Brandon

House Boytoy

(If you have not read Brandon Parts 1 & 2 the story will make more sense if you do.  I tend to right wildly over the top sexual responses, almost comic book style, for the pleasure of the readers.  Part 3 is more of an exploration of Brandon’s teen boy psyche and the tantalizing dance of the “dominating” pouring it in and the “dominated” sucking it up and fighting to hang on with the only reward being to take more and more.  Enjoy!)

It was nearly 10am when Brandon, the 18 year old blond Boytoy pulled his car around back into my 5 car garage.  Flush with cash from my huge bonus and stock geyser, I had purchased an estate just outside of town in a smaller township.  Each lot was 10 acres.  It was a flat level midcentury ranch style house with several wings set off in odd directions, forming a nice pool area with lots of privacy.   It had 6 bedrooms not counting the master suite wing of the house.  I had my own office in there.  The house had an indoor basketball court which doubled as an exercise room and it had a kick butt media room.

Brandon stepped out of the car wearing nothing but a pair of his white cotton BoyToy Underwear with a big thick dark blue elastic waist band with the letters BoyToy in bright white running all the way around.  I could not believe he had drove over here in nothing but a pair of BoyToy Underwear.  As he walked toward me, I could see he was tenting wildly.  He was really worked up and I could see his gorgeous, cute but proportioned body was starting to glisten with just a touch of perspiration.  

“I thought I would put myself in a vulnerable position right from the outset,” he said smiling sheepishly and waggling back and forth slightly slyly.  Again the combination of excitement, embarrassment and shyness made he seem so adorable.   I told him he was unbelievably special and patted him on his shoulder.  Brandon sucked up the praise waggled back and forth shyly again.  I then showed him a black leather dog collar that said BOYTOY in big white letters.  Brandon jiggled and his fat tenting penis flared wildly.  I fitted the dog collar around his neck and tugged on the leash leading him into the house.  I showed him around the house, letting the anticipation build and to show him how powerful and important I was.  Brandon quickly became more and more aroused and was starting to sweat heavily.  I anticipated that Brandon would be submissive to power and it was working.  I watched Brandon’s soft meaty jelly belly pump in and out as he became more worked up with anticipation.  I playfully lead Brandon all around the house using the dog collar.

“My girlfriend would love this,” explained Brandon.  “She’s like a total dominatrix.  She loves to dominate and humiliate me into the ground.  The worse it is for me the more she gets off on it.”

I started to understand Brandon’s submissive streak.  The girl, Daphne Jones, was using Brandon’s exhibitionist/ submissive/ shyness emotional mix against the kid big time.  I would have to persuade Brandon into telling me some of the things Daphne had done to him.   Using the dog collar I led Brandon into the smallest of the bedrooms which I had turned into a sex playroom for Brandon’s super sensitive body.  By the time we entered the bedroom, Brandon’s fat super soaker penis was sticking up out of his BoyToy Underwear.

There was a huge soft white light above the bed which gave great lighting down onto it.  All 4 walls and the celling where mirrored.  Brandon looked at himself in the mirrors and jiggled and leaked precum from his fat penis.  The single person bed was covered with a thick clear plastic fitted sheet.  Brandon could spooge as much as he wanted and not mess anything up.  I walked Brandon over to a dresser top that had two white dice.  I explained that whatever number he rolled would be how many 10 minutes he had to hold out without squirting to win the “Game”.   If Brandon rolled two “ones” he would have 20 minutes to hold out.  If Brandon rolled two “SIXS” he would have 2 hours to hold out.  If he squirted anytime during the game, each squirt would be an added 10 minutes to hold out.  Brandon shivered and his penis flared again and dribbled lots of sperm.  He actually put his head on my shoulder and took a few deep breaths.  They were moist and ragged breaths that I felt on my face.  I petted his blond hair and he shivered more and more precum and fluid dribbled from his fat hard penis.  Brandon’s mind was dumping hormones into his sensitive body and it was driving him toward a sperming fit.  After telling Brandon that the safe word was “Prairie Dog” I handed him the dice, weighted to always land on 6 every time.  Poor Brandon rolled a double 6 and jiggled wildly.  He now had to hang on for 2 full hours without squirting.  Brandon put his head back on my shoulder and let out a long haggard breath.   Brandon’s fat hard penis wavered back and forth and dribbled pre cum wildly.  

“I’m so fucked!” said Brandon softly with his head on my shoulder.  I softly rubbed his back.

“It’s ok Brandon.  You can stop any time by saying “Prairie Dog” Remember?” I said.

“I know it’s not fear as much as shame at being so pathetic in front of you,” he admitted in a tone that was so sincere that it could not help but be totally true.  I had to ask, “Why in front of Me?”

