I thought about this for a bit, then said, "Bobby will you fuck me."
"Right here? Right now? Right here out in the open where there is a possibility, but not a probability of being observed?" I just kept nodding and saying yes. "You really want this?"
"Yes, but only if YOU want it." I looked down, "If you don't like doing it, or you don't like doing it to me, then no, I don't want you to do it. But I do want you inside of me." I still couldn't believe that I would be asking for that, but I was. And my cock throbbed as thought about the possibility.
Bobby stood by the car for a moment, then pulled off his shirts, undid his pants and unzipped them. Then he walked over to me, his cock swelling as he moved towards me. He pushed me back against the hood of the car. He raised my legs onto his biceps and licked my hole while he tweaked my nipples. I thought I was going to jump out of my skin! Wow, what a sensation! No wonder he liked it so much.
He only spent a second or two there, but then moved his head up and nibbled on one of my nipples while his hands moved down and into my ass. He wiggled his finger around until he found my prostate, that special spot and started pressing on it! My cock started jumping and pouring out precum. He took some of that and smeared in on his cock and then some on my hole as he removed the finger.
Then he lined up and started pushing the head of his cock into my ass. I closed my eyes as he eased the length of his cock into my ass. "No, open your eyes and look at me. I want you to see me as I fuck your ass. I want to see in your eyes what you are feeling. My knees were along my torso as he leaned over me, keeping his face just inches from mine. I know my eyes widened as he pushed his cock into me as far as it would go. He was literally filling me up.
He gave a little thrust at the end to impale me completely. He flexed his cock in my ass and watched my eyes as he did. Then he slowly drew out his cock and stopped when he saw my eyes changed as he hit that spot in my ass. Then he took little strokes back and forth with the head of his cock over that spot, driving me crazy.
"You like that?" He asked and he breath as he spoke was in my face and I inhaled. I smelled Bobby from the inside out.
"Yes, Sir, I do." I said, still fighting in my mind about what this meant about me.
He smiled and leaned in closer and locked onto my eyes. He continued his short strokes for a bit, then started longer strokes. But his eyes never left mine as he pistoned himself in and out of my ass. I kept clamping down on his cock with my ass increasing the friction in my ass and I hoped increasing his pleasure.
He kept up the slow fucking of me for what seemed hours, but was probably 10 - 15 minutes. It was beginning to have an affect on me. It was driving me crazy. The feeling began to intensify in my ass with each stroke. I began to moan and tried to move my ass, but I couldn't.
Bobby changed his position a bit and the angle of penetration change and intensified the feeling on my prostate. My mouth was open wide now, but I didn't close my eyes at the intense pleasure. I felt my body trembling, partially from holding the position, but also from what I knew was coming.
He leaned in and forced his tongue between my lips and explored my mouth. I felt breathless again. He kissed me!
I could see his expression change as he broke the kiss and feel his body tense. He focused his thrusting on that spot driving me to the edge as well. He kept it up, increasing the speed and friction on that spot and I heard him breath in through his teeth and knew he was close.
A moan began slow in his throat and built almost to a howl as he sped up and then thrust deep into my ass. And I felt the first blast of his hot cum in my ass. That did it and I began blasting myself, all over Bobby's chest and my own.
He kept up deep thrust which each blast grunting with each thrust. They began to get less intensive. And his pace slowed. But his eyes never left mine. Sweat dripped off of his forehead onto mine. Then he stayed there with his cock still deep in me and said, "Did you like that?"
I started to nod and then caught my breath and said, "Yes! Sir!"
"You like being fucked by a man?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Have a man's cock blasting up your ass?"
"Yes, Sir." My intensity of answers was tapering off. His continued questioning was bring me back to reality. The fog of lust was clearing and I again was aware of my position and what it said about me.
"Feeling his hot cum flood your ass?" his eyes were still searching mine.
"Yes, Sir," and then I swallowed and asked, "Did you like fucking me, Sir?"
I was watching his eyes now, and he answered, "Yes, davey boy, I did."
