Scout Rob In Control Part 2
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Authoritarian/CMNM/Humiliation ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Scout Rob In Control Part 2 "Lunch"
When I woke up the next morning knowing I wasn't going to have to substitute that day. Kind of lazy getting out of bed, but my mind was still on the night before. What happened with Rob? I mean he is a straight man who just took over and made this faggot suck his cock...and this faggot loved it. As I laid in bed rethinking about the night, by phone "binged" with a message. It was from Rob.
"Morning, hoping you slept well last night. I sure did"
Seeing that message, I went back into faggot mode and responded, "yes Sir. had a good night sleep thinking about you Sir."
The response was interesting. "No need for the Sir when we are just chatting like this. Call me Sir when I refer to you as fag or pig or boy. Is that okay?"
"Sure I guess. But I really did enjoy the whole thing"
"Good. (with a smiley face) I really want to explore this more for sure. I know I am straight, but something about last night felt great"
"Glad I could help you explore that side"
"I knew you were horny from the start thou."
Now what did Rob mean by that? How would he have known about me being horny last night? Hell, I'm kind of horny all the time. So I responded, "Oh? And how is that?"
"When we hugged, that boner of yours about shot through my pants...lol"
I had totally forgot about that at dinner. I guess he really did feel the hard-on I had, and what was great is the fact that it didn't scare him off. In fact I wondered if the hard-on might have been what encouraged him to venture forth with his efforts. My response..."kind of hard to hide that last night."
"Hey, I have to go to work now, and the weekend is really busy, but I really want to do more with you if you would like."
If I would like??? Hell ya!!! "Sure, this could really be fun" was the response. We said our goodbyes and that was it for the morning with Rob. The only problem is now it is just 8 o'clock and I am really horny. Okay, need to have breakfast, then I will clean up and head over the "Sunrise", the adult video arcade about a mile away. So I got dressed and head down to the diner nearby, ordered a breakfast and read the paper. Upon getting back home, I took a shower, then clean myself out (just in case I get lucky at the arcade). With getting all of this done, I could head there around 11:30 and try to catch the lunch crowd; you know the ones that come over on their lunch break for a quickie.
Once arriving at the arcade, I did the usual of paying the minimum $6 on my card (I just keep the card for next time) and head back to the video booths. There were about 8 cars in the parking lot, so I knew there would be some fun here. Wearing my usual jeans (with no underwear as usual), t-shirt and trainers, I was ready at a moment's notice to naked. I made my way around the booths once, like I always did, then started cruising for the fun. Trying a couple of doors, one was open and I looked inside. A very nice looking man was standing there, jacking on his cock. He looked at me and nodded, so in I ducked into the booth, locked the door, got on my knees and put his dick in my mouth. He was an above average looking man, with a very nice size cock that was already leaking some precum from the tip. He opened his pants all the way and they dropped to the floor. I pulled his underwear down and grabbed hold of his ass cheeks and started sucking hard and fast. He must have been there a while or was in a hurry, but it did not take long and he shot his load down my throat. It seemed like tons as he shot 5 or 6 shots of tasty cum in my mouth. He quickly thanked me and pulled his pants up, as I exited the booth. As I continued to cruise, this one man, in his 40s or 50s, kept looking at me with that look of "I'm going to have you". Finally, one time when I passed him, I walked into the larger booth (which is always more comfortable to have fun), and he then followed me in. He was shorter than me, probably about 5'8", but well-built, and had an attitude of a true Alpha Sir. He locked the door and turned around and then just said, "Strip, fag."
Without missing a beat, shoes were off, t-shirt pulled over my head and jeans down and off...I was totally naked standing in front of this Alpha Sir. He grabbed my balls and lightly squeezed them, which I moaned softly. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Okay fag, first I am going to piss down your throat since really need to take a leak, then you're going to suck me until I am ready to cum. However, you're not getting my cum in your throat, you're wearing it home on your face...understand faggot?"
I nodded. He squeezed tighter and said, "What do you say, faggot?"
"Yes, Sir."
