Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2015 16:46:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dale Gutzman <dale10gut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby's Predicament Part Five

   "Go on, Robby, hit 'SEND.' "     I wanted Robby to do it
himself. I wanted him to willingly take his life down one step farther into
complete degradation and subservience.  He was crying of course, but his
dick was also rock hard and quivering like a stalk of wheat in the
wind. Tears ran down his handsome face and dripped form his chin. He had
not   shaven in a few days and had that dark shadow that is so currently
popular on dudes . His eyes looked red and tired. Some of his co-workers
had remarked that he looked exhausted and confused. No wonder, he had been
sucking dick and getting ass fucked pretty regularly. By pretty regularly,
I mean sucking ten to fifteen dicks a day and taking five to ten cocks up
his asspussy. And he knew that I intended for the number to escalate. I
often go a bit easy on a boy at first.   I set him up with friends of
mine and guys I met at the party, as well as some of my buddies from gay
bars around town.   Robby was so cute and so compact and hunky, that he
was instantly popular with guys who wanted to ride him. My only demands
were that they ride him extremely hard!

Now, you have to understand, this was not easy for Robby. He had been a
young, married, straight executive.   He had been living a normal life
when I picked him up at a local gym.

The clue that he had secret feelings of submissiveness was in the way he
kept staring at my big fucking dick when I changed out of my gym gear.
The faggot pussy practically fainted when I turned to face him sitting on
the bench and stood with my fat fucker inches from his face. To say he was
a pushover would not be stretching the truth.

Robby's finger moved to the "SEND" button. He lifted his sexy dark eyes to
me and looked pleadingly into mine. "Do I have to, Sir?"

I didn't even deign his pea with an answer. I simply put a hand on his
naked shoulder, slid it down across his well formed pec and took one of his
nipples between two fingers and twisted.

Did I mention that I now kept Robby's nipples extremely sensitve with the
application of sandpaper over the titty-tips. They were so sensitive he
could hardly wear a shirt. That way, he thought me me all the time, even at
work. Well, I now also made him keep a nice thick butt-plug up his ass at
work. The discomfort made him keep me in mind.     Anyway, as I
twisted his tit-tip, I gently nodded, and he let out with a wonderfully
pathetic sigh. The sigh made my dick jump in my pants. Right now, he felt
like such a fucking loser. But he also felt alive and sexually turned on.

The source of the sigh and the "SEND" button consternation was a photo and
video shoot we had just completed. I decided that Robby should try his hand
at modeling. NUDE modeling.

I had two hunky pals of mine capture the session on video and with still
cameras. Their pay was a nice cocksuck and ass fuck from Robby.   I also
had another "model" attend, but more about that later.

We filmed the whole thing at Robby's house for authenticity. Robby's wife
had gone to visit her sister for a week, partly to relieve the tension
building at home. I felt sorry for her. Her husband had not fucked her in
weeks and constantly made excuses not only as to why he wasn't sleeping
with her, but about where he went three or four nights a week. I would have
to call it a marriage on the rocks. I had no desire to ruin a loving
relationship, and I intended to see what I could do to save the marriage
but still keep Robby's cute ass and cocksucker lips at my disposal. I would
patiently explain to the wife that Robby still loved her, but that his ass
and mouth and dick and balls, his entire body in fact, now belonged to
me.

With her gone, we were free to use the house for our photo shoot. It gave
the whole thing the flavor of reality.   First we took some pics and
shot some video of Robby in his underpants holding a sign saying, "I AM A
FUCKING FAGGOT!"     Of course, I made certain his face was in the
shots. What good is a submissive's submission if his face is not showing?
I have no time for or patience with young guys who write to me and send me
photos with their fucking faces blurred or cut off. If a boycunt wants to
submit...then he must willingly show his face.

He must place his security and safety in my hands.   This was a bitter
pill for Robby to swallow.

"Who will see these?   What are they for? Do I have to have my face in
them?"   Questions, questions, questions. Of course, I didn't
answer. You don't answer a faggot boy toy plaything.

"Smile at the camera, Robby!" I said instead.   He stood there in tight
white briefs, smiling and holding a sign that read, "I AM A FUCKING
FAGGOT!"   Yes, indeed, Robby had potential.

I then had him hold up a different sign...this one clearly stating his full
name, his telephone number and his email address.   He fought me on
that, so we had to take   a little break. I had Robby sit in a straight
back chair and spread his legs wide. Then, I not so gently tapped his ball
sack with a wooden ruler. I gave him a deep tongue kiss and said with a
gentle but   low voice, "Robby, you will do whatever I tell you to
do. Do you understand that? Don't fuck with me Robby. You do what I say!"
he sniffed back the snot running from his nose and nodded.

