(ws/scat/masochism/some bisex)
ARROGANCE--Part 1
The first thing that struck me about Roger Atwater was his intense arrogance. That, combined with self-assured unmitigated gall...a brash, superior attitude...the foulest mouth...and, of course, his extreme boyish handsomeness!
He was 27, a self-made millionaire entrepreneur, an infamous playboy known for his outrageous antics from Tokyo to Berlin and all the high spots in between. He ran several companies, collected art, produced films...he had his hand in lots of things.
Me? I'm Tom Brogan. I'm 30 now, but I was a fresh 19 when I first ran into Roger Atwater. And I mean, ran into him! Amazingly, it was just outside a Newport Beach surf shop. I wasn't paying attention, and I banged him in the ass with my surfboard! I was feeling great, sporting my painstakingly- acquired golden tan before making up my mind about whether to start college or just lay back for another year.
"Damn, I'm sorry!"
"Too bad, I thought you were making a pass," he smiled.
"Hunh?" I asked, dumbly, not catching his meaning.
"Never mind. My name's Roger. Do you work?"
Well, to cut that conversation short, he ended up offering me a job that I couldn't turn down. The money was too great. He didn't care that I had no experience; he said he'd teach me everything. Money, travel, meeting all his extraordinary friends and famous people. How could I resist? Thus, I became his valet, secretary, personal assistant, and constant compan- ion. Hunh? I didn't know anything about those things, but he didn't care. If he didn't care...I didn't care. Something about his sparkling eyes and intriguing manner immediately captivated me. Of course, it wasn't until later that I realized what seductive power he had over people...and how he'd used it on me...until I saw him use it on others. I just thought it was a hoot, and liked his friendly, big brother treatment of me. I went home and packed, said my goodbyes, and climbed into his limo...to the consternation of my parents and brother.
He was staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel before leaving for New York. I met his entourage and was briefly instructed in my duties by his Executive Assistant, Arnold Tripp, a totally- capable older man in his late 40's with slightly greying hair. He was obviously a calming influence of sorts, and indeed, Roger's right-hand man. He was very friendly, and extremely helpful in my confusion. I had my own room, and was the only person that actually stayed with Roger. I was still in a daze when I went to bed that first night, and was even kinda giddy. The excitement was enough to give me a big boner so, as usual, I decided to jack off before going to sleep. I was so intensely aroused, that I didn't react quick enough when Roger suddenly burst in my door! I felt like such a silly fool, laying there naked holding my hard cock and beating it furiously!
"Hey! Treat that thing with a little more consideration, kid. You're gonna rip the skin off it!" he smiled. "Aw, don't be em-barrassed, Tom. God knows I've flogged my meat a few thousand times! I just wanted to remind you that I've got meetings all day tomorrow. So just take it easy, relax, and get up when you feel like it. Go down to the pool if you want." His eyes strayed all over my frozen, naked body, and he turned to leave. He raised his eyebrows. "Nice fuckin' prick! Horny kid like you's gonna love this job. You'll get that taken care of plenty! I promise. So don't wear it out, and try not to splatter the ceiling!"
Even though I was embarrassed at being caught masturbating by my new employer, his casual manner put me at ease. After he left, I noticed that my prick hadn't gone down in the least. Strange!
I did get up late. I did swim. Then I puttered around and spent some time familiar-izing myself with his incredihle wardrobe and things. Those were the preliminaries. When he returned in the late afternoon, my adventure really started!
I gushed a self-conscious hello as he came in. He beamed at me, then plopped himself on the sofa with a loud sigh.
"FUCK! What a drag that was. Meetings, meetings, meetings. Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it." He opened his jacket and loosened his tie and he sprawled comfortably and layed back. "Man, I'm bushed! Come on over and take my shoes off for me, willya Tom?" I dutifully went over and knelt between his legs, nervously taking hold of his foot and undoing his shoe- strings. He continued talking, and casually put his hand down to his crotch. "Boy, that lawyer sitting next to me really got me turned on. I swear, I could smell her pussy dripping the whole time. I was ready to climb under the fucking table and start licking her twat! Bitch kept eyeing me, too. Got my prick leaking in my pants so much I got up with a big wet spot! That made her smile."
He unzipped his pants and spread his trousers open. I gulped and went for the other shoe. By the time I'd looked up again, he had pulled out an extremely hard, large piece of timber, and was unashamedly stroking it!
"Yeah, cunt really got me on the bone! Oooh! Come on up here and give it a suck, Tommy," he said with command in his voice.
