Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2008 08:29:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Dick Love <apussyboy4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Commander Dick - Part Four - The Big House (gay authoritarian)

Commander Dick - Part Four
The Big House
by Apussyboy

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author at apussyboy4u@yahoo.com

(The standard disclaimers apply. This story is intended to be read only by
adults and persons who are not offended by sexually explicit gay
authoritarian stories. If you are over 21 or whatever the legal age is in
your locale and do not find material of this nature offensive, you are
welcome to continue reading. If not, do not read any further.)

I was still very upset and worked up after my verbal excoriation by Dick's
father in the drawing room of the Stanton family mansion. Even the hug Dick
now gave me did not stop me from shaking, and my vision was still blurred
by my tears. But my little pecker was standing up in my pants, stimulated
by the shame I had been made to feel so forcefully by Harold Stanton,
Dick's father, with his overbearing manner, the withering looks he gave me,
and the harsh lecture to which he had subjected me. I was relieved to be
out of that somber room with its dark wood paneling where I had been
summarily called on the carpet and verbally castigated as a thief and a
low-class offender.

I could still see Mr. Stanton standing over me and looking down on me. He
was handsome in a fierce and arrogant way. He was obviously used to
controlling and dominating all those over whom by fate and fortune he had
come to have power. I wondered if perhaps even my Commander Dick might
sometimes fear this imposing man who I was sure was used to having
everything his way or else there would be hell to pay.

There was no doubt in my mind that I would do everything Harold Stanton had
ordered me to do, even to confessing to my own parents how I had stolen
Dick's watch and how I now had to quit school and go to live as a servant
for Dick Stanton, and perhaps for the rest of the Stanton family as well,
in the big house that stood like a fortress on the highest hill that looked
down upon our town. I was going there as a criminal in shame as if I were
going off to prison, and worst of all I now knew I really was guilty. Dick
had told me I was a thief and by now I believed this story with all my
heart. But what was even crazier, when I thought of myself as having fallen
into a pit of degradation and as being made to answer to names like
'faggot', 'cocksucker', 'bitch', 'girlfriend' , and now 'thief' it got me
so sexually excited I could hardly stand it. Nothing seemed to turn me on
like humiliation and the anticipation of getting punished.

Dick took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears from my eyes. Then he
took my hand and held it fast as he led me up a massive marble staircase to
the second floor of the mansion. The way Dick held my hand and compelled me
to go with him where he willed it made me feel like a small child, or a
girl submitting to an overbearing boyfriend's will.

I followed Dick into a bedroom that I knew had to be his. There were
pictures of Mickey Mantle and Joe DiMaggio and a NY Yankees pennant on one
wall. While on another wall, Playboy centerfolds of nude women, that must
have been a turn-on for Dick to look at, had been pinned up.

" Are you surprised by the pictures on my wall? Well, don't be! I'm not a
fucking queer like you, faggot. As you can see I like girls. That's why,
amongst other things you have to be one for me when I want you to be. I'm
not at all interested in what you got between your legs, bitch, but you
better love my cock because, even though there are lots of ways you are
going to be of use to your Commander Dick...you being of service to my
prick, your other commander dick, will always be of utmost importance. And
I think it's cool treating you like a girl, taking your manhood away from
you makes me feel even more strongly how much you belong to me. You still
love being my bitch, don't you, Raymond?"

'Yes, Sir. You know I do".

"Well, that's great, because it's time you gave me head again, bitch. Undo
my belt and open up my pants, you slut!......Now pull 'em down and my
briefs too.....That's good. Now suck my cock, you cunt!

I began to give Commander Dick another blow job. I really got into sucking
his cock and licking his balls. At one point I looked.up into his face as I
was sucking his cock. He was looking down at me with an intense, serious
expression on his face.....but suddenly his expression changed. There was a
grin and his eyes were twinkling. He raised up one arm and shot me a bird,
his middle finger pointing upwards in the universally recognized sign for
'fuck you'

My own little dick shot up almost instantly as if to mimic Dick's
finger. For some reason I always got turned on when a guy gave me the
finger.

"That's for you, bitch!", Dick said with a smirk on his face, and he took
his fuck finger and started rubbing it across my forehead, and then up and
down each side of my nose. He poked my chin with it, and then pressed it
into each one of my cheeks hard enough to hurt, before rubbing it across my
lips. I had released his prick from my mouth almost without realizing it
and was following Dick's middle finger with my eyes. almost as if it was
one of those pendants mesmerizers swing in front of the eyes of a subject
they are attempting to hypnotize. As I followed his finger with my eyes, it
seemed to me that I could feel Commander Dick's power surge through my body
as if it were electricity. Nothing else in the world mattered to me at that
moment. I was frozen in time with my gaze focused like a laser beam on my
Master, my King, Lord of the Universe, my Commander Dick.

