Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2008 10:15:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dick Love <apussyboy4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Commander Dick - Part Two - Centenniel Dance (gay,authoritarian)

Commander Dick -- Part Two
Centennial Dance
By Apussyboy

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Once again the standard disclaimers apply. This story is intended for adult
readers over 21 years old or whatever the legal age is in your locale. If
you are not of legal age or are offended by gay sexual or authoritarian
themes do not read this story.


Commander Dick had asked me to go out with him, not just to hang around at
the bowling alley, or some everyday thing like that, but for a special
night out. It was a dream come true. I mean even just the idea of getting
to hang out someplace for a whole evening with Dick would have been special
because it had never happened before. Dick lived clear across town in one
of the mansions on the wealthiest street in town. I had heard his family
was from 'old money'. His ancestors had come over on the Mayflower or
something like that, and his father was CEO of the factory that was the
biggest employer in town, so probably his family would not like the idea of
Dick hanging out with a peon like me. After all, my Dad worked on the
assembly line of the factory that Dick's father ran. People like that don't
socialize with the working stiffs they employ, or their kids.

When I had learned who Dick's folks were, I was surprised that he would
spend time with me at all, but he was the one who had arranged the time we
spent together twice a week after school, and I never missed an opportunity
to spend time with Dick. So, he saw something in me that made him want to
be my friend, and I saw something in him. The main thing for me was that he
was my 'Commander Dick'. I often wondered how he would feel if he knew the
way his being Commander Dick turned me on. How would he react if he could
see me laying on my bed when I got home from school with my pants down
around my ankles jerking off while I visualized my Commander Dick telling
me about how everyone in the world needed to bow down to him and submit to
his control?  I realized by this time, though, that by 'everyone' I really
meant me. To be truthful I did not want to share my Commander Dick with
anyone else. The rest of the world was just a part of the fantasy. I really
 believed that Commander Dick had the right to rule the world, but all I
really wanted him to do was boss my ass around and to rule 'my' world.

But in terms of the fantasy, it had finally come down to everyone. I had
recently written to Commander Dick advising him that once he became King of
America, for the benefit of people everywhere his conquest must continue
until he became Emperor of the World. Everyone should and eventually would
recognize that serving and obeying Commander Dick was the most important
thing in their lives, and that real happiness could only be found in
surrender to the authority of Commander Dick and recognizing him as Supreme
Ruler and Absolute Dictator. My prick was standing at attention the whole
time I was writing that letter to Commander Dick.

Recently, Commander Dick, asked me if I really believed all the things I
wrote to him, and I acknowledged I did, and emphasized that I did so
unconditionally.

"Would you like it if I elevated you from your lowly position as private in
my service, and made you my Lieutenant Commander because I am impressed by
your loyalty to me and the way you are dedicated to my mission?"

"Sir, I am grateful for your appreciation of my service to you, but I feel
that the further my position is beneath you, the further above me that puts
you who are Master of the Universe for me, the reason for my being. Rather
than Lieutenant Commander, Sir, I would be honored if you were to let me
know that you consider me your lackey, your flunky, and even your personal
servant and slave. You can own me if you desire, your Majesty, my Emperor,
my beloved Commander Dick"

"I believe you really mean the things you write to me especially because
you finally say them out loud to me as well, and even more emphatically
than in your letters. You do mean exactly what you write and what you say,
don't you, Private Raymond?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Then as a token of accommodating you I will make you a promise,
Raymond. You will never rise above the rank of Private even if you serve me
for a hundred years and remain my most valued follower, and no one else
will have the honor of polishing my royal boots or doing any of those other
things that will define your proper place beneath me".

This was the direction our conversations had taken on the eve of the night
of the Centennial dance and the alternative celebration of that august
occasion that Commander Dick had planned for the two of us.

When Commander Dick came by my house on the night of the dance, I was
practically walking on cloud nine. He was driving his Dad's Mercedes, and
when I got into the car, he reached over and pinned a pink carnation onto
the lapel of my white tuxedo jacket. I noticed that Dick was wearing a red
carnation.

