Day 3 Continued: The Party
I worked like an obedient puppy-dog pussyboy to get myself in perfect order
for my master. He gave me forty minutes to clean myself off head to toe
inside and out. Man I could have used a demolition team. I was covered in
sweat and cum and spit and boygoop and pussylube AND I WAS IN LOVE!!!! So I
labored for my master, to be his boy, to be perfect for him, as perfect as a
worthless, useless, stupid boy can be. I scrubbed and washed and shaved and
polished and filled and drained myself. I cut my nails and trimmed my
boypits. I denuded my pussyhole and took an extra few minutes to make
absolutely sure it was ready for my master's use. I opened and closed my
cunthole; I flexed and released the muscles; all the while I thought of my
master...so I kept spooging all over the place. I had to re-shower twice.
I could hear my master's voice in my head saying, 'Control boy. I expect
control!' So I did my very best to rein in my feelings, and not be so damn
hot for my man, my master...but I longed for his cock. I ached to be reamed
by his huge perfect manprick and to taste his cum and his sweat and his
piss..and bang, I was moaning and dripping boysauce again. As I labored to
get myself in perfect order I had to continually towel off my chest and face
to remove the constant flow of spit. After ten or fifteen minutes I got
better at swallowing all the excess slaver, and breathing through my nose so
that I could keep my mouth closed and the slobber in. The ongoing problem
with my boycock forced me to despoogify myself every couple minutes. Just
when I thought I'd made some headway I'd feel precum dripping off my
boynuts, or leaking down my legs, and it was time to start over.
Forty minutes passed in a moment. Thankfully I was waiting, prepared, in
pussyboy position, when my master opened the door to get me. He'd left me
an outfit similar to the one I wore yesterday to Dr. John's. There was the
green and blue kilt slit up the back for access to my boypussy, wool socks,
and loafers, but instead of the dark silk vest, my master had left me an odd
navy blue t-shirt. There wasn't much to it; a couple thin straps went over
my shoulders and hung down my chest; part of each strap was obscured behind
the rings hanging from my enormous nipples. I tried the straps on top of
the rings and then under them...both ways..hideous!! It was garish the way
the shirt accentuated my latest deformity. Below my pecs was about three
inches of material that didn't even cover my belly button. I felt on
display and very embarrassed. I wanted to cover myself.
The door opened and I swear my master's presence before me felt like the
warm sun shinning down on me. I swaddled myself in his radiance. He looked
at me, smiled and said, 'You've got the shirt on backwards. It's a yolk
boy, turn it around....there now that's better. Get on your feet and let's
get a move on. You're going to be the belle of the ball.'
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I sure hoped he was taking me
somewhere I could show him what I was feeling. I longed for him. I
hungered for his cock, his cum, and that body...I had to fill my mind with
other thoughts or I'd have come for sure. So I thought about the spike
through my tongue and the barrel hoops through my boynips and poofff the
urgency of my need backed off a notch.
My master ordered me up, took me by the back of my neck, and pushed me along
When Control, actually Control One, walked into the medium sized activity
room all eyes turned in his direction. The man was indeed striking. His
every feature had been artfully crafted. He had a square jaw, lightly
bronzed skin, dark curly brown hair, which nicely set off by his dark-brown,
almost black goatee. For a man in his forties he didn't look a day over
thirty. He was tall and even though he wore a business suit it was obvious
that he was in prime condition. It was well known throughout the
Organization that he drove himself in the gym every bit as much as he did
his boys. Through constant hard work he maintained the same body he had at
twenty-five. Every man and boy in the room was fascinated by this strength
and power. C, as his fellow masters (all subordinate to him) called him had
the love and respect of everyone who worked under him. If he wanted, he
could have any man in the room, in the building, in his unit, in the
Organization..actually any man he wanted. His appeal wasn't limited to men;
C was just as competent with and attractive to women. His physical
presence generated heat, lots and lost of hot, lustful desire. Add to that
his stunning intellect and you begin to understand how a man this young
could indeed command all the Organization's North and South American units.
His only superior was Pax and word had it that at Pax's retirement C would
move up and head the entire association. That would make him far more
powerful than any president or king or prime minister in the world.
This particular activity room, though not the largest in this building, was
quite impressive. It occupied half of the 25th floor and was bordered on
two sides by glass walls that provided an unobstructed view of the mountains
in the distance. The room itself was informally divided into various areas
designed for all kinds of procedures and events. One sitting area looked
something like a ski-lodge with an enormous fireplace central to a number of
couches and overstuffed chairs; that corner looked warm and very romantic.
Another section was designed for bondage and discipline; there were slings
and stocks and restraint tables and rotating pedestals and crosses and a
wall full of whips and dildoes and the most up-to-date sophisticated
electronic equipment available (developed and manufactured by one of the
Organization's subsidiaries). A third area looked like a cross between a
doctor's examination room and an operating room; it had examination tables
and drug cabinets and IV poles and cardiac monitors and several huge
adjustable surgical lights hanging from the ceiling. Finally, there was a
fully stocked bar replete with an extremely handsome bartender, naked except
for his black bow tie. Next to the bar were five or six tables as well as
an enormous plasma screen TV. The entire room was covered by audio and
video surveillance; in addition there were several video cameras and other
taping equipment in several spots around the room.
