Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 04:34:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby - Chapter 17

He was back in the driver's seat again, telling me what to do.

I took off the shirt, which he took and put on, then I took off the shorts
and handed them to him as he hand me back the loose one.  I put them on
over my raging cock and looked at him.  He had his fucking Bobby smile on.

"Did you like that?" he asked as we walked back to the car.  "Did you like
being in charge, being in control, telling me what to do?" he looked at me
as he asked this question.

"Yes, it was different and strange, but good.  I really spent too much time
thinking about you and what I could have you do.  And you just did
everything, without complaint or hesitation."

"Yes, like any good slave would do."  He smiled again.

We got in the car and he drove off.  My mind tried to wrap itself around
what had just transpired.  It was a heady bunch of stuff.  His complete
submission, his confession, his statements about how I felt about myself,
what went through my head before I was sick; it was all going to take some
thought.

He stopped along another anonymous side street, he handed me a t-shirt from
the back seat and told me to get out.  I did and he got out, locked the car
and I followed him, as I put on my t-shirt with one hand.

He went around a corner and we entered a leather shop.  I loved the smell
as we walked in.  Then I saw that it was not a leather shop like I had
imagined.  There were chaps and hoods and whips and all kinds of kinky
looking stuff.  Kinky in that it didn't look like stuff people would wear
walking down the street.

There were a couple of people in the place looking at items.  One was a
woman with tattoos on her neck and arms, with a pierced nose and eyebrow.
The other was a guy, a big burly guy, with mustache and shaved head.  He
looked like a rough guy, big body, hairy chest, leather vest, and tattoos,
with a mean look on his face.  The clerk was a guy, thin in his 30's with a
butch haircut, kind of blondish brown.  He stood about 6 feet tall, but
could have weighed more than 120 - 150.  Kind of a runner's build, lean
muscle. He had the bluest eyes I had seen on a guy, I wondered if they were
colored contacts.

He greeted Bobby like an old friend, shook his hand and clapped him on the
shoulder.  "This is Davey," he said, pointing to me and motioning for me to
come up.  "I need him measured for a harness."  A harness?  What the fuck
was a harness?

"Okay, Davey, let's go back here and get you measured.  He pointed to a
back dressing room kind of area.  Bobby followed us in.  "My name is Phil
and Bobby has picked out a harness for you, but we have to make sure I have
the measurements right.  Also I'll write down all the measurements we need,
in case Bobby wants to order anything else for you."

He looked at me and I looked at him.  "Okay, Davey, you need to take off
your clothes so I can measure you."  I swallowed and tried to be cool like
Bobby did for me, but I know I blushed as I pulled off the t-shirt with one
hand, somehow.  Bobby took that from me.  I then looked at Bobby as I
dropped the shorts and stepped out of them.

"Oh, well, I see we can take the erect measurements first." Blush.  "And
then we will take the soft ones later."  Blush.

He got out a cloth measuring tape and started measuring.  He measured my
neck size, the width of my shoulders, the length of my arms, my chest size.
It felt strange having a man touching me so intimately while I was naked,
that didn't seem to be interested in me sexually.  He measured the distance
between my nipples and how big the aureole was.  My cock continued to bob
every time he touched me, especially the closer he moved to my crotch.

He bypassed that and measured feet, and legs and calf size, everything.
Then he had me bend over and he measured my crack and the distance from my
hole to the base of my cock.  My cock jumped as he touched my hole and the
spot behind my balls.  I know I blushed at least a dozen times as he
touched sensitive parts of my body.

Then he got to my cock, like he had been building up to it.  He measured
the length of it, the circumference, the size of the head, and I started
oozing as he continued to manipulate my cock for measurements.  At one
point he must have gotten some on his finger, cause he brought it to my
lips and said, "Lick," and I did causing me to blush again!

Finally he stepped away from me and said, "Okay, now I need to measure the
cock soft."  He looked at me.  I looked at Bobby.

