Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2011 16:50:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: D L <cockytop_chicago@yahoo.com>
Subject: cocky-top-4 The Pussyboy Arrives

Greetings men and bottoms! Thanks for all your feedback on the last
story. I really enjoyed the emails I got from my readers. Apparently there
are still a lot of hungry pussies that need to be fed. Some of them, if the
pics I received are accurate, are pretty damn fuckable! I can see my Cock
making a nice home in a few of them. My latest chapter was published right
around the official end of Don't Ask Don't Tell and I have got at least 3
military boys offered me their very fuckable holes when they're not busy
killing terrorists. Coincidence? I also found a couple boys in Chicago that
seem worthy of the Cock including a bi boy who has a nice cherry pussy for
me. Looking forward to popping it. Don't tell his girlfriend. I got a few
emails from Tops as well. One of whom is feeling his pussy twitch for the
first time, and another who was even trying to top me! I was pretty
impressed with his audacity. Now, that's Cocky! Don't worry readers, my
hole is still very whole. But if I get to Dallas I think I will have to
have a beer with him and share stories of pussy taming, maybe while we are
both using opposite ends of the same cowboy. The rest of you tops have to
step up and fill in. There's plenty of pussy to go around.

Anyway, back to Mitch. Mitch had been making good progress acknowledging
that he was just a bitch to be used by men. His cock had become a worthless
clit and when he looked down it seemed to be shrinking a little every
day. Despite being 1000 miles away he was definitely now MY bitch. In
gratitude for my training and advice, he had given me complete control of
his clit and all access to his pussy. I would decide when he would cum or
even be allowed to touch his clit. Since he was too far away to fuck
myself, I reviewed the profiles of any Top that wanted to use him, and
provided rules and restrictions on his service --He had to make sure his
pussy was clean and shaved beforehand. Only the Top was allowed to touch
his clit. He was not to cum in the Top's presence. He was to show proper
gratitude to me after the encounter, etc. Rules like this make sure that he
provided excellent service to the Tops and reminded him that his pussy was
mine. I bet having My rules in his head while servicing another Cock felt
like getting fucked by two Tops at once. What a lucky bitch.

Eventually Mitch had to go to Chicago for some work thing and he begged for
the chance to serve the Cock in person when he was here. The weeks before
he spent extra time in the gym working his glutes and tits extra hard. His
pussy was getting hungrier each day in anticipation and his clit was
leaking at night. I did not let him cum for at least two weeks before the
visit so his pussy would be extra hungry. He had a busy work schedule while
here, so we only had time to meet once. When the day finally arrived, he
made sure his pussy was freshly shaved and douched. He put on a cute pink
jock under his clothes and headed to my condo.

As he walked up the three flights of stairs to my place, I am sure he must
have been a giant pile of nerves. He was probably scared that he wouldn't
meet my expectations, that after all the months of chatting he might not
actually earn the Cock -- that he wouldn't be handsome enough or his tits
would be too small or I would find some reason that he would be
unfuckable. He was scared that his pussy was too tight and since my Cock
was so huge he wouldn't be able to take It and serve It the way It
deserved. He may have worried that the reality of serving me would not
measure up to the fantasy. However, I think his biggest fear of all was
that the reality would exceed the fantasy. Until now he could just dismiss
his conversations with me as pretending or exploring his sub nature. Until
now it was a game. But once he met me and met the Cock and experienced its
awesomeness -- especially if he enjoyed it -- then he would truly be a
pussyboy and could not go back to pretending he was a Man.

When Mitch arrived, I was taken aback by how tall he was. At 6'4" he is a
good head taller than me. He wasn't especially handsome. But while, I like
seeing a pretty face wrapped around my Cock, it isn't the highest on my
list of criteria. I think he was in a jeans, and a long sleeve thermal
t-shirt. I didn't pay too much attention to his clothes since I knew he
wouldn't be in them long. My head was freshly shaved and I was in navy
track pants and a tight t-shirt, although Mith saw mostly my tennis shoes
since he had respectfully lowered his gaze to my feet.

I welcomed him in warmly and had him kneel in front of me. This was both to
have him acknowledge his place immediately and help him relax. Mitch's
breathing was very shallow and he was actually physically shaking with
nerves. It wasn't my intention to scare him, but it was kinda hot to see
the effect I had on him. He could see the Cock expanding in my track pants
as I pressed his head against my tight abs, rubbed the back of his neck and
talked soothingly to him.

"Welcome pussyboy. You look so natural down there. I can tell this is where
you belong. You have been waiting for this a long time."

Mitch softly agreed with a "Yes Sir."

"Are you going to take good care of the Cock today?"

"Yes Sir" This more enthusiastic.

"That's a good puss."

After a few minutes of this greeting Mitch's breathing had returned
somewhat to normal, I directed him to strip down to his jock and fold the
clothes neatly on the floor of my bedroom which is just off the
entrance. For you tops out there, it's always good to make the bottom naked
first. With Mitch I had decided that I would try to avoid ever seeing his
clit to really emphasize how little it meant to me or any Top. Mitch
returned to the foyer in a bright pink jock. His body was lean, trim, and
smooth. I love tall fit bodies. I was looking forward to fucking him. As he
kneeled back before me on the hardwood floors in my entryway, I told him
his clit cover was "adorable" and "cute." It was fun to see how the
compliments made him simultaneously proud that he had pleased me and
humiliated to recognize his relinquished masculinity. I would never wear
anything so faggy and he knew it.

The closet in the entrance of my condo has a full length mirror. I directed
Mitch on his hands and knees in front of the mirror so I could inspect his
pussy. Mitch's ass was great- firm and lean. I spread his cheeks and
inspected his pussy to make sure it was shaved smooth and clean. I hate
getting hair on my tongue when I eat ass. I stood there with Mitch on all
fours and had him look at himself in the mirror for a few long minutes.

"Look at yourself in the mirror boy. See what a little pussy you are."

"Yes Sir."

"You love taking care of real Men. Don't you puss? Tell me what you are."

"I'm your cock-sucking pussyboy Sir."

"Good bitch." I said, rubbing his head. "This is where you belong. Isn't
it?"

"Yes Sir."

Mitch could see that it was no longer a game. He was really a bitch. I
didn't need to see the wet spot on his clit cover to know he was loving
it. He hadn't even seen the Cock and he was ready to explode. I directed
Mitch to my bedroom so the service could begin.

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Damn these things take a while to write. I guess I will quit here so I can
get you hungry pussies another installment. As always, I love hearing from
you. Some of you have found me on Recon too. If you check me out and like
the stories, give me a cruise.