Toilet Training Tony

Looking down at those puffed out lips circling his dickhead, Kurt smirked.

He was being force fed, this new sensation of having a dick jammed halfway down his throat making his eyes tear up, involuntary milking that thick shaft as he gagged.

That final loss of control of his breathing, fed while held by those Italian peasant jug ears pulled methodically up and down that dick, was when he had stopped fighting, just breathing in time to that pounding of his throat.

Tony sat there on the toilet with his eyes unfocused letting this blond beefy stud push his face onto his crotch making him lick every inch clean, his mouth slack as his new trainer cradled his chin in his big hand holding that dick just a fraction away from his lips, then stepping forward to slap that dick across his cheeks and his puffy lips, suddenly stepping back to jerk it in a frenzy with that sloppy spit shine Tony had just applied.

Tony was mesmerized as that fist flew up and down the shaft of that dick but suddenly stopping and holding it rigid, pointing that meat missile directly at his open lips.

It suddenly began to shoot, the deep cleft of that slit opening with a salvo of pearly juice directly into his slack mouth, shot after shot hitting the back of his throat till Tony stuck out his tongue and laid it under that thick shaft feeling it pulsing on his tongue in time to this blond stud's beating heart, swelling as even more cum seeped from that spongy head.

He had gotten his present, the tears on his cheeks in relief of this night-long exhaustive effort for such a prize.

Tony wiped his chin of the juice that had escaped his lips and only then realized he wasn't being held captive, he could have fought back, lashed out at this big stud however fruitlessly.

Sitting there, cum stained and bruised, totally free of any restraint, Tony looked up and recognized that look of complete mastery on this stud's face, a smile creeping into the corners of those full lips.

Tony sat there as this face came closer and looked deeply into those blue-green eyes, the soft curve of that lower lip, that strong cleft chin. He was seeing this face for the first time and studied every feature, not out of any fear or need to identify his rapist but to understand how he had fallen completely under his spell.

Without hesitation those lips crushed onto his and Tony sighed. The electric contact of tongues, those sweet full lips tasting of cigarettes, now breathing as one, was reassuring, even loving.

Tony sat as if a small bird on its nest feeding directly from it's mother's craw.

As the kiss broke he was surprised to hear his new master speak, the words seemingly from another realm, another dimension he knew but had not been to recently, still floating in that induced state of chemical bliss.

"It's time for the park, your friends need you…" Kurt barked.

Tony suddenly felt his hair pulled straight up and back, his mouth opening wide in surprise. This made it easy for that blond stud to shove that balled-up rag back into his gaping mouth. With a quick pull forward Tony's head was nestled between those hairy thighs and held there as his arms were pulled back, held in one big fist as he heard the belt pulled from those uniform pants, quickly wrapped around his wrists.

"…and you should never keep your friends waiting for what they need "

He had stepped back allowing Tony to look up again at that face with those steely eyes, that mouth now a taunting sneer, snorting as if a bull, that breath so hot it seemed to steam in the air. A fist pulled at the front of his teeshirt drawing him up and Tony was suddenly face to face with this man that had dominated, demeaned and denounced all that Tony stood for.

The tears on his cheeks burned as Tony now stood accused in front of this man who he had licked and had kissed, swallowed and allowed to take him along down into those depths he would never have traveled.

Held there face to face with this strong blond stud Tony suddenly hung his head in contrition, resigned to this judgement, knowing the verdict would be even harsher than the time he had served so far.

To Be Continued..