"You have two choices, Davey, you can jack off or you can do your
concentration thing."  I wanted the second, but didn't know if I would be
able to do it while the man stood there watching me.  "I think you need to
jack off," Bobby said as he looked from me to Phil.

I cringed, but stood there and reached for my cock, all the while getting
hotter and redder.  It wasn't going to take much.  I looked at Bobby and
started stroking.  I was right, in just moments, I was feeling myself rush
towards that point of no return.  I knew my eyes were going to roll up
soon.  "Stop!"  Bobby said in my ear.

I couldn't.  I didn't want to!  Shit, Fuck and Damn!  But I did. I removed
my hand and my whole body was so tense, I thought I would cum anyway.  But
I tried to breathe deep and relax the muscles in my legs and arms.  Fuck,
it was difficult!

"Great!" Bobby said.  "Phil can you give us a moment.  Check back in about
3 minutes."  I flushed red again and heat ran up my body.  I had just
jacked off in front of this guy!  Shit! I was messed up.  But damn, it felt
good and my cock was so hard and so ready and I just wanted to take it in
my hand and finish it off.  But Bobby had said no.

Phil left us and Bobby said, "Okay, go where ever it is you go and think of
whatever it is, but get that cock down in 3 minutes.  Because if you don't
you will not only jack off and cum for Phil but you will have to suck his
cock as well."  I could tell he wasn't joking.  Bobby hardly ever joked
about these kinds of things.

I closed my eyes and Bobby didn't tell me to open them.  This was going to
be difficult, all I could think of was the rush that had filled my body and
how close I had been to that point.  I found my spot though after fighting
through images of cocks and Bobby jacking off and all.  I got there and
became lost in it.

Next thing I heard was Phil saying, "Well, whatever it was it worked."  I
opened my eyes and there he was.  He took hold of my cock again and started
measuring it soft.  I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my place as he
manipulated my cock.

He finished up and said, "I'll be right back."  He left and Bobby looked at
me.

"You are doing good.  Keep doing it!"  He smiled again at me.

Phil came back with a bunch of leather straps and rings and stuff.  "Let's
see how this fits."  He started be putting a cock ring on me.  I had never
had one on.  And his moving of my cock and balls to get it through the ring
was having an effect on me.  He managed to get it on before I got too hard,
but not before I got hot and red again.

Then he draped straps this way and that around my body, across my chest
with a ring circling each nipple, and over my shoulders and everywhere.  I
was getting hard again as he touched so many places on my body.  I loved
the smell of the leather.  I found it exciting.

Finally, he was done adjusting.  "So what do you think?"  I thought he was
talking to Bobby.  I looked and saw he was looking at me.  He handed me a
mirror like they use when the cut your hair so you can see the back of your
head.  And I couldn't see all of me in it.  So I really had no clue.

"It's fine," I said, not sure what I was supposed to say.

"I think you need to see the whole thing, so you can get a better idea of
what you look like," Bobby said.

"Well, okay, then, come this way and I'll take you to the bigger mirror."
I followed Phil out and Bobby followed me.  When we got there Phil said,
"Okay, what do you think now?"

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was in the front of the store!
Everyone could see me in this near naked harness with my cock hard and
shaved and oh shit!  My heart started racing again and I thought I would be
scarlet for the rest of my life.  Bobby whispered in my ear, "Calm down,
take a deep breath."  Easy for him to say, he had clothes on.

My cock jumped a couple of times as I stood in front of the mirror and saw
myself in the complete harness.  It looked so hot!  But I could see the
other people in the store looking over at me as well.  The woman took a
good look and then the biker dude walked over real close and looked me up
one side and down the other.  "Good fit!" he said as he turned and walked
away.

I really thought I would die right there.  Bobby handed me my baggy shorts
and as I bent to put them on, Phil reached out, grabbed my ass and said,
"You can come back anytime."  I blushed a deeper shade of red then.

I got my flip-flops and then Bobby made me pay for the harness, $157!!!!
Fuck, I was messed up now!  So I held my shorts up and wearing the harness
we left the store.  As we walked back to the car, Bobby said, "So do you
like your harness?"