I nearly choked! "M-Mr. Atwater, I'm not...I'm not a queer! Golly, did you think...?"
"No, Tom. Of course not. Now suck me, OK?"
"What?" I backed away. "But..."
He looked at me strangely...as if he couldn't comprehend anyone not instantly obeying him. Then his facial muscles relaxed, and he spoke calmly to me, slowly stroking his big cock. "Ah, kind of an innocent, hunh? Listen, kid, I'm not queer either. Not much, anyway. Hell, I don't know. Thing is, if I see a guy holding a prick as big and pretty as mine is, I don't think twice about getting down and putting it in my mouth. I've sucked pricks and twats and assholes from here to Moscow and had some great times doing it! Trust me, all the bullshit you've ever learned is crap! The best thing about making a lot of money is being able to do what you fucking want. Hell, sucking cock isn't perverted...IT'S FUN! You prefer pussy? That's fine. Stick with me and you'll get all the pussy you can handle. You'll have so many twats bouncing on your prick, you'll get sick of them! But, fact is, part of your duties are to be available. I pull my cock out...you get down and suck me."
"Oh, I couldn't!" I gasped. "I...I didn't know I was supposed to be a...a sex slave or something like that!"
"OH! No no no, pretty boy. Just extra duties. Here, take a good look at this." He held his prick up straight. It was magnificent! Must have been a good 10-11" and I couldn't help but stare. "Luscious, isn't it? You'll love sucking my cock, Tom. Everybody does. Give it a try. This isn't a one-sided deal, either. After you suck me a bit, I'm gonna rip your pants off and give you one hell of a blowjob! I almost pounced on you last night."
"But I...I can't!" I whined, immensely disappointed to find that my job was going to be very short-lived.
"Listen, come here," he motioned me forward as he sat up. "Come on, I'm not going to force you into a thing. I just want you to hear this."
Trembling, I scooched toward him...ready to bolt. He asked me a series of questions, hardly waiting for me to answer yes.
"Is sex good? Is it fun? You like getting boners? You want to fuck nice, wet holes? You like putting your prick in a hot mouth and getting sucked off? Do you think you have a nice- looking prick? Would you say I have a nice-looking prick? Do you know that there are an awful lot of straight guys that like sucking pricks? Wanna blow me?"
I was so used to nodding my head, that I missed the implications of the last question. Or did I? All I know is that he put his hand to the back of my neck and gently pulled me down to his crotch!
"B-but, I never..." I whispered, blinking because my eyes were getting glassy.
"That's okay, Tom. Just try licking it. Big, isn't it? Yeah, nice big stiff erection. Lick up the side. Nice, isn't it? Try the other side."
I felt his body scoot down further in the sofa as he spread his legs apart. His movements were quite natural. Mine seemed to be natural, too, in spite of the fact that I was licking his prick! The soothing sound of his voice...the first touch of his hot skin on my tongue...the rising boner in my pants...all combined to totally confuse me!
That's what I told myself as I attempted to analyze the taste and smells I was experiencing. As if I were watching myself from above, I saw it all. I saw the way my tongue was lapping on his cock...I saw the way I wasn't fighting it...I saw the way!
"Yeah, that's it, baby! Lick that fuckin' prick!" He grabbed me with both hands behind my head and worked my mouth up and down the underside of his huge cock. Our eyes met. "See? What'd I tell you? You think that's nice? What til you put it in your mouth! Go for it, man. No turning back now, Tom. You've licked your first prick! Gotta try it all. You ready? You like it?"
I had a grip on it, eagerly licking the sides. I couldn't deny that. I couldn't pretend I hadn't been doing it freely. I'd been mesmerized, hut now he wanted a verbal reply.
"I...shouldn't be doing this," I whispered hot breath on his balls.
"Says who? I asked if you liked it," he chuckled. "Go ahead, tell me a big, fat lie!"
I moaned, putting my lips to his shaft again, trying to avoid having to answer. Gently, but forcibly, he pulled my head back by the hair and stared into my eyes with those incredibly sensuous eyes of his! "M-Mr. Atwa...Roger. I..." I took a deep breath. "I love it. I fuckin' love it! I shouldn't. I'm not a queer, but...c-can...I suck it?"
In answer, he pressed me down by the neck. My hand around his shaft and my mouth open, his cockhead went between my lips. I sucked on his knob. As hard as his prick was, the thing was soft and spongy under the pressure of my exploring mouth. I sucked harder.
"ATTABOY! Hot damn! Fuck, baby, let's have some fun! Come on, yank my pants off! Get outta them fuckin' clothes...I wanna see you naked!"
