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From Part 5:
"Well, little bitch, every time I look at you and see cum on your face, I know whose bitch you are, so I like seeing it on you."
"Well, that's what counts, sir. I like pleasing you, daddy."
"I know, boy, I know." And I got up to take a nice warm shower.
Part 6:
That was a great weekend with Cody, and he learned quite a bit about what it meant to be a real man's bitch. Of course, there was still a lot to learn, but the next lessons had to wait until the next time we got together.
And that next time turned out to be a couple of weeks later in Dallas where I got us a motel room for the weekend. Cody was going to expand his limits again, this time by obeying my orders even if they weren't necessarily fun...
I had told Cody to be at my room at 8 pm the Friday night I got in, wearing jeans with a pair of pink women's panties on underneath and nothing else. He was also to wear his nipple clamps (a nice pair linked together with a chain from ExtremeRestraints) and a tight T-shirt over them. I had brought with me a leather collar that I would also put on him when he came in.
He came in looking somewhat uncomfortable already since the outline of the nipple clamps and chain were clearly visible underneath his black T-shirt. He came in and I met him with a long, wet kiss, my tongue all over inside his little bitch mouth, my hands rubbing up against the clamps on his nipples, grabbing them through the T-shirt and pulling them. I've told you before that his tits are attached directly to his cock, so between the kiss and the nipple-play he got hard in no time. When I could feel his rod pressing up against me, I moved one of my hands down to his jeans and grabbed his dick through the pants, rubbing it up and down. He got even harder and started moaning.
I broke the kiss and said, "On your knees, bitch boi." He immediately dropped to his knees, with his legs spread at an angle so there was plenty of room for me to move in close. I unzipped my pants (I wasn't wearing underwear) and brought out my cock, which was already plumping up. I grabbed the base of my cock and smacked his face with it a couple of times while he kept his mouth open, waiting for my face-fuck. Pretty soon, I shoved my dick in that hot, wet mouth and let him slurp all over it.
While he was doing that, I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a narrow leather ring (like a dog collar, but narrower) and clasped it around my little bitch's neck. It had an inline lock in the back like some necklaces do. Once it was in place, I gave it a tug to make sure it was secure. He opened his eyes and looked up at me when I did that, though he still kept up his wonderful sucking motion on my dick.
I pulled my stiff cock out of his mouth, and it was so fucking hot because my bitch wanted me so bad that there was more drool than usual, not just on my cock, but dripping from his open mouth when I pulled out. I pulled on the leather collar to get him to stand up, and holy shit, his cock was hard. I love to make my bitch want me so bad!
Anyway, I stuffed my cock back in my pants but couldn't zip them up yet without risking a serious personal injury LOL. I unsnapped the top button of his jeans and worked his zipper open a couple of inches, which exposed the bright pink color of the panties inside. A nice picture: a tight black tee with obvious nipple clamps and a chain underneath, black jeans unzipped and unsnapped at the front, showing a bright pink triangle with a massive tent in the silky material. Embarrassing for him, but hot for me! I rubbed his dick through the underwear, causing him to moan, the dick to get harder, and a big wet spot to show up on the underwear—which was really obvious, btw, as the underwear got darker when wet LOL.
"OK, little bitch, it's time to go eat."
"Yessir," Cody said and started to try to zip up his pants.
"Oh, no, little bitch. You look fine just the way you are, you horny slut." I might have smirked a little when I said that.
He blenched, and started to talk: "But sir, I.."
I slapped his cheek gently to shut him up. "Cody, you are dressed exactly the way I want you to be. Now let's go to your car. You're driving us out to dinner."
He swallowed visibly. His whole body drooped (well, except for his dick, of course). "Yessir."
I smiled in amusement. Yeah, I felt a twinge of sympathy for him, but he wanted to be my bitch, to be totally mine, to please me in all ways. He needed to learn to obey even when it wasn't fun. And I could tell that embarrassing as the evening was going to be, he was also going to enjoy it. After all, even with the rest of his body slumping, his dick was still pointing straight up in that hot pink triangle.
I followed him out of the hotel room and down to his car. We got in in silence, and he started the engine. I leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth again, plunging my tongue into his mouth, darting it all around, and rubbing my hand up and down his cock. He moaned a lot and squirmed in his seatbelt. I finally broke the kiss and settled back in the passenger seat. The wet spot on his panties was noticeably bigger.
Cody carefully avoided looking at me as he backed out of the parking lot and into the street. He drove us to Crews Inn where I decided we'd get some snacks at the bar. He spent a lot longer than necessary getting out of the car and locking it, so I came around to his side and grabbed his face in one hand, forcing him to look straight in my eyes.