C went to the bar for a drink and started to laugh. One of the masters,
Joel was playing a game he'd recently invented. Joel called it Martini
Maker Pussyboy. Can you guess his little gambol? Yup, he'd have his boy do
a handstand, insert a funnel into his boycunt and fill him with a fifth of
Vermouth; then he'd wait a minute or two and have his boy expel the
fortified wine. Next, he'd have the kid shove ten ice cubes up his cumhole,
and then back up on his hands so that he could funnel in a quart of gin.
Once the gin was in Joel would have his pussyslave right himself and do a
few gyrations (carefully so as not to bruise the gin) And Voila!! The
martinis were ready to be served. The cuntboy would gingerly crawl to any
master wanting a perfect, ice cold martini; he'd gracefully sit back on his
haunches, bearing his weight on the balls of his feet, using all the control
he'd learned over months of exhaustive training and he would ever so
carefully dribble out the cocktail into the master's martini glass. The
icing on the cake was that Joel would then have the boy crawl over to a
saucer of olives and cocktail onions; and use that same training to pick up
a single olive (or onion) with his bubble butt, crawl back and deliver it to
the thirsty master. The game was hilarious. Watching Joel's boy struggle
and strain to pick up an olive with his butt cheeks was priceless.
Naturally as the minutes passed the vermouth and gin would permeate the boy'
s intestines and he would get drunker and drunker. By the time he'd
delivered the third or fourth martini, the pussyboy would be falling down
drunk, soaked with sweat, and struggling to obey. Then Joel and the other
masters would have the cuntboy do any number of tasks, walk a straight line,
recite the alphabet backwards, stand on one foot while they played with his
nipples, tussled his hair, fucked his cumbox with a vibrating dildoe, and
harangued him with rapid fire questions and further instructions. It was
obviously designed to put him into a frenzied, mindl
As Joel's martini boy was entertaining the multitude (about ten masters and
nine boycunts) C was lazing on the couch in front of a roaring fire while
his boy, Cunningham, tended to his cock and balls. The kid had a magic
tongue and used it eagerly. Now there was a ball fastened to the boy's
proboscis; that made it a totally new and even better 'ballgame,' so the
pussyboy rubbed that little silver marble all over his master's sensitive
phallus.. and the kid had technique. First he'd lap at his master's balls
with many short strokes and only half his tongue, then he'd stick his licker
all the way out and make long slow swipes from C's butthole up his perineum
to his sac where he'd gently suck and tongue each ball, then onto the shaft
and up past the glans where he first nibble on C's flange and then french
his pisshole. The boy would alternate between sloppy wet licks and more
textured dry grazes. The young man was talented and C appreciated the
devotion his boy demonstrated with his every move; plus as the cuntboy
licked and sucked and kissed he'd stare up into his master's face with the
most adoring, puppydog eyes watching for every tiny cue his master might
give him. You could tell he was praying to be perfect, to be exactly what
his master wanted him to be.
It had been a hectic week, hell a hectic month, for C; there were several
new arrivals, candidates to evaluate, progress reports to read, and a
gigantic organization to oversee. Sure each unit was fairly autonomous, but
there were national and international issues to contend with and manage. So
C was looking forward to putting his candidate through his paces in a rather
standard way; a suck, a few fucks, and a good night's sleep with Cunningham'
s lips wrapped around his cock.
Just as C was preparing to toss his boy on the couch and throw a solid fuck
into him one of the junior controllers, Jeff, twenty-seven, striking black
hair and dark eyes, 5'10', very tightly built, came over, knelt next to
pussyboy Cunningham, gave C's dick a few perfunctory kisses and said, 'I am
sorry to bother you sir, but there seems to be a problem.'
C sighed deeply, 'What is it?'
'Sir, Master Roberto is calling from Los Angeles. He says there's umm a
reporter with a rather damaging photo of Master Roberto and his ahh
pussyboy, the Spanish singer; his name is.'
C interrupted, 'Call him Rick and leave it at that.'
The junior controller continued, 'The reporter has a picture of Master
Roberto and the Latin singer, aahh Rick in a compromising position...aahhhh
C said, 'Spit it out Jeff. What's in the picture?'
'Well sir, Master Roberto is fully dressed; that's good... but umm the
singer...well he's aahhhh naked sir. The picture was ummm taken during an
ummm intermission in one of the singer's umm concerts.'
C asked, 'Where was this picture taken..where were Roberto and the boy?'
'Uhhmm they were ah um in the loading dock of the LA Civic Center, sir.....'
the junior controller kept hesitating.
