Robby slowly got dressed for work. He moved slowly because his body and mind were numb from his recent experiences. I watched him from my armchair across the room. Yes, he did look the worse for ware from all the cock sucking and ass fucking he had endured. His once bright face looked subdued and maybe just a bit sullen...although still handsome. He swallowed and winced. I knew his throat was sore from all the dick shoved down it. His tongue and lips were a bit swollen as well, but the lips only looked more sensual that way. I spread my legs a bit, and Robby's eyes immediately went to my flaccid dick. As fucked up as he had become, he still craved and needed my fuckmeat. He still needed what had drawn him to me in the first place those many weeks ago at the gym. He couldn't help licking his lips as he glared at my fat flaccid fucker.
Robby now slept most nights with either my dick or the fuckmeat of one of my buddies in his mouth all night. That's right, he gently slurped on cock like a pacifier while he slept. ]He was only really at peace,only really happy when he had a huge fucker in his mouth. Can a boy be brought to this position? Oh yes,indeed. I have helped any number of boys and young men reach this stage. Robby's eyes left my dick and searched for his white dress shirt. He found it and covered his slender but well muscled torso with the shirt. He stopped for a moment and sniffed at his armpits. He looked to me as if to ask permission to use deodorant. I shook my head, NO! He didn't even bother to object. He was getting used to following orders, no matter how bizarre or demanding. He buttoned the shirt and reached for his suit trousers. Robby was not allowed underwear. I smiled as I watched his fine fat dick wobble in it's plastic dick cage. Robby wore a dick cage to work, so he could not masturbate to climax without my permission. Even totally obedient boys sometimes need help controlling their rampant dripping dicks. Robby had not cum in quite a while, and he would not be allowed to cum until I felt he had earned the right. How did he earn the right? By humiliating and degrading himself for my pleasure.
We were currently working on a series of modeling shots for Robby's new Website called "Faggot Cocksucker on Display!" On the website, viewers could interact with Robby and tell him just what they thought of him as well as see photos and videos of Robby in action. Just the previous night, we had completed a nice series of photos of Robby showing his asshole to the camera. He stretched it and poked and prodded it. He stuck fingers up inside of it. He worked a banana up into his rectum. And he begged viewers to write to him for a live meeting where they could fuck him in the ass. Did I mention that in addition to cocksucking, Robby now needed almost continual ass fucking to keep him happy. His hole actually itched almost to the point of being unbearable if he was not ass dicked several times a day. Our young Robby had come a long way in a very short time. Robby's modeling for the website had improved as well. Yes, he was still totally humiliated, but he had learned to really spread his ass cheeks and to shove his finger or other objects right up that asscunt. He had learned to smile for the camera. He read scripts that I wrote for him, telling the viewers how much he loved to suck dick and how he needed it.
On this particular day, Robby dreaded going in to his office. Six of his fellow office workers had attended a recent event where Robby had been the center of attention. A very sexual event. Six of his fellow workers now knew just what a piece of shit loser faggot Robby was. How would they treat him? Would they tell others? Would everyone at the office know Robby's secret? Personally, I was not concerned if Robby lost his job or not. I was not concerned if his bright and shiny future career int he business world ended up in the toilet. Because, personally...that was where I preferred to see Robby, in the toilet. Of course I AM speaking literally. We were just getting into toilet games.
Anyway, if Robby lost his well paying, prestigious job, I could always get him a job cleaning the toilets in some local gay bars.
"Robby, you do not look happy this morning. Cheer up! Think of all the nice juicy cock waiting for you today." Can a person be trained to think of nothing but cock day and night? Yes indeed, I have done it with numerous boys. But you must realize it takes it's toll in other ways. The mind becomes kind of deadened to all other things. Dick and serving it is the only thing on a trained boy's mind. He becomes a kind of Idiot Savant for Dick! He is an expert at it...but can do almost nothing else.
