby-sit my baby for me?" kind of trust
though. It was a completely different kind of trust.
Jay knew damn well that Robert didn't have his best
interests in mind. However, did he trust Robert to hold
true to his word? Did he believe Robert would not put
him into the swing again until he was ready? And more
importantly, did he believe Robert would put him in the
swing again if he pissed him off enough?
As it turned out, Jay did trust Robert to keep his
word. Or at least he trusted him enough not to risk the
consequences and humiliation he would receive if he
were to run away or go to the police. Within a week
following the swing incident, Robert could tell Jay did
trust him enough to proceed further with his training.
He also knew that that trust was not without limits
though. But then that's the way it always was. Just the
way Robert wanted it. After all, what fun is it if the
slave doesn't ever need to be convinced to do things?
Once past this critical point, Jay's training went into
overdrive. Robert was able to push Jay twice as much as
he had in the past. Jay of course remained very
reluctant. However, as long as Robert didn't require
him to do anything as bad as the swing then Jay would
always eventually submit. It might require a punishment
or two but eventually Jay always gave in.
It wasn't long before Robert was able to take yet
another one of Jay's ass cherries. Well, I guess that
needs some explanation. You see, as silly and even
corny as it might sound, Robert had a philosophy that
people have more than just one ass cherry. In fact,
there were a great number of them:
* There was the basic self-penetration cherry. Robert
always had the boys use a butt plug for taking this
cherry. Sometimes he would watch them do it. Other
times, like in Jay's case, he would let them do it
themselves in private. All of Robert's slave candidates
lost this cherry within the first few days.
* The next cherry was when someone else put an object
into the boy's ass. In Jay's case this occurred only
minutes after Jay had taken his own cherry.
* Penetrating the boy's ass with a finger or other live
object was yet another cherry.
* Depositing sperm up the person's ass was one of
Robert's favorite cherries to bust.
* One of the more painful cherries to bust was the deep
penetration. Basic penetration involves just the outer
anal muscle. However, deep penetration requires
overcoming the internal muscle as well. This cherry is
often way more painful to break. Robert called this
cherry the one of no return. Once he had decided to
take a slave to this point Robert was pretty much
dedicated to following completely through with the
training.
Once this type of penetration was done the boy's mind
would never truly be the same again. In Robert's
opinion, to take a boy past this point and then release
him would do more harm than good. The boy would be left
emotionally crippled with no real direction. For Jay,
that cherry was broken that day in the swing when he
took all 8 inches of dildo up his ass.
As one can see, the list goes on and on. Now, of course
a guy could grab a boy off the street bend him over and
fuck him up the ass and that would break almost all the
cherries at the same time. But what fun is there in
that?
The most recent of Jay's ass cherries that got broken
was what Robert liked to call the "clit" cherry. Others
like to call it a prostate orgasm. Well, Jay hadn't
actually had his first prostate orgasm yet. However,
Jay was beginning to milk just fine. After bouncing up
and down on a dildo long and deep enough the sperm
would gradually start a steady drip out of Jay's cock.
For days it was just a bunch of pre-cum coming out.
But after a week of bumping that dildo against that
"clit" (prostate) that steady drip became a distinct
milky white. Not all guys are able to achieve a true
prostate orgasm but Robert had high hopes that Jay
might some day be able too.
Jay didn't know what to make of the whole milking
process. Sticking a dildo up his ass was just, well,
gay. He did a lot of other things that were gay but
very few actually brought him any kind of pleasure.
However, despite the pain involved, this new milking
process gave a very odd kind of pleasure. As he would
bounce up and down on the dildo he felt some pain and
lots of revulsion in the process... yet, his cock would
become rock hard and he would become extremely horny;
painfully horny. And while this was going on his dick
would be leaking all over the place.
The worst part, however, was the begging. In the past
Robert always had to make Jay jack off. However, after
banging that big dildo against his "clit" for an hour
or two Jay would always break down and start jacking
himself off without having to be asked. Robert always
got a kick out of it of course. Robert always made him
stop jacking off and would make him beg before he would
let him continue. And when Jay was allowed to cum it
was always the biggest and hardest cum of his life.
It would be so intense that he would almost black out.
He would shoot tons of cum all over himself. He didn't
even realize he could produce so much cum. It was
almost as much as what Robert would spray on him. Even
the afterglow of the orgasm was strong. He still felt
terrible guilt and shame every time he came like that
but it always dimmed in comparison to the intense
orgasm.
What he hated most though was how vulnerable he would
become while bouncing up and down on that dildo. The
hornier he would become the more things Robert could
make him do. Robert would make him do some of the most
disgusting things, yet Jay always did them if he knew
it meant he could jack off later.
Robert would make him do things like take the dildo out
of his ass and then fuck himself with his own fingers
for a while. Or, he might make Jay jack Robert off into
his face. This of course was something Jay had already
done many times in the past but doing it while being so
horny made it seem 10 times worse.
His clit often played tricks on him during these times
also. For example, while jacking Robert's cock off Jay
would sometimes confuse the pleasure he was getting
from his clit with the act of touching Robert's cock. A
few times he almost even convinced himself that
touching that monstrous dick actually made his clit
tingle even more. He would weep for hours into the
night whenever that happened... he wasn't gay so how
could he think such thoughts?
After Robert seen that Jay had gotten a good taste of
deep anal he started to really put him to the test. For
example, he would let Jay go at it for a good 30
minutes or so then make him deep throat the smaller
dildo over and over for 5 minutes just to earn the
right to bounce on the dildo up his ass for another 30
minutes. Jay wasn't sure if it was the dildo bumping
against his clit that he liked or if it was just the
huge climax he would have at the end of each visit. All
he did know is that one led to the other. And once he
had gotten started on the first he would do about
anything to get to the second. Even if it meant choking
on that dildo for 5 minutes now and then.
The day Jay's "milk" first started dripping you would
have thought Robert had just won the lottery or
something. Jay had never seen Robert so happy. Jay's
first thought when he seen the cum leaking out of his
cock was one of concern. He thought he had caused
himself some kind of internal injury. But, from
Robert's reaction, it became clear to him that this
leaking was somehow a good thing.
Jay quickly learned that it was indeed a good thing; a
good thing for Robert, but not for himself. Because
this leaking now meant that Robert could make Jay taste
the cum whenever he wanted him too. And Robert took
full advantage of this fact. Whenever Robert wanted Jay
to taste the cum he would just utter the word, "taste."
Jay would then be required to touch the cum with the
tip of his finger and then lick the flavor off with
this tongue. It was disgusting but in his heightened
sexual state it didn't bother Jay too much. The problem
was that Robert quickly became like a broken record.
"Taste." "Taste." "Taste." It just never stopped. It
started out slow but within a few days Robert had him
tasting the cum like every couple minutes.
It got to the point where Jay swore he could taste the
cum for hours after their visits and even when he woke
up the next morning. Mouthwash couldn't even get rid of
it. But as bad as this was, it got worse.
8.
"Jay, we have a problem," Robert said as Jay undressed.
Jay immediate got a sinking feeling in his gut.
"You have been leaking cum all over the house lately.
Not only does it stain the towels but you leak so much
of it that it has been soaking through to the carpets."
Jay turned a bright red in embarrassment.
"What do you think we should do about all that cum?"
Robert questioned.
Jay just sat there quietly.
"No ideas?" Robert asked again.
"No sir," Jay whispered.
"Wait! I know what you could do. You could just eat it
as it comes out," Robert said with a smile.
Jay looked up at him with a shocked expression.
"I... I... I could rub it on my skin," Jay volunteered.
"Hey, that is a good idea. I wish you would have come
up with that idea earlier. But, I'm really starting to
feel this cum eating plan is a good idea. Or do you
think my idea is stupid?"
Now that was a trick question if Jay had ever heard
one.
"But then again, I'm really liking your idea also,"
Robert said. Jay's hopes started to rise. He wasn't
sure if he could bring himself to eat the cum.
"How about we combine the two ideas," Robert said with
an evil grin. "We will have you collect the sperm as it
drips and put it in your mouth and store it there.
Then, before you leave we will have you spit it out and
then rub it all over yourself. If you think about it,
it's not really any different than what you have been
doing anyway with all that tasting and stuff. Only this
way we keep the house a little cleaner. Or do you like
the original cum eating idea better?"
"Yes... I mean no... I mean I don't want to eat the
cum, sir," Jay said.
And so the new ritual began.
Robert had made the whole cum storage thing sound so
simple. But it was far from it. And despite what Robert
claimed, putting all that cum in his mouth was nowhere
close to the same as just tasting it. There was a huge
difference between putting the flavor into his mouth
and putting something that actually had texture. Even
in his heightened sexual state, Jay still gagged and
almost threw up the first time he put a big drop of it
into his mouth. But, he managed to get himself under
control.
It wasn't the first time he gagged that night though.
As the night wore on his mouth became fuller and
fuller. The problem he was having wasn't that he was
putting way too much into his mouth. The problem was
that the longer he kept from swallowing the more of his
own saliva would secrete into his mouth and mix with
the sperm. Every once in awhile some of the mixture
would dribble down his throat and he would start
gagging again.
It wasn't long and he had no choice but to let the
mixture begin to leak from the corners of his mouth and
down his chin. By the end of the visit his whole body
from the chin down was one sloppy mess of the stuff. He
wanted to point out to Robert that this whole cum
storage idea was going to make the house dirtier, not
cleaner. But he knew better than to say that. He knew
what the alternative plan would be if he did.
Robert of course got a huge kick out of the whole
thing. Visit after visit, Robert would just sit there
making jokes as he watched Jay bouncing up and down on
the dildo and feeding the cum into his own mouth. One
moment he would be making jokes and calling him names
like "sloppy Jay" and the next though Robert would
often get more serious and start talking dirty to him.
Most of Jay's milkings took place in the living room.
Some days it was just Jay kneeling over a towel and
bouncing up and down on the dildo. This of course
slowed the milking process down a lot due to the
physical requirements of the act. Robert still made him
do it a lot whenever he wanted to see the boy work up a
good sweat. However, when he wanted to really see Jay
produce a lot of milk he would get out the chair.
The chair was nothing more than a seat with a hole in
the bottom of it for the dildo to fit through. It was
the legs of the chair though that were the real oddity.
All 4 legs of the chair were made of metal and about 4
inches wide each. There was also a flat metal band that
ran level with the floor that connected the 4 legs
together. When you sat on the chair, however, you
noticed something very special about the legs.
The legs that actually connected to the chair were not
the same legs that touched the floor. Instead, they
were a hair thinner in width and were inserted into the
tops of the legs that did touch the floor. There
clearly was also some sort of spring inside each of the
legs. The result of which was that if you sat in the
chair you could bounce up and down with just the
slightest use of your leg muscles.
Jay originally loved the chair once he got used to
balancing on it. It made his job 100 times easier. All
he had to do was put the dildo under the chair and with
little effort he was bouncing away on it. Not only
that, but it left most of his mind free to concentrate
on the pleasure of the dildo bumping and rubbing
against his clit. He knew it was a dirty thing for him
to do, but by concentrating on the pleasure from his
clit he was able to drown out a lot of everything else
going on like Robert's nasty comments. It also made the
time go by a lot faster. Lately, with this whole new
cum storage process, he was beginning to hate the
chair. He always leaked a ton more cum when he was in
the chair and that meant a much larger mess.
It was in this chair that Jay got his next big
surprise. It was almost February now and Jay had been
doing the cum storage exercise for about a dozen visits
already. It still grossed him out but there wasn't much
he could really do about it. He would have never
admitted it to anyone, especially himself, but as the
days went by he had swallowed a lot of the cum. It was
just impossible to keep it from dripping down his
throat from time to time.
While he was able to block this out of his mind during
the days, at night his nightmares of late were often
filled with images of Robert's cock and the sperm going
down his throat by the cupful. He was always ashamed of
himself when he would wake from the dreams with a
hardon. Recently he had even cum from one of those
dreams. He was utterly shocked with himself when he had
scooped some of it up and put it into his mouth. He
immediately spit it out of course. "It was an accident.
I was still half asleep," Jay mumbled to himself as he
tried to cry himself back to sleep.
As much as he hated the cum storage idea, Jay wasn't
going to complain to Robert. Heck, in a sick way he was
even grateful to Robert for being so kind.
Robert could be kind and he could be mean. The mean
Robert would have dished out punishments every time Jay
let any of the cum run from his mouth. Luckily, it
appeared that the kind Robert was always in charge of
this exercise and graciously allowed Jay to dribble the
cum from his mouth. The only requirement was that Jay
never dribble any out unless his mouth was actually
full of it. If Robert asked him to open his mouth then
Jay had damn well better have a full mouth of it.
"That's it, bounce on that big dildo."
Robert, as usual, was sitting naked in his recliner
looking down at Jay who sat in his bouncy chair just in
front of him. Robert didn't always talk to Jay though.
Heck, half the time he didn't even look directly at
him. He would often be reading the paper or watching tv
or something. Of course, he did always keep Jay in the
corner of his eye to make sure the boy didn't slack off
any.
"Work that clit you faggot."
"Wow, that's a big drop of milk there. That's it, make
sure you scoop it all off the end of your cock.
Remember Jay, slurp it all off your finger. Okay, now
stir it around in your mouth with your tongue. Jay!
When you are swirling the cum in your mouth where are
your eyes supposed to be?"
Of course Jay could not really answer. All he could do
is moan slightly and then look where he was supposed to
be looking. Which of course was Robert's cock.
"That's right you little fairy, I want you to be
thinking about my cock whenever you are stirring and
tasting that cum."
Jay's face turned red with shame and tears formed in
the corner of his eyes. But then, tears were pretty
common now days while riding the chair.
It was still pretty early in their visit but Jay was
already getting to be a bit of a mess.
While Robert didn't always give Jay a ton of attention,
today was different. Robert had been watching Jay and
talking to him since the moment Jay had got into the
chair. All the extra attention was really starting to
concern Jay.