C was becoming exasperated, 'You mean Roberto had this kid naked in a public
place where he had to know he could...no, where he knew he would probably
get caught. Fucking asshole, foolhardy stupid moronic jerk. I'm going to
have his balls for this. Do you hear me Jeff? I'm going to geld that
motherfucking idiot savant jackass shithead..... Is that it Jeff? The
singer was naked, Roberto was clothed..... wait. What the fuck were they
doing? Were they just talking? Tell me they were just talking. I can fix
that with one phone call. Tell me they were just talking.'
The junior controller said, 'Jesus, sir I am sorry, but ahh ummm the singer
was umm kind of blowing Master Roberto...'
'What the fuck does that mean? Was the kid sucking Roberto's cock? Stop
dicking around boy!!! TELL ME EVERYTHING AND TELL ME NOW. Now you are
pissing me off. If I have to ask you another question...if you keep
dragging this out I'll have you sucking pussyboy cock and ass for the rest
of the night!!'
'Yessir, C, sir, master, sir. The singer was on Roberto's cock, but the boy
was wearing a parachute harness on his balls and Master Roberto had the tip
of his shoe in the harness and as the boy was sucking Master Roberto's cock,
Roberto was applying his weight to the kid's balls. Roberto said the kid
was alternately howling and sucking and howling and sucking and so on.
Master Roberto says the boysinger absolutely loves this particular..aahh um
ahh act..activity. Roberto says the kid begs for it. He made me promise to
tell you that the boy was all keyed up from some problem with the sound
system. Roberto said the pussyboy was miserable and worried and crying and
that he begged Roberto to take him onto the loading dock and do ah um
ah...what they were doing.'
C just shook his head, 'Great! That's just great. How are we going to
explain that? What kind of press release do we put out? Famous Hispanic
singer trips and falls out of his clothes and onto the hard cock of a
passerby. Do you think that will work?'
The junior controller said, 'Maybe sir...maybe if you say it..I would
believe you sir.'
C shot back, 'Stop kissing my ass you cuntheaded dope. That was a
rhetorical question. Who is this reporter and what paper does he work for?
Jeff sputtered back, 'His name is Ken Fitzsimmons..er umm or Fitzpatrick...'
C said, 'Ya know son, you are a lousy communicator. You need some work.
You can't seem to deliver a fucking message without a translator. Now tell
me was the reporter's name Fitzsimmons or Fitzpatrick and imagine that your
ass depends on your accuracy.'
The young controller said, 'It's Fitzpatrick sir, I'm sure it's Ken
C pushed Cunningham off his cock, 'Well, I'm going to have to go and try to
fix this....What to do first..What to do..' His eyes brightened for a
second and he said, 'First thing, let's take care of you two boys,' and he
called over Master Joel, Master Simon, Master Jake, and Master Tony.
C gave them instructions, 'Gentlemen, we have a brushfire in California that
I need to attend to. I've got to go and take care of the preliminary
arrangements. I have phone calls to make and I'm going to order up the jet
for a later flight. Meanwhile these two need attention. This junior
controller has a communication problem that needs to be worked on. In that
regard I'd like Simon, Jake, and Tony to direct him in a little movie he's
going to make. I think we'll call it: Jeffery Learns to Communicate;
subtitled: Jeff Describes His Gangbang. And Jeff, that's going to be your
assignment. As these masters direct, I want you to describe play by play,
word by word as some of the pussyboys devour you like a Thanksgiving turkey
and fuck your brains out. Now Jeff I not only want you to describe in
detail everything as it's being done to you. I want to know your every
thought. I want to know what's going on in that silly head of yours..and
Jeff these cuntboys are going to play with your body until their masters are
satisfied with your description. If it's foggy or unclear, well then you'll
just have to start all over. Now Jeff is that clear? Do you understand?
Because Jeff, I want you to explain it to me, NOW!! I want you to tell me
about the movie you're about to star in. Go ahead, fella.tell me about your
role. DO IT NOW!!'
By this time most of the masters in the room had joined the group around C.
Everyone was curious about what was happening. Meanwhile Jeff was beginning
to sweat. At first he tried to look C in the eye as he spoke, but the words
wouldn't come, so he stared at the floor as he spoke, 'I..I..I need to learn
how to talk..how to communicate more effectively. I..I.need to be more
clear when I deliver a message.' And he began to tear up. His total
humiliation was being witnessed by a room full of masters and their boys.
Poor Jeff had just two weeks ago 'graduated' from the ranks of lowly
cuntboys. He was so proud of having moved on to the next level of his
education and training. He thought it was all wine and roses from then on,
C bellowed, 'GO ON! I am losing patience with you Jeff!' The way he said
the boy's name cut through Jeff like a knife.
Jeff began to shake and the tears began to flow, 'I'm going to star in a
movie.. aahh um ahh.. I'm going to get fucked by lots of pussyboys. I'm
going to get fucked and they're going to play with me and ..sob.sob..sob..I
have to..describe...sob..as I get... fucked.. sob. sob.sob. And. and. and
they're going to keep playing with my body until I can..sob...sob.. give a
good enough description of what's happening to me..sob. sob...sob...
C interjected, 'AND..'
