Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2012 09:42:01 +0100
From: Josh Armstrong <josharmstrong2007@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck Boy - Chapter Three

Fuck Boy - Chapter Three

NOTES: And here we go with Chapter Three! I hope you enjoy. And do drop me
a quick email if you like what you read - or if you have any suggestions -
your messages always motivate a quicker next chapter! Email
josharmstrong2007@gmail.com.

Before we begin this instalment, a special message for any subs reading
this story. Before proceeding with this chapter, you should do the
following: strip completely naked and stand with your legs about a metre
apart, so your cock and balls hang freely.

Then bend your knees slightly, so your feel your ass crack open a little,
but keep your back completely straight. Then put your right hand behind
your head and push your elbow back as far as it will go, so that it aches a
little and your pit is fully exposed.

Then put your left hand onto your left ass cheek so the tips of each finger
are sitting inside your crack and push your middle finger quickly and
firmly into your hole, so that the complete finger is inside. And, to
complete the pose, stick your tongue out as far as it will go and try
reciting the line "I'm a cocksucker" a few times over.

Now, stand like that for a few minutes. First, because this is how I like
my subs to stand. And second, because that way you'll be able to properly
empathise with Fuck Boy, who had been standing this way for just over 45
minutes when I returned to my flat that Saturday afternoon, during our
first real world encounter. I'd only gone to the local shop to get some
cigarettes and milk, but I took my time about it.

When I got back to the flat I made sufficient noise so that the boy cunt
would know I had returned, but I left him on his own in the play room for
another half hour while I checked some of the video footage that had been
filmed while I was away. I'm pleased to report that Fuck Boy stayed
standing in his fuck boy pose all the time I was out. He shook a few times
and moved his tongue around more than I'd like, but he didn't try to
straighten his legs, shuffle his feet or substantially move in anyway.

Of course it's possible he'd worked out he was being filmed - given I'd
already admonished him for things he'd done while in that room on his own -
but I like to think he'd have stood that way for over an hour anyway, if
only in a bid to make up for all his earlier fuck ups.

Of course keeping your fuck boy in bondage can be entertaining, but I find
watching them adopt an uncomfortable and embarrassing pose for a sustained
period of time voluntarily even hotter. I grabbed a few still shots from
the video footage so far and sent them to Fuck Boy's email address, which I
then checked on his smartphone, so I could set a particularly good close up
of his dick to be his wallpaper. Then I downed another beer and returned to
the play room for phase two.

By the way, sub readers, if you did the pose for me like I asked, you can
now get dressed. Or perhaps it would be more fun if you stayed naked, and
kept that finger up your ass, for the duration. It's up to you. Though
don't forget, a good fuck boy would always lick that finger clean once he
was done. And maybe send his master a few photos of himself in full pose,
just to prove he'd done as he was told. These were both things Fuck Boy
would soon learn to do as standard.

"Do you need to piss", I asked as soon as I returned to the play room. He
seemed slightly surprised by my sudden arrival in the room. Stupid
fucker. I had taken another beer, a short length of rough rope and his
three clean pairs of boxers in with me. I placed them each on the floor.

"Ess errrr" he replied, having finally learned that the tongue stays stuck
out until I say so.

"Good" I replied. "Right, let's make a few alternations. First, you can
straighten your legs and pull your tongue in". He did so, showing a certain
relief in his face as he was able to refresh his tongue with saliva. Though
that relief wasn't accompanied by any thanks. I slapped his face hard.

"I think you meant to say thank you".

"Thank you sir for letting me pull in my tongue" he responded quickly, the
fear more obvious that the pain in his voice.

"OK, now take your right hand and put it on your ass like you left hand is,
so that the tips of your fingers are in your smelly crack".

"Yes sir, thank you sir" he quickly responded, somewhat sycophantically. I
ignored the boy and walked behind him instead. I looped the rope around his
left wrist and knotted it, and then around the right wrist too, tying them
together. There was quite a bit of slack between the two hands (there
needed to be if the fingers were staying inside his crack), but I made sure
when I looped the rope around the wrists that I pulled it tight. Partly so
it hurt a little, and partly because this was probably his first time he'd
had his hands tied together, and tightness would enhance the fear.

I moved back in front of the bitch.