He was suddenly boiling with enthusiasm, spreading his hands to the side of the cushions and lifting his ass as I pulled his trousers off. Then he leaned forward and rubbed my crotch.
"Mmmm. Yeah. Nice big fuckin' boner in there! MAN, I WANTED TO JUST GOBBLE YOUR ASS LAST NIGHT! What a fuckin' treat! Juicy prick you got, Tommy. One fuckin' juicy prick! Come on, get those pants off and wave that thing in my face. Lemme smell your balls!"
His energetic sexualism was turning me on in spite of my apprehension. Once I'd voiced my desire, my body began to relax and get into it. I'd almost ripped his pants off, delighting in the sight of his lower body being completely naked. I stood up to get naked, wanting to get back down there to put my mouth over his prick. ALL I KNEW WAS...I WANTED BE NAKED, AND I WANTED TO SUCK HIS BIG COCK! EVEN IF HE DIDN'T DO IT TO ME! I just didn't care at that point, so I didn't mind when he totally sprawled his legs apart and urged me between them.
"BLOW IT, BABY! WRAP YOUR PRICK-LICKIN LIPS AROUND IT AND SUCK! COME ON, TOMMY, COCKSUCK ME!" He lifted his feet onto the cushions as he helped work my mouth down and over his prick. His assistance was becoming a bit more urgent, and my appre- hension was returning. He was becoming too frantic for me-- thrusting his cock into my mouth without allowing me to get used to it.
Suddenly realizing he was getting out of hand, he pulled my mouth off his cock. "Oooh, so good! Sorry, baby. You're just turning me on so much! Here, take a rest and lick my balls!"
I took a breath, but my face was soon mashed into his sweaty nuts! That was the turning point. I'd licked his shaft, sucked his fat knob, and verbally admitted I loved his cock. Now, somehow, that all seemed a bit false. Like I knew some- thing, but hadn't totally comprehended it. Now I did. With his legs up, his balls were hanging there, full and puffy. All the sweat they'd accumulated during the day was now rising to my nose. I nestled right in there.
"Oh, Roger! Your balls smell so good!" I reached my arms around his buttocks and lifted them a bit as I began to lap his hot nuts! I moved my head up and down, licking all over his big, sweaty balls! He had his head thrown back and moaned in delight the whole time. He gently stroked my hair.
"Aw...pretty suckboy!" he groaned, "lick those fucking balls, baby. Oh, you're gonna be fun!"
I pulled my head away and nodded eagerly. "Yeah! This is a lot of fun! Awwww...your balls smell sooo good!"
He chuckled. "Tommy, you little twat. You licked all the smell off my balls long ago. Don't you know? That's my sweaty asshole you keep smelling!!"
"Hunh?!" I pulled away, gulping.
"Sure!" he laughed. "Take a deep breath, you'll see what I mean."
I didn't have to take a deep breath. What he said was true. I knew the smell of an asshole...and his was all around me. And it had been! I'd licked his nuts clean long ago, and had been reveling in the odor of his asshole all this time! I blushed crimson.
He got a big grin on his face. "Blush, baby! Go ahead. I love seeing your sweet innocence. Turning on to the smell of my ass, and now you feel bad about it. Why? My asshole smells good. People lick and smell it all the time. I smell my finger all the time--I love it! Trust me, you'll soon be grinding your nose and tongue up my ass without a second thought. You're fuckin' hooked, Tommy! But I'll let you find that out for yourself. Get up. I wanna suck your cock. Move your body into any position I put you in, cause I'm also gonna lick your nuts and ass!"
I had a roaring prick...and I didn't put up a fuss. I stood in front of his face and thrust my prick in his mouth. He let me jab him for a while, then held me back and leisurely licked all over my crotch, teasing the hell out of me! He sniffed me, too. And he didn't try to hide it. He'd grind his nose in there between my balls and thigh, then lap at the fragrant moisture that had accumulated there. My hard cock dripped over his face as I groaned in pleasure. He pulled away, taking his finger and wiping up a smear of my pre-cum. He put it on his tongue. "Mmmm. Tasty hot cockjuice! I want that full load in my mouth. But first of all, little stud, I want you to turn around and bend over. Grab your cheeks and spread 'em open, then push your ass back to my face. I want you to get a nasty feeling in your throat and voice, and tell me what you want me to do to your asshole!"
"Uh, hunh?" I gulped. He didn't reply, just simply swirled his finger...directing me to turn around. I did. And even kinda bent a little, tentatively holding my cheeks apart.