'And...sob. sob..and...and I have to tell how it is making me feel. sob.
sob.. sob.. and I have to talk about what I'm thinking as I'm getting
fucked.and. sob...sob.. other stuff. sob..sob.. sob. and.. and.. and they're
going to keep doing things to me.. sob... sob... until I can get it
right.... Until I can learn to communicate.sob.sob.' And with that Jeff
collapsed into a heap on the floor. Under Jake's direction a couple of the
pussyslaves helped lift the junior controller up and lead him over to one of
the restraint tables, where they unceremoniously began to strip him of his
very nice new suit.
C called to Jake, 'I don't want him restrained in any way. He should be
only too happy to assist in the making of this little instructional video.
I intend to use it for training purposes, so make sure it's done properly.'
Then C turned to Joel, 'Look, I've got to go and get things moving. I'm
going to turn my boy over to your control. Maybe he can clean out your
martini shaker. I'm sure he'd love that. I'll leave the rest up to you.
The boy has all these new attachments on his tits and his tongue so you
should have no end of creative activities you can put him through...But
Joel, a word of caution. I do not want to return and find Cunningham's balls
all tied up with your work boots hanging from them, filled with marbles or
sand or whatever. I do not want the boy damaged. No double fisting, no
tying bungee cords through his tongue piercing, or hooking cords through his
tongue to his nipples around his balls and up his ass. Joel, I know how
creative you can be, but I do not want the boy damaged. I've had enough of
people taking risks and being stupid on my watch. Am I clear?'
Joel, with a devilish smile on his face said, 'C, I'm hurt that you'd think
such a thing. I will not harm your cuntbox boy. I will treat him like fine
china...How's that? ..Like he's made out of glass.'
And with that C turned on his heel and left the room. Joel, now the senior
controller in the room, called out, 'OK boys, someone go to my locker and
get my golf shoes..the new ones with the heavy cleats..They should be right
next to my work boots, and bring an extra pair of laces.'
While he waited master Joel took James by the scruff of his neck and led him
over to one of the areas with a central pedestal. He put the boy up on the
platform and began to inspect him.
Joel said, 'You are a pretty little girl aren't you?'
James answered, 'Beg your pardon mathter, thir?'
Joel chuckled at the boy's lisp, 'You heard me cumbreath; I said you are a
pretty girl.. and you are. You are a sweet, cute, sexy girl.. now aren't
James was at a loss. He glowed bright red. 'Thir, mathter, thir I am your
puthythlave. I am a cuntboy thir. I am yourths to command thir. Your
withh ith my command. Pleathe mathter, let me pleathe you. Pleathe
mathter, fuck me. Pleathe fuck me thir.'
'DO NOT BE EVASIVE WITH ME HONEYGIRL. I intend to fuck you because I love
pretty girls... And you are a pretty girl. Do you understand what I am
James was really getting flustered. He had no idea how to answer. He said,
'Pleathe fuck me mathter.. Mathter may I pleathe thuck your cock? or I
could mathage you mathter thir.. or give you a tongue bath.. or thuck your
balls... or lick your ath..Anythhing you like mathter.. Pleathe just name
it.. Pleathe fuck me mathter.'
Joel's eyes tightened and his jaw hardened. 'You are a pretty little girl!!
Now you say it!!'
James began to cry, 'Thir..Mathter.. I.. am... thir... I am a pretty girl...
Joel shot back, 'Not good enough! Not at all good enough.' He reached out
and toyed with James' right nipple ring. He jiggled it with his fingers and
said, 'What's this.'
'Thir, Mathter...that's my boytit, thir.'
'You see.. you see. That is my point. This is not your boytit or your
mantit or anything like that. This is the nipple ring that's on your
breast. You have wonderful, beautiful breasts for a pretty young girl, LIKE
YOU ARE. Then Joel reached over and tore off James' kilt. He grabbed the
boy's very, very hard cock and said, 'Now what is this?'
James could sense that this man, his immediate master, was getting angry.
If he continued to piss him off anything could happen. The kinds of
humiliation possible flooded James' mind as he struggled to find the right
answer. Finally, he said, 'It's my... my.. I don't know thir. I don't know
what it ith. Is it my cunt, thir?'
'Sweetie, cookie, don't you know anything about your own female anatomy?
How could this thing be your cunt? Your cunt is a hole. Is this a hole?
James lowered his eyes to the floor as the tears began to flow, 'No thir,
tshat's not a hole thir. I tsshought tshat was my boyprick thir. but tshat'
s not right thir..ith it?'
Joel answered, 'Nope, no way that's not a prick or a pecker or a dick
because boys have dicks and you, my dear, are a very pretty girl. So you
can't have a cock now can you? And if you are a girl... And you are.. and
you can't have a cock. then this must be your... what?'
James let out a great sigh, 'Ith it my clitoris..thir?'
Joel shot back, 'That's right. That's very, very good. I can see that you
are pretty and smart. So then, let's move on with our little lesson. If
this is your clit then what's this?' and Joel flicked the boy's ball sac.
