Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2015 13:32:51 -0600
From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com>
Subject: Dude, where's my dick? Part Two

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Dude, where's my dick?
Part Two

`For a younger guy,' I think to myself `This kid sure seems to have it
together.'  I'm still curled up next to Trevor, he's half holding me and
half stroking my body.  And that thought is accurate.  For a 16 year old,
he definitely shows a maturity that shouldn't be there in someone so young.
Since my revelation to him, he has been sitting beside me.  Telling me
things are ok.  That I will adjust.  That things aren't as bad as they
seem.

Breaking down like that in front of someone else places a person in a very
vulnerable spot.  Emotional turmoil and burst out has left me physically
weak.  I really do not have the strength to move, or resist advances.  I'm
not sure I would want to at this point anyway.  But, being a gentleman,
Trevor doesn't force himself on me, despite the throbbing, massive cock
protruding from his crotch.  Fuck...this kid is really turned on by me.

Still petting me, he starts to speak.  "Look.  Kyle.  You're still a
gorgeous man.  Well, ok.  Mostly.  A gorgeous, mostly, man...if that makes
any sense."  I crane my neck to look up into those beautiful green eyes.
There isn't a hint of malice or duplicity in them, and no humor either.
Just sincerity.  And passion.  I see a lot of passion burning there.  "You
need to just relax.  Maybe if you get back into the swing of your life,
you'll see.  Yes, it was a huge change.  But that doesn't destroy who you
are."

"But that's just it, Trev.  That was me.  I always saw myself as the stud.
You know, the dude that could swing his cock around and get whatever he
wanted.  I could reach for the stars because I was a stud.  Now..."  I
trail off, leaving it open.

"Yes.  Now, you're not some asshole running around, busting open anything
he can get his dick into."  He laughed at that, unintentionally making a
bit of humor.  "But you're still you.  You have other..."  He paused,
unsure how to put it.  "...redeeming qualities.  I know, I've seen them."

"Like what?  A great ass?  Yeah."

"No, shit head.  I'm not talking about physical qualities..."  And he
pauses again, peeking around at my ass.  "but yeah, that is awfully fucking
fine."  He chuckles.  I actually let loose a chuckle too, and smile up at
him.  "I'm talking about like the time when I broke my leg when I five
months ago.  Mom and Dad were at work.  Remember?"  I nod.  "Well, you were
the one that rushed out, you scooped me up and took me to the hospital.
You didn't care if I got blood in your Mercedes.  You just wanted to help
me."  I think back.  Actually, he was right on the money.  But what's
someone supposed to do?  Seeing a kid, laying in the street in agony?
Can't just leave the poor guy.  "You could have just called my parents, and
told them, taken me in the house and left me.  Actually, from how you
described yourself during your meltdown, you should have just left me
period, without looking at me at all.  But you didn't do that, did you?
No.  You did just the opposite."

"You're saying I'm a little better than I'm giving myself credit for?"

"No, I'm saying you're a lot better than you are giving yourself credit
for."

Silence fell over us, as he continued to stroke me.  I mulled over what he
said.  After a few minutes, I looked him in the eye and smiled.  "Thanks,
Trevor.  You're one in a million."

"I know.  So...now...about all this!"  He exclaimed as he grazed his hands
over my stockings and panties.  "I gotta take care of myself, so give me a
few minutes.  You've just got me too excited.  Bathroom?"

"Actually..."  I put my hand on his shoulder gently and lean in and kiss
him again.  He tastes so good, so masculine.  "...if you would like..."  I
begin nervously.

He stops me and stands up.  "No.  You're not supposed to have anything in
there for a while, remember?  The doctor said..."

I lie back on my back and speak before he has a chance to continue.  "No, I
don't mean that.  I'm...definitely not ready for that.  And not just
physically."  I reach my hand out.  He takes it, I guide him up so he's
straddling my head, cock pointing at my lips.  "Let me take care of you
this way.  Please?"

"Holy fuck.  You're gonna...?"  He looks at me incredulously.  I smile
back.  "You really mean it?  You actually want to suck me off?"