“Because you are so powerful and brilliant in everything and I’m so--  not!” said Brandon with absolute certainty.  Brandon was psyching himself out mentally, all by himself, without me doing anything.  It was another staggering vulnerability.  If I didn’t like the kid or it was someone I really wanted to destroy, I could manipulate the kid into a bowl of quivering jelly but Brandon was so adorable and had already taken up a soft spot deep in my heart that there was simply no way.  Clearly this Daphne chick had gotten her evil mind into Brandon’s soft weak ego and was trying to turn him into the perfect bottom Boytoy in the world.  

I put my hands on both sides of face and looked into his stunning green eyes.  “Brandon, you are beautiful and you are a great baseball player!  You have so much to be proud of and you are super sweat for giving of yourself to me in this manor!”  Brandon’s eyes teared up.  He laid his head back on my shoulder and pulled me into a hug, slowly stroking his fat penis against my jeans.  I rubbed his back and petted his blond hair.  I would find out later that Brandon’s parents were the unemotional type and he rarely received any kind of affection growing up from his parents or vicious girlfriend.  

After a few minutes Brandon pulled back. “Sorry,” he said as he noticed the precum and fluid on my jeans.

“Nothing you can do here is wrong Brandon,” I said again rubbing his shoulder.  “Ok, teen Boytoy, Star Athlete, you ready to try to hang on while I put you through your paces?”  Brandon smiled and said yes.    

I took some sex oil and dribbled it all over the plastic sheet.  Brandon jiggled again, knowing that he would be able to slide around with oil all over his back and butt.  Brandon then dropped his BoyToy Underwear and slipped onto the bed.   He laid flat on his back sliding around on the oily plastic.  Brandon was absolutely beautiful.  There was not a bad view of any part of his body from head to toe.  His fat hard penis was sticking straight up in the air wavering slightly as he breathed heavily in anticipation of the wicked game of control.   I began to Velcro his arms and legs to the four corners of the bed.  Brandon could no longer reach in and protect himself in any way and indeed his arms and legs were spread out to be vulnerable too.   I then put big boxing looking gloves onto Brandon’s hands.  Inside they were like boxing gloves the fingers fitting into a slot, but on the outside, the glove was round with no thumb.  Even if Brandon got loose he could not grab or do anything with his hands.  I did the same with his feet which made it impossible for him to walk even if he got loose.  Then the gloves began to warm slightly and vibrate.  Brandon moaned as his extremities began to warm and tingle.  More precum bubbled from his fat penis.  I then had Brandon turn on his side slightly so I could shove a big vibrator up his butt.  Brandon shivered wildly and nearly lost it but held on.  He asked if I was going to turn it on and I said I was saving it for the right moment.  That brought on another shiver and more precum dribbling wildly.  

Brandon’s fat hard penis was sticking straight up into the air.  It would waver a bit when he got worked up.  I could tell he was already edging himself, going right up to the edge of squirting and managing to pull back at the last moment.  I knew it was driving him crazy.  It was at that moment that I put the blindfold on him.  He really did not like that and even whimpered slightly.  I kind of giggled at that and he started to pretend to whine like a little puppy dog.  I nearly pulled everything off him and held him in my arms it was so adorable.  There was no way, even for a control freak fetish guy like me, to not love this kid!  I then put these ear buds in his ears and started playing some fairly loud rap music with this pulsing deep base beat to it that I hoped would push him along into one of his rhythmic squirting sessions.  Brandon could now not hear or see anything I was doing.  I petted his beautiful blond hair gently and he nearly pured.  More precum bubbled from his fat penis and it flared again.  I then put two soft clamps on his ear lobes.  They started to vibrate and Brandon moaned again.  His penis was so big and engorged.  It was starting to turn red from the pressure and blood flow.  

I decided to set Brandon off, and rubbed his big meaty chest.  Brandon jiggled wildly and started to chant “OHHHH!!  Man Boobs!!  Man Boobs!!”.  I laughed wildly at his pet names for all his bodyparts.  I avoided his super sensitive nipples but it did not matter.  Brandon was already so worked up that he could’nt take it anymore.  He cried out “I’m going to SQUIRT!!”  Brandon exploded.  He fired two big wads before I could grab his fat penis and stroke.  Brandon spermed wildly as I stroked him making loud squirting noises as each fat wad of sperm erupted from his sperm slit.  I laughed as I could see the lips of his sperm slit vibrate wildly after each wad of sperm squirted through it.  I knew that over time the force of the wads surging through the sensitive opening would begin to have a stimulating effect itself.  I stroked and stroked and Brandon spermed and spermed, over 52 wads.  Sweat was pouring off Brandon and his cute soft meaty belly pumped up and down and up and down.  