"You really like looking at my cock while you bounce on
that dick and eat that cum don't you?" Robert said as
he began to play with his own cock.
Jay wanted to correct him. He wasn't eating the cum he
was just... bah, it would have been of no use even if
he could talk right now.
"I bet you wish that was my cock up your ass right now
don't you? Well, don't you?"
Jay had been through this line of conversation many
times. Of course the correct, and only real response
was to groan and nod his head "yes". Which he did.
"Yeah, as much as you want my cock rubbing against your
clit, I bet you want my cum in your mouth even more."
More tears dripped down his face and mixed with the
sperm on his chin below. Again, Jay groaned and nodded.
"Look Jay, I'm starting to leak pre-cum already."
At that, Robert stood up and brought his cock within
inches of Jay's face.
"Can you smell my cock juice Jay? I bet you can. Heck,
I bet if you swirl your tongue around some more you
will be able to imagine what my juicy cock must taste
like."
Robert just stood near Jay and continued to jack off.
Bouncing up and down made it hard to keep his eye on
Robert's cock like he was required to periodically do.
But he tried his best. He also swirled the cum around
in his mouth just in case the prior comment was
actually a command.
"Would you like to take a breath?" Robert finally asked
after a few minutes of this.
Jay groaned and nodded his head several times. A breath
meant that Jay would be allowed to let all the cum
drizzle out of his mouth. It looked and felt very nasty
since so much came out all at once. But at least it
would allow him to relax his mouth a little before he
would have to start all over again.
"Thank you sir," Jay managed to whisper once his mouth
was empty. Well, it never really got empty. His mouth
was always left with a thick film of the stuff. While
with Robert, Jay was never allowed to rinse the stuff
out. As bad as cum storage was, the worst was always
the 30 or so minutes after he was allowed empty his
mouth. Despite how hard he tried to squeeze it all out,
a thick slimy coating of the stuff always remained. And
at this point he was no longer allowed to drizzle any
of it from his mouth. This meant having to swallow the
saliva that would gather in his mouth and mix with the
stuff. Of course, once Robert dropped him off for the
day Jay would rinse out his mouth immediately. Despite
how much he rinsed he always could taste the stuff
still in there and would spit for hours on end.
"No worries Jay, you looked like you could use a breath
of fresh air. However, I think I'm going to have an
accident. Watching you eat all the cum got me really
horny and I think I'm about to burst."
Jay immediately stopped bouncing in the chair and
closed his mouth and eyes in order to brace himself for
the facial that was about to come.
"No Jay, it's too early for that. We still have over 2
hours before you leave. If I cum all over you now it
will get everywhere. No, I think it's best we take care
of it like we took care of your dripping problem."
Jay's eyes immediately opened wide and he stared up at
Robert in disbelief. "Surely he is joking," Jay
thought.
His look of disbelief quickly turned to shock and
despair as he realized that Robert was not joking.
"I'm not gay," Jay whispered in-between sobs. He didn't
know why he said it, he just did.
"Of course you're not gay Jay. Now be a good boy and
open your mouth for me."
"It's almost time Jay. We don't want to get my cum
everywhere so you are going to have to put your lips up
against the end of my cock so none leaks out when I
cum. Don't worry, you don't have to stick any of my
cock into your mouth. Just make sure you have a good
seal on it. There you go."
"Jay, I know you don't like touching the end of my cock
with your mouth. Especially with all that juice already
dripping out of it. You're not gay so I don't blame
you. Maybe if you flicked your tongue back and forth on
the tip of my cock it will make me cum faster. Then we
can get this whole dirty mess behind us and you can
start playing with your clit again."
"That's it, your doing it. Lick that cock and make me
cum. That feels good Jay, keep going. Oh, shit, here it
comes! Make sure you don't spill a fucking drop of it."
At that, Robert began to unload in Jay's mouth. Jay
just closed his eyes shut real tight as he felt his
mouth fill back up with cum. This cum, however, was
different. Not only did it taste different but it was a
lot hotter having come directly from the source. It
wasn't air cooled like the drops of cum he would finger
spoon off his own cock. Despite his best efforts, a ton
of the cum still leaked out around Robert's dick and
ran down Jay's chin. Robert's climax was just too big
for the little boy's mouth to hold. Robert didn't mind
though. The main thing was that Jay now had his mouth
bloated full of his cum.
"Good boy," Robert said as he patted Jay on the top of
the head and stood back.
Robert then sat and reclined back in his chair and
turned the tv on with the remote.
Jay, on the other hand, just sat there with the mouth
full of Robert's cum, staring at Robert in shock and
disbelief. After a couple seconds Robert looked back
down at Jay.
"Shouldn't you be doing something right now faggot?"
Robert said.
Jay quickly started bouncing up and down on the dildo
again. He was ashamed when he realized that he had
maintained a boner throughout the whole ordeal. He
wanted so badly to block out the memory of what just
happened. But the taste in his mouth just wouldn't
permit it. However, the large dildo was strumming his
clit nicely already... with luck, maybe that would help
cut the edge some.
9.
Almost from day one, Jay thought Robert could read his
mind. He knew how to find him that day he first put in
a butt plug. He also seemed to know almost every time
he disobeyed. For example, when Robert had first told
how long he needed to wear the plug every day, Jay had
no intention of actually complying. He planned to just
put it in just before their visits together. The
stretching of his ass hurt so bad that he felt for sure
that Robert might have just be kidding or simply doing
some kind of role-playing. Surely he didn't expect him
to wear the thing for close to 12 hours each day.
Robert had punished him the very next time they visited
together for not wearing the plug for the full duration
like he had asked. Jay of course denied it and got an
even harsher punishment. Despite the punishment, Jay
again disobeyed thinking Robert had just made a lucky
guess. Yet, again Robert punished him for disobeying.
Jay thought for sure that Robert was still just
guessing so to test it he decided to actually wear the
stupid thing one day. It took all his will power not to
take the stupid thing out. It felt so weird as he
walked around. It also made the outside of his hole
burn a little from the friction. He later of course
discovered that frequently lubricating the rim
prevented most of this burning sensation. The worst
part was that throughout that day, and all days since
then for that matter, the plug rubbing around inside
him would cause his body to betray him. He would get
boners at the most embarrassing times. It also gave him
some very nasty dreams.
To Jay's amazement, the next day when he visited with
Robert he got praise for wearing the plug like he was
supposed to do. Jay wore the plug for several more days
before he tried removing it again for a day. And yet
again was punished when he didn't wear it. He had no
clue how Robert could tell when he didn't wear the
thing but it scared the crap out of him and from that
day forward always wore the plug.
Robert could read a face pretty good, but he wasn't a
mind reader. Heck, he wasn't even overly smart for that
matter. However, you didn't really need to be any of
these things if you had a little common sense. You see
your slave running around outside, jumping up onto his
bike and stuff like that without a care in the world
then you know he isn't wearing the plug like you asked.
Of course Robert had other ways and other sources from
which he was able to keep tabs on Jay's activities
outside their meetings... but that's a story for
another day.
What is important was that Jay dared not disobey
Robert, even when out of his sight.
"I have a new homework assignment for you Jay," Robert
had told him one day. "Actually, it's more of a
challenge. From now on, whenever possible at the end of
all of our visits I'm going to give you a nice mouth
full of cum right before you get out of my van. Now,
once you are out of the van and I've driven off you can
do whatever you want with it. You can spit it out,
whatever you want. However..."
Jay was afraid there would be a "however" somewhere in
there.
"... at least twice a week I expect you to keep it in
your mouth until you get all the way home. Then I want
you to go into your bedroom, lock the door, then get on
your bed and then rub it all over yourself like I've
taught you to do. I also want you to jack yourself off
and rub that on yourself as well."
Jay didn't know what to say. The plug was one thing,
but this task was entirely different. No one ever
bothered him in his room, so it wasn't like he was
worried about getting caught with cum all over himself.
As long as he took a wash towel with him and some kind
of deodorizer then no one would ever be the wiser.
However, it just seemed kind of weird to do something
like that in his own house.
As for the nature of the task itself, well, he had been
holding Robert's cum in his mouth for hours on end for
over a week now. It still grossed him out but a 10
minute bike ride home was nothing compared to how long
he always held it there at Robert's house. In fact, the
more he thought about it the better this task was
sounding. If he didn't have to do this task he knew
darn well that Robert would have had some other task
for the cum. Heck, he didn't even have to keep it in
his mouth more than a minute most of the week. All but
two of the loads he could just spit out right away.
This task turned out to be nowhere near as simple as it
had first sounded. You would be amazed how many people
want to have conversations with you when you are in a
hurry. You can only nod your head and mumble so many
times before they start looking at you funny. For
example, recently there had been this damn girl Jay
kept running into almost every day when Robert would
drop him off at the mall. Her name was Jenny. It didn't
matter where he parked his bike she would be there
almost every time. She always played it off like it was
an accidental meeting, but Jay was pretty certain that
she was always searching for his bike then waiting for
him to arrive so she could talk to him.
It wasn't that he minded though. In fact, he loved that
a girl was interested in him. It made him feel, well,
normal for a change. She was only a year or two younger
than him and he seriously thought about asking her out.
It would be nice to have a girlfriend.
However, this new task of Roberts was ruining his
chances with the girl. He couldn't just spit the cum
out in front of her and he sure as hell couldn't speak
to her with it in his mouth. So, he was left with
ignoring her or just nodding his head. And when that
wasn't working he had no choice but to jump on his bike
and run away from her. Each time he had to do this he
knew he must have hurt her feelings. Yet she would
almost always be there the very next day waiting.
She would say stuff like, "Stop ignoring me. I'll get
another boyfriend if you don't start speaking to me
again."
Until she said it the first time, Jay didn't even know
he was her boyfriend. Though, it would kind of explain
why she hadn't given up on him yet.
As bad as that was, the worst was when he got home. His
mom worked a lot so she wasn't a problem. However, Bob,
his drunk of a dad, didn't work. A lot of the time
though his dad would be out drinking with his buddies
and stuff. But every so often he would be home when Jay
walked in. His dad never beat him or anything like
that. At least not unless he really deserved it.
However, Jay did get a lot of verbal abuse from him.
Jay hated him not just for that but for being such a
drunk and making their mother do all the work. To his
face, Jay called him "dad" but to everyone else Jay
just referred to him as "Bob". This often gave his
friends the illusion that Bob was only his step dad and
not his real dad... which suited Jay just fine.
Now, while Bob never physically abused Jay, it didn't
mean he didn't expect respect from him. So, when his
dad asked him a question he damn well better answer and
answer fast. This had happened the very first week of
this new task. Luckily, Jay had come in via the kitchen
way and his father was in the living room when Bob had
yelled the question at him. Jay immediately spit the
cum into his palms and answered the question. The
question was a simple, "Is that you Jay." But, it still
required more than a moan for an answer. He could have
ignored the question and walked into the living room
instead but that would have risked Bob asking why he
hadn't answered. Then he would have been in a real
pickle.
After replying he stood there for a couple seconds and
when no further questions came he started to bring his
hands to his face to slurp the cum back up. Out of the
corner of his eye, however, he seen his now 11 year old
sister Karen. He hadn't seen her standing off to the
side. It looked like she might have been putting one of
her stupid drawings on the fridge or something again.
He couldn't tell for sure what she had been doing but
he knew what she was doing now. She was looking at him
with this look of disgust on her face.
"Eww," she said as she crinkled up her nose. She had
clearly seen him spit out the cum.
"Um... I... A bug just flew into my mouth I think so I
spit it out just in case," Jay lied. She was only
eleven, he highly doubted she knew what cum looked
like. Assuming she even got a good look at it anyway.
"You could have spit it in the sink you know, stupid,"
Karen replied as she glance to the sink just a foot
away from him.
Then of all things, the stupid brat just stands there
watching him. So, he did the only thing he could do, he
quickly poured the cum into the sink and turned the
facet on to wash his hands. Jay was ticked off. Not
because he almost got caught, but because he needed
that cum. It was the end of the week and he had only
brought one prior load home with him so far. Next week
he would definitely try to bring home the first two
loads and not the last two like he had this week.
"But then, how will he know?" Jay thought to himself.
The more he thought about it, the more he kicked
himself for even worrying about the whole thing. He
also kicked himself for letting Robert get into his
head to the point that he would even follow through
with such a stupid task. Over 8 months of Robert's
training had clearly had its affect on him to so
blindly follow such an order, Jay surmised.
"Well, before we get started I think a punishment is in
order," Robert said on their next visit.
"W... what for," Jay asked with a moan.
"Don't give me that innocent cry baby tone, you know
damn well why," Robert yelled at him. "You only took
one load into your bedroom like I asked. I clearly said
two, did I not?"
Jay was floored. There was no possible way he could
have known that, yet he did. It would be several months
before he found out exactly how Robert knew such
things. However, right now he was worried about his
pending punishment. He of course started crying and
trying to explain what happened. How it wasn't his
fault and how he honestly tried.
"Wasn't your fault?! Wasn't your fault? Fuck kid I gave
you five fucking loads last week and you couldn't even
get just 2 of them home?" Robert yelled at him again.
"Did you intentionally disobey me or do you just like
my cum so much that you ate it before you could get
home? Well, which is it?"
"I... I didn't intentionally disobey sir," Jay sobbed.
"Oh, so you do love the taste of my cum. I fucking knew
it. I bet you even take small sips of it during our
sessions also don't you?"
"N...no," Jay whispered.
"You don't like my cum? Isn't it good enough for you? I
mean, if you loved my cum and had been eating it I
could kind of understand. But if you have been just
spitting it out every day missing your quota then I
think we have a serious problem here Jay. Maybe even a
needle kind of problem."
Jay almost pissed himself when he heard the "N" word.
The needles had only been used on him once and that was
once too many for a lifetime.
"I'm waiting for an answer Jay," Robert growled.
"I like your cum," Jay whispered.
