When I awoke, I had a raging hard on. A week or so ago, I would have lain there and stroked it until I shot, but my cock didn't belong to me anymore.
I sat up and looked around for Bobby. He wasn't in the room. I got up and knew I had to take a piss. I couldn't use the bathroom, I could only use the backyard. I tried to will my cock down, but it refused.
I had little choice. Naked as required, I stood straight and tall, opened the door, and headed downstairs. I tried not to blush as I passed one of the guys on the stairs, but I didn't succeed. He didn't seem to notice, either.
The next guy smiled at my state and the fact that I blushed. I made it outside and got down on all fours. I fought with my cock until I could finally piss. I loved that feeling when it finally started.
When I finished, I stood up and saw that several of the brothers were on the back porch watching me. I blushed again and my cock swelled. But I just walked past them, my hard cock leading the way.
When I got back to our room, Bobby was there. He was still naked. "Good morning, boy."
"Good morning, Sir." It felt so good to say that.
"Okay, boy, I want you to get yourself hard and take yourself to the edge. And boy, use your right hand."
"Yes, Sir. But Sir, I am already hard," I said as I began to stroke my cock.
"I know boy, I just like saying that."
He reached over and took one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pressing the thumbnail into my nipple. That made my cock swell and throb. I closed my eyes and stroked. He then switched to the other nipple. This was driving me crazy.
Then he took hold of my balls and gently squeezed. I loved the feel of his hands on my warm balls. "Stroke it for me, boy, get close."
"Yes, Sir," I said almost breathlessly.
He moved back up to the left nipple and began to pinch again between his thumbnail and finger. The searing pain just pushed the pleasure buttons for me and took me closer to the edge. When he switched to the other side, my hand was flying on my cock, "I'm close, Sir."
"Go another couple of strokes boy."
"Yes, Sir," I stroked twice more and heard.
"Stop, boy, and squeeze."
"Yes, Sir," I whispered, as I stopped and began to squeeze the base of my cock and my nuts. When I had softened a bit, I released my cock and several drops of cum rolled out of my cock. I caught these and ate them.
I looked down and saw that he was nice and hard. "Get down there, boy, and get it nice and wet before I put it up your hole."
"Yes, Sir," I said, as I knelt in front of him, once again taking his cock in my mouth. I sucked it all around lubing it up nicely.
"Okay, boy, on your back over here on the bed."
"Yes, Sir," moving over the bed on my back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back towards my shoulders. He moved up between my legs and lined up on my hole.
He pushed the head in and I felt it stretch my hole and I stifled a gasp with the pain. Then he pushed in deeply. I felt him slide over my prostate, and I moaned a bit. "Remember boy, you can't cum," he said, as he stroked in and out slowly, almost all the way out and then back in.
"Yes, Sir," I said breathlessly as he kept up this slow deep fucking of my ass. My cock was hard and I knew how difficult this was going to be. But I went with the sensations and let Bobby use my ass. Concentrating on giving him pleasure, tightening my ass around his cock. It was amazing how easy this was and how good it felt.
He kept up the slow fucking for a while, then switched pace and did short swift strokes. And all too soon for me, although it had probably been twenty minutes, I felt Bobby change the rhythm, until I knew he was close. I loved watching his face as he fucked me and I could tell by the look on it when he was close.
His cock swelled and he pushed deep inside me and began to fill my hole with his hot seed. He pushed and pumped and groaned as he did, filling me with his cum. I reached down squeezing my balls to keep from cumming.
He looked me in the eyes as he pulled out, wanting to see the look on my face when I was empty. My hole felt like it was missing something when his cock was gone, something that should be there always. "Come on, boy, get up. You have to get your running in," he said as he climbed off the bed and smacked my ass.
He handed me a pair of running shorts. I put them on and then got on my trainers and socks. Bobby had dressed as well. We left the house and Bobby started off with an easy pace. As soon as we were running, I felt his cum running out of my hole and down my legs.
Bobby looked over his shoulder and smiled. He knew what was happening and was looking for the _expression on my face that would let him know that it, indeed, was happening.
He picked up the speed then and made me begin to really work. I couldn't concentrate on the cum dripping down my legs as I pushed harder to keep up with Bobby. It did make my cock swell to think about it, but I was running too fast to keep it hard. I remembered just a week ago, when I ran with a hardon, just looking at Bobby's ass.
I began to watch the muscles of his back as he ran and then how his butt flexed in his tight running shorts, and my cock swelled more and I had to fight to keep pace. We ran on and on, farther than I think we had run before. But I was just in a zone concentrating on Bobby's back and keeping it just three or four feet in front of me.
Finally, I could tell Bobby was slowing down. He stopped, and I moved up and stopped beside him. He was not as out of breath as I was. I saw him reach into a pocket on the inside of his shorts and pull something out.
He smiled as he turned and showed me what he had. It was the clover clamps. He handed them to me and said, "Put them on, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said as I took them from him and worked to get the left one on my heaving chest. Then I got the right one on.