James gave a little jump and tried his best to match anatomy, but he was at
sea. He wanted to yell, 'Those are my balls!!' but he could not. He didn't
have the ability to contradict a master. Still this weird humiliating
lesson was giving him a headache and embarrassing the hell out of him. So
he said, 'Mathter I am very thorry, very thorry thir, but I don't know. I
am very thupid thir, very, very thupid. My mathter thays I am dumb ath a
post and thir I am. Tho I don't know.... Pleathe fuck me mathther.'
Joel smiled, 'You're a bit of a slut aren't you my dear little girl. Fuck
me. Fuck me. Fuck me. You are a girl with only one thing in her pretty
little head... You want your pussy filled with cock... but not yet sweetie.
As a girl you should know about your body... So I will tell you. This
hanging flesh is your labia, and your labia hang over your..what? I know
you can get this one.' Joel roughly took his index finger and jammed it
into James' ass up to the first knuckle.
James, up on his toes, with Joel's finger up his ass, said, 'Tshats my cunt
thir. Ithn't it? It'tsh my cunt.. I think.'
Joel smiled and removed his finger, shoved it into James' mouth and washed
it around, 'Well, you got that one right away. I knew you were a smart girl
the minute I laid eyes on you. Now there's someone I want you to meet.' He
grabbed the boy by the back of his neck and pushed him forward. Joel
directed him into another section of the room, where at the far end was a
naked candidate facing a corner, like a child being punished. From behind
you could see that the lad was at least 6'7' tall with shiny black hair
cascading down past his shoulders.. it was lustrous and quite stunning.
As they approached the 'cornered' boy Joel called out, 'OK Sugar Tits, your
'time out' is over you can turn around. There's someone I want you to
As the hulking young man turned around he was a sight to behold; totally
denuded of hair below the neck he was 'well-studded' to say the least. He
had triple piercings in both ears, a couple barbells in each eyebrow, rings
through his lips, both nipples were pierced, each with two rings through the
nipple head and with a larger third ring through the areola; there were
hoops hanging from the edges of both his armpits; he had rings through the
webbing between his thumbs and index fingers, there were three rings in
various parts of his navel; then things got ridiculous. The boy's engorged
cock was easily a foot long and as large around as a beer bottle; on both
the top and bottom of the shaft were two ladder piercings running its
length; from it's tip hung an enormous PA with a fair sized bell attached;
the weight of the bell etc caused the boy's erection to be pulled down
rather painfully so that his cock stood almost straight out from his body.
There were two Ampallangs, a Dolphin, a Dydoe, several scrotal rings and
bells and a few more inventive piercings designed by Master Joel himself.
The kid's prick bell rang as he walked and his balls jingled. This was
truly a musical candidate. In actuality the young man had been a star
basketball player in college, but his career had been cut short by his
growing taste for heroine. It took the intervention of several friends and
relatives to get him a placement with the Organization. The Unit was wary
of taking him because he was barely twenty-two and was still pretty much a
boy. Candidates were usually further along in their development, finished
with their education, and had fairly strong personality development. This
boy, Bobby, had only one major personality trait; he was a hound. He had
developed young, fucked his first girl at eleven (when he was already 5'11')
and from that first fuck on the boy had sex on the brain. He was driven by
his need to cum and cum often. He had trouble finding girls his own age
because of his drive and size; most young gir
So as Bobby tinkled his way forward Master Joel said, 'Honey, I want you to
meet this little girl I just met. She reminds me of you in many ways and I
think the two of you could be great friends.
Bobby slowly walked toward them, his eyes focused on the floor, still quite
embarrassed for having been sent into the corner by his master.
Joel smiled brightly and said, 'Suzzie Q, I want you to meet Honey Pie.'
Bobby looked up and smiled. He had been Suzzie Q for almost a month now.
He gave a goofy toothy smile and said, 'Pleathed stu meet you Honey Pie.'
His tongue was newly pierced also.
When James realized that he was 'Honey Pie' he turned beet red, cringed, and
began to sweat.. and he wasn't sure why. All he knew was that he was
Joel continued, 'Suzzie here is a bit of a slut. She wants cock up her
pussy all day and all night, but don't you worry Honey Pie, because she's
bi-sexual. Do you know what that means sweet heart?' and he turned to look
James in the eye.
James continued to sweat. What the fuck was he supposed to say now? So he
shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to the other while he tried
to figure out something to say that wouldn't get him in trouble. Finally he
said, 'Thee likes boyths and girlths too?'
'And you said you were dumb as a post. Honey Pie you are a very smart
little princess. Now how would you like to play with Suzzie Q? Don't you
think that would be fun?'
James thought and thought, he turned to Joel and said, 'Pleathe fuck me
mathter.' What the hell, it was worth a try.
