THREE
I keep wiping the precum from the tip of Danny's dick with my fingers, the way he's telling me to do. "Now put your fingers in your mouth and lick them clean. Get your first taste of me." I feel that he's feeding me some kind of drug that's Make me want to do anything he tells me to. I didn't know the word precum; now I know what it means and I also know what it tastes like. I also realize I'm going to get addicted to it.
It gets even better. Danny patiently teaches me how to use my fingers to bring pleasure to his dick but I think the greatest pleasure is mine: for the first time in my life I'm touching somebody else's hard dick, end it's Danny's! He makes me tell him how much I like his dick, how much I want to learn how to make him feel good. He makes me thank him for letting me taste him and to tell him how good he tastes and how much I want more of it. He keeps calling me "queer" and "faggot," but not in an insulting way but rather in a gentle voice that makes me realize he's praising me.
But then he calls me that awful thing I hate so much:—cock-eyed! I get scared and look away. Of course Danny notices it, so he reaches over and puts his fingers under my neck and raises my chin. "Coop, look at me. Something bummed you out and I want to know what it is. I don't want you sad around me. What's bothering you?" I take a breath and say, "Please don't call me cock-eyed, Danny. Please?" Much to my embarrassment, a tears come to my eyes. Danny catches that too. He gently wipes the tears from my eyes with his thumb like some kind of gentle mother. This is the first time Danny has ever acted the least bit affectionate with me and I realize that I'm doomed now. He just made me feel so good.
Bliss is flowing through me and I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. "It makes you feel wonderful when you get to obey me, doesn't it, baby?" I melt. I try to be coy. "Sure, Baby," I answer, then lower my eyes. Suddenly he slaps my face so lightly it just seems like a caress. Or maybe it was meant to be a caress. "Now listen to me, boy. I thought we had worked out what I wanted you to call me. Have you forgotten already?" "No, Sir, I haven't. But can I still call you Danny too?"
"Of course, pup." There he goes: another name for me. I kind of like this one.
"But you have to do something for me in return for permission to use my name, Coop."
I'm Ready to surrender to anything. "Anything, Danny, anything. What do you want me to do, Sir?" I look directly into his eyes and his burn back into me. I feel like he's fucking me with those eyes. "I'll keep that in mind. I'm sure I can find plenty of nice things for a faggot like you to do to show me how grateful you are. Just be a good boy and Do what I tell you." Suddenly all I want is to be his slave. Lower my eyes and humbly say, "Yes, Sir. I want to be a good boy for you."
Holy fucking shit, what that did for me!!!!! I can't imagine any drug could ever make me feel as good as it does when I tell him I'll be a good boy for him. Wow! And immediately I realize that Danny has just taken a big breath himself.
"That's just what I wanted to hear, pup. You promising to be my good boy. We're gonna have a lot of fun, just you wait and see. The car has come to a stop. I guess we're here. What a nice place this is! A house and a cottage and an apartment over the separate garage. "The cottage was given to me on my 18th birthday," Danny told me. "And now I've been given you for YOUR 18th birthday!" I wasn't sure what all that was going to mean for my future, that's for sure. For now I just chuckle along with him as if I understood perfectly what he's getting at. I wonder what would have happened if I'd raised a question or objection? Do I still have that freedom, or was it exhausted after I begged him not to call me "cock-eyed"?
It really ate at me. Finally, I speak up. I must admit I'm very nervous and it shows in my voice. "I'm not sure my parents are ready to give me away so easily," I quip, trying to make it sound like I'm being sarcastic. Danny takes some time to think. Then he turns to me and says, "you'll be amazed at what those of us who are in the upper levels of society can do, and how common boys like you can be bought and sold--figuratively, of course. Don't you realize that you can be easily transferred from one family to another, I could piece of property, without your former knowledge, and whether you want to or not." He chuckles. "I think I'm getting carried away. I apologize if I'm making you uncomfortable. I really want you to have a good time, so feel free to speak up if anything makes you uncomfortable. Just because you are naturally submissive to me does not mean that I'm going to use you as a doormat."
Submissive! Wow! I've never thought of myself as submissive, but it makes sense. I want to obey Danny. I want to make him feel good. I want to devote myself to serving his beautiful dick like the cock hungry faggot I am. I don't say anything else. I'm overwhelmed about how wonderful everything is here, how beautiful. I can't wait to see the cottage. Once we get out of the car, the chauffeur comes around to give me my backpack. "Oh fudge!" Danny says. "I forgot about Mass Sunday. Forgot to tell you to pack a suit. Uuh-oh. Daddy's gonna be disappointed."
"I wish I had known. These are the nicest things I brought with me. Just t-shirts, underpants and pj's."
