Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2015 08:18:54 -0700
From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com>
Subject: Dude, where's my dick? Part 5

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Dude, where's my dick?
Part Five


I woke up that morning, having slept well, still wrapped in Trevor's arms.
His morning wood was throbbing against my ass, which was still sore from
the pounding he gave it the night before.  Judging from his breathing, he
was still asleep.

I glanced at my alarm and it was definitely time to wake him up and get him
off to school and myself off to work.

"Trev, wake up."  I spoke softly and craned my neck around.  "Trevor, come
on, you gotta wake up."

"Mmmm...No!  Back to sleep."  He groggily demanded.

"Trev, you gotta get up.  You'll be late for school and I'll be late for
work."

"Rrrr...Fine!"  He threw the covers off and stomped into the bathroom. I
sighed.  I hope he wasn't always this cranky in the mornings.  I slipped
out of bed and slinked up behind him as he was pissing, and wrapped my arms
around his enormous body, stood there and kissed his massive shoulders and
back while he took care of business.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want you to get in trouble."

"I know.  Yeah, I know, I just felt so good waking up holding my sexy
bitch, I didn't want to let go."  He said.

"Yeah, but we can do that on the weekend.  I promise, stay in bed as long
as you want."

"Deal.  Ok, I'll go pick out your panties and stockings for today, you do
your business and then let's shower together."

Not accustomed to someone picking out my underwear, I said "No, it's ok,
I'll pick mine out."

"Like hell you will.  Get your morning business done, and do as you're
told."  He walked around me and gave my ass a slap, then walked back into
the bedroom.  I was still pretty shy about using the bathroom around
someone else, so I closed the door and evacuated myself.  He must have blew
one hell of a load last night inside my ass, because I swear there had to
be a quart of his cum that had come out when I was finished.  I just shook
my head, finished up, and turned the water on to let it heat up like Trevor
likes it.  He opened the door and wandered back in while I was stripping
out of yesterdays' pink undies and stockings, and whistled, grinning at me
hungrily.

"Get in the shower babe, I wanna take you in there."

I dutifully complied, but happily too.  I was beginning to get used to the
feeling of Trevor manhandling me while he fucked.  And I have to admit, I
really loved it.  But this time, the just started soaping me down and I
returned the favor.  When he was done, we stood under the water for a
minute staring into each other's eyes, when he leaned in for the kiss, and
I felt his massive erection probing at my pussy.

"Gotta have you, babe, get ready..."  He said, and slipped his cock into my
cunt.  I held me tight, upright, kissed me while he fucked me standing.  It
didn't take long, and both of us were screaming.

"Oh fuck, Trevor, yes please yes, don't stop..."

"Yeah, ya fuckin whore, you like it?"

"Yes.  Oh fuck yes.  I love it, please don't stop!"

"RRRrrr...Yeah!  Fuck I love fucking your cunt!  Such a slut...Take it!"

"Ahh!  Owwww...oh please...not so rough..."

"Rrr!  I said take it bitch!"  He yelled and bit my neck as he continued
fucking, harder and harder.

I was a mewling mess just 5 minutes into the fuck, and I started orgasming,
my pussy slightly contracting as the muscles in my lower abs and groin went
into overdrive because of such a powerful orgasm.  This, of course, caused
him to start cumming at the same time.  He jabbed in one last time.

"MmmmRrrr...yeah, you slut.  Told you.  You like it.  Didn't I?"

"Oh fuck yes, I love it Trev.  Fuck yes."

"Yeah..."  He kissed my mouth.  Then he turned around, rinsed his cock off,
and shut the water off.

"I need to rinse off down there too, babe."

"No, you don't.  I seeded your pussy, and I want that cum to stay up there
the rest of the day.  If anyone goes near it, they'll smell me and
understand you're an owned bitch.  My way of marking you, honey.  Now,
let's dry each other off and get going.  Not much time left."  He stated as
he looked at the clock on the counter.  We did so, and I dressed in the
black silk panties and black sheer thigh highs he had picked out for me.
He put on a yellow jock, then threw his jeans and t shirt over it, and
watched while I put on my slacks, button up and tie on, then slipped my
shoes on.

