Scout Rob In Control Part 3
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Preface-This story is fiction based on a fantasy I wish to happen. The recalling of earlier events in life are based off of true events, but the names have been changed to protect those involved. The use of any screenname is the author's and you do have permission to look at those sites with the consent of this author.
Thank you to the many people who either e-mailed me or went to Recon and gave me feedback on Part 1 & 2, and again I welcome feedback on this part story. Also happy to receive messages on my Tumblr page, which a few of you did. Please e-mail me at kcamsub@gmail.com Go to my Recon account kcam Tumblr kcolderfaggot
Also wanted to let you know an Alpha Sir in England dared me to write about the first time this faggot realized it was a true submissive faggot. That story is on my Tumblr page.
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Scout Rob In Control Part 3 – "Steak Dinner"
As I went to bed that night after the "lunch", all I could think about was going to Rob's on Friday night. The thought of stripping on his front stoop and standing there just got my cock leaking again. It seemed Rob was reading up on how to be an Alpha Sir, or maybe he has been one all along and kept it a secret. Laying there in bed, I revisited the hug when he told me that Richard knew. I could still feel his semi-hard cock through his pants. Then I started thinking about how he ordered me to strip in the car in the park, and as I am trying to sleep, my cock is hard and leaking. I again tasted my precum and it tasted great. Okay, now I need to get some sleep, so I turned off the light, rolled over and tried to sleep.
Thursday was another substituting assignment, so the day went somewhat fast; and I did not have an assignment for Friday. On Friday morning I woke up a bit late and noticed a message on my phone. Another text message from Rob. "Two more things about tonight faggot. One bring your phone in, I will want to take pics of you on your phone. Two, if you have a butt plug bring it with you. If you need lube bring that as well."
I responded, "Yes, Sir. have a butt plug and will bring it. Sir." Rob was really planning something this time and it does not look like he is leaving anything to chance. I spent the rest of the morning doing general things and had an early lunch, so I could go to liquids after that. Midafternoon, I got out the butt plug and a small jar of Elbow Grease, my favorite lube, and put them next to my keys and wallet. I planned on leaving no later than 5:15 because it is about a 30 minute drive and with rush hour that should be okay. I went to work on cleaning me up and out. First, I shaved and took a shower. After that, I went to work on cleaning out my ass. Using my Shower Buddy spray nozzle, I started the process. It took about 4 good refills to make sure the ass was clean. Since Rob was planning on playing with my asshole, I got out one of my favorite dildos and lubed it up. I know that if I play with my ass a bit now, it will help to loosen it up for later play. I went on ahead and shoved it in very slowly; god only knows how slowly Rob will want to shove in the butt plug. I just wanted to make sure that there was some give already with my ass when he would play with it. Doing all this was good, but I still had at least 45 minutes before I had to leave. I gave myself a couple of more times with the spray up the ass and then lubed the dildo and stuck it in again. It all felt good, and I think I was pretty ready. I threw on my tighty whities underwear (which always makes me feel like a "boy"), a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and shoes. I was ready. With all this prep, I looked at the clock and it was 4:54. I thought what the hell, I would rather be early in his neighborhood then late all together, so I grabbed everything (keys, wallet, lube, phone and butt plug) and went out to the car to head over there.
On the way over, I kept thinking about what might happen, which kept my cock stirring and leaking. It loves to leak. Then I got caught in rush hour traffic. It was a bit heavier than normal for a Friday night, so it was slow going. I worked my way through the traffic heading to Rob's, but it just seemed like a snail's pace. As I was able to turn off on the subdivision where he lives, I noticed the time; it was 5:50. Wow, the traffic was slow, and I am now glad I left earlier than plan. Then it started to rain, not a hard rain, just a typical Midwest April shower rain. I drove around for a few minutes then pulled up into his driveway. Waited until 5:56 was showing on the phone, and got out of the car, in the rain, grabbed all the stuff and walked up to his front stoop. Part of it was covered, but not much so I was still getting wet. The box for my stuff was under the easement enough that it prevent my stuff from getting wet. Then I noticed it had a padlock with key on it, in the open position, which meant I was to lock the box when everything was in there. I really didn't care since in a minute I would be naked, knocking on his door.