"Nasty, Tommy. 1 want you fuckin' nasty! Now I don't have to teach you this...you know damned well exactly what I mean. You know what I want to do...and you know that you want me to do it. So cut the crap and get filthy! We're gonna have some hot sex. I'm a hungry, filthy, sex fiend...and so are you. So tell me, baby. Tell me what you want!"
Hungry? Filthy? Sex Fiend? Smells? Jeez! OK, boss, you rich sonofabitch! You got me royally turned on, so here goes!
I was already half-bent over, so I bent over all the way! Then I moved back to his fucking face! "LICK MY ASSHOLE, ROGER!" I blurted, ripping my anus open, and surprising myself. I gasped aloud in amazement when I felt his wet tongue touching me there. I couldn't believe it, so I pushed my butt back harder into his face to make sure!
"MMMM, CREAMY FUCKIN' ASSHOLE!" he cried, between licks.
Gasping, trying to comprehend what he was doing to me, I stupidly asked, "Yeah, well, what about the fuckin' smell, man?"
"There isn't any, Tom. You're a clean boy. I'd like some smell, but there just isn't any. Can you fart?"
"WHAT!" I instantly clamped my anus tight.
He burst out laughing. "Oh, you're so precious, man! Come on, let's 69." He slithered down onto the carpet and pulled me with him. "Wrap your hot lips around my cock, baby. Let's suck each other off. Take your time. We're not gonna last long, but let's try."
It didn't last long. But I'd never been so eager in my life. I didn't care if it lasted. I had to get off before I creamed all over the place. I wanted to do it in his mouth. So I sucked all the harder when I realized I was going to blast off. Luckily, he came at the same time. I say luckily, because if I hadn't been experiencing my own orgasm when his cockjuice spurted into my mouth, I don't know how I would have handled my first load of cum. This way it was perfect. I gulped each time my cock throbbed...which was each time HIS cock throbbed. Like drinking my own squirts! Except...I'd tasted my own squirts before, and this was much better!
"Whadda you think, kid?" he asked after we caught our breaths.
"I think everything I've learned is crap!" I giggled.
"Good boy. You gonna suck my ass next time?"
"Uh..." I naturally hesitated, then felt my tingling balls. "Would you clean it the first time? I'll try it that way."
"Kiddo. I'll be home tomorrow sharply at 3:00. You have my bath ready. You can scrub my back...and anything else you wanna scrub clean enough to put your lips on. You can put your hand down in the water and finger-fuck me until you think I'm clean enough, okay? Cause then I'm gonna sit my butt on the side of the tub and hang it over the edge. Then you can put your face to my ass and lick me out. Sound good?"
I chuckled. "Yeah, that sounds good. Gee, when you say it like that, it sounds real good. Guess I really wanna suck your ass, alright. Just need to be sure it's clean, you know?"
"Yeah, sure. I understand. I'll give you time. I see it in your eyes. Won't be long before you don't care if I clean up or not."
"Roger...that's disgusting!"
"Yeah," he chuckled, "ain't it? I like disgusting, kid. I'll give you time...but I like it the way I like it. I dig smells. I like a hot, sweltering cunt dripping with pussyjuice. I like a guy's balls to be covered with moist sweat to smell and lick. And I want you to be a little careless when you wipe your ass after you take a shit."
"OH MY GOD!" I cried.
"Now, don't go getting the wrong idea. I'm not talking about licking shit...I leave that to other people. All I'm saying is, don't get too proper when wiping your ass. I not only don't expect you to be pure and sparkling back there...I don't want you to be! You understand? I don't want you to stick a shitty asshole in my face, and expect me to lick it clean for you...but when I put my face to your sweet little anus, I expect to be rewarded with a healthy aroma that's gonna get my dick hard. Just a little leftover stink to make me wanna start licking!"
I broke into a big grin. I understood what he was saying, and it seemed perfectly reasonable. "OK. I...I think I get it. I'll try to smell good enough. And...I guess...fuck the bath. You're right. I will learn to like it. So why not start tomorrow. Boss?" I gulped, then made the most adventurous suggestion, "be the same way. And don't let me complain. M-make me smell your hole! Make me lick it! I...I know I'll love it, Roger. But you might have to force me. That's alright, do it!" An agreement had been reached. We both acknowledged it with our eyes, and Roger...rich Mr. Atwater...visibly changed expres- sions before my eyes...with my silent permission.
"Kid? Draw my bath tomorrow. But first, I'll want you to lick my ass!"
