"Good PussyBoy. You have pleased me. You may now go to bed. But be sure to leave the loads you missed on your face to dry, so that they will be a reminder that the PussyBoy will not enjoy a full load until he has Master's cock buried in his mouth. Goodnight."
And with that, the dial tone kicked in. I was spent. I was laying in my tub, a butt plug covered in saliva laying on my chest, a dildo still half buried in my ass, and another load drying on my face. I laid like that for about five minutes, until I decided to move to the bedroom. Just then, I heard the doorbell. I grabbed a towel and looked through the peephole, and saw Kevin, the 55 year old bachelor who lived above me. I opened the door, forgetting the half dried cum on my face, and almost fainted when he said "So what's this I hear about someone controlling your cum?"
"Um, I don't know what you mean." I said, trying to hide my shame as I knew my face was turning beet red.
"Oh don't lie to me, you little faggot!" He yelled, as he walked past me into the apartment, pushing the door closed behind him.
"I've heard you since the second week you moved in. Every time that bitch girlfriend of yours went to work, you were on the phone with some other fag, saying shit like "Fuck me Daddy." I knew something wasn't quite right about you, and then I started hearing that shit. For hours on end sometimes. And then that bitch finally got some sense to walk out on you."
I was standing there in total shock. I had been having sessions with various men over the last two years I had lived here, and for the past year with Master. I had been more and more open with my sexuality, but hadn't been confronted with it since I was in high school and got drunk with a friend and ended up with his cock in my mouth. I had definitely never been confronted like this. And all along I thought the TV being on loud had covered my yells when I called Master. I guess I had been more carried away and hadn't paid attention to how loud I was.
"So do you have anything to say for yourself, faggot?"
"Um, nnnno Sir" I said, not sure what to do.
"Sir? You some kind of submissive little fuck. You always call me Kevin, but suddenly you start in with all this 'Sir' shit? I always hear you yellin that shit in the phone. Well since your such a little faggot, and you always thank that other fag for controlling you, maybe we should have a chat with him and see what he thinks about all this."
With that, he picked up the portable phone on the table and hit redial before I could stop him. I was so scared of what Master would say.
"PussyBoy, I thought you went to bed?" I could hear Master faintly on the phone.
"PussyBoy? Is that what you call this faggot?"
"Who's this?"
"I'm the neighbor who has to listen to this faggot yell into the phone every night. I always hear him beggin for cock and so I'm gonna give him one in his mouth to finally shit him up. You wanna hear?"
With that, Kevin turned on the speaker phone and Master's voice rang out into the room.
"So you've discovered my PussyBoy. I've been breaking him in for over a year, and you think you can just step in and fuck him?"
"I aint no faggot. I just want him to suck my cock to shut him the fuck up," Kevin said.
"I'll allow it on a few conditions. I have spent a lot of effort breaking him in and getting him to accept the desires he has always had. In case you don't know, PussyBoy likes older men, he likes to be controlled, spanked and abused. He has begged me to do all these things for him. However, he's also a scared little boy."
Kevin was eying me, standing there in a towel, totally ashamed of the facts confronting me. Keivin couldn't help but laugh at my pathetic existence.
"In fact, he is so scared he has never even given me his real name or any information about him. Describe him for me."
"Well, he's probably 230 pounds, 6 feet tall. He's got a crew cut and a beard. He's a hairy fucker."
"And what is his cock like?"
"Like I told you, I ain't no faggot, and anyway, PussyBoy, [he laughs], PussyBoy, sorry I can't help but laugh at that shit, PussyBoy's wearin a towel."
"Get naked PussyBoy." I heard Master order into the phone. I had never heard that command before, as I would never dare to call Master without being completely naked, with all my equipment ready and my ass completely clean. I was required to use an enema twice before any session of service could begin.
"Now, tell me more."
"Well, PussyBoy [chuckle] must be cold or something because he's got a tiny little thing."
"And the ass?"
"Well, under all that hair, I can't really tell."
"Hmm, seems like he overstated a few things. And what is PussyBoy's name?"
"Billy. Not sure about the last name. Somethin with a "P", I remember from the buzzer downstairs."
"Well, well, I don't suppose you'd tell me where exactly?"
"Oh sure, we're out in Dumbo. Old condo building next to the bridge."
"Dumbo?"
"Yeah, under the bridge in Brooklyn. You not from around here?"
"Isn't that interesting. Well, I think I'll have to pay a visit. I'm from Baltimore. It's too late tonight, but I've been waiting too long for this. I think I might just have to come up in the morning. And then we could have the whole weekend."