I put the wallet and my keys in the box first, then took off my shirt and folded it and placed it there. The rain felt cold on my bare body. Then I took off my shoes and socks, putting the socks inside the shoes, lifting the shirt, I put the shoes in there then the shirt on top. Next I undid the belt, pulled it out, rolled it up and put it next to the shirt. This was followed by my jeans which I folded followed by my tighty whities and folded them and laid all of it in there. Locking the box, I took a quick look at the phone and it read 5:59...whew made it. I stood in front of the door and knocked on it holding my phone, the key to the padlock, the jar of lube and the butt plug. The rain just kept coming down and my body was feeling a bit cold, maybe that is why it felt like he took forever. I just think he waited until his phone read 6:00.
He finally opened the door and stood there in his running shorts and t-shirt on. He opened the screen door and kind of stepped out, taking my phone, lube and butt plug.
"How do I unlock your phone fag?"
"You just have to tap the screen then swipe the screen, there is no lock or pattern Sir."
"Good, I'll be right back", and left me standing there in the rain naked and fully exposed to the neighbors, holding the key to the padlock. Well again, not completely exposed, since the garage and some of the bushes protected me. When he came back to the door he was holding my phone and then took a picture of me, naked, through the screen door.
"Just wanted proof," as then opened the screen door, took the key and ordered me inside. There was a towel on the floor and he ordered me to stand on it with my hands behind my head. I did just that. He dropped the key into a bowl that was on the table next to the front door. Standing there dripping with Rob taking pics of me naked was kind of weird, but as a faggot, I really didn't mind. I was just wondering why he was using my phone instead of his phone.
Then he started walking around me, running his fingers gently over my tits, my ass and as he walked around in front of me, he grabbed my balls and squeezed slightly. With a slight moan from me, he knew I loved it. "Remember in my presence, these balls are for me to play with."
"Yes Sir."
He threw me a dish towel and said, "Dry off fag." As I dried off, he sat down in his chair still just staring at me naked. As soon as I dried off, I dropped the towel and put my hands back behind my head. "Good faggot," was what he said as I did this.
"Since I am pretty new to all this, rules will be made as we go along. I always reserve the right to add rules and even change rules to my pleasing. Good with you faggot?"
"Yes Sir".
"Good, glad you understand boy. Now go out on the patio and start the grill. When you come back inside, stand on the towel next to the sliding door until you're dry. But first come over here, I need to inspect those balls closer."
I did as I was told and as I stood next to him, he again grabbed and squeezed them. Letting them go, he started bouncing them with his palm from underneath. "These will be fun to play with, and according to what I saw on your Tumblr account, you will probably enjoy it. Now get outside to that grill," almost barking those last words as a drill sergeant.
I went outside and I could tell that he had rearranged things from the other night. I knew better to move anything at all, so I went over to the grill, which had an automatic starter, and started the grill. What was interesting is the fact that the grill was under the awning so it would stay dry, but where I had to stand to cook the steaks was in perfect line with the rain coming down. I mean, if I didn't know better, Rob had planned the rain even. After getting it started and setting it to high, I let it burn for about a minute as I stood in the rain. Then I took the scraper and started scraping off the old stuff that had been burnt on from the last time he used it. Once that was pretty clear, I went back inside and stood on the towel by the sliding door, with my hands behind my head. Rob had switched seats and was seating on the sofa so he could look out at me when I was cooking.
"Good boy. I like how you assume that position. Okay, first rule; unless otherwise instructed, when not doing a task or just sitting, you assume this position...just like you did. We will call this `standard position'. Understand fag?"
"Yes Sir," as stood there dripping and a bit cold. He just sat there looking at me with kind of a smirk on his face.