"Cody. You are my bitch. That means you will do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. It does not matter in the least whether you enjoy it or not. You will do it because it pleases me. Got that, bitch?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. But look down at your cock, boy. However embarrassed you think you are at going out dressed like a slut, your dick tells a different story."
I let go of his face, and he glanced down. Even in the relatively dim light of the parking lot, I could tell he blushed. I swatted him on the ass and said, "Move it."
We got to the door of the club and he held it open for me. As we walked across the room to the bar, a tall, well-built guy came over and asked for ID. I felt like saying, "You have to be kidding," but I realized it was Cody's age that was in doubt, not mine. We both passed muster and went to the bar. I ordered a gin and tonic for me, and Cody had a beer. I made him turn around and face the room after his beer came. His face looked like he hated it, but his dick never went soft. And realistically, most people didn't give a fuck. One drunk thirty-something came by, saw his crotch, and tried to rub it. Cody grabbed his hand and said, "Don't touch me."
The drunk tried to get pissy and said, "I'll touch whatever I want, panty-boy. You're just a fucking faggot-bitch."
I reached over and grabbed his arm and squeezed it hard. "He's my bitch, asshole, and I'm not sharing. Fuck off." The drunk yelped and slunk off when I let go. Cody flashed a shaky smile at me.
I gave Cody a minute to settle down and told him to finish his beer. He did, and I said, "Follow me, boi."
I headed back for the men's room, Cody following me like a puppy. We got in and went up to adjacent urinals on a long wall of them. I fished my cock out and said, "OK, little bitch. Do you want my piss, or shall I use this thing?" He looked shocked and stuttered a bit. "I'll take that as a no, then, shall I?" and laughed. I started pissing, and Cody stared at it, mesmerized, I suppose thinking it might have been his mouth instead of the pisser that was getting filled up. A guy at the next urinal over had laughed at the interaction and then spoke up.
"I'll take that for you, dude, if your bitch doesn't want it."
I stopped the flow and turned to stare at him. He was a thirty-something, about 6 ft 2" tall, a little husky, in jeans, cowboy boots, and a tight black tee. Unlike with Cody, though, you couldn't see anything but the nubs of his nips under his tee. I looked him up and down, and said in a sharp voice, "Oh?" He blushed and dropped to his knees, then opened his mouth.
Looking down at the floor, he said, "Please, sir, let me have your piss."
"Why should I, bitch?"
"I know I'm just a piss-bitch, sir, and don't deserve anything from a real man like you, but please, sir??"
I stood looking at him, realizing that the guy who'd been washing his hands at the sink had also started staring at the scene. I didn't look back over at Cody, but I was pretty sure he was in shock.
After a moment, I said, "Awright, bitch, you can have it. But you're paying for this later, got it?" And at the last line, I grabbed his face in my right hand and made him look at me.
The cowboy looked both nervous and relieved, and said, "Yessir, thank you, sir."
I put the tip of my cock in his mouth and tried to relax enough to piss. If you haven't done that before, it's not all that easy when you've just had to shut off the flow. But I finally got it going, and when it started the cowboy closed his lips around my dick and just held it there, swallowing when his mouth got full. He'd clearly done this before.
When I finished, I pulled my dick out of his mouth and wiped it off on his hair.
"Thank you sir," the cowboy said. After a few seconds he started to get up.
"You're not finished yet, piss-boy. Stay on your knees, cunt."
"Yessir."
"Cody, get over here." He did, and I told him to open his jeans all the way and take his cock out. It was still rock hard. To the cowboy, I said, "Suck my little bitch here, but don't let him cum."
The cowboy gobbled down Cody's dick and started working on it with his mouth. They guy at the sink was still staring at us, but he clearly was excited by what he saw. I spoke over to him, "You want some of this too?"
"Um, fuck yeah. I mean, yessir," he said. So I told him to get over here and kneel down. He did, and I let him start sucking my prick, licking off the piss left over from my session with the cowboy, while the cowboy was deepthroating Cody. "If he comes, cowboy, I'm gonna strip you naked and whip your ass til it's so red you can't sit down," I warned him.
"Ummmh" he said around the dick in his mouth.
I heard the door swing open but didn't really pay attention since the guy on my cock was starting to deepthroat me. Pretty soon, though, I saw Cody's face swivel around, so I looked myself. We'd started to collect an audience, with two guys standing there between us and the door, their dicks in their hands, jerking up and down while they watched the suck show. Now, the clubs don't always like this much activity going on in the men's rooms-that's what the back patios were for.
