Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2015 17:50:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dale Gutzman <dale10gut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby's Predicament Part Eight

   Robby was not a happy camper!  He had had a rough week. On Monday his
wife told him she wanted a trial separation. The cocksucking faggot still
insisted to me that he loved her. He told me this while his mouth was
stuffed with my fat dick. Sometimes it's difficult for me to understand
what he is trying to say when his mouth is full of cock, but I like to keep
something in it for him to suck on most of the time. He looks so cute when
his face is full of fuckmeat. He still has that innocent preppie boyish
face that he had in high school and college.

On Tuesday, he was warned that his work was slipping of late...probably
because he has been sucking so much dick and taking it up the ass every
night after work. I also have him sucking off Pete a dude who works in the
same building every day at lunch. Pete doesn't like the arrangement, but
what the fuck do I care. A little leverage works wonders.

Pete is now forbidden to wear underwear in the office, and I love how his
big fat dick pushes out the front of his suit trousers. I stop by some
times just to have a look at my boys and to make sure they comply with all
instructions.  Pete is big and hunky, whereas my main boy Robby is five
foot ten and lean and youthful looking.

On Wednesday, I made Robby dance in a see through mesh thong at a local gay
bar. He does this once or twice a week...just to keep him humble. You can
imagine how he hates being on display in front of a crowd of cheering, half
buzzed horny gay dudes. Each week, I try to find a more revealing obscene
thong for him to wear.  On Thursday, I took Robby to his first gay sauna,
Steamworks!  It's not the cleanest sauna in town, but certainly the
raunchiest. Dudes of all ages, sizes and looks prowl the halls wearing only
towels, looking like wild animals in heat. Well, they all wore towels
except for Robby. I told Robby that I thought it would be more fun if he
walked the halls totally naked with his big dick swinging. He soon picked
up quite an entourage. I took our boy Rob into a corner and told him, "Okay
my dear young man, masturbate your dick hard for me!"

"I can't, Sir. Not here in the halls. There are men everywhere." He looked
so cute with a slight coating of glistening sweat on his body and a bead of
sweat hanging off his darling nose. His dark hair was getting slick and
curly from the heat and moisture.

"First of all, I don't like it when you contradict me, you know
that. You'll be punished for that. Second, don't you think the nice
gentlemen who come here would like to see what your fuckmeat looks like
when it is big and hard? After all, you have not shot a load in over a week
now. I could have had you parade around here in your cockcage, but that
would be even more embarrassing. Now get your fucker nice and hard so we
can show the men what you've got." I patted him on the smooth young chest
and pinched one of his pouty nipples.

We had been working on his nipples lately, and they now stood out much more
prominently than before. Good fat titties on my little humiliation stud.

Robby started to beat his meat. I stepped back so the dudes lurking in the
halls could see. A couple of old trolls stepped right up to watch the boy.

"You need some help with that?" one of them asked. He looked like something
out of the tv show "The Sopranos."  Even the gravel rough voice he had fit
the image.

Robby faked a smile. "No thank you Sir, I'm all right."  Robby was
furiously pumping his fat dick, trying to get it hard, but the pressure of
the situation was keeping him flaccid.

"Looks to me like you need some help!"  Gravel Voice said again.

"Robby..." I said quietly. "The nice man has offered to help you. Why not
let him help?"

"No...I..." Robby's face said it all. He looked terrified and slightly
disgusted. Three more men had gathered to watch, one hot young dude that I
would not have minded shoving my dick into.

"Robby...let the man help you!"  Robby froze with his eyes on me. He
released his own hand from his now chunky, elongated but still semi-soft
fucker. He stepped toward the hairy, bald, short, squat troll.  The old guy
looked over at me.

"He belong to you or something?"  He growled at me.

I slowly nodded my head. "Or something."  The old fart reached out one
gnarly hand and encircled Robby's beautiful young dick. The dick that had
not fucked his wife now in almost two months. Would Robby ever get to fuck
his wife again? Would Robby ever get to fuck any cunt again? It all
depended on my whims. Personally I thought his handsome fucker was far too
beautiful to shove it in a cunt. I much preferred it in a dick cage, or a
posing pouch, or a thong, or swinging loose and leaking for all to see. He
of course had a different opinion, not that his opinion mattered any
more. He was so mesmerized by me that he would do any fucking thing I told
him to. Have you ever had a faggot so gone on you, that he simply could not
resist any command you gave him? Oh, he whimpers and cries with each new
indignity I heap upon him, but he still obeys. It fulfills something in him
that he has not experienced with anyone else in his young life.

