Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 02:02:16 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: ARROGANCE

(ws/scat/masochism/some bisex)

                ARROGANCE--Part 1
   The first thing that struck me about Roger Atwater was his
intense arrogance. That, combined with self-assured unmitigated
gall...a brash, superior attitude...the foulest mouth...and, of
course, his extreme boyish handsomeness!
   He was 27, a self-made millionaire entrepreneur, an
infamous playboy known for his outrageous antics from Tokyo to
Berlin and all the high spots in between. He ran several
companies, collected art, produced films...he had his hand in
lots of things.
   Me? I'm Tom Brogan. I'm 30 now, but I was a fresh 19 when I
first ran into Roger Atwater. And I mean, ran into him!
Amazingly, it was just outside a Newport Beach surf shop. I
wasn't paying attention, and I banged him in the ass with my
surfboard! I was feeling great, sporting my painstakingly-
acquired golden tan before making up my mind about whether to
start college or just lay back for another year.
   "Damn, I'm sorry!"
   "Too bad, I thought you were making a pass," he smiled.
   "Hunh?" I asked, dumbly, not catching his meaning.
   "Never mind. My name's Roger. Do you work?"
   Well, to cut that conversation short, he ended up offering
me a job that I couldn't turn down. The money was too great. He
didn't care that I had no experience; he said he'd teach me
everything. Money, travel, meeting all his extraordinary
friends and famous people. How could I resist? Thus, I became
his valet, secretary, personal assistant, and constant compan-
ion. Hunh? I didn't know anything about those things, but he
didn't care. If he didn't care...I didn't care. Something about
his sparkling eyes and intriguing manner immediately captivated
me. Of course, it wasn't until later that I realized what
seductive power he had over people...and how he'd used it on
me...until I saw him use it on others. I just thought it was a
hoot, and liked his friendly, big brother treatment of me. I
went home and packed, said my goodbyes, and climbed into his
limo...to the consternation of my parents and brother.
   He was staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel before leaving
for New York. I met his entourage and was briefly instructed in
my duties by his Executive Assistant, Arnold Tripp, a totally-
capable older man in his late 40's with slightly greying hair.
He was obviously a calming influence of sorts, and indeed,
Roger's right-hand man. He was very friendly, and extremely
helpful in my confusion. I had my own room, and was the only
person that actually stayed with Roger. I was still in a daze
when I went to bed that first night, and was even kinda giddy.
The excitement was enough to give me a big boner so, as usual,
I decided to jack off before going to sleep. I was so intensely
aroused, that I didn't react quick enough when Roger suddenly
burst in my door! I felt like such a silly fool, laying there
naked holding my hard cock and beating it furiously!
   "Hey! Treat that thing with a little more consideration,
kid. You're gonna rip the skin off it!" he smiled. "Aw, don't
be em-barrassed, Tom. God knows I've flogged my meat a few
thousand times! I just wanted to remind you that I've got
meetings all day tomorrow. So just take it easy, relax, and get
up when you feel like it. Go down to the pool if you want." His
eyes strayed all over my frozen, naked body, and he turned to
leave. He raised his eyebrows. "Nice fuckin' prick! Horny kid
like you's gonna love this job. You'll get that taken care of
plenty! I promise. So don't wear it out, and try not to
splatter the ceiling!"
   Even though I was embarrassed at being caught masturbating
by my new employer, his casual manner put me at ease. After he
left, I noticed that my prick hadn't gone down in the least.
Strange!
   I did get up late. I did swim. Then I puttered around and
spent some time familiar-izing myself with his incredihle
wardrobe and things. Those were the preliminaries. When he
returned in the late afternoon, my adventure really started!
   I gushed a self-conscious hello as he came in. He beamed at
me, then plopped himself on the sofa with a loud sigh.
   "FUCK! What a drag that was. Meetings, meetings, meetings.
Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it." He opened his jacket
and loosened his tie and he sprawled comfortably and layed
back. "Man, I'm bushed! Come on over and take my shoes off for
me, willya Tom?" I dutifully went over and knelt between his
legs, nervously taking hold of his foot and undoing his shoe-
strings. He continued talking, and casually put his hand down
to his crotch. "Boy, that lawyer sitting next to me really got
me turned on. I swear, I could smell her pussy dripping the
whole time. I was ready to climb under the fucking table and
start licking her twat! Bitch kept eyeing me, too. Got my prick
leaking in my pants so much I got up with a big wet spot! That
made her smile."
   He unzipped his pants and spread his trousers open. I
gulped and went for the other shoe. By the time I'd looked up
again, he had pulled out an extremely hard, large piece of
timber, and was unashamedly stroking it!
   "Yeah, cunt really got me on the bone! Oooh! Come on up
here and give it a suck, Tommy," he said with command in his
voice.