"And?" Robert asked impatiently.
"And... and I've been eating it before I could get all
the way home," Jay lied. He knew Robert would know he
was lying but he had to try. He was going to use the
needles on him if he didn't lie so what did he have to
loose?
Robert just stood there looking at Jay. He felt like
laughing his ass off as he watched the boy shaking like
a leaf. He managed to hold it back though. He had much
better things in mind.
"I don't know Jay," Robert began. "I know you don't
like those needles. How do I know you are not just
lying to me? Surely you can see my dilemma. I want to
believe you Jay, I really do. It would make me feel
good knowing you like my cum that much."
Robert just stood there for a moment as though in deep
thought. In reality he was just trying to give Jay more
time to think.
"No, I don't think I can risk trusting you on this one
Jay," Robert continued. "If I let you get away with one
lie then you will just keep lying to me. Then our whole
friendship would just go to shit. It might be different
if there was some way you could prove how much you love
my cum, but I honestly can't see how you could prove
such a thing."
"Friendship?! You can go fuck yourself for all I care,"
Jay thought it but he didn't dare say it. Hell, he was
scared even thinking it.
Robert then slowly walked over to the cabinet where he
kept the needles. Jay's mind raced in fright as he
watched Robert reaching for the box that held the pins.
"Wait... please, sir," Jay begged. "Y...you know I like
the taste of your cum sir. I taste it every time we
meet."
"That's kind of weak proof," Robert laughed. "Besides,
that would just prove you like the taste of my cum, not
that you like to eat it."
Robert then brought the box back to the couch and
started removing the needles. He then put the needles
in a small cup he had just filled with alcohol and
started stirring them around a little.
"I think this time I will have you sit on my lap,"
Robert said. "That way you can play with my cock while
I reach around you and stick the needles in your chest.
It will be a little awkward but this way if I cum too
early you start rubbing it all over yourself without me
having to stop with the needles. Then, after the
needles are in you can just keep rubbing and rubbing
that cum over the top of them until it's all gone.
Then, after we get you to cum also you can rub that on
top of them even."
Jay was sobbing hysterically. The needles were painful
enough the first time. Keeping them in that long and
rubbing them was going to hurt 10 fold.
"Please sir," Jay begged.
Robert just ignored his plea and pulled the first
needle from the cup. He slowly brought it toward Jay's
chest.
"Wait... wait," Jay said. "I... I can prove it."
Jay couldn't believe what he had just said.
Furthermore, he could not believe what he was about to
say.
"Oh?" Robert said with a grin from behind Jay.
"I-I could s-show you, sir," Jay said in a voice so low
it could hardly be heard.
"Show me what?"
"You know."
"No, I don't know Jay."
"I could s..show you that I like to eat cum."
Jay tried to say it as sincere as he could but couldn't
help but sob as he did so.
"Hmm. So, you plan to stick the whole head of my cock
in your mouth and lick all over it while you jack me
off? Then when I cum you plan to swallow it all? I see
your point. It would be hard to argue against evidence
like that. Especially if you did that every time I
came."
"No! I mean...," Jay was kind of lost for words. He
just planned to stick a drop in his mouth and eat it.
He didn't want to stick the head of Robert's cock into
his mouth. Hell, he wasn't sure it would even fit. He
also definitely didn't want to eat a full load of cum
and especially not more than once. He then looked down
at the needle Robert was still holding.
"I... I mean, yes sir," Jay said in defeat.
Jay's friend from school once told him that he never
ate anything with onions in it. Jay was amazed to
discover that the boy had never even tasted something
with onions in it. Or so he claimed. "They taste great
on most things, you should try them," Jay had told him.
His friend then said something that didn't make any
real sense to him until just now... "If I told you that
monkey brains tasted like onions would you want to eat
monkey brains?"
Jay knew darn well what cum tasted like. Despite how
much it grossed him out he had even become accustomed
to tasting it. However, like the monkey brains, there
was a lot more to eating something than just what it
tasted like.
"How do you want it Jay?" Robert asked.
"W..what?"
"Well, if you are going to start eating all my cum then
this will open up a lot more options for us. I don't
always have to be standing over you anymore and stuff
like that. For example, you could just lean over right
now and put the end of my cock in your mouth and start
licking and jacking me off."
Jay knew that the so called "example" was not an
example. It was an order. So he bent forward. Sitting
in Robert's lap as he was, it was kind of an odd
position once he bent forward. He had no problem
reaching Robert's long cock though. Heck, over the
months he had gotten so flexible that he could probably
almost reach his own cock.
Jay crinkled his nose in disgust as his face approached
Robert's cock. The plum size tip of it was shiny and
wet from pre-cum and there was a stream of the stuff
that ran from the tip down the side of it. Luckily, he
had his back to Robert and the look on his face went
unnoticed.
Robert's cock was a good 3 inches thick. But the head
had to be closer to 3.5 inches. It was absolutely huge.
Hell, the pee hole alone looked big enough to fit Jay's
thumb into. Jay stared at the task that stood erect
below his mouth. Then he slowly lowered his mouth to
it. Jay thought for sure that the head of the cock
would never fit into his mouth. But to his surprise it
did. Despite it's hardness, it was pliable enough that
when he pushed it against his mouth it squished down
just enough to pop through. It didn't seem to squeeze
down any thinner than the thickness of the rest of his
cock so it was still a very tight fit. He was actually
thankful for all the pre-cum since it helped make the
entry a lot easier; though, much more revolting.
When it finally cleared his tight lips the head of the
cock suddenly popped back to it's original size in the
cavern of his mouth. He was caught off guard and
started gagging on it. He tried to yank his head back
but the huge rim of the head was stuck on the other
side of his teeth and lips.
Slap!
"Watch the fucking teeth," Robert growled at him from
behind.
Jay stopped his pulling and remained as still as he
could as his gagging slowly subsided.
"Okay faggot, get to work," Robert said after a minute.
Jay hated it when he called him names like that.
However, he had much bigger things to worry about right
now.
Jay reached down with his right hand and started to
stroke Robert's cock. Jay looked down the length of
Robert's cock as he jacked it off. It was so huge that
Jay could barely reach half way around it. Below he
could also see Robert's huge balls. Robert's balls were
an even match for his cock. Each ball was almost the
size of Jay's fist.
"That's it faggot, show me how much you like that cum.
Don't forget to use your tongue also."
Jay had forgotten about his tongue. When he went to
move it though it wouldn't move. It was pressed hard
against the bottom of his mouth by the head of Robert's
cock.
"Mmmmph," Jay tried to reason.
"Well try harder," Robert laughed.
Using all his strength Jay was finally able to move the
tongue around a little. He gagged again when he tried
to move the tip of his tongue towards the top of the
cock so he quickly move back toward the bottom of the
head. While he was gagging on it, however, his tongue
somehow managed to find it's way to the tip of the cock
and slid part way up the pee hole.
"Wow, you really are a cock hungry fag aren't you?
That's it you bastard, tongue fuck the end of my cock."
"I never realized you liked my cum this much or we
would have been doing this a long time ago."
"Use your other hand to play with my balls and I bet
you can get almost twice the cum out of them."
The slew of comments from Robert didn't make the task
any easier for Jay.
"Okay, I know you are anxious for my cum so how about
we give you a small taste. Don't worry, I'm not going
to cum yet. But, I do have a special treat for you.
First take your hand off my cock for a minute. Now,
when I tell you I want you to take your tongue out of
the tip of my cock and then suck as hard as you can."
Jay didn't know what Robert was planning but it didn't
sound good.
When he let go of the cock he seen Robert reach around
and grab the 3-inch stick himself. He watched in
curiosity as Robert started a sort of milking motion.
He would grab the bottom of the cock near the balls and
slide his fist upward a few inches then repeat it over
and over. He did this for a good minute.
"Okay, move your tongue away," Robert commanded.
When Jay did that he seen Robert milk his cock again.
Only this time he didn't just go a few inches. His hand
went from the balls all the way up to Jay's mouth.
Around the half way mark Jay felt the end of Robert's
cock start to spray pre-cum into the back of his
throat. Jay began to gag on it. It wasn't the taste
that made him gag. In fact, he hadn't tasted any of it.
It had completely bypassed his taste buds and gone down
his throat. What made him gag was the force in which it
sprayed into his throat. That and how much of the damn
stuff had come out. There had to be at least 3
tablespoons of the stuff. That was more than Jay
normally came. Well, more than he came when he didn't
have a dildo up his ass; he came at least 4 to 6
tablespoons then.
"You liked that didn't you?" Robert said. "When I come
it's going to be just like that, only it will come out
a lot faster and there will be tons more of it. I
recommend you keep swallowing when that happens or you
will have the stuff going down the wrong pipe and even
out your nose."
Robert felt he owed the kid at least some advice. If
Jay didn't listen this time then he certainly would
next. And there would be many next times. Robert had
only ever taken 5 boys to this level of training
before; Jay being the fifth. Of the other four only one
had managed to take all of Robert's load without it
coming out their nose. At least on the first try. They
all managed to accomplish it eventually... repeatedly.
As Jay returned to playing with Robert's balls and
jacking his cock, he felt hands on his ass. Robert was
tugging on Jay's ass to get him to raise it up off his
waist. It was very awkward to raise it up and keep the
cock in his mouth at the same time. He did finally
manage to get it a good few inches up though. As he
continued to jack the cock off and swirl his tongue he
felt Robert tug the plug out of his ass.
Jay guessed he was going to fuck him with it. However,
he heard a thud on the floor and realized Robert had
tossed the plug down. Seconds later he felt a finger go
up his ass.
"Mmm," Jay moaned around the cock.
"Mmm... mmm," Jay protested around the cock as he felt
a 2nd finger join the first. Robert's fingers were far
from small. So, it did cause a little bit of pain when
both fingers started pumping up and down his ass chute.
"MMMM!" Jay moaned as he felt a third finger starting
to poke at his boy pussy. He quickly began to try to
lift his head off the cock to protest. However,
Robert's other hand was there already holding his head
down.
"Shhh... shhhh... just relax you can take all three. I
know you can."
"Mmmm," Jay moaned yet again as the third finger popped
inside.
"See, didn't I tell you? Your pussy is coming along
good. It won't be long and I will have a lot more than
just my fingers up there."
Jay knew he wasn't gay. Despite all the names Robert
called him and despite everything he allowed Robert to
do to him, he knew he wasn't gay. Everything that had
happened to him he could easily explain away as against
his will. Everything that is, except for those fingers
up his ass. Robert had pointed the tips of the three
fingers together like a cone. The deeper the fingers
went in the wider Jay's ass would have to stretch. The
only thing is, once Robert had the tips in he stopped
pushing.
At first Jay had been relieved. Jay had gotten a lot of
exercise since that first time in the theater. He knew
he could easily hold himself off those fingers for a
very long time. And for the first minute that's exactly
what he did do. However, as the seconds went by his
mind began to drift away from the thoughts of the cock
in his mouth and more toward those fingers up his ass.
It was hard to explain. It was almost as though he had
an imaginary itch deep inside him that needed to be
scratched. It started out very tiny in his mind, but
the more he thought about it the greater it became.
"Mmmmph."
Jay began to let out periodic moans as he tried to push
himself down on those fingers. His ass was being
stretched way further than it had ever been before.
Every fraction of an inch stretched him yet further.
However, it also brought the tips of those fingers
closer to that itch. The problem though was that the
itch kept going deeper. Every time he thought he was
deep enough the itch would seem to be still a hair
away.
Jay let out a grunt as his ass bottomed out against
Robert's palm. He felt like crying. Not because of what
he had done but because he hadn't reached that itch. It
seemed so very close. Jay did the only thing he could
think of, he took a deep breath through his nose and
then raised an inch up then pounded his ass back down
onto the fingers. A jolt of pleasure shot through him
as the itch finally was reached. However, a second
later it was back and again just out of reach.
It wasn't long before Jay had a nice deep rhythm going.
It wasn't easy though. He had very little leverage in
his awkward position. His legs were very strong at this
point but most of that strength was being used to just
keep his balance. No, he needed just a hair more
leverage to get the rhythm he needed. At first he tried
taking his left hand away from Robert's balls so he
could use that hand to help push him up and down.
Robert threatened to take away the fingers though if he
didn't put the hand back so Jay reluctantly did.
Robert loved to have his balls played with. Jay hated
it of course. He would barely brush his fingers across
them in order to reduce the contact. Robert was always
having to order him to get rougher with them. To pull
on his ball sack and stuff like that. Jay needed his
leverage though so despite how much he hated it, he
began using Robert's ball sack for some of that
leverage. Jay grabbed Robert's large ball sack as best
he could and used it like a handle and began tugging up
and down on it depending on what direction he needed
the fingers in his ass to go. He of course knew better
than to get too rough with them.
Jay also tightened his other hand which was currently
stroking Robert's cock. That helped his leverage a
little but not much. Robert's cock was just too big for
his small hand to get a good grip on. The cock was also
very slimy from the pre-cum that had dripped there
earlier.
For days after this event Jay cried himself to sleep
each night. Partly because of that itch that never went
away. Partly because of how he had lost control and
bounced up and down on those fingers. However, the
biggest reason was because of what he did next that
night. Jay had already built up a good rhythm on the
fingers but he wanted even more speed. He of course
knew that as soon as he got more speed he would want
yet more... but that didn't matter, if it was humanly
possible to speed up even a little then he needed to do
just that. And, there was yet one way he could increase
that speed. He could use his mouth.
Jay fought the itch as long as he could. He tried, he
really did. Every night when he was crying he would
repeat that to himself over and over. But in the end he
lost the battle and started using Robert's cock for
leverage. He would push his mouth down on the cock
every time he wanted to lift up on the fingers in his
ass. Gravity and his left hand tugging at Robert's
balls did a good job of bringing Jay back down.
However, even that was not enough. So, on the down
strokes Jay would tighten his mouth even more on the
head of the cock and pull upward with his neck muscles.
