Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2015 06:34:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dale Gutzman <dale10gut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby's Predicament Part Four

Robby looked really cute. He was totally naked of course, except for his
costume for the event. What was the event? A cocktail party at a swank New
York Penthouse, hosted by a friend of mine in the Arts. All of the guests
were gay men into exploring what I would call "the darker side of
sensuality." There were writers, visual artists, actors, theater and film
directors, dancers and musicians both rock and classical. Many of the older
gentle men had their current boy toys with them. The boy toys were mostly
hunky young men trying to sleep their way to the top. What does Shakespeare
say? "God grant us wisdom that have it, and those that are fools, let them
use their talents."  I fear I am paraphrasing here, so those of you are
into the Bard, check "Twelfth Night."  The party was black tie...except for
the gorgeously ripped bartender who was topless...and Robby.



Robby had not yet made his entrance. I was grooming him in an upstairs
bedroom. He was naked as I said, except for a bow tie and a black ribbon
tied around his fat dick.

He was shaking pretty badly. "Please, Sir. I can't go out there like
this. Please. Don't do this to me."  This had become a kind of mantra for
him. With each new indignity, each new humiliation I heaped upon him, he
pleaded over and over for me to be lenient. He knew inside that leniency
was not part of my game. Not part of OUR GAME. After all, he was a player
in the game. He was the submissive. He had allowed me to control him. He
pretended that he had not. He pretended that I somehow I had forced him
into our relationship, but in truth, the only force I had used was my
control of his sexual desire to be dominated. He may have been masquerading
as a young up and coming businessman, as a handsome married straight man,
as a clever young dude, but in reality he was a cocksucking ass fucked
submissive pig boy who would do anything I told him to.



Yes, there were times he balked...many times, and I had to use some
persuasive force like a cattle prod to the nuts or a ruler spanking on his
erect fucker, but the fact that his fuckmeat was erect almost all the time
he was with me (except of course when it was safely enclosed in his cock
cage) proved just how much he got off on the abuse. And as far as I was
concerned, the abuse was just starting. I had plenty of games still in mind
for my sweet, cute, hunky little fuckpig.



So here he was in this upstairs penthouse bedroom, naked as the day he was
born except for a bow tie and ribbon, digging his toes into the plush
carpeting, sweating, his lower lip trembling, his eyes filled with tears
and his chunky young man dick so swollen it looked ready to explode.



"What do you mean, don't make you do this? Of course I am going to make you
do this. THIS IS FUN, FUCKFACE!  You are going to serve snacks and treats
to the guest. You are going to move among them with a tray filled with
canapes and a smile on your face. You are going to let them touch you in
any way they please. The only thing you may not do is cum!

The guests may pump you, but you must warn them that you are not allowed to
shoot your load. I know this is not easy for you, as you will be the only
totally naked man in the entire room of almost fifty guests. Many of the
guests will think you are some kind of hired street hustler. Some may take
photos of you. But that shouldn't worry you too much. After all, the
internet is filled with photos of when you danced at the bar last week. You
are becoming quite famous. That is because you are so fucking cute. "

"I'm going to lose my job. Someone at the firm will see one of those
photos, and I will lose my job." His voice had a slight quaver to it that
was charming. I love it that when he was stressed and he gulped in air, his
pecs rose and fell, showing off his nice pouty tits. I had been working on
his nipples for a few weeks and they were now much larger and more
prominent than before. They were not like pencil erasers yet, but soon
would be.  I had also been working on the nipple tips with sandpaper, so
that it was almost intolerable for him to wear any kind of shit. Of course,
he had to wear a shirt at work all day, so he was pretty much in agony. I
felt that it would remind him of me...even at work.



"Oh God," he moaned, shifting from one bare foot to the other, causing his
nice fat beribboned dick and his full young scrotum to sway a bit.

"There is nothing to worry about, Robby, you look real cute! You ass is so
smooth and shaved so nicely. Your dick looks nice and full and heavy, and
your tits are perky. Remember to stick your tits out when you offer men
your snacks. Stick your tits out like you are some cheap whore! And
remember to stand with your legs apart slightly so your balls hang free.

And push those ass globes out in the rear. Be proud of your best
qualities. Okay?"  I smiled and patted my boy on the cheek.  He gave one
last sob, as I opened the door and the noise from the party downstairs
filled the bedroom.



THE NOISE QUICKLY ABATED AS ROBBY DESCENDED THE STAIRS. Heads turned, eyes
widened, mouths gaped, and some men even applauded. Robby was so shaken up,
his legs almost couldn't support him. He had to hang on to the bannister.
There were some real celebrities in the crowd...some major actors...and
that somehow made it even worse for Robby.

For some reason, when you are naked in public, so I hear, it is your bare
feet that make you feel the most vulnerable. More so than the dick and
balls and ass. I don't know why. The bare feet somehow humble you, so I
hear. All those shiny patent leather shoes and expensive Italian loafers,
and poor little Robby was barefoot. And bare assed. And bare dicked!