"Well, yes.  I did say please.  Besides, what you just did for me?  Trust
me, it's the very least I can do."  I run my hands across his powerful
chest, tweaking his nips and finding them pleasantly sensitive, as he
shudders slightly and moans from the pressure.  "Please, Trev, let me blow
you."

"Fuck yes.  Hell yes, get to it!"  He half snarls and half pants.

I let the tip graze my lips.  I stick out my tongue and lightly test his
piss hole.  He shudders in response.  I take the head in my mouth,
remembering that I loved it when bitc...ahem, men and women used to loll
mine around while Frenching my piss slit.  He's starting to pant a bit as I
continue this for several minutes.  Then he seems overcome with something,
and grabs a fistful of my long top black hair, and starts to slowly work
his dick in and out of my mouth.  I let him.  He deserves it.  He pumps in
and out, picking up a bit of speed, and then gets vocal.

"Yeah, baby, take that cock in your mouth!  Suck it good...going to feed
you soon...yeah, Kyle your mouth feels fucking wonderful on my cock.  So
perfect.  It was meant for this.  Yeah..."  He continues.  He speeds up
some more and starts growling, and I can tell that he really is about to
feed me his cum.  But I'm ready for it.  Something inside me breaks.  I
admit to myself I want it and start moaning on his cock as he's hammering
away at my skull.  "Aw...yeah...that's it.  Take my cum!"  With that, he
erupts.  Shot after shot starts filling my mouth.  I start gulping down.
Was I afraid it would spill out onto my black silk comforter?  No.  I was
afraid it would spill out and I would lose out on it.  I realized then, his
cum tasted so powerful, but yet so sweet.  It was like a drug.  I needed
it.  Shot after shot fired, and finally he had to brace himself with his
arms to avoid falling on me.  The cum geyser finally stopped, and his
panting slowed.

"Holy fuck.  Wow, that was the best head I ever had!  I loved it when you
licked my slit.  That almost got me over the edge right there...damn, boy."

Strange thing happened.  Normally I would have punched someone like him for
calling me `boy'.  Hell, my boss almost got nailed in her nasty fucking
mouth on several occasions for calling me that (or something similar).  But
hearing it come from him?  My smile grew from ear to ear.  "Glad you liked
it, stud."

Trevor laid down on the bed next to me, then propped himself up on one arm,
on his side.  The other arm was casually stroking my pantie clad lower most
abs.  "So, you should probably clean down there, right?  Then maybe we
should get some dinner.  It was a bit after 3 when I came in, so it's
probably getting on to 5 about now.  Do you know what you're doing?

"Yeah, I think I can manage."  I say, hopeful I'm correct.  I get up, walk
over to the bathroom, get out some supplies from the overnight bag, then
lower my panties and step out of them.  Trevor is watching with rapt
attention.  I blush, and turn.

"Don't be so shy.  I'm going to see it sooner or later..."  With that said,
he gets up and walks in.  He's not being intrusive, I can tell.  Just
extremely curious.  And from the semi he's sporting (so close after just
cumming?  Wow), quite a bit turned on too.

I'm fumbling around down there with the rubber syringe bulb filled with
saline water, trying to get it squirted up into me, and just making a mess.
"Here, let me help."  He washes his hands, puts a couple rubber gloves on,
then takes the bulb and gets the clean water inside.  It drips all out,
washing what needed to be washed away with it.  He dabs my pussy with a
piece of toilet paper, then grabs the salve, squirts a little bit on his
finger, and I'm biting my lip as his finger slowly approaches my pussy.

Gently, but insistently, his finger works the lips apart, then works its
way inside.  I'm already on edge, panting and sweating.  He looks up at me
with a look of concern.

"Everything alright?  I'm not hurting you am I?"

"Oh, god...oh hell no Trev, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Ooohhh..."  He says slowly, a small smile forming on those beautiful lips.
And his finger works back and forth a little less cautiously, spreading the
salve around.  Finally, after a few minutes, he proclaims it nice and
clean.

"I'm really going to have to look inside.  It's just so..."  I look at him,
ready to flinch from a negative description.  "...beautiful."  I'm sure
shock is clear on my face, but I don't say anything.  He just kinda shrugs
and smiles.  Like `Yeah, it's the truth.  Might as well go with it.'

He pulls his basketball shorts back on, and while I'm looking for something
to wear, he asks "What are you doing?