One thing I have to admit to, well, ok, a couple things.  My legs don't get
nearly as tired (the stockings continually massage my bare legs all day)
and my feet feel so nice in the sheers, like they are wrapped in silk.
Also, my feet don't stink nearly as much.  It's a different odor.  Not as
pungent, but as strong.  Less masculine, I guess you could say.  Just like
me.

"Fuck baby, I wanna screw you again right now.  We need to get going before
I do, then we'll both be late."

"Yes Sir."  I obediently replied.  Felt kind of good saying that.

"Good gurl."  He said, and a thrill went up my spine.  It felt really good
hearing that.

I drove him to school, he gave me a deep kiss and told me don't worry his
mom would come pick him up.  I decided then that we would be visiting my ex
bottom friend, Derrick, at the Mercedes dealership he worked at this
weekend.  Needed to get my Man a car.

On the way to work, I thought more about Trixie.  I had a bit of dirt on
her already, actually.  She's had a sting of affairs, and a couple
marriages.  Not quite the prim and proper southern belle she pretended to
be.  Plus, she fucked over a couple overseas clients, without their
knowledge, to the tune of a couple hundred thousand combined.  They could
have easily gotten the work cheaper, but he little extra fees for
`continuance' was nothing more than a sham.

So, yeah, I had some dirt on her already.  Although, technically, none of
it was outright illegal.  Just unethical.  So, I decided I would hurry up
and finish the two accounts I had scheduled for today, then do some
snooping.  One thing in my favor; I had the bitch's passwords into the
companies' secure files.  I saw her input them once while in her office,
looking over a client's profile.  Never piss off someone with and eidetic
memory, I thought as I chuckled to myself.

The day went as planned.  I pulled up the companies' secure info relatively
easy, pretending to be hard at work on my last account for the day.  I got
in, and about pissed my panties when I saw what I did.  She was embezzling
serious cash, although in small, unnoticeable amounts, from several
clients.  On top of that, it looked like the numbers she was reporting to
the IRS weren't anywhere near the correct figures.  I had to snoop some
more, and pull up the S-Corps' tax file.  I did, and I think I might have
fainted if I weren't so excited.  Normally, she wouldn't be paying that
much in taxes anyway.  But what she was reporting, neither her nor the
company was paying any.

Now, not to sound like a self-righteous twit, but this seriously pissed me
off.  Pay your fair share, that's always been my moto.  If you make more
money than someone working at Zip Trip, then yeah, you're going to have to
pay more in taxes.  It's just the way our country works.

I sat there for a few moments, mulling things over.  I couldn't download
these files off my pc.  It would be detected automatically.  As it was, I
kept having to log on and off so it wouldn't trip any alerts built into the
servers.  I was going to have to get this from her computer.  Or I could
download it, then run like hell.  Those were my two options.  I
deliberated, waiting till the end of the day.  I had to wait and see if she
would leave early, then I could sneak into her office, download what I
needed, and no one would be the wiser.

Well, luck was apparently on my side today.  At 4:40, she came sauntering
by my office with that evil glare that seemed to be permanent on her witch
face, and said she was heading home, and that I better have the two
accounts done by 5.  I assured her they would be, and said good bye.  I
watched her out of the corner of my eye, still pretending to be busy, as
she got on the elevator, gave one last glance in my direction, shrugged and
descended.  I gave it a few minutes, and as everyone was leaving, I slipped
a flash drive in my pocket, went up to her secretary with the account files
in my hand and told her Trixie wanted them by 5.  The secretary said go
ahead, that's all she was waiting for, picked up her purse and left too.  I
was basically here by myself, so I went into Trixie's office, took her pc
off standby, opened the software, and began the download.  I put the files
on her desk, and once the download was finished, I slipped the flash drive
back into my pocket and went back to my office.

I was getting my stuff together, and taking anything that belonged to me
personally, as I had half a hunch I wouldn't be coming back here, as Paul
came out of the elevator and sauntered slowly to my office.  I was watching
him in the glass, not wanting to let on that I was growing concerned at his
appearance.