Joel grew stern, 'Listen to me you cunt. You can ask me to fuck you all
night, but it's only going to make me angry. You have this lovely young
thing here with her big knockers and hot clit, and all she wants to do is
get it on with you. Didn't your master teach you any manners girl? You're
going to make Suzzie Q feel bad about herself. She knows that she's big and
clumsy and she trips over her own feet, but she means well and she likes you
Honey Pie, so BE POLITE OR WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO HAVE A LESSON IN GOOD
That did it for James. He had no idea what a 'manners lesson' was, but he
knew he didn't want one. So he said, 'Mathter what tshould I do thir? I
don't want Thuzzie Q to feel bad..tho what tshould I do?'
Joel was quick to respond, 'Why not show her your tits and your new tittie
rings. Suzzie loves to play with other girl's tits. That would be a great
place to start.. to break the ice.'
So James, wearing only the tiny strapped t-shirt began to wiggle his chest.
He felt terribly embarrassed. It felt like his nips were weighted with door
knockers and they still hurt, but he didn't want any manners lessons so he
shook his chest back and forth some more.
Joel said, 'Oh sugar, you can do better than that. Get those hands up there
and play with your titties. Then I want you to get over there to Suzzie and
push your boobs right into her face. Now get it on girl.'
So James began to pull on his nipples and flip the captive rings so that the
balls slid around. Then he lowered the t-shirt straps off his shoulder and
before he could stop it the whole shirt fluttered to the floor.
Joel interjected, 'Just kick those ugly boy's shoes off, and take those
homely socks off too. Why your master would let a pretty girl like you
dress in such awful things.. well, just take them off. You look a lot
So James complied and stood naked trying his best to entice this enormous
pussy-boy-girl person. He was sweating profusely, completely confused, and
scared that he was going to do something wrong any minute. Every chance he
got he'd take a fast look at the door, praying his master would soon come
back to rescue him from this insanity.
Joel said, 'Let's all get more comfortable.' And he escorted the boys over
to the couches. They made a curious threesome as both his boys were well
over a head taller than their controller. When they got to the couch Joel
had Bobby sit down in the middle of a loveseat. Once he had him sitting he
addressed James, 'Now Honey Pie I want you to give Suzzie here a little lap
dance. And don't get cute with me. I know for a fact that you know exactly
what a lap dance is... so get busy... and Honey, if you do not convince me
that you are really trying... well I'm going to take you to visit Dr. John
tomorrow and we're going to add a few more piercings to your collection. So
get to work!'
James understood every word and he was shaking. He moved close to where the
giant boy was sitting and began his dance. James lowered himself to Bobby's
chest and as he swiveled his hips and shook his chest; he put his arms
around the boy's neck and moved his lips to within an inch of Bobby's face;
then he stuck out his tongue and began to lightly trace the boy's lips, down
to his smooth chin, down to his enormous Adam's apple, to his nipple rings
where he nuzzled each of them gently. All the while he massaged the back of
Bobby's neck with his hands. Both boys were showing the results of the
activity. Bobby's bell was ringing, ding, ding, ding, ding, as his huge
dick bobbed up and down; and the bells on his sac were jingling from his
whole body's vibration. Meanwhile James' dick was spewing boygoo in little
burps. Under normal circumstances James' training would have blocked such a
strong reaction to another candidate, but his psyche was in such a confused
uproar it was following the overriding direction to obey any master's order
and it seemed clear that Master Joel wanted the two of them to 'get it on'
as he had said. So James' was feeling pretty out of control as he kept up
his undulations. He lowered his head further and touched Bobby's
dick-clit-whatever with the tip of his tongue and the boy gasped.
Joel said, 'OK, OK, so far so good but I want to hear you girls interact
with each other. Come on now talk to each other.'
Now James was out of his element. What was he supposed to say? The thought
of his Master shot into his head and he knew how much C would expect him to
try his best. The idea of disappointing C was enough to push James into new
territory. He looked Bobby in the eyes as he held and massaged the back of
his head and said, 'Thuzzie I think you are very pretty. I want to touch
your puthy. I want to eat your puthy and thuck your clit baby. Thuzzie I
want to eat you up. Oh baby. Oh Thuzzie.' and James pushed himself forward
and began to sit on Bobby's lap. One tiny miscalculation and that twelve
inch pole would go right up James' pussy.. now both boy's would have liked
that.. but they were afraid of what Joel might want... so James moved closer
to Bobby's chest and that huge dick lodged up his crack, instead of going up
his cunt. Once he was on Bobby's lap James began to gyrate his hips and
nuzzle first one side of Bobby's neck and then the other. Bobby was going
into orbit; he threw his head back and began to moan. His cock bell began
to ding, ding, ding, ding; James was having trouble catching his breath.
When Bobby's head was thrown back James took the opportunity to tongue and
suck on his neck and Adam's apple and lick his chest. They wanted to
fuck... they needed to fuck... they really, really wanted to fuck.
Joel said, 'OK girls I guess you really want to make out.so I'm going to let
you. but you need to remember that you're lesbians.. and you must have
lesbian sex.. so you're going to need some lesbian gear.'