Dick rubbed his fuck finger across my lips harder than the first time, and
then pushed it between my lips and into my mouth. "Suck my fuck finger just
like it's another prick, faggot. That's it, get it nice and wet". Dick
shoved that finger in and out of my mouth, just as if he were fucking my
face with it.....Then he pulled it out, and made me suck on his other
middle finger, while he moved the first one to the crack in my ass, and
started rubbing it against my hole, until finally he began pushing it
inside me.

"I bet this is the the first time my girl gets finger fucked...Well, you
better get used to it, bitch, because right now its my fuck finger being
shoved up your pussy, but pretty soon it will be my big, stiff prick
fucking your hot hole".

My virgin hole was very tight, and it hurt a lot at first to have Dick
poking his finger up inside it. I thought about what he had just said about
how he was going to fuck me. I couldn't imagine how I could take his prick
inside me, when it was so difficult getting fucked by Dick's finger.....But
after a while it stopped hurting. It started to feel really nice having
Dick work that finger in and out of my asshole. Then, he added a second
finger, and went through the same process. Dick was beginning to open up my
asshole and get it stretched out in anticipation of shoving his cock up my
butt, and giving me a real ass fucking.

Dick added a third finger and then a fourth before he finished finger
fucking my ass, which he kept referring to as if he were really talking
about a girl's vagina. "Your pussy is nice and wet after all the fucking
I've been doing with my fingers, bitch. Nothing like a good pre-fuck with a
guy's hand to get a bitch ready for her boyfriend's big prick. But just to
make sure you are lubed up good enough before I pop your cherry, I'm going
to shove some Vaseline up inside your pussy so my dick will slip inside you
nice and easy".

Dick kept talking like I really was a girl. Of course there was no cherry
to pop, and I rather doubted his cock, which was now as hard as a steel
rod, was going to just slip inside my ass, but I did appreciate the verbal
reassurances Dick gave me, as well as the extra lubrication to make the
first fucking I ever got a little easier.

Before Dick stuck his finger into the Vaseline jar, he began to rub that
fuck finger in my face again. This time it was a more obscene and
humiliating act than the first time because I could smell my own ass juices
on Dick's finger from the recent finger fucking he had given me. He also
pushed against my face harder with his finger than he had the first time
and called me names like 'slut', 'pussy' and 'whore' while he was doing
it. But it was even more humiliating when Dick insisted I open up my mouth
and made me suck the ass slime off not only his middle finger, but each one
of the other fingers he had stuck up my ass.

"Tastes good, doesn't it bitch? I had to get my fingers clean before I
dipped them in the Vaseline. But I bet you like your eating the slop from
your own pussy. Not as sweet and delicious as Commander Dick's cum, but
still something good for a bitch like you to eat. Just to be sure....which
would you rather eat...the pussy juice from your faggot ass or my dick
snot?"

"I'd rather eat your cum anytime, Sir"

"Why...because it tastes good or because it's stuff that comes from me?"

"Mostly because it comes from you, Sir. It's almost like you made it
special just for me. If it comes from you and you give it to me....I really
have to appreciate it, Sir".

"Is that right? Close your eyes and open your mouth wide, bitch!"

I did what Dick said, and felt his hot breath on my face as his mouth came
close to mine. I thought he was about to kiss me.

"You can open your eyes now', Dick said, and as I looked into his face, I
saw him pull in his cheeks and pucker up his lips just before....he spit a
big glob into my mouth. "Eat that, bitch. That slimey wad of spit also
comes from me, faggot. Swish it around in your mouth so you get the full
flavor of my spit....Good little bitch! Now swallow that spit I made
especially for my faggot girlfriend!"

I was surprised When Dick spit in my mouth, and I know I should have been
revolted. How can somebody take having a guy spit in his mouth and then
follow orders to swish it around and get the full taste of it, and then
have to gulp it down; and all without gagging and retching and getting
sick. I was thinking to myself how horrible and disgusting it was to have
to eat spit, while at the same time getting another erection from having
Dick degrade me like that. And, to be honest, I didn't really mind the
taste of Dick's spit.  A wave of shame rolled over me, as I thought about
how much of a lowlife I must be that I not only did not object to Dick
spitting in my mouth, but that my prick even got stiff. How sick was
that...me getting excited by a guy not just spitting on me but directly
into my mouth. That was so gross!

I guess Dick noticed the frown I had on my face, and knew that I was upset
by what had just happened. "You'll be swallowing at lot more of my
spit...and more of my cum. You will take whatever I give you and not just
like it, but love it, because your Master made it and gives it to
you. Anything that comes from me is a treasure, and don't you ever forget
that bitch. Now turn back around! I'll put a pillow underneath you so your
ass will stick right up in the air. It's time my girlfriend gets a good
fucking."