Danny knows, of course, that I'll be naked most of the time, but he's not going to raise that issue until after dinner tonight before we settle in for the night. He sets that aside and changes the subject. "I hope you'll come to love the cottage, pup," he says with a wink. "Let's go there first. We're having supper with the parents so you can see the house later. I've got better things in mind until then."
"Well I did say I'd do anything, so, I guess I'll . . ."
". . .have a good time." He interrupts me. "Yes, you did promise to do anything I want, and believe, I'll keep that in mind. I really believe you're going to enjoy yourself this weekend. You will be amazed at what you'll find yourself doing. Cleaning off the head of my dick. that was only an appetizer. A juicy appetizer!" He cracks up at his own joke and I have to confess that I crack a smile as well. I'm getting hard thinking of how he got me to do that.
"I can understand. I never imagined doing what you made me do and yet wow, it really turned me on to be doing what you wanted me to do for you. That was so hot!"
"Doing something because I want you to. Yes, boy, you'll be doing a lot of this. Licking my juice off your fingers is only the start, pup." I get titillated when he calls me pup. And he notices it. I can tell by the satisfied gleam in his eye. "I'm also good at finding names for you, my pet," he says and puts his hand on the back of my neck and gently squeezes. "come this way." He guides me to a walkway that goes around the back of the cottage. This is the entrance he uses most of the time. It opens right into the kitchen.
As soon as we get inside and shut the door, Danny turns to me and says, "So you are going to do whatever I want you to do, are you? Good. Then take off your sneakers and socks and leave them by the door. I want you barefoot in here. I want to be able to see your toes." And sure enough: once my feet are bare he makes me lift each foot and wiggle my toes for him. This is so embarrassing, but so hot at the same time.
And I do what he just told me to do. Wow. I didn't even question it or ask why. I just obeyed him. Again. What made it almost amazing was that Danny reached out and helped me keep my balance while I was getting barefoot. "Come and see the rest," he says, and walks through a door into a little eating nook, and through that to a nice living room with couch and comfy chairs and a large TV. They hadn't yet gotten to large flat screens. No matter, because Danny never turns it on all the time we're here.
There's a big bathroom with a big shower--big enough for two, I think. "Here's the guestroom," he says, "but it isn't set up yet. You'll sleep with me. In here." His room is awesome and is still decorated like a kid's room with all sorts of cartoon characters on the walls and also on his bedspread and sheets. "My mother keeps asking me if I want her to re-do my room to make it more fitting for a grown boy, but I keep refusing. I like having my old friends around with me." I think that's adorable, of course.
"I don't blame you. It's awesome. Makes me feel like a kid again."
"Right. That's why I keep it. I just hope that Mickey and Pluto and Popeye won't get upset that I'm gonna have a faggot in bed with me." Ulp. "They'll probably like it fine because I promised to be a good boy for you and they love you," I respond creatively. Danny chuckles and comes right over to me and pats my face with his hand a couple times.
"I have a nice big bed so you'll have your own space if you want distance from me" The way he lookes at me when he says that tells me that he doesn't plan on having any distance at all between us. Oh, I can't believe all of this: tonight I might get to sleep in Danny's arms! (After I licked his armpits clean, but I didn't' know that yet.)
There was one more room with a locked door. "What's in there?"
"I've got some special equipment, some gym stuff and a couple other things I'm slowly collecting. I'll show you some time but not now. I need to use the bathroom. Why don't you go back to the kitchen and get me a coke. Take something for yourself as well. There are a few different things in there. Help yourself." With that he heads to the bathroom but leaves the door open. I stand by the door and listen to him piss into the toilet. He pisses a lot and hard, but I don't understand why I'm making note of this. As soon as he stops I rush to the kitchen and get the coke for him and a 7-Up for me. I carry them into the living room, not sure where to put them. I am well aware of the fact that I was just ordered to fetch him a drink and I didn't even think of disobeying him. And you know what? I like the way it feels.
I hear the toilet flush. He comes out and his fly is still open. I can't help but look and he catches me. "I've noticed that you always seem to look at a guy's crotch even before you look at his face. That's why they gave you that nickname in school. I know you hated it, but you have to realize that you were to blame. You've always had your eyes fixed on what's between our legs or at least what you imagined was between our legs. But here with me now, Coop, you don't need to imagine any more. You can always get to see my junk. And taste it. A lot.." He takes the coke from my hand.
"You should have opened them for us. Go inside. There's a church key in the drawer by the sink. Bring it here," he says without a `please.' I get it and bring it out. He hands me his bottle. "So open them for us." He hands the bottle back to me. I stick my own between my legs and open his. "Put your hand around the neck and jerk it off like it's a dick. Get some practice before I give you mine, boy." I do so and he laughs. "You're such a queer!" he says, then, "I mean that in a nice way. I'm glad you're queer, Coop, so no offense."