Robby slid into his suit trousers. I had had the suit specially made for our boy. the trousers were of a very thin, expensive material, the cut of the pants so tight that they rode up into his ass crack in back and left nothing to the imagination in the front. The entire shape of his cock cage enclosed cock could be clearly seen through the cloth. And of course, poor Robby's dick being caged as it was, he often had a problem with extensive dick leak. And the dick leak stained the light thin material of the trousers.
"Oh my God, what will people think of me?" He has sobbed the first time I made him wear the new suit.
"They will think you are exactly what you are...a fucked up submissive who craves degradation and abuse. This is what you always were, Robby...I am just helping you discover and develop it.
"I could get fired for wearing these pants!" He bawled. Robby was no longer hesitant to burst out in unmanly tears. No more the studly jock...now a fragile sissy boy.
"Yes, you could. I suggest you find some way to carry files around in front of you when you pass the big wigs.
Each day at noon, Robby had to suck the dick of a handsome dude named Pete who worked in a nearby office. Pete was a new toy that I was having some fun with.
They were both terrified of being discovered mid-suck in the public toilet of the building.
Robby tugged at the zipper of his trousers. It hardly closed over his impressive cock caged dick lump. Robby was well hung. Each night, I unlocked the cock cage and Robby masturbated for me for a couple of hours without being allowed to shoot his load. He was forced to keep it so on edge that he sobbed and begged for release. He really does have a beautiful dick. If Robby ever dares to lose control and cum without permission, he faces severe punishment. The ultimate punishment of course, is me threatening to kick him out. His greatest fear in spite of all I do to him, is that I will some day abandon him. Now that he has been served divorce papers by his lovely young soon to be ex-bride, I am the only human he has to which to cling. And speaking of humans, I have recently been chatting with Robby about how I would love to see him suck some dog dick. He is terrified of course, but I notice his dick lurching and leaking at the thought. Aren't human beings strange creatures. How often we crave and indulge in things we know are really bad for us. How from young on, it is the taboo that intrigues us. Many of us push ourselves to our limits. A sexual submissive pushes himself to the limits of humiliation and even self-destruction.
I had a certain obligation to Robby. I saw his weakness and exploited it. I led him down this path. Would I take him as low as I could...YES, OF COURSE. But would I also take care to make sure he was safe...YES AGAIN. When I tired of him, I would pass him on to other Masters...Masters I trusted. Certainly he would be taken lower and lower and lower. He would become a human toilet. He would be mated with animals. But only by caring, professional masters who gave the proper attention and care to the young man turned sex slug.
Sleeping at night with my dick in his mouth or ass, or with his face buried in my rectum, Robby was more himself than he had ever been. He was more himself than when he went to college or got married. He was more himself than he had ever been with his family. With me, he had no secrets and no fears. No fears except one...displeasing me. He had no ambition of his own...he lived only to impress me. Oh, we still had a few walls to break down. He had to become totally willing to totally degrade himself in public. If I said strip naked squat and take a shit...in the middle of a mall, Robby would have to learn to instantly obey. He had to trust that I would protect him, and that I would not ask him to do anything I did not know he could do.
Robby's dress shirt hugged his young sexy torso and his trousers outlined his dick lump and ass. He was hot! I walked over to him and kissed him on the mouth. I reached one hand down and fondled his cage enclosed dick until it started to leak and a nice dark stain spread across the crotch of the pants. He whimpered in a kind of lost, helpless way, and I chuckled.
"Oh yes, Robby, I didn't tell you. I decided to send a set of last night's photos to your younger brother. I think it's time he fully understood his older brother!"
His face was pathetically beautiful. "Please, Sir...not my family. Not Jake." Jake was Robby's younger brother and still in high school.
"Yes, Robby, Jake. He should know. He idolizes you, and it's just not right. Besides, think how cool it could be if you could suck his teenage cock!
Oh, and I also sent a set to your soon to be ex-brother in law, Chet. Chet is really angry with you already over the divorce and your treatment of your wife.
I think it might be fun to set up a meeting with you and Chet...what do you say? He might be able to let out some of his frustration with you!"
Was that a tear rolling down our boy's cheek so early in the morning? I threw a boner and had to laugh.