"Y-yes, sir!" I beamed, "I'd...I'd be honored to l-lick it for you!"
"It's gonna smell," he warned.
"T-that's alright," I stammered. "I w-want it to!"
Roger smiled, and scooted closer to me. He pulled my naked body to him and hugged me. "Hmmm. Now that we know you suck cock and lick balls and rim out assholes...think you could give your boss a little kiss?"
"I'm..." I nearly choked, "...not queer!"
"I know, sugar. Me either." He attached his moist lips to mine, and we sucked on each other's tongues for a while. Actually, for quite a while. Long enough to get erections and take turns jacking each other off so we could watch the jism fly!
My introduction to gay sex. He wasn't a queer. Not exactly, anyway. Roger Atwater took his sex anywhere...and everywhere! The future would show me that he enjoyed pussy and cock just as eagerly. He didn't much care whether it was a male or female face between his legs...as long as they were doing him justice. And if they turned him on...he could suck and fuck a guy or a girl with just as much enthusiasm. He loved the smell of a guy's balls...his prick and his asshole. I watched him stuff his nose up a smelly twat and eat it out as hungrily as he'd eat out a guy's ass. As a matter of fact, one of his special delights was taking a guy's cock straight out of a pussy and sticking it in his mouth to clean the guy off! That went for assholes, too. Girl butt. Boy butt. He'd lick a prick going in and out of somebody's ass, and even suck it after it was pulled out!
I'm getting ahead. I licked his asshole the next day. It smelled.
Sharply at 3:00 I had his bath ready. He swaggered in, sneered at me sitting shirtless on the couch, then dropped his pants.
"OK, kid. Kneel down here and spread my ass. Pull my butt apart and start sniffin'. Come on, I don't have all day! I got a lotta stink on me, and I need a bath. Now you wanna clean me up first, or not? Let's go. Put your nose up there...smell me out! Pull me open and get some of that stronger stuff. Yeah. Now lick me."
I'd agreed to this, but I wasn't prepared for his attitude. My cock knew better. He'd no sooner begun to order me around, then my prick rose up instantly! That left only for my hand and lips to follow. And I soon found myself on my knees...eagerly spreading his buttocks apart...putting my nose to his anus. I sniffed. Oh, man, I sniffed! I yanked his hole apart even farther. He'd promised me...and he certainly delivered! I was beyond any hesitation. I'd been playing with my dick all day long in anticipation of this. I knew I was totally under his spell, because with all the hardons I'd gotten...never once did I ever think of pussy--or anything--but Roger's big cock, balls and asshole!
Roger Atwater wasn't a queer....but I certainly was queer for him. And he knew it!
"Unh hunh, yeah, lick it. Thaaat's it, lick that hole, baby. Lick it out. Smell good for yuh? You like lickin' that stuff? I left a little shit on there for ya. I know you wanna lick shit off my asshole, so do it, you little cocksucker!"
He didn't really have a shitty asshole, but loved taunting me...and I loved it too! His asshole was fragrant, and I relished the smell and odor. In fact, I made sure to get my fill of it before I started to lick him. And when I did start to lick him, I thoroughly cleaned his anus before eagerly thrusting my tongue up his relaxed hole. And I mean relaxed! I was almost afraid he was about to take a dump, he was so loose. But he just had extraordinary muscle control. He knew that anybody who'd put their tongue on his asshole wanted to get inside. So he let them! He made me hot...and I made him hot! He suddenly turned around and led me into the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he balanced himself, and lifted his legs wide apart in lewd invitation.
"Come on, you little faggot! GET YOUR FACE DOWN THERE AND SUCK OUT MY ASSHOLE! COME ON, SUCK ON IT! DIG YOUR TONGUE IN-- CLEAN ME OUT!"
The tone in his voice was abusive. He was ordering me to do filthy things as if I were a common faggot! GOD, IT GAVE ME SUCH A FUCKING BONER! I stared at his inviting, flexing, anus. I ripped my shorts down, and stood there naked, stroking my hard cock. I looked at Roger, and the wanton expression on his face as he exposed himself so lewdly! The man was pure lust! I got down and gobbled his asshole! Sucked that fucker out! Even he was gasping.
"OHH! EAT IT! AWWWW, TOMMY! I CAN FEEL YOUR TONGUE UP ME!"
I should hope so! I had it stuffed up his ass as far as I could shove it. He was tight...in that position. I wished it loose. Damn, I wanted it to be so loose! I'd never fuckin' done it before, and here I was wanting this man to open his asshole up so I could lick up inside his stinky rectum! I was out of my mind...with lust! WHAT A JOB!