"Kyle.  So glad I could catch you before you take off."

I better play this cool.  They might have detected what I did and sent him
to delay my departure, and maybe not.

"Oh, yes.  I'm sure you're just thrilled to `catch me'."  I stated as I
turned to face him.

He looked around the office, a quizzical look coming over his face.  Then,
he knew.  "You really are taking off, aren't you?"  He said as he slowly
walked over to my desk.  He stopped, and picked up a picture of me with
some of my closest frat buddies in college.  "You're not coming back."

I reminded myself to just keep playing it cool.  The way he's talking, he
was just coming here for some sort of sick social visit.  Fucking mentally
twisted cunt.  I should have deballed him a long time ago.  "Correct."  I
responded coolly.

"Why?  Don't tell me it's because mom turned you into a bitch.  You know
you had that coming."  He said, almost laughing.  If I were a dog at that
point, I would have bit him.  Right on the balls.

"Yeah.  That's a big part of it.  And you fucking know it."

"You deserved what happened to you."

"No.  I deserved to be fired, maybe."  I said, mustering as much authority
as I could at this stage in my personal development.  "I possibly even
deserved to get the tables turned on me."  I said angrily.

"No.  You deserved to have that dick lopped off.  Just like what happened."

I marched up to him, but lost my nerve as I stood face to face with him.
"No, I didn't."

Suddenly, he slapped me across my face, pulled down my pants and his, and
pushed me over my desk, laying me on my stomach.  "Here's what you
deserve."  He said softly as he rammed his cock into my pussy.

"No!  Get out of me!"  I struggled to get up, but he had his palm pressing
down on my lower back, putting his weight on it.  I was pinned, and all I
could do was flail around, but that didn't last for long.

"Now you're going to get fucked.  Just like the whore you are.  Just like
the pussy you have become."

"No!  Help!  Rape!  Help me!"  But it was useless; no one was in the
office.

He started viciously stabbing his less than manly sized dick into my pussy.
Finally, I stopped flailing, and just laid there and cried.  It felt
horrible.  It was clear he never used is cock before to fuck, cause it was
just plain painful and not pleasurable at all.  He kept hammering away, and
started grunting loudly, and then I felt a warmth in my cunt.  "Yeah...just
like a fucking whore.  That's what you are now.  A dickless, wanna-be male,
fucking whore.  Taking my seed in your new little cunt."  He pulled out,
zipped up, then went around to my office chair and plopped himself down,
staring at me.  "Gonna turn me in, boy?  I'm sure the cops will love to see
you're `evidence' of me raping you.  Fuck, they'll probably want to take
turns too."  He said laughing, with a wicked grin on his ugly face.  I
never noticed it before.  But he's an ugly mother fucker.  Nothing pleasing
about him at all.

I stopped crying, picked myself up off the desk, adjusted my panties and
pulled my pants back up.  I started mentally collecting myself, remembering
what I was doing today.  I finished picking up my personal belongings,
putting them in the small box I had sitting under my desk, grabbed my
blazer and went to leave.

But, as I got to the door to the office, I turned.  I looked Paul right in
the eye.  He had stopped viciously grinning at me, and now sat there with a
half incredulous, half sad face, staring back at me.

"You might have raped me, Paul.  You probably thought you could destroy
what little `man' I had left in me.  But you're wrong.  No, I'm not a Man
anymore.  And what little I did have left in me, I have already gladly
given.  But not to you.  I gave it to a Man who deserved it, who
understands me.  So, no matter what you ever do to me, you can never have
that.  Good-bye, you piece of shit.  Stay away from me, or my Man will hurt
you."  I turned and got on the elevator.  Then held to door open button for
a moment and added "Oh, yeah.  Paul, one more thing.  You're a terrible
lay.  Get back in your device, because that puny fucking thing is useless."
I watched his face contort into a rage mask as the door closed, listening
to things flying at walls.