   I nearly choked! "M-Mr. Atwater, I'm not...I'm not a queer!
Golly, did you think...?"
   "No, Tom. Of course not. Now suck me, OK?"
   "What?" I backed away. "But..."
   He looked at me strangely...as if he couldn't comprehend
anyone not instantly obeying him. Then his facial muscles
relaxed, and he spoke calmly to me, slowly stroking his big
cock. "Ah, kind of an innocent, hunh? Listen, kid, I'm not
queer either. Not much, anyway. Hell, I don't know. Thing is,
if I see a guy holding a prick as big and pretty as mine is, I
don't think twice about getting down and putting it in my
mouth. I've sucked pricks and twats and assholes from here to
Moscow and had some great times doing it! Trust me, all the
bullshit you've ever learned is crap! The best thing about
making a lot of money is being able to do what you fucking
want. Hell, sucking cock isn't perverted...IT'S FUN! You prefer
pussy? That's fine. Stick with me and you'll get all the pussy
you can handle. You'll have so many twats bouncing on your
prick, you'll get sick of them! But, fact is, part of your
duties are to be available. I pull my cock out...you get down
and suck me."
   "Oh, I couldn't!" I gasped. "I...I didn't know I was
supposed to be a...a sex slave or something like that!"
   "OH! No no no, pretty boy. Just extra duties. Here, take a
good look at this." He held his prick up straight. It was
magnificent! Must have been a good 10-11" and I couldn't help
but stare. "Luscious, isn't it? You'll love sucking my cock,
Tom. Everybody does. Give it a try. This isn't a one-sided
deal, either. After you suck me a bit, I'm gonna rip your pants
off and give you one hell of a blowjob! I almost pounced on you
last night."
   "But I...I can't!" I whined, immensely disappointed to find
that my job was going to be very short-lived.
   "Listen, come here," he motioned me forward as he sat up.
"Come on, I'm not going to force you into a thing. I just want
you to hear this."
   Trembling, I scooched toward him...ready to bolt. He asked
me a series of questions, hardly waiting for me to answer yes.
   "Is sex good? Is it fun? You like getting boners? You want
to fuck nice, wet holes? You like putting your prick in a hot
mouth and getting sucked off? Do you think you have a nice-
looking prick? Would you say I have a nice-looking prick? Do
you know that there are an awful lot of straight guys that like
sucking pricks? Wanna blow me?"
   I was so used to nodding my head, that I missed the
implications of the last question. Or did I? All I know is that
he put his hand to the back of my neck and gently pulled me
down to his crotch!
   "B-but, I never..." I whispered, blinking because my eyes
were getting glassy.
   "That's okay, Tom. Just try licking it. Big, isn't it?
Yeah, nice big stiff erection. Lick up the side. Nice, isn't
it? Try the other side."
   I felt his body scoot down further in the sofa as he spread
his legs apart. His movements were quite natural. Mine seemed
to be natural, too, in spite of the fact that I was licking his
prick! The soothing sound of his voice...the first touch of his
hot skin on my tongue...the rising boner in my pants...all
combined to totally confuse me!
   That's what I told myself as I attempted to analyze the
taste and smells I was experiencing. As if I were watching
myself from above, I saw it all. I saw the way my tongue was
lapping on his cock...I saw the way I wasn't fighting it...I
saw the way!
   "Yeah, that's it, baby! Lick that fuckin' prick!" He
grabbed me with both hands behind my head and worked my mouth
up and down the underside of his huge cock. Our eyes met. "See?
What'd I tell you? You think that's nice? What til you put it
in your mouth! Go for it, man. No turning back now, Tom. You've
licked your first prick! Gotta try it all. You ready? You like
it?"
   I had a grip on it, eagerly licking the sides. I couldn't
deny that. I couldn't pretend I hadn't been doing it freely.
I'd been mesmerized, hut now he wanted a verbal reply.
   "I...shouldn't be doing this," I whispered hot breath on
his balls.
   "Says who? I asked if you liked it," he chuckled. "Go
ahead, tell me a big, fat lie!"
   I moaned, putting my lips to his shaft again, trying to
avoid having to answer. Gently, but forcibly, he pulled my head
back by the hair and stared into my eyes with those incredibly
sensuous eyes of his! "M-Mr. Atwa...Roger. I..." I took a deep
breath. "I love it. I fuckin' love it! I shouldn't. I'm not a
queer, but...c-can...I suck it?"
   In answer, he pressed me down by the neck. My hand around
his shaft and my mouth open, his cockhead went between my lips.
I sucked on his knob. As hard as his prick was, the thing was
soft and spongy under the pressure of my exploring mouth. I
sucked harder.