"I'm looking for something to wear."  As I start to peel down the
stockings, his hands stop me.

"No, leave those on.  And here..."  He rummages through the overnight bag,
pulling out a pair of the pink panties, which he hands to me.  "...put
these on.  It's warm, we don't need a lot of clothing, and not like we're
going clubbing tonight anyway."  I blush, but take the panties and slide
them on.  "Perfect."

For the rest of the evening, we sit in my living room and chill.  I grill a
couple steaks for us, make some cheese gnocchis, and heat up a can of green
beans.  I'm actually a damned good cook, and every so often, he saunters
into the kitchen and presses up against my bum and back, slipping his arms
around my torso, claiming to be `just checking to see if I need help'.

We eat dinner, watch a game, then turn to movies.  His parents call his
cell, and he lets them know that everything is cool and that he's going to
stay the night at my place.

"No, no.  He's not like that.  Trust me.  I'll be fine..."  He looks at me
and winks.  I can't help but think, yeah.  They used to have reason to be
concerned, possibly.  But he just told the whole truth.  "...Yes yes, don't
worry.  He made me a really good dinner, and we just watched the game, now
we're going to watch movies.  No no, I know, I won't drink.  Stop worrying,
would you?  Ok ok.  Bye!  Love you too, now bye!"  Exasperated, he hits end
and puts the cell back on the coffee table.  Then he gets up from the chair
he was sitting in, walks over to where I'm lying on the couch, and scoots
me aside so he can nestle in behind me.  If I were a hopeless romantic,
this would be my glory moment.  I actually do feel very good about it,
though.  It feels good having someone come behind me, and put his arms
around me.

The movie is kind of boring, and my mind is kind of in over drive with
every new sensation I'm feeling.  So I start to voice them.

"Trevor?"

"Yes, babe."

"Look.  I think we need to talk a bit."

"About what?"

"Well...I kinda get the feeling that you are enjoying yourself immensely."

"I am.  Something wrong with that?"

"Well, no.  But we need to be mindful of where we are, each, at in life.
You know?"

"No.  Not sure what you're trying to say..."  I feel his hold tighten a
bit.

"Well, I mean, this is fantastic.  It's very new to me.  But it's
fantastic.  I feel good here, in your arms."

"Well, you should.  I'm your man now.  You're my...well, my babe."

"You almost said `chick'."

"Umm...well, ok.  Yeah, I almost said that.  And that's kind of what you
are now.  My chick."

"But I'm not."

"Why do you think that?"

I stop.  I really don't have a reason to explain, not one that can be put
into words anyway.  "Well...I'm just not."

He laughs, and his hold tightens a bit, one hand moving up to caress my
neck.  "Yeah, you are.  Maybe you weren't born that way.  But you are.
Now.  You're my babe now."

"Trev, you're still in high school and I'm..."  I couldn't get the sentence
out, as I felt his hand start to constrict around my neck.

"You saying I'm not man enough because I'm younger than you?  Bullshit.
How about that dude you used to bring over.  The hot one, with platinum
hair?  He was in his mid 40s.  I used to hear him moaning through my
bedroom window.  Did he ever tell you `you're too young' while you were
plowing his ass?  Now don't get fucking stupid on me Kyle.  You are what
you are now.  And what you are now, is my bitch.  Don't forget it."

I'm trying to draw in enough air to stay conscious, and I nod.  A bit of
fear works its way into my stomach.  His grip loosens.  I lay perfectly
still.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to insult you."

"Well.  You did.  I set you straight."

"Please don't treat me like that, Trevor.  I don't deserve it.  You were
hurting me, choking me."

"Yes.  It was supposed to remind you who is physically superior here.  I'm
bigger than you, maybe a bit shorter, but the years in the gym and being on
the football team have given me an edge you don't have."  He flexed his
arms around me to emphasize his point.  Yes, he was correct there.  "Look.
Seriously, Kyle.  Last thing I want to do is hurt you.  You've been hurt
enough.  But I'm the man here.  You are not.  What you are is open to
debate, and I'm willing to discuss that with you.  But, no matter what,
you're my babe now, and I'm your man.  No need for violence or drama.
Understood, sweetie?"

