Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2015 17:32:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dale Gutzman <dale10gut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby's Predicament Part Eighteen

Pete was upset again. Here was this masculine, muscular, good looking young
dude, and lately more often than not, he was reduced to tears by the
slightest thing. So say his nerves were shattered would be putting it
mildly. He simply couldn't handle the fun little degradations that I heaped
upon him daily. Today was no exception.  He was dressing for work. Pete
was, as you know an up and coming young businessman who worked for a
company with no little prestige. And the boy had just learned that he was
to be promoted! Hooray for Pete! He was to have a meeting with one of his
big bosses that very morning. Pete looked very handsome in his expensive
suit and power tie. To tell the truth, his dick did bulge out a bit too
much in the crotch of the suit trousers. That was because I forbade him to
wear any underwear. He had to go commando underneath the perfectly cut suit
pants. If you looked carefully you could easily discern the thick tube of
his chunky fuckmeat and the hang of his low slung nuts.

I had been working on his nutsack for the last few weeks, and even though
it had always had a nice heft and hang to it, the nuggets now swung heavily
in the bottom of a stretched flesh sack. Daily scrotal stretching had begun
to show beautiful results. Soon, his fucksack would hang halfway down to
his knees. Pete pretended to be mortified by his new scrotum, but I know
that he was secretly proud of it. I made him parade around the locker room
at the gym with his ball sack swinging for all to see. The men at the gym
were now all pretty much convinced that he was a sick perverted faggot. I
made him take a shit at the gym with the stall door wide open. I had
ordered him to grunt hard each time he dropped a turd. It embarrassed the
hell out of him, but was great fun for me. I made him piss standing far
back from the urinal and not touching his fat dick, so other guys could
easily see his pissing fucker. So understandably, he developed the
reputation of being a pervert. As time went on, I devised other little
humiliations for him to perform in front of the men at the gym. I had him
walk naked to the sink to shave his balls while he also sucked on the pouch
of his dirty jock strap. I continued to make him ask for help in shaving
his asshole. Some of the dudes at the gym got a kick out of humoring the
"fucking pansy!"  Pete grew more and more sullen and guarded. He seemed to
be terrified of even seeing me, for fear of what kind of new game we would
play.

I now had both Pete and Robby sucking off a gang of high school boys at my
house almost every afternoon. Once word got out about the "cocksuckers,"
the number of teenage boys who wanted to unload their nuts increased to an
almost uncontrollable size. Robby's brother brought over the whole football
team, but then, each of them contacted three or four friends, and soon my
house was teeming with horny teen boys. I needed to provide them with
something to drink while they were waiting for their dicks to be sucked, so
I took a larger chunk of Pete' weekly salary to purchase soda, beer and
some hard liquor to keep the boys stimulated. I had started to make Pete
turn his paycheck over to me. Was trouble brewing between Pete and his
wife? You bet. Just like in Robby's case, the marriage was going quickly
down the drain, as Pete fell prisoner to his submissive nature. Part of me
always felt sorry for the women in the lives of these naturally submissive
cocksuckers. Sure, I had helped them to release what had been trapped
inside of them for years, but it wasn't really fair to the women who loved
them.

The poor girls had married closet faggots without knowing it.

Robby and Pete, both totally naked of course and often wearing cock cages
on their meat and dildos up their asses, would crawl from teenage boy to
teenage boy begging to be allowed to suck that handsome dripping teen
fuckmeat! The boys got off on this, as did I, and truth be told, so did
Robby and Pete. Some of these boys had never had a blow job before, while
others had had the half-hearted kind that teenage cunts give their
boyfriends. So they were amazed at the talents of Robby and Pete. I say in
all modesty, that I am an excellent teacher in this respect. I can teach a
faggot how to give a first class suck job! Robby and Pete also pleased the
boys by licking their balls and asses. What teenage boy...what male for
that matter, doesn't totally go to heaven when getting his ass sucked?
Robby and Pete had also become first class ass lickers and suckers. they
knew how to suck the ass lips of a Man, while at the same time thrusting
their tongues deep into the dude's rectum. It's an ART believe me. And what
a thrill. To think of two handsome young faggots actually sucking on the
asses of scads of teenage boys, one after the other!  Spreading the smooth
young ass cheeks of the teens, and then sliding their tongues up and down
the sweaty ass cracks. Remember, I urged these boys to not shower after
football practice, but to allow the faggots to clean the rank sports sweat
from their assholes, balls, pits, and dicks.  And of course, many teenage
boys are not too clean down there to begin with. They can't grasp the
concept of totally cleaning out the inside of their assholes, so why not
let two cute faggots do a thorough job for them?