This of course got harsh warnings from Robert since
Jay's teeth were once again making too much contact.
However, Robert was nice enough to give him an
alternative method.
"Suck it," Robert had told him. "The suction will keep
it in your mouth."
Sure enough, it worked and his rhythm increased just a
hair more.
Jay began moaning each time the fingers slid in and out
of him. Only these moans were no longer pain, they were
pleasure. As the pleasure built up his ass Jay began to
actually suckle harder and harder on the head of the
cock in his mouth.
"I knew a few fingers would get you going," Robert
said. "You don't think I had you massage that clit of
yours for weeks on end for nothing do you? Yeah, you
can't enough you little faggot."
"That's it, fuck my finger's Jay. Show me how much you
love them up your ass."
"Your a natural cock sucker. Just think, any minute now
you will be sucking down a huge load of my cum."
The nasty comments just wouldn't stop. As bad as they
burned his soul, the pleasure from those fingers were
way more important to Jay. So, he kept humping up and
down on them as fast as he could. The extra leverage
from the cock was not without it's price though. Every
time he pushed down on it it would push hard into the
back of his mouth. His gag reflex eventually got used
to it but then something worse began to happen. As his
throat muscles began to adjust, the head of the cock
started trying to squeeze it's way further in. It was
barely noticeable at first but before long Jay could
feel a good 2 to 3 inches sliding up and down the
entrance of his throat. Two or three inches really
wasn't very much but the thickness of Robert's cock
made it seem more like 10 feet going in and out.
Creating the vacuum needed on the down strokes was just
as bad. Whenever he push his ass down on the fingers
the head of the cock would slide back out of his
throat. That was the good news. The bad news was that
he had to suck hard to keep it from escaping his mouth.
This slowed his oxygen intake a little and made him a
hair light headed. But the worst part was what he was
sucking on. Not only did he have to deal with the fact
that he was sucking on a cock, but he also had to deal
with the fact that every suck brought a fresh spoonful
of pre-cum into and down his throat. He felt like a
baby feeding from a mother's tit.
While Jay was currently in his own private hell, Robert
was in heaven. Jay was doing much better than Robert
could have possibly hoped. All that training was
definitely paying off. Robert had used this position
before with his slaves. However, never when having them
give him their first blowjob. The first blowjob always
took place in the shower. He would sit the boys in the
wall seat and then introduce them to the "machine". The
machine was nothing more than a wooden box with a dildo
harness out the top of it on a small metal rod. He
would strap a nice size dildo or possibly even a butt
plug on it and then place it under them and start it
up. The electrical motor would then drive the dildo up
and down and put the boys in their own little dream
world.
The device looked simple but had cost him over a
thousand dollars. Robert was not rich so that was a
major investment; an investment that paid off though.
It had a control attached to it from a long cable. The
better the boys did the faster he would set the
controls. If they did especially good he would turn
another knob that would make the dildo go even deeper.
As weeks went by and the boys got further into their
cock training Robert would then introduce them to the
vibrate function. This put the boys in absolute
ecstasy. But to earn the vibrate function the boys had
to really make Robert believe they were enjoying their
task. He knew they never really enjoyed the blowjob
portion of the visits but they sure could be convincing
sometimes.
Robert liked this new twist of having Jay frantically
fucking himself on the fingers. However, he knew he was
going to miss the best part. The best part for Robert
was when he shot his load down the boy's throat for the
first time. Robert's load was huge by anyone's
standards. It was freakishly huge.
Robert could shoot about a quarter of a cup or more. In
sperm standards that was an absolute ton. By this point
in their training all of the boys were well aware of
this fact. So, there would always be this look of fear
in their eyes when they knew Robert was about to cum.
When Robert did finally cum the boy could literally
feel the cum shoot up through the dick under their
palms. It was at this exact moment that the boy's
expression became more of hopelessness. Of course, it
always shot back to fear as the cum reached the tip of
his dick and started shooting right down their throat.
There would also be some pain mixed in if the boy
didn't perform properly and it went down the wrong
tubes and out his nose. But in the end, there would
always be this look of defeat in their eyes as he made
them squeeze and suck the remaining dregs of cum from
his cock.
With Jay's back turned to him, however, he missed all
of this as he finally shot his load down his throat.
Even though he couldn't actually see Jay's face, he
knew the expressions were the same. Robert did notice
one thing he could not have noticed with the other boys
who had sat in the seat. When Robert had started to cum
Jay had stopped fucking himself on the fingers. Jay had
let out one last moan of defeat and accepted the cum
into his throat. Robert could see Jay's throat muscles
flexing as they frantically tried to force all the cum
into his stomach. There was no major gagging so Robert
could tell that Jay had done a good job and it all went
down properly and not out his nose.
Robert's cock pulsed for a good 30 to 40 seconds before
it stopped shooting. When it stopped, Jay just remained
frozen with the cock in his mouth and the fingers half
buried up his ass. Robert was curious what the boy
would decide to do next so he just waited. Then, Robert
seen something happen that convinced him that this new
position was indeed the best one for a slave's first
blowjob. He could hear Jay sobbing, but he also noticed
that the boy was beginning to ride his fingers again.
With the other boys it had been different. The machine
had never stopped so they had no choice but to accept
the anal penetration. However, Jay had a choice and he
had chosen to continue his ride on Robert's fingers.
The sight of watching Jay voluntarily riding his
fingers just seconds after taking a load of cum was a
huge turn on. It wasn't long and Jay was going at full
steam again. Robert didn't even have to tell him to
suck the rest of the cum out of his dick. Jay was
already sucking and tugging at his cock again. It
wasn't long and Robert fed Jay yet a second load.
After shooting the second load down Jay's throat he
made the boy stop. His dick could only handle so much.
Jay was massaging the sides of his sore jaw as he got
off Robert's lap. It was then that Robert seen
something that made him almost want to fuck another
load down the boy's throat. Laying there in his lap
where Jay had been sitting was a huge pool of Jay's
sperm. There was way too much of it to have just been
milked out. It was clear that the boy had received his
first prostate orgasm. On top of that, he had done it
while sucking his first cock.
Jay turned a beet red and bowed his head down in shame
as Robert pointed this out to him.
"Don't worry, this is a good thing," Robert consoled
him. "I'm proud of you Jay. In fact, I think you
deserve a little extra treat."
Jay slowly glanced up at him and seen that Robert was
still looking down at the pool of sperm just below his
belly button. He watched as Robert reached down with
his left hand and held the huge cock and balls off to
the side. Jay knew what he wanted him to do. Jay wanted
to run and hide but he didn't. It was as though he was
in a dream moving in slow motion. As though he had no
control over his body. One moment he was standing there
looking at the pool of sperm and the next he felt
himself moving forward then kneeling down. Then came
the taste as he began to lick up and swallow the slimy
mess. Robert just leaned back and soothingly stroked
the back of the Jay's head until he was done.
10.
It was now April and Jay was coming along nicely in his
training. Jay was by far Robert's best slave to date.
Over time his other slaves had become accustomed to the
things Robert did to them; kind of like brushing your
teeth. It's not something you look forward too or enjoy
doing. You just do it without giving it a second
thought because you know it has to be done.
While Jay had accepted most of his situation and would
do what was required of him, Robert could always see
that glint of reluctance and disgust in Jay's eyes when
he had to perform. Sure, Jay was getting really good at
his duties but Robert knew the boy would never truly
come to accept them. But then, that's exactly why
Robert liked the boy the most.
In fact, Robert was seriously considering keeping Jay.
His prior slaves he had used for a few years then
gradually tapered back their duties. By the time the
slaves had turned 18 most weren't even meeting with
Robert any more. Sure, they still got commands from
Robert via the phone, email, etc. But, they never met
with him again and the commands were not that often or
that extreme. Just enough to keep them all in line and
remember who was boss.
Robert knew that over time a lot of his training would
eventually wear off his slaves. But by then it would be
too late to take any kind of legal action against him.
Most would be in their late twenties or even thirties
by then. Even if they could prove that it was Robert
who had been giving them all these orders over the
years, it would look like it was a consensual
arrangement to any outsider. Who would believe that a
guy could control another guy for years on end without
any actual physical contact with them? Besides, they
would have to find and catch Robert first. A lot had
tried but none had ever succeeded.
Robert wasn't even worried about the slaves tracking
him down some day and killing him. Heck, by now Jay
even probably had a good idea of where he lived. Robert
knew that the slave training had removed all of their
aggressiveness. They may hate what was done to them and
hate Robert for doing it but they would always be his
slave and they knew it. They all knew that Robert could
hand them a gun and then tell them to suck his cock and
they would drop the gun and do it without question.
Their training would prevent them from doing anything
but.
Of course, Robert knew that he would start craving
younger boys once Jay started getting too old. But who
ever said he couldn't take on additional slaves? Robert
smiled to himself as he thought about the
possibilities. And it wasn't like Robert had always had
a taste for just young boys. There had been a time way
back when he liked grown men and women just as much. He
just hated the males that actually liked what he did to
them. Nothing turned Robert's stomach more than some
faggot trying to get a ride on his cock. So, there was
the possibility that he would always get excited over
Jay despite his age.
But, there was still a lot of training ahead for Jay
before Robert made a final decision on the matter. And
in order to push that training into full gear he needed
more time with the boy. Jay's mom was almost always at
work and his dad was almost always drunk. Despite that,
it was still very hard to get time together. Getting
more was going to be hard.
Most of his other slaves had had single parents. As
long as the boys got good grades and stayed away from
drugs, their moms or dads always trusted them to stay
out of trouble while they were away at work most of the
day. Robert made sure his boys met these various
requirements. Well, his whip actually ensured that.
Like Jay, one of his slaves did have two parents and
other family members living with them. Around this
point in his training he had made the boy run away from
home. He had him jump on a bus and travel two states
away. Robert then picked him up and drove him all the
way back to Kansas and to his house. Of course, from
that day on the slave could never leave the house; not
that Robert had problems finding things to keep him
busy. Once he turned 18 he gave the boy a few bucks and
let him get his own place. Then, he gradually tapered
back on the boy's activities just like all the rest.
However, unlike all the others, this boy didn't have a
full education and ended up with lots of financial
problems. Robert felt somewhat responsible and
therefore supported the boy for over two years until
the slave finished his GED. The boy wasn't living like
a king but he was doing way better now.
Robert wasn't going to make the same mistake with Jay;
especially if he wanted to keep the boy long term.
Robert couldn't afford to support Jay for years on end.
It was something Robert had been worrying about for
months now. He wanted to push Jay's training into full
gear but needed to be able to do it without the parents
catching on. He also needed a safety net just in case
they did anyway.
The plan Robert had been debating was very risky.
However, if it worked it not only would give him more
time with the boy but it would immediately take Jay's
training to a level far beyond all his other slaves. In
addition to risk, it was kind of sick even by Robert's
standards. Though, he had much sicker things in mind
for this slave if everything worked out right; things
that would drive most boys insane. But he had high
hopes that Jay could survive them. If not, well, he
would know better for when he got his next slave. It's
all live and learn. If you fall you just have to get
back on that horse and try again and again. All that
was important was that you keep trying to push your
goals higher and higher each time.
Robert wanted to plan it out more but there just wasn't
any more time. If the parents didn't get suspicious
then the family doctor sure as hell would if he got a
glance at the boy's asshole. It was still in pretty
good shape but any doctor worth his paycheck would have
noticed it was getting a little more use than it should
have been getting. Odds of a family doctor checking out
a boy's asshole was pretty slim but you never know.
"Face the back of the van and try to fit this up your
ass," Robert told Jay after he got in.
The dildo Robert tossed back to him was no surprise to
Jay. It was the 2.5 inch one. If Jay wasn't riding the
smaller ones then Robert almost always had him pressing
that big fucker against his hole. It never came close
to fitting of course but Robert always insisted he
struggle with it anyway. The thing was so huge that it
had literally knocked Jay down a couple times in the
past when Robert had tossed it to him.
While in the van Robert almost always had the boys
kneel on the mattress on the floor and then lean their
upper body onto the couch in the back. The nice thing
about this position for Jay was that it allowed him to
rest most of his muscles. Not that he really tried that
hard to get it into his ass. In Jay's eyes it was just
a waste of energy, it wasn't ever going to fit no
matter how hard he tried. He knew Robert would be
glancing back at him from time to time so he did have
to at least make it look good. He could only get the
head half way into his ass but as long as he kept going
from the tip to that half way mark then Robert seemed
to be satisfied.
This position, however, had a major negative side to it
also. Well, negative for Jay... Robert seemed to get a
kick out of it. Every time the van hit a bump there
would be a sudden and very large increase in the
pressure of the dildo against Jay's hole. Jay swore
that Robert was going out of his way to hit every
pothole and every speed bump in the city.
The speed bumps were the worst. When the van's back
wheels hit these then Jay, the mattress and the dildo
would often fly a good 2 to 3 inches into the air then
come crashing back down. It often happened with little
warning and Jay often had his entire weight coming down
on that dildo poking at his ass. God that would hurt.
As a punishment once, Robert drove down to the lake and
drove around on all the non-paved inlets hitting holes,
exposed tree roots, rocks, etc. Jay wasn't able to sit
comfortably for days after that.
Today, thankfully, was not a punishment day. Today
they, well Robert actually, had planned to visit a
theater. Which theater and what movie they planned to
watch Jay didn't know. Nor did he care. Robert always
made sure Jay kept too distracted to actually focus on
the screen anyway.
This was one of their late night visits. Most of Jay's
visits took place right after school but on some
weekends they would manage a late night visit like
tonight. Jay had a buddy named Billy that his parents
always thought he was visiting. They were not real
buddies though. Jay would just pay the kid 20 bucks
every so often to stop by the house to meet him. Billy
would say a quick hello to any of Jay's family that
happened to be there, then they would ride off to the
mall where Jay would pay him and then part ways.