I knelt and took his cock in his mouth. He wasn't kidding about needing to piss, because he started almost immediately and it seemed like a gallon of piss went into my stomach. Then when he was done, I started sucking him. Just like the first guy he was already edged up so it didn't seem long before he was getting close. Then all of a sudden, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and with just a few more jerks, he shot his cum all over my face and chest. It was 5 good shots of cum and it all seemed very fresh and smelled great. I had it in my goatee, on my nose, in my eyebrows and hair and even some on my chest and little dripped on my cock. He then picked up my t-shirt and wiped his cock off with it, threw it at me and told me to get dressed, but not to wipe off any cum until I got home. The tone in his voice was for sure something I could tell he meant it, and if I didn't do as he said, somehow he would find out. He pulled up his pants and left, so that I could finish dressing. As I left the booth, two other men were just outside and they looked at me with amazement at the cum that was all over my face. I head out of the video booth area into the store part and there he was close to the front door looking at me to make sure I did as I was told. I left quickly, got in my car and then headed home. I still didn't wipe off anything while driving, just on the chance he would follow me home. Once I got home, I cleaned up, but also tried to smell and taste the cum that was on me. All very intoxicating.
After cleaning up, the rest of the day was just getting things done around the house. While working around the house, I had both my Tumblr up as well as my Recon account. A couple of Sirs had messaged me on Recon and I chatted with them for a while, but could tell they were not in mood or position to play today. However, I could tell a couple were horny and probably will want to be serviced soon, but all in all it was okay. But in the late afternoon, I got a text message from Rob. All it said was, "Are you thinking about me fag?" I quickly texted back, "Yes, Sir". But no other response. Fuck, he is really getting into my head more and more.
Saturday was a typical day, brunch with a couple of friends, off to the store and then getting gas in the car. When I got home, took everything from the store into the house, then I stripped. Love walking around naked all the time. I signed into Recon and chatted with a couple of Sirs there, but nothing major. That night looked at several pics (posted some) on Tumblr. Then, I read a couple of stories on Nifty, and a few caught my attention. I realized I hadn't cum since all this with Rob started and my cock was hard from reading these stories. One caught my attention; it that dealt with a dad and his son both being controlled by his son's "boyfriend" who was already using the son. I started jacking on my cock. The "boyfriend" then started using the dad and before I knew it I was cumming in droves. Taking a quick pic of the cum on my belly, I sent the pic through messenger to Rob with the statement, "was just thinking of You, Sir". I got no reply that night, but felt right sending it.
Sunday was as typical as Saturday starting with the weekly brunch with other friends and then getting things together for work. I had assignments for substituting on both Monday & Tuesday. While getting things together, I did other things like watering the plants and getting the trash together since Monday was pick up day. But I always was naked in my own house doing these things...it just felt right. I did spend a little time on the computer, both with Recon and Tumblr, but nothing major. That evening I got a text message from Rob. "Hey Jack, interested in doing lunch on Tuesday or Wednesday this week?" Okay he used my first name so no "Sir" was going to be required.
"Can't on Tuesday, working. But Wednesday sounds good. Where and when?"
"Probably around 12:30, but will let you know tomorrow or Tues for sure and I will figure a place. Both days I will be down by your neck of the woods on business in the morning, so that it might be fun."
"Sounds great, just let me know." As I sent that reply I wondered why he made no comment on the pic from Saturday. I have to remind myself that he is straight, or at the most bi. Well time will tell.
Went to work on Monday, thinking about what had happened in the last week. When substituting, I will journal a great deal on my down times during the day, to help the time pass faster. Sometimes, I have a lot to do as the substitute and at others, it feels more like glorified babysitting; it all depends who has called me. Both of these days were for teachers I knew, and they usually keep it light for me, but still have to do somethings for them. When I started journaling, I got into what had happened during the week with Rob and the Sir at Sunrise Arcade. Went into great detail, as I wrote, of what my mind was trying to work through. That sometimes is my problem, I like to think through things and figure out the good and bad of situations from the past so I can learn. In both of these cases kept writing about the euphoric feeling of being dominated over and how it made this faggot feel. It was like a natural high of life with no drugs. As I was writing some of this stuff down, I realized my cock was "tingling" and I could feel a wet spot of precum in my undies. Thank god not a complete erection, but still loving the feeling. Well, I got through the day without cumming in my pants.
Tuesday was pretty much the same, but halfway through the day I got a text message from Rob. "Okay let's meet @ the diner a couple of blocks from your house."
"You mean Nate's Diner?"
"Ya, that's it. Should be close to 12:30, but will let you know tomorrow midmorning. Is that going to work?"
"Sounds great."
"Might be joined by a friend of mine if you don't mind".
A friend? This could be interesting for sure. "No problem with me" was my response. Then that was it.