"Yeah, it kinda feels sexy," knowing my cock was rock hard in my shorts and
if they had been any tighter, would have tented them terribly.

When we got to the car, Bobby said, "What am I going to ask you to do?"

I looked at him and knew, "Strip?"

"Yes.  So drop those shorts and get into the car."  I so wanted to look up
and down the street, but I didn't, but I still went red as I dropped the
shorts, picked them up and then got into the car.  The harness felt so
strange on me and hit me in places I wasn't used to.  My cock was twitching
and leaking as I thought about all I had just done.  Man, I was screwed up.

But I thought of something I needed to tell Bobby, "Bobby, I can't afford
to spend the kind of money I did today.  My folks watch the bank account
and put money in, as I need it.  I have just gone through 2 months worth of
spending money.  I am going to have to explain those charges to them and I
really don't know how I am going to do it."  I was getting panicked again.

"Thanks for telling me.  Give me their phone number and I'll call and
explain it all to them."  He looked at the look on my face and laughed,
"Just kidding!"

I thought I was going to be sick again.  "Now, don't lose it!"  He took my
chin and turned it towards him.  "Just tell them it is for a dorm joke and
that you will be reimbursed."

He reached over and tweaked a nipple that was encircled by a steel ring and
I forgot all about my parents.  "Nice.  I like the look!"  He reached down
pulled on one of the straps attached to my cock ring, making my cock jump.

"I am starving," he said, and I tried to remember the last time I had
anything other than cum or piss and couldn't.

"Me, too!"

"Okay, so do you want McDonald's drive through or Taco Bell drive through?"

Again a surge of panic, "No drive throughs!"

"So you want to go into a restaurant like that!  Wow.  That's really
great!"  He started the car and began to pull out.

"NO!!!  I just mean I can't go through a drive through like this!"

"I think you look just fine!" he looked at me, "In fact, better than fine!"
he reached over and stroked the inside of my thigh, sending electricity
running to my balls and cock!

He chuckled again and pulled over to the side of the road.  He turned off
the car, got out and went to the trunk and opened it.  He brought out
something and walked over to my side.  "Get out."  What choice did I have?
I opened the car door and stood up in just my harness.  "Here, put these
on."  He handed me a pair of jeans and a button up shirt.  It really felt
strange putting the jeans on over the harness and my cock was still rock
hard and then I realized they were Bobby's jeans.  And a button down blue
oxford shirt, had to be his as well.  Then he gave me a pair of loafers to
wear.

We got back in the car and he drove on.  Soon we parked at a restaurant.
Bobby took me in and we got a booth.  It was a nice steak place and I
realized that I was famished and no clue when I had ate last, plus I had
thrown up.  My mouth was watering as Bobby ordered for us.

After the server had taken our order he leaned over the table and said,
"Take out your cock."  I had trapped it again in the waist, so I had to
unbutton my jeans and then unzip them to get it out.  I know I turned more
shades of red than were in the menu.  Once I had it out, I put my hands
back on the table.

Bobby smiled and I felt his foot, without the shoe, begin to explore my
crotch and then it found my balls and then my crotch.  He started pressing
on my balls with his heel and down on my cock with his foot.  Alternating
pressure on my cock and on my balls.  I know I was trying not to moan as I
sat there looking at Bobby.

The guy brought our drinks and I unsuccessfully tried to keep from blushing
as he set them down.  He looked from Bobby to me and smiled and then left.

Bobby continued to massage my crotch as I sat there.  A moan escaped me at
one point and he removed his foot.

Dinner came and it was delicious!  I was starved and the only issue was
that about every 3 or 4 minutes Bobby would work his toes and foot around
my dick and balls and I began to moan and say how wonderful the meat was
and he would smile and say, "Yeah, and it is done just right.  Just the way
I like it."

Just before we finished, he leaned over and told me to put my cock and
balls back in my jeans and zip up.  It was a struggle with the harness, and
my stiff cock.  But I finally managed to get it in and pointing off to the
right.