"OK. I've got here your three clean pairs of boxers. Pair one, pair two and
pair three". As I said this, I held each pair up. "Which is your
favourite?".

He thought for a few seconds, then responded "the blue pair".

"OK". I dropped the blue pair on the floor in front of him and threw the
other two pairs to the side of the room. "Step inside these".

He stepped forward, closing his legs a little, and inserted his feet into
the leg holes in the boxers. I crouched down in front of him, giving his
balls a couple of firm flicks as I did, and then pulled the boxers up to
his waist. They were rather stretched once in place, partly because at the
front his dick had become fully hard again - probably aided, a little at
least, by the ball flicks I'd just delivered, the perverted queer - and
partly because they had to accommodate both his hands at the rear, they
being placed on his ass cheeks still, with his fingers placed tightly in
his crack.

Once the boxers were in place I grabbed an old tin bathtub that I kept in
the corner of the playroom and dragged it towards Fuck Boy. It was a metal
oval shaped tub, about a metre in diameter, so that an adult could just
about sit in it. Something like this might have been used in front of a
fire in Victorian times, though these days it would be more likely used for
washing a pet dog in the garden. Or for washing a pathetic fuck boy in the
street, perhaps. I'd bought it at an antiques fair a few years earlier.

"Step in this" I ordered. Fuck boy complied.

"OK, if you need to piss, piss".

The Fuck Boy looked confused.

"I said piss". Still confusion.

I walked towards the flip chart the fuck up was still facing and wrote
"disobeying simple orders, 25 faults". "Get it now?" I asked. "Fucking piss
your pants, and thank me for the privilege, you ungrateful cunt".

"Sorry sir, I'm really sorry sir, thank you for letting me piss sir" he
grovelled.

"Then do it".

His face grimaced as he focused his energies on pissing into his
boxers. The confusion, or possibly a new bout of fear, had caused his
erection to subside slightly, which probably helped. A dark circle began to
appear in the front of his boxers as his semi-hard cock started to piss.

The wet patch grew as did the speed of his pissing, and soon most of the
front of his boxers were the darker shade of blue, and then, the fabric now
saturated, actual piss formed at the bottom of the shorts and started to
run down his legs, making a clattering sound as it hit the metal tub
below. Brilliant.

It was a long piss, which wasn't surprising, given how much of my piss he
gulped down earlier. It's hard to tell exactly how much piss came out of
his pathetic half hard sorry excuse of a dick, but his puddle covered most
of the base of the tub, even though quite a bit of it had been soaked up by
the boxers or was stuck to his legs.

I watched intently. His face showed concentration at first, and then
embarrassment. He'd presumably not expected to be standing in front of me,
half naked, finger up his own ass, pissing his own boxer shorts, while his
sorry liquids clattered onto a metal tub below. Stupid cunt.

Once he was done I said "well?" He got the hint.

"Thank you sir".

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for letting me piss my pants".

"It's a pleasure". I walked behind him, grabbed the waistband of his boxers
- they were still dry at the back - and yanked them down. They initially
got caught on his still semi-hard cock, but a sharp pull and I got them
down to his ankles. I then put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him
down too, so that he was kneeling in his own piss puddle in the
old-fashioned metal bathtub.

Then I drank some beer, removed my own trousers and shorts, and walked
round in front of him, so his face was directly aligned to my junk. I was
semi-hard myself - watching the pathetic fuck boy piss himself had been hot
- so I positioned myself so my cock head, now pushing out of my foreskin,
was just an inch or so from his mouth.

"Kiss my cock".

He leant forward and gave my dick a brief kiss".

"Now kiss it properly, so your tongue tickles my piss slit". He complied.

"Tell me more about your flatmate, what's his name?"

He looked up at me. "Mike sir".

I slapped his face hard. He flinched but didn't make a noise. "You keep
your eyes on my cock. Now, does Mike know you are a filthy queer?"

"No sir".

"Does he know you lust after his cock?"

"No sir".

"Shall I send him a photo of you sucking my dick?"

"No sir, please sir, don't do that sir".

"Well, you'd better behave then, hadn't you? Because I've got your phone in
the other room, and I'm guessing his mobile number is in there. And I know
for a fact there's several photos of you naked on your phone already,
because I put them there".

"Please sir, please - I'll behave sir".

