Date: Thu, 14 May 2015 18:21:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dale Gutzman <dale10gut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Questioning Travis Part Two

   Travis had trouble getting the big rubber dildo up his ass. It was his
own fault really. I had warned him repeatedly to work on his asshole with
his fingers. True, he was getting five to ten dicks up his asshole every
day from me and my buddies, but still...a dildo of this proportion needs
extra work and extra preparation.  He was squatting over it at the present
moment. I like to give my boys some leeway in their work, so I hadn't
prescribed a particular position for the rubber dick insertion. I had
simply said that he had to get it all the way up his fuckhole!

That's the problem with so many straight boys today...they don't have the
necessary experience working on their young assholes, so when they meet a
gay man who makes them his fucktoy, they have a very painful time getting
their boycunts into decent shape. For me, decent shape meant that the boy
could take anything and everything I told him to shove up his hole!

Travis, who had designs on being a professional actor, and who had already
made some great strides in that direction when I met him, was very
protective of his body. He abhorred having to shove painfully large objects
up his asshole. To be fair to the young man, his body was beautiful. Ripped
you might say. He had the perfect body for hunky movie star. And his
dick...well his dick was to die for. Huge, even when soft. Countless young
girls had had their cunts opened and stretched by that massive hunk of
fuckmeat. Like most straight men, Travis didn't think much about the
discomfort of the girls he fucked. He didn't listen when they begged him to
stop or go slowly, or when they protested that his fuckmeat was too
big. So, I thought it would be only fair of me to put Travis on the
receiving end of some dick, to give him a taste of what he had been dishing
out.

As I say, he was currently squatting. The eleven inch rubber fucker had
squeezed itself about halfway up his young man hole. so, it wasn't that
young Travis was doing badly...no, not at all.

It was simply that he wasn't working hard enough to please me. I set high
standards for Travis, usually just a bit higher than he could attain. Then
I pushed and punished him until, with lots of groaning and crying and
begging, he reached those standards. Travis had no idea of his potential.
For example, he had thought just a few days ago that he could never take
the big black ten inch dildo all the way up his boycunt. And now
today...here he was working with an even thicker, eleven inch long one. You
see what persistence can accomplish?

"Please, Sir, my...my asshole will never be the same again..." he grunted,
pushing another half inch up his stretched cunt.

"No indeed, Travis. It most likely will not. If your wife ever fingers your
hole during sex...she will see that the tight little male pucker has turned
into a gaping cunt like opening. You will probably have to provide some
explanation. Keep pushing Travis...we want to see it all the way up there,
don't we?  I need to get some really good pictures to send out to all your
internet friends!"

The young actor froze mid dildo squat and looked up at me with beautiful
pleading eyes from which tears dripped. "About the internet, Sir. If you
send out pictures of me, my future career could be ruined. I could be
recognized and my chances of....."

"Now, now, now, Travis. There is another way to look at it. Lots of film
and theater directors are gay as goose shit! They might help you along with
your career after seeing how talented you have become in the sex
department. A good cocksucker can go quite far in show business!  And a
cunt boy...no telling how his acting career can soar, as long as he
continues to put out on the side. Push Travis...I am getting bored and you
still have six inches to go!"

"But if someone who knows me and my wife should see it....if she finds
out. I love my wife and my baby...I don't want to lose them!" He was crying
fairly hard now, as he bounced on the rubber dick to get more of it up
inside his asshole. His muscles strained in the most exotic, enticing way.

"Come, come, Travis. You are worrying for nothing. Who would go to your
wife and tell her they saw her handsome husband performing filthy perverted
sexual acts on the internet? That would reveal their own secrets. BOUNCE
FUCKFACE...I WANT TO SEE THAT DILDO UP YOUR CUNT!" Sometimes, I had to get
a bit harsh with my boy.  I loved to watch his muscular pecs rise and fall
as he worked at some new task for me. His nib nipples pouted and
twitches. They were quite large from the recent nipple work we had done on
them with suction cups and clothes pegs and clips and so on. Oh my, he had
complained about that. He had said that he had to take his shirt off for
movies and tv and stage, and that if his nipples were too big and
grotesque, he could never do that.

I had gently pointed out to him that "too big and grotesque" was a relative
term. What might appear "freakishly stretched" to one man would perhaps be
"just right and quite sexy" to another. After all, look how men loved to
chew on and suck and stretch girl's titties and nipples! I felt it was time
faggot boys got in touch with their "boy tits!"  Right now, Travis' titties
did seem sore and elongated...like pencil erasers, but I was certain that
they would settle down to a "more" normal size in a few days. Then of
course, I would have to work on them again.