He told me to follow him.  He grabbed a coffee cup and headed toward the
back of the restaurant.  He went into the men's room.  It was a weird
configuration of booths and urinals.  He handed me the coffee cup and an
envelope and told me to go into the last stall of 3.

He went into the stall next door, I started to lock the door and he said
leave it.  I sat down the coffee mug on the ledge built above the toilet.
I opened the envelope and took out the paper that was in there.  There was
also a small packet of something clear in there as well.  I sat it on the
ledge with the mug and opened the instructions.

"Remove all your clothes, leave on the harness.  Use the packet on the
plunger in the corner.  Sit on the plunger and fuck yourself with it.  You
are to jack off until you cum.  However, since you normally use your left
hand to jack off, you will use your right hand to jack off this time.  When
you shoot, catch it in the mug.  When you are finished, removed the
harness, put it in the bag in your back pocket and then get dressed and
head back to our table.  Have fun.  Bobby."

My cock throbbed in my pants.  Nervously, I stripped off my shirt and pants
and hung them on the hook on the back of the swinging door.  My cock
twitched, as I was now naked in a public restaurant in an unlocked toilet
stall.  My heart was starting it's pounding and while I wasn't blushing
yet, I was certainly sweating again.

I took the packet and opened it and realized that it was some kind of lube.
I rubbed it on the handle of the toilet plunger.  Then I moved the plunger
out in front of the bowl and tried to line my ass up on to it.  It took my
hand to get it all lined up and centered.  It really felt strange as I slid
the cold wooden handle into my ass.  My cock got harder and throbbed as I
hit that spot in my ass.  I kept sliding until it was about 8 or 9 inches
in my ass.  My cock started leaking immediately.  I think it was a
combination of the toilet plunger in my ass and the location, a public
restroom with the door unlatched.

I slid up and down on it a couple of times as I began to pump my cock. It
was so strange to do it with my right hand.  I had been using my left hand
since the first time I had shot with I was 11.

It was more difficult to get the correct feel, but it wasn't going to take
much the way Bobby had been tormenting me over the last several hours.  I
was also aware that Bobby was sitting on the toilet in the stall right next
door.  At that moment, the door opened and someone walked into the men's
room.  I froze for a second, but couldn't stop.  I was too close to stop
now.  I heard the guy start pissing in the urinal, a huge long blast of
piss.  That only made me more excited, to know that there was someone else
in the room while I was naked, fucking myself on a toilet plunger and
jacking off.

It only took a couple more strokes and I remembered to grab the cup before
I started shooting, and shooting and shooting!  It was like a fountain and
I didn't think it would ever stop.

I hadn't realized how tense my body had become until I started to come down
of the high of shooting.  My heart was still hammering in my chest and I
stroked the last of the cum out of my cock.  I hadn't heard the guy leaving
the men's room, but it was quiet except for my labored breathing.

I sat the cup down and tired to figure out how to get the harness off.  I
found the buckles and then managed to work the ring off my semi soft cock.
I felt the release of pressure then and wiped up a couple of drops of cum
from the head of my cock and licked it off of my fingers.  I shivered at
the taste.

I looked in the back pocket of my jeans and found a plastic shopping bag.
I put the harness in the bag and then began to get dressed again.  My hands
shook as I pulled on the jeans and tried to button the shirt.  It took me a
couple of times to get it done.

Once I was finished dressing, I opened the door all the way and walked out.
Bobby was there.  He smiled and said, "How did that feel?"

"Awesome!  Incredible!  Risky!  Amazing!"  I was so high from the
adrenaline that had raced through my blood moments ago.  "It was strange
doing it with a different hand and being naked and the door unlatched and
Shit it blew me away."

"Let's go back and get dessert now."  He led me back to the table.  The guy
came back and took our dessert order and Bobby ordered coffee for us as
well.  When the guy back with the coffee, he poured it into the cups and
noticed something in mine and said, he would get me a new cup and Bobby
told him no, that I had already put cream in it.