I limped to my car in the garage, not noticing a figure watching me
intently from the shadows.  I slid my disheveled, freshly defiled body into
the seat of my car, not caring that his cum was soaking through my
trousers, and not bothering to tuck in my shirt or straighten my tie, and
sat there for a moment and sobbed.  I felt so dirty, so unclean and
undesirable.

The shadow concealed figure watched this for a few minutes, and watched as
I pulled off and out of the parking garage.  He checked his cell phone,
noticing a few messages, one from "T", and responded.

"You better get home ASAP."  The figure typed in, then left the premises.

My drive home was long.  I would sob occasionally, not really breaking into
a full on cry, and trying desperately not to remember what it felt like
while Paul was raping me.  I felt like I had bugs crawling all over me,
like I had just taken a bath in someone's septic tank.  I know I didn't
smell very good either.  His cum wasn't like most men's.  It fucking stunk.
It smelled like a cigarette butt.  I was just astounded I never saw the
little demon for what he truly was; just an ugly, inside and out, little
worm, leaching off of others.

I decided I probably better keep this quiet, though.  If Trevor found out,
Paul was as good as dead.  Trevor had become increasingly possessive of me,
culminating to his new, self-appointed role as Dominant Man in our
relationship.  I truly loved Trev.  He was fast becoming my rock, and to be
honest he was correct in everything that he has said to me.  He quite a bit
older mentally than his physical age would lead to suggest.  Fuck, mentally
he's older than I am.  Much more stable, calm and collected.  Not such an
emotional wreck after a mishap.  But, with something like this and Paul, He
would fly into a jealous rage.  I need him free, with me.  Not sitting
behind bars because he killed a rapist.

Who knows?  Maybe I did deserve to get raped.  I certainly pulled a lot of
shit on Paul.  But, the difference is, he wanted it.  He told me he wanted
it, more than once.  I never did anything that was non-consensual to him.
He loved that his little dick was locked in a chastity device.  He loved
the public sex.  And every time I had someone else (or even a group of
someone else's) using his sloppy hole, he thanked me afterward, telling me
how hot it was.  So, no, I didn't deserve this from Paul, I decided.

Finally, the long drive home was over.  When I pulled in, I saw Trevor
pacing back and forth on the (now our) porch.  I got nervous immediately.
He would see the cum splotch and know.  So I parked in the garage and went
in the house through the inside door.  He came storming in, a wild look on
his face.

"Fuck!  Kyle, babe, come here!"  And as he was walking toward me, he saw my
pants.  I couldn't help it; I just sank to my knees and bawled.  Next thing
I know, he's hugging me, rocking me slightly, whispering "There, there, it
will be ok..." over and over.

I let it all out, and after a few minutes with my Man holding me, I felt
better.  I stopped crying at least.  Trevor helped me up, then upstairs,
and removed my clothing, holding them at arms distance, and threw them in
the trash.  I didn't argue.  He guided me to the shower, stripped himself
and put me in, and gently, but very thoroughly scrubbed me down, several
times, gingerly washing out my vagina.

We did all this, but no words were exchanged, and he didn't look me
directly in the eye.  I saw that his eyes were watering up from time to
time.  He had a stone face, but every so often it would crack, ever so
slightly, and I would see a wall of sadness and rage threatening to come
crashing out.

Close to an hour, he scrubbed me.  At the end, I asked with a shaky voice
"Am I ok now?  I understand if you don't want to love me anymore.  I am so
dirty now..."  He gave me a suffocatingly fierce hug immediately.

"Baby, you will never have to worry about me leaving you.  You aren't
dirty, you didn't fail me.  I failed you.  I promised to protect you.  Just
yesterday, I promised that very thing, and I failed..."  His voice broke,
and we hugged and sank to the shower floor, the warm water caressing us,
trying to soothe.

"NO!  You didn't.  You haven't failed me.  This happened because of me, not
because of you.  I got mixed up with terrible people, but that's done now
Trev.  I'm done with that.  We are going to go on, we are going to get
better.  And we are going to stay away from evil people like them."

"Oh, thank god, baby...oh thank you!"

We sat there, holding each other for a while longer.  He leaned back,
looked me in the eye, and said "We still need to go to mom & dads for
dinner.  Can you handle that, will you be able to hold up?"