   "ATTABOY! Hot damn! Fuck, baby, let's have some fun! Come
on, yank my pants off! Get outta them fuckin' clothes...I wanna
see you naked!"
   He was suddenly boiling with enthusiasm, spreading his
hands to the side of the cushions and lifting his ass as I
pulled his trousers off. Then he leaned forward and rubbed my
crotch.
   "Mmmm. Yeah. Nice big fuckin' boner in there! MAN, I WANTED
TO JUST GOBBLE YOUR ASS LAST NIGHT! What a fuckin' treat! Juicy
prick you got, Tommy. One fuckin' juicy prick! Come on, get
those pants off and wave that thing in my face. Lemme smell
your balls!"
   His energetic sexualism was turning me on in spite of my
apprehension. Once I'd voiced my desire, my body began to relax
and get into it. I'd almost ripped his pants off, delighting in
the sight of his lower body being completely naked. I stood up
to get naked, wanting to get back down there to put my mouth
over his prick. ALL I KNEW WAS...I WANTED BE NAKED, AND I
WANTED TO SUCK HIS BIG COCK! EVEN IF HE DIDN'T DO IT TO ME! I
just didn't care at that point, so I didn't mind when he
totally sprawled his legs apart and urged me between them.
   "BLOW IT, BABY! WRAP YOUR PRICK-LICKIN LIPS AROUND IT AND
SUCK! COME ON, TOMMY, COCKSUCK ME!" He lifted his feet onto the
cushions as he helped work my mouth down and over his prick.
His assistance was becoming a bit more urgent, and my appre-
hension was returning. He was becoming too frantic for me--
thrusting his cock into my mouth without allowing me to get
used to it.
   Suddenly realizing he was getting out of hand, he pulled my
mouth off his cock. "Oooh, so good! Sorry, baby. You're just
turning me on so much! Here, take a rest and lick my balls!"
   I took a breath, but my face was soon mashed into his
sweaty nuts! That was the turning point. I'd licked his shaft,
sucked his fat knob, and verbally admitted I loved his cock.
Now, somehow, that all seemed a bit false. Like I knew some-
thing, but hadn't totally comprehended it. Now I did. With his
legs up, his balls were hanging there, full and puffy. All the
sweat they'd accumulated during the day was now rising to my
nose. I nestled right in there.
   "Oh, Roger! Your balls smell so good!" I reached my arms
around his buttocks and lifted them a bit as I began to lap his
hot nuts! I moved my head up and down, licking all over his
big, sweaty balls! He had his head thrown back and moaned in
delight the whole time. He gently stroked my hair.
   "Aw...pretty suckboy!" he groaned, "lick those fucking
balls, baby. Oh, you're gonna be fun!"
   I pulled my head away and nodded eagerly. "Yeah! This is a
lot of fun! Awwww...your balls smell sooo good!"
   He chuckled. "Tommy, you little twat. You licked all the
smell off my balls long ago. Don't you know? That's my sweaty
asshole you keep smelling!!"
   "Hunh?!" I pulled away, gulping.
   "Sure!" he laughed. "Take a deep breath, you'll see what I
mean."
   I didn't have to take a deep breath. What he said was true.
I knew the smell of an asshole...and his was all around me. And
it had been! I'd licked his nuts clean long ago, and had been
reveling in the odor of his asshole all this time! I blushed
crimson.
   He got a big grin on his face. "Blush, baby! Go ahead. I
love seeing your sweet innocence. Turning on to the smell of my
ass, and now you feel bad about it. Why? My asshole smells
good. People lick and smell it all the time. I smell my finger
all the time--I love it! Trust me, you'll soon be grinding your
nose and tongue up my ass without a second thought. You're
fuckin' hooked, Tommy! But I'll let you find that out for
yourself. Get up. I wanna suck your cock. Move your body into
any position I put you in, cause I'm also gonna lick your nuts
and ass!"
   I had a roaring prick...and I didn't put up a fuss. I stood
in front of his face and thrust my prick in his mouth. He let
me jab him for a while, then held me back and leisurely licked
all over my crotch, teasing the hell out of me! He sniffed me,
too. And he didn't try to hide it. He'd grind his nose in there
between my balls and thigh, then lap at the fragrant moisture
that had accumulated there. My hard cock dripped over his face
as I groaned in pleasure. He pulled away, taking his finger and
wiping up a smear of my pre-cum. He put it on his tongue.
"Mmmm. Tasty hot cockjuice! I want that full load in my mouth.
But first of all, little stud, I want you to turn around and
bend over. Grab your cheeks and spread 'em open, then push your
ass back to my face. I want you to get a nasty feeling in your
throat and voice, and tell me what you want me to do to your
asshole!"
   "Uh, hunh?" I gulped. He didn't reply, just simply swirled
his finger...directing me to turn around. I did. And even kinda
bent a little, tentatively holding my cheeks apart.