I did him. Man, I did him! I did him all the time. He did me. He got so turned on that time that he stayed in that position, ordered me to spit on my cock, and shove it up his ass! I fucked him so hard we ended up falling into the tub! Luckily, we slid in...more than falling in...and continued our fuck under water!
Let me say that fucking him, and seeing the reaction he displayed by having my hard prick up his ass, caused me to have only anticipation when he eventually suggested that I, virgin boy, bend over to get my asshole reamed out. Roger fucked me.
No. Let me put this way...Roger knew! Maybe he was straight ...maybe he was bi...maybe, whatever. All I know is, Roger Atwater is a fucking ass-master! Getting fucked for the first time, I instinctively knew what could be and should be...and totally understood at the time that my anus was in the control of a master fucker! I could have been wrecked. Ruined. Turned off for all time. But when Roger Atwater puts his mouth on your asshole, you know that he could never do anything to harm your tender tissues...unless you want him to!
"AW, FUCK ME, BOSS! RIP THE HOLE OUTTA MY ASS! OH, GOD, WHAT A BIG COCK! STUFF IT IN THERE! SHOVE IT OUT MY COCKSUCKING MOUTH!"
Well, okay. So I got a little carried away. And if I didn't beg for it that way, Roger worked my hole around until I did! Ass-master! I wasn't supposed to be a sex slave, but all of a sudden my mouth, hands, lips, cock, balls and asshole were at his immediate command.
Then I got a big dose of reality...just before I fell in love. The traveling started. The interaction with his entour- age. His behavior with people who clamored to be up close with a powerful man.
I can't begin to chronicle the last ten years, I can only give you certain highlights to describe my life with Roger. I'm just going to write them down as I remember them. They may not be in order, but you have to realize I was completely under his control by then.
We got back to the Savoy just as the maid was finishing up. Roger walked right up to her and shoved his hand under her skirt. Knowing who he was, she smiled and lifted her skirt higher, backing against the bureau. She sat up on it, and spread her legs apart. She wore no panties. Roger knelt down and stuffed several fingers up her wet twat.
"Tommy! Come over here." When I got next to them, Roger yanked his slimy fingers out. "Here, suck 'em!" He shoved them into my mouth, making me lick the pussy juice from them! He pulled down my zipper and pulled my prick out. Stroking it into rigidity, he aimed it at the girl's mouth. She sucked me. Then we all got naked and she sucked me some more while Roger fucked her twat from -behind!
Often, we'd be sitting around in a hotel room while Roger, Arnold and several others were discussing business. One time, when we were in South Carolina during a convention, we had arrived late and had to settle on a unbearably small motel room. The squalor and smallness of the place must have piqued Roger's filthier emotions. The bathroom was just off the living room/bedroom area, and Roger had been in there for a while. Suddenly, he opened the door. He had no pants on, and he was sitting on the toilet, smirking.
"Hey, Arnold! I just took a big crap, man. Come on in here and lick off my hole."
Arnold looked around nervously at us and blushed furiously. But he immediately obeyed. Entering the bathroom, he tried to close the door, but Roger stopped him.
"No. Let 'em watch! Lift my legs up and suck my shithole, Arnie. Get down in there and sniff that crap! I tried to leave a lot on there for you to smell and lick, man. Come on, lick my shit!"
Glancing to his side at us, Arnold nevertheless crouched down and lifted Roger's legs up, as Roger rested back against the tank, smiling. Roger looked at us.
"Arnold's gonna lick the shit from my asshole. Watch. He's good at it. Actually, he likes having me shit turds in his mouth, but he'll settle for this." Then he turned and held Arnold's face to his ass.
We gaped at the sight, unable to look away. The bathroom was so close to the table we were able to see that Roger really had some crud on his asshole. But not for long. Arnold swallowed his pride, and then he swallowed all the shit he began to lick from Roger's smelly anus!
"Oh, damn! Oh, damn!" Roger cried, in a teasing voice. "Guess I wasn't finished after all, buddy! Open your mouth, I got a little turdlet left!" Arnold opened his mouth. Roger plopped a little turd from his asshole directly into Arnold's mouth. Arnold took it, sucked it, then dropped it into the toilet between Roger's legs. Then he had to lick the asshole clean all over again. Wiping his tongue over his lips, he hung his head and left the room.
The others didn't say anything, but I was outraged!