I was broken. I was sitting there in a dazed silence. I had wanted this for so long. I had slowly been coming to terms with my homosexuality and becoming more brave about accepting my desires. However, I was not ready for this. It was too late though, and I just sat here overwhelmed by the previous day and what was to come.
"Well, like you said, PussyBoy has bothered you with his yelling and you should be compensated. Therefore, I will permit him to blow you. However, before he met me, he had never had a cock in his ass and it will remain that way. He has not performed any sexual acts in the past six months without at least a butt plug in and this shall be no exception. Pussyboy, put your plug in your ass, and leave it there until I remove it tomorrow. Well, Billy, someone should have been more honest with me. I suppose it doesn't matter because I know all you have lied about now, PussyBoy. And tomorrow you shall be punished for that. But tonight you will blow your neighbor Kevin in compensation. But remember, you are not allowed to eat any cum until I get there. Kevin may add it to what is on your face."
"I thought he looked a little funny, like there was somethin on his cheek and in his beard."
"PussyBoy, you are to blow him and catch the load on your face. And I think you know better than to even think of touching that pathetic little cock of yours. You are then to go to sleep, so you are well rested when I arrive."
I spoke for the first time. "Yes Sir." I was so ashamed. I couldn't believe I had just been confronted like this by Master and my neighbor.
"I've got a trip to pack for. Enjoy the PussyBoy, Kevin. I have a role for you if you'd like to help in the morning."
"Uh, sure. This PussyBoy is too fuckin funny, I'm not gonna miss seeing him get fucked, beggin for cock and shit."
"Good, then I will see you then. What apartment was it?"
"7C."
"Perfect. PussyBoy has some handcuffs, in the top drawer of his dresser. Our relationship began with him sitting in that office, him stroking his cock to gay movies and telling me about it, and hiding it from his girlfriend. That is where it should continue. You are to cuff his hands behind his back and to the post in the back of the chair. I will buzz up and you will let me in. See you at eleven."
With that, the dial tone buzzed out into the room.
"Well, PussyBoy, I gotta get to bed. So get over here and suck my cock, you little faggot."
I was already in too deep to hesitate, and I decided to go for it. I hadn't had a cock in my mouth in 8 years, and I was amazed at the warmth of it as it slid past my lips. I started slurping it down, when Kevin yelled.
"Aren't you forgetting something, faggot? That guy said you gotta have your ass filled like the fag you are."
I got up, went to the tub and got my plug from where I had left it. I put a little lube on the tip, bent over the edge of the sink, and started pushing it into me. I was still way too embarrassed to do this in front of Kevin. I turned to walk out there and saw him standing behind me, chuckling.
"Well look at that. Looks like the PussyBoy likes that."
I looked down and noticed my cock standing at attention. I just dropped to my knees and resumed what I had started. I swallowed his cock to the back of my throat and begin to slide my lips along the length of it.
"Watch the teeth faggot. You still need some work."
I made extra effort to keep my teeth off, knowing Master would not tolerate that tomorrow. I started getting really into it and sliding my tongue around it, but after only a minute or two I felt him start to tense up. I felt his cock spasm and felt a spurt hit the back of my throat. I pulled him out of my mouth and aimed his cock at my face and I was soon bathed in several spurts of cum. I drooled to get the one spurt of cum out of my mouth, and it settled in a puddle in my chest hair.
"Well that faggot really does control you. And you've never even met him?"
I shook my head no, and suddenly became aware of my surroundings and the reality of the significant events going on. For better or worse, I was getting what I had dreamed of and fantasized about for years.
"Well I don't want to miss a minute of this in the morning. Good night, PussyBoy." Kevin pulled up his pants and turned and walked out before I knew what happened. There I was, still on my knees in my bathroom, with another load drying on my face. And my Master knew where I lived and he was on the way there. I knew I'd be up most of the night thinking about it, but I knew I had to at least go lay down because I had a big day ahead. I got in the tub, laid on my back, and moved my hips high against the side of the tub until my cock was pointing at my face. I unleashed a heavy load of piss all over my face, as I had done after every session with Master. I then went to my bed, and laid there with my head spinning. I was overwhelmed by the smell and feeling of cum and piss drying on my face, but soon the exhaustion of my adventure that day overcame me and I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up in a startle with a knock at the door. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't remember if all of that had been another one of my fantasies or if it really happened. But then the dried cum on my face reminded me how real it had been. The knocking kept on at the door, and I looked through the peephole. It was Kevin. I opened the door, standing behind it to make sure I couldn't be seen from the hallway.
"Well, PussyBoy, we've got a half hour. Time to get you ready for your faggot master."
With that, I closed the door and hung my head in shame. This was really happening, and I really was half an hour from meeting Master.
To Be Continued....