I nodded.  I did understand.  I had used that almost exact same speech on
past conquests.  But does it matter now?  The knot in my stomach eased
away.  So, he wants to be treated like `the man'?  Ok, well, I'll oblige.
He said he was open to discussion about me, so that was a good sign.  He
also said he didn't want violence or drama.  Another good sign.  He doesn't
want to hurt me.  Best sign I could get, in my present state.

"I'm sorry Trev.  I didn't mean anything.  I think I know where you want
this to head, so let's just keep things cool and see how it goes?"  I test
the waters.

"Sure thing, babe."  He nuzzles into my neck.  I feel his cock harden on my
ass cheeks.

"If we keep things kinda on the DL while we're figuring it all out, I won't
end up in jail, and you won't end up a laughing stock at school."

His nuzzling stops.  I feel hot breath on my neck.  He pulls me so I am
lying on my back and can look up at him.  "Well, first thing.  You wouldn't
be going to jail.  I'm of legal age.  And I turn 17 in 8 months, and would
never let any kind of harm like that come to you anyway."  I breathe a very
large sigh of relief.  "And second thing.  Everyone at school already knows
I'm gay.  Not bi.  I tried it, just not into it at all.  I like a man's
physique...and baby, you got one of those.  So, what it all boils down to
is this: I really couldn't give a shit less if the whole world knew I fuck
your brains out.  Or that I finger your pussy.  Or whatever else we're
going to do.  Cause, babe, it's all going to happen."  I breathe an even
larger sigh of relief.  I'm not sure I could live with myself if this
honest, handsome young man's life was ruined just because he gets the hots
for me.  "All better now?"

"Yeah."  I smile up at him.

"Ok.  Now, shut up.  I was kinda getting into the movie.  Oh, one last
thing..."

"Yes?"

"Did the Doctor say if anal sex was ok while you're still healing?"

My eyes grow wide with terror.  "You're not thinking of putting that..."

"Oh yes.  That's exactly what I'm thinking.  I know it's big, babe.  But
I'll take it slow to start off with and ease into you.  It will feel good,
I promise, in the end.  So what did he say?"

"He didn't really say much.  Maybe it's on the instructions?"

"Ok.  Well, let's finish the movie then we can check.  Cause you are just
too sexy.  I have to fuck you somehow.  Tonight."

I turn back to face the TV, and feel his arms embrace me once again.  I'm
not watching the TV though.  I'm dreading what is to come.  Will it really
feel good?  Or is it going to hurt like hell?  Will it be safe?
Oh...fuck...

Then, on the other hand, a growing part of me wanted to please him.  Some
part of me wanted to see what it felt like to have him inside me.

His nuzzling in my neck turned to pecks on my skin.  Then to licks.  Then
to bites.

"Fuck the movie.  Go get the Doctor's orders, honey.  I gotta fuck, and
soon."

I obeyed silently, slipped of the couch and went upstairs to my bedroom,
grabbed the papers, and walked back down to the living room where he was
sitting up, casually brushing a huge bump in his shorts.  I sat down next
to him, and started reading out loud.  Some parts he kinda chuckled at.
Some, he said "Ok, gotta remember that."  He was rubbing my back and the
now obvious erection tenting out of his crotch.

Finally, I found the information we were looking for.  "Anal Sex:
Receiving."  (of course) "The patient is encouraged to perform the
receiving side of anal sex.  It will help keep the prostate healthy during
the healing period.  However, vigorous sexual practices should be kept at a
minimum until fully healed.  " I was quiet after reading it.  Butterflies
were forming in my stomach.

"Well, looks like you're getting fucked tonight, babe."  He put his arms
around me and started kissing me.  "But don't worry.  I'll take it slow and
easy for the most part."  He scooped me up, slinging me over his shoulder
(surprisingly gently) and practically ran up the stairs, and laid me on the
bed.  He walked over to the night stand, pulled out a bottle of poppers and
lube (admit it, you got them there, too), then slid down beside me and
started working my panties down off me.  As I lie there, frozen, fearing
what was coming, he lubed up his fingers and spread some over and around my
hole.  I shivered as his warm fingers brushed over my tender, virgin flesh
down there.