   "Nasty, Tommy. 1 want you fuckin' nasty! Now I don't have
to teach you this...you know damned well exactly what I mean.
You know what I want to do...and you know that you want me to
do it. So cut the crap and get filthy! We're gonna have some
hot sex. I'm a hungry, filthy, sex fiend...and so are you. So
tell me, baby. Tell me what you want!"
   Hungry? Filthy? Sex Fiend? Smells? Jeez! OK, boss, you rich
sonofabitch! You got me royally turned on, so here goes!
   I was already half-bent over, so I bent over all the way!
Then I moved back to his fucking face! "LICK MY ASSHOLE,
ROGER!" I blurted, ripping my anus open, and surprising myself.
I gasped aloud in amazement when I felt his wet tongue touching
me there. I couldn't believe it, so I pushed my butt back
harder into his face to make sure!
   "MMMM, CREAMY FUCKIN' ASSHOLE!" he cried, between licks.
   Gasping, trying to comprehend what he was doing to me, I
stupidly asked, "Yeah, well, what about the fuckin' smell,
man?"
   "There isn't any, Tom. You're a clean boy. I'd like some
smell, but there just isn't any. Can you fart?"
   "WHAT!" I instantly clamped my anus tight.
   He burst out laughing. "Oh, you're so precious, man! Come
on, let's 69." He slithered down onto the carpet and pulled me
with him. "Wrap your hot lips around my cock, baby. Let's suck
each other off. Take your time. We're not gonna last long, but
let's try."
   It didn't last long. But I'd never been so eager in my
life. I didn't care if it lasted. I had to get off before I
creamed all over the place. I wanted to do it in his mouth. So
I sucked all the harder when I realized I was going to blast
off. Luckily, he came at the same time. I say luckily, because
if I hadn't been experiencing my own orgasm when his cockjuice
spurted into my mouth, I don't know how I would have handled my
first load of cum. This way it was perfect. I gulped each time
my cock throbbed...which was each time HIS cock throbbed. Like
drinking my own squirts! Except...I'd tasted my own squirts
before, and this was much better!
   "Whadda you think, kid?" he asked after we caught our
breaths.
   "I think everything I've learned is crap!" I giggled.
   "Good boy. You gonna suck my ass next time?"
   "Uh..." I naturally hesitated, then felt my tingling balls.
"Would you clean it the first time? I'll try it that way."
   "Kiddo. I'll be home tomorrow sharply at 3:00. You have my
bath ready. You can scrub my back...and anything else you wanna
scrub clean enough to put your lips on. You can put your hand
down in the water and finger-fuck me until you think I'm clean
enough, okay? Cause then I'm gonna sit my butt on the side of
the tub and hang it over the edge. Then you can put your face
to my ass and lick me out. Sound good?"
   I chuckled. "Yeah, that sounds good. Gee, when you say it
like that, it sounds real good. Guess I really wanna suck your
ass, alright. Just need to be sure it's clean, you know?"
   "Yeah, sure. I understand. I'll give you time. I see it in
your eyes. Won't be long before you don't care if I clean up or
not."
   "Roger...that's disgusting!"
   "Yeah," he chuckled, "ain't it? I like disgusting, kid.
I'll give you time...but I like it the way I like it. I dig
smells. I like a hot, sweltering cunt dripping with pussyjuice.
I like a guy's balls to be covered with moist sweat to smell
and lick. And I want you to be a little careless when you wipe
your ass after you take a shit."
   "OH MY GOD!" I cried.
   "Now, don't go getting the wrong idea. I'm not talking
about licking shit...I leave that to other people. All I'm
saying is, don't get too proper when wiping your ass. I not
only don't expect you to be pure and sparkling back there...I
don't want you to be! You understand? I don't want you to stick
a shitty asshole in my face, and expect me to lick it clean for
you...but when I put my face to your sweet little anus, I
expect to be rewarded with a healthy aroma that's gonna get my
dick hard. Just a little leftover stink to make me wanna start
licking!"
   I broke into a big grin. I understood what he was saying,
and it seemed perfectly reasonable. "OK. I...I think I get it.
I'll try to smell good enough. And...I guess...fuck the bath.
You're right. I will learn to like it. So why not start
tomorrow. Boss?" I gulped, then made the most adventurous
suggestion, "be the same way. And don't let me complain. M-make
me smell your hole! Make me lick it! I...I know I'll love it,
Roger. But you might have to force me. That's alright, do it!"
An agreement had been reached. We both acknowledged it with our
eyes, and Roger...rich Mr. Atwater...visibly changed expres-
sions before my eyes...with my silent permission.
   "Kid? Draw my bath tomorrow. But first, I'll want you to
lick my ass!"