"Anything for you.  Yeah...I can keep it together."

"Good.  Oh, and..."  He paused, looking unsure as to say something or not.
"Don't worry, you're safe from now on.  I promise, and I won't let you down
this time."  He said with tears in his eyes.

"You could never let me down.  You're my Man.  It's just not possible."  I
returned, tears in my own.  We smiled at each other then, warmly and
affectionately, even passionately.  And we kissed.  His kiss didn't feel
dirty.  Actually, it felt like it washed everything away, like that single
kiss repaired me.

We dressed, and walked over to Gary and Linda's.  Gary opened the door,
took one look at me, and wrapped me in a bear hug but said nothing.  Linda
came up, took my hand in both hers, and led me to the kitchen.  They knew.
Oh well, it's embarrassing, but honestly it's not like my life hasn't been
open to them for the past two months.  And they've never once been
judgmental about the road I'm now going down.  They've just been friends,
and becoming good ones.

In the kitchen, Linda stopped at the fridge, reached in, grabbed a beer and
handed it to me.  Then she turned back to me and started to speak.

"I can't say I know what you went through.  I just can't know, because
thank the powers that be, it's never happened to me.  Just please don't
blame my son.  He loves you too much."  She had wet eyes.

"Oh, hell no, Linda.  This isn't even remotely Trevor's fault.  It's mine.
I got involved with evil people, and I paid the price.  This isn't on him
at all."

"Well, he just feels responsible for protecting you..."  She looked away
and laughed lightly.  "He's always been like that.  Mr. Protector.  He sees
something he likes, and heaven help anyone that tries to harm it or them."
She looked back at me.

That brought a deep smile to my face, and a warm glow to my chest.  "I do
love him, Linda, I really hope you know that."

Her face softened, and her hand came up to my cheek.  "Oh, I do.  I really
do know that."  She took her hand away, and then the concerned look came
back to her face.  "Now, did this freak hurt you?  Do I need to get you to
the hospital?  Don't be ashamed, I have close to what you now have down
there..."  Ugh.  Ever the prim and proper Linda.  Just come out and say it.
`I have a vagina too.'  But instead of being offended, I understood she was
just concerned and trying to eloquently voice that concern.  "You need to
tell us, because it's dangerous to let any scratches or anything like that
go untreated."  Her eyes were glued to mine.

"No, really, Linda, physically I'll be ok.  He didn't hurt me that much
physically.  It was mostly..."  I had to stop, or risk losing it.

"Shhh...there there, it's ok.  I understand.  Well, if you need to talk,
I'm always here for you."

I gave her a hug at that point and whispered "Thank you.  Thank you so
much."

We stayed in the kitchen, talking about feelings, for a while, bustling
around.  She was preparing dinner, and I insisted on helping.  I was, after
all, a pretty good cook myself, and knew my way around a kitchen.  What can
I say?  Food is almost as good as sex, so when you have to prepare it
yourself, you learn how to do it well.  She probed, although not for
details.  She was just making sure I was coping ok, I think.

At one point, Trevor came in, slipped his hands around my waist while I was
cutting up vegetables, kissed me on the neck and whispered that he loved me
very, very much.  I tilted my head back, a little uncomfortable with the
scene in front of Linda, but told him I love him just as much, if not more.
He went back into the living room with Gary, they were watching something
on TV.  It was so sweet, and every so often he would pop back in the
kitchen and do the same exact thing.  How could I not love that Man?

A short while before dinner would be served, the doorbell went off.  I
didn't pay much attention, and then heard a strange voice talking to Gary
and Trevor, but nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be going on.  Linda
and I began putting things on the table and I went into the living room to
call the Men in, and there was this mountain of a guy sitting in one of the
recliners.  He got up, walked over to me, looked me dead in the eye, took
my hand and shook it.  Gently, but firmly.

"Kyle, this is Dominic.  Dominic, Kyle."  Trevor announced.

"Pleasure to meet you, Kyle."  The mountain said.

"The pleasure is mine, Dominic."  I said back and smiled.