"Never been fucked, have you?"

"No..."  I whimper, unable to contain the sensual feelings that were
washing over me.

"You're going to like it.  I'm sure of it.  You might have been too macho
before to enjoy it, but now it's going to be one of two ways for you to
take me babe.  I promise, I'll go easy to begin with."  He delicately
popped one finger in.  Not too bad.  Uncomfortable, but not really painful.
He started working that in and out.  "Ok, I know you have to have enemas
here somewhere.  You're not clean inside, and for this to feel good you
need to be.  You know the drill..."  He smiled lasciviously "...you had to
have had your bottoms do this for you."  I nodded.  "Then get to it."

I did as told, grabbed an enema out of my bathroom closet, did the
business, and then gave myself an extra one for good measure.  By the time
I finished douching (yes, I even think of it that way now), the water came
out clear and I was ready.  I slowly sauntered back into the bedroom,
walking teasingly for him.  I might as well make the best of this, I
reasoned, and give him a sexy show and dance first.  His shit eating grin
displayed his utmost approval.

"Ok, enough with that..."  As he reached for my hand and pulled me onto the
bed, turning me onto all 4s.  He started working a bit more lube in my
hole, slowly in and out with one finger.  Then a bit of pain as two went
in.  "Ok, babe, gotta take three or you'll be screaming for a week.  You
know how thick I am..."  Yes, I do.  Mouthful thick.  Split my ass in two
thick.  So I took them.  Quite a bit of pain at first, which died down to a
slight throb, and then turned to pleasure as he kept working them in and
out.  I started moaning.

"Feel good?"

"Aww...fuck yes...Trevor don't stop..."

"Yeah.  Knew as soon as I got you on all fours you would be begging for
it."

"Oh, fuck.  Yeah...please..."

"Do a couple hits of poppers."  I do a couple, the head rush almost topples
me.  I do one more hit for good measure.  Then I'm moaning like a ten cent
whore.  "Yeah...now ask me nice."

"Please, Trevor.  I want..."  I stop.  No, not the right word according to
my horny, sex starved brain.  "...I need your cock in me Trevor.  Fuck me,
please just fuck the hell out of me!"

"Yeah, bitch.  You're gonna get fucked.  Here it comes..."  And I feel the
fingers slip out and the cock head at the door to my ass.  It slowly pushes
in.  I take one more hit of poppers.  I'm practically drooling for any kind
of sex now.  I'll do anything.  I don't want to admit it.  But I will.

"Aaaahhhh...!" comes screeching out my throat.

"Relax babe, push out, it will help, do it!"

"Ohh...fuck...it...hurts..."  I say, screaming each word between gasps.

"Push out I said!  Do it, bitch!"

So I do as I'm told, push out like I'm taking a dump.  It actually does
make entry easier.  One of his hands is on my hip, the other has a steel
grasp on my shoulder.  He keeps pushing, slowly, relentlessly, mercilessly.
I just focus, pant, focus, pant and bear down.  It feels like he's shoving
a bulldozer up my ass.

"Five inches, babe.  Halfway there."

"Halfway??  Oh, fuck..."  I pant.

"Yeah.  Ten and thick.  You're gonna love it!"

He slowly pushes the remaining 5 in me.  On the way, he rubs against my
prostate and I stiffen.

"Aw yeah, that got ya.  Rubbing good against your boy stop, aren't I?

I'm in too much pain to say anything.  I just pant, sob, try to focus and
keep bearing down.  Finally, I feel his pubes against my hairless ass.
He's in, balls deep now.

"Mmmm...now that's a tight fucking cunt.  Time to say good bye to this
cherry, baby.  It's mine now."  He slowly pulls out almost all the way,
just the head still in.  Then begins to push back in.

Bang.

Nails my prostate again.  I stiffen.  Then I feel slightly wet in my pussy.
He's making me pre inside, just by sawing that gigantic cock over my
prostate.  I moan out, equal parts pain and pleasure this time.

"Yeah.  There it is.  Pussy boi finally feels it."

The assault in and out finally breaks me.  I don't need poppers anymore.
He continues, picking up the pace a bit.  Now I'm moaning like a total
whore.  And out of the blue:

"Oh, fuck Trevor.  Fuck me, please fuck me.  Please Trevor please!!  Don't
ever stop fucking my cunt!"