My friend the host sauntered over with a large silver tray of delicacies
and handed it to our bare assed boy.  Having to hold the tray, Robby could
not cover his fuckmeat. Not that he would dare do that anyway. He would not
dare embarrass me in front of my friends and my friends' friends.  The old
men salivated and the boy toys glared, as

Robby moved into the room of black tuxedos and evening dress. They actually
made way for him. Some stepped back to get an over all picture, while
others leaned down to focus on the boy's fucker and nuts.  A few discerning
men looked at his cute face. His eyes were filled with terror. He smiled a
totally artificial smile, showing off his even white teeth between his
cocksucker lips.  I wondered what his lovely wife would think if she could
see him now.  Poor dear, she knew something was up. He had been totally
distant from her for weeks now. For her own sake, it was time I had a chat
with her about her husband the cocksucker and assfuck pig. It wasn't fare
of him to keep her in the dark about his new life.  I had kept him in a
dickcage so he could not fuck her. I was actually contemplating offering to
fuck her myself, so she had some pleasure. I would allow Robby to watch of
course. I has set up a meeting with her for the week after the party at
which Robby was serving canapes.



"I'm a bit concerned about his ball sack," my friend Jack said, reaching
down and tugging on Robby's scrotum. Robby twitched and jerked.



"Hold the fuck still when a man handles you, Robby!" I barked at him. Robby
froze, but looked terribly uncomfortable.  Jack put his hand under the nuts
and hefted them.



"His nuts don't seem like they swing very much." Jack said.

"Robby, spread your legs wider and swing your nuts for my friend." A group
of five or six men, all in tuxedos gathered around my naked fuck toy. Robby
looked at me pleadingly.

I gave him a stern look and he crumbled. He spread his legs and moving his
hips he swung his ball sack back and forth. His dick of course flopped
around as well.



"You see what I mean...there's not much swing to the sack. The nuts don't
hang low enough."  Jack tapped the scrotum with his hand, and Robby winced.



"I know what you mean, Jack. We are working on that. Robby hangs weights
from his nuts every day. Wait until next month, you'll see. His fucksack
will hang half way down to his knees. I promise you."

"He's got a nice fucker on him. You aren't still letting him fuck his wife
with it, are you?"



"I'm thinking about letting him fuck her once a month, if he is a real good
boy for me."



Jack shook his head and laughed.  "That's the trouble with you. You are
always too kind to your boys. You let them get away with murder. A piece of
shit like this should be milked once every two months and never allowed to
fuck cunt."



"Let's see his asshole..." someone I didn't know said.

"You heard the gentleman, Robby. Put down your tray and reach back and
spread your ass cheeks!"



"I can't. I can't do this..." Robby sobbed. That brought chuckles from some
of the guests. But not from me!



"You fucking cocksucking Cunt. Don't you dare embarrass me in front of my
friends. When I tell you to spread, you spread! Now, show your fuckhole!"

Robby's hands were trembling so badly, he lost the grip of his smooth
muscular ass cheeks twice, but finally he was able to spread properly and
reveal his puckered pink asshole.

Of course all the hair had been shaved and plucked from around the
pussy. The ass lips were a bit red and swollen from the recent fuckings I
had given him.  And also from the objects I made him fuck into his rectum
for my pleasure.  Tears rolled down his handsome face, as he bent over,
holding his ass open for all to see.

And so it went for an hour or so.  Robby moved through the room and was
fondled and stroked and pumped and pinched.  Meanwhile, I caught the eye of
a nineteen year old would-be actor with flashing eyes and a hot body and a
very fuckable face and ass.  He was the boy toy of a producer who happened
to be a friend of mine and who was also very liberal. He gave me permission
to fuck Trey. What a fucking fake name...Trey.  I led Tray into one of the
spare bedrooms. I was not by any means the only one intending to fuck at
the party. Some of the celebrities were stripped bare assed and fucking the
young actor meat right there in the living room. But I had special plans in
mind...not so much for Trey, but more for Robby!

I told Trey to strip naked. He looked at me with dreamy, druggy eyes and
smiled. I slapped him and told him he had ten seconds to get his fucking
clothes off. That got him moving.

I went back into the party and pried poor humiliated Robby away from the
three men who were groping and fondling him. I led a relieved Robby into
the bedroom.  Trey stood there all buff and bronze with a dripping hard
on. He was used to getting sucked off by older men.



"I'm going to fuck your ass!" I told Trey. He did a double take.



"I don't really get into that. I mean, it's not my thing. You can suck me
if you want..."

I slapped him again, twice this time. He didn't know what to do.  "Hey,
dude...stop that. That's not right." He held up a hand.



"If you want a career in this town, bend over that arm chair and spread
your ass for me."  That was as blunt as I could put it. Robby just stood
there dumbfounded.



Slowly Trey turned and presented his remarkable ass to me. He bent over the
back of the chair and reached back and spread his ass cheeks.