Emotion welled through me and came out through my eyes. I was debasing myself, humiliating myself, letting myself be dominated by this man, and I knew that it had an effect on me. I was changing, but it was important that I pleased this man. That I did something that he liked. That I might possibly be worthy of him.
He looked from one eye to the other and saw the tears forming there. He reached up and wiped them away. Then he moved back from me and began to lower my legs, but he didn't remove himself from me. He continued to look me in the eyes and then I felt a new warmth flood my ass. It took me a moment to realize he was pissing in my ass. Filling my guts with his warm fluids, mixing with his cum in my ass.
He kept going for several moments and then he said, "I am pulling out, do not let anything leak out." He backed away from me and lowered my legs completely then, until my feet touched the ground. I kept my ass clinched tight as I tried to stand. My legs were sore and trembled as I tried to stand on them.
I leaned back against the hood the car, until I couldn't stand it any more. "Please." I begged, continuing to look him in the face.
"Please, what?" He stood there a naked god with his cock glistening in the dying light of the day.
"Please can I let it go?" I was pleading not only with my voice but with my eyes and well, imploring him to release me.
"Stand and walk over there," he pointed to a patch of ground about 10 feet from where I was. I walked over there on wobbly legs. Bobby said, "Okay, squat. No facing me! Now you can go."
Once again I was doing this in front of him. If my guts didn't hurt so bad, I would have been more embarrassed. But I squatted and empty myself. Of course, some landed on my legs, but at that point I didn't care. And once again, I noticed as I looked down, my cock was down. A very rare occurrence these days.
When I finished, I stood and looked again at Bobby. He was gathering up his clothes. I walked to the car to get some for me. He said, "No. No clothes." He gathered all his clothes and then went over to the car. He got out the backpack and brought out a clean t-shirt. The one I had worn to the gym.
He handed it to me and I grabbed it ready to cover myself. "No, use it to clean yourself up." I stopped trying to put it on and knew what he meant. I reached down and used it to wipe along my legs and thighs, up to my ass. I wiped along my crack turning red again, with humiliation. I handed the t-shirt back to Bobby, he used it to wipe my cum off of his chest. Then he put it in the car and proceeded to get dressed. I stood naked and watched, my cock growing again.
"Get in," he instructed as he went around to the other side of the car. I had no choice once again feeling taken advantage of. We had just had a huge moment there. He had kissed me, again. My cock nearly fully hard again as he turned the car around and headed back to the road.
My mind thought about the whole scene about me being jealous of him using that other man, ordering him around. Then begging to be fucked. Man, I WAS fucked! My mind was going again. It swirled again, with what I was wanting and what I thought I should be. What I had grown up understand was the way a man should be.
Strong, in control, masculine, never embarrassed and definitely never debased. And never exposed and humiliated. But Bobby said, he had been here and he was all of those things, and mostly in control. He had continued to talk to me about control.
A kiss, another kiss! I had been lost in my thoughts and had no idea where we were, but it was nearly dark. Bobby pulled to the side of the road.
"Do you trust me, grasshopper?" He smiled.
"Grasshopper?"
"Didn't you ever see that series Kung Fu, where the young man was always being put to tests and having to master himself? His mentor always called him, little grasshopper."
"Yes, I think I remember."
"Well, do you trust me, grasshopper?"
"Yes, Sir, I have told you many times, I trust you." I thought for a moment and then said, "I don't like most of what you make me do, but for some reason, it turns me on and drives me wild."
"Okay," he reached behind the seat and brought out a blank cloth. "Turn you head."
I did as he said. He tied the cloth over my eyes. I could not see anything. It only added to my panic, my lack of control.
I heard a click. "I have just turned on the overhead light." I thought for a moment and then realized that was like putting a spotlight on my naked, hard condition and I panicked some more and tried to cover my cock.
"Remove your hands!"
With arms trembling I moved my hands down to my sides.
"Okay, grasshopper, here is your task. Control your cock. Make it go down. We will drive around town with the overhead light on. As soon as you can make it go down, I will turn off the light." He put the car in gear and headed back onto the road.