I hear a chuckle, then "Yep.  Knew it.  At your core, you're just a fucking
whore for my cock.  Now admit it."

My face gets red.  I can see my reflection from the side, the mirrored
closet doors displaying the whole lewd act.  I have my mouth open, on all
fours, dressed only in thigh highs stockings, as Trevor mounts me from
behind.  I know he's right, and I cannot fight it anymore.

"I'm your whore, Trevor.  I'm a whore for your cock."

Slap on my ass.  "Is that anyway to address your Man, bitch?  Now try
again!"  He yells as he thrusts back in, once more smashing prostate.  I
know what he wants.  I try to not want to say it, but the fight is lost.

"I'm a whore for you Sir.  I'm your bitch Sir, please Trevor Sir, just
don't stop fucking my cunt!"  My face turns red in the mirror.

"Oh, I won't stop fucking my cunt, trust me.  Yeah, take it."

After about 10 minutes of this, I'm reduced to a pile of blubbering
incoherent flesh.  I cannot form coherent sentences.  I can't even form a
coherent thought, save for `fuck me'.  The pain is gone.  All I feel is
dampness from my pussy, pounding on my prostate, and delicious stretching
from my ass.  Make that his cunt.  I moan so loud I'm certain they hear me
on the other side of Atlanta.

After 20 minutes, he's grunting and rutting, fucking in and out of his new
cunt boi, but is surprisingly gentle still.  I know inside, he should be
really hammering me right now.  I would have been.

"Aww...yeah!!"  I knew without him saying he just bred me.  "Take that load
in your cunt, bitch!!"  I feel the sheer volume of it.  It feels like the
enemas I gave myself earlier.  He shudders a bit and stops moving, and
pushes me down so I'm laying on my stomach with him laying on me, his thick
trunk still firmly lodged in my ass.

"Mmm...yeah...Fucking awesome babe.  Fucking incredible."  I'm trying to
come down from a mostly dry orgasm myself.  I realize it.  He fucked me to
orgasm.  But I didn't cum.  I feel wet, but it's not quite so much as a
huge load of cum that I know is stored up in my remaining ball, hidden
inside me.  At this point, I couldn't care less.  That was the longest, and
strongest, orgasm I've had in my life.  I'm still panting.

"You're not joking, stud.  Still coming down from an orgasm...fuck yeah."

"Oh yeah?  I kinda thought so.  You were so far gone for quite a while, I
knew I fucked it out of you.  Did you actually cum?"

"No, I don't think so.  Maybe a little bit.  That was fucking incredible!
I think I might be walking funny for a while, though."

"Yeah, babe."  He chuckles and gives my neck a kiss and nuzzles in.

As Trevor lies on top of me, and we come down from our mutual orgasmic
high, I feel his breathing start to even out and become shallower.  I know
he's falling asleep, and although it's still slightly uncomfortable, I
decide to relax and enjoy this new feeling of having a Man on top of me,
his deflating cock starting to slip out of my hole.  I feel...protected.
Comforted, warm and safe.

These feelings are completely new to me, so I decide to study them for a
while.  I've never felt like this before.  It's like an itch that I didn't
know I had has just been scratched.  Is this what happens when a Top Man
falls?  I'll have to ask Derrick.  He's a friend and occasional bottom –
err, make that a friend and occasional ex-bottom – of mine.  One that I
actually respect.  I had known that he was a pussy fag for a while during
our friendship, but I didn't see it immediately.  We would be topping a
slut together, spit roasting the bitch (male or female, didn't matter to
us), and eventually I noticed his lust changing directions; I could tell he
wanted it, needed it.  The poor, pathetic thing was salivating, almost
drooling often.  I remember the last time we had done so...not so long
ago...



"Aw fuck yeah, Derrick.  Fuck her mouth!"  I exclaimed as my bud was
pumping in and out of our bitch's throat.  I was currently behind her, we
had her on all fours, working her over from each end.

