[Reader: If you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences like they do in real life. Be sure not to act with abandon as do the story's characters.]
Downgrade
I just got woke by Tony punching my shoulder. He told me it was time to get up. The clock up on the wall says 11:10. I don’t need to shower again. I’ll just go to the kitchen and eat something.
When the others come in, Tony pulls me aside and says, “Boss wants you to wait here when we go up to the gym. Guess he wants to talk bout last night.”
So, I’m waitin. And, I’m thinkin’ back over last night . . . on how much I liked what I was doin’ . . . about how proud I felt bout my huge cock and balls. I’m seeing myself in the mirrors here in the kitchen sittin’ on the bench. Without having even thought about it, my right hand is movin’ up and down my shaft. It’s gettin’ hard. My left hand is holdin’ my balls. They sure fill it. Umm. Umm. Umm. Man, I’m hard. It points out ten inches! It’s so thick and veiny. And, shiny black. Does it ever feel good! Umm. Umm.
“So, Charlie, you just cannot get enough of that cock that I gave you.” It’s Boss. Didn’t hear him come in. Guess I was too into my penis.
“Yea, Boss. It just feels so fine when it’s all hard like this. I just feel like I wanna keep it that way much as I can.”
“That is just fine, Charlie. It is exactly what I had planned for you from the first time I saw you that night in my club. You have advanced a good way toward my goals for you.”
Goals? Goals for me? What’s Phillipe mean – more doin’ stuff to my body? More voodoo? More tats or metal? *Freak that he’s made me into, what the hell difference could it make now? I’m fucked anyway.*
“Charlie, did you enjoy your first night working in the club?”
“Yea, Boss. I was proud to walk in there with my big cock and balls hangin’ for all of ‘em to see. And, takin’ cock and givin’ head was fine, too. I never thought I’d do things like that. Sure never thought I’d like doin’ ‘em. But, damn, it was good!”
“The members were impressed with the look – the unusual look – of their new amusement toy, I must say, Charlie.
“A number of them did have a complaint however. They said they felt a lot of your teeth along their shafts and on their cock heads. I can change that, though. I want you to be known for the blowjobs that you do. I want people to come to my club just to fuck your mouth . . . and your asshole.”
“Teeth? My teeth on their cocks? My brothers have never said anything bout that. I dunno . . . . I’m sorry, Boss“
“No matter, Charlie. As I said, I can remedy that. I have also called John back for a session downstairs today. He should arrive shortly. We will go down to meet him now.”
John. Thought I might not have to see him again. I can’t be told to go to the door to let him in because of this shock collar I wear, so Phillipe is answering his knocking. As they come back into the room, Phillipe is saying to John, “I want three studs placed in a semi-circle near the outer end of the boy’s tongue. It will create a new sensation when he is sucking my members’ cocks.
“Has my order for the large earrings for his tunnels arrived?”
“Yea, the large black onyx cocks ‘n’ balls. I’ve got ‘em with me. They’re gonna look cool hangin’ from his tunnels . . . specially once they're full-sized.”
Studs in my tongue!? Earrings? That look like cocks? Damn. That’ll be hot. *No way. Why did I think that. Why is my black cock swelling up just thinkin’ bout ‘em?*
“Hmm, Phillipe. Looks like your boy’s happy just thinkin’ bout ‘em. Least ways his pole is. Look how it’s hardening up.”
Dunno why that makes me feel embarrassed. But, it does. I’m proud when my cock gets big and men see it. Know it must make ‘em jealous.
“Yes. Charlie’s body told me well before he would admit that he liked having his body decorated, that he did like it.
“Do you have any Prince Albert piercings in your case?”
“I carry a lotta samples of stuff. Never know when a customer might wanna check things out. Yea, I got some.”
“Good. Let me see what you have. If it is appropriate, I will have you add it his body. It must be fairly large to match the size of his penis. His foreskin is very ample and loose. It should not cause a problem.”
A Prince Albert. A P.A. on my big dick hangin’ down. Hot! *Nahh! Nahh. I don’t want one of them! My mind keeps likin’ stuff I don’t like. It’s gotta be somethin’ to do with what Phillipe did to me with that stuff he put on my head.*
John is showing him the P.A.s in his case.
“Ahh. Good. You have one that closes. It looks big enough, too. Put it on him today.
“Do your work, then, John. By the way, make it a reverse Prince Albert. I will give you plenty of time to work then I will come back down here.”
Phillipe has left. “John, is that fuckin’ P.A. gonna hurt puttin’ it in?”
“Only when the hole is first made. After that, you’ll still feel it, Boy, but not too bad. It’ll heal up good.”
“How’ll I keep it from getting’ infected?”