Billy actually thought Jay was pretty cool at first the
way he was playing his parents like that. However,
after he got to know him a little better he realized
Jay was just some weakling of a kid. After that the
price for his services had quickly gone from 10 bucks
to 20. It upset Jay, but not overly so. Most of the
money was Robert's anyway. Robert gave him a little
money from time to time for things such as this. It
never was much, but then Jay didn't really need much
money. He spent all his free time with Robert or crying
in his room.
As they drove along Robert was giving him instructions
on what they were going to do tonight. Robert's
instructions were always weird but tonight they were
extra strange. The oddest part was that they were going
to sneak Jay into the theater. Robert had a disguise
for him even. Not that wearing a disguise was that much
out of the ordinary for their trips. Only, this one was
a hat and a trench coat. After they stopped and he was
told to put it on he almost laughed at himself. He
looked like some kind of spy or something. This wasn't
a disguise, he would stick out like a sore thumb. Jay
didn't like this at all. Not only where they risking
getting caught by sneaking in but he was wearing
something that would draw extra attention to him. But,
what Robert says goes. He wasn't going to worry his
head over something as simple as possibly getting
yelled at by some movie usher.
The plan was simple, he was to wait in the van for
exactly 5 minutes then get out and go in the side door.
Robert would be waiting at the door for him. Jay didn't
have a watch, but then he didn't need one for this
task. Often during their visits Robert would "clean"
Jay out. Jay hated these so called "cleanings". Robert
would give him an enema and make him hold it for
exactly 5 minutes every time.
The enema's Robert gave him were way worse than the
ones Jay gave to himself. They had started small at
first but as the weeks went by they got larger and
larger. The bag Robert used on him had a half-gallon
capacity and Jay had noticed that recently it was being
filled almost all the way. These enema's of course hurt
a lot. But they didn't hurt half as bad as the
punishment enemas. Those were often too hot or two cold
and would give him cramps. Regardless of what type it
was he always had to hold it for the same amount of
time. He would sit there on the toilet with his head
bowed and tears dripping down onto his bloated tummy.
When time was up he would then get permission to
release it all. Yes, Jay knew how long 5 minutes was.
When the 5 minutes was up Jay peaked out the front and
side windows to make sure no one was around then got
out of the van. The van was only a few feet from the
door so Jay was at it in no time. When he got to the
door though it was not open. There was a sign on the
door that said, "exit only" and there wasn't a doorknob
or anything on it. Robert hadn't said anything about
knocking on the door. Of course he didn't say anything
about not knocking either. Jay decided it best not too.
He didn't think he would get punished for just waiting
there since he wasn't told otherwise. However, if he
knocked and wasn't supposed to then he was sure to be
punished.
Jay shivered in the cold for a good minute before the
door finally popped open.
"Hurry," Robert whispered from inside.
Jay rushed inside. They were at the end of some kind of
short hallway. There was a bathroom door a few feet
away and he could hear the movie coming from the other
end of the hallway.
"Okay, just follow behind me," Robert said.
Jay followed Robert as instructed. The hallway got
darker and darker as they neared the end of it. It got
to the point where Jay could not see but a few inches
in front of him. He put his hand out a little to make
sure he didn't accidentally run into Robert. As they
got to the end of the hall it was apparent that they
were at the back of the theater. Jay's eyes popped open
when he caught sight of the screen. It was a porn
movie! Jay could make out the shapes of other men not
far away but there weren't but a few.
They sat in the back as far away from the isle as they
could get. Jay's left side was up against the wall and
Robert was sitting just to his right.
"We will have a few customers soon," Robert said. "When
they come just keep quiet and let me do all the
talking."
Jay wanted to ask what Robert meant by customers but
knew better. He was right in not asking. This was a
part of Robert's life that he did not like to talk
about. Robert worked jobs from time to time, but it was
in this porn theater that he made most of his money.
Robert was well equipped and something like that does
not go unnoticed for long in a place like this. Robert
charged 10 bucks just for someone to stare at his cock
while they beat off. Another dollar a minute and you
could play with it. Robert never let any of his
customers suck him though. It turned him on to have a
male or female suck him against their will, but these
guys were actually gay and bisexual. The thought of
some faggot sucking his cock turned his stomach. Hell,
it took all his willpower just to stay hard when they
played with his dick.
At first, Robert only did this for some loose change.
However, it had quickly turned into a steady income
when the manager of the place caught him one day.
Luckily for him the manager didn't call the cops.
Instead, the manager decided to become his pimp. Robert
laughed every time he thought about this idiot thinking
he could actually pimp him out. The guy was good at
finding Robert additional customers but sucked at
everything else. The guy was such a wimp. Had he wanted
too Robert knew he could have turned the guy into one
of his slaves. But no amount of money would be worth
having to train some old geezer. Instead, Robert just
tossed the guy a few 20s here and there. Nothing even
close to what the guy wanted but Robert would just tell
him to take it or leave it and the old fuck would back
down every time.
As pathetic as the guy was, he did have his uses. He
got him more customers, but more importantly he kept
Robert from getting in trouble. There was a small red
light that the guy would turn on every time some
unknown person bought a ticket up front. None of them
ever turned out to be cops but it's better to be safe
than sorry. Robert would just watch them as they came
in and sat down. It wouldn't be long and Robert would
see them jacking off or trying to suck or be sucked by
one of the regulars in the place. Then it would be back
to business.
Despite this, it was still very risky bringing Jay in
there. Even the sleazy manager would have a fit if he
knew a minor was in his joint. While it was risky, it
was essential to his plan. Not to mention how much
extra cash it would bring in. Most of Robert's
customers preferred sucking or playing with cocks.
However, there were a few that preferred to have their
cocks sucked and would pay extra for it. Of course
Robert always turned them down the same as when they
would ask to fuck his ass. It took all his will power
not to punch them in the face whenever a new customer
would ask for such things. It was bad for business of
course so he never did. But all the regular customers
knew what and what not to ask for. Surprisingly, not
all his customers were old weaklings like the manager.
Some even looked as rough and acted more masculine than
Robert. While these guys all had decent equipment, they
were nowhere near the size of Robert which is what made
him the "star" and them the customer.
"This him? He looks awfully young," a voice said from
the right of Robert. While his eyes had adjusted some,
it was still dark enough that Jay hadn't even noticed
the guy approach.
"He's 18, don't worry. Just remember the rules," Robert
told him. Robert had obviously scheduled the day's
activities. It was a lot of hassle to schedule it all;
definitely not worth the little extra money. But then,
he wasn't risking this just for money.
"You fuck this up and I'm increasing your dosage,"
Robert whispered into Jay's ear. Robert was talking
about Jay's protein intake. Eating cum was one of the
worst things you could make a hetro slave do. Robert of
course ensured that Jay got at least one load per
visit. Robert always referred to it as Jay's
"medicine". One load from Robert was still about a
quarter of a cup but Jay knew that Robert often could
cum 3 to 5 times per visit. Most of that went up Jay's
ass or on his face though. But he knew darn well that
Robert would enjoy nothing more than to increase his
dosage to a half a cup or more. The very thought made
Jay queasy.
At that, Robert stood up and let the other guy take his
seat next to Jay. Robert then sat down on the other
side of the guy. The guy immediately unzipped his own
pants and pulled out his cock.
"Get to work boy," the stranger instructed.
Jay just sat there staring down at the guy's cock. He
could barely make out the size of the guy in the dark.
He looked to be about 7 or 8 inches long and maybe 1.25
inches thick; nothing extreme, but still a pretty good
size. It was clear the guy wanted Jay to do something
to his cock, but what, Jay wasn't sure. He got the hint
though when the guy's hand went behind Jay's head and
started pulling it toward the cock. Jay resisted for a
second but then moaned in defeat as he realized he had
no choice in the matter.
It was a tight fit but Jay managed to get most of the
cock down his throat. He had gotten tons of practice on
his "toys" but taking the real thing down his throat
was much different. While it felt a ton more shameful,
it actually turned out to be physically easier to do
than the dildos had been. The cock was a lot more
pliable than the dildos and slid down with less effort.
The guy, or maybe it was Robert, took Jay's hat as it
started to fall off. Jay wasn't worried about being
noticed though. Not only was it too dark in the place
but the guy covered half of Jay's head with his hands.
One hand held onto him by the neck and back of the head
and the other was at the top of his head. At first they
just laid there on his head. But within a minute the
guy started using his hands to increase Jay's tempo.
"God you have a nice throat," the guy moaned as he
fucked Jay's face even faster.
It wasn't long and Jay was getting dizzy from the speed
and force that his head was going up and down on that
cock.
"Can I cum in his mouth?" the guy asked Robert.
"Hell yeah. He can't get enough of the shit," Robert
chuckled.
"That right boy? You want my cum?" the guy moaned from
above.
"Mmmph," was all Jay could give in response. It was
more a moan of despair but the guy took it as a "yes".
"Well, here it comes," the guy said as he pushed Jay's
head down one last time and held it to his groin.
The guy had a decent size load but compared to Robert
it was hardly noticeable to Jay. The cock pulsed 4 or 5
times before it stopped. The guy then sighed and
removed his hands from Jay's head.
"Where you think you are going?" the guy said when Jay
began to raise his head from his lap. "There's still a
little more that will ooze out. Get back down there and
suck it all out. Jay let out another moan but lowered
his head again and did what he was told. The guy had
him suck and lick him for a good 2 minutes more before
he finally let him up.
After the guy finally got up and left, Jay noticed that
Robert had taken his own cock out at some point. He
felt like crying when he seen this. Not only was he
being made to suck other guys off but Robert was going
to take his turn also. To Jay's surprise though, Robert
never did take his turn at the theater that night. Of
course, Jay didn't know that the 4 men he ended up
sucking that night were mainly there just to watch
Robert.
For 3 weeks Robert took Jay to the theater. By this
time most had of course caught on that Jay was well
under age. And the word was quickly circulating. This
circulation of information was critical to his plan,
but it was also the most risky part of it. But great
rewards often require great risk.
Once word got out, a couple customers didn't want to
have anything to do with Jay. However, others started
to actually pay more knowing they were fucking a young
boy's throat.
While the money was good, there was only one customer
Robert cared about. The guy had come to him about 3
months prior and asked for a blowjob. He was what
Robert liked to call one of the "straight" types. You
hardly ever see them in the theater when it's gay porn
night. Most clearly don't see themselves as gay. They
just want to be sucked and if a girl isn't available
then they will accept a guy instead. This guy had been
a real ass though. Most of the fags in the porn theater
loved to suck cock so this guy was clearly used to
getting what he wanted. So this guy was rather rude
when Robert refused and even ruder when he found out
that Robert charged money for guys to just play with
his cock. So, Robert of course was rude back. The guy
then steamed out of the joint. Robert had been so mad
that he followed the guy out and was going to beat the
shit out of him in the back alley. It was then that he
got a good look at the guy and realized who he actually
was.
While Robert had not thought too much of the meeting it
did plant a seed in his mind that later grew to be the
solution to his current needs. He wanted... no, needed,
to get this customer back. He knew the guy would not
come back for him, but hoped he had a taste for young
meat... even if it was young boy meat.
It was on that 3rd week that Robert seen the small red
light finally come on in the theater. This meant that
it was either a suspicious person or it was the guy the
manager was supposed to be keeping his eye open for. It
turned out that it was the guy. And sure enough, he was
headed to the back of the theater where Robert and Jay
were currently sitting. Robert told Jay to put his hat
on and to just wait until he could bring another
customer. Robert then got up and met the guy at the end
of the isle. Turns out that the rumors about the boy
had gotten around and the guy was here to sample him.
They haggled a little over price and settled on 5
bucks. Robert had recently been getting 50 bucks for
the boys mouth, so 5 was laughable. But the guy was
barely willing to dish that out. Not that money really
matter to Robert in this customer's case.
"What's with the getup," the guy whispered back at
Robert as they approached.
"Oh, he lives around here and doesn't want anyone to
recognize him," Robert said. "Don't worry, once you get
his face buried in your lap you can take the hat off
and you will be able to tell from the back even that
he's very young."
"Whatever," the guy said. "He just better suck good or
I'm going to want my money back."
God Robert wanted so badly to deck the asshole. What he
had planned was going to be way better though.
Jay paid little attention to the voices. Customers
almost always haggled and stuff before Robert would let
them approach. Then it was always zip, a hand on the
back of his head and then the smell and taste of cock
as the customer throat fucked him. As these voices
approached, however, Jay's heart skipped a beat.
"Oh my god, I know that voice," Jay thought in panic.
"It's DAD! Oh shit, he caught me!"
As he made out the actual words of the conversation,
though, Jay quickly realized that his dad didn't
actually know it was him yet. In fact, it was clear
that his dad was indeed a customer.
"This is Bob," Robert said to Jay as his dad sat next
to him. "Bob wants the usual and has paid well for it
so do an extra good job."
"I'll be a few seats down if you need anything," this
Robert directed more to Bob than Jay.
Jay kept his head bowed to help hide his identity. He
had to think of a way out of this situation. He
couldn't suck his own dad off, yet if he tried to flee
Robert would stop him and then his dad would discover
who he was. His dad was an asshole and a drunk, but he
would still have to face him every day after that
knowing that he knew that Jay had been sucking cocks in
a porn theater. Not to mention what kind of punishment
he was going to get.
He was still stunned and in deep thought when Bob's
hand started pushing Jay's head toward his now exposed
cock. Jay's mouth was only an inch away from it when he
realized exactly what was happening. He couldn't
believe that his own dad hadn't recognized him and was
now trying to fuck his mouth. Jay immediately tensed
up. Jay had sucked a lot of cock in the last few weeks
but this was his dad for Christ sake.
"What the fuck?" Bob growled.
"He just wants you to be a little more forceful with
him is all," Robert whispered back to him.
"I don't have time for games kid, just suck my fucking
cock," Bob said as he pushed harder on Jay's head.