After a couple of minutes, which seemed like forever, he said, "Use this to dry off the rest," throwing me what I thought was another small towel. I grabbed it and realized it was my tighty whities that I had worn over here. He had gone outside while I was working on the grill and got them. "Your underwear comes in handy for different things, doesn't it boy?"
"Yes Sir, and thank you Sir."
"On my god, where are my manners. You thirsty fag?"
"Yes Sir." I wasn't really that thirsty, but felt he wanted me to be thirsty. I immediately started thinking; was he going to offer his piss to me or was it something else?
"There's something in the kitchen for you to drink, just around the corner. But I want to see my fag boy crawl into the kitchen for it."
I got down on all fours and started to crawl into the kitchen. As I turned the corner I spotted a bowl on the floor near the dinner table. Rob really had looked at my Tumblr, since several times I post other faggots doing demeaning things like this. I knew what to do, so I crawled over and started lapping up the water. Then I heard that sound of a pic being taken, but I didn't stop.
"MMM, need to do a little inspecting of that ass of yours." My ass was stuck up in the air so it wasn't that hard to inspect. Then I felt his hands rubbing my ass cheek nice and slowly. He then took his fingers and ran it down my crack and played with my asshole a bit. While doing that he used his other hand and bounced my balls up and down.
"Nice ass, and it needs some attention." His hands disappeared, then I felt something cool being pulled along one of my ass cheeks. Then it hit me, he was using a marker to write something on my ass. I just kept drinking but was trying to figure out the letters. Then he stood up, sighed and said, "Nice." Once again, I heard the sound of a picture being taken.
Rob blurted out, "Ok enough water, you need to start cooking these steaks. Hopefully, you can cook them between medium done to medium well done, boy. Now take them out there and start cooking them. Stay out there until they are done."
I got up and with a Yes Sir, I took the plate with the steaks and went outside. As I was walking outside, I noticed that one steak was larger than the other, but really didn't think too much of it. Being outside, I knew what he meant for me to do; stand in the rain the whole time I was out there, so I put on the steaks, closed the lid and stood there, naked with hands behind my head, standard position. Again getting soaked from the rain, I was thinking that I would probably get a springtime cold from this, but I needed to follow through to please Rob.
After a while, Rob came outside, lit his cigar and asked how the steaks were doing. I immediately looked at the steaks and told him a few more minutes and I should be able turn them over. I assumed my position again, and he just smiled. He sat down in his chair, which was under the awning, smoking on his cigar. What I noticed at that moment was that my butt plug and lube were on the small table next to his chair. I hadn't noticed them until he sat down.
"Boy I think that ass of yours needs some strong attention. Come over here fag and turn around for me to look at that ass, slut."
I did that keeping hands behind my head the whole time. He again smoothly rubbed my ass cheeks and swatted the left one.
"Bend over fag, so I can get a real good look at that cumhole of yours." I bent over and he started to finger my asshole. Then he stopped and I heard the lube jar being opened. What I felt next was his finger with lube on it, fingering and going into my hole. I moaned for him, because I know I should, but it felt good as well. He stuck the finger in more and more, then I felt a second finger enter. Was he going to fist me? I am not really into fisting and had only done it a couple of times. Fisting really did little for me, but if he wanted to do it, I guess I would let him.
"Very nice hole boy," as he used his other hand to swat my ass again. "But it's time to use that hole". I felt his fingers leave my hole and in then less than a minute, I could feel the butt plug being inserted. I have had the butt plug up my ass enough to know what it feels like, but only a few times have I had my Sir doing it. Most of the time, the Sirs I have serviced would rather work with dildos and anal beads, if they want something up this shoot, besides their cock. My cock by now was dripping precum like crazy as he started putting the plug in, and yes, he did put it in rather fast. I wasn't use to having being inserted that fast, but again Rob was in charge. I gasped a little, but felt my hole closing around the base. He then took his finger and wiped the precum from my dick on it. He told me stand and turn around, which I did, squeezing my asshole so the butt plug was in all the way.