Travis grunted and actually toppled over as the last of the thick black
dildo entered his anal opening. Then he broke down in hard, ragged sobs.

"There, you see, Travis...I told you you could do it. You don't have enough
self-confidence! That's why I'm here to help you. Imagine, eleven thick
inches of dildo up your boycunt!

I am so fucking proud of you. And now tomorrow, we can try for twelve." He
let out a wracked sob! "You see, I want you to be able to take thirteen
inches up your cunt in time for the party next week. I want my buddies to
see how very talented you have become."

He lay on the floor, looking absolutely magnificent, and twisted his
handsome head up toward me. "Oh,God, no, Please...don't make me do this in
front of anybody else!"

"Now that is a poor attitude, Travis. You should be proud of your
accomplishments, and as my boy, you should want to make me happy by proudly
showing off your skills for my friends."

I had a bit of trouble understanding his words through the sobs and
gasps. "It's so humiliating. Please don't make me in front of others!"

"Nonsense, Travis! If you can take dick in front of others...you can take
dildo in front of others. Think of it as a kind of performance. You are an
actor! Well, this is a special kind of show!

Travis will show us his nice stretched nipples. He will show us his big fat
dick. He will show us his muscular ass, and then he will ram a thirteen
inch dildo up his shithole for us!  Oh, you won't be alone. Other guys will
bring their boys to the party to perform. But I want you to be the most
impressive. I want you to be the STAR! Isn't that what you want,
Travis...to be a star?

He lay there on the floor twitching, the fat black rubber cock sticking out
of his wonderful ass. "Not like this. Not a star like this!"

"Well, Travis, we don't always get to choose the road we travel...not after
we take those first few steps. Your first few steps were fucking the young
actresses you worked with behind your sweet wife's back. You cheated on
your wife and child to satisfy your big fat leaking dick! And now you pay
the price. Just for a while. Just until your debt to society is paid."

"I'll be ruined. I'll be fucking ruined by the time you finish with me!" He
shook the sweat from his beautiful eyes. His muscular toes curled, as his
body twisted into a fetal position. bout two inches of dick slowly squeezed
its way out of his stretched asshole.

"Travis you are losing your dildo with all of your shenanigans. That rubber
dick back up your ass, or I swear I will keep it in there with gaffers
tape!" He grunted, reached back and pushed the rubber cock deeper into his
bowels. "You will only be partially ruined when I send you back to your
wife and child. It won't hurt your relationship with her, unless you let it
get to you mentally and emotionally. Are you, Travis? Are you letting it
get to you mentally and emotionally? Will it bother you still more when I
tell you I have been in touch with some of your former high school and
college jock teammates? I've sent them some photos of you!"

His mouth hung slack and spittle ran from it. He forced himself up onto his
knees, and incredulous look in his eyes. Kneeling there naked, the rubber
cock deep in his guts, he tried to form the words he wanted to
say. "You...you...naked pictures of me? You sent them naked pictures of
me?"

"I suggested that it was time you spent some time catching up with each
other..perhaps hanging out. I asked them what they were doing and offered
some photos of your recent work.That one of you sucking that big black
dick, while the other dude shoots his spunk all over your head is really
cool."

You should have seen the size of the tear that rolled down his cheek!
Awesome! "Oh, no...oh, no...you didn't!"

"Well, Travis, in our recent question and answer period you told me some of
those former high school friends had really nice big dicks. I thought you
might want to suck on them!"

He buried his face in his big hands and cried. Then he looked up at me, so
weak and feeble, I felt a tug in my heartstrings. "They're
straight. They'll think I'm a faggot!"

"Well, Travis, you might be surprised to learn that some of them are not
straight. They have become gay...and they might indeed be interested in
having you suck their dicks. It's a great feeling to have a former school
mate jock on his knees in front of you licking and sucking on your swollen
leaking dick!"

"I can't...I won't!"  He bent over, kneeling down...ass up, black end of
the rubber dick sticking out of his ass.

'Oh yes, you can...and you will. You fucking know you will. Don't worry,
I'll do all the work for you. I'll set it up for you."

He lifted his head. God, he was handsome. "How many? How many guys did you
send my photos to?"

"Not many yet. Twenty or thirty. I had trouble finding some of your former
schoolmates. Oh, they loved the shot of you smiling with my dick up your
ass. I told you that would be a winner.Isn't the internet wonderful? You
can reach out and connect with so many friends and former friends.I sent
your coaches some photos to...I thought they should know what you were up
to. Now come on, Travis, buck up. Stop acting like a little baby. It's time
to begin working that big black rubber cock in and out of your ass!"