Commander Dick - Part Four The Big House by Apussyboy
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I was still very upset and worked up after my verbal excoriation by Dick's father in the drawing room of the Stanton family mansion. Even the hug Dick now gave me did not stop me from shaking, and my vision was still blurred by my tears. But my little pecker was standing up in my pants, stimulated by the shame I had been made to feel so forcefully by Harold Stanton, Dick's father, with his overbearing manner, the withering looks he gave me, and the harsh lecture to which he had subjected me. I was relieved to be out of that somber room with its dark wood paneling where I had been summarily called on the carpet and verbally castigated as a thief and a low-class offender.
I could still see Mr. Stanton standing over me and looking down on me. He was handsome in a fierce and arrogant way. He was obviously used to controlling and dominating all those over whom by fate and fortune he had come to have power. I wondered if perhaps even my Commander Dick might sometimes fear this imposing man who I was sure was used to having everything his way or else there would be hell to pay.
There was no doubt in my mind that I would do everything Harold Stanton had ordered me to do, even to confessing to my own parents how I had stolen Dick's watch and how I now had to quit school and go to live as a servant for Dick Stanton, and perhaps for the rest of the Stanton family as well, in the big house that stood like a fortress on the highest hill that looked down upon our town. I was going there as a criminal in shame as if I were going off to prison, and worst of all I now knew I really was guilty. Dick had told me I was a thief and by now I believed this story with all my heart. But what was even crazier, when I thought of myself as having fallen into a pit of degradation and as being made to answer to names like 'faggot', 'cocksucker', 'bitch', 'girlfriend' , and now 'thief' it got me so sexually excited I could hardly stand it. Nothing seemed to turn me on like humiliation and the anticipation of getting punished.
Dick took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears from my eyes. Then he took my hand and held it fast as he led me up a massive marble staircase to the second floor of the mansion. The way Dick held my hand and compelled me to go with him where he willed it made me feel like a small child, or a girl submitting to an overbearing boyfriend's will.
I followed Dick into a bedroom that I knew had to be his. There were pictures of Mickey Mantle and Joe DiMaggio and a NY Yankees pennant on one wall. While on another wall, Playboy centerfolds of nude women, that must have been a turn-on for Dick to look at, had been pinned up.
" Are you surprised by the pictures on my wall? Well, don't be! I'm not a fucking queer like you, faggot. As you can see I like girls. That's why, amongst other things you have to be one for me when I want you to be. I'm not at all interested in what you got between your legs, bitch, but you better love my cock because, even though there are lots of ways you are going to be of use to your Commander Dick...you being of service to my prick, your other commander dick, will always be of utmost importance. And I think it's cool treating you like a girl, taking your manhood away from you makes me feel even more strongly how much you belong to me. You still love being my bitch, don't you, Raymond?"
'Yes, Sir. You know I do".
"Well, that's great, because it's time you gave me head again, bitch. Undo my belt and open up my pants, you slut!......Now pull 'em down and my briefs too.....That's good. Now suck my cock, you cunt!
I began to give Commander Dick another blow job. I really got into sucking his cock and licking his balls. At one point I looked.up into his face as I was sucking his cock. He was looking down at me with an intense, serious expression on his face.....but suddenly his expression changed. There was a grin and his eyes were twinkling. He raised up one arm and shot me a bird, his middle finger pointing upwards in the universally recognized sign for 'fuck you'
My own little dick shot up almost instantly as if to mimic Dick's finger. For some reason I always got turned on when a guy gave me the finger.
"That's for you, bitch!", Dick said with a smirk on his face, and he took his fuck finger and started rubbing it across my forehead, and then up and down each side of my nose. He poked my chin with it, and then pressed it into each one of my cheeks hard enough to hurt, before rubbing it across my lips. I had released his prick from my mouth almost without realizing it and was following Dick's middle finger with my eyes. almost as if it was one of those pendants mesmerizers swing in front of the eyes of a subject they are attempting to hypnotize. As I followed his finger with my eyes, it seemed to me that I could feel Commander Dick's power surge through my body as if it were electricity. Nothing else in the world mattered to me at that moment. I was frozen in time with my gaze focused like a laser beam on my Master, my King, Lord of the Universe, my Commander Dick.
Dick rubbed his fuck finger across my lips harder than the first time, and then pushed it between my lips and into my mouth. "Suck my fuck finger just like it's another prick, faggot. That's it, get it nice and wet". Dick shoved that finger in and out of my mouth, just as if he were fucking my face with it.....Then he pulled it out, and made me suck on his other middle finger, while he moved the first one to the crack in my ass, and started rubbing it against my hole, until finally he began pushing it inside me.