His gaze was like steel.  It wasn't malevolent or anything like that.  But
I could tell this man was all business, all the time.  And with his size,
that didn't bode well for anyone on his shit list.  He had to be at least a
few inches taller than me, and probably twice my size.  His arms alone
could have supported a bus without even flexing.  To say the least, I was
intimidated.

"Dinner is served, guys."  I stated.

We all filed into the dining room, and I took a spot right next to Trevor
as quickly as I could.  Sitting next to him, I felt safer, and my demeanor
must have shown that.  Dominic watched this with a bit of a curious look,
but said nothing.  Linda and Gary just smiled.  Over dinner, we made small
talk about what we did, etcetera, and I noticed Dominic never clearly
stated what he did.  The closest he came was stating that his clients were
always secure and satisfied.

After dinner, I helped Linda clean up, while the Men returned to the living
room.  Trevor came into the kitchen and told his mom they needed me in the
living room for a conversation.

"I know.  You go ahead, Kyle.  I don't want to be part of this particular
discussion, so I'll finish up here."

I looked at Trevor, who grabbed my hand and started pulling me out.

"Trev...who is that guy?  He makes me nervous."

"Well, if you knew details, you would be nervous.  But you have nothing to
fear from him."

"Ok.  Well, let's get this over with then."

We went into the living room, and Gary was nodding at something Dominic had
just said.  It didn't take long to get the conversation going again, and as
I had guessed earlier, Dominic was all about business, so he just flat out
got right down to it.

"I'm here because I hear your boss fucked you over royally, Kyle."

"Well...yeah.  I guess..."

"Tricking an employee into getting their dick cut off isn't an `I guess'."
He cleared his throat, not even amused slightly by what he just said.
"It's a fucking crime."

"I'm not arguing with you."

"I know.  Look, I'm blunt and I get down to business.  And I can tell
you're intimidated by me, a lot.  But don't be.  I'm here to settle the
score."

"Ok.  Well, I feel a bit more at ease.  But, to be honest, I don't really
want revenge."

"This isn't about revenge, Kyle.  This is about justice.  If this Trixie is
allowed to get away with this, she'll be back at it and, if not you, then
hurting someone else.  I've looked into this bitch, deep, and she's got so
many skeletons in her closet she's going to have to build an expansion.
Now, I know you were snooping and trying to think of things today, did you
uncover anything?"

At that point, I grinned, stood, and pulled out the flash drive from my
jacket pocket.  "Tax evasion, embezzlement, and a whole lot of unethical
dealings with her clients.  It's all on there, I downloaded that today
before I left the office."  I smiled big as I handed it to him.

"Well, shit.  That makes my job a whole lot easier.  But not as much fun."
He chuckled, deeply and menacingly.  I shuddered at that a bit.  Fuck, this
dude was scary.  "I hope you're done there.  Cause the shit is going to hit
the fan next week for her.  I've got a couple people in the IRS office
downtown.  They're going to eat this up."

"Good.  I hate seeing people get away with fraud like that.  Pisses me
off."

He stood then, and looked me dead in the eye.  "Kyle, look, I know what
happened today.  I'm the one that told Trevor.  I was snooping around, and
I saw you limping out to your car.  The stains on your pants, the way you
looked, I know what happened."

I collapsed onto the couch next to Trevor.  He put an arm around me, and
Gary reached over and put his hand on my thigh reassuringly.  I didn't have
anything to say in return.

"This...'Paul'.  Well, he's one guy you'll never have to worry about again.
Trust me on that."

"You didn't...?"  I looked up, alarmed.

"Kill him?  Oh hell no.  Only people I kill are child molesters and
murderers.  No exceptions.  But, someone I know made certain he wouldn't be
a problem for you ever again."  He walked over, put his enormous paw on my
shoulder and patted it.  "So, this is all the information then?"  He asked,
holding up the flash drive.

"Yes.  I took it directly off her secured, encrypted system that had all
the business and personal files.  Tax
returns...invoices...names...dates...anything they could possibly need to
nail her to the wall.  It's all on there."