Jay's hat fell to the floor but Bob could care less. He
glanced down only briefly to get a feel for how young
the boy was, but most of his interest was on the blonde
bimbo on the screen getting it up the ass.
The head of Bob's cock pressed hard against Jay's lips
and teeth. Jay started to quietly cry as he finally
gave in and let his dad's cock sink into his mouth.
"It's just another cock... it's just another cock," Jay
kept repeating it in his head as his lips slid down his
dad's shaft.
Jay tried to think of other things but kept getting
thrown back to the present. His dad's cock was much
larger than he would have guessed. It was very close to
2 inches thick and 8 inches long. This was the largest
cock ever to go down Jay's throat yet. Robert of course
made Jay try to suck the 2 inch dildo all the time.
However, Jay had never managed to get the dildo but a
few inches into his throat. Bob's cock was different
though. While it was thick it was also a bit more
flexible. It still hurt his throat but Jay was able to
eventually force it down without gagging much.
"That's it, throat my meat," he heard his dad say from
above.
As much as the words hurt, the worst was whenever Jay
would bottom out on the cock. His dad would moan and
his dick would almost always stiffen for a moment. It
was then that Jay often gagged. It was as though the 2
inch didlo had just suddenly appeared deep in his
throat. After a few seconds of this it would soften
back up a little and his dad would slowly pull Jay's
head back up.
Bob liked a nice slow blowjob. Even in this theater of
fags it was hard to find someone that could swallow all
his meat. And even then he always had to go slow to
keep from scraping his dick too much on their teeth.
This boy, however, was actually doing a decent job of
avoiding the teeth. So, as he got more excited, Bob
decided to speed things up for a change. It wasn't long
before he was really giving it to the boy. Bob was
definitely going to have to try this boy on a regular
basis. Not only was he avoiding the teeth but the boy
also had a very tight throat. Bob's fingers could feel
the boy's throat bulge out every time he fucked his
cock into it.
"Oh fuck," Bob moaned.
Jay had a steady stream of tears going and it only got
worse when he realized his dad was about to cum down
his throat. Then, it happened. His dad pressed Jay's
head all the way down and held him there while he
unloaded. The load was only about half that of Roberts,
but that was still a lot. Jay didn't want to swallow
his own dad's cum but he didn't have much choice in the
matter. The head of his dad's cock was about 6 inches
down his throat and was depositing the cum right into
his stomach.
The boy's head came off his cock the second he let go
of his head. He opened his eyes to look at the boy but
Robert was already there blocking his view and trying
to usher Bob out of the seat.
"Give me a fucking second," Bob said as he was pulled
up. "At least let me put my damn cock away."
"You got your nut," Robert growled. "You can zip it on
the way out the door."
Bob just grumbled to himself as he scooted down the
isle then made his way out the back door. Bob was a
good size man but he knew Robert was clearly stronger
than him. It wasn't worth the risk to start a fight.
Besides, he got what he was after already so why
bother.
When Robert turned back to Jay the boy had his hands
over his eyes crying and was spitting on the floor.
Robert wanted to have pity on the boy, he really did.
But he knew he couldn't. He knew he had to make Jay
face this new reality.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Robert
sternly whispered to him. "Did I say you could spit
that cum out?"
Robert knew that most if not all the cum had already
gone down the boys throat. All the boy was trying to do
is get the taste of his dad's cock out of his mouth.
"B...but..." Jay tried to answer in-between sobs.
"But what?" Robert replied. "You saying you don't like
the taste of your dad's dick?"
Jay's head shot up and he stared at Robert in shock.
"Y...you knew?" Jay managed to speak. "But why?"
"It doesn't fucking matter why. If I tell you to suck a
cock you suck it... period. You don't ask questions,
you just do it. Do we have an understanding?"
"Y...yes sir," Jay finally mumbled.
"Good. Now, we have to decide a punishment for that
little spitting incident don't we?"
"Yes sir," Jay whispered as he bowed his head again.
"Okay, we can increase your dosage or we can take a
ride down by the lake again. You ate most of your dad's
cum so I guess I owe you at least an option. So which
will it be?"
The choice was easy. As painful as the bumps were by
the lake it was still a better choice than a permanent
increase in his cum dosage. He knew that one day that
dosage would be increased anyway. But the longer he
could put that off the better. As they slowly walked
out toward the van, Jay was already imagining how much
pain his ass was going to be in during the drive. And
how sore it was going to be for the next few days.
Before they drove off Robert turned and spoke to Jay.
"We have known each other for awhile now Jay," Robert
said. "I think maybe from now on you can call me Bob
whenever you are begging and thanking me for letting
you eat my cum."
This got Jay's tears flowing again. He just buried his
face in the couch cushions and cried as he kneeled with
the huge dildo poking at his ass. Once they reached the
lake, those tears of course would go from shame to that
of pain.
11.
Jay was never taken back to the porn theater again
after that day. Robert, however, continued to go there.
He went partly to make some cash, but also because he
wanted to run into Jay's dad again. He of course could
have approached Bob elsewhere since he knew where the
guy lived. However, Robert felt the theater was the
safest. If it got ugly he knew no one at the theater
would call the cops. Well, not unless it got extremely
ugly.
Robert didn't have to wait long. Bob had come back to
the theater within the week. Bob didn't believe Robert
when he told him that the boy had been his son Jay.
Robert then handed him some photos he had printed out
from his home computer. While Bob had been busy throat
fucking his own son, Robert had been busy taking a few
photos with a low light digital camera. They were all
greenish in color but you could clearly make out both
of their faces in most of the images.
"You turned my son into a fucking homo!"
This was Bob's first reaction. Then he promptly took a
swing at Robert. Robert reflected it easily and in no
time had Bob's face pinned up against the back wall
with his arm twisted behind his back. Then, in the most
menacing voice he could muster, Robert told Bob how
things were going to be from now on.
Basically, Bob was to let the boy stay out longer each
day. And if Jay's mom started to ask questions then
Bob's job was to cover for the boy and throw her off
track. There were other things of course like changing
their family doctor to someone Robert could trust. The
new doctor had been one of Jay's customers during those
first few weeks. Robert had pictures of him also but
didn't have to use them. The doctor was more than happy
to volunteer his services and keep the boy's secret.
Provided of course he got to occasionally use Jay's
services also.
Bob really was an asshole though. He seemed way more
worried about his own ass than that of his son. Bob
wouldn't settle down until Robert promised him that he
wouldn't ever turn the pictures over to the cops.
Provided of course that he did what he was told. Fuck,
Bob even asked for a cut of the money Jay had made in
the theater. What an ass.
In fact, after a few minutes it seemed the only thing
Bob wasn't happy about was the homework assignment
Robert had given him. Robert said that Bob was to help
him with the boy's training. He wanted Bob to start
using Jay's mouth daily.
"I'm no fag," Bob had complained.
Robert almost laughed in the guy's face. He just asked
the guy to fuck his son's face every day and the guy's
only concern was that it would make him look like a
fag. That's some real fatherly love there. No wonder
Jay had turned out to be such an easy target.
Robert never asked for any proof. He fully expected the
guy to go home and strike some kind of deal with his
son. A deal where Jay would lie to Robert and in
exchange he wouldn't fuck the boy's mouth every day.
Turns out that's not what happened. That very day Bob
had gone home and walked into his boy's room and pulled
out his cock.
"Get to work," Bob had told Jay.
Jay had just sat there staring at his father. His
father then stuck his dick in the boy's mouth and
started fucking it. After he shot his load down Jay's
throat he just zipped up and went out to the living
room to watch tv and drink beer. Jay wanted to go to
the bathroom to wash out his mouth but he was too
embarrassed to face his father. So, instead he stayed
in his room crying with the taste of his father's cock
in his mouth.
Robert was actually disappointed in how easy Bob had
given in. He had hoped that the father and son would
have tried to lie to him about their home activities.
It would have given him a good reason to punish Jay. As
for Bob, he probably would have made the guy finger his
son's ass or something each day as a punishment. Once
Bob got used to using his son, Robert knew the drunken
fuck would start doing more to the boy anyway. But
making him do it now would have humiliated Bob to at
least some degree.
During their next visit Robert had Jay give the details
of what happened at home. Every detail... even what his
dad's cum tasted like. Robert was never happy unless he
could get a good cry out of the boy. And making Jay
relive the experience worked.
Of course, Robert didn't need Jay to tell him what
happened. He already knew. Robert had a hidden camera
in Jay's bedroom. It had been there since before he
even first approached the boy. The camera wasn't all
that expensive but it was hidden well and got the job
done. He could easily see most of the room, yet still
make out faces and what was going on. How he got the
camera into Jay's room, well, that's a story for
another time.
Robert really got Jay's tears flowing when he explained
that Bob would be using Jay's mouth on a daily basis.
In fact, Jay was to allow his dad to do whatever he
wanted. Well, not anything. There were some things Bob
would not be allowed to do to Jay. At least not right
away. It wasn't that Robert was worried about Jay's
well being though. It was more that Robert wanted to be
the first to do these things to Jay. He didn't want
some fucking drunk asshole getting that privilege.
"Don't worry, you will get used to it," Robert had told
him.
"The hell I will," Jay had thought. He had been
drinking over a cup of Robert's cum every week, not to
mention all those customers, and Jay still wasn't used
to it. It still disgusted him every time. There was no
way he would ever adjust to eating his own dad's cum no
matter how many times Robert made him do it. That said,
he knew there was only one answer Robert would accept.
"Yes sir," Jay whispered.
The whole thought of Jay eating his own dad's cum
turned Robert on more than he thought it would. Setting
it up had been very risky but now he was glad he had
done it. Not that the risks were all gone. Robert now
had connections to not just Bob but to the doctor as
well. On top of that, there was still the small chance
someone from the theater would turn him in. None of
these risks were that high but they were higher than he
had ever taken in the past. But deep down Robert knew
that Jay was worth the risk.
It was just a couple days later that Robert discovered
that those risks had gone even higher. At the same
time, Robert had found out exactly why Bob had given in
so easy.
Robert had decided he would drive past Jay's house and
look in on him for an hour or so. The hidden camera in
Jay's room had a very limited broadcast range. In order
to pick up the signal Robert always had to park within
a block of the house. During the early months of Jay's
training Robert would park the van near the house, turn
on the tape recorders then go to sleep in the back or
possibly leave the van and go watch a movie or
something at the mall just a mile or so up the road.
Later, he would then fast forward through the tapes to
see if Jay had followed his orders or not.
Until lately, however, there had been no real reason to
even peek in on Jay. Sure, if Robert happened to be
driving by he would stop for a few minutes here and
there. But for the most part he now trusted the boy to
follow through with his homework assignments.
However, with Bob now in Jay's training program Robert
felt it was best to keep a close watch on the two for
at least a few weeks. Robert trusted Jay to do what he
was told, however, there was a lot about Bob that he
didn't like. The guy had given in way too easy. There
was always the possibility that Bob had not really
adjusted to the new situation. Robert knew Bob wouldn't
go to the cops, but there was always the chance he
might beat Jay up or something for getting him into
this mess.
Jay's safety was not the only reason Robert was
watching lately. A huge reason was that he also wanted
further blackmail evidence on Bob. Well, that and the
fact that Robert got really turned on watching the
father and son together. Robert didn't just like
watching them while they were together. He also liked
watching the way Jay would curl up on the bed and cry
after his father would leave.
Today, however, Robert had seen something that
concerned him greatly. After his father had left Jay's
bedroom another guy had walked in and fucked the boy's
throat. Robert wasn't sure what was going on so he just
waited a few minutes to see what happened. When they
guy had finished and left, yet another guy had come in.
"That mother fucker!" Robert yelled in the back of the
van.
Robert wanted to run up to the house and bust the
fucking door in. But who knows how many people were in
there. Plus, everyone there would then know his face
and what was going on between Jay and him. So, instead,
Robert went to the pay phone at a nearby donut shop and
called the house.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Robert
yelled into the phone. "Are you pimping your own
fucking son?"
"Hey, I wasn't the one that made him a faggot," Bob
yelled back. "But I might as well make some money off
him also."
Damn this guy was stupid, Robert thought. He still
hasn't figured out that the whole porn theater thing
was a setup to get blackmail evidence on him. Instead
of trying to explain it, Robert decided he would cut a
compromise with the idiot.
"How many guys you have in there?" Robert asked.
"Don't worry, it's just three of my poker buddies," Bob
replied. "They aren't going to turn me in or anything
like that. And, they come over to the house all the
time, so even if someone comes home early they won't
even notice what's going on."
"Okay, here's how it's going to be," Robert said in a
calm voice. "You can continue to pimp your boy out to
your three buddies. But, that's it. No one else. And
the rules stay the same. Until I say otherwise, you and
your friends only get to use his throat. Understand?"
"Okay," Bob said after a moment. "But, I get to keep
all the money I make."
"Agreed," Robert said then hung up.
During their next visit together, Robert could tell Jay
was more timid than usual. Robert could tell the boy
wasn't sure if he should tell him what happened with
the other men or not. After a few minutes, though, Jay
finally broke down and told Robert the story of the
previous night. Robert had watched the whole thing of
course. But it turned him on just as much watching Jay
sob as he relived the event. He hugged Jay to his naked
body as the boy told him the details of the night.
"It's going to be alright," Robert would whisper to Jay
occasionally as he stroked the boy's hair.
As Jay reached the end of his story, Robert's gentle
stroking of Jay's head became more of a grip.
"It's going to be alright," Robert said one last time
as he slowly pushed the boy's mouth to his dick.
12.
"Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD!" Jay moaned.
One would think that Robert's bathroom was one of the
holiest spots on earth considering how much praying
went on there. With one last loud moan, Jay's prayer
had indeed been answered. At least this hour's prayer
had. It wouldn't be long and Robert would give him
something new to pray about. He always did.