"I bet this is the the first time my girl gets finger fucked...Well, you better get used to it, bitch, because right now its my fuck finger being shoved up your pussy, but pretty soon it will be my big, stiff prick fucking your hot hole".
My virgin hole was very tight, and it hurt a lot at first to have Dick poking his finger up inside it. I thought about what he had just said about how he was going to fuck me. I couldn't imagine how I could take his prick inside me, when it was so difficult getting fucked by Dick's finger.....But after a while it stopped hurting. It started to feel really nice having Dick work that finger in and out of my asshole. Then, he added a second finger, and went through the same process. Dick was beginning to open up my asshole and get it stretched out in anticipation of shoving his cock up my butt, and giving me a real ass fucking.
Dick added a third finger and then a fourth before he finished finger fucking my ass, which he kept referring to as if he were really talking about a girl's vagina. "Your pussy is nice and wet after all the fucking I've been doing with my fingers, bitch. Nothing like a good pre-fuck with a guy's hand to get a bitch ready for her boyfriend's big prick. But just to make sure you are lubed up good enough before I pop your cherry, I'm going to shove some Vaseline up inside your pussy so my dick will slip inside you nice and easy".
Dick kept talking like I really was a girl. Of course there was no cherry to pop, and I rather doubted his cock, which was now as hard as a steel rod, was going to just slip inside my ass, but I did appreciate the verbal reassurances Dick gave me, as well as the extra lubrication to make the first fucking I ever got a little easier.
Before Dick stuck his finger into the Vaseline jar, he began to rub that fuck finger in my face again. This time it was a more obscene and humiliating act than the first time because I could smell my own ass juices on Dick's finger from the recent finger fucking he had given me. He also pushed against my face harder with his finger than he had the first time and called me names like 'slut', 'pussy' and 'whore' while he was doing it. But it was even more humiliating when Dick insisted I open up my mouth and made me suck the ass slime off not only his middle finger, but each one of the other fingers he had stuck up my ass.
"Tastes good, doesn't it bitch? I had to get my fingers clean before I dipped them in the Vaseline. But I bet you like your eating the slop from your own pussy. Not as sweet and delicious as Commander Dick's cum, but still something good for a bitch like you to eat. Just to be sure....which would you rather eat...the pussy juice from your faggot ass or my dick snot?"
"I'd rather eat your cum anytime, Sir"
"Why...because it tastes good or because it's stuff that comes from me?"
"Mostly because it comes from you, Sir. It's almost like you made it special just for me. If it comes from you and you give it to me....I really have to appreciate it, Sir".
"Is that right? Close your eyes and open your mouth wide, bitch!"
I did what Dick said, and felt his hot breath on my face as his mouth came close to mine. I thought he was about to kiss me.
"You can open your eyes now', Dick said, and as I looked into his face, I saw him pull in his cheeks and pucker up his lips just before....he spit a big glob into my mouth. "Eat that, bitch. That slimey wad of spit also comes from me, faggot. Swish it around in your mouth so you get the full flavor of my spit....Good little bitch! Now swallow that spit I made especially for my faggot girlfriend!"
I was surprised When Dick spit in my mouth, and I know I should have been revolted. How can somebody take having a guy spit in his mouth and then follow orders to swish it around and get the full taste of it, and then have to gulp it down; and all without gagging and retching and getting sick. I was thinking to myself how horrible and disgusting it was to have to eat spit, while at the same time getting another erection from having Dick degrade me like that. And, to be honest, I didn't really mind the taste of Dick's spit. A wave of shame rolled over me, as I thought about how much of a lowlife I must be that I not only did not object to Dick spitting in my mouth, but that my prick even got stiff. How sick was that...me getting excited by a guy not just spitting on me but directly into my mouth. That was so gross!
I guess Dick noticed the frown I had on my face, and knew that I was upset by what had just happened. "You'll be swallowing at lot more of my spit...and more of my cum. You will take whatever I give you and not just like it, but love it, because your Master made it and gives it to you. Anything that comes from me is a treasure, and don't you ever forget that bitch. Now turn back around! I'll put a pillow underneath you so your ass will stick right up in the air. It's time my girlfriend gets a good fucking."