"You are my date for tonight, Raymond, so I had to get you a flower", he
said, "I hope you don't mind. It's a masculine enough flower, the
carnation, but since you are taking the place that a girl might be expected
to have for tonight, I thought pink was most appropriate".

"It was very thoughtful of you, Sir".

"I know it was; besides it would never do to be dressed in a tux and not
have a carnation in your lapel. It's all right though. You really do look
lovely. You look just the way you should look on a special night like
this".

I wondered a little about Dick's remarks, especially about him referring to
me taking the place of a girl for that night, but I knew I shouldn't
comment. I was so happy to be going out with Dick that I don't think I
would have objected even if he had actually said I was his girlfriend. Dick
had now planted a new idea in my mind, and really the more I thought about
it, the less objectionable the idea that I might become Dick's girl seemed
to me.

Anyway, Dick headed for the Interstate and we rode about 45 minutes to the
next big city and when we got off the expressway, Dick headed into the
heart of the city to a restaurant where Dick had reservations for two for
dinner. There weren't many tables in this very quaint, and dare I say
romantic, cafe, but it was very private. We were the only ones dining.

We were too young to order wine, but the food was amazing, and the service
was just perfect. The waiter practically fell all over Dick. He just could
not please him enough. The dinner ended with the most incredible Viennese
pastries, and the most delicious coffee I ever had in my life. I just could
not help thanking Dick over and over for this wonderful meal and the great
time I was having.

"You'll have plenty of opportunity to show your appreciation", Dick said,
"But I do want you to have some idea how expensive this little repast has
been. The check for the two of us was way over a hundred bucks, but that is
not the half of it. I didn't want anybody at any of the other tables, so it
cost me another three hundred to have the place to ourselves for two hours"

I didn't know what to say. I was staggered by the thought that Dick would
spend that much money to take me out and even more by a guy my own age
having that kind of money to spend. This was at a time when the minimum
wage was still one dollar an hour, so just the dinner alone represented
over two weeks wages for a common laborer. It was more than some great
extravagance to me. It was a demonstration of Commander Dick's superior
position and station in life. I guess I might have thought that Dick's
gesture of telling me how much the meal had cost was somehow improper or
even vulgar, but I welcomed it as something he had to do. It was a
magnificent display of his power and an almost obscene demonstration of how
far beneath him his servant was. If I had come from the same caste as Dick
I certainly would have been insulted; but here I was, a working class
nobody, seated at table with the King whose domain I had myself
proclaimed...and all I could do is
 sit there with and foolishly smile and say "You really didn't have to".

"I don't have to do anything I don't want to do, Raymond, but when I want
to do something I always find a way to make it possible"..

"That's why you're my Commander Dick", I answered.

"Yes, and I will be your Commander Dick for just as long as I want to be,
and you will be whatever I want you to be for me. Isn't that so?"

"Absolutely, Sir....but can I ask you why you wanted the whole restaurant,
without anybody else coming in to eat while we're here. It hardly seems
worth paying all that extra money just to have the place to ourselves".

"I will explain that and some other things at the proper time. This is the
night I've planned and it will enfold according to my plans, so please
don't ask any more questions!"

"Okay. I know things have to be your way, Sir, so no more questions, Sir. I
promise.

"Good enough. So, now it's time to continue with my plans. As soon as I pay
the check we can be on our way".

We got back in the Mercedes. I was surprised when Dick held the car door
open for me, and closed it when I was safely seated inside.

He drove for almost a half hour without saying anything more until finally
we were on a very isolated country road where there were no street lights
and no other traffic.

It really was remote, and I found it dark and kind of spooky. Dick noticed
I was uncomfortable.