   "Y-yes, sir!" I beamed, "I'd...I'd be honored to l-lick it
for you!"
   "It's gonna smell," he warned.
   "T-that's alright," I stammered. "I w-want it to!"
   Roger smiled, and scooted closer to me. He pulled my naked
body to him and hugged me. "Hmmm. Now that we know you suck
cock and lick balls and rim out assholes...think you could give
your boss a little kiss?"
   "I'm..." I nearly choked, "...not queer!"
   "I know, sugar. Me either." He attached his moist lips to
mine, and we sucked on each other's tongues for a while.
Actually, for quite a while. Long enough to get erections and
take turns jacking each other off so we could watch the jism
fly!
   My introduction to gay sex. He wasn't a queer. Not exactly,
anyway. Roger Atwater took his sex anywhere...and everywhere!
The future would show me that he enjoyed pussy and cock just as
eagerly. He didn't much care whether it was a male or female
face between his legs...as long as they were doing him justice.
And if they turned him on...he could suck and fuck a guy or a
girl with just as much enthusiasm. He loved the smell of a
guy's balls...his prick and his asshole. I watched him stuff
his nose up a smelly twat and eat it out as hungrily as he'd
eat out a guy's ass. As a matter of fact, one of his special
delights was taking a guy's cock straight out of a pussy and
sticking it in his mouth to clean the guy off! That went for
assholes, too. Girl butt. Boy butt. He'd lick a prick going in
and out of somebody's ass, and even suck it after it was pulled
out!
   I'm getting ahead. I licked his asshole the next day. It
smelled.
   Sharply at 3:00 I had his bath ready. He swaggered in,
sneered at me sitting shirtless on the couch, then dropped his
pants.
   "OK, kid. Kneel down here and spread my ass. Pull my butt
apart and start sniffin'. Come on, I don't have all day! I got
a lotta stink on me, and I need a bath. Now you wanna clean me
up first, or not? Let's go. Put your nose up there...smell me
out! Pull me open and get some of that stronger stuff. Yeah.
Now lick me."
   I'd agreed to this, but I wasn't prepared for his attitude.
My cock knew better. He'd no sooner begun to order me around,
then my prick rose up instantly! That left only for my hand and
lips to follow. And I soon found myself on my knees...eagerly
spreading his buttocks apart...putting my nose to his anus. I
sniffed. Oh, man, I sniffed! I yanked his hole apart even
farther. He'd promised me...and he certainly delivered! I was
beyond any hesitation. I'd been playing with my dick all day
long in anticipation of this. I knew I was totally under his
spell, because with all the hardons I'd gotten...never once did
I ever think of pussy--or anything--but Roger's big cock, balls
and asshole!
   Roger Atwater wasn't a queer....but I certainly was queer
for him. And he knew it!
   "Unh hunh, yeah, lick it. Thaaat's it, lick that hole,
baby. Lick it out. Smell good for yuh? You like lickin' that
stuff? I left a little shit on there for ya. I know you wanna
lick shit off my asshole, so do it, you little cocksucker!"
   He didn't really have a shitty asshole, but loved taunting
me...and I loved it too! His asshole was fragrant, and I
relished the smell and odor. In fact, I made sure to get my
fill of it before I started to lick him. And when I did start
to lick him, I thoroughly cleaned his anus before eagerly
thrusting my tongue up his relaxed hole. And I mean relaxed! I
was almost afraid he was about to take a dump, he was so loose.
But he just had extraordinary muscle control. He knew that
anybody who'd put their tongue on his asshole wanted to get
inside. So he let them! He made me hot...and I made him hot! He
suddenly turned around and led me into the bathroom. Sitting on
the edge of the tub, he balanced himself, and lifted his legs
wide apart in lewd invitation.
   "Come on, you little faggot! GET YOUR FACE DOWN THERE AND
SUCK OUT MY ASSHOLE! COME ON, SUCK ON IT! DIG YOUR TONGUE IN--
CLEAN ME OUT!"
   The tone in his voice was abusive. He was ordering me to do
filthy things as if I were a common faggot! GOD, IT GAVE ME
SUCH A FUCKING BONER! I stared at his inviting, flexing, anus.
I ripped my shorts down, and stood there naked, stroking my
hard cock. I looked at Roger, and the wanton expression on his
face as he exposed himself so lewdly! The man was pure lust! I
got down and gobbled his asshole! Sucked that fucker out! Even
he was gasping.
   "OHH! EAT IT! AWWWW, TOMMY! I CAN FEEL YOUR TONGUE UP ME!"
   I should hope so! I had it stuffed up his ass as far as I
could shove it. He was tight...in that position. I wished it
loose. Damn, I wanted it to be so loose! I'd never fuckin' done
it before, and here I was wanting this man to open his asshole
up so I could lick up inside his stinky rectum! I was out of my
mind...with lust! WHAT A JOB!