We returned to the photos shoot. Whenever Robby was defeated, he had the
cutest way of slumping his shoulders. He looked so nice and humble and
weak. I love it. It made my fucker rock hard and often leak a little. Robby
told me he regretted that day in the gym when he first submitted to me. He
told me it had ruined his entire life.   I always smiled at that and
wouldcalmly ask him why he hadn't simply walked away then..or in the weeks
since. He had no answer for that. He knew he wanted to be dominated,
controlled, fucked with! Many men live with that need buried inside of them
for years, perhaps most of their lives. They   never "smell the
daisies," they never "taste the cock!"   Robbie was tasting all the cock
he could handle.

I had even gone so far as to show up at Robby's office at lunch time with
two rough looking dudes I had picked up at a local bar. The three of us
took Robby into the company Men's Room and had him suck their dicks right
there in a stall. Fortunately for Robby, no one from his office came in
while he was slurping prick, but two men from an adjoining office did.

Their eyes widened at the sight of myself and one of the muscular fuckers
calming waiting our turn outside the stall while dick sucking slurping
noises came from inside.

One of the businessmen looked at me indignantly, but I had long ago ceased
fearing almost anyone.

"Want a turn?" I had calmly asked the businessmen. "He's a really good
cocksucker."

"I'm going to report you to security..."   the younger and braver of the
two executives muttered. He was not a bad looking guy, maybe in his early
thirties. I wouldn't throw him out of bed.

I stepped up to him, almost nose to nose and smiled.

"Either of you say a word about this to anyone, and You'd better look over
your shoulder every fucking night when you go home!"

"Let's get out of here Pete, " the older man said and left before I could
stop him. Pete made to follow but stopped when I called his name.

"Pete, you came in her to piss. So why not do what you set out to. There's
the urinal. Go on, have a nice piss."

The longer I looked at young Pete, the more I wanted to eat him alive. I
have a thing about good looking, clean cut young businessmen.

"I'll...eh...I'll come back later,"   he said in a light, kind of shaky
voice.   "No, Pete, you will go over to the urinal, and you will piss
now!"   I heard a grunt from inside the stall as my buddy unloaded in
Robby's mouth. Little Robby was guzzling sperm.

Pete hesitate a moment longer. I do not like hesitation. I took one step
in. He quickly moved to one of the urinals and unzipped. He was so nervous
he couldn't piss at first.

"Relax, Pete. Take a piss and go back to work."   I moved up nearer to
him. He fingered himself, and then I heard the piss hit the porcelain. It
was a good strong spray, indicating a nice wide pisshole.   "Take a step
back from the urinal, Pete, and let me see your pisser!   Let me see
your pissing dick."

"Come on, man, that's disgusting. Look, do whatever you want to do, but
leave me out of it."

I placed two fingers on the back of young Pete's neck,   noticing the
perfect line of his hundred dollar haircut, and I just squeezed a tiny bit.

"Come on, man, step back from the urinal and let me get a look at your
pissing dick!" A tremble went through Pete, I could feel it. Then he
stepped back one step, his golden pee arcing up and hitting the white
urinal wall. "Take your hands away from your pisser, so I can see it
clearly."    He removed his hands to reveal a beautiful, hefty,
circumcised piece of fuckmeat.

"That's nice Pete. Real nice. Tell me, Pete, are you married?" He didn't
answer but nodded.   "How long have you been married?"

"Two months!"   He said in a very small voice. The piss flow was growing
less. In the stall, Robby was working on my other new friend. I could hear
the slurping of his cocksucking.

"Ah, a newly wed...I'll bet you fuck the bitch a lot, don't you?"   I
could feel him bristle at my derogatory name for his new bride. I meant it
as no dis-service. Bitch is a name I often use for both men and women. He
didn't answer. I lowered my hand and cupped the cheek of his ass. He really
tensed up then. "I asked you a fucking question. Do you fuck your new bride
a lot with that meaty dick of yours?"

"I...eh..I guess."

I had to laugh. " You guess. You guess you fuck your bride a lot...but
you're not sure?"   He spun on me, tucking his penis into his pants.

"Look, leave me the fuck alone. Just leave me alone!" He snapped. Oh, I'll
bet he was a jock in high school. I'll bet he scored lots of pussy there.

I reached in and grabbed him by the lapels of his expensive suit. "Did I
say you could put your dick away, Pete? Did I?"   His eyes widened and
he shook his head. I could see his lower lip trembling. "Take your dick out
again and take your balls out too!"     "ZIP!!!! OR RATHER UN-ZIP!!!"
    And there he stood, the handsome young businessman who had just
happen to walk into the washroom at the wrong time. There he stood with his
fat, meaty young dick and his sizable nuts hanging outside of his expensive
suit. The timing was perfect. I heard my friend in the stall groan and
shoot his load into Robby's mouth. Robby was having a nice lunch.   But
even when Robby did not suck dick in the bathroom for lunch, I made sure he
had a good lunch. I often had him eat sandwiches covered with a nice thick
layer of my buddies' sperm. I wanted Robby to always have the taste of
fuckslop in his mouth.