Bobby watched as I took a sip of the coffee and smiled as I sucked it into
my mouth.  Our dessert came and I devoured mine, as I was still famished. I
drank all the coffee down with my homemade cream.  The things he thought
of!

When we finished, Bobby leaned in and said, "Now when he brings the check,
I want you to piss your pants."  I sat there in shock.  I really didn't
think he could shock me anymore, but he continued to shock me.

When the guy came with the bill, Bobby kept the guy there, but kept looking
at me.  He gave me a sight nod as he fiddled with his wallet getting out a
card and then deciding on cash instead.  While he did this I struggled to
get a flow going.  I had gone last when we were at the picnic area and
needed to go again.  I had drunk several glasses of iced tea with dinner
and the coffee.  Once it started, it didn't feel like it would end soon.
Bobby continued to chat with the guy all the while I was pissing.

I felt it run down my leg as it soaked the jeans.  I heard a couple of
drips hit the tile below the table.  Bobby finally let the guy go at that
point.  I sat there as the warm piss spread in my jeans.

Bobby smiled and asked, "Did you get enough?  Are you satisfied?"

"Yeah, I've had enough!"  He chuckled then.

He got up to leave and told me to bring my bag.  He led us right through
the main part of the restaurant and out through the waiting people, me with
my wet pants!  I know I had to smell, too.

When we got back to the car, it was dark out.  He looked over the top of
the car and smiled and then said, "Strip.  I don't want some piss stained
pants on my seats."

I blushed and didn't look around. I just looked at him as I unbuttoned the
shirt and removed it; the tails of it were wet.  Then I managed to unzip
the pants and remove them.  He told me to grab the t-shirt in the back of
the car and dry off with it.  He came around and picked up the wet jeans
and shirt and told me I could get into the car.  My dick was rock hard
again by the time I closed the door.

"Okay we are going back to the dorms now. It has been a long day and we
have a couple of chores to do tonight.  Then you have to update your
journal.  Then finally, you need to get some sleep, you have a big day
tomorrow.

That made my stomach tighten as he talked about tomorrow again.  I noticed
he was traveling the streets and getting closer to the campus.  I began to
worry about my current attire, as we got closer to the campus.

At one stoplight, we were in the right hand lane and there was a car
stopped along our left hand side.  The guy in the passenger seat looked
over and saw me.  And must have seen I was naked.  He patted the girl that
was driving on the arm and pointed at me.  Her eyes got big and I got red,
then the light turned green and Bobby pulled away from them. My heart was
pounding again!

He turned into our dorm parking lot and found a spot.  "Get out and then
put on the shorts that are in the back and the t-shirt there.

I sat for a second and took a deep breath and then opened the door and
stood up.  I reached in the back and pulled out the shorts and as I bent to
pull them on, someone drove by and honked.  I looked up and blushed.  I
didn't recognize them, but that didn't mean they didn't know me.

I pulled on the shorts and then realized that I had to get the shirt on
again with one hand or risk dropping my shorts. I decided I could get it on
faster, if I used both hands, so I dropped my shorts and quickly got the
shirt on and then reached and pulled up my shorts.

Bobby told me get the wet clothes from the back and my bag from the adult
bookstore and then we could head to the room.  I gathered up all the stuff
trying to keep my shorts up in the process.

As we were standing waiting for the elevator, Bobby reached over and pulled
down on my shorts.  I didn't loose them, but my ass was now showing.  I
wondered if it was as red as my face.  I struggled to get them backup and
hold every thing.

The elevator opened and we went in, I was quiet as we rode up to the 8th
floor.  We headed down to the room.  Bobby used the key to open the room
and let me in.  Before he would close the door, I had to drop my shorts and
remove the t-shirt.  Once I was naked, he closed the door and told me to
put the wet cloths in the bathroom and to meet him there.

I put the stuff on top of the dirty close pile.  It was getting bigger.  I
was going to have to do laundry soon.  I was going through cloths fast with
two people wearing them.  I got the shower ready as Bobby entered the room.
"Okay, wash me first and then you can do yourself.  You stink, again," and
he chuckled.