"Lick boy," as he stuck his finger towards me. I licked up all the precum, sucking on his finger. "Take care of the steaks boy," was his next order.
I went over to the grill, lifted the lid and I turned over the steaks. Then I closed the lid and reassume the standard position.
"Fag, you are really good at this," was what he said with that smirk of his. "Sit down in that chair boy." The chair was not under the awning, like it was the other night, but now by the privacy fence in the rain. I sat down, feeling the butt plug in my ass.
"Ok boy, I want you to keep licking up your precum anytime you have some. Now let's talk about tonight. First after dinner, you will need to wash the dishes and put them away." He was saying this in a very "Alpha Master" tone while smoking his cigar, which was turning me on. "Then, we are going to sit down and you will pull up your Recon account for me, so I can read how much of a faggot you really are. If I remember it is k c a m, correct."
"Yes, Sir"
"Then before I send you home with that butt plug in your ass, which you will wear for the rest of the evening here and all the way to your house, I will play with your cock and balls somewhat hard. Remember, this is all new for me, but I can tell you are enjoying it, so I guess I am doing okay. Then, right before you leave you will suck me off, but this time you will wear the cum on your face all the way home."
"Yes, Sir"
"When you get home, you will take three pics and send them to me. One will be of your face with the cum on it standing on the front porch of the house. Second will be of your totally naked in standard position in front of your fireplace. Third will be a pic of you bending over showing me you still have the butt plug in. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir"
"Ok, how's the steaks doing boy?" As we both got up, I lifted the lid, Rob put his cigar out and walked over and looked at the steaks. "They look done to me. Get the steaks off the grill and hand them to me. I will take them, boy. You will need to stand on the towel a bit before you can come into the kitchen."
As he took the steaks from me, I turned off the grill and let it stay open so it can cool down faster. I went over and walked inside and stood on the towel again, in the standard position. I could hear Rob getting plates out and fixing things. After a short bit, he walked in again and again threw me my tighty whities to dry off, which I did. He then said to come into the kitchen when I was dry. As I came in, I saw two plates on the table, but only one had a baked potato on it.
"Come on and sit down fag," as he pulled out the chair with the plate with only the steak. As I started walking over, I noticed something on the seat to protect it. I wasn't surprised, since other Sirs have done the same when this faggot was naked. Then I realized it was my t-shirt from the other day, the one I threw in the backseat of Rob's car. Before I sat, Rob moved and quickly sat at his seat, then I sat. Things still seemed a bit odd, where was my silverware?
Rob jumped up and said, "Oh I forget that special sauce I made this morning." He went to the refrigerator and pulled out a small container. After opening it, he got a spoon and stirred up the contents. He then walked over to my plate and started putting it on my steak. It was a white sauce of some kind. "Woke up this morning with a hard-on, so I jacked off and saved it for your steak, pig." That is what is was; his morning cum. But I was still confused, what was I going to eat the steak with. He then started cutting up the steak for me, basically into small bite size pieces.
As he finished cutting it up, he said, "Since you are a faggot pig, you should eat like one. Put your arms to behind the chair, boy."
I did, and then he produced handcuffs and cuffed my hands together around one of the rungs below the seat. There I was naked, cuffed to the chair, sitting at the table with the plate in front of me. Now I had to eat with no hands like a pig. Out of nowhere, Rob put a baked potato on my plate, cut it open, and enlarged the opening with his hands. "Dig in", was all I got for an order, as he sat down and started eating his steak and potato with a knife and folk. I knew what to do, but it is degrading to have to do this in front of him, which is what he wanted. I just bent over and planted my face into the plate, started eating. As I was eating he said, "Pigs grunt when they eat...do it boy". So as I was eating, you could hear me make pig sounds, then I heard the click of the camera phone again, but I just kept eating like a pig. His cum on the steak tasted great, but the steak itself had a slightly different flavor then I was used to. It didn't matter, I need to eat it all to please Rob.