Finished off the day substituting and went home. All I kept doing was thinking about this friend of Rob's. Who would he bring to meet me? My mind started to wander in thought about could this be a poker buddy of his or was it possibly another friend from when back when. I mean what was this lunch going to be ending up like. Even weirder was the thought that in the middle of lunch, what if Rob went into Alpha mode, was I supposed to go into faggot mode? Again, sometimes I tend to over think things when I should let it happen. Spent the evening getting horned up looking at naked pics and reading stuff on Nifty. Went to bed leaking...like I always seem to do.
Okay Wednesday morning and got up, had a bowl of cereal and headed for the showers. After shaving, I jumped into the shower and started to soap up. Deciding that I would not clean me out, but wanted to make sure my ass is washed thoroughly. Once clean, I just stayed naked waiting for the text message. Just looked over pics on Tumblr and checked my Recon account. Kind of strange, there was a message there from someone new. Account name was BIMASTER77. I pulled up his profile and not a great deal was on it. The interest line had "Recon men, Master & slaves". In the description he had only written that he was "Somewhat new to this, but as a straight/bi man found interest in degrading and humiliating faggots. I have listed large as size, but not fat, just over average thou". The stats were very basic – (Role) 100% Active. (Height) 6'2", (size) large, and (Safe Sex) needs discussion. No pics on the profile. So I opened the message and it said, "Fag, you are really one sick faggot...you need a real Man like Me to take control." I had never received a message like this, especially on the first message.
I responded, "thank you Sir. currently not looking to be owned, but wish to serve as many Alpha Sirs as possible, Sir"
The response back was interesting. "You never know faggot. W/we need to chat more. Need to run, meeting friends soon fag".
I replied, "Yes Sir. W/we can chat later Sir," and then he just signed off. All I know is this got my dick hard and leaking even before seeing Rob. I really am a faggot whore that loves cock. I browsed Recon to see what Sirs might be on line and looked at some of the pics on Tumblr. Then started to get ready to go to lunch with Rob and HIS friend. I kept thinking, no matter what, it should be a good lunch with good conversation. As I am getting ready, the phone bings with a text message. It's from Rob and all it says was, "will be there by 12:15, hopefully see you by 12:30."
I responded, "Pretty much ready now, so should be there @ 12:15."
"Great (with a smiley face)! Btw nice pic Saturday faggot." An OMG moment...do I say anything back? If I do, do I need to jump into faggot mode? Is he expecting me to be the faggot at lunch now? Then he texted, "Don't worry, you don't have to be a faggot at lunch...just hadn't said anything about the pic."
"Glad you like it. See you @ 12:15". Whew...that was a relief. So I finished getting dressed and cleaned up so I could meet them at 12:15.
Since I got ready with plenty of time, I decided to walk over to the diner since it was less than a mile away. The day was a little cool, but typical for spring, so I wore a zip-up sweatshirt for a jacket over to the diner. While walking, I started thinking about what lunch might be like with the "friend" there; would Rob try to bring up anything sexual or even worse, would I say something on sexual level. Thought about that Rob might try playing footsie under the table. All of this still stirred inside me enough to get me a bit excited. Luckily, it did not give me a full boner when I arrived in the parking lot. Rob was just pulling in to a spot so I walked over to his car. When he got out he gave me another big hug, but what was different is I felt HIS boner in his pants. As he hugged me he whispered, "not today faggot...just be Jack."
Once inside we sat down in a booth and just started general chat, nothing major at this point, just talk. We weren't there 5 minutes when his friend walked through the door.
"Hey Richard, over here," as he waved to his friend. His friend walked over to the table and Rob started the introductions. "Jack, I want you to meet my friend Richard."
As I put out my hand, Richard blurted out, "Mr. Brown?" When I hear this, it usually means a former student. "It's me, Richard Maddox. I was in your 9th grade class like 30 years ago." Another OMG moment, when I realized who it was. I remembered Richard as a 9th grader who was well past puberty, in fact he had twice as much hair on him as any other 9th grade boy and his body had filled out. He was even shaving at that point. I remember thinking how fucking hot he looked then for his age. Looking up at him now, he was still looking very fine for a man in his mid-40s.
"Richard, I can't believe it, but please call me Jack now."
Rob then blurted out, "What a small world." Rob sat down, and Richard slid in the booth next to me. Rob gave me a look of "oh my, did he just sit by you". We started chatting about things, first about the old times as teacher-student 30 years ago, what we were doing now, etc. I found out he was in the retail market for furniture. We ordered lunch, then I started asking questions.