I picked up a mic which allowed me to talk over the music thumping in Brandon’s ears and told him he now owed me 10 and a half hours.   Brandon jiggled wildly and started to squirt again.  I laughed and stroked the fat penis again.  Brandon now was locked into 15 hours of sexual simulation.  Brandon jiggled and started to babble.  “I’m so fucked!!  I’ll never be able to hang on for 10 minutes much less 15 hours!!  You haven’t even begun to fuck with me yet!!  Brandon began to squirt again.  The poor kid was psyching himself out big time.  Brandon now owed 17 hours.  I pinched Brandon’s left nipple and Brandon jumped and cried out “NIPPS” and began to squirt again.  As soon as he stopped I pinched the right nipple.  Brandon continued to chant “NIPPS” in a loud high pitched cry and spermed and spermed.  Poor Brandon now owed 20 hours.  

I let Brandon calm down a bit and slipped two vibration pads onto his arm pits, held into place by Velcro straps across his shoulders.  They began to warm and vibrate and Brandon moaned.  I then attached two vibration strips to the glands behind Brandon’s ears and they started to vibrate.  Brandon moaned wildly and arched his back.  His penis flaired and he began to squirt again.  Brandon was going crazy now.  His body was sucked up the stimulation.  Brandon now owed 21 hours.  I began to put several clothespins onto the tips of Brandon’s ears.  Brandon whimpered as more stimulation poured into his hyper sensitive body.  His fat dark red penis waved back and forth but he did not squirt.  I then rubbed up and down on both of his sides, playing with his rib cage but not down onto his soft meaty love handles.   Brandon again chanted “SPARE RIPS!!  SPARE RIBS!!”.  I laughed wildly again not understanding where he was getting the silly pet names for each of his body parts but then thinking about Daphne, his vicious girlfriend.  Brandon’s fat penis flared and dribbled more pre cum but he held on.  

I then put two powerful clamps onto Brandon’s big red nipples.  Brandon cried out “NIPPS!!! NIPPS!! NIPPS!! NIPPS!! NIPPS!!” wildly and began to sperm wildly while chanting “NIPPS!!” over and over.  Brandon now owed 24 hours and was covered in thick sweat and gooey sperm.  His bubble butt, indented down into the bed, was soaking in sperm and sweat and precum.  His super cute tan belly was pumping up and down hard.  His big fat rounded cockhead was starting to get a slight purple tent to it.  Brandon waggled his bubble butt back and forth in the sweat, sperm and oil.  Brandon cried out “BUBBLE BUTT” and fired more wads of sperm into the air.  The powerful clamps on Brandon’s fat red nipples were still driving him crazy and he started to chant again “NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!”.  Brandon squirted out huge wads of sperm and was really starting to weaken from the exertion.  I decided to let Brandon rest and petted his hair for a while.  Brandon managed to calm down a bit and his big soft jelly belly began to pump more slowly and rhythmically.  But after only a few minutes, Brandon whimpered “NIPS” softly.  The powerful clamps on Brandon’s fat meaty red nipples were really working on the kid.  I flicked each of the clamps back and forth and Brandon exploded fireing out 15 more huge wads of white gooey sperm.  “NIPS!!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!” cried Brandon as more and more wads of sperm squirted out of his fat penis.  Both Nipples were becoming swollen, inflamed and bright red.  I rubbed Brandon’s big meaty chest lobes, avoiding his swollen pinched Nipples.  Brandon spermed even more crying out “MAN BOBBS”.  I laughed wildly.  He could not hear because of the rap music blaring wildly in his ear buds.  I worked the boytoy breast meat for a while and both breasts began to jiggle.   Brandon cranked off 11 more wads of sperm.   As soon as he stopped sperming, I twisted the clamp pinching his left Nipple.  Brandon cried out again “NIPS!!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!”.   The poor kid pumped out 8 more wads of sperm.  I immediately twisted the clamp on his right Nipple and got another response.  When he stopped again I twisted both at the same time.  Brandon went nuts and out came 28 wads of sperm.  

“NIPS!!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!” cried Brandon as his body jiggled wildly while squirting wads of sperm.  “BRANDON BEGS!!    BRANDON BEGS!!    BRANDON BEGS!!    BRANDON BEGS!!”

It was way too adorable and I removed the clamps from his Nipples.  Brandon squirted 3 more wads as the clamps were removed.  I let Brandon rest a little as I got a close up look at his massive hard penis as it swayed, pointing straight up in the air.   Brandon’s huge cock head was now more purple than red and his sperm slit was massive.   After a generous 60 second breather, I reached in and fingered the big fat purple cock head wildly.  Brandon exploded and fired huge wads of sperm while crying out “COCK HEAD!!  COCK HEAD!!  COCK HEAD!!”  After getting 10 more wads from Brandon I stopped.  As Brandon finished his squirt, I thumbed the fat purple cockhead with my finger, like kicking a paper football on a grade school desk top.  The fat penis reeled back from my thump but the stiff hard penis shaft pulled it back straight up and Brandon fired a huge wad of sperm into the air while crying out “PENIS THUMP!!”.  I laughed wildly again and of course thumped Brandon’s poor purple penis head again.  I must have thumped that penis 25 times before I finally stopped myself.  Brandon was actually laughing at how absurd he must look and he had cried out “PENIS THUMP!!” with each of my thumps.  