Robby and Pete protested like hell at first of course, and I decided to
bring them around by allowing the youths to use them as punching bags. That
was a hoot to watch, and you should have seen how the teenagers got into
the whole thing. It was now not unusual to see twenty or twenty-five horny
teenage boys lolling around my home, which was a visual delight for me of
course, waiting their turn while two exuberant teens actually sat down on
the faces of Robby and Pete to have their dirty little asses sucked and
licked clean.

Robby's little brother really got off on seeing his bro worked over by the
other boys. He never got tired of watching the abuse. In fact, it was
B.D. who first suggested that maybe some of the teens wanted to take a piss
on Robby and Pete. So, we sometimes moved the party into the bathroom or
down into the basement. I mean twenty teen boys each having to piss can
fill up a bathtub in no time. I'd then have Robby and Pete romp in it
together, ordering them to take mouthfuls of piss and then kiss and pass
the piss back and forth. I captured it all on camera of course. After a few
weeks, however, I did grow tired to having my home filled with cock
dripping teen boy jocks all the time, so I scaled down the parties to once
or twice a week. That also left time for me to pursue other activities with
Robby and Pete. You see, when your game is sexual humiliation, after you
have broken a boy by making him accept a certain filthy act, then you need
to move on to degrade him in a new way.

So, today was the day Pete was to meet with his big boss and then several
other members high up in the company to chat about promotion. Pete looked
very handsome. Yes, I was making him wear hand made white shirts that not
only showed off his muscular development, but also the brown of his nipples
through the material, and yes, the trousers hugged his ass so snugly that
they seemed to ride up a bit into the crack, but on the whole, he looked
like a European fashion model. He really wanted this promotion. He had
recently been talking to me about how if he got the promotion, he could
give his wife a really nice settlement if they had to get divorced. Oh yes,
he was coming to the realization that his recent marriage may have been a
mistake, because he was truly destined to be the fucktoy of a real Man. I
am certain there any number of closet faggots out there who understand what
I am writing about. they may be straight or gay, but even though they are
in a loving relationship, they secretly yearn to be sexually abused by a
real Master...a Master who will drag them through filth and
self-degradation. They will crave this most of their lives. Alas, few will
have the chance or the courage to make their dreams come true.

"So what do you think, Pete? Which photo of you sucking teenage dick shall
I send to your boss and your co-workers?"  That stopped him in his
tracks. When he was freaked out, Pete got this sweet, dumb, country boy
look on his face. It was as if he were trying to process what he just
heard.

"You're not going to send....oh God...no....you wouldn't do that? Not that?
You wouldn't."

I laughed. "I wouldn't? Look what happened to Robby. He was the smashing
young executive at his company until I interfered.  Now he lick toilets
clean at a couple of the gay bars around town. That's his new job. I'm
thinking of a new profession for you. How about washing the dirty stinking
jock straps of athletes by sucking them clean? it doesn't pay much, but you
don't need much any more, right?"

Dressed in his expensive new suit, he fell to his knees in front of
me. "Please! I want to have enough money for Angie. I want to take care of
my wife if I have to leave her. I want..." his voice trailed off. He knew
by now that is was useless to beg me. I would do exactly as I pleased. His
beautiful eyes filled with tears. That was how I most loved to see them.

"I...I really love my job. I..."  He shook his handsome head and wrung his
hands.

"All right, Pete, I'll make a deal with you. I won't send these pics out
and ruin your chances of advancement. I won't do that, if you do something
in exchange for me."

He licked his lips. God he looked so hot, I wanted to fuck his ass right
there on the carpet. I wanted his young hole up and open for me twenty-four
hours a day. Pete was by now and expert dick sucker as I said, but he was
still pretty much a novice at getting ass fucked. We sill had a lot of work
to do on his hole!

"What do you want me to do, Sir?" I loved it when he so so humble and
respectful.

"You have until Friday evening to seduce, suck and get fucked in the ass by
one of your co-workers.!"  I watched his eyes grow wide. A single tear
rolled down his cheek. "I want you to pick one of the men you work with,
one of your buddies or workmates. You can choose. But by Friday night, you
get him to fuck your ass, and you suck his dick. And I want it done at a
hotel in which I will have cameras to record the whole thing. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND?"

THINK FOR A MOMENT, YOU READING THIS ACCOUNT, WHAT IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE
OF YOUR CO-WORKERS TO SEDUCE IN A WEEK. WHO WOULD IT BE? WHOSE DICK WOULD
YOU SUCK. WHO WOULD YOU ALLOW TO RAM HIS DICK UP YOUR ASS?  Pete had his
work cut out for him.