I really enjoyed this, cleaning Bobby.  I got to look at every inch of his
body and relish every muscle of it.  I started at the top and washed him as
thoroughly as I always did.  When I got to his cock, he told me I didn't
need to jack him.  I was disappointed, but I still got to hold his cock as
I washed it and his balls.  It made my cock that much harder holding onto
his "privates."  I liked that word.

Then I washed his hair.  I loved the feel of his thick hair, running my
hands through it was such a turn on.

Finally, I was finished and rinsed him off.  He turned and looked at me and
said, "Get yourself nice and clean, but no jacking off."  He got out of the
shower and dried himself off.  I had wanted to do that as well. I washed
myself better than I usually did concentrating on cleaning my ass crack and
balls and dick.  Then I scrubbed my quarter inch long hair, hardly needing
shampoo.

I got out and dried off using the towel to reach every part of my body.  I
brushed my teeth and flossed.  I hadn't used deodorant since Bobby moved in
and was not going to unless he told me to.

I went out to the main room and Bobby was sitting naked at my computer.
"We are still getting great response to your daily journals on the Nifty
site.  And requests are coming in all the time for new vids of you.  There
is long list of suggested scenes for you."  In spite of everything Bobby
had told me and done with me, I still blushed.

I stood in the room watching the muscles of Bobby's back as he typed. When
he finished, he told me to lie down on the bed on my back.  I did as he
instructed.  He walked over and took my right hand and pulled it all the
way to the corner and clamped something around it.  Then he did the same
with my left.  These had to be the wrist clamps I had purchased.  Then he
did the same to my ankles.

I really started to panic.  This was really freaking me out, to have no
control what so ever and to be totally at his mercy.  I think he saw the
concern in my eyes, cause he said, "Do you trust me?"

I thought for a moment and then said, "Yes," but I had forgotten the sir
and wasn't too convincing.

"Okay, we are you going to have a bit of fun here," he said as he smiled
and ran his hand up the side of my torso, sending goose bumps up and down
my arms.  He then took the gag and put it on over my head.  I really began
to get worried then.  If something happened, no one would hear me.  My
heart was pounding and I was sweating.  Bobby put his hand on my chest; I
know he could feel the pace of my heart.  Then he did something that really
scared me; he took my pulse.  He held his fingers and my throat and I saw
him watching the clock and counting.  When he finished he nodded his head.
My heart was racing even faster now. What did he have planned?

"Calm down, I am not going to kill you and it would be difficult to rape
you in this position, besides I have already been there and you enjoyed it
every time.  We are just going to see how ticklish you are first."  He
brought out a feather and first used it on my armpits.  I wanted to laugh
so hard and get away from it, but I couldn't move as the cuffs held me
nearly immobile and the gag stifled my laugh.

Tears started rolling down my face as I silently laughed and screamed and
tried to get away from it.  He used it on the sides of my stomach, then the
soles of my feet.  There wasn't an area that he didn't use the feather on.

I was dying here; it went from funny to agony, as I never knew where he was
going to hit me next with the light touch of the feather.  He rubbed it
lightly around a nipple and my cock twitched and tried to fill even more.
It never went down with all the tickling, it only seemed to enjoy it more.

He stopped and I thought he was done, but he came back with a brush, like a
makeup brush and used it lightly everywhere on my body.  It was shear
torture how it tickled.  I think I quit crying because I couldn't cry
anymore.  But he continued on.  It seemed like he had been at it for an
hour, then he started in on my cock, tickling it, running fingers,
feathers, brushes lightly up and down it.

I thought I would cum from the torment, but he would always stop before it
got to that point.

He stopped for a bit, and I thought he was truly done.  But in a moment or
two, I had not been released and I heard a buzzing sound.  I tried to crane
my head to see, but I couldn't move it far enough.  I felt him tug my balls
tight and then on the stretched sack holding my nuts, he put something that
vibrated and abraded my nuts.  First it ticked then it began to hurt and he
just kept doing it.