"So how did you and Rob meet?"
Richard jumped in. "Well our wives knew each other and had become friends. We started hanging out as couples and Rob and I just enjoyed chatting, smoking cigars and shooting the breeze with each other. My wife divorced me a couple of years ago, but Rob and I stayed friends."
"Sorry about the divorce."
"She divorced me on general grounds, but still have my doubts." I gave that look of `what?' He continued, "I think she was seeing someone back then, since she claimed to have found someone shortly after the divorce. I think my boys may also feel that way, too. Sam, my youngest was a senior in high school, and stayed with her until he went off to college. My oldest was just finishing up college, so he didn't seem to care at the time. But since then, they both seem to keep their distance from her, especially since she moved with this guy to the west coast." All this time while he was talking about the divorce, his leg kept bumping into my leg and was really turning me on.
We continued to chat about other things, from work by all three of us to the weather and sports to just general crap. I then asked how often they see each other.
Rob stated, "More often now that we are both divorce. Probably 4 or 5 times a month. Just a nice bromance."
Richard interjected with, "We try to get together with a couple of guys at least once a month to play poker. Maybe you could join us sometime. I think you would have a blast."
My interest perked up, but like always a snide come back is what I said. "Well maybe if it were strip poker."
"I'm sure that could be arranged," came out of Richard's mouth. Now I could feel precum dripping in my undies. The only problem with playing strip poker with these guys is that I would work at losing so I could be naked with them all clothed...but I would love that.
We all kind of laughed and continued eating and general chat. Rob had to get up and use the restroom, so Richard and I just kept talking. The three of us sat there for about an hour and a half of eating and talking. Richard finally indicated he needed to go to work. He had the morning off, but was going to work late tonight and that is why he could join us for lunch. Rob grabbed the bill (thank god for CPAs making money), and we all left. In the parking lot, Richard turned and gave me a big hug. What was nice, besides the hug, was I thought I could feel his cock brushing mine. He said we must do this again sometime soon and I agreed. He said goodbye to Rob and got in his car. Then we walked to Rob's car. There he gave me another big hug, but whispered this time, "Richard knows." As we parted, I looked at him with amazement. He then grabbed me again for another hug and whispered, "Get in the car, faggot. I'm driving you home, pig."
As we parted, I said, "Yes, Sir".
I walked around and got in the car. As he started to drive, he asked me, "What are you doing Friday evening fag?" I knew I was to be in faggot mode.
"Nothing Sir. Did you need my service Sir?"
"Yes, faggot. Was thinking I might grill out that night and you can help with that boy. It would be just the two of us." At that moment his phone binged with a message. As he looked at the message he got a big smile on his face. "Well, Friday then fag?"
"What time Sir? Are there any special orders this faggot needs to follow Sir?"
"Be there sharply at 6 o'clock knocking on my door. The thing that is different is I really don't care how fast you strip on my front stoop, I won't be watching that. You strip, fold your clothes neatly, there will be a box on the stoop, put your clothes there, then knock on the door and wait. Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
He didn't drive directly to my house, instead he drove to a small park near there and as we were driving through, he said, "Take off your pants and underwear fag." I did this quickly so I was naked from the waist down. "Now take off your sweatshirt and t-shirt boy." Again, I complied. "Good, you follow orders perfectly. Once we leave the park you will throw the underwear and t-shirt in the back seat. Then you will put on your pants, shoes and sweatshirt. Whatever you have on when we pull into your driveway is what you will wear into your house, understand faggot?"
"Yes Sir."
With that we turned the corner to exit the park and he indicated to start. I threw both the underwear and t-shirt in the back seat. Then I got on my pants and pulled my sweatshirt on as he pulled into the driveway. I did not have time to zip it up.
"Sorry faggot you will have to go into your house with the sweatshirt open and no shoes. See you Friday boy. Oh, by the way, that message I got was from Richard. I had texted while I was in the bathroom to see if he was still interested in possibly using you now that he found out it was his former teacher. He sent back the message in all caps...HELL YA. Now get out of the car fag." I got out of the car and walked up my sidewalk and got into my house as he was pulling away.
Once inside, I again stripped, but noticed that I was leaking a great deal. Going into the den, I sat down and just started thinking about things. But there were two things that really came through. One was the fact that now I was looking forward to Friday, but secondly wondering about when Richard will be entering the picture.