To be fair, Betty really wasn't a `bitch'.  She was actually quite cool.
And very man hungry, although definitely not a slut.  She was a 45 year old
woman, long black hair, voluptuous body, and took care of herself well.
She could easily pass for 30.  She could also kick most men's asses that I
knew, being quite competent in a couple forms of martial arts.  I think she
favored Jiu Jitsu, but regardless she knew how to take care of herself.  I
had scored with her on several occasions, and she's one of the few women I
knew that could take a rough fuck.  But...get too rough with her?  Her legs
would wrap around your mid-section and game over.

So, knowing from past experience, I was using just the right amount of
strength while hammering into her cunt.  Derrick, however, wasn't all that
experienced in dealing with her.

He kept starting at me, openly ogling me while I was slamming into Betty,
although I don't think he was consciously aware of doing so.  Mouth half
agape, eyes transfixed on my cock repeatedly sliding in and out of Betty.
Yeah, he wanted it.  I began to wonder at that moment what it would take to
flip him.  Would he go willingly?  Or would I have to restrain him?

Derrick finally climaxed in Betty's mouth, while I decided to wait.

"Goddamnit, Kyle, did you fucking cum in me??"  Betty asked, getting pissed
as she got up and stood.

"No, Betts.  I didn't.  I didn't cum...yet."  I winked at her.  Her
demeanor shifted, halfway picking up on what I was thinking.

"Mmm...well, too bad for you Kyle.  I did, and it was fucking amazing.
Betty, you are almost as good at oral as my fag is.  And he's fucking
perfect."  Derrick lazily murmured, as he lay back on his bed (yes, we were
at his place) and subconsciously rubbed his quickly deflating cock and
balls.  Did I just see him slightly spread his legs while doing so?  Yes.
Yes I did.  *evil grin*

"Yeah.  Too bad for me, I guess..."  I trailed off.  I looked at Betty
again, and she at me (she had been watching Derrick too), and winked.

"Ahh...well, let yourselves out or lay back and relax guys.  We can go
again later, if you want to stay."  Derrick offered, already half asleep.
Perfect.  Just the invitation I needed.  I looked at Betty and nodded and
gave my head a quick flip in the direction of the door.  She understood.

"I might stick around for that.  Going to make myself a drink then relax in
your living room."  Betty said with a cockeyed grin on her face.

"Cool..."  Derrick murmured while falling asleep.

I straddled him, and gave him a kiss.  "Not sure, man, I might get going,
maybe not.  Sleep well."  I said.

"Hmm MmMmm..."  He mumbled.

I slipped off the bed, then snuck out the bedroom door.  Betty had just
made two drinks.  One for her, and one for me.  She had an idea of what I
was planning.

Keeping her voice down and walking over to the bedroom, closing the door,
Betty said "So.  You're finally going to bust this whore down?"

"He was practically drooling watching my cock sliding in and out of your
pussy, Betts."

"I know.  He didn't realize it, but I was watching him too.  Whether he
realizes it or not, he wants you.  Big time."

I walked over to her, gave her a quick peck on the lips, then said "Yeah.
Now how to go about it..."  I stopped for a minute.  Walked over to my
pants (we had discarded our clothes in the living room) and fished my cell
out of my pocket.  "I think a vid of it all would be a good idea.  That way
he can't backtrack."

"Definitely.  You know..."  Betty started, and gave me a look that
blossomed from thinking to sheer delight.  "...I only live about five
minutes from here.  I'm going to run to my apartment and grab a few
things."

"Ok, be quick.  I don't know how long he'll stay out."

"Be right back."  Betty exclaimed quietly as she hurriedly dressed, then
slipped out the door.

I busied myself, trying to find the best place to surreptitiously plant my
cell without making it readily obvious that it was on and recording.  I had
to search around for a bit of string, so I could rig it up at standing eye
level, aimed down at the couch.  From this view, one would be able to see
everything.

A plan was forming.  Betty would get Derrick all worked up, having him eat
her pussy out, all the while I would be stroking my massive dick in his
eyesight, every so often commenting on how good he looked pleasing her, how
natural he was at pleasing.  Planting little subconscious hints in his
mind, and getting him more worked up (the man did love to eat pussy, after
all), telling him not to touch himself and savor it, then just as he was
hard, I would pounce...