As we finished up, Rob said, "Ah faggot, you made such a mess of yourself. I think I need to clean you up." He got up from the table wiping his mouth with his napkin, then reached for something on the counter. He held it up in front of me; it was my underwear from lunch the other day, the ones he made me throw into the backseat. He proceeded to wipe up my face with my underwear. As he was finishing it up, he took the underwear, said "open up" and then stuffed into my mouth. "Don't spit it out," was what he ordered.
"Change of plans. Instead of later playing with your balls, we are going to do it now." He pulled the chair away from the table and more into the middle of the room. With my hands tied behind me, and my mouth gagged, he could be as brutal as he wanted and all I could do was a muffled scream and tears. I heard him shuffle some stuff, then he came up behind me. He showed me the wooded spoon.
"We are going to play for 5 minutes, then you can clean up in here. This is going to be intense at times." With that he leaned over me and started lightly tapping on my cock and balls with the spoon. I started to moan with the action. After about a minute, he walked around in front of me, pulled up his chair and sat, then grabbed my balls and began stretching them. "I will want these to hang lower, so we will have to get ball stretchers." He then went back to the spoon for a while, with more intensity on them. He ended up just bouncing and stretching my balls. Not sure if we went 5 minutes, it felt longer, and it really didn't want it to stop.
Then he went and got his lap top. He put it on the dinner table, opened it and got on line. He sat down and fumbled with the keys. Then he stopped looked at me and said, "What's your e-mail fag?" He pulled out the underwear that was in my mouth and I told him and he typed it in. "Now your password for Recon slut". I gave that to him and he put that in. He stuffed the underwear back into my mouth and said, "While you're cleaning up the kitchen, I going to learn about your perverted ways on Recon." With that, he uncuffed me and told me to get busy. As I cleaned up from dinner, including doing the dishes, drying them and putting them away, Rob just sat there and smirked a great deal. He even did the "oh my's" a couple of times, which I wish I knew what he was reading at the time. I was finishing drying the dishes and he got up and came over behind me and started to hump me. With the butt plug in my ass, it felt somewhat like he was fucking me. As I finished, he whispered, "Someday it's going to be my dick, fag."
With everything done, he said, "Before you get to wear my cum, let's go into the living you and chat boy."
As we walked in, he went to his chair, and I knew to stand in the standard position, which I did. "Relax boy, sit." So I started for the sofa, but was quickly stopped with, "No...I mean sit on the floor next to my chair boy." So I walked over and sat on the floor right next to his chair. He put his hand on top of my head and patted it, like I was his dog, which again felt degrading...but right.
He took the underwear out of my mouth, which by now my jaw was really hurting. We chatted about the Recon profile a bit. He asked me what gunge was, and I told him that is was mess play. This faggot does get a rush when food and other things get poured over it. I told someday, I hoped to be on farm and thrown into a mud pit or maybe cow manure, which would be so degrading. We did talk about other non-important things. Then Rob asked, "Boy, you didn't say much about the steak tonight, didn't you like it?"
"Yes Sir, especially with your morning sauce you put on it Sir"
"Hopefully the steak itself tasted good. I marinated all day with some special ingredients just for you boy." I turned and looked at him and kind of half smiled. "You see the marinated ingredients was my piss from this morning fag. I saw on your Tumblr page how much you like piss, so I thought you would enjoy a steak that had been sitting in Sir's piss all day, pig. Let's face it; that meat was all of me slut."
I had never before had a steak marinated in piss, but I was really getting turned on by this thought. I remembered Rob saying to lick up my precum, and I had a lot. He saw me do it and said I was a good boy.
"Okay time to get you home fag, but it really is time for you to get a facial from you old scout buddy, isn't fag."
It seems all I can say anymore is "Yes, Sir", which I did.