I felt a rush of adrenaline rush through me. I was completely exposed to anyone driving by. Not only was I hard, but the light was making the condition obvious. My cock only twitched and expanded more as I sat there.
Fuck! A Kiss! That didn't help any. I was mad again, at him and at myself for letting myself get into this situation. Naked shave, sticking of piss and cum, riding along the streets of town with a raging hard on. Fuck, I was messed up.
Then the word control came up in the froth of images and thought in my mind. I tried to take hold of it. My mind went off on tangents of dicks, cocks, asses, nipples, kisses, cum, piss and kisses. And the noise of the traffic around, horns honking was very distracting, I kept imagining people looking in the car.
I got it back again. I thought about control and what Bobby always said. Control when you are on the top and control when you are on the bottom. Flashes of the Doctor and the professor went through my mind. And a glimpse of Tony and the man from the gym. That wasn't helping.
I tried to focus on a time, when I didn't have a hard on. I remembered a time backpacking. High in the sierra, walking along, alone observing the granite peaks, trees, flowers, birds, etc.
"So tell me what happened at the Doctor's, today." Bobby interrupted my thoughts. I felt my cock swell. It had begun to go down! But thoughts of what went on in the doctor's office made it gain size quickly, until it was back pointing at my belly button.
"Damn!" I said and tried to find that spot again, but I had to focus on talking. I tried to quickly give him the gist of the visit, but he continued to as questions and ask how it felt to have the Doctor's fingers up my ass. And his hand on my cock. It made my cock twitch.
Finally, he asked no more questions and I went back to my backpack. Just as I was getting there, I heard the blinker and felt us slow and go up over a curve. I tried to get that picture back in my mind, when I heard, "May I take your order, please."
We were at a fucking drive through! Oh Shit! I really panicked then. I began to sweat as Bobby placed and order and then moved forward. "Please!" I begged.
My whole body was like a live wire, adrenaline pumped through my veins again and my cock swelled.
I heard the window roll down and someone say, "That's $9.94." My heart raced and I thought I was going to have a coronary right there. I felt tears of shame start in my eyes again. I think I must have sobbed, and just then Bobby pulled off my blindfold. I closed my eyes. If I couldn't see the person, they would not see me! I remember that from when I was a kid.
"Open your eyes." Bobby said.
Tears rolled down as I opened my eyes. I blinked and tried to focus. I was confused. I tried to place the fast food parking lot, etc. Instead I saw nothing. Nothing but blackness.
Bobby chuckled and punched a button on the cd deck and all the noise of the parking lot and traffic stopped.
"We were never in the city and the light was never on." He chuckled again. "But I did see you begin to control your cock!" He reached over and rubbed my head and then stroked my cock.
I thought I was going to puke; my stomach was in knots. I was relieved, mad, angry, and panic still coursed through my body. Then I did open the door and stumble out and throw up. I stood there bent over puking my guts out. Then I guess I just kind of collapsed, cause next thing I knew Bobby was there holding me up.
"It's okay, you did well." He walked me over to the car and leaned me against it. "I think you have had enough for today!" He took hold of me and hugged me to himself. At first I couldn't respond. I was washed out.
Finally, I reached up and hugged him as well. A couple of sobs racked my body, but then I started breathing deeply and things started calming down in my mind and body.
When I stopped shaking, he pushed back and took me by the shoulders and looked at me. I could make out his face in the few lights that were out there in the country and the light of the moon. He was searching my face again.
He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Nothing more than that right now, because boy you reek!"
He stepped back then. He moved over and opened the passenger door for me. I got in again. He went around to the other side of the car and got in. We closed our doors and he started to drive again.
As we started back onto the road he said, "That was good practice for when we do it for real!"
I looked at him and another surge of panic tried to grab me. But he reached over and patted my knee. "But not tonight. I really think you have had a long and challenging day."
I thought back to the morning and everything that had gone on. Fuck yes! I leaned my head back as the events reeled through my mind's eye.
I must have fallen asleep; cause next thing I know, Bobby is shaking me. "Wake up!" I look around and we are in the parking lot of the dorm. I smell French fries in the car.