Then he put it on the spot behind my nuts and I thought I would surely die
ad shoot at the same time.  He removed it and he raised it over my head so
I could see it.  It was an electric toothbrush!  He looked at me and smiled
and then I couldn't see him any more.  I felt it in an armpit and tried to
thrash around to get away from it.  It tickled so badly!  Then he moved to
a nipple, the left one and used it right on the tender nipple, then on the
inside of my left thigh, then a pit and the underside of my cock and I
never knew where he was going to be next!

I was in agony.  He stopped then for a bit and took hold of my cock and
stroked it ever so slowly and gently.  I tried to buck up into his hand to
get more contact and friction, but he wouldn't have it.  He would lightly
rub the crown of my cock and then take some of the precum that seem to
continually ooze from it and smooth it around underneath the head below the
piss slit and it was so sensitive.

I tried to fuck his hand again to no avail.  He was controlling everything.
Finally, after what seemed an hour, I knew I was close.  I could feel it
building in my balls and in my whole body. My whole body got taunt as he
pushed me towards that fabulous point when everything would literally
climax.

And Bobby stopped.  I begged into the gag until spit was running out of the
side of my mouth.  I tried arching my body into a hand that wasn't there.

Then I felt him on the soles of my feet with the toothbrush again. And the
whole process started again.  He teased every part of my body at random and
then got back to my cock and worked m ever so gently and softly until I
thought I would reach the spot and then he stopped again.

Now I was crying as I begged to get off.  I wanted it so bad.  I would have
promised him anything to have him take me to completion.

He took me to the edge five or six times, I lost count I was getting so
frantic with lust.  I didn't know where I was or what I was doing.  I was
trying to fuck the air so many times and my cock had oozed out so much
precum I thought I would be dry by the time it came to cum.

I know I had sweat gallons there on the bed and I struggled in vain to get
off.  The sheets were wet under me.  And every surface of my body ached
from being over stimulated.  It felt like my nerves were on fire.

Finally I got to the point where I didn't care.  I was going to be on the
merry go round all night.  Get so close and then back off.  My wrist and
ankles hurt from yanking on them.  I had cried more tonight than I think
ever in my life.

Bobby was back on my cock, with those soft gentle strokes and I didn't try
o fuck his hand I let him let it build in me.  I felt that rush again and
knew that I was not going to make it to the point of no return, but my body
still tensed and my toes curled and I felt my left leg begin to twitch and
shake and I felt it in my right bicep, it started twitching and wouldn't
stop and still Bobby kept up the slow touching and rubbing of my cock,
balls and the head of my dick.  I was moaning again into the gag and tears
were rolling down the side of my face.

I knew he would stop soon, I knew the spot so well now, but there was
nothing I could do. I was not in control.  I was at his mercy.  I had
surrendered myself to him, in my mind and my body.  I didn't beg this time,
because I knew it would do no good.  I just writhed involuntarily as my
body took over trying to gain that pinnacle of pleasure.

I felt my body rush head long for it and knew I would hit the brick wall in
a moment and crash.  But the speed this time was intense and my whole body
tightened.  I thought I might rip the restraints out of the bed as my arms
and legs tensed.  The rush kept coming.  I didn't want it to rush so, as I
knew it would end too soon.

But it rushed on and on and I couldn't help myself I bucked up into Bobby's
hand and strained to get more pleasure, more friction and more anything.
And still the rush came, it was building and building and OH SHIT OH FUCK

There it was! It was coming and "Fuck Me!" I cried it was racking my body
as I convulsed and convulsed and convulsed.  Cum was shooting everywhere.

I came and came and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me and over
me and out my cock.  It was like it would never stop.  Bobby's hand was
still gently moving up and around my spurting cock and then the head got so
sensitive, I tried to pull back from it, but it didn't move and I screamed
and cried into the gag.  The pain and the pleasure were too much!

It must have lasted several seconds, but it seemed like a half an hour or
more that I pumped and squirmed and writhed.

