Not suitable for under 18s Gift to Nifty Feedback always welcome: Sam.willswill@mail.com ********************* I walked out, found Jeff in his car and had a near silent ride home "everyone will be out right?" He asked. I nodded "I'll drop you close then. Be at mine at 7pm".
I got out and walked up the drive, a walk of shame perhaps, perhaps not though. **********************
Part 19: "Jeff? It's Jeff that you're getting it on with?"
Saturday morning involved multiple sports training activities in my house. My mom and dad often coached stuff, my sister would set into a serious gym session and my two brothers would be at either football or soccer practice. So walking up the drive in the same outfit I'd left in the previous night in the classic `walk of shame' even for a shameless slut like me was a pretty safe activity.
As I closed the front door though there was an loud shout of `oh my god' from my big sister. She walked out into the hallway, dressed in her gym kit and looked at me "Jeff? It's Jeff that you're getting it on with" I nodded looking coy, turning and dropping my head to the left.
"Sam he's 40 years older than you, seriously? Jeff?" My sister in her typical way was exclaiming surprise, horror all whilst grinning at me!
"Yeah I'm sorry to disappoint. I'm assuming you thought it was another quiet, shy geek like me or a high school quarterback from across town" I said covering the two main options she'd clearly considered.
She nodded "well yeah, certainly someone younger. Damn, Jeff. You little freak" and she grinned. "What's he like?" She said clearly probing into uncomfortable places.
"Phenomenal!" Was all I said, leaving it hanging in the air.
"Well" she said "if mom and dad find out you're dead, so is Jeff probably, do you need to think about this, carefully, you sure with this?"
"Sure as anything" was my reply and I walked to my room.
The rest of the day I mainly worked, caught up on a few things. At 6pm I set out for Jeff's, moderately apprehensive rather than excited. There was something about the previous nights events that made me feel things may have changed. I got a simple message whilst on the bus from him:
`Door, Change' It's totally straight forward nature only added to my apprehension.
As I arrived at his and climbed up the steps I was virtually scared. The door was only slightly open. My gear not neatly placed on the chair but thrown with anger all over the floor. I knew deep down I should just walk out, try and make up some excuse but I almost drifted through a hypnotic state of placing each item on, checking the mirror and walking into the living room.
Jeff was stood dressed in his own chaps, boots, jacket and cap. He'd added a pair of mirrored aviator sun glasses on just to finish the look. He was flicking his rock solid cock with his right thumb and swiftly looked over me. "What are you boy?".
Well the things I could say seemed endless but I looked and said "I'm a filthy slut Sir".
He now looked at his right hand, spat into it and marched over. He slapped my face, smearing the spit all over it "incorrect answer, try again".
"I'm a stupid nasty filthy slut sir".
His reaction was the same, spit, slap, smear. "Try again, last time - what are you boy?"
"I'm a shameless, filthy cock addicted slut Sir"
Spit, slap, smear. "To many words boy, to many. You're two words `A Whore' nothing more nothing less. A stupid, simple little fuck slut that lets men do what they want"
My face was red with embarrassment, shame and the force of Jeff's strikes. But I was fucking hard too, it totally confused me.
"Do you know what I find most embarrassing about you boy?" I shook my head "the fact that last night, in that restaurant you had a green salad ordered for you because that's what bimbos eat and you followed the instructions just to play with it rather than eat it. That you stupid cunt boy is so humiliating. It's that, that made you a whore more than any other action, more than crawling, being fucked in front of the bus boy etc"
I was a bit speechless. Well not a bit, more totally speechless.
"You need punishment and modification boy to teach you a lesson" he stood back and looked me over. "Your leather cap, you now need to wear it at all times, react to all interest you get" he then stroked around my mouth. "This stubble, grow it out as a goaty. Not to much. Make it a sign"
"A sign of what Sir?"
"A sign that combined with your cap, wrist straps and general dumb nature that you're nothing than a helpless whore". His tone was exceptionally firm, exceptionally straight forward. "Now, suck my cock".
To be honest after the slapping, the verbal abuse and the instructions on how my look to the world would be modified I was relieved to sink to my knees and take his delicious cock into my mouth. It was the second time today and it genuinely calmed me down. Refocused all of my attention simply on to him, his pleasure, his moans. I teased his cock head over and over. Of course at the time I had no real understanding of the simple conditioning technique he was using. He'd unleashed me into an alien environment, chastised me for it first with his silent treatment and then with the reaction when I arrived and now dealt forgiveness by letting me suck him. It was awesome manipulation.
I clearly was working some magic as a few minutes in there was a "I'm going to cum" and Jeff nutting into my mouth and grinning.
The taste of his cum actually made me groan with pleasure, let's face it it's not the tastiest thing but the sheer power of it made up for everything.
I stayed the night, obviously getting fucked but as I left on the Sunday Jeff looked me over on the doorstep. T-shirt, jeans, he'd additionally instructed me to wear my boots all the time under my jeans, my cap on back to front and my wrist straps.
"Don't forget, play up to any interest and attention you get and I'll see you Friday. It's time to take you to Maximum Use"
My bus ride home was uneventful except for the guy who'd looked at me before being on again. As he got off he looked over and I gave him a cheeky smile and a little wink. His face lit up like his day was made and he got off the bus.
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