Date: Wed, 3 Jun 2015 16:21:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dale Gutzman <dale10gut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby's predicament Part Twenty

Robby and Pete were all dressed up. Well,I'm not sure "dressed up" is the
correct turn of phrase for what they were wearing. This was their very
first Gay Pride Parade ever. They had never seen, supported or been a part
of a Gay Pride celebration in any way. Their "straight" conservative lives
had forbidden that they take any interest in Gay lifestyle or
celebrations. I was dressed in a brand new pair of very soft tight fitting
leather pants, in which, if I do say so myself, both my ass and my junk
looked pretty damn hot. I wore low black combat boots, a tight black tee
shirt, and some expensive silver jewelry. Robby and Pete wore a black
leather cuff around their ball sacks, flip flops, and THAT'S ALL! Long
chains connected the ball sack cuffs to my wide black, silver studded
leather belt. The scrotum cuffs were wide and tight, forcing their nuts
down into the bottom of their scrotums, and if they lagged behind me too
much, a tug to their trapped fuckers gave them a painful reminder to Keep
Up! Except for the handcuffs, securing their wrists behind their backs,
they wore nothing else. The handcuffs were not only to prevent them playing
with themselves during the parade, but also so that they couldn't cover
themselves from the gaze of others. It is impolite for pigboys to cover
their privates when in the presence of Real Men.

Of course, Robby and Pete made a fuss.  They protested with teary eyes that
they could not parade through the center of our city totally naked. People
would see them! People would know them!  Poor little fuck toys were still
trying so hard to preserve some shred of decency. I had to knock that out
of them. I had to teach them that they were fuckpigs and nothing else! they
were not allowed decency. They were not allowed dignity or pride or
self-esteem. They were nothing but fucktoys like dildos or lube or clamps
or condoms. They were utensils for Real Men to play with and dump their cum
into.  Their bodies, asses, dicks and balls were meant to be looked at and
played with.  And Robby and Pete both had very nice bodies. I kept them
working out at the gym on a regular basis, usually three or four times a
week, when they were not sucking dick or getting ass fucked.

At the gym, they were made to wear tiny thongs or dick pouches that hid
nothing but allowed them to work out on the gym floor with the equipment
and other men and sometimes women watching. Their humiliation which almost
drove them mad was a constant delight for me. I took them to a huge variety
of gyms, so that many men and women would have the chance to gawk and laugh
at them. Sometimes, they ran into people they knew, and they had to act
nonchalant and pretend they were dressed in tiny mesh thongs by choice. Of
course they lost lots of friends that way. When Pete ran into fellow
workers, he had no idea what to say. His reputation as a "freak" had spread
beyond his office into the entire office building in which he worked.
bobby, who now had a sensible job for a faggot slave, cleaning toilets in
gay bars with his tongue, no longer had to worry about self-esteem or
dignity. So you see, in some ways, life was becoming easier or simpler for
him.

Did I mention that the ball cuffs accented the big fat dicks on both of my
boytoys?  I had given each of them two viagra before the parade and pumped
them up to a really nice juicy hard on.

Their dicks wouldn't go entirely soft even though they were scared out of
their minds. Nice big fat juicy boy dicks on parade! And after all, there
were other naked males in the parade. Some Gay dudes are so proud of their
fuckmeat and their bodies that they love to flaunt them at Gay Pride. More
Power To Them.

As they walked behind me, Pete and Robby tried to turn their bodies in
toward each other to shield themselves from the cheers and jeers of those
watching. I instructed them to walk proudly and to turn out toward the
watching crowd every ten or fifteen steps so their fuck meat was clearly on
display. Pete was so fucking humiliated that several times, he crumpled to
the pavement in shame. He actually got sick to his stomach from having to
display himself...or perhaps it was the load of cum I had deposited in his
stomach that morning. Because I didn't want my boys bloated for the parade,
I had given them three enemas each, and they had had nothing to eat except
six used rubbers to suck on. I figured they would be swallowing lots of
piss and cum at the Gay Pride Celebration, so I didn't want their tummies
full.

A big bearded bear walked next to me. He must have been about sixty. He
wore a leather vest and chaps over a pair of jeans. He had a ring through
his nose, and his arms were covered in tats.  "Nice pups you got there."
He nodded his head toward my shame filled boys.

"Thanks! They're still in early stages of training, but so far, they are
coming along quite well."

"Do you mind if I check them out?" The bearded Bear asked.

"Be my guest."

He dropped behind me as we marched along to the cheering thongs of
observers. He reached out and felt Pete's pec muscles. He tugged on and
twisted my boy's nipples, which were already quite puffy and pouty from
daily nipple stretching work. Pete grew red from head to toe with
humiliation. He tried to turn his handsome head away, but a sharp command
from me, made him look back at the bear.