It was late May, yet despite the warmer weather Jay
seldom found himself outdoors. His visits with Robert
were becoming longer and longer. And when he wasn't
being trained at Robert's house then Jay often found
himself hiding from his father. Well, hiding wasn't the
right word. When he wasn't with Robert he was required
to be at home. So, once home Jay would spend as much
time as he could with his younger brother and sister.
Despite this, Bob almost always found a way of getting
Jay alone in the house long enough to fuck the boy's
throat.
Whenever Bob needed a little extra cash he would give
the twins a few bucks and send them off to the mall to
watch a movie or something. Then, he would call over
his 3 poker buddies and Jay would spend the next hour
or two sucking their cocks. Jay had hoped his dad's
buddies would have tired of his throat but they never
did. In fact, as the weeks went on and Jay improved,
they seemed to desire him even more.
As bad as things were at home, they were a lot worse at
Robert's house. Lately, all the visits centered on
Jay's ass. Robert had Jay on a set training schedule.
One week Jay would do virtually nothing but milking.
For hours on end Jay would ride his chair. During these
weeks it was always the 2 inch or smaller dildos he
rode. He would just bounce up and down over and over.
He of course would use his fingers to spoon up and eat
any cum he milked out. It was still disgusting but he
was so used to eating cum by now that it didn't bother
him as much as it used too. He hardly even gagged when
performing the task.
On the weeks he wasn't milking, Robert had him
stretching. Jay hated these weeks because they were
always very painful. It was almost always the same. He
would spend an hour trying to fit a large plug up his
ass. Then, he would spend an hour bouncing on a huge
dildo. Then the rest of the night would be him
struggling with the 3 incher... which of course would
never fit. Each time a stretching week came around it
was always a larger plug and dildo.
Jay always dreaded the stretch weeks. He cried each
week when he would show up and Robert would show him
his new "goals". Today had been no different. He first
started crying when he crawled through the living room
and seen his chair already set up for later. The 2.5
incher was connected to the seat. Jay cried knowing
this huge dildo was going to make his ass really sore
later. Robert hitting him on the ass with the paddle as
they moved along was not helping things either.
Like always, before they got to the seat, Jay needed to
first go do his prayers in the bathroom. First was the
enema. He now got one of these every time he visited.
And it was huge; a full half-gallon. Jay was getting to
the point though where he could take the full thing on
the first try almost every time. He always got his
enemas on his hands and knees. Often Robert would lead
him into the bathroom on his leash and then prepare the
enema while Jay waited there crying. He would then
stick the nozzle up the boy's ass and open the valve.
Not always, but most times Robert would sit on the
toilet and make Jay lick his dick and balls as the
enema drained into the boy's ass. Jay would get
severely punished if any leaked onto the floor. If Jay
was lucky he would be able to take the full half gallon
on the first try. If he started cramping up too much,
however, he had no choice but to beg and plead Robert
to get off the toilet so he could use it. Just months
prior Jay would have never believed he could accomplish
taking a full half-gallon. He still didn't believing it
sometimes. That is until he would look down at his
stomach. His stomach would be absolutely bloated. It
looked and felt like a huge water balloon that had been
filled to it's bursting point.
Even more amazing was the fact that he sometimes had
problems expelling the water. He got frightened the
first time this had happened. He had taken the full
half-gallon, waited the standard 5 minutes, then sat on
the toilet to expel it. However, virtually nothing came
out even when he tried pushing. He had looked to Robert
in fright only to see Robert smiling down at him.
"That will happen sometimes," Robert had said. "But
don't worry, I have a fix for that."
It was as though Robert had been planning the "fix" for
weeks. Robert had quickly gotten out a pair of
handcuffs and cuffed Jay's hands behind him. He then
fastened Jay's dog collar to a eyebolt behind the
toilet. This forced Jay to arch backward a bit. It was
either that or lift his ass off the toilet and he knew
better than to do something stupid like that. In
horror, Jay then seen Robert pull out a whip. The blows
were raining down on Jay before he could even ask what
the whip was for. Some went across his tits but most
were centered on his bloated belly. Within seconds the
water came rushing out of him. Robert kept whipping him
for over a minute though. Jay wasn't sure if this was a
punishment for not being able to expel the water or if
it was actually some kind of way to help him do so.
Regardless, Jay would always be required to thank
Robert each time it happened.
These huge enema's always amazed Jay to a degree. One
minute he would be bloated and in pain and minutes
later he would be utterly empty and somehow soothed.
Sometimes Jay wondered if he would miss the enemas if
he ever stopped taking them. Other times he worried
what would happen to his body if he didn't get the
enemas. It had been months since he had actually gone
to the bathroom naturally. He wasn't sure if his
internal muscles could even function that way anymore.
He often cried at night thinking about stuff like this.
As bad as the enemas were, it was the plug that really
put the religion into Jay. Robert almost always used
the swing for the plug. Jay had almost peed himself the
first time Robert had gotten the swing out again. After
a few minutes Robert had calmed him down some. Robert
had explained that the swing was only going to be used
for the plug. Jay was not going to be double fucked on
it like the first time.
Once he got Jay into the swing and all tied up, Robert
had then mounted the butt plug so it reached just to
the boy's asshole. He then adjusted it several more
inchs toward Jay's ass. This meant that Jay had to pull
with his arms to keep from being fully impaled on the
plug. Jay could tell right away that Robert had made
some adjustments though to the swing. The very first
time Jay had been in the swing it had only took the
slightest tug with his arms to move him several inches
one direction or the other. However, Jay found that now
he had to pull 10 times harder in order to move away
from the plug. He also found that pushing with his feet
did absolutely nothing in this regard.
Once he was in place Robert would put some lube on the
plug and then sit on the toilet to read a magazine. On
the first day they did this Jay sat there for the first
minute thinking how silly the whole setup seemed to be.
He was easily able to keep his ass away from the plug
so what was the point? It didn't seem that silly,
however, as the second minute rolled around and his
arms started to tire.
By the third minute his arm muscles were really
starting to burn so he started rotating from one arm to
the other. This, however, only bought him an extra
minute at most. Then came what Robert liked to call the
"compromise". It happens every time. As the boy's hands
become weaker they always compromise by distributing
part of the weight toward the plug poking at their ass.
Robert always knew when this stage was reached by the
moans that the boys always made. Jay was no different.
At first it was only about an inch that went into Jay's
ass. But like his hands, his asshole muscle would tire
as well. As his asshole tired more and more of the plug
would slide in. This of course hurt more and more until
Jay would once again pull hard with his hands to keep
him off the plug. Which of course would only last a
minute before his hands weakened again. Only this time
when he compromised he had to put even more weight on
the plug due to his further weakened arms. And of
course his asshole would be weaker also and even more
of the plug would slide in. This cycle would repeat
itself over and over. And Jay's moans and prayers would
get louder and louder.
There would always be a point where both Jay's arms and
ass muscles would completely give out. At this point
his weight would go completely onto the plug in his
ass. In the swing though, this weight was only actually
about 1/10th his normal weight. Therefore, the plug
wouldn't just pop right in. Especially considering how
thick the plug always was. Instead, Jay would lay there
with the plug pushing against the tight ring of his ass
for over two to three minutes. During that minute Jay
would be moaning and pleading loudly. His body would
often twitch from time to time also. These twitches
would just serve to inch the plug even deeper.
Eventually, however, his anal ring would stretch just
enough to let the plug through and Jay would let out a
final series of "oh gods" or other moans then the plug
would pop up into his ass.
The ordeal was not over yet though. Once the huge thing
was in his ass his asshole and guts would struggle to
expel the thing. Jay would sit there sweating and
shaking for up to 5 minutes sometimes before his body
would finally calm down and accept the intrusion. Jay
hated this phase the most. It wasn't as painful as the
initial insertion; however, the plug would be deep
inside him at this phase and would be rubbing his clit.
Despite the cramps and pain Jay would always get hard
at this point. He almost always milked some cum out as
well. Many times he would even have a prostate climax.
Robert always teased him of course and furthered his
embarrassment by feeding Jay the cum.
Today had been the worst so far. It was the start of
the week and this meant an even larger plug. Jay had
begged and pleaded with Robert when he seen the new
plug. It was at least 2.75 inches thick. Jay had
managed the 2.5 inch plug the week before but there is
a huge difference between 2.5 and 2.75. At least, Jay
knew his ass was going to be able to tell the
difference.
But, just like the previous weeks, all it took was
Robert commanding him to get into the swing and Jay did
it despite his fear. And just like the previous
stretching weeks, the plug did eventually pop up his
ass.
"Shhhh. Shhhh. That's a good boy," Robert whispered
down to Jay as the plug finally popped up the boy's
ass.
Jay looked up at Robert in both shock, fear and pain as
the fist size plug popped in. Robert just kept
whispering softly to him as he gently rubbed the boy's
quivering stomach and ass cheeks.
"Your doing good Jay," Robert said as the boy finally
calmed down some. "Just a few more weeks and your ass
training will be almost over."
13.
It was just three days after Jay had taken the 2.75
inch plug up his ass that it finally happened. Robert
had taken Jay on a nice ride through the city hitting
every pot hole and speed bump that he could find. Jay
was poised over the 3 inch wide dildo like normal. And
like normal he was grunting and groaning every time a
bump jabbed the huge fucker against his hole. However,
unlike normal, on one of the bumps the head of the
dildo actually popped up Jay's ass.
Jay grunted and immediately lifted himself off it. Jay
prayed that Robert hadn't noticed. He also tightened
his asshole the best he could to prevent it from
happening again during the ride. Jay wished he could
turn his head briefly to see if Robert had noticed or
not. He knew better though. Had Jay actually looked
back he would have seen Robert smiling back at him in
the rear view mirror. Robert had indeed seen what had
happened.
"It's time," Robert thought to himself.
The remainder of that day seemed no different to Jay
than any other. The next day, however, most definitely
was.
"Heel!" Robert yelled in the garage.
This was Jay's signal that the garage door was now
closed and he could get out of the van. It was a
routine he knew like the back of his hand. While Robert
closed the garage door Jay was to always continue
facing the back of the van wall and keep the huge dildo
poking at his hole until he heard the command. Once he
heard it, however, he only had seconds to get from that
position to the door leading into the house. Robert's
crappy old van didn't help much either. Jay had been
late making it to Robert on many occasions because the
sliding side door would not click shut on the first or
second try. Even though it wasn't his fault, Jay still
got punishments for this delay.
On this day, however, he had gotten lucky and the door
shut on the first try. As normal Robert was standing at
the door holding Jay's leash. Jay ran up and stood next
to him. He was always allowed to stand while in the
garage. The floor was littered with junk ranging from
car parts to bolts and such. There of course were also
patches of oil everywhere. While the bolts and junk
would have torn up his knees, Jay suspected that Robert
was more concerned with getting blood and oil all over
his house than Jay's well being. The bottoms of Jay's
feet of course would get small cuts from time to time,
but the bleeding would often be stopped by the time he
was allowed to stand anywhere in the house.
The leash clicked onto Jay's collar and Robert opened
the door and gave the standard tug which meant Jay was
to get down on his hands and knees and start crawling
through the house. Robert didn't need to say where they
were headed. Jay still had 3 more days left to "stretch
week" which meant they were going to travel through the
living room, up the stairs, down the hall and into the
bathroom. Jay no longer even needed to worry about what
whip or paddle to select for the trip. Robert now
rotated them from day to day. Today was paddle day.
Jay used to love the paddle over the whip for the
stairs, however, he wasn't so sure these days. Jay's
asshole seemed to be sore almost all the time lately.
However, it was always especially so during stretch
weeks. The whip stung like hell but at least it wasn't
banging his plug like the paddle often did. The plug
Jay now wore on a daily basis was a good 2.25 inches.
This was small in comparison to what got stuck up his
ass during recent stretch weeks. However, wear
something like that for 12 or so hours a day and your
hole really begins to feel it. Now, imagine smacking it
with a heavy paddle a few times and you start to get
the picture.
As normal, Jay let out several loud grunts as they
began their trip through the house. The first few hits
with the paddle always seemed to hurt the most. By the
end of their visit his ass would always be one huge
bright red circle. Robert wasn't that smart of a man,
however, he did know how to use a paddle. He could
light the boy's ass on fire for hours on end yet leave
very few if any bruises.
As they got half way through the living room Jay
noticed something out of the ordinary. There was no
dildo attached to his bouncy chair. In fact, the chair
wasn't even in the center of the room like usual. It
was off to the side against one of the walls. Jay
wasn't sure exactly how he felt about this change. It
was a strong indicator that he wouldn't be riding the
chair, yet, it also meant that something out of the
ordinary was probably going to happen. And in Robert's
house, something out of the ordinary was normally not a
good thing.
Jay wasn't sure if he was supposed to continue crawling
toward the bathroom or not. Robert didn't command
otherwise so Jay continued his journey. The setup in
the bathroom seemed almost the same as any other
stretch week. The enema bag and hose were waiting. The
swing and the dildo wall mount were in place as well.
However, there was no plug on the wall mount like
normal.
Jay knew something was definitely up. But surprisingly,
Robert did the enema like normal and even strapped him
into the swing. Jay's eyes got big, however, when he
seen Robert approach him with a new device.
"It's a cock gag," Robert informed him.
Robert held it above him so Jay could get a good look
at it. It was all black with leather straps. The gag
itself didn't look like a cock though. It looked kind
of like a mix between some kind of large infant
pacifier and an odd shaped butt plug.
"I promised I wouldn't put anything in your mouth while
you were in the swing without first giving you
warning," Robert said. "So, if you don't want me to use
this on you then just let me know. I promise I won't
punish you if you say 'no'."
Jay of course didn't want to wear it. However, while
the thing was big it didn't look overly so. And even
though he wouldn't get punished for saying 'no', Jay
was smart enough to realize his day might be a little
easier if he said 'yes'. So, he did.
"I'm proud of you Jay," Robert said as he strapped the
thing on the boy. "A month ago I'm sure you would have
said 'no' to this. You have come a long way. I think as
a treat I will spank you with my hand instead of the
paddle for the rest of the day."