I went back to his fat and now irritated and swollen red Nipples and pinched and twisted and fingered them.  Brandon again cried out “NIPS!!!  NIPPS!!” and spermed.  I then put the big clamps back on Brandon’s Nipples, smashing them back down.  Brandon went nuts, crying out
“NIPS!!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!”  Brandon fired of huge huge wads of sperm and chanted wildly.  He was really worked up now and he began to beg again.  I took the clamps off but only to rotate them 90 degrees and put them right back on, smashing Brandon’s fat Nipples back upon themselves.  Brandon screamed this time “NIPS!!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!  NIPPS!!! NIPPS!!” and spermed savagely.   Watching Brandon’s massive purple cockhead jiggle wildly as he prepared to fire another massive wad of white gooey thick sperm, then to see the cockhead flair and rise slightly, then to see the huge sperm slit open widely and let the massive oversized wad of sperm explode upwards out of the slit, spewing past the nerves, charming Brandon’s super sensitive body making it want to sperm even more. Brandon’s cute body would jolt with each squirt and would jiggle slightly for a second or two afterwards.  When he would squirt over and over with nearly each stroke of his penis, his poor body would just shake and quiver as the fantastic feeling and hormones poured across his teen body.  I could not begin to understand what it would be like to experience the wicked feeling of squirting a wad of sperm over and over and over going on for more than 4 to 10 times longer than normal.  And then to repeat that wicked process over and over on top of that!

“BRANDON BEGS!!!  BRANDON BEGS!!! BRANDON BEGS!!!” he chanted.  I took off the clamps again but rubbed salt onto Brandon’s fat irritated big red Nipples and put the clamps right back on at a 90 degree rotation.  Brandon fired more and more sperm into the air.

“BRANDON GIVES!!!  BRANDON GIVES!!!  BRANDON GIVES!!!  BRANDON GIVES!!!” he cried out rhythmically as he squirted huge wads of sperm out of his fat penis.  I took the blind fold off his eyes and pulled the ear buds from his ears.  He looked up with his cute adorable face and pretty green eyes.  

“I’m sorry did you say something?” I asked sheepishly.  

“BRANDON GIVES!!!  BRANDON GIVES!!!” Brandon said over and over continuing to sperm wildly.  Brandon’s cute body was jiggling wildly as wad after wad spewed from his fat penis.  His head was bobbling up and down as he stared at me with his big white green eyes.  

“What is the safe word?” I asked.   Brandon just looked at me and remained silent.  It was the cute teen boy’s ego trying to reassert itself over his overpowering penis as he fought to hang on.  More and more sperm squirted into the air.  “GO BRANDON GO!!  GO BRANDON GO!!  GO BRANDON GO!!” I chanted.  Brandon went nuts and fired huge wads of sperm nearly to the celling. He was squirting on every stroke.  

“SQUIRT!!!   SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!! SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!” cried Brandon rhythmically with each squirt of sperm.    BRANDON BEGS!!!  BRANDON BEGS!! BRANDON BEGS!!!  BRANDON BEGS!! SQUIRT!!!   SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!! SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!! SQUIRT!!!   SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!! SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!  SQUIRT!!!” cried Brandon as he cranked off 97 more wads of sperm.  “PRAIRIE DOG!!!  PRAIRIE DOG!!!  PRAIRIE DOG!!!  PRAIRIE DOG!!!” he cried continuing to sperm.  I immediately took off the clamps on his fat swollen Nipples but he just looked up at me and continued to babble in adorable fashion.  “BRANDON IS A PRAIRIE DOG!!!   BRANDON IS A PRAIRIE DOG!!!  BRANDON IS A PRAIRIE DOG!!!” he chanted while managing to stop squirting sperm into the air.  He then started to make wimpy barking sounds like an adorable prairie dog!  My heart melted and I patted him on his head and began removing all the other devices from his body to let him settle down further.  It took Brandon nearly 10 minutes to calm down and stop babbling about Prairie Dogs and making Prairie Dog barking noise.  He looked up at me again with that face and those eyes.  

“You are the most adorable boy in the world,” I said and started to kiss him on the side of his face as a way of showing the ultimate kindness and respect but Brandon turned his head to take the kiss on his lips.  I was shocked but gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

The End  

What happens for the rest of the weekend?

Does Brandon become permanent Boytoy HouseBoy?

What will the Mall Cop do to poor Brandon on Monday?