"Good.  Call tomorrow, make sure you are recording the call, and tell her
you quit.  Also, be sure to tell her you question her ethics and business
practices.  Also, have at least 2 neutral witnesses, and put her on speaker
phone.  Keep you out of any backlash that might happen.  But I doubt she's
smart enough to suspect anything...she doesn't know how to cover her tracks
all that well.  But better to be safe than sorry."

"Thank you, Dominic."

"No, thank you.  I thoroughly enjoy nailing pigs like this bitch.  And, as
I said, it prevents them from hurting someone else in the future.  You
gentlemen...and...um..."  He paused looking at me.  "Well, y'all take care.
It won't be a good idea to be seen around one another for quite a while."

And so, the mountain left, and we all sat around chatting about it
afterward.  None of us seemed `happy' that Trixie was going to get her
well-deserved rewards.  But we all did seem very satisfied that justice
would be done.

Trevor and I went to bed that night.  He didn't try to initiate sex,
however, he just spooned into my back and hugged me tight.  I felt safe,
and fell asleep almost immediately.  The next morning my alarm went off,
but I didn't wake him.  I got up, made coffee, then waited for a while,
called into his school and reported him off sick for the day.  Then I went
back upstairs, and gave him a wake up blow job.  I thought about crawling
up on him and sliding his cock into me...but it was just too soon.  I still
ached down there from the previous day, and it still didn't feel quite
right.  But he sure as hell didn't complain when he woke.

He worried about getting up so late and missing school, but I told him
about calling in, and I told him it was for a good reason; I was taking him
car shopping today.  His eyes got big, and he locked his lips on mine for
several minutes, then when into a flurry of picking out my underwear (teal
green for today, lace panties and matching thigh highs stockings, complete
with lace stay up tops) and clothes (a tight fitting teal green muscle
shirt, ass hugging jeans, and dress shoes).  We showered, he shaved (I
didn't have to anymore...kind of nice actually), and got dressed, me in the
clothing he wanted, and him in a tight t shirt, equally tight jeans and
runners.  I called Derrick to make sure he would be at the dealership
today, and he set aside the day for us.

We got to the dealership, and (not telling Trevor exactly where we were
going, or to which dealership), my Man's eyes bulged.

"No...way..."

"Yes way, my Man.  One good thing about my trip to Bangkok...I made a
seriously healthy bonus.  You're getting what you want.  And I'm trading
this, maybe a convertible.  All already bought and paid for, you just need
to choose."

Trevor was speechless.  We parked, and he unfastened his seatbelt, and then
practically jumped on me, making out passionately for a few minutes.  His
cock was growing in his jeans, packing them impossibly tight.

Next thing I know, Derrick is knocking on my window.  I give Trevor on
quick peck on the lips, and we get out.

"Kyle!  How are you, you stud?  You two done mauling each other?"  He
laughed a bit, then took a good look at Trevor.  I thought his jaw was
going to have to be surgically reattached after it hit the asphalt.  "Damn.
I mean, hi!  I'm Derrick!  How may I be of service?"  He recovered quickly,
and I just stood there chuckling.  My friend Derrick, man whore
extraordinaire.

"Trevor."  My Man took Derricks hand and shook it hard.  "You're Kyle's
friend?  He's told me a bit about you..."  He trailed off, devilishly
leaving unspoken questions.

"Um...yes.  Well...um..."  Derrick was at a loss for words, but finally
blurted out.  "Shit Kyle, you told me you had a real man in your life...but
fuck!  How old are you Trevor?  16?  17?  And for fuck's sake, you're built
like a fucking machine!"

"Well, Der.  First, I'm old enough."  He states, amping up his natural
Alpha Male attitude and voice to a new level.  "And second, yes I'm built.
Like.  A.  Man.  Remember that."

"Oh.  Oh, shit, really, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean anything I said in a bad
way I just..."

"No worries, Der.  You were just surprised, I get it."  Trevor smoothed
things over gracefully.

"If you're done embarrassing yourself, Derrick, Trevor needs a new vehicle.
Then I would like to trade mine.  His first, thought."  I say, sparing
Derrick of any more blunders.