You see, my thing is humiliation. I get off on it. Humiliating others. Oh
not just humiliating people in daily life...I'm not a bully or a brute. No,
no. I'm talking about sexual humiliation and degradation. My bag is to find
a supposedly "straight" young man with submissive tendencies and go to work
on him. I bring out the 'best' in him...his weaknesses...his need to
service a real man. I introduce him not only to cocksucking and ass
fucking, but to every twisted deviation I can design, and the more he
suffers and grovels, the more I get off on it. And

the more HE GETS OFF ON IT TOO.  Robby now needed the abuse, he lived for
it. He protested he hated it, but he needed it. He even risked his job and
wife to have it.

At work, I now made him wear trousers that were much too small and tight
for him, so that his dickcage enclosed fuckmeat and ballsack clearly
showed. Wearing the dickcage all day at work, his cock sometimes leaked and
so a pre-fuck stain often formed on the crotch of his suit pants. You can
imagine how embarrassing that was for him. And don't think people around
the office didn't notice. He has lost more than a few friends there, but
that's a good thing. The fewer friends he has, the more he can concentrate
on pleasing me by

degrading himself in public. For example, I'll take him to the mall and
make him dress in a pair of thong sandals, cut off jeans cut so high his
ass cheeks hang out, and a pink tee shirt saying "FAGGOT" on it. I like to
make him hang around the food court when hangs to young teenage boys are
there. Their insults and slurs make Randy cry, but they provide no end of
pleasure. It also helps the teenagers develop a healthy attitude toward
weaklings.  Sometimes Randy gets so upset that he physically trembles.

So, here we were in the sauna with baldy frigging my boy's fuckmeat.
Everyone wore towels except him. The fronts of more than a few towels stood
out with erections. Robby stood there with his hands clenched into fists,
like he wanted to hit someone. His toes curled on the cold tiled floor. The
short squat older man pumped Robby's fucker until it stood out strong and
thick and erect and dripping dick leak.

"That's enough," I said. "We don't want Robby to cum."  Now I led my boy
out into the sauna proper...into the main lounge room. He had to walk
totally naked with a fierce hard on into a group of over forty men.  Some
guys whistled. Some applauded. All gazed with hunger because Robby is no
slouch when it comes to looks.

"Can't we please, please go home?" Robby whined to me.

"Go home, Robby? We just got here."  With one hand on Robby's naked
shoulder, I steered him through the gaping crowd. Robby knew better than to
dare cover himself. His fat fucker swayed and bounced and his ample balls
swung from side to side. When we reached the center of the space, I turned
to the crowd of horny leering men.

"This is Robby. Robby will be sucking dick in room 212 for the next four
hours."  I took Robby to room 212 and put him to work. I insisted that he
give an expert blow job to every guy who came through the door. After three
hours and forty-two men, I lost count. Some guys came back twice. Robby
puked cum onto the floor twice, and of course I made him lick it up.

He was presented with every possible kind of dick to suck; brown, black,
white, pink, large, small, curved, twisted, thick, thin, cut and
uncut. Eventually cum ran from his slack lips and down over his chest, and
his clients had to hold him by the ears and simply fuck his face like it
was a sloppy pussy.  It's like after a time, his eyes and mind glazed over
and he just became a sucking receptacle, a dick dump!  He knelt in a puddle
of cum and spit and snot. His mouth made loud slurping noises as he sucked
one dick after another.  After four hours he was a worn out mess...and I
had not even taken him into the Dark Room yet to get ass fucked.  Yes sir,
our boy Robby was getting the full treatment. He would never be the same
again.

And here it was Friday night. What fun and games had I devised for Robby on
Friday?  Well, to start with, he was terribly unhappy with his costume. He
wore thigh high black mesh stockings and five inch high heels.  He wore a
black lacy bra. And best of all, a black silk ribbon tied around his naked
dick and balls. His nervous shaking had never been so prominent.

"Do I have to dress this way? Oh God, please don't make me. Where are we?
Who's going to be out there?"

"Yes, you have to dress this way. You look really pretty Robby, especially
with your totally shaved body and groin. Out there...some men you don't
know, and some you do. I have invited some of your old jock buddies from
high school, and some of your college frat brothers, and some guys from
your work. Pete is out there to give you moral support."

He looked at me, his big eyes wide with innocence and fear. "What am I
going to have to do?"  He stammered.

"We're going to play a game of 'Truth or Consequences.' I am going to ask
you questions about your sex life and your fantasies and you are going to
answer them honestly. We are going to hook you up to a lie detector, so
everyone can tell when you are lying. We are going to probe the deepest
darkest secrets of Robby's life.  For example. Some of your hold high
school jock buddies are going to be out there. I'm going to ask you if you
ever had any fantasies when you were in high school of sucking their
dicks!"

Robby's legs gave way. He fell to his knees. "Oh, God, you can't do that. I
never...they...what will they think of me?"

I hauled my boy back up onto his precarious high heels. "They'll learn
about the real you. The You that I know is inside of you, and the you that
I am going to expose to the whole world!"