"Good boy, now follow me." He took at a jog. I began to jog and winced at the pain as the chain jiggled as I jogged. He looked over his shoulder and smiled.
The pain was searing and each step caused a new shot of electric pain to shoot from nipple to nipple. I think it was only a minute, but it seemed much longer until Bobby stopped. He reached over and removed the clamps, the pain searing me again as the blood rushed back into them.
I unconsciously rubbed them. "Get hard boy."
"Yes, Sir." I pushed the front of my shorts down and using my right hand, began to play with my cock. Of course, exposing myself outside like this, albeit in the middle of the forest, never failed to stimulate me. I also felt Bobby's eyes on me as I played with my cock, so that in moments I was hard for him.
"Good boy," he said as he reached up and put the clover clamps back on my nipples, left first and then right. "Pull up those shorts and let's see how that feels while you jog."
"Yes, Sir," my cock swelled and twitched as I pulled the shorts up and started to jog, following him. This time the chain jiggled and tugged, but it sent a jolt of pleasure to my cock with each flash of electric pain.
In another minute he stopped and turned to me as I stopped and he took the clamps off. He rubbed each nipple causing each to pulse with pain as blood returned, which made my cock spasm in my shorts.
"Okay, now boy, see if you can keep up with me on the way home!" He put the clamps in my hand and turned and began to jog back down the trail. I put the clamps in the little pocket inside my shorts and turned to follow him.
I was hard pressed to catch up with him, but did and then just matched pace and began to work into that zone of just running and nothing else. My cock must have gone down as well, as it was soft when he finally slowed down for our cool-down mile. We ended up cooling-down on the last stretch of street leading up to the house.
When we got to the house, Bobby opened the door and stepped in. As soon as I was in, he said, "Strip."
"Yes, Sir, I know, Sir."
"Yes, but I just like telling you to strip. Having that control over you."
I pushed off my shorts and then toed off my shoes and pulled off my socks. I stood up naked, and Bobby looked me up and down and then told me to follow him. I followed him to the study area/library. There were several of the guys there, some dressed and some not. Bobby stopped me in the center of the room. He turned to face me and said, "Clean out my arm pits." He raised his arm, showing his wet hair and pit.
I leaned in close and stuck my tongue in and started licking his pit from one side to the other. I tasted his sweat - pungent and the musky taste of Bobby. I closed my eyes and relished the flavours. Then when I switched to the other side, I realized that the guys in the room were watching us. My cock stiffened right up. Between the smells of Bobby and doing this in front of a group of guys, it was making me very hard.
Once I was finished with his pits, he had me work over to his nipples. I circled my tongue through the hair around it, and then narrowed in on the actual nipples, lightly biting them with my teeth. Then he pushed on my head indicating to continue down his chest. I loved the taste and texture of the hair on his chest as I worked across his stomach and down to the trail leading to his navel.
I worked my way down from his navel to his shorts, the waistband of which was drenched in sweat. "Take them off, using your teeth."
I paused and said, Yes, Sir," and then struggled to get my teeth into the waistband of his shorts and tug them down. It took work going from side to side to finally get them all the way down, exposing his growing cock. I wanted to zero in on his cock. But instead he stepped away and turned around, he bent and spread his ass cheeks apart. When he moved away, I could see all the guys watching, the naked ones beginning to sport hard ons. That just made my cock throb to know that I was on display like this.
I reached down to stroke my own throbbing cock and was told, "This is not about you, this is about you pleasuring me." I leaned in and began to lick his sweaty crack. I closed my eyes and again concentrated on the tastes of his crack. There was the same sweaty taste and musk, but also a pungent acrid smell/taste as well. Not much, just a trace. I wanted more. I lapped at his crack and moved to zoom in on his asshole. He had pointed out that I had a hole, and he had an asshole. I worked my tongue around his asshole and tried to push my tongue into his hole. I wanted more. I was savoring the tastes. I moved down and licked the path from his asshole to the back of his balls. This is where sweat had collected and was very musky and the smell was overpowering in its intensity. I wanted it all.
He stood, then, and I again saw the gathering of guys watching the whole exhibition, because that is what Bobby was making it. He wouldn't expose me in public, but that didn't mean I couldn't be on display for a group of the brothers. It was not so much that I was embarrassed as it was that I was so turned on by having to do this in front of a group of guys. I mean I would have been embarrassed before and humiliated, but this being put on display, while not humiliating, had the same effect on me.
Everyone could see how I reacted to cleaning Bobby with my tongue. Naked as I was with my rock hard cock dripping away, it was obvious this turned me on. And I know all of them had probably done something similar it was still a rush for me to be doing this.
He then told me to suck his cock. "Boy, you obviously are a cock sucker, your cock gives you away, and this turns you on to be sucking my cock. And having to do it in front of the brothers, just turns you on more doesn't it?"
"Yes, Sir," I said without hesitation. I knelt at his feet and leaned forward to take the head of his cock in my mouth. But he moved back making me lean so far forward I almost fell over.
"Beg for it, boy." He stood back letting his hard cock point at me.