Joel pulled out a zippered case and began to remove items. 'Let's see here,
we need some dildoes.. I know I know the bigger the better. don't worry..
and you'll want them to vibrate. OK, OK and let's see some garter belts.. I
know how you girls love to dress up for each other... and a couple silk
Teddies..Look I've got two in pink. Is that perfect or what? Oh, Oh and
last but not least some 6 inch spikes. 2 pair, patent leather, black, 14
triple EEE should be just right.'
So Bobby and James had to stop their lap dance in order to put on their pink
Teddies, their garter belts, and try to balance themselves on the giant
patent leather spike heeled shoes. In heels Bobby was over seven feet tall
and James wasn't far behind. Both of them were well built and looked
ridiculous in the tiny Teddies (that strangely enough fit them-Master Joel
was nothing if not totally prepared) with garter belts hanging down; their
erections jutting out in front of them. James had to lean on Bobby to walk;
as for the basketball star he's been wearing Teddies and high heels for
several days so he could negotiate his way around the room without killing
himself. Then they had to pick up their big vibrating dildoes. Once they
were dressed and equipped Joel led them over to one of the couches that
converted into a bed. By this time a couple of the other masters had
brought their boys over to watch the show. This new audience didn't escape
the boy's attention, but they were operating on sexual autopilot. The fact
was they were both very turned on... embarrassed as hell. but very, very
Joel lined them up in 69 position so that they could suck each others' clits
and lick each others' pussies.. and they didn't have to be told twice. The
pair of Teddy clad pussyboys went at each other like rutting pigs. In
minutes they were bathed in each others' sweat, heads buried in the other's
crotch, hair matted down, hands touching and exploring everywhere. They
grabbed each others' ass and crushed and pulled and kneaded their butt
cheeks. Then James spent several minutes touching and tracing and tonguing
the hoops and loops and ladders that covered Bobby's cock and balls... clit
and labia. James could curl his tongue into a strong thick muscular probe
and he used it to plow through Bobby's vagina (anal ring); then he's fuck
the boy with his tongue massaging that ring of muscle with the ball going
through his tongue. Bobby was moaning and mewling and generally going out
of his mind. Joel walked over to him, lubed his dildoe, and pointed to
James' hole. Bobby lost no time in plunging the rubber phallus, easily as
large as Bobby's own, into James right up to the handle he tightly held in
his fist. James gasped and his body quaked. Bobby didn't hesitate; he
began to drill James's pussy for all he was worth. James cried out in
pain-pleasure-pain-shock. Bobby was relentless and refused to slow down so
that James could not get into the rhythm; instead he found himself at the
other boy's mercy.. and he had none. He impaled James on the fake prick up
to the hilt and literally lifted him off the bed on top of his fist, cock up
his ass. Bobby reached out to steady James' body with his other hand and he
held him there, sitting jammed onto Bobby's hand while Bobby grabbed him by
the head and slam-kissed him. Their faces met like two fists and melted
into a sucking kiss. Then Bobby threw him back onto the bed and continued
the violent fuck. Two, three, four more thrusts and James screamed as his
cock-clit erupted. Jizz flew everywhere, up onto James' platinum hair; it
hit his face, went up his nose a
Now it was James' turn to return the fuck. He pushed Bobby onto his back,
but not before he tore off the boy's Teddy and pulled and snapped and tore
at the garter belt till it gave way and the boy was naked except for all his
jewelry and the high heels. James pushed up the boy's legs, and as they
passed his face he grabbed the right foot, yanked off the high heel and bit
into the boy's big toe. He almost drew blood but stopped himself and
instead gave the toe a good tonguing followed by a hard suck. Before Joel
could lube James's dildoe the pussyboy-girl spit on Bobby's hole and rammed
the dildoe in. It got past the ring and stopped; Bobby howled. James spit
and his other hand and wiped it on the shaft of his own cock, once again
hard and dripping boysauce, and before Joel could stop him James pulled out
the dildoe and shanked Bobby with his own dick-clit. Bobby started to cry
out but James fell on him and covered his mouth with his own. He forced
open Bobby's lips with his tongue and began to explore the dark reaches of
the boy's throat. Meanwhile he began to thrust his dick into Bobby's very
stretched-out hole. Both boys were moaning in seconds. Bobby's cock
exploded between them and ejaculated cocksnot all over both their chests and
chins. James never missed a beat; he continued the hard fuck. When James
lifted himself off Bobby's chest to be able to jackhammer the boy's cunt
Bobby's bell began to ring again. Bobby made loud grunting sounds with
every thrust and eight or nine beats later his cock shot once more spewing
rope after rope of fresh boyseed to baptize both of them. With every spurt
Bobby's bell would ding. Seeing that sent James over the edge, and he
applied several coats of cockcream to the inside of Bobby's guts. They
collapsed into a sweaty cummy heap on the bed.
Joel was laughing, 'You girls. you get carried away.. you're too emotional..
it's typical. Someday you're husbands are going to have their hands full.'
Lying next to each other Bobby whispered in James' ear, 'I love you Honey
And James thought, 'I just met her and she already loves me. I'll never
understand girls.. but I do love to fuck them.'