"ROGER, THAT WAS A FILTHY THING TO DO! That's carrying your position too far, making that poor man do such a thing!" He ignored me.
He walked out of the bathroom, still naked from the waist down. He was holding his pants, but he made no effort to put them on. Instead, he walked before us, vulgarly stroking his dick!
"Who wants to blow me! Ted? John? Estelle? I got a big prick boner fuckin' hardon...who wants my hot juice?!! Tommy? You love sucking my huge cock! Somebody get me off!"
Instantly, Ted got down on his knees and took the big thing in his mouth, noisily slobbering all over it! Estelle looked at me, smiling. "Don't worry, kid. Arnie loves it. The nastier the better. I once saw Roger get up on the table and order Arnie to suck a turd right out of his asshole! He whined just as much, but got his mouth right up to it and took that hot turd in his mouth. He didn't give a shit who was watching him...the more the better!"
"Quit jawboning, bitch. Get down there and suck off my boyfriend!"
She opened my pants and pulled them down and off, and sat me back on the table. Soon, I'd forgotten the embarrassment. She blew me while one of the vice presidents fucked her asshole! Before I could come, Roger had moved up next to us. He pushed her away, and lifted my legs up, exposing my asshole.
"Rim him out, Ted! Suck my boyfriend's asshole." Then he proceeded to yank the vice presi-dent's cock from Estelle's rectum and stick it in his mouth! "Mmmm. Not too fucking bad... but shove it into Ted's ass. I wanna taste some manshit!" I got rimmed, while my rimmer got fucked. Then my...what the hell was he? my boyfriend? my boss?...pulled the vice president's cock from Ted's hole and cleaned it off! 'I leave the shit-eating to someone else,' he'd said earlier. HAH!
Sometimes Roger would order up a group of callgirls. He'd get everybody in...get us all naked...then go around and suck all the pussies while we watched. He'd line 'em up, and plug their cunts and assholes. Constantly pulling his huge prick out, he'd order a guy to come over and lick it for him. They always did. I always did. But then, I was eager to do it. It didn't matter that he paid me well, I was totally under Roger's power-ful sexual influence by then.
He sucked me and fucked me, and loved seeing guys service me, and even seeing me sucking off and fucking other guys. But he'd never tried some of the kinkier stuff with me. I wonderered why, when he seemed to get his other employees to do it so easily.
Oh, yeah, he'd sucked a couple of pricks that I'd pulled out of guys' assholes, and lots of 'em after I'd fucked a chick's pussy, but never a prick that had been up my ass. I couldn't figure that out, since he seemed to be so uninhibited about doing such nasty things!
At at hotel in Bonn, Roger took the bellboy in arm and brazenly began to fondle his crotch! The youngster backed away, alarmed but still courteous, until Roger flashed him a $100 bill. After taking a quick, hesitant look at me, the kid got down and undid Roger's pants. He fished inside and drew out the massive cock. His eyes lit up, and he went down on it! He didn't hesitate at all when Roger pushed his mouth away and turned around. The kid sucked his asshole, making it plain he was willing to do anything for those American dollars! Or, maybe just because Roger had such a delicious hole...I don't know for sure. But I kinda figured it that way when he got the boy to lick my ass while he fucked him! Then I sucked off the bellboy, while Roger got down and sucked me.
Arnie sniffed my ass a couple of times...at Roger's direction. Just sniffing...no licking. Roger wouldn't let him. He just wanted to tease the guy with the smell of my ass!
"Don't that smell terrific? Bet you'd like to suck a hot turd out of his ass, wouldn't you Arnold?" Even when Arnie gasped that he certainly would agree to that, Roger laughed and denied him. All with the sense that I didn't have a choice in the matter.
Roger did that to him several times. In Rome, along with a slender street urchin whoreboy, he had Arnie teased so much he was nearly foaming at the mouth! The four of us had been sucking cock and asshole for a couple of hours. Roger started teasing about turds and shit, and called up one of the hotel callgirls. Roger fucked her, then had the boy fuck her ass while Roger licked his prick and asshole.
Before the boy came, he had him pull his prick from her ass and stick it into Arnie's mouth. Arnold immediately backed away. No dice. Roger licked the cock, and all over the boy's balls, and even sucked the kid's jism from her anus after he shot a load up her tail. And when Roger persisted, and suggested that the girl take a shit in Arnie's mouth, he got really upset and refused.
"You don't pay me enough for that! I'll get on my knees and suck just about anything you want, Roger. I lick your stinky shit, and suck out your filthy asshole, but I'll never eat a cunt's turd! I'll lay down. Right here. You can take a shit in my mouth. You pay me, so you can do it. But I'll never let a cunt do it! Fuck you, Roger! Eat your own shit from now on!"