"Good. Though let's hope you know how to give a good blowjob, because if
it's not up to scratch, then I might just consider that bad behaviour, and
then perhaps I'll send Mike an MPEG of you pissing yourself. Because you
know everything that happens in this room is on camera, don't you?"

"Yes sir, I thought so sir".

"Right. Then you'd better be a good cocksucker. What was the name of the
guy you sucked before?"

"Ben, sir".

"And is he the guy that sucked on your sorry excuse of a dick?"

"Yes sir".

"And does he know that, not only are you a filthy queer, you're also a
pathetic fuck boy who likes drinking piss and having his balls flicked and
his ass spanked?"

"No sir".

"Well then - perhaps I'll send him the pissing video too, if this blowjob
isn't up to scratch. Right, you can start by begging".

Fuck boy looked up at me with yet another confused face. I slapped him
again. "One, you sorry piece of shit, I told you to keep your eyes on my
dick, and two, why aren't you begging to suck me off. One more fuck up and
that video's going to everyone in your mobile's address book".

He quickly dropped his head and began begging. "Please sir, please, let me
such your cock. I want to suck it, I need to suck it, your cock is the
greatest cock ever, and I'd love to suck it right now". It was pathetic,
but kind of cute too.

I lifted my cock and stepped forward, so my balls were now in front of his
mouth. "Start with my balls. Bathe them with your tongue, but talk to them
too, tell them how great they are".

He gave both my balls a cursory lick and then began the worshipping. "Oh,
sir's balls, you are the greatest balls in all the world, I love you".

"More licking" I snapped. He began licking my ball sac all over. "More
worshipping" I added. "Thank you for letting me lick you, you awesome
balls" he declared between licks.

After a couple of minutes of this I pushed his head back and turned 180
degrees. "OK, now my ass hole. Get your tongue in there, and give it some
worshipping".

There was a moment's hesitation. I could tell the boy had never rimmed
another guy before, and that the idea of sticking his tongue in an asshole
was a major turn off. But the thought of that piss tape going out to his
friends and family was presumably at the centre of his mind, because within
a few seconds his tongue was between my sweaty cheeks, and a few seconds
later he'd found and entered my hole.

It's wasn't an especially good rim job, but thinking about what must be
going through the fuck boy's mind as he licked ass for the first time was
pleasurable in itself. While my ass was certainly sweaty, I'd not shit
since my last shower so it would be basically clean. I wouldn't always be
so generous, but - while I was certain this boy would have the taste of my
shit in his mouth before he left my flat tomorrow - I intended to stick my
commitment to not force him to eat excrement. Mainly because it would be
more fun making him beg me for it.

"You are the best ass I have ever tasted" fuck boy said, in his final bit
of asshole worshiping. Of course that wasn't really a compliment, this was
almost certainly the first ass he'd ever tasted. I made a mental note to
add that slip up onto the faults list.

I pushed his head back, span round. "OK, fuck boy, suck my dick".

It was a simple enough command, and he quickly complied. Well, he put his
mouth over my cock head, moved forwards a couple of inches, and then back
again. Gravity meant that my dick rubbed against his tongue, though he was
making little other effort beyond the bobbing of his head back and
forwards.

And as my dick grew to full length (the situation was turning me on, even
if this pathetic cock sucking wasn't) less and less of it was getting
sucked, percentages wise.  Though as my dick fattened out more of it got to
rub against his mouth, and he managed to keep his teeth out of the
way. Presumably he'd learned that much when sucking this Ben queer. I
thought about Ben some more, and wondered if he too was a fuck boy in
waiting. Probably. While I thought about it some more, I let this fuck boy
play for a couple of minutes, as he delivered what he presumably believed
to be a blow job.

"OK, ok, that's enough" I said, pushing his head off my cock. "That, my
boy, is one shit blow job. Really I should go text that piss video to
everyone you know. But I'm going to do you a favour, two in fact. Tomorrow,
I'll teach you how to give a proper blow job. But now, I'm really horny and
I just want to cum, so you are going to open your mouth as wide as it will
go, and take my full dick into your throat until I ejaculate, and then
you'll swallow everything you get. You won't be able to breath much but
that's fine, just don't pass out or make any silly noises. I'll do all the
work".