"I need to have a cigar while enjoying this, so let's go outside to the patio, but faggot, you crawl out there." So as he got up and started walked towards the patio door, I crawled behind him. Once outside, he closed the lid to the grill, stretched a bit, then turned around and looked at me with that power in his eyes. "You've been a good faggot this evening, so time for your reward. These shorts are not going to come down themselves, boy," as he stood there lighting up his cigar. I crawled over and pulled his shorts down. Then I lifted each foot separately taking the shorts all the way off. He was already hard and I could see some precum. "Worship my foot, slut". I bent over and started kissing and licking his feet. He reached over me and patted the butt plug to make sure it was in and secure. "Enough." He walked over to his chair and sat down. I crawled over there and looked up at him with a look of desire. "Beg".
"Please Sir, this faggot needs to worship your cock and have the nectar that is your cum Sir."
He just did a little laugh then pointed at his cock. I immediately went to work on this cock, first licking the precum. I always love the taste of precum. Then I slide my mouth up and down on both sides, taking in his balls when close to them. I then just kept working on his cock and balls and every so often I would look up at him, and he just kept smoking like he didn't have a care in the world. After a while, he took his right foot and started bouncing my balls around a little, which of course made my cock leak more. I just kept working his cock with my mouth and moaned to let him know I was really into it. As he was about 2/3s of the way completed with his cigar, he took his cock out of my mouth and stood up. I just kept on my hands and knees and looked up at him. He grabbed his cock with one hand and started jerking while keeping the other hand free so he could work his cigar. He even flicked some ashes on me to show his power. Then he said, "You are going to look like such a slut with my cum on your face, faggot." Then with a few more jerks, he squirted his cum on my face. There were about 4 really strong squirts the several smaller ones. He finished it off by taking his cock and wiping it on my face and goatee. He then sat back down, and I went on his cock to clean it up.
"You really are a cocksucking faggot whore," and with that he picked up my phone again and took a picture. As I finished cleaning him with my mouth, I noticed he typed something on my phone. Can't wait to see what it is.
Leaning back he said, "Okay slut, besides the three pics I want you to take when you get home, your phone has several pics of you being the faggot you are, from this evening. I took them for several reasons. One, send me the top 10 ones you like so I can see what you enjoyed. If it is 11 or 12 that is okay, but no more. Second, I wanted you to see what kind of slut you really are...which trust me you are. Third, I have been sending almost every pic to Richard to show him what you are capable of doing as a slut. He has already sent some things back to you." My mind went wild thinking that Richard has now seen me naked and doing some...well let's just say...unique things. "The thing is, you are not to look at the pics or any messages, until after you have sent me the three pics I require. Remember, I want the three pics in the order I told you." I hope I remember the order, but I dare not ask. "All of this is to be completed by midnight tonight. You may only respond to Richard if he has asked you a question, and only answer that question. Hopefully I have made myself clear."
Again I said, "Yes Sir," as cum was sticking to my face. I really felt like a slut whore.
"Since we are coming up on the end of tax season, I won't be able to do this again until after the 15th (when all taxes are due in the mail). So ANY time you jack off from now until the next time we meet, you are to show it to me via pic, then lick all of it up somehow. Now that the 15th is on a Thursday, I am planning on that Friday heading to the lake for the weekend. Faggot, I want you to come with me. Let me know in the next week if you can. Now get me my shorts and put them on me." With that I crawled over and got his shorts, turned back around and as he lifted each leg, I put the shorts on. Then he stood up, and I pulled them all the way up.
"Okay, stand up and walk in." Since the rain had almost stopped and I didn't really get wet, so I didn't have to dry off. He just walked right to the front door, with me following him and before he opened it he said, "Turn around and bend over," which I did, of course. With his hand, he patted the end of the butt plug to make sure it was in good. "Good, still secure."
With that, he opened the door, gave me my phone and the padlock key, then pointed to leave. As I passed him, he swatted my ass, which again felt good. The screen door closed and he locked it, but watched me get dress. I did it as quickly as I could and was thankful it wasn't raining. Once I was together, I looked at Rob (he smiled with an evil grin) and I walked to the car. I could hear him close the door. Once in the car, I looked at myself in the rearview mirror...yes I looked like a cum slut.