Dick positioned himself so he could put the head of his dick right up next to my asshole, and started to push his cock against it. Even after the finger fucking, my hole was closed real tight. It didn't want to let Dick's prick inside. Dick told me to relax and push outwards to meet his cock as he pushed inwards, and it did actually make it easier. His dick began to penetrate beyond my sphincter. "Don't worry, I'll take things slow. I know it's your first time getting screwed, but once you can take it I'll fuck your brains out"
Dick kept both sides of that promise. He pushed his cock in a ways and then part of the way out again, giving my butt hole time to loosen up some; and then he would push it in a bit more, until it was finally in all the way and I had acknowledged that it was finally starting to feel pretty good while he rested with his hard cock buried in my hole. Dick laid on my back. I could feel his hot breath on my neck....and then, he really started to ride me, pulling his prick almost all the way out and then plunging it deep inside. He began to pump it in and out more and more rapidly, slamming his big balls against my butt every time he shoved his cock all the way in. His breathing got heavier and faster and finally Dick's whole body stiffened as he shot spurt after spurt of hot cream up inside me. When he finally pulled out, I knew I had been fucked. I didn't know it then but my asshole would be sore for several days after. Dick made me suck his cock clean, and
use my tongue to wash his balls and pubic hair, but once I did that he let me lay with my head resting on his shoulder until we were both rested up, and then he told me to dress him. "You're my servant now, Raymond, so dressing me is one of your duties".
I sat on the end of the bed and pulled first one sock, then the other onto Dick's feet. Then I picked up Dick's boxer shorts off the floor and slid them up Dick's body. When they reached his ass, I put my hands under his butt to help lift it up off the bed, so I could slide his shorts the rest of the way up. After that I helped Dick put on his jeans and his t-shirt; and finally, I put on his sneakers for him and laced them up. When Dick was all dressed, he ordered me to put my clothes on too. It was time, Dick told me, to show me around a little more.
First, he showed me his bathroom, which was bigger than my bedroom at home. It had a marble floor and a sunken bathtub the size of a small swimming pool. I noticed all the fixtures were gold, or at least gold plated. It was the most beautiful bathroom I had ever seen.
Then, Dick showed me the large walk-in closet where all his clothes were hung. I noticed that there were dozens of pairs of pants, and a least one hundred shirts. There were many suits and sports jackets too. But what caught my eye most where the shoes. There were several pair of designer sneakers, at least a dozen pair of loafers and dress shoes in different styles and colors, and all kinds of boots. There were engineering and motorcycle boots, dessert boots, and five or six pair of cowboy boots. There were even jack boots and Doc Marten's. I couldn't help telling Dick how impressed I was by his boot collection.
"That's cool", he answered, "because you are going to be in charged of cleaning and polishing all those boots, and my shoes too. You are going to be both my shoe shine boy....and my bootlicker; but there will be time enough for that. I have one more place to show you".
Dick led me out of the closet and over to another door in his room that looked like it might be yet another closet. Dick took his key ring out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
"This is a very special place, Raymond. It's your new room", Dick said as he opened the door. Then, he gave me an unexpected shove into the room. "This is your place in this house; your slave quarters or your cell. Notice how appropriately its furnished."
I looked around. There wasn't much in the way of furniture, and the walls were all painted gray. The floor was made up of large, square ceramic tiles; also gray, although a lighter shade than the walls. The bed was nothing but a metal shelf suspended from the wall by chains with a thin mattress placed over it and a green army blanket folded up on one end and a pillow at the other. The was a small plain wooden chest of drawers on one wall, and a wooden school desk with attached seat on another wall. Above the chest, a large unframed photo of Commander Dick had been hung on the wall. The picture had been positioned so that Commander Dick was staring across the room at the metal bunk with a severe, piercing glance. I noticed, though, that no matter where you were in the room the eyes in Dick's picture would follow you. In one corner of the room there was a toilet and a sink. I could visualize Commander Dick staring down from the wall at me even while I
was sitting on the toilet.
There were no windows in this cell, which really looked as uncomfortable and uninviting as any prison cell I could imagine. Although, by the bare light bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling I could see that however stark the room was, at least clean in the way better kept up institutions can be; complete with at he pungent smell of disinfectant.
"I hope you like your new home, Raymond. You even have a nice, big picture of your Commander Dick to add some atmosphere. It also gives you something to meditate on. Do you like it?"
"The picture is wonderful, Sir, and the accommodations are no more than a thief deserves".
"Right, asshole! I wanted you to feel as if you were in jail; but I also wanted you to have a nice quiet place away from the distractions of the world where you would be able to focus your thoughts and fantasies on your Commander Dick. that's why there is no TV or radio in your cell. there isn't even a clock or a window to stare out from. It doesn't matter whether there is anything going on outside, or even whether its night or day....for my slave there is nothing important to focus attention on except the all powerful, all consuming Dick.
I think I will leave you here for a while so can get more intimately acquainted with your new quarters. There is a lot that needs to sink in! I'll see you later, faggot. Ta Ta!"
Almost before i knew it, Dick was out the door and I heard the key turn in the lock. I was alone in my cell in the big house.
(End of Part Four. Please contact the author with your comments or whatever at apussyboy4u@yahoo.com )