"You are wondering what we are doing way out here in the middle of the
woods, aren't you? Well, you don't have to worry. Commander Dick is here to
protect you from the big, bad bears that roam the mountains, and even from
the bogeyman. Remember I'm King of America, Emperor of the World, and you
can add Lord of the Universe to that. I'm frigging Superman, and you're
that freckled little faggot, Jimmy Olsen, or maybe you can be Lois Lane, it
all depends on which you would rather be....No, I take that back, it really
depends on what Commander Dick wants you to be...because, as you well know
by now, you are whatever I say you are. Isn't that right, Raymond?"

"Yes, Sir, that's right. I'm whatever you say I am".

"That's right! And what I say you are can change from day to day, or even
from one moment to the next. It all depends on what pleases me at the
moment. Take right now, for example; I choose to think of you as my
girlfriend. I took you to dinner out of town and reserved the whole
restaurant because you are a girl from the wrong side of the tracks, and I
belong to a very prominent family at the top of local society, and I can't
afford to be seen going out on the town with a low class girl, the daughter
of a common factory worker. So now you know why I paid extra to keep others
out of the restaurant tonight. I could not be seen interacting socially
with a lowlife like you"

It was like Dick had slapped me across the face when he called me a lowlife
and told me he couldn't risk being seen with me. Tears came to my eyes and
Dick noticed.

"You really are a girl. Look at you crying! Stop it, now, bitch! Yes, I
called you a bitch because one of the things I want you to be is my
bitch. I'm still your Commander Dick. That isn't over by a long shot, and
you are still my buddy too in whatever way I want you to be.  You need to
really get used to having this be my way, to having me be in total control,
to having me be your Master because that is what you have been looking for
and asking for, and how it's going to be from now on. You said you wanted
me to own your ass. You wanted to be my slave. Well that's how it's going
to be, bitch, from now on. And that's why we are out here in the middle of
the woods tonight, girlfriend!"

Dick kept staring at me; watching the tears run down my face. Finally, he
spoke again in a softer, gentler way: "You need to understand that whatever
I make of you is wonderful, and anything I use to describe you is
beautiful. Any name I call you is a precious gift when you consider the
source of it. You must always know this, Raymond. When your royal Majesty
speaks you must regard it as a blessing. Those who do not yet recognize who
I am may hear the words I bestow on my servant as insults, but to you when
I say `bitch' it's like I give you a jewel and if I say `faggot' it's a
medal you can wear proudly. Watch my lips pucker up when I say `asshole'
and send you that sweet word like a kiss. You are a lowlife, but you are
lifted up. You are a nothing who becomes a something just because Commander
Dick wraps you up with and absorbs you in his shadow. Never be
ashamed. Being my follower makes you so special that if you were a pile of
 dung those who know who I am would smell only the most fragrant perfume
when they came near you, even if your name was "Shit'. I want you to
treasure every word that passes my lips; no matter how ugly it sounds or
how I seem to spit it out, when it reaches you and does its intended work
it will be transformed into beauty, and it will make you special because it
will make you mine."

There was still a tear or two in the corners of my eyes, but my penis was
also hard. Dick had said he wanted me to be his bitch, and his girlfriend,
but he also made it clear he wanted me to be his slave. He was going to
'own my ass' is how he had put it and that excited me. He was right. It was
what I wanted and was looking for, and it got me all worked up. And his
speech was so powerful and convincing. It was also amazingly erotic. What a
succulent sound even a word such as `asshole' had when sounded by Commander
Dick's regal mouth.  My little cock was so-o stiff. I had a woody like you
wouldn't believe. I wondered if Dick noticed how excited I had become.

"Up ahead there is a dirt road where we can pull off and park. That's when
the fun begins!" Dick said, and there was a smirk on his face the likes of
which I had never seen before. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next,
but my hero and commander was still a mystery to me in some ways. He could
speak like a poet prince at one moment and in the next he could come across
like just another teenage boy looking to get his rocks off. Of course he
was above every one else in my world, but what was amazing and made Dick
even more fascinating was that, for all his greatness, he was still human
and very sexy.