"Sir, may I please suck on your cock?" I asked.
"No, boy, beg for it and tell me why you want my cock."
"Sir, please let me suck your cock, I want to suck it for you." Now I was getting embarrassed, but would not hesitate or even lower my voice.
"Why to do you want it?"
"Sir, I want to taste it. I want to taste it. Sir, I want you to cum in my mouth."
"And why else, boy?"
It dawned on me, "Sir, because I need it Sir. I need it and want it. It is a boy's responsibility to love his Master's cock and enjoy sucking it and drinking his cum."
"Good, boy. Now come and get it." He moved forward and I couldn't help it, I still blushed as I took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. I loved the taste, the unique musky taste of Bobby's sweaty cock. I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted it all. I wanted to bury my nose in his pubes, with his cock in my throat.
Bobby had already gotten me past my gag reflex, so I could deep throat his cock. He had even taught me the terminology for it. So I worked on his cock, licking it, sucking it, taking it down to it's root, using every technique he had taught me. Finally, I settled down on a rhythmic bobbing on his cock. (I always love saying and writing that - bobbing on Bobby!)
He then took my head and said, "Boy, let me show you how to be used." He started directing the pace and length of my strokes by moving my head up and down. He was controlling everything again. He was just using me. But not in a nasty way, just showing me that he was the Master and in control.
He began to speed up his pace and I knew he was getting close when I felt his nuts drawing up close to his cock. He continued to use my mouth to stimulate his cock, until I heard the moan beginning and knew that it was cumming. He pushed himself deep into my mouth and fired off the first load, then as usual he backed up and let the remainder fill my mouth. I had to swallow quickly to keep up with the amount of cum he was filling me with.
He then stroked into my mouth a couple more times as I sucked the remainder of cum out of his cock. "You ARE a good cocksucker, boy!"
"Thank you, Sir," I said when he had removed his softening cock from my mouth. I blushed again, having done this in this audience of guys. I knew I would get over that, but it still happened. I reached down to stroke my cock.
"No, boy, I didn't say you could touch yourself. Keep your hands off." He again wasn't mean, just matter of fact.
"Yes, Sir." I replied.
He had stepped back and left me kneeling there in front of everyone, with my hard cock jutting out. "Now, get upstairs and start the shower, we have to get cleaned up for classes."
I stood and said, "Yes, Sir," then started out of the room. He smacked me on the ass as I walked past him and smiled that Bobby-smile of his. I headed upstairs to our room. Bobby came in right behind me carrying his shorts.
I went in to the bathroom and started the shower. I had this down pretty good and enjoyed soaping up Bobby's body and cleaning every part of his body. I washed him well, rinsed him and then dried him. I loved being able to touch him everywhere. When he left the room, he said, "Don't touch yourself, except to wash your cock, no stroking or playing with it."
"Yes, Sir, I understand." I was not to stroke myself in the shower; I was even being restrained from giving myself any pleasure.
I quickly washed and left my cock alone, which continued to point towards the ceiling. When I was done and dry, I went into the bedroom and Bobby said, "Ping your balls, each one, hard."
"Yes, Sir." I said as I reached to bring my balls down tight in my sack. I pinged first the left one, and before the pain could overwhelm me, pinged the right one. I doubled over in pain, stifling a groan that was building in me. I tried to stand straight, but the pain that rushed through my stomach from my groin made me nauseous. My cock shrank from the pain rushing through my body.
"Good, boy. Now get dressed for class. It is about time, you get back to focusing on your school work."
"Yes, Sir," I said as I tried to straighten up one more time. This time I could. I put on the clothes that Bobby had laid out for me. Baggy khaki shorts, a polo shirt and some sandals.
Once dressed, I grabbed my backpack and followed Bobby out of the house and off to class. We had our English class together, with Uncle.
I walked in and saw Uncle, he smiled at Bobby and me as we came in and sat down. I actually was listening to him today as he lectured, at one point he called on me, "Mr. Sullivan, would you explain your thoughts on this passage."
I stood, "Yes, Sir, Unc...., Professor Walsh." I blushed. He gave me a severe look. I stumbled through the explanation.
When I finished, he said, "Mr. Sullivan, will you see me in my office immediately after class?"
"Yes, Professor Walsh." I said and sat down.
I felt humiliated again. Bobby punched me lightly on the arm. I couldn't concentrate from then on. Once class was over, I headed right into his office and Bobby followed me.
As Professor Walsh walked in, he closed the door, went to his desk, and sat down. I was standing in front of his desk and Bobby sat in the chair next to me.
"Davey, it appears you forgot yourself in there for a bit." He looked up at me.
"Yes, Sir."
"You will be punished for that. You do understand that punishment is only given to you to assist with your training and not to be mean to you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Bobby what punishment, do you think we should give to your boy?"
Shit, I had screwed up again. Man, was I fucked up!
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This will be the last chapter until after the holidays, so enjoy! A short story is being submitted as my gift to all the readers for the holidays. Just a way to say thanks for reading! It is called Bill and Ted.
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