“Remember the nipple piercings? It’s kinda like that. I got a pamphlet with the directions what to do and what not to do. Just remember, ya can’t be puttin’ that nice big cock of yours in anyone anywhere for maybe two months.”
“Two months!”
“Ya heard me right.”
“Can I bate it?”
“Hold off as long as you can. If you keep movin’ it, it’ll take longer to heal. Might not feel great hittin’ it with your hand, either.”
“Is that stuff tellin’ me how to take care of it hard to read? Seems like I have a hard time doin’ that.”
“Nah. It’s done simple since a lotta guys aren’t good at readin’ technical stuff.
“Now, let’s put these onyx earrings through those big tunnels in your ear lobes.”
He’s puttin’ them in.
“Yea, Boy. They look just great.”
It’s a few hours since Philllipe left us, now. Got five more holes in my body. Three in my tongue. Two in my cock head. They’re both throbbin’. John had stuff to deaden ‘em some before he did ‘em. Still felt it plenty when he did ‘em. Black cock earrings in the tunnels in my ears. No kissin’, no fuckin’, no gettin’ blown for a while now. That’ll be hard. *Why am I sayin’ it’ll be hard? I’m straight. Why would it be hard for me not to fuck my brothers – brothers? – or have ‘em blow me? I don’t want shit like that anyhow.* But, I do want shit like that!
Phillipe is back. He first sees the earrings and tells John he’s happy with the way they look. Now, he’s checking my cock to see John’s work.
“Very good work, John. Charlie, open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
I do as I’m told.
“Ahh, yes. I cannot wait to feel those new studs caressing my hard cock when you suck me.
“John, it would seem that the boy’s expression of thanks to you for your work here today will not be able to be a blow job. You will have to be content with fucking him. Will that due?”
“That’ll due just fine, Phillipe. Really love gettin’ that bonus thanks from your boy added to your payment for services. It’s great doin’ business with ya.”
Phillipe is telling me, “Stand up and lean over the table, Charlie. Spread those legs and reach back and spread your hips. Let John see that target.”
I do as I’m told. Truth is, I’m wantin’ it. I’m gettin’ used to my brothers takin’ my ass every night and sometimes in the gym. I like the feel of their hard cocks up my hole. And, I’m thinkin’ bout last night in the club. Don’t know how many rods were up in me then. *But, I’m straight. This just ain’t me!*
“John, I wish you to return in a week. I have more tattoos that I want applied to the boy.”
“Next week? Sure, Phillipe. I can do that. Always love doin’ business with ya. You pay good and in cash. And, I get a bonus each time!”
Tattoos . . . more than one. Is Phillipe gonna leave any part of my body unmarked? I kinka hope not! *Nooo. Don’t want any more. Gonna be nearly impossible to get rid of what’s already on me once I make my escape from here.*
“Boss?”
“Yes, Charlie?”
“Why more tats?”
“Because I wish them, Boy.”
“But, what if I don’t wany any more of ‘em?”
“First of all, it makes no difference what you want or do not want. Secondly, you are not being respectful to me questioning my desires in such matters.”
“But, Boss. It’s my body!”
“Boy, have you not figured out yet that you are mine? I own you, Boy.”
“No way, Boss. Maybe I’m workin’ for ya . . . but that don’t mean ya own me.”
“Charlie, we will talk more about this later. Go up to join your brothers.”
I do as I am told.
As me and my brothers are goin’ into the kitchen to eat, I see Phillipe pullin’ Tony aside and talkin’ low to him. I wonder . . . .
After finishing the meal, Tony tells me, “Boss says I’m supposed to go back downstairs with you now. He’ll be meetin’ us there.”
Tony and I have been down here ten minutes or more. Still no Phillipe. I'm nervous. Wait – I hear somethin’. He’s comin’ into the room.
“Tony, strap Charlie to the cross. Then, raise is up just so that its feet rest on the floor.”
I just go over and lay down on it. What point in resisting? I learned a long while ago that until I escape, I got no say. Tony’s strappin’ my wrists and ankles. Now, I’m spread eagle on the X-cross. Tony is raisin' it up so it’s standing.
“Boy, you have continued being too lacking in respect for me and my wishes for you. You recall the last adjustment with the potion on your skull? It is time for another.”
Damn. Ever since the first one of these I’ve been havin’ trouble keeping connected with my real self. Am I gonna be able to after more of Phillipe’s “potion”? I haven’t felt this afraid since some of the first weeks here.
Here it goes. He’s lightin’ the candles and startin’ in on his chanting. He comin’ over with that bandana and puttin’ it on my head.
Now, he’s comin’ back with the liquid he’s mixed up in a can with a spout on it. He’s pouring it over my head. He’s starting to chant in that strange language. I feel all hot. My scalp’s tingly. I feel like I’m losin’ it . . . like I’m gonna pass out.
Ah’m wakin’ up hangin’ here. Ma chin’s on ma chest ‘n’ ah’m droolin’. Dunno how long ah’ve been here. Ma eyes are all blurry like, but ah can see Boss and ma bro, Tony, standin’ in front o’ me.
“Boy – what is your name?”
“Wha . . . huh . . . ah . . . Bo . . . Boss . . .whaddya mean? Ya know who ah am. Ah’m Charlie.”
“Charlie what?”
“Charlie diFilippo.”
“Who is standing next to me?”
“Wha’s this fer, Boss. Why ya askin’ me that? It’s Tony.”
“What is Tony to you, Charlie?”
“He’s ma brother, Boss.”
“Do you have the same mother or father?”
“Nah. Ya know we don’t, Boss.”
“Then, how is it that you are brothers?”
“Boss – ‘cause ya own both o’ us. We’re diFilippos.”
Ah can see better now. Boss is smilin’. “Yes. You are. And, who makes decisions for what you boys do and how and when you do it?”
“Ya do, Boss. Like ah said, ya own us!”
“Very well, Charlie. It seems that the adjustment has worked. You are speaking in a simpler way, too. I do not think you are as intelligent as you once were. You are a changed boy.”
“Whaddya mean, Boss? Ah’m changed? Feel the same.”
“Do not bother yourself about it, Charlie. Tony, lay the cross down and unstrap your brother.”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
Ah’m free. Boss is gone. Tony is askin’ me, “How ya feel, Charlie? You O.K.? Need anything?”
“Little groggy. Head hurts some. Not too bad. Wha happened?
“Boss put that potion on your head.”
“Yea, ah ‘member that. But, then ah passed out. What happened while ah was out?”
“Well, Boss was chantin’ in that language he uses with his voodoo, so I don’t rightly know. But, your body was wrigglin’ round and you were moanin’. Was like you was tryin’ to say stuff. Just a lotta words like ‘forgot’, ‘dunno’, ‘want it’, ‘proud’. I recognized ‘diFilippo’ and Johnston’, I know for sure.”
“Johnston?”
“Yea – Johnston. Your name before you were a diFilippo.”
“Ma name before?”
“Yea – your name. Like before Boss made ya one of us.”
“Ah dun’t know what ya mean. Ah dun’t ‘member too good ‘fore ah got here. Wha’s wrong wid me?”
“Dunno, Charlie. But, ya sound different. You’re talkin’ different. You’re not soundin’ like a college guy anymore.”
“College? Whaddya mean?”
“College. Like you went to college. Ya always talk better then us boys.”
“College? Me? Ah was in college? Fer what?”
“I dunno. Somethin’ bout numbers and shit.”
“Numbers? Ya mean like addin’ ‘n’ dividin’ and all?”
“Yea – exactly. All that.”
“Ah dunno. Can’t ‘member nothin’ like that.”
“Shit, Charlie. I think I’m startin’ to know what Boss was doing on you with his voodoo. I think you’re dumber than before!”
“Nah, nah. Ah dun’t feel dumb. Ah jus feel a little groggy.”
Tony says to me, “Let’s go up and do the cleanin’ in the club. We gotta be ready for tonight.”
“Yea – tonight. Ah can’t wait. Ah really had fun wid all them cocks in my holes. And, ah’m real proud of my big cock and balls hangin’ down or pointin’ out hard. Ah love ma body. Ah love yers, too, Bro.!”
Ah’m reachin’ fer Tony’s dick and grabbin’ onto it, squeezin’ it. He grabs mine.
It’s night time now. Club’s open. Ah can’t go, though. Boss says it’ll be weeks ‘fore ah can go back. Ah can’t suck fer fuck cause o’ my new piercings. He says the members can’t be trusted to co-oper . . . co-oper . . . go along wid his orders bout that. So, ah’m up in the gym jus workin’ out extra. It’s cool. Ah can work on gittin’ bigger. Ah like bein’ all pumped.
Been few weeks since ah got ma cock and tongue pierced. Still can’t go back to the club fer more than a month yet, Boss says. Gotta heal ma cock real good. Today John’s comin’ to do more work on ma body. Can’t wait to see what Boss wants him to do. Love ma tats! No one’ll be missin’ noticin’ me, fer sure. Love havin’ everyone notice ma big cock and balls. Be hard to miss ‘em, they’re so big – and bein’ black wid my white body, like ah say – hard to miss me!
Last few weeks when we’re cleanin’