"That was great. Here, lick my dick clean, " my friend in the stall said to
my cock pig.   "When you're through, drag the cocksucker out here, will
you?" I then asked my other friend to go into the hallway and watch to make
sure the older businessman didn't return with security.   Robby was
dragged naked into the middle of the washroom. I always made him get naked
to suck dick. It made him feel more humiliated, more degraded. He was
currently wearing his cockcage, and strings of pre-fuck hung from it. I
couldn't stop the little pig from leaking.

"Now, Pete, I don't know if your lovely new bride sucks cock or not, but
how would you like a really good cocksuck from this faggot pig?"

Robby looked up, blurry eyed, with cum coating his lips and dripping from
his chin. I saw recognition in his eyes.   "Pete?" he said.

I had to laugh long and hard. The two knew each other! Turns out they
played squash and sometimes had lunch.

"Robby, what the fuck are you...?"   Pete was dumbfounded.

"Pete, Robby, you two know each other. Great. Pete, how would you like to
have Robby here suck your dick?"

"This is disgusting!"   Pete spat and turned and made for the door. He
got exactly two steps. I grabbed him and slammed him up against the towel
dispenser.

"You do not want to make me angry, Pete. I like you. Do not make me angry."
I pressed one forearm across his throat. "Now, you never told me, does your
new bride suck your dick?"

Pete squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced.   I applied just a bit more
pressure.   "No...no, she doesn't like it."

I made a pouty mouth. "Oh, Pete, poor, poor Pete, doesn't get his cock
sucked?   You have to teach her, Pete. Be gentle but firm! A good wife
sucks her husband's dick every day. Your friend Robby sucks dick every
day. Tell you what. Since you two work near each other and seem to know
each other...what if Robby sucks your dick every day for you? Then you
wouldn't have to pressure your new bride. Robby will be glad to suck your
nice big fat meaty fucker for you every day. Right Robby?"

"Don't do this to him, please..." Robby moaned, cum dripping from his
chin. Robby was playing the hero, trying to protect his newly married
friend.

"Robby does whatever I tell him to do. He will suck your dick every fucking
day, Monday through Friday. And if I hear that you skip even one day, you
will be very sorry! Do you understand?   To re-enforce my statement, I
grabbed Pete's nice hefty scrotum and squeezed.

"I don't want...I don't want..." Pete stuttered, totally freaking out.

"You don't know what you want, Pete. And you don't know what is good for
you.   Now just step over here and let Robby slobber all over your
beautiful full fat fuckmeat. And Robby, Pete is a special friend of yours,
so do an extra-special job on him, okay? Make sure to lick his balls really
well, get down under the sack where the sweat gathers. Give him the blow
job of his life."

Well, Robby was now sucking Pete's dick every day. I had taken some photos
of them in action. I am afraid Pete was basically a one load a day boy, so
he didn't have as much sperm left for his new bride as he wanted to
have. He did miss a few days, trying to test me, I guess, so I showed up at
his work and just smiled and said hello. Next day, Pete was back on
schedule feeding Robby his baby batter at lunch. I actually think it
brought Robby and Pete closer together, and I began to formulate some plans
for the two and the fun we could have.

"Lift and spread your legs, Robby. Spread them as wide as you can so your
balls and asshole clearly show in the photos. Make sure his face is in
every shot! Smile at the camera, Robby. Now get up on all fours, ass toward
the cameras. Put your shoulder down on the bed and reach back and spread
your ass cheeks as wide as you can! Turn your head so we can see your
face. Oh, Robby, baby, who'd a thought a month ago that you would be doing
something like this, huh? Who would have thought. Show us more
asshole. Spread those ass globes wider. Can you get closer to the asshole
and still keep his face in the shot. I want folks to see how well fucked
his asshole is. Look at those swollen ass lips.   Okay Robby, lift one
leg now, like you were a dog pissing. Lift one leg and show us your
dangling fucker and sack. Smile at the camera, Robby. Oh yes, Robby. Now
some nice shots of you masturbating your dick. Don't cum, you know you are
not allowed to..but really flog that fucker for us...pump it good.
Great...look at that meat drip!

"Now, Robby, I want to introduce you to Leroy." Leroy was a six-foot seven
inch muscular black giant with a twelve inch dick. "Say hello to Leroy,
Robby!"

Robby looked at the amazing fucker on the negro and swallowed and
trembled.   "Hello, Leroy..." he said in a little boy voice.

"Cunt!"   Leroy responded. That's one of the reasons, I like Leroy so
much.

"Now, here's what I want. I want some nice close-up photos of Leroy resting
the huge head of his monster dick on your tongue, Robby., okay? I want some
clear shots of Leroy's pre-fuck running down your tongue into your mouth.
Oh by the way, Robby, to thank Leroy for doing this photo shoot with you, I
told him he could fuck your ass. I hope you don't mind." Ha! Robby gave one
of those sexy totally defeated looks.   He knew that Leroy's cunt-buster
was going to hurt like hell and churn up his guts.

The photos were excellent. You could clearly see Robby's face, and it
looked so darling with the leaking head of a huge black dick resting on his
extended tongue.

And what about the "SEND" button incident? What was that all about?
I'm afraid you will have to wait until next time to learn about that!