   I did him. Man, I did him! I did him all the time. He did
me. He got so turned on that time that he stayed in that
position, ordered me to spit on my cock, and shove it up his
ass! I fucked him so hard we ended up falling into the tub!
Luckily, we slid in...more than falling in...and continued our
fuck under water!
   Let me say that fucking him, and seeing the reaction he
displayed by having my hard prick up his ass, caused me to have
only anticipation when he eventually suggested that I, virgin
boy, bend over to get my asshole reamed out. Roger fucked me.
   No. Let me put this way...Roger knew! Maybe he was straight
...maybe he was bi...maybe, whatever. All I know is, Roger
Atwater is a fucking ass-master! Getting fucked for the first
time, I instinctively knew what could be and should be...and
totally understood at the time that my anus was in the control
of a master fucker! I could have been wrecked. Ruined. Turned
off for all time. But when Roger Atwater puts his mouth on your
asshole, you know that he could never do anything to harm your
tender tissues...unless you want him to!
   "AW, FUCK ME, BOSS! RIP THE HOLE OUTTA MY ASS! OH, GOD,
WHAT A BIG COCK! STUFF IT IN THERE! SHOVE IT OUT MY COCKSUCKING
MOUTH!"
   Well, okay. So I got a little carried away. And if I didn't
beg for it that way, Roger worked my hole around until I did!
Ass-master! I wasn't supposed to be a sex slave, but all of a
sudden my mouth, hands, lips, cock, balls and asshole were at
his immediate command.
   Then I got a big dose of reality...just before I fell in
love. The traveling started. The interaction with his entour-
age. His behavior with people who clamored to be up close with
a powerful man.
   I can't begin to chronicle the last ten years, I can only
give you certain highlights to describe my life with Roger. I'm
just going to write them down as I remember them. They may not
be in order, but you have to realize I was completely under his
control by then.
   We got back to the Savoy just as the maid was finishing up.
Roger walked right up to her and shoved his hand under her
skirt. Knowing who he was, she smiled and lifted her skirt
higher, backing against the bureau. She sat up on it, and
spread her legs apart. She wore no panties. Roger knelt down
and stuffed several fingers up her wet twat.
   "Tommy! Come over here." When I got next to them, Roger
yanked his slimy fingers out. "Here, suck 'em!" He shoved them
into my mouth, making me lick the pussy juice from them! He
pulled down my zipper and pulled my prick out. Stroking it into
rigidity, he aimed it at the girl's mouth. She sucked me. Then
we all got naked and she sucked me some more while Roger fucked
her twat from -behind!
   Often, we'd be sitting around in a hotel room while Roger,
Arnold and several others were discussing business. One time,
when we were in South Carolina during a convention, we had
arrived late and had to settle on a unbearably small motel
room. The squalor and smallness of the place must have piqued
Roger's filthier emotions. The bathroom was just off the living
room/bedroom area, and Roger had been in there for a while.
Suddenly, he opened the door. He had no pants on, and he was
sitting on the toilet, smirking.
   "Hey, Arnold! I just took a big crap, man. Come on in here
and lick off my hole."
   Arnold looked around nervously at us and blushed furiously.
But he immediately obeyed. Entering the bathroom, he tried to
close the door, but Roger stopped him.
   "No. Let 'em watch! Lift my legs up and suck my shithole,
Arnie. Get down in there and sniff that crap! I tried to leave
a lot on there for you to smell and lick, man. Come on, lick my
shit!"
   Glancing to his side at us, Arnold nevertheless crouched
down and lifted Roger's legs up, as Roger rested back against
the tank, smiling. Roger looked at us.
   "Arnold's gonna lick the shit from my asshole. Watch. He's
good at it. Actually, he likes having me shit turds in his
mouth, but he'll settle for this." Then he turned and held
Arnold's face to his ass.
   We gaped at the sight, unable to look away. The bathroom
was so close to the table we were able to see that Roger really
had some crud on his asshole. But not for long. Arnold
swallowed his pride, and then he swallowed all the shit he
began to lick from Roger's smelly anus!
   "Oh, damn! Oh, damn!" Roger cried, in a teasing voice.
"Guess I wasn't finished after all, buddy! Open your mouth, I
got a little turdlet left!" Arnold opened his mouth. Roger
plopped a little turd from his asshole directly into Arnold's
mouth. Arnold took it, sucked it, then dropped it into the
toilet between Roger's legs. Then he had to lick the asshole
clean all over again. Wiping his tongue over his lips, he hung
his head and left the room.
   The others didn't say anything, but I was outraged!