I do what he says while looking into his eyes. I can't seem to take my eyes away from his. "Good boy. I can't wait until you do that to my dick later on." He reaches out and I give him his bottle then open my own. "There's a trash can below the sink. Drop the lids in it and put the key back in the drawer like a good boy. When you come back out here I'll have a nice surprise for you."
Something strange happens to me whenever he uses the words "good boy." I feel proud that he's pleased with me. No one has ever spoken to me like that before and coming from him, it means a lot. I feel special. I'm hoping he'll keep calling me that even though I'm a faggot. it doesn't seem to bother him. I keep repeating what he said to me in my mind, "I'm glad you're queer." What a relief! I never thought anyone would be glad I'm a fag.
With that, he reaches into his fly and pulls out his dick—not all the way, just enough so I can see the entire head which, like almost all of us back then, was nicely cut and to my mind, beautifully shaped and juicy. "Get your eyes up here," he says, pointing to his face. "Don't look down." He walks right up to me, drinking from his coke bottle. "Close your eyes, Gavin." No one ever calls me by my first name, so it really gets to me that he does so. It's like he's telling me that I mean something special to him. Gavin. Wow. When he says it he sounds possessive. It sounds like he has a special interest in me. Gavin. Boy. Pup. Good boy. All these names send thrills through me when he uses them.
"No one ever calls me Gavin," I say, still keeping my eyes closed.
"I know. I like calling you that. I like it that I know you personally, possessively. So, Gavin, here's what I want you to try. Reach down and feel around until your fingers find the head of my dick, then hold onto it and run your thumb around the ridge very slowly. Make me feel good, . . . Gavin."
Wow. It feels so good to hold him in my fingers. It feels amazing. I can feel him getting harder, too. He groans. "so good, boy, how you're making me feel. That's why I brought you here, to make me feel good. Is this the first time you ever touched a dick? Oh wait, I know it isn't. You used to play with guys' dicks back at that camp, didn't you?"
I nod my head, still afraid to open my eyes. "Yes, a lot. But this is different, Danny."
"Why? How is it different?"
"Because it's yours," I confess, and I can feel myself blushing when I say it.
"Mine," he says. "Yes, Gavin. My dick is special to you, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is, Danny."
"Sir."
"Yes, it is, Sir."
"I like it when you call me Sir. It shows you respect me. It shows that I have authority over you, that I'm better than you, that you're here to do whatever I tell you to do, just like you promised me before. Right? pup?"
"Right, Sir."
"Open your eyes and look at it, faggot. Look at my dick. Look at what you're here to please. Admit you're a faggot. My personal faggot this weekend."
I do as I'm told and it's so beautiful, getting redder from all the attention I'm giving it. "Yes, Sir. I'm a faggot. I want to be your personal faggot, Sir. Do whatever you want."
"Then kneel down, faggot. Kneel down so your face is closer to my dick." I do so and I can tell that he's leaking a bit again.
"That's a good boy. Now you don't have to use your fingers to clean off the head of my dick. You can use your tongue. Taste me directly." I've never put my tongue to anyone's dick before.
"Do it, boy. Lick the head of my dick clean like a good boy. Like a good faggot."
I put my hands to his legs to steady myself and lean forward. This is a big moment. The first time I taste a dick. The first time I get to taste Danny's dick. I stick out my tongue, tentatively, and touch his slit. "Go on, faggot, use your tongue to keep my dick clean. Lap it up, Gavin. Is this the first time you've ever tasted a dick, or did you do that at camp too?"
"no, sir. This is the first time."
"How's it taste, faggot?'
"Good, Sir, So very good."
"It feels good too. But it's gonna feel a lot better. Here's a big treat for your faggot mouth, Gavin. Put your mouth around the entire head. Suck on it a little. Lick it clean when it leaks. Use your tongue to feel the ridge. Move your faggot tongue all around it."
. . . . "Oh yeah, man. So fucking nice. Such a good faggot for me, boy. Your mouth and my dick—a perfect combination. Treat it good, like a good queer. Show me how much you've dreamed about doing something like this, actually having part of my dick in your mouth for you to taste and play with. Just the tip, Gavin. That's enough for now. We'll save the rest for later on."
Oh man. I wish I never have to take my mouth off it. I hang on tightly to his legs and roll my tongue all around the head of his beautiful dick, hoping this isn't just a dream. No, it's not a dream. This is goddamn real! I've got Danny's dick in my mouth, licking up his juice, making him feel good. Yeah! I am Danny's faggot.
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