Jay was smiling from ear to ear when he heard this. At
least he would have been if his mouth wasn't stuffed
full of the gag. Instead, he tried to mumble 'thank you
sir'. It of course came out as just one long muffled
moan.
"Oops. I forgot to mount the plug didn't I," Robert
said after the gag was tightened into place.
Jay let out a quick grunt when he felt the 2.25 inch
plug pulled out of his ass. Jay knew he was going to
need all his strength, so he rested his head the best
he could as Robert walked out of the bathroom to go
fetch the much larger plug for the wall mount. Jay
immediately started protesting through the gag when he
seen Robert walk back. Robert was carrying the wrong
plug. Instead of the 2.75 incher he had the 3 inch one.
Jay struggled to point out the error Robert had made
but nothing but load muffles could be heard in the
room.
Surely Robert knew he was not due for the 3-inch plug
yet. Jay didn't expect to see this plug for at least
another week and a half; possibly even later than that
considering how tight the 2.75-inch fit was. Hell, they
didn't even look the same. Sure, they were the same
shape but this plug was red and not black like all the
others. On top of that, it looked to be made out of
some kind of leather instead of the rubbery silicone
stuff the others were.
After a moment Jay let out a long moan of defeat as it
dawned on him that Robert couldn't have made a mistake.
Jay had never known Robert to make a mistake, let alone
one as vast as this one.
"That's it, calm down," Robert whispered as he finished
attaching the plug to the wall mount. "I seen the head
of that dildo pop into your ass yesterday. If you can
take that then you can take this."
Jay let out yet another grunt as Robert adjusted the
wall bar to the proper length and then released Jay's
weight onto the end of the plug. This plug felt much
different than the prior ones. It wasn't just the size
of it, however. It was also the texture of it. Jay had
seen this plug up close before and unlike the rubberish
ones, this one was not perfectly smooth. It looked
smooth and even felt rather smooth to the finger.
However, he was now finding out that the fine texture
of the leather could easily be felt on his sensitive
asshole.
The texture didn't hurt. It was hard to explain how it
felt. The ultra fine ridges and bumps seemed to be
rubbing his hole ever so tenderly as it moved inward
and out. It sent little shivers of excitement through
his body... kind of like the plug was scratching an
itch he didn't even know he had. He of course didn't
want the whole thing to go inside him, however, the
more it moved in or out of his hole the more he wanted
it to move even more.
"God that would feel good rubbing against my clit," Jay
thought. He didn't want to think it, but the thought
just kept shooting into his mind as that plug rubbed
back and forth in his hole. It wasn't long and this was
all he could think about. Jay's face turned red with
embarrassment as he realized he now actually wanted
this huge plug up his ass. He knew it would hurt like
hell as it popped in, but he just knew it would be
heaven with that thing rubbing up against his clit. His
cock was milking already just at the thought of it.
Within a couple minutes Jay was actually trying to rut
against the thing to get it inside himself. Robert knew
the plug would have this effect on Jay. It had this
effect on all his prior slaves as well. You can't just
introduce it to a slave on his first day of ass
training though. The boy would literally rip himself
apart trying to fit the thing into his untrained ass.
Jay was well trained though and ready.
"Mmmmph. Mmmmph! MMMMPH!," Jay moaned through his gag
as the huge plug finally popped up his ass.
His internal muscles revolted against the huge
intrusion and the plug almost immediately popped back
out. The spasms were so strong that Jay slid all the
way back up to the tip of the plug again.
"Mmmmmm..." Jay let out one long moan as he slowly slid
back down the length of the plug.
"MMMMPH!," Jay moaned loud again as the plug popped
back in. Not only did it stay in this time but Jay had
a prostate orgasm. Jay was looking down his body when
it happened. The cum came flying out of the end of his
cock before he even realized he was cumming. Jay
normally only shot about as high as his chest but today
the first pulse flew all the way over his head. The
next two pulses of cum hit him right in the face and
the rest hit his chest and stomach. The experience was
so intense that his vision blurred for several seconds
until he finally recovered.
"That's a good boy," Robert whispered to him as he
removed Jay's gag. Robert said it over and over again
as he fed the cum to Jay.
"Thank you sir," was all that Jay could find the energy
to say. A tear of shame fell from his eyes as he
realized that he might have actually meant it.
Once the cum was all gone, Robert put the gag back in
place and left Jay in the seat for another 30 minutes.
Jay's body continued to spasm on and off but by the end
of the 30 minutes his muscles had finally accepted
defeat.
After the half hour was up Robert turned the shower on
briefly. He did this not only to wash off all the sweat
but also to help bring Jay back to the present. The
whole ordeal had drained a lot out of Jay and Robert
wanted him wide-awake for the rest of the visit.
As Jay became fully aware of his surroundings again he
gave Robert a puzzled look. Robert was attaching
something to Jay's waist. It was some kind of belt with
a bunch of straps on it. It didn't take long for him to
discover what it was for. He watched as Robert
unfastened the plug from the wall mount. Then, Robert
ran the straps from the belt between his legs and over
the bottom of the plug that was still up his ass.
Apparently, the belt device was meant to hold the plug
in place. Which is exactly what it did once the straps
were tightened.
Robert then proceeded to untie Jay from the swing.
Robert let him lay there in the swing for another
couple minutes before he finally helped him down.
Robert put Jay in his standard hands and knees
position. It was then that it dawned on Jay that Robert
was going to make him crawl through the house with the
3-inch plug up his ass. Jay wasn't sure how he felt
about this. Part of him didn't care one way or the
other since his ass seemed to have become a bit numb.
However, another part of him was in great fear that
Robert planned to make him wear the fist size plug home
or something. Jay wasn't sure if he could survive
wearing the plug 12 hours a day every day like he did
the much smaller one.
"Don't worry," Robert said as he read Jay's face. "We
are just going for a walk down the hall to the bedroom.
Then we will think about taking it out."
"Mmmph," Jay moaned when he started to crawl. Each step
shifted his body and slid the plug inside him ever so
slightly. His ass apparently was not as numb as he had
thought. Each small slide of the plug made his dick
lurch as the plug's texture sent those wonderful sparks
through his system.
Robert smiled to himself as he watched the boy's dick
leak a trail down the hall. He didn't want to push Jay
back to the brink of unconsciousness so Robert made
sure his hand didn't hit the plug too often as he
spanked him.
Once in the bedroom Robert removed his own cloths and
then laid down on the bed.
"Heel," Robert said. Once in the house, this command
meant Jay was to get between Robert's legs and start
jacking him off and sucking his cock. Jay got up as
quick as he could and started jacking Robert off. He
almost removed the gag so he could suck on the cock but
thought it best not too. If Robert wanted him to remove
the gag then he would have been ordered to do so.
Besides, as long as he had the gag in his mouth he
couldn't be made to eat Robert's huge load.
Jay had never performed this act while in Robert's bed.
In fact, it had been ages since he had even been in
Robert's bedroom. While in Robert's house it almost
always was in the living room or bathroom. And during
those times he was almost always on his knees. With
Robert laying down at the same level as himself he
wasn't sure how he should be positioned. At first he
tried laying down also but that didn't work because he
couldn't keep his face near the cock head like he was
required to do. Or at least he assumed he was still
required to do this despite having the gag in. So,
instead he got on his knees and leaned over Robert's
left side. He put his upper body weight onto his left
elbow between Robert's legs and that allowed his left
hand free to play with Robert's balls while his right
hand jacked off the dick. The position also put his
face right against the end of the cock.
He wasn't sure what was expected of him in regards to
his face since his mouth was not free. So, he decided
to just rub the end of the cock against his face as he
jacked it off. Robert's cock, as usual, was leaking
vast amounts of pre-cum. It wasn't long before Jay's
face was soaked with the stuff. Jay could tell that
Robert was getting close to cumming. However, Robert
suddenly stopped him from completing his task.
Instead, Robert pulled the boy up along side himself.
He positioned Jay into a spoon position and slid up
behind him. As he did he raised one of Jay's legs up so
that his own cock would slide between the boys' legs.
Jay was kind of familiar with this position. It was
very similar to when Robert would sit in his lazy-boy
chair and have Jay sit in is lap.
"You want me to take this big plug out of you?" Robert
asked.
Jay quickly nodded his head up and down and moaned a
"yes" through the gag.
Robert removed the straps and then the belt. He then
grabbed the bottom of the plug and started shaking it
back and forth ever so lightly as he pulled on it.
"Mmmm," Jay moaned as the plug popped free of his ass.
The plug had no more left his ass when Jay felt
Robert's fingers enter. Jay could tell that Robert had
some kind of lubricant on his fingers. Jay hadn't
noticed him get any but most likely it was Crisco. That
was what Robert almost always had him use on the
dildos. Jay could tell that Robert had 4 fingers up his
ass already. It stretched him just as much as the plug
had. He kind of wished now that he had said 'no'
earlier and kept the plug instead. At least the plug
was not as rough as Robert's fingers.
The fingers, however, immediately disappeared... almost
as though Robert had read his mind. A second later Jay
felt something smooth push against his hole.
"Give me an 'O'," Robert commanded.
Jay quickly loosened his asshole so it formed a nice
size 'O'. The smooth object against his hole was
clearly the end of Robert's cock.
"This won't be so bad. He just plans to shoot his load
up my ass," Jay thought.
"Mmmph," Jay moaned as Robert pushed the cock against
his hole a bit harder than normal.
"MMMMPH!" he then protested as he felt Robert push even
harder.
"Oh my god, he's trying to stick it up my ass," Jay
panicked as his hands went back to try to push Robert
away from him.
Robert of course had expected this and already had a
strong grip on the boy.
"Shhhh. Your pussy is ready now. You can handle it,"
Robert whispered to him.
Right when he felt the pain was about to become
unbearable, the head of the cock popped inside him. The
pain was still there but Jay could already feel it
starting to subside a little.
"My cock is up your ass Jay," Robert whispered to him.
"Smile Jay, this is the moment you have been dreaming
about ever since you first seen my cock. Now we just
have about 10 more inches to go. How about we finish
breaking that cherry?"
Jay sobbed as Robert slowly slid the cock up his ass.
He cried not just because of the pain but more because
of the fact that a real cock was going up his ass.
"I'm being ass fucked. He's actually fucking my ass,"
Jay repeated over and over in his mind.
To add to his shame, Jay's dick started leaking pre-cum
as Robert's over-sized dick reached and then started
sliding past his clit. Jay had taken large dildos this
deep before... but Robert's dick was three fucking
inches thick. Jay was amazed it didn't cause a ton of
pain once it reached that deep inside him. There was
some pain of course, but nothing compared to what he
would have thought.
Robert only managed to get about half his dick up the
boy's ass that night, but it was a good start.
"Ready for your pony ride?" Robert whispered to Jay.
Robert then rolled over on top of Jay and pulled up on
the boy's waist until they were in a doggy position.
"Mmmm," Jay moaned again as Robert slowly slid out.
Robert only got part way out when he reversed
directions and slid half his dick back up Jay's ass. He
then started repeating the process. He started going a
little faster each time until finally he was up to a
reasonable speed. Jay's ass and leg muscles were
twitching from the overload to his senses.
Robert maintained a steady pace until he got the signal
he was waiting for. Looking at the mirror beside the
bed Robert seen Jay's cock begin to milk. It was now
time for Jay's ass training final exam.
In the past, whenever his cock would start to milk, Jay
would always go into his own little dream world. Today
was no different. However, as he started to slip into
that dream Robert stopped his thrusts up the boys ass
and Jay was propelled back to the present. Jay's eyes
opened back up as he wondered what Robert was planning.
Seconds went by and still Robert just stood still with
his cock part way up Jay's ass.
"Why doesn't he fuck my ass," Jay wondered.
Jay had no more than thought it when he felt the cock
move an inch deeper into his ass. Then another inch
slid in. Then another. Jay moaned in defeat as he
realized that it wasn't Robert pushing the cock up his
ass. It was himself pushing back on the cock trying to
get it deeper inside himself in order to rub his clit
some more. He wanted to stop, he really did. But he
couldn't. He needed his clit rubbed too badly.
Robert smiled down at Jay as he seen the boy starting
to rut against his cock. He watched as Jay finally gave
in completely and grabbed the bed frame for leverage.
Jay then used that leverage to start pounding his ass
onto the cock.
"That's it, fuck that ass onto my dick you faggot,"
Robert said. "I think my dick and your pussy are going
to become very good friends in the months to come."
Jay was beyond caring though. He heard Robert speaking
but was in such a fog that he couldn't make any of it
out. He just kept pushing and pulling that dick across
his clit. The bed was now shaking back and forth as Jay
put all his strength into it. Back and forth. Back and
forth. It lasted for several minutes before Jay finally
tensed up and shot a load of cum all over the bed under
him.
Jay quickly stopped his movement and started to cry
even harder as he realized what he had just done in the
heat of his passion.
"Shhh... it's okay," Robert comforted him as he removed
Jay's gag. Robert then tossed the gag to the side and
slid about three feet back on the bed pulling Jay along
with him.
"You know what to do," Robert said to him.
Jay was confused at the comment until he looked down
and seen his cum all over the bed sheets directly below
his face. His face turned red with shame as he leaned
down and started sucking it off the sheet. At the same
time Robert began pumping his cock back up the boys
ass. It only took about a minute for Robert to reach
climax. Jay let out a moan of sorrow as Robert pushed
his dick half way up him and filled him with cum. He
could feel the huge load sloshing around deeper inside
him than it had ever been before.
After a minute Robert pulled out and then laid back
down with Jay in the spoon position.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you Jay. I spoke with your dad
and he said it was okay for you to spend the night."
Jay's tears started anew as he realized Robert would
probably be using his ass several more times before
morning came. And then probably several times after
that during the following day.
"I'm not gay," Jay mumbled to himself as exhaustion
from the day's events pushed him into a deep sleep.
(To be continued)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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