   "ROGER, THAT WAS A FILTHY THING TO DO! That's carrying your
position too far, making that poor man do such a thing!" He
ignored me.
   He walked out of the bathroom, still naked from the waist
down. He was holding his pants, but he made no effort to put
them on. Instead, he walked before us, vulgarly stroking his
dick!
   "Who wants to blow me! Ted? John? Estelle? I got a big
prick boner fuckin' hardon...who wants my hot juice?!! Tommy?
You love sucking my huge cock! Somebody get me off!"
   Instantly, Ted got down on his knees and took the big thing
in his mouth, noisily slobbering all over it! Estelle looked at
me, smiling. "Don't worry, kid. Arnie loves it. The nastier the
better. I once saw Roger get up on the table and order Arnie to
suck a turd right out of his asshole! He whined just as much,
but got his mouth right up to it and took that hot turd in his
mouth. He didn't give a shit who was watching him...the more
the better!"
   "Quit jawboning, bitch. Get down there and suck off my
boyfriend!"
   She opened my pants and pulled them down and off, and sat
me back on the table. Soon, I'd forgotten the embarrassment.
She blew me while one of the vice presidents fucked her
asshole! Before I could come, Roger had moved up next to us. He
pushed her away, and lifted my legs up, exposing my asshole.
   "Rim him out, Ted! Suck my boyfriend's asshole." Then he
proceeded to yank the vice presi-dent's cock from Estelle's
rectum and stick it in his mouth! "Mmmm. Not too fucking bad...
but shove it into Ted's ass. I wanna taste some manshit!" I got
rimmed, while my rimmer got fucked. Then my...what the hell was
he? my boyfriend? my boss?...pulled the vice president's cock
from Ted's hole and cleaned it off! 'I leave the shit-eating to
someone else,' he'd said earlier. HAH!
   Sometimes Roger would order up a group of callgirls. He'd
get everybody in...get us all naked...then go around and suck
all the pussies while we watched. He'd line 'em up, and plug
their cunts and assholes. Constantly pulling his huge prick
out, he'd order a guy to come over and lick it for him. They
always did. I always did. But then, I was eager to do it. It
didn't matter that he paid me well, I was totally under Roger's
power-ful sexual influence by then.
   He sucked me and fucked me, and loved seeing guys service
me, and even seeing me sucking off and fucking other guys. But
he'd never tried some of the kinkier stuff with me. I
wonderered why, when he seemed to get his other employees to do
it so easily.
   Oh, yeah, he'd sucked a couple of pricks that I'd pulled
out of guys' assholes, and lots of 'em after I'd fucked a
chick's pussy, but never a prick that had been up my ass. I
couldn't figure that out, since he seemed to be so uninhibited
about doing such nasty things!
   At at hotel in Bonn, Roger took the bellboy in arm and
brazenly began to fondle his crotch! The youngster backed away,
alarmed but still courteous, until Roger flashed him a $100
bill. After taking a quick, hesitant look at me, the kid got
down and undid Roger's pants. He fished inside and drew out the
massive cock. His eyes lit up, and he went down on it! He
didn't hesitate at all when Roger pushed his mouth away and
turned around. The kid sucked his asshole, making it plain he
was willing to do anything for those American dollars! Or,
maybe just because Roger had such a delicious hole...I don't
know for sure. But I kinda figured it that way when he got the
boy to lick my ass while he fucked him! Then I sucked off the
bellboy, while Roger got down and sucked me.
   Arnie sniffed my ass a couple of times...at Roger's
direction. Just sniffing...no licking. Roger wouldn't let him.
He just wanted to tease the guy with the smell of my ass!
   "Don't that smell terrific? Bet you'd like to suck a hot
turd out of his ass, wouldn't you Arnold?" Even when Arnie
gasped that he certainly would agree to that, Roger laughed and
denied him. All with the sense that I didn't have a choice in
the matter.
   Roger did that to him several times. In Rome, along with a
slender street urchin whoreboy, he had Arnie teased so much he
was nearly foaming at the mouth! The four of us had been
sucking cock and asshole for a couple of hours. Roger started
teasing about turds and shit, and called up one of the hotel
callgirls. Roger fucked her, then had the boy fuck her ass
while Roger licked his prick and asshole.
   Before the boy came, he had him pull his prick from her ass
and stick it into Arnie's mouth. Arnold immediately backed
away. No dice. Roger licked the cock, and all over the boy's
balls, and even sucked the kid's jism from her anus after he
shot a load up her tail. And when Roger persisted, and
suggested that the girl take a shit in Arnie's mouth, he got
really upset and refused.