Then Joel said, 'And you, you disobedient girl, what am I going to do with
you?' And he grabbed James by his wet hair and dragged him off the bed and
onto the floor.
'You stay down there, you defiant, insubordinate shithead. How dare you
rape my little Suzzie Q? I told you that you were a cute little girl.. but
you didn't listen.. you had to be a wayward little pussyboy.. you are too
attached to that boycock swinging between your legs. What to do.. What to
do.. Perhaps we need to think about removing that filthy thing that you
raped my sweet little girl with.. What have you got to say for yourself
boy?' And he kicked James in the nuts.
James, feeling totally dejected opened his legs so that Master Joel could
have easier access to his boynuts. He was hoping against hope that Master
Joel would give him a beating and leave it at that, but the Master seemed
way, way too angry for a simple lashing. Then he heard the words that
suggested the removal of his boyfucker and he grew terrified. He said,
'Pleathe thir beat me. Pleathe beat me.'
Joel answered, 'If you think you're going to get off with a beating you've
lost your mind cuntlips. I think we need to think about removing
something.. your little pecker or maybe your useless boynuts.'
James began to retch, 'Pleathe thir, pleathe don't take my boycock.
Pleathe!' and he began to kiss Joel's feet and tug at his pant leg.
Joel said, 'Come with me!' He grabbed James by one of his titrings and
pulled him along on his hands and knees.
James had to crawl for all he was worth. It felt like that ring was going
to break through his boynip at any moment. Joel was pulling it so hard that
the nipple was pulled out by at least three inches and you could see
daylight through the hole.
Finally they reached one of the raised platforms and Joel pulled James to
his feet by his beautiful platinum locks. He yelled, 'SPREAD THOSE LEGS
James spread his feet as far apart as he possibly could. till the ligaments
in his thighs were at their limit and screaming and he put his hands behind
his head in perfect pussyboy position. and he waited.. and he prayed that no
one handed Master Joel a scissors or a scalpel.
Joel snapped his fingers and pointed to a gym bag resting against one of the
side chairs. One of the other pussyboys at hand crawled over to it, grabbed
it in his teeth and brought it over to Master Joel. Joel reached into the
bag and pulled out his huge golf shoes with titanium spikes and long laces
and said, 'Now let's see what we have here..
Minutes later James was trying hard not to cry out. Master Joel had tied
off each of the pussyboy's balls and tied it to a golf shoe. Master Joel
gave the very heavy shoes a good slap and they swung back and forth between
James' legs. His nuts were beginning to swell and both were a rather
frightening shade of dark purple. James wanted to scream; James needed to
scream. Tears welled up in his eyes and poured down his face. All the
while his balls, independent of each other swayed back and forth between his
James was going out of his mind when he heard Master Joel send one of the
pussyboys to fetch the large bowl full of marbles. James could only wonder
how many marbles it would take before the shoes got too heavy and pulled off
his boynuts. He needed to do something... say something, 'Pleathe, pleathe,
pleathe fuck me mathter. Pleathe mathter. I am tho tho thorry for raping
Thuzzie. I am tho thorry. Pleathe rape me mathter. Rape me!'
Master Joel simply said, 'OK, I will.' and he grabbed James by the arm and
pulled him off the platform.
Joel yelled, 'Bend over.. hands behind your head!'
And as soon as James complied Master Joel unzipped and impaled the boy on
his prick to the hilt. There was nothing kind or gentle about the way Joel
power fucked the boy. With every thrust James was forced a couple steps
forward, and with every push forward the golf shoes would swing wide tearing
at his nuts and ballsac. James used every ounce of control to keep from
screaming. Instead, with every shove he would grunt loudly and deeply.
After five or six forceful pushes James had been moved maybe fifteen feet
and he was going out of his mind. Joel had gotten so rough that the heavy
shoes had begun to strike James in the chest with every new dick shove.
James prayed that Master Joel would come. He realized that his own boycock
was still very hard and rather purple itself, but he wasn't thinking too
much about coming because it took all his senses not to fall or scream or
pass out or beg and beg and beg and beg Master Joel to please stop.
James' rape continued for five of the longest minutes in his life. Just as
he began to fight to remain conscious he felt Master Joel grab the back of
his hair and pull. He felt Joel's cock began to fire in his guts and the
shoes hit him once more very hard in the chest.
Master Joel reached around, grabbed James' prick, and said, 'OK you may
come.' And James came and came and came and came... and for a moment all the
pain faded away....... THEN IT ALL CAME BACK AT ONCE and James screamed.
Minutes later James was looking up at Master C.
James thought maybe he had died and gone to heaven. He said, 'Hello
C was more than a little put out. He put his thumb under Joel's chin and
led him over to the corner of the room, 'I warned you about this. I told
you. What the fuck is wrong with you?'
Joel smiled back, 'He disobeyed a direct order. Besides C, I was careful.
The boy is not hurt. I swear.'
C responded, 'You'd better hope he's OK.'
C collected James and left.