Roger ushered the girl from the room. He walked over to the boy and started to finger-fuck him. A veteran whoreboy, the kid didn't mind. He smiled, and shoved his ass back onto the fingers.
"Sorry, guy," Roger smiled at Arnold, "didn't know you were so particular. Are you saying it's only my shit you like? I can feel something up this boy's rectum. Sure you wouldn't like it?"
"I like..." Arnold gulped, "...yours, OK? I LIKE IT! I FUCKIN' LOVE IT! I've never licked another guy's turd. Just yours. First, because you pay me so much...and now, cause I like it, you bastard! But nobody's money can get me to eat cuntshit. That's final!"
"She's gone, man. We're talking about Dominic, or Pascale, or whatever the fuck his name is. Nice butt. Really making my fingers sticky. Get your face over here, Arnie. I'm gonna pull these sticky fingers out and I want you to lick 'em clean. Get over here!"
Arnold was watching the finger-fuck, absentmindedly licking his lips. He hesitated slightly, then sighed and awkwardly stumbled as he walked over to them.
He went to his knees. "I...I don't know. I'll smell it. But I never...just you, Roger! Just you."
"Okay, Arnie. Just put your nose down here and sniff my fingers. That's it...take a big whiff! Hot little boycunt, isn't it? Now, I won't put you on the spot by trying to make you admit something you don't want to...but let's try it this way. This is one sweet little asshole I'm diggin' in. I want you to lick my fingers. I want you to lick off his assjuice and anything else I drag out of there, okay? I'm telling you to do it! Here..." Roger yanked his slimy fingers out and put them to Arnie's face. "Suck my fingers clean!"
Arnold gasped, but didn't pull away. He sniffed the digits, but made no motion to open his mouth. He just smelled, and looked up at Roger.
Roger got an evil sneer on his face. "I said lick 'em, you shiteater! Gonna get this suckboy to take a shit. I felt a big turd up there. I want to see his turd go in your mouth, Arnie. I want that. What do you say?"
Arnie reached up and pulled Roger's fingers into his mouth. He licked them, then encouraged Roger to stick them back in. Roger did, worming them around and opening up the kid's anus. Arnie licked them as they plunged and retracted. Multilingual, Roger whispered in the kid's ear in Italian. Nodding, the boy agreed.
"Yeah, oh this is gonna be hot! On your back, Arnie. Boy's gonna take a shit for you. Lay down and open your mouth. I'll keep working his hole loose...you keep licking on my fingers and get ready to catch it. Hell, take it right down your throat if you want. I mean...TAKE IT RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT YOU FUCK! Come on, Tommy, get in on this. He's gonna suck turd. I'm gonna hold the butthole open. You get down here and do some smelling or something. At least watch!"
I watched. Smelling was out of the question. I didn't have much choice! It was exciting to see, and I verbally encouraged Arnie to keep licking...and licking some more when that turd started to come out!
"Oh, that's wild!" I gasped. "Never seen it up close like this before. You like it, Arnie? Go, man, lick his fuckin' turd if you want! Damn, I'd do it, if I liked stuff like that. That's a hot turd!"
"So lick it if you want, Tom," Roger cooed. "Nobody here's gonna mind! DO IT!"
I didn't. I couldn't have if I'd wanted to...which I didn't ...because Arnie was licking the kid's turd like crazy! He never did take it in his mouth and suck on it, but he sure as hell licked the crap off of it...all the way til it finally squeezed from the boy's hole. Then he licked the boy's hole, banging into Roger's tongue because Roger was down there licking at the kid's hole himself! I smelled it all, not in the least self-conscious about doing it compared to what they were doing!
Arnie sat on my cock while Roger fucked the boy. The kid's stinky turd layed nearby, and we could all smell it. Nobody voiced any complaints, however. Not even me. Roger unloaded, and pulled his prick out for Arnie to suck. Arnie immediately sucked the cum and shit off, then attacked the boy's hole for the rest! Then a surprise happened.
I blew my load up Arnie's asshole. Arnie lifted off, and Roger went right down on my prick! When Arnie scooted back, to get out of Roger's way, that brought his ass back near my face. I took hold of it, and began to lick my own cream from his hole! But I only licked it up to a certain point. The point being...when I started to it! I'd already cum, but there I was...horny as hell...sucking my own jism out of his asshole. And I loved the taste!
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