Bobs Boy Toy

By moc.loa@1namhbL

Published on Sep 24, 2001

Gay

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

Bob's Boy-Toy (part 6)

Bob's control over me grew, day by day and week by week. Regularly, I was pimped out to his friends, or just anyone who he wanted me to submit to. Sometimes I'd go to meet them, sometimes they would come to the house, sometimes it was pre-arranged, and sometimes a spur of the moment reaction. I've been with 7 men at one time or just a one-on-one pleasure fuck for one guy.

He seems to get very aroused, when I'm servicing other men, too, as he always fucks my pussy or mouth, or both, when I'm finished with the "clients". He wants me dressed in simple, tight frilly things around the house. Usually, I have a pair of thongs, or maybe a see-thru panty, or even shorty pj bottoms, and some type of slinky tank-type top. My hair has grown, and he likes it to be worn in a ponytail, with my newly pierced ears showing.

I also have my belly button pierced, which really hurt. I think it looks sexy, now though.

My body seems to be "plumping" some, too. My hips have more fatty tissue, my waist is slimming, and even my breast area seems to be growing a little. He tells me I look so "cute", but, it seems my appearance has become ever more feminine, creating the need for different size clothes. It's strange, but I'm ok with it, so far.

Depending on his mood, my dress for going out can vary from tight bike shorts and tank, and even the girls bike-type tops, to soft feminine pants/shorts outfits. My little clitty is always on display, in either case, as he's sure I have on my cock strap, completely forcing me to stand out in the bottoms I have on. Sometimes I wear panties, but, usually, when we go out, they are shed. The clothing is a big turn on for me, too. I love the feel of the silky, slinky, sensuous materials that he has picked out.

Oh, I did get that outfit that I saw when I returned the bra and corset. I don't ever wear bras or corsets, as they are just not what he's looking for.

He doesn't want me to look like a woman; he wants me to look like a slut boy, dressed in feminine attire. Everyone who sees me, knows I'm a man, not a woman. They know I'm his toy, his boy, his slut, to be used by him, as he wants. But, the humiliation of them knowing that is wild.

When we walk down the mall, I'm always a step or two behind him, dressed in the slutty clothes, and of course the dog collar, so it's totally obvious what my role is.

One time, while at home, in just thong and camisole, he had me answer the door. It was a deliveryman, who had come to bring a new television/stereo set, and needed time to set it up. One look at me, and he knew I was a fucktoy, as he snickered, "Hi boy". "Hello Sir", I replied. My eyes automatically traveled down his body to see a nice bulge in his crotch. Seeing this, he grabbed himself, and slowly rubbed his hardening rod. Bob came in and saw what was happening, and told the workman to get to work, saying, "Playtime is later, my friend. First, I want to have my new system working". Well, I knew I was going to get some of that bulging meat, so I smiled.

This new electronic gear wasn't just a tv, it was the whole package, 3 monitors, 2 cd players/recorders, 5 video cameras, a computer, a huge screened tv, and various little amps and stuff that I didn't understand. It would take him quite a while to finish setting it all up. I got him a drink, and just sort of sat around, waiting for him to complete all of the connections, before he would connect with me...hehe.

During this, while working on the cameras, he had me "pose", so he could put the them at the right angle. One time, he zoomed in on my navel ring, asking me if it hurt. I told him yes, but that I liked it now. "I like it too", he said. He also zoomed in on my ass, making a whistling sound. I blushed, but, knew he would soon be having his way with me, so, was pleased, very pleased.

I could see all of the camera movements on the TV; so, I kept my eye on it, wanting to see what he was looking at. "You are wearing very interesting clothes", he quipped. "Thank you. My master picks them out for me. He likes me in them, do you?" "Oh, yes, you look very nice", grinning as he spoke.

At one point he also zoomed in on my crotch, which was obscenely sticking out of the thong panties, due to the strap Bob had me wearing. I just stood there, letting him look at what ever he wanted. That zoom lens could almost get close enough to read the manufacturer's name on the strap right thru the slinky material of my panties. He could see everything. My little clitty began to grow, knowing he was so boldly checking me out. The sheer panties didn't hide much, either, and only added to the excitement of the situation.

His cock was beginning to lengthen, as he watched me move about the room. I was elated to know I had that effect on this manly hunk. Bob walked in, and said, "Jim, looks like you might need a break. You've been working hard, so, just lay back and let my boy aid in your relaxation." With that, he sprawled out on the couch, legs wide open, begging for me to give him relief. I was on him in a flash, on my knees, feeling his crotch, with my trembling hands. He responded quickly, as he was on the verge of an erection from the "foreplay", earlier.

Unzipping his pants, pulling them down, and reaching in to his bvd's, I found what I wanted. His cock was big, probably 8" or so, when it finally hardened. Pulling it free from his underwear, I started licking it like a lollipop, making it glisten with my spit. He moaned, telling me he liked my actions. As it was quite large, it took me some time to get it all wet. Finally, I had to have it in my mouth; so, I put my lips to the head, tasting some precum. Further and further I went down, lodging that weapon in my throat, fighting back the gag reflex, and taking him to the base, his pubic hair tickling my nose.

"Wow", he said, "No one has ever taken me down like that before. You're a great cocksucker." I moaned a thank you, pulling back a bit, so I could breathe. Letting him slip out of my mouth for a second, I said, "You have a very nice, tasty cock. Thank you for letting me suck it." He liked that comment, and shoved back in. My hands were fondling his hairy ballsac, rolling those big balls around, pulling them down, stretching the sac to heighten his pleasure.

Typically, he grabbed my head and started to face-fuck me. As you all know, I love this, and he was very good at it. He knew just what to do with his motions. I timed my breathing, and we were off to the races, him pummeling my face, and me accepting every inch of him, gladly. His thrusting got faster and with more abandon, so, I knew he was getting close. I moaned, making slurping noises on his meat, begging him to give me his load, and he did just that, forcing all of himself in my waiting throat, as he emptied those balls. All I could do was hang on, cause he was completely in control of this wonderful sex act. I let him hold my head where he wanted as he thrust in and out, depositing his seed.

Eventually, his pace slackened, as his orgasm had taken the energy from his body, for a minute or two. He sank back in the couch, bringing my face with him. I kept him in my mouth for as long as he would let me, just milking his now softening prick with my lips. I needed to get all of his juice inside me.

Finally he sat up, saying, "Ok, that's enough for now, but I'll want some more later, maybe your tight pussy ass." "Yes sir, thank you sir", was my contented reply.

I didn't realize it, but Bob had made a movie, with the camera, of the whole episode. He replayed it, while Jim finished his work, and I sucked him off, while he watched the film. It didn't take him long to cum, filling my mouth with that sweet cream, that I have become so addicted to.

Jim must have seen some of the action but didn't say or do anything that I could see. Admittedly I was on my knees, with Bob's cock in my mouth, so I couldn't really see anything but Bob's crotch.

I hope you have enjoyed this continuing story and welcome any comments to Lbhman1@aol.com

Next: Chapter 7


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