After Dick came to a stop and turned the engine off, he looked over at
me. There were no street lights anywhere around, but it was a moonlit
night, so I could see Dick's face, and as my eyes traveled down his body I
could see him rubbing his crotch.

"You see where my hand is and what I'm doing, bitch? Well, it should be
your hand feeling your boyfriend's equipment". He grabbed my hand and put
it on his crotch. I could feel the heat coming through his pants. I liked
having my hand there, and I started rubbing and tracing the outline of his
prick with my index finger. His penis was stiff and it was pushing
upwards. Once I began playing with it through Dick's pants it become a real
boner and as it got harder it was really tenting his pants.

"That feels real nice, bitch. Now be a good girl and unbutton my pants and
pull the zipper down.....Rub my prick some more now. This time feel it
through my briefs".

There was no way I could disobey Commander Dick, and no way I really wanted
to. I was too excited by what Dick was ordering me to do to stop or even
object. I never thought Dick would humiliate me like he was doing by the
way he was talking to me and by what he was telling me to do. But I
remembered Dick's speech and began to savor the humiliation and become
excited by it. This was really what I had dreamed he would do and what I
had hoped for all through that time when I was helping to create Commander
Dick. Some people might have said that I helped to create a monster, but
that is not how it seemed to me. Commander Dick was my super hero. If he
wanted me to be his Jimmy Olsen or even Lois Lane I didn't mind. I'd be
whoever or whatever Dick wanted me to be because for me he was Master of my
Universe.

I opened Dick's fly and reached inside his underwear to reach his
boner. His cock was hard as a rock.

"It's really stiff, isn't it? You're the reason it's so fucking hard,
bitch. Do you know why that is? It's anticipation. My dick is waiting for
my bitch to put her mouth on it and suck it. I'm sure you like the idea of
being my cocksucker, don't you, faggot?"

"Yes, Sir, Commander Dick".

"I like that idea a lot myself. That prick you just pulled out of my pants,
and which you are holding, is my real second in command. The other dick
that is going to be commanding your attention from now on, cocksucker!  You
know I like that image of Jimmy Olsen blowing Superman. You look like that
little faggot in the comic books with your freckles and red hair, Raymond,
and I bet when you look at me you see Superman, don't you, punk?"

"Yes, Sir, Commander Dick. I see Superman, Batman, Captain America, every
super hero that ever was imagined rolled into one real live representative
of greatness and power. You are King, Emperor, Master of the Universe,
Sir. I never knew it could be like this. Life has become so wonderful. To
me you are the greatest man who ever lived. My life has no meaning except
to serve and obey you, Sir."

"That's right, and you're an asshole, but mainly you are my fucking cock
sucking bitch!  So, get to work giving me a blow job, dick breath!" And
with that remark, Dick put his hand on top of my head and pushed my face
down to within and inch of his rock hard royal prick.

"Look at it! See that nice clear drop of pre-cum right there on top of my
piss slit? Doesn't that look delicious, just like a drop of nectar from the
gods? It comes from your King, so it is nectar, wonderful and more
delicious than anything you ever tasted before. Go ahead, bitch. Stick out
your tongue and lick it off the head of my dick.....Go on! Do it now,
cunt!"

I looked at Dick's stiff penis and then looked up into his arrogant face
looking down on me and I felt overwhelmed by the humiliation of being in
the position I found myself, but I was also so turned on and so fascinated
by what was happening, that I was glad for it. This was what I had been
looking for, what I really needed to happen, and I was determined to submit
to Dick completely and obey him no matter what he demanded from me.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of Dick's prick. That glistening
drop of semen moved from Dick's prick onto my tongue. I looked up again
into Dick's face. He was smiling.

"Good little queer Jimmy Olsen! Go on and worship Superman's dick, you
homo! Get a good taste of the steel rod I'm going to use to screw the world
with. Imagine getting fucked by that prick, faggot. Don't worry; you'll get
the chance, cocksucker. It won't be long before you go from playing Jimmy
Olsen to Lois Lane.