Finally there was no more and I felt my whole body collapse onto the bed.
I closed my eyes again.  I think they had rolled back into my head when I
came, but I had opened them and saw flashes of Bobby and his smile as I
stars and fireworks and everything when the end finally came.

Bobby had a cold washcloth and was wiping my face with it.  When my
breathing settled and my eyes could focus, he said, "Okay?"

I nodded but tears still streamed down my face.  I think these were tears
of relief and release.  Bobby reached back, undid the gag and removed it. I
worked my jaws.  They had gotten a work out around the ball as I tried to
scream.  I Probably couldn't talk, as I think I had screamed my voice away.

I thought Bobby would unlock my legs and hands then, but he didn't.  First
thing he did was wipe up some of my cum and feed it to me.  I could feel
him wiping on my stomach, my knees, my shoulder, everywhere.

Then I saw him move up and straddle my body.  I looked up and saw his rigid
cock in front of my face.  "You were so fucking hot, you got me so turned
on, and I need this.  Is it okay?"  He had asked my permission?

I cried again and nodded my head, not trusting my voice.  I opened my mouth
wide and he slid his cock right in.  He assumed a position that allowed him
to fuck my mouth and that is what he did.  There were no preliminaries, he
pushed in deep and I sucked.  And worked to take it all until his pubes
rested against my face and his balls were on my chin.  Then he just started
fucking and I tried to breathe as he fucked my face.

He was grunting and panting as he rammed his cock home time after time,
then I felt him tense.  It hadn't taken long, I felt his balls draw up as
well and then I felt the first blast deep in my throat.  Then he pulled
back some and I tasted it, then back deep.  He let out a loud moan and
rammed his cock deep for the last two spurts and then collapsed on top of
me.

I really panicked then.  I couldn't breathe.  I tried mumbling into his
cock and shaking my head, but he just moved his hips making his cock move
in my throat.  Then I was trying to pull my head back and shake it and do
anything to get a breath.  Then he rose up and removed his cock and I
inhaled and felt the air rush into my lungs.

I croaked, "You nearly killed me"

"But I didn't.  Remember, you trust me, right?"  He wiped some cum that had
escaped from the side of my mouth and fed it to me.

"So if you are tied up here all night, where am I supposed to sleep?" he
said, looking down into my face as he sat back on his legs, which were on
either side of my chest.

"Bobby, if you want to leave me tied up that is your privilege, but I would
rather you didn't.  My muscles are so sore as it is."

He reached down and made that ruffle the hair gesture on my head and
smiled.  "You did good.  So as a reward, I will allow you to be
unrestrained tonight.

He smiled and moved off of me.  I expected to feel him on the locks, but I
didn't and I couldn't see him in my limited view.  I didn't hear him
either.

I lay there and knew there was no use struggling.

I heard him pissing in the bottle then.  That made me have to go.  I
croaked, "When you are finished, I need to go."

"Your voice sounds terrible.  Hope it sounds better by Monday for school."
He didn't seem too concerned.  "But I understand that cum is really good
for sore throats," he chuckled when he said that.

He came over and held the bottle up to my limp cock and guided it into the
bottle.  The bottle was between my legs.  Soon I felt the relief of release
and knew he was holding my cock in position, which made it want to swell.
It did a bit, but I thought it would be a while before it was ready to go
again after that climax.

When I finished, he said, "When do you want to be released?"

"Now, please sir."

He reached over and unlocked my left leg and then the right.  Then he did
my right wrist and then the left.  I rubbed each wrist in turn.

Then I sat up and rubbed my ankles.  I tried to stand up, but every muscle
in my body seemed to have different ideas.

"Here, move over to the chair here and then you can sit and work on
updating your journal."  I groaned.

"Yes, it is important that you complete it tonight, as people are waiting
to read it and will want to read it after seeing the video of the last
several hours.  I had to break it up into smaller vids, it would have been
too big."

I wanted to react to that, but I didn't I just blushed and didn't say
anything, but "Yes, Sir."

Boy was I fucked Up!