He is handing me the guy's work out clothes. "Get out and put these on." Still in the fog of sleep, I step out of the car, stand and pull on the wet, sweaty jock. Then the shorts and the t-shirt, all still damp with perspiration. I reached in and got my backpack and put on the flip-flops. Bobby was carrying his stuff plus a fast food bag.
It was about the time we got to the door of the dorm, that I woke enough to wonder how he had gotten those while I was sleeping naked in the front seat. I felt my cock stir then and realized that it wasn't rock hard as it had been most of the time.
When we got to the room, Bobby opened the door and we went in. He closed the door and waited. "I can open the door again," he said and I realized what was needed. Tiredly, I kicked off the flip-flops, pulled off the shirt and pushed the shorts and jock to the floor. "Hang those up in the bathroom, you will need them in the morning."
I did as he said. I came back into the room and Bobby was sitting at my desk with the computer up. He was eating a burger and some fries. He told me to sit on the bed and handed me the bag and a bottle of water. At the smell, I felt my mouth begin to water. I was starving.
"Nice emails coming in about how hot you look!" He looked at me, as I blushed, trying not to choke on the food in my mouth. "And everyone is wanting more of your story." I turned redder. My humiliation and shame shared with people all over the internet. It only made the feeling worse.
"Tonight you are going to get a break, but you will have to get up early and work on today's activities. I need to post the next chapter." He looked me in the face again. He watched as I wolfed down the food, washing it down with water. I guess I was eating like a starving animal. And I then I thought I didn't like that analogy.
"Right now, I think we need a shower," he said when I had finished all the food and the water. I got up and realized how bad I did smell. I stunk of sweat, I don't know how many men's sweat. Also, cum and piss and I don't know what else.
That made me think of something. "Bobby, why are you always using piss on or in me?"
He smiled. "I am marking you as my own. If you keep getting covered in my piss and wear the clothes I give, eat what I give you, drink my piss and cum, then eventually, you will begin to smell like me." He smiled and everyone will know you are mine."
That was a sobering thought, belonging to someone. Not for the first time I wondered where my life was going.
"But first, we need just a bit of punishment for the boy." He had started calling me that, his boy or davey boy, as I had seen him type once. As I stood there my cock swelled again, thinking of punishment. He had used various types. Each one seemed to add to my humiliation or debasement. Why couldn't I just walk away from this? Why did I continue to put up with this?
He went to his bag and brought out a bag. "I figure you have not said Sir, about a dozen times. And hesitated about 6 times. So about 18 times, is that about right?"
"Yes, Sir." I said, wondering what I was agreeing too.
"Okay, clasp your hands behind your head." I did, feeling very vulnerable and exposed. He then pulled out a clothes pin from his bag. He clipped one on my right nipple. The pain was intense. He had used clamps on my nipples earlier and this was worse. I closed my eyes and sucked air between my teeth as I tried to stand it. "Only for one minute."
Then he placed another on the other nipple. I thought I would double over in pain. But I stood there, trying to straighten up. Then Bobby took another clip and attached it to some skin along my armpit. I flinched as he placed it but tried to remain straight. He did the other side and I flinched again. I didn't know how I could stand this and not stand other things. Mental things seemed to debilitate me more than physical. He found another pinch of skin along my abdomen on the sides and then the other side.
He began to work faster applying clothes pens along my body. Then he took a pinch of my ball sack and fasten one to that - and I thought I would crumple then. But tried to stand look straight ahead. Bobby was continually checking back and looking into my eyes. I felt sweat forming on my forehead, again.
He applied 3 more to my ball sack and then pinched out a bit of skin from the side of my cock and applied one there. I thought sure, my cock would wilt then, but instead it seemed to swell more, nearly pushing the clothespin off. He tried to apply another one to my cock and couldn't find any loose skin. He pushed my legs farther apart and apply one to the inside of my thighs.
I guess he reach 18, because he stopped, checked his watch and waited a moment and then began to remove the pins in the same order he applied them. It hurt almost more, when he removed a clothes pin than when he applied them. As circulation returned to each area, it stung and pain rang through my body as he removed each one. I started to move more as he removed each successive one.