"Yes sir" he said, sounding miserable, presumably because of his failure as
a cocksucker, and not out of fear for the brutal face fuck that was
incoming, because I doubt Ben had ever fucked his face this way. "Open wide
then" I said.

He compiled, and I pushed my dick into his mouth, holding on to the back of
his head. I quickly hit the back of his throat, which resisted like you'd
expect with any deep throat virgin. But I kept pushing, the boy's gagging
putting pressure onto my horny dick and giving me the pleasure the boy
himself had failed to deliver. A few seconds later my cock head got
through.

Once I was fully in I kept my dick inside the boy for twenty seconds. I
could tell he was panicking as he desperately tried to breath, but to his
credit he didn't try to push back or stand up. After twenty seconds I
pulled out so only my cockhead was in his mouth. Though he only had a brief
reprieve, because I was back in his throat within seconds.

Credit where it's due, it was a nice little face fuck. Though the credit
should go to me, of course, because I did all the work. But the fuck boy
provided a fairly decent hole, and while he gagged everytime I invaded his
throat, I liked the gagging - it's the one thing an experienced cocksucker
often fails to offer.

If I'm being honest I could have cum within a few minutes, but I chose to
go for fifteen, keeping it pretty full on brutal throughout. This way the
fuck boy would pay extra attention during his blow job lesson the next day,
because he'd know that getting better cock sucking skills was more for his
benefit than mine - I can get off either way.

But after fifteen minutes I sped up for a few thrusts and started
cumming. There was a lot of spunk to be unloaded - this had been quite a
horny day. I pushed in deep for the first three shots, then unleashed two
more into his mouth so he could taste me, and then left one last one for
his face. Then I was done. To be fair, given he'd never swallowed at the
end of a blow job before, he took my cum in its entirety without even
grimacing. Then again, he'd admitted to eating his own cum before (and I
assumed he meant other than when I forced him to on his audition tape), so
he was probably used to the taste. Nasty fucker.

"Now, lick me clean, but be careful here, a master's cock head is sensitive
after cumming. Lick too hard, and I'll rub you dick head clean with wire
wool". He got the message, and lightly licked the remaining cum off my
dick.

"OK" I said after a couple of minutes licking, lifting up my dick out of
the way again, "these guys just gave you lunch, and I think they need
thanking".

Fuck boy quickly moved his tongue to my balls and started kissing and
licking them, while saying things like "thank you sir's balls for the
wonderful lunch you just provided me".

"OK, enough" I said, letting my cock drop. It slapped his face. "Open up,
time for your after lunch drink". I quick pushed my cock back into his
mouth and started to let out another river of piss. This time I didn't hold
back, and there was no way he could keep up, so most of it spilled out of
his mouth, down his torso, and into the metal tub below. But that was
fine. I liked the splashing noise it made.

When I was done I told him to get the final drops out of my piss slit with
his tongue. Then I put pressure on his head and pushed him downwards. "OK,
fuck boy, get on your side, time for a little nap". I pushed him so that he
was on his side in the fetal position, lying in about an inch of his own
and my piss in the cold metal tub.

I reached down to his feet and pulled the now fully piss soaked boxers off
his feet, and then knocked open his mouth and pushed as much of the boxers
as would fit inside. I then wiped my hands clean in that bit of his hair
not already soaked in piss. His cock was now fully hard again. I gave it
three hard flicks, and three more on his balls.

Leaning by the wall, over where the bathtub usually lived, I had a sheet of
wood big enough to cover the tub in its entirety. The old tub had some
dents in its rim, so the lid wouldn't fit completely tightly, letting some
air in, but it would be dark, confined and warm. And would soon stink of
piss.

"OK, time for you to get some rest. When I get back, those boxers better
still be in your mouth, and that finger up your ass, or everyone in Fuck
Boy's address book will be getting a nice little video of his face being
fucked, and then his balls will get a serious beating. Understand?"

Fuck boy nodded his head as well as he could in this position, and with
that I placed the wooden lid on to the tub, locking the sorry cunt in
place. "Sweet dreams" I said, before stamping my left foot on the lid hard,
causing the tub to shake a little and the piss in side it to slosh around
the fuck boy. One day I'd remember to get a night vision camera and to
somehow install it in the piss tub. But for now I'd just have to imagine
how his face looked as he lay there in his small, pissy prison.