"You are a pretty cunt, aren't you? All tall and full of muscles. Such nice
big titties! Such perky nipples. Let me get a feel of your cunt."  He slid
one hand down Pete's back and cupped one of his ass globes. Then he slid a
finger into Pete's ass crack and probed his asshole."

Pete began to tremble. His legs grew weak. "Please, not here in
public...please!" he shouted to me. The watching crowd loved it.

"Relax your pussy, so he can get in!"  I ordered. The bearded Bear inserted
first one then two thick fingers into Pete's asshole. Next to him, Robby
was crying pretty hard, just from the shame of the situation. Robby always
was a crybaby.

"Oh, God...Oh...God...No..."  Pete stammered as the Bear worked two thick
fingers in and out of his ass. There were literally hundreds of people
watching the asshole invasion. Tears now dripped from Pete's chin and fell
onto his chest.

"Oh this boy has a nice tight pussy!"  The Bear said to me. Then he lifted
his head and shouted to the watching crowd. "SHE HAS A NICE TIGHT PUSSY!"
A thunderous cheer drowned out Pete and Robby's sobs.  The bearded Bear
withdrew his fingers from Pete's ass. Pete looked terribly relieved. Then
the Bear moved over to Robby.

"Hey, little boy...your girlfriend got her ass juice all over my
fingers. What say you suck them clean for me?" He grabbed Robby's right
nipple, which was if possible, even more rubbery than Pete's because I had
been working on Robby's tits longer.  The Bear pulled the nipple out from
the pec. Robby started to squeal. He hopped from foot to foot and lost one
of his flip flops. When he opened his mouth in pain, the Bear shoved his
two dirty fingers into Robby's mouth. The crowd went wild. He had dropped
behind our place in the parade for this little show, and now those marching
behind us also stopped to watch the fun. The Bear reached down and gripped
Robby's fat dick and began to pump it. Robby was getting his dick
masturbated in public, in front of hundreds and hundreds of parade
watchers. At least thirty people snapped photos of Robby's predicament.

Now the Bear turned and began to march again, but not before he took Pete's
fuckmeat in his other hand. As he paraded, the Bear pumped the dicks of
both of my boys. Robby and Pete stumbled along behind him, Robby with only
one flip flop...looking pretty fucking ridiculous. I was feeling really
proud of the way the crowd cheered for my pets.

"Don't make them cum! " I advised the Bear, who nodded at once.  Two other
leather men had moved up behind Robby and Pete.

"Can we have a feel?" They shouted to me, and I told them to have a good
time. They began to rub and squeeze Robby and Pete's ass cheeks.  My boys
do have prize winning asses.

That was one of the things that first attracted me to them. Pete's is
meatier and more muscular, but Robby's is small and round and perfect for
ass fucking.  I stopped marching and turned around to face my two boys.

"You boys do realize that you are going to get lots and lots of dick up
your asses today...don't you?

Robby blinked through his tears and tried to answer, but no words came out,
so he nodded "yes."  Pete was able to manage a "Yes. Sir!"

"There are going to be thousands of Gay Men at the Festival. Thousands of
horny Gay Men. You do realize that you are going to suck more dick today
than you ever have. You are going to show the Gay Community what excellent
Cocksuckers you are!"

"Yes, Sir!"  Both boys answered with stammers of fear in their voices.

"At the Festival Site, I am going to set you boys up in a pen of
sorts...kind of like a pig pen. Any man at the festival who wants to fuck
your asses or have you suck his dick...gets to have you.  The pen is next
to the Port-o-potties, so when the piss lines get too long, some of the
dudes can just step over and piss down your throats! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Robby was shaking so badly his mouth wouldn't work. Pete, hung his head in
shame.

"And, there are going to be plenty of other pigs there. Plenty of other
slaveboys sucking dick and taking it up the ass. BUT I WANT YOU TO SHOW
EVERYONE THAT YOU ARE THE BEST FUCKING COCK PIGS AT THE FESTIVAL!  YOU WILL
TAKE MORE DICK THAN ANY OTHER BOYS....YOU WILL GET ASS FUCKED BY MORE COCK
THAN ANY OTHER BOYTOY!

YOU WILL SWALLOW MORE CUM THAN ANY OTHER BOY! YOU WILL BE THE VERY BEST AT
DEGRADING AND HUMILIATING YOURSELVES. YOU WILL BEG PASSING MEN FOR THEIR
DICKS! YOU WILL BREAK EVERY FUCKING COCKSUCKING RECORD OF GAY FESTIVALS!"

The tears continued. Both boys were now blubbering messes...which the
watching parade crowd loved

"Oh, and Robby, your little brother B.D. is coming by to film the whole
thing. I only wish he was here to film the parade...but don't worry,
hundreds and hundreds of other people are filming you right now!"