"Go on, boy, lick that dick right up and down the shaft, just like Robin
does to Batman when Batman gets horny and parks the Bat mobile in the woods
so he can get a blow job.  Go on, show me what a devoted dick licker you
are. Make love to my commanding dick. It demands it!"

With Dick talking to me like he was, I got even more worked up. I licked
his cock up and down it's length, slobbering all over it. I loved Dick's
prick. I enjoyed licking it like it was made of candy, I could hardly
believe how much I needed and wanted to be doing this. I wanted to lick his
cock all night like a lollipop if he would let me. But this was just the
start of things. Dick wanted more. He ordered me to lick his balls and then
suck on them. They were sweaty, and had kind of a musky taste. I buried my
nose in Dick's scrotum and inhaled that wonderful aroma until it made me
high.

"Okay, faggot, it's time for you to start sucking my royal cock! Put your
lips around the head of my dick and take it in your mouth! That's the way,
punk!  Go down on it as far as you can....Ooh... that feels so good,
girlfriend. Slide up and down on my fucking joy stick!"

I really got in to sucking Commander Dick's prick. I took it all the way
down into my throat until I started to gag on it, and then slid back up
Dick's pole until only the head was in my mouth. I went up and down it with
a piston like motion, and then for a while I just sucked on Dick's cock
head and ran my tongue around the edge of his helmet shaped dick head. Once
in a while I stopped to do some more heavy dick licking. I licked his balls
some more and even sniffed and licked his pubic bush. I really made frantic
love to my Commander's dick until finally his whole body tensed up and he
shot wad after wad of gooey cum into my mouth, and when he commanded me to,
I swallowed it all and licked him clean after wards, getting all the drops
of jizz off his stomach and out of his pubic hair with my tongue, as Dick
ordered me to do. I imagined myself drawing strength and nourishment from
my Master's cum. It came from the leader of us all, the
 World's Emperor. What could be more delicious than Commander Dick's rich
imperial cream?

When the sex was over, Dick put his cock back in his pants and zipped them
up. I put it just that bluntly because after the royal climax and the flood
that came from the King's majestic prick, I felt my place as his bitch all
the more powerfully. I knew I was a commoner. I felt lower than dirt, but I
was also beginning to relish my new role as the King's servile whore, and
because I was so low something inside me, was it my soul, began to soar and
I felt truly connected somehow with Commander Dick's masculine humanity,
that raw sexual power, that links him to the rest of the world that is
becoming his dominion.  He could bully every servile fool on the planet
into submission, and I would joyfully be the loudest of those fools in my
adoration and celebrate the tightness of the bonds that held me captive to
my Master in servitude.

When Commander Dick first spoke afterwards, one would have thought he was
just and ordinary man. He was so down to earth.

"Yeah, this was a good date. Much better than any stupid dance would have
been. And the great thing is, I found myself the perfect girlfriend, and as
good a cocksucker as can be found anywhere. You make a good bitch, Raymond,
and an excellent faggot. I hope you are happy, dude, because I am
ecstatic. I could rule the world, but owning you puts me on top of it, and
that's all I really care about. So, what do you say? Do I own your ass
forever? I mean do you understand you're my property from now on, and there
is no getting out of it?"

"Yes, I understand, Sir. I don't want to get out of it ever, Sir. Like I
told you before I will be happy if you make me your slave".

"You got it, asshole! That is exactly what you are going to be, my fucking
slave....among other things. You are also going to be my nigger, boy! What
do you think of that?"

"Like you told me before, Sir, I will be whatever you want me to be,
whenever you want it! That's what it means to be your slave, Sir. It's what
you demand, but it's also what I need, deserve, and desire. Please, Sir,
make me serve and obey you. Don't ever set me free, and never let me escape
from your control even if I should change my mind".

"It's no longer your mind to change, slave, but don't worry, I will come up
with ways to make sure you can never get away from Commander Dick's
control. Your ass is mine, bitch! Get used to it.

(End of Part Two)