It was beginning to be too much. I wanted to drop my arms and rub the spots, but resisted the temptation, not wanting to repeat the process again. I did nearly bend in half as he removed the ones on my balls and cock. The tingling pain was worse there.
Finally they were all removed and he told me I could put down my arms. I reached and rubbed every spot. Bobby watched me with his smile. "You did good. You took it well," he said and ruffled my head again.
"Okay, into the shower."
"Now you can wash me and then wash yourself." I was now familiar with this process. I got the water set and Bobby stepped in and I began washing him again. This time more than any other time, I was aware of every flex and stretch of his muscles. Watching how each muscle moved below his skin was breath taking. I was lost in his body. I paid attention to his armpits, washing his ass and crack and carefully washed and observed his cock and balls.
I again enjoyed the lush hair on his head. The contrast between his hair and my lack was very much on my mind as I shampooed his hair. It only made my cock swell that much more. I was really getting into observing every part of the body. Shit, my life, mind and perceptions were changing so drastically. Would I ever be "normal" again. What was normal?
The Doc had said, that some people like different things and what is right is one is not always right for another.
Once I was finished with him, he stepped out and dried while I washed myself. As I cleaned my ass, I noticed how sore my hole was. My cock didn't go down and after I stroked it a couple of times, I stopped and remembered that I did not have permission to cum.
Once again, I was floored and confused, my life and my cock were not my own anymore. How could I stand there and take that excruciating pain without too much bother, but couldn't bear to be naked or be fucker or suck a cock with out going totally emotionally bonkers.
I got out of the shower and dried myself as I continued to fathom what was going on in my life for about the twentieth time in the last couple of days. My life was so twisted and had been turned every which way. But Bobby was right, it did do something to me, it made me crazy and full of lust and unable to act. And I continued to listen to him. To do whatever he asked. He had kissed me twice and hugged me a number of times, but yet he would turn around and humiliate me or debase me on a whim.
I was so confused.
I walked into the room and saw Bobby sitting naked at my desk typing on my computer. As I approached closer I saw myself on the screen, with my legs spread wide, fucking myself with a dildo. I blushed red, to remember that I was on display for the world to see.
He got up when he saw me and moved to the bed. He turned off the lights except the one by the bed and moved to my bed. I moved to lie down on the floor. "No, get up here on the bed with me," Bobby instructed.
He moved to the back of the twin bed and made room for me to lie in front of him. I climbed in and he spooned me from behind. I could feel his cock near my butt and his public hair tickling my ass. He had me lay my head on his arm and used the other to reach around me and stroke my nipples.
"So did you let a man fuck you today?"
I thought the question strange, but answered, "Yes."
"Did you ask a man to fuck you, today?"
"Yes."
"Why? Tell me why you ask a man to fuck you?"
"Because," and I paused, trying to think of the answer, it was very difficult to say. "Because I wanted to feel your cock in my ass." I was bearing my soul here. "Because I wanted you to cum in my ass." I swallowed, admitting things to him, I had only thought about distantly in my mind and would never want to speak to anyone else.
"Would you ask a man to fuck you again?"
"Yes," I said, as I trembled at his touch on my cock and then balls
"Did you suck a man's cock today?" he asked as he continued to trace his hand around my body.
"Yes," my voice quavered as I spoke.
He continued through the whole list of things I had done: Drink a man's cum, eat my own cum, drink a man's piss and my own, jack off in the shower, run with aman's cum running out of my ass, stealing a man's clothes, standing naked in a parking lot. On and on and on he went naming everything thing I had done. Every humiliating act, every debased thing that had occurred to me, he had me admit to.
After each one he asked if I enjoyed it and if I would do it again. After each, I would answer yes; I blushed over and over as he continued the list of questions.
Finally, he was ended. That's when I noticed his other hand, the one that hadn't tormented me with his touch as I answered him. He held some kind of plastic block. I saw him press something and realized what had just gone on. He had video taped my confession! All my intimate feelings and answers on tape!
