Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 08:14:12 EDT
From: Lbhman1@aol.com
Subject: Bobs Boy-Toy (part 6)

This is a continuing story that depicts sex acts between men.  It is
graphic in nature and should NOT be read by minors.  So, please leave if
the shoe fits.


			  Bob's Boy-Toy (part 6)


     Bob's control over me grew, day by day and week by week.  Regularly, I
was pimped out to his friends, or just anyone who he wanted me to submit to.
Sometimes I'd go to meet them, sometimes they would come to the house,
sometimes it was pre-arranged, and sometimes a spur of the moment reaction.
I've been with 7 men at one time or just a one-on-one pleasure fuck for one
guy.
     He seems to get very aroused, when I'm servicing other men, too, as he
always fucks my pussy or mouth, or both, when I'm finished with the
"clients".  He wants me dressed in simple, tight frilly things around the
house.  Usually, I have a pair of thongs, or maybe a see-thru panty, or even
shorty pj bottoms, and some type of slinky tank-type top.  My hair has grown,
and he likes it to be worn in a ponytail, with my newly pierced ears showing.
 I also have my belly button pierced, which really hurt.  I think it looks
sexy, now though.
     My body seems to be "plumping" some, too.  My hips have more fatty
tissue, my waist is slimming, and even my breast area seems to be growing a
little.  He tells me I look so "cute", but, it seems my appearance has become
ever more feminine, creating the need for different size clothes.  It's
strange, but I'm ok with it, so far.
 Depending on his mood, my dress for going out can vary from tight bike
shorts and tank, and even the girls bike-type tops, to soft feminine
pants/shorts outfits.  My little clitty is always on display, in either case,
as he's sure I have on my cock strap, completely forcing me to stand out in
the bottoms I have on.  Sometimes I wear panties, but, usually, when we go
out, they are shed.  The clothing is a big turn on for me, too. I love the
feel of the silky, slinky, sensuous materials that he has picked out.
 Oh, I did get that outfit that I saw when I returned the bra and corset.  I
don't ever wear bras or corsets, as they are just not what he's looking for.
 He doesn't want me to look like a woman; he wants me to look like a slut
boy, dressed in feminine attire.  Everyone who sees me, knows I'm a man, not
a woman.  They know I'm his toy, his boy, his slut, to be used by him, as he
wants.  But, the humiliation of them knowing that is wild.
     When we walk down the mall, I'm always a step or two behind him, dressed
in the slutty clothes, and of course the dog collar, so it's totally obvious
what my role is.
      One time, while at home, in just thong and camisole, he had me answer
the door.  It was a deliveryman, who had come to bring a new
television/stereo set, and needed time to set it up.  One look at me, and he
knew I was a fucktoy, as he snickered, "Hi boy".  "Hello Sir", I replied.  My
eyes automatically traveled down his body to see a nice bulge in his crotch.
Seeing this, he grabbed himself, and slowly rubbed his hardening rod.  Bob
came in and saw what was happening, and told the workman to get to work,
saying, "Playtime is later, my friend.  First, I want to have my new system
working".  Well, I knew I was going to get some of that bulging meat, so I
smiled.
     This new electronic gear wasn't just a tv, it was the whole package, 3
monitors, 2 cd players/recorders, 5 video cameras, a computer, a huge
screened tv, and various little amps and stuff that I didn't understand.  It
would take him quite a while to finish setting it all up.  I got him a drink,
and just sort of sat around, waiting for him to complete all of the
connections, before he would connect with me...hehe.
 During this, while working on the cameras, he had me "pose", so he could put
the them at the right angle. One time, he zoomed in on my navel ring, asking
me if it hurt.  I told him yes, but that I liked it now.  "I like it too", he
said.    He also zoomed in on my ass, making a whistling sound.  I blushed,
but, knew he would soon be having his way with me, so, was pleased, very
pleased.
      I could see all of the camera movements on the TV; so, I kept my eye on
it, wanting to see what he was looking at.  "You are wearing very interesting
clothes", he quipped.  "Thank you.  My master picks them out for me.  He
likes me in them, do you?"  "Oh, yes, you look very nice", grinning as he
spoke.
     At one point he also zoomed in on my crotch, which was obscenely
sticking out of the thong panties, due to the strap Bob had me wearing.  I
just stood there, letting him look at what ever he wanted.  That zoom lens
could almost get close enough to read the manufacturer's name on the strap
right thru the slinky material of my panties.   He could see everything.  My
little clitty began to grow, knowing he was so boldly checking me out.  The
sheer panties didn't hide much, either, and only added to the excitement of
the situation.
      His cock was beginning to lengthen, as he watched me move about the
room.  I was elated to know I had that effect on this manly hunk.  Bob walked
in, and said, "Jim, looks like you might need a break.  You've been working
hard, so, just lay back and let my boy aid in your relaxation."  With that,
he sprawled out on the couch, legs wide open, begging for me to give him
relief.  I was on him in a flash, on my knees, feeling his crotch, with my
trembling hands.  He responded quickly, as he was on the verge of an erection
from the "foreplay", earlier.
     Unzipping his pants, pulling them down, and reaching in to his bvd's, I
found what I wanted.  His cock was big, probably 8" or so, when it finally
hardened.  Pulling it free from his underwear, I started licking it like a
lollipop, making it glisten with my spit.  He moaned, telling me he liked my
actions.  As it was quite large, it took me some time to get it all wet.
Finally, I had to have it in my mouth; so, I put my lips to the head, tasting
some precum.  Further and further I went down, lodging that weapon in my
throat, fighting back the gag reflex, and taking him to the base, his pubic
hair tickling my nose.
 "Wow", he said, "No one has ever taken me down like that before.  You're a
great cocksucker."  I moaned a thank you, pulling back a bit, so I could
breathe.  Letting him slip out of my mouth for a second, I said, "You have a
very nice, tasty cock.  Thank you for letting me suck it."  He liked that
comment, and shoved back in.  My hands were fondling his hairy ballsac,
rolling those big balls around, pulling them down, stretching the sac to
heighten his pleasure.
      Typically, he grabbed my head and started to face-fuck me.  As you all
know, I love this, and he was very good at it.  He knew just what to do with
his motions.  I timed my breathing, and we were off to the races, him
pummeling my face, and me accepting every inch of him, gladly.  His thrusting
got faster and with more abandon, so, I knew he was getting close.  I moaned,
making slurping noises on his meat, begging him to give me his load, and he
did just that, forcing all of himself in my waiting throat, as he emptied
those balls.  All I could do was hang on, cause he was completely in control
of this wonderful sex act.  I let him hold my head where he wanted as he
thrust in and out, depositing his seed.
      Eventually, his pace slackened, as his orgasm had taken the energy from
his body, for a minute or two.  He sank back in the couch, bringing my face
with him.  I kept him in my mouth for as long as he would let me, just
milking his now softening prick with my lips.  I needed to get all of his
juice inside me.
      Finally he sat up, saying, "Ok, that's enough for now, but I'll want
some more later, maybe your tight pussy ass."  "Yes sir, thank you sir", was
my contented reply.
      I didn't realize it, but Bob had made a movie, with the camera, of the
whole episode.  He replayed it, while Jim finished his work, and I sucked him
off, while he watched the film.  It didn't take him long to cum, filling my
mouth with that sweet cream, that I have become so addicted to.
      Jim must have seen some of the action but didn't say or do anything
that I could see.  Admittedly I was on my knees, with Bob's cock in my mouth,
so I couldn't really see anything but Bob's crotch.


I hope you have enjoyed this continuing story and welcome any comments to
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