As I pulled out his driveway, I could feel the cum beginning to gel and set, but I didn't wipe it off. A little did drip on my shirt, but that was okay. All the way home, I was going through the instructions given to me. The three pics, okay the order was; one was the front porch showing the cum on my face, two was totally naked in front of the fireplace and three was bent over showing the butt plug. Okay I should remember those. Then I have to go through the pics he took of me and pick out the top 10...that meant no less than 10, but he said I could go up to 12. Send him those pics. Then I could check the messages from Richard. I had to get that all completed by midnight. I looked at the clock on the dashboard and it was 9:15. I was really going to have to hustle.
After parking the car in the garage, I quickly went to the front porch, took a "selfie" of me and my cum filled face and sent it to Rob. Good 1st task completed. Then I went inside and stripped (which is nothing new, sense I do it all the time), and set up my camera phone to take a pic of me in front of the fireplace. Had it on a timer, got it set and took the standard position and flash' it was done. I looked at it and then sent it to Rob. Good two down and now for number three. Using the same set up, but just got closer, I took a pic of my ass. There I was bent over, ass showing the butt plug and then flash' third pic. Looked at it and you could see the butt plug with no problem.
I then went upstairs and took the butt plug out. It really felt good to have it out, but it also felt kind of empty. No matter I had completed the `3 picture' task. Now I need to go through the pics and pick 10 to 12 pics and send them. When I opened the camera to see how many pics he had taken, it was over 30. I don't remember hearing that many clicks, but there they were. He had taken pics of every step from this faggot naked on the front stoop to it bending over before it left to make sure the butt plug was there. The crazy part about the pics is I really liked them all because they showed me as a slut. I sent him the one of me standing on the patio in the standard position in the rain when the steaks were cooking. Had to send the one of me with my face smashed to the plate trying to eat. Then I saw the one of me sucking on his cock when he was smoking his cigar; a must. Then there it was; my ass in the air drinking out of the bowl and across my ass was written "faggot". I had totally forgot he had written something, and immediately sent him that one. I chose six others from me washing dishes with my underwear in the mouth to him squeezing my balls. As stated they all were good.
Now I looked at the messages and I had 12 of them, all from Richard. The first four were just general comments on the pics that had just been sent. Number five was a pic and comment. The pic was of his hairy ass and the note was "will be your dinner someday." It was a fine ass and yes I wanted to eat it bad. Six and seven were just messages of comments. One of them was the comment of the pic of me eating saying, "Good table manners for a pig, slut". But no questions yet, so no response from me. Number eight was a question..."What is your Tumblr page called?" I responded as instructed with just an answer..."kcolderfaggot". Nine was just another comment of me standing in the standard position. The tenth message was just pic and a message. It was a pic of his feet and the message was, "Worship, faggot." But, the eleventh one was the one that got to me the most. It was just a pic and it was of Richard standing nude with his hands on his hips. I thought I could shot my load right there, a very fine looking man. The last one was just a message, but this time a question, "Ok fag, can you take both Rob and myself at the same time?" No problems responding to this, "Yes, without a doubt and it would be my pleasure." I looked at the time it was now just coming up on 11 so I had done everything Rob had told me to do before midnight. I chose to send a text message to Rob stating, "I have completed all the tasks Sir. Thank you a great night Sir. your worthless faggot." He quickly responded, "Good, night faggot".
I decided that I needed to wear the cum all night, so I had a little night cap of red wine and decided to head to bed. I just kept thinking about Rob and Richard. God, Rob had really stepped into this role of being a Dom, and I still wonder if he was always like this but just closeted when married or is this really new for him. If new he is a quick learner. The only reason I think he is still just learning is the fact of how fast he shoved that butt plug in. As for Richard, he is fucking hot. I can't wait to get my mouth of his cock. But it looks like it might be a while for both. Guess I will have to jack off at home or head over to Sunrise Arcade for some cock.
But, trust this faggot, he will be thinking about the next time and hoping for both Alpha Sirs.