This is a continuing story that depicts sex acts between men. It is graphic in nature and should NOT be read by minors. So, please leave if the shoe fits.
Bob's Boy-Toy (part 10)
(This last part of my story is not sexual by nature, but needs to be told. So, please bear with me, as I relate our final episode.)
Now that I have been with Bob, full time for about 8 months; a year, totally, our relationship seems to be changing some. He seems to be more caring and less demanding of me; my clothes are somewhat on the risque side, still very feminine, but not near as slutty as before; I'm rarely pimped to other men; my body still seems to be "plumping up", even more-so (I found out shortly, that I had been taking hormones, disguised as vitamins, now, for over 8 months. This was the reason for the feminine changes in my body.); my little clitty doesn't get hard very much, even though I am just as turned on by him; we have settled into more of a routine, now; and I feel I'm being treated more like an equal than a slave. This change, of course didn't happen overnight, and appears to be something he did not plan. He would have gone on, with the dom/sub relationship forever, (I know I would have), but, something happened, to change his thinking. I don't know, yet, what it is, but plan to find out.
I have been thinking back, to the many escapades we have shared, and haven't been able to pinpoint the reason. We have had some wild times, together, me being used by as many as 15 men in one setting, or some very erotic one-on-one sex acts which were filmed and shown to many others. One time he put a film of me, being filled at both ends, begging for more. The proverbial cumshots brought applause from the people watching, and they cheered for an "encore performance". Bob, of course made sure they got what they asked for, as two of the big, black men fucked me silly, at both ends, for a long time, finally pulling out, and cumming all over my face. I had to leave the jizz on my face, the rest of the night.
When I woke up this morning, in his bed, he was gone, which surprised me, as I usually get to drink down his piss, as soon as I awaken. As a matter of fact, he wakes me up, with his pee-hard-on, forcing himself into my mouth and letting loose a gusher of his salty, yellow fluid. I, of course, suck it down, hoping to be able to suck him off, when he has finished peeing.
Sometimes I do, and sometimes he just gets up, and we start our day.
Well, as mentioned, this morning, he wasn't in the bed. I thought this was strange, so , after going to the bathroom, slipped on a one of my silky short robes, and went downstairs. He was just sitting in the kitchen, calmly drinking a cup of coffee, staring out the window in the family room. "Good morning , sir" I said, as I cheerfully walked in, gave him a kiss, as I knelt in front of him. He looked me deep in the eyes, and said, "Little one, I have something to tell you. I've been trying to find the words, and the courage to inform you of this problem." I looked at him, seeing the pain in his eyes, as he relayed his horrific message to me.
"I'm dying, and I only have a few months to live, now. I have pancreatic cancer, have had it for about 4 months now, and it's catching up with me. Their is nothing anyone can do, as it's completely inoperable, and untreatable." I fell to the floor, shocked by his words, and started to cry, sobbing my disbelief at his situation. "Oh, master, please don't tell me such a thing. I need you here, with me, to guide me, and keep me."
"I know, but, that won't be. You'll have to be strong, and help me and yourself get thru this", he said, as he stoked my hair in a comforting way.
"Be strong?", I yelled. "I don't know how to be strong. You have been my strength, my master, my reason for living. You satisfy all my wants, needs and desires. You can't leave me now." I was uncontrollably trembling, my mind and body not knowing how to deal with this.
He knew this would be my reaction, and didn't want to tell me. He had reached a point, though, in his physical being, that he had to, as the symptoms would become obvious soon. Now, I knew why his demeanor had changed. He didn't want me to be his slave, anymore, he wanted a lover, a friend, a confidant in his last days on this earth.
His quiet conversation continued, "Ross, this disease has changed me, and it must change you, too. We have been a good pair, a great pair, but, now we need to be a couple. I need you to be by my side, as an equal, my spouse, not my slave. Your future will depend on how strong you are, and how well you adapt to this horrible situation. My future is a certainty, but, yours is still unknown. How you deal with this will affect you, for the rest of your life. You have been a good slave, performing outlandishly for me and my friends, doing anything I have told , ordered , and demanded that you do, all without question, on your part. You have been humiliated, beyond my wildest expectations, used sexually by literally hundreds of men, all because I have said that do so. Well, now my final order to you is ' I'm asking, not telling you to listen and react to me..."
I heard his voice, but the words were a blur. His calmness was offset by my hysteria. "Who will guide me now? Who will be my master? How can I go on? I need you!!!!!!!" With that, I lay on the floor, balling like a baby. I was in shock, and didn't want to listen to his reasonable thoughts. How can he be so calm?
Bob knew he had shocked me, by telling me his fate. But, he also knew, in his wisdom, that he had to tell me with all of the powerful calmness he could muster. From his point of view, he had accomplished his task. For me, I would not get over this revelation for quite some time, a long time after his death, as a matter of fact. I did, however finally understand him, and his changing attitude towards me, in the last month or two, and totally admired the way he had admitted that he loved me. I vowed to do my best to accomplish his wish, maybe his final wish. That must have been a very difficult realization for him to come to grips with. I mean, he was my master, dominating me anyway and anyhow he wanted. Now, he was to be my equal, my peer, my sincerest love.
Coming back to reality, that day, was a very difficult thing for me to do, as I could only think of not having his beautiful, hard, veined, delicious, powerful cock using my body as it wanted. The next few months and for the rest of my life, would be barren to this magnificent male member. I know I'm being selfish, here, but it's the way I felt about losing him. He has been my life, my savior, my reliable strength, the complete entity, and now, he wouldn't be there, at all. You see, he had made me so totally dependent on him to guide me, through life. Don't get me wrong, I allowed him, in a way to do this, due to my nature. His cock had started the whole thing, a year ago, when he took my anal cherry, making me HIS. Our relationship had blossomed from there, him dominating me, and me submitting to his every whim and desire. So, the loss of that cock was the natural basis for my first reaction to his news.
In the next few months, however, with some rare exceptions, I became totally celibate. I had sex with him just a few times, and never with anyone else. Our sex wasn't just sex, either, it was a pure sensual, loving, act, guided by our new-found relationship. We had grown to a deep and understanding love, by that point. Sex almost was a taboo, something he and I both decided, "together". Ours was to be a coupled relationship, now, without all of the fetishes involved, anymore. It was a simple, natural, adaptable switch for us, that was accomplished very quickly.
I won't go through all of the sordid details of his last days on earth, as that would be a distortion of thoughts in my mind, entirely too painful to relay, here on paper. For any of you, who have had to deal with a loved one going through this, will completely understand. He has left me very comfortable, financially, and a much better person, who will, at some point be able to take his life to another level. My submissive inner being is still here, inside me, but I also have developed some sense of worth, that has changed my thinking on how to deal with some of life's opportunities. I cherish Bob's affect on me!
Again, as usual, please let me know what you all think, and thanx for reading. Lbhman1@aol.com
P.S. I might continue later, with flashbacks.