Yes.  I would have to think on my feet a bit and improvise, but after
getting him worked up, I was certain I could take him easily.  I had to be
careful though.  Derrick was, like me, a born athlete and just as strong.
One wrong move and it could be a real struggle between us.

Betty returned quickly.  She had one of the largest, most evil smiles on
her face I had ever seen grace her beautiful countenance.

"Ok," She started, dumping out the contents of a plastic bag.  "I grabbed a
chastity device I used to use on my ex, a pair of handcuffs and leg cuffs,
a pair of tit clamps, and some poppers.  He still gets stupid while doing
them, I hope."

"Well, we will find out.  What's the chastity device for?"  I asked, as I
looked at the steel tube with a Prince Albert hook protruding from one end.
It looked excruciatingly small.  Perfect size for her ex, and way too small
for Derrick.  "You know that thing won't fit on him hard.  He's damned near
as big as me."

"My throat is a bit sore from earlier.  It's my way of getting a bit of
payback for him getting a little too rough.  I didn't want to hurt him at
that point, but now that we're doing this, I might as well get a bit of
revenge for that.  As for the size...well, let's just say it will remind
him of his new place in the world when he tries to get hard.  Plus, it will
leave a bit of the cockhead exposed to torture a bit, although I know he
lost most of the sensation there when he got it pierced.  He won't be able
to fuck...or even masturbate...anymore due to the blinding pain getting a
hardon in this will cause."  She bluntly stated, an evil glint in her eyes.
Yes.  Definitely not a woman to piss off.

"I really doubt you'll get him into that, even when he's poppered up
Betts."

"That's why it's going on now."  She put a small amount of lube on the
inside of the tube, then slowly and silently opened the bedroom door,
revealing Derrick, still deeply asleep, lying on his back with his legs
spread apart.  I snuck to the door to watch, my cock rising rapidly.  Betty
skirted around the bed to the side closest to him, being careful not to
disturb the mattress and wake him.  She gently lifted his flaccid cock, and
started squeezing it into the tube.  I watched, with rapt attention, as
Derricks member was forced into the tiny tube, then as she deftly removed
the ring though his PA and replaced it with the hook, sliding it up into a
small hole in the underside of the tube.  It went up and through his
piercing, and then the small locking mechanism on the underside of the tube
lined up with the locking mechanism of the hook.  She put the locking pin
in, turned the key, then snuck out of the bedroom and silently closed the
door behind her.  Derrick lay sleeping still, blissfully unaware of the
plan set in motion to take his Man status away from him.

Betty was sweating a bit afterward.  I eyed her, as she glanced down at my
package.  But I didn't say anything.  Keep an eye on this devious little
fox, I thought to myself.  Not a woman to piss off, nor one to be trusted,
I amended from my earlier judgement.

"That was exhilarating!"  She whispered excitedly.

"Yeah, Betts, that was totally hot.  I have a feeling you plan to keep him
locked up for a while?"

"A while?"  She let out a chilling laugh.  "Well, we will have to see.
Let's just say that after you're done with him, I'll have a little chat
with him about how he should treat ladies.  Roughly skull fucking them
isn't it.  So, he better get used to it.  Because `a while' could turn out
to be a very, very, long time."

"What's your idea of `a very, very, long time'?"  I queried.

She sauntered into the kitchen and mixed herself another drink, twirling
the keys around on a keychain on her finger.  "Oh...I think the sentence
should fit the crime.  I'm fair, you know.  Several years, don't you
think?"

I just stood there and regarded her cautiously.  "Yeah, well, we will have
to see how that works out."  I guardedly responded.

"Oh...we will."  She giggled.  "Now, what else do you have planned?"  She
asked.

I gave her a detailed explanation as to what I had planned so far.  She sat
on the couch, with a growing smile on her face, as she sipped her drink
with one hand and rubbed her pussy with another.

My cock, meanwhile, had not lost its rigidity at all.  In fact, it was even
harder.  As a testament to how turned on I was by these plans, I hadn't
touched it once, since leaving her pussy earlier, and my cock was still
throbbing.  I was looking forward to this.  And so was she apparently.

Very soon, Derrick would be chalked up as another one of my sexual
conquests.  Perhaps the most exciting yet.  Very soon, he would realize,
that in fact, he had a pussy.