Fuck! He had duped me again! I was furious! I struggled to get out the bed, I was angry and crying and hysterical! I wanted to kill him, beat him, anything. He had betrayed me.
He wrapped both arms around me and his legs, holding me fast as I struggled to get out. He was stronger than I was. I struggled, wept, sweated and fumed. I wasn't going to say anything this time. I fought, until I was worn out. It didn't take much as this day had really sapped me.
He held me tight, not saying a word. As I lay there, I would twist and pull every now and then, just to see if he was still holding on. He didn't say anything, but continued to hold me tight. I cried and sobbed and fought now and then.
Finally, I couldn't do any more, I collapsed into his arms and whimpered, "Why?"
"You think I am going to put that online, right?" I nodded into his arm.
"Well, I might," my stomach tightened, "but so what. You spoke what you felt and what you meant. You spoke the truth. And my Uncle always said, honesty is everything. I just wanted you to be honest with yourself. Nothing wrong with that." He rubbed my head and then said, "We wouldn't be here right now, if you weren't honest with me and yourself." He gripped my swollen cock and squeezed it.
Was I really this messed up? I couldn't think about it anymore, I was exhausted. But I had a couple more questions for Bobby. But it was difficult to concentrate with him gripping my cock.
"Bobby, will I ever meet your Uncle?"
"Yes, I plan on introducing you to him on Saturday evening. I have been telling him all about you." Again, my stomach tightened and my butt clinched tight. "He is eager to meet you."
"Did he ever humiliate you, like you have been doing to me?"
"Yes, I told you he did." He stroked my cock a couple of times. "He made me sit naked in a men's room at a gas station, he pissed all over me, then left me there in the room with the door unlocked. He left me there for 30 minutes. I had to do anything a guy asked. I guy was outraged and wanted to go tell the manager, I had to beg him not to. So he just pissed on me and left. One guy made me suck him off. And one wanted to watch as I jacked myself off. It was all very humiliating. I think I cried when he finally picked me up. And then he made me walk to the car naked and hard."
He stroked again. "But I was so hard during the whole thing and I came so powerfully after it was all over. It was such a turn on. My whole mind and body yearned to do it again, just because of how intense the orgasm was from it."
Wow, I thought. It was sort of like my bathroom experience, but mine wasn't that bad. My cock did twitch and swell in his hand thinking about it. Then another random thought floated up. "Bobby, what is like to fuck a woman."
He laughed and squeezed my cock tightly, "You really want to know?"
"Yeah, I have never fucked a woman. So I was wondering what it was like."
"Well, have you ever fucked a man?"
"NO!"
"Then why not ask about that." He was stroking my cock again.
"I don't know, I didn't think about that. I have been fucked, so I sorta know what that is like." I was blushing again.
"Well, I think I will wait on answering that, but all I can say is all in due time." He squeezed my cock hard, "Now turn over on your back."
I moved away from him a bit and lay on my back.
He moved around and the next thing I know I feel his hot breathe on my cock. I look down and see him taking the head of my cock into his mouth and licking the crown. My whole body gasps from the intensity of the pleasure. Who knew it could feel so great! He stroked my cock with one hand and played with the head with the other and I knew this was not going to last nearly as long as I wanted to. In fact, I could feel myself already reacting; my balls were tightening up.
My whole body tensed as Bobby sucked he length of my cock into his mouth. I felt my toes curl and my eyes roll back and I let out a long drawn out groan through clenched teeth and began to fill his mouth with my hot cum. I was rubbing his head with my hands as he sucked the cum out of my cock, blast after blast.
He kept sucking even after I finished shooting and the head of my cock was so sensitive, I had to jerk my hips back to try to remove it from his mouth. Then I sighed and my whole body shuddered.
He moved up me then and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and passing my cum back to me. I swallowed and played with him tongue and mouth. Then he broke the kiss and lay next to me, with his arm around me.
As my breathing slowed, I listened to Bobby breathing next to me and thought I could feel his pulse where my arm rested against his chest. I heard him say, "Control," then he snored just a bit. A kiss! I fell asleep thinking about that kiss.
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