Dick positioned himself so he could put the head of his dick right up next
to my asshole, and started to push his cock against it. Even after the
finger fucking, my hole was closed real tight. It didn't want to let Dick's
prick inside. Dick told me to relax and push outwards to meet his cock as
he pushed inwards, and it did actually make it easier. His dick began to
penetrate beyond my sphincter. "Don't worry, I'll take things slow. I know
it's your first time getting screwed, but once you can take it I'll fuck
your brains out"

Dick kept both sides of that promise. He pushed his cock in a ways and then
part of the way out again, giving my butt hole time to loosen up some; and
then he would push it in a bit more, until it was finally in all the way
and I had acknowledged that it was finally starting to feel pretty good
while he rested with his hard cock buried in my hole. Dick laid on my
back. I could feel his hot breath on my neck....and then, he really started
to ride me, pulling his prick almost all the way out and then plunging it
deep inside. He began to pump it in and out more and more rapidly, slamming
his big balls against my butt every time he shoved his cock all the way
in. His breathing got heavier and faster and finally Dick's whole body
stiffened as he shot spurt after spurt of hot cream up inside me. When he
finally pulled out, I knew I had been fucked. I didn't know it then but my
asshole would be sore for several days after. Dick made me suck his cock
clean, and
 use my tongue to wash his balls and pubic hair, but once I did that he let
me lay with my head resting on his shoulder until we were both rested up,
and then he told me to dress him. "You're my servant now, Raymond, so
dressing me is one of your duties".

I sat on the end of the bed and pulled first one sock, then the other onto
Dick's feet. Then I picked up Dick's boxer shorts off the floor and slid
them up Dick's body. When they reached his ass, I put my hands under his
butt to help lift it up off the bed, so I could slide his shorts the rest
of the way up. After that I helped Dick put on his jeans and his t-shirt;
and finally, I put on his sneakers for him and laced them up. When Dick was
all dressed, he ordered me to put my clothes on too. It was time, Dick told
me, to show me around a little more.

First, he showed me his bathroom, which was bigger than my bedroom at
home. It had a marble floor and a sunken bathtub the size of a small
swimming pool. I noticed all the fixtures were gold, or at least gold
plated. It was the most beautiful bathroom I had ever seen.

Then, Dick showed me the large walk-in closet where all his clothes were
hung. I noticed that there were dozens of pairs of pants, and a least one
hundred shirts. There were many suits and sports jackets too. But what
caught my eye most where the shoes. There were several pair of designer
sneakers, at least a dozen pair of loafers and dress shoes in different
styles and colors, and all kinds of boots. There were engineering and
motorcycle boots, dessert boots, and five or six pair of cowboy
boots. There were even jack boots and Doc Marten's. I couldn't help telling
Dick how impressed I was by his boot collection.

"That's cool", he answered, "because you are going to be in charged of
cleaning and polishing all those boots, and my shoes too. You are going to
be both my shoe shine boy....and my bootlicker; but there will be time
enough for that. I have one more place to show you".

Dick led me out of the closet and over to another door in his room that
looked like it might be yet another closet. Dick took his key ring out of
his pocket and unlocked the door.

"This is a very special place, Raymond. It's your new room", Dick said as
he opened the door. Then, he gave me an unexpected shove into the
room. "This is your place in this house; your slave quarters or your
cell. Notice how appropriately its furnished."

I looked around. There wasn't much in the way of furniture, and the walls
were all painted gray. The floor was made up of large, square ceramic
tiles; also gray, although a lighter shade than the walls. The bed was
nothing but a metal shelf suspended from the wall by chains with a thin
mattress placed over it and a green army blanket folded up on one end and a
pillow at the other. The was a small plain wooden chest of drawers on one
wall, and a wooden school desk with attached seat on another wall. Above
the chest, a large unframed photo of Commander Dick had been hung on the
wall. The picture had been positioned so that Commander Dick was staring
across the room at the metal bunk with a severe, piercing glance. I
noticed, though, that no matter where you were in the room the eyes in
Dick's picture would follow you. In one corner of the room there was a
toilet and a sink. I could visualize Commander Dick staring down from the
wall at me even while I
 was sitting on the toilet.

There were no windows in this cell, which really looked as uncomfortable
and uninviting as any prison cell I could imagine. Although, by the bare
light bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling I could see that
however stark the room was, at least clean in the way better kept up
institutions can be; complete with at he pungent smell of disinfectant.

"I hope you like your new home, Raymond. You even have a nice, big picture
of your Commander Dick to add some atmosphere. It also gives you something
to meditate on. Do you like it?"

"The picture is wonderful, Sir, and the accommodations are no more than a
thief deserves".

"Right, asshole! I wanted you to feel as if you were in jail; but I also
wanted you to have a nice quiet place away from the distractions of the
world where you would be able to focus your thoughts and fantasies on your
Commander Dick. that's why there is no TV or radio in your cell. there
isn't even a clock or a window to stare out from. It doesn't matter whether
there is anything going on outside, or even whether its night or day....for
my slave there is nothing important to focus attention on except the all
powerful, all consuming Dick.

I think I will leave you here for a while so can get more intimately
acquainted with your new quarters. There is a lot that needs to sink in!
I'll see you later, faggot. Ta Ta!"

Almost before i knew it, Dick was out the door and I heard the key turn in
the lock. I was alone in my cell in the big house.

(End of Part Four. Please contact the author with your comments or whatever
at apussyboy4u@yahoo.com )