   "You don't pay me enough for that! I'll get on my knees and
suck just about anything you want, Roger. I lick your stinky
shit, and suck out your filthy asshole, but I'll never eat a
cunt's turd! I'll lay down. Right here. You can take a shit in
my mouth. You pay me, so you can do it. But I'll never let a
cunt do it! Fuck you, Roger! Eat your own shit from now on!"
   Roger ushered the girl from the room. He walked over to the
boy and started to finger-fuck him. A veteran whoreboy, the kid
didn't mind. He smiled, and shoved his ass back onto the
fingers.
   "Sorry, guy," Roger smiled at Arnold, "didn't know you were
so particular. Are you saying it's only my shit you like? I can
feel something up this boy's rectum. Sure you wouldn't like
it?"
   "I like..." Arnold gulped, "...yours, OK? I LIKE IT! I
FUCKIN' LOVE IT! I've never licked another guy's turd. Just
yours. First, because you pay me so much...and now, cause I
like it, you bastard! But nobody's money can get me to eat
cuntshit. That's final!"
   "She's gone, man. We're talking about Dominic, or Pascale,
or whatever the fuck his name is. Nice butt. Really making my
fingers sticky. Get your face over here, Arnie. I'm gonna pull
these sticky fingers out and I want you to lick 'em clean. Get
over here!"
   Arnold was watching the finger-fuck, absentmindedly licking
his lips. He hesitated slightly, then sighed and awkwardly
stumbled as he walked over to them.
   He went to his knees. "I...I don't know. I'll smell it. But
I never...just you, Roger! Just you."
   "Okay, Arnie. Just put your nose down here and sniff my
fingers. That's it...take a big whiff! Hot little boycunt,
isn't it? Now, I won't put you on the spot by trying to make
you admit something you don't want to...but let's try it this
way. This is one sweet little asshole I'm diggin' in. I want
you to lick my fingers. I want you to lick off his assjuice and
anything else I drag out of there, okay? I'm telling you to do
it! Here..." Roger yanked his slimy fingers out and put them to
Arnie's face. "Suck my fingers clean!"
   Arnold gasped, but didn't pull away. He sniffed the digits,
but made no motion to open his mouth. He just smelled, and
looked up at Roger.
   Roger got an evil sneer on his face. "I said lick 'em, you
shiteater! Gonna get this suckboy to take a shit. I felt a big
turd up there. I want to see his turd go in your mouth, Arnie.
I want that. What do you say?"
   Arnie reached up and pulled Roger's fingers into his mouth.
He licked them, then encouraged Roger to stick them back in.
Roger did, worming them around and opening up the kid's anus.
Arnie licked them as they plunged and retracted. Multilingual,
Roger whispered in the kid's ear in Italian. Nodding, the boy
agreed.
   "Yeah, oh this is gonna be hot! On your back, Arnie. Boy's
gonna take a shit for you. Lay down and open your mouth. I'll
keep working his hole loose...you keep licking on my fingers
and get ready to catch it. Hell, take it right down your throat
if you want. I mean...TAKE IT RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT YOU FUCK!
Come on, Tommy, get in on this. He's gonna suck turd. I'm gonna
hold the butthole open. You get down here and do some smelling
or something. At least watch!"
   I watched. Smelling was out of the question. I didn't have
much choice! It was exciting to see, and I verbally encouraged
Arnie to keep licking...and licking some more when that turd
started to come out!
   "Oh, that's wild!" I gasped. "Never seen it up close like
this before. You like it, Arnie? Go, man, lick his fuckin' turd
if you want! Damn, I'd do it, if I liked stuff like that.
That's a hot turd!"
   "So lick it if you want, Tom," Roger cooed. "Nobody here's
gonna mind! DO IT!"
   I didn't. I couldn't have if I'd wanted to...which I didn't
...because Arnie was licking the kid's turd like crazy! He
never did take it in his mouth and suck on it, but he sure as
hell licked the crap off of it...all the way til it finally
squeezed from the boy's hole. Then he licked the boy's hole,
banging into Roger's tongue because Roger was down there
licking at the kid's hole himself! I smelled it all, not in the
least self-conscious about doing it compared to what they were
doing!
   Arnie sat on my cock while Roger fucked the boy. The kid's
stinky turd layed nearby, and we could all smell it. Nobody
voiced any complaints, however. Not even me. Roger unloaded,
and pulled his prick out for Arnie to suck. Arnie immediately
sucked the cum and shit off, then attacked the boy's hole for
the rest! Then a surprise happened.
   I blew my load up Arnie's asshole. Arnie lifted off, and
Roger went right down on my prick! When Arnie scooted back, to
get out of Roger's way, that brought his ass back near my face.
I took hold of it, and began to lick my own cream from his
hole! But I only licked it up to a certain point. The point
being...when I started to it! I'd already cum, but there I
was...horny as hell...sucking my own jism out of his asshole.
And I loved the taste!

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