So, I pulled my cock out and said, "Let's take this show outside, boys." Cody pulled his cock out of the cowboy's mouth, and it was throbbing, bobbing up and down as the drool slid down the shaft. He stuffed his dick back in his underwear and zipped up a little way. He didn't even try to button the jeans, though whether that's cause he knew I would smack him if he did or because the jeans wouldn't close over his throbber.
I shoved my cock back in my jeans and buttoned the top (my pants aren't as tight as Cody's) but didn't try the zip for fear of catching something (if ya know what I mean). I spun Cody around and we left the men's room, heading for the patio. It was dark outside, so we maneuvered our way through the smoke haze into one of the darker spots, behind some potted bamboos. The cowboy had followed like a hound behind a bitch in heat (which, now I come to think of it, is pretty much what Cody was LOL), but apparently my sucker had second thoughts once my dick was out of his mouth. Crap.
I unzipped my fly and told the cowboy to start sucking me. Cody looked on, playing with his dick through the silk panties, moving his hand up and down the smooth, shiny material. The cowboy took me all the way in, fast, and was sucking me with great vigor, back and forth, my cock soon covered in his spit.
I pulled out and told the cowboy to get back on my bitch's rod again. When he started to kneel down to do it, I said, "Nope, just bend over, cowboy, I'm gonna ride me some cowboy ass while you suck my bitch."
He unsnapped his jeans and wiggled them down, showing me a nice ass framed by a black jock. With his jeans down around his knees, he rubbed his jock-covered junk and then grabbed Cody's jeans and pulled `em down. He paused a minute when he saw the pink panties (and that was a sight, let me tell you, to see this masculine guy in a tight black tee and pink panties!), but then shrugged and yanked them down too, letting Cody's hard dick flop out. He then swallowed down Cody's cock and resumed sucking all up and down my bitch's cock. I was playing with his asshole with one hand while I slowly jacked my own rock-hard prick with the other.
I reached down into my pants pocket and pulled out some lube and squirted it on the cowboy cunt and used two fingers to rub it all around and into his pussy. I dropped the lube and reached down into my other pocket for a Magnum. Holding the foil packet in one hand, I ripped it open with my teeth, all the while fingerfucking the hot cowboy that was sucking my bitch. I removed my fingers from his ass, causing him to groan around Cody's cock. The cowboy was rubbing his jock with one hand while holding on to Cody's hip with the other, all the while his mouth moving up and down the hard cock. I put the Magnum on my 7 " cock and rubbed it down with the lubed-up hand I'd been using to fingerfuck the cowboy, then put the head of my dick against his hole and pushed. Holding on to his hips with both hands, I pulled the cowboy back slowly onto my cock while Cody pressed his hips forward to keep his dick in the cowboy's front end.
The cowboy was clearly used to being fucked because while his hole wasn't loose or sloppy, my dick slid in slowly and smoothly. Once I was seated all the way to the pubes and he could feel my balls slap against his ass, I started stroking my way in and out of the hot cowboy pussy. Or should I say cow-pussy LOL. In and out, holding onto his hips with one hand, reaching around and playing with some very upright nips with the other, pinching, squeezing, rolling those nipples, and feeling his cunt muscles clench around my cock every time I squeezed down especially hard.
Meanwhile, Cody is moaning-my bitch is much more used to being the suck-er than the suck-ee. I slap the cowboy's ass, hard (which only made him moan again, btw), and told him, "Don't you let that boy cum, dammit!" Yeah, right.
Next thing I know, I hear Cody shout, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" and he's pulling his dick out of the cowboy's mouth. Cum is shooting all over the cowboy's face and he's spitting up some, so I figure some of Cody's goo got partway down his throat. Shit! Now, I don't mind Cody cumming, but goddammit, I'd told that cowboy bitch twice not to let Cody cum, and he'd done it anyway.
I pulled out of the guy's ass, grabbed his shirt with my hands, and slammed him up against the nearby wall. "You mother-fucker. What the fuck did I tell you about letting that bitch cum, huh?" The cowboy sort of shuddered. I slammed him against the wall again. "Well, you fuckin bitch? What the fuck did I tell you?"
He looked down, around, anywhere except at me and said in a low voice, "You told me not to let him cum or you'd whip me til I couldn't sit down."
"That's right, fucker, I did. And what did you go and do?"
"I let him cum."
I slapped his face hard with one hand.
"I let him cum, SIR," he corrected.
"And so, what should I do with you, fucker?"
"You should take me home and whip my ass til I can't sit down, SIR."
Hmm. Well, that actually sounded like fun. And Cody probably needed to see some rougher stuff before I tried any of it on him, so...
"OK, cowboy, you just won the prize. Pull your pants up and let's go take care of that ass of yours."