"Ok, yeah.  Well, Trevor, have you given any thought to what model you
might like?  I take it you requested a Mercedes dealership for a reason?"

"No.  Actually, I didn't know we were doing this until about an hour ago.
And I didn't even know where we were going until my babe pulled in here."

Derrick stopped, looked questioningly at me and mouthed the word `babe' as
a question.  I pointed at Trevor and said bluntly "You need to be
addressing my Man, not me."  This was quite confusing for poor Derrick, I
admit.  I sincerely doubt he ever, even at that point, thought of me as
anything less than Alpha Man, Top Dawg.  So I elaborated.  "For reasons you
will understand better later, He's my Man.  And yes, I'm his bitch.  Now
pick your tongue up off the ground and sell us some vehicles, you silly
queen."

Trevor stopped dead in his tracks, looked at me with wet eyes, and then
looked like he was going to pull down my pants and fuck me to heaven right
there.  I don't know what came over me.  It actually felt liberating to say
it.  I felt his warmth as he came over to stand next to me, and grab me
around my waist possessively.  I could stay there forever and bask in that.
Regardless of what anyone thought, I was proud to have said what I did.
Who couldn't be proud of being Trevor's babe?

"Well, ok, now that that's cleared up.  I was thinking maybe a sport ute,
Derrick?"  Trevor said.  "Something masculine, but refined?"

"Um..well.  Yes.  There's the GLK class..."  He pointed at a small SUV.

"Too small.  I might need it to haul stuff or pull a trailer with at some
point."  Trevor said assertively.

"Well, that skips us on up to the GL class then.  M Class might suit you,
but if you're going to tow anything big, I would suggest the larger rig
with the V-8."  Derrick said calmly, regaining every ounce of composure
surprisingly quick.

"Ok.  Show us some, then."  Trevor flashed that killer smile at Derrick,
who despite his composure, I thought would cum in his trousers on the spot.

"This way, please."  Derrick cleared his throat and led us to some sport
utilites.

In the end, Trevor settled on a white AMG G65.  He didn't like the GL
class; thought it was too feminine for him.  I agreed.  But he doubled over
when he saw the sticker.  I told him don't even think about it.  I'll tell
you later why.

"He apparently likes that one, Derrick.  Could you have it ready to go by
the time we're done?"

"Of course.  Will the vehicle be in his name?"

My answer, would of course, tell Derrick how old Trevor was. "No, not yet.
He has a couple months to go, then it will be in his name."

"Ah, I see.  So, how do you want me to work that?"  Derrick asked.

I looked questioningly at Trevor, who just nodded his head.  "Well, I
suppose we can register it under my name, and transfer the title on your
birthday Sir?"  Derrick gasped.  I paid him no attention.  "You know you
can trust me.  But you need the vehicle now."

"Yeah, babe, that will work."  Trevor beamed.  He was apparently very happy
to see me making some progress, or at least trying to, by not only treating
him with the respect he's due in public, but also in front of a guy who
used to serve me.

"Ok.  Trevor, Sir, and Kyle, if you'll follow me?  I need some paper work
to be started before we look at a new one for you Kyle.  And I want some
questions answered."

"Sure, lead the way, boy."  Trevor said authoritavely, setting the tone for
the conversation and cutting out any doubt.


Author's Note:

I want to thank everyone, especially a Dominant Man (You know who You are),
for the feedback.  This is, without a doubt, my wildest and most desired
fantasy.  The lack of sex compared to a lot of other stories is
intentional, and I hope that doesn't turn anyone off.  I apologize for the
rather abrupt ending to this chapter.  It just kept going on, and I had to
split it at some point.  The next chapter will see some personal changes
for Kyle and Trevor.  As for anyone reading "His Twin" in the Gay
Authoritarian section, I apologize for the exceedingly long break in that,
but after a few rewrites, I should have that ready to go soon.  I also
started a new story called "Master's Fall", and that will be in either the
Bi or Gay Authoritarian section within the next month as well.  Again,
thank You all for reading.  And for all you groveling slaves out there,
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