"You gonna use a rubber?" he asked.



"Of course not! "

"Some lube?"  he sounded scared, really scared.



"Of course.  Robby, suck his ass to lube him up!"  Robby was speechless. He
shook his head from side to side, his eyes wide with fear and horror.



"Robby, suck his ass to lube him up. I will not tell you again. And get
your tongue as deep up his asshole as you can."



Robby knelt behind the dirty blond actor. Trey's balls hung low and swung,
like Robby's soon would. Robby brought his face close to the asshole and
then pulled back. He looked up at me once more, his eyes begging for a
reprieve.  I gently too the back of his head and forced his face into the
young actor's ass.  Robby made a slight gagging noise, so I slapped the
back of his head for being impolite. Robby began reluctantly to lick at the
corrugated ass lips of the teen.  I went around and kissed Trey on the
lips. He had a good mouth and a sweet taste.



"Deeper. Robby. My dick is going up there, so lube him up nice and
deep. Get your tongue into his rectum!" I heard Robby's heavy breathing as
the tongued and sucked the nineteen year old asshole. Soon the boy was
dripping saliva from his bum. I stripped naked and gave a few pumps to my
already hard and leaking dick. Robby's eyes went right to my cock. He was
such a fucking dick hound. "Okay, Robbo, lube my dick up!"  I fucked my
leaking prick into Robby's mouth. He now sucked my cock two or three times
a day, so his mouth was a second home.  Me didn't just suck, he hungrily
made love to my fuckmeat. He wanted it and needed it. And he was willing to
degrade himself to get it.  When my fucker was wet enough, I pulled it from
Robby's mouth and shoved it roughly up the kid's asshole. Trey howled so
loudly, I'm sure others at the party heard.



"Please, man, I'm not used to this. I don't get fucked!"  What a fucking
stupid thing to say. "I don't get fucked!'  Then what the fuck was six
inches of my dick doing up his rectum?

And I still had more than a couple of inches to go. I insist on fucking
balls deep...no matter what age the hole is. I grabbed his slender tan hips
and pushed more fucker into him. He grunted and threw himself over the
chair. His hands grabbed at air. I fucked him that way for about fifteen
strokes...then I pulled out. My cockhead made a plopping sound as it pulled
free from his shithole. This boy was no virgin, but he hadn't been fucked
that often, I could tell.  But now, the reason I had set up this game. You
see...this entire event wasn't for Trey...and it wasn't even for me. It was
for Robby!



I turned and faced Robby, my rampant prick covered with spit and cock slop
and fresh ass juice. Streaks of brown slime covered the prick stalk.



"Okay, Robby...clean off my dick!"  The stupid fucker nearly collapsed. He
couldn't believe what I had just said. His face was so cute as he tried to
work it out. In his mind, no human being would ask another person to do
such a filthy, perverted, disgusting thing.



"Robby you have five seconds to get my dick into your mouth, or you will be
sorry!"  I didn't wait. I grabbed Robby by the ears and slammed my filth
covered fucker into his mouth.

Now the young man did choke and chortle.  He gagged as I fucked his face,
and snot and backup ran from his nose. His eyes bulged as I skull fucked
him.

"Here, let's make this easier." I dragged Robby over so his face was next
to Trey's ass. Then I fucked my dick hard into the young actor's ass
again. It made a kind of "squish!"

Trey groaned.  I fucked the ass for twenty strokes, then pulled out and
slammed my fuckmeat into Robby's mouth again, transferring more ass slime
into the boy's facehole.

Robby was almost delirious. His mouth hung open like a manhole minus the
cover. I fucked from mouth to ass and back to mouth again, over and over
for the next fifteen minutes.

Finally, I shot a huge load up Trey's ass. He cried, as I did, that it
wasn't safe...Ha!  After Trey's nice tight rectum had milked out all of my
baby batter, I pulled the dick from the stretched nineteen year old asshole
and turned to Robby to have him clean me off. I mean, it's a boy 's job to
see that his Man's fuckmeat is spotless.

Robby made a horrible face, but licked the ass juice and cum off my wilting
dick. He got to lick up a few dribbles that leaked from the gaping
pisshole.



"And now, Robby, a special treat. You get to suck my cum out of Trey's
asshole!  Just think how lucky you are. Someday, when Trey is a famous
actor, you will be able to say, 'I sucked cum out of his just fucked
asshole!"  I made Robby lie on his back and had Trey squat over his
face. Then I instructed Trey to squeeze like he was taking a shit, and I
told Robby at the same time to suck on the boy's sore just fucked asshole.
My God, Robby looked swell that way. So swell, I just had to get some
photos. Trey understandably didn't want his face showing in any photos, as
he was someday to be famous. Big fucking deal! It was quite obvious that
Trey was only good for one thing in life...and only moderately good at
that.

Robby on the other hand was proving to be a first class submissive. I truly
believed now that I could take him down to any level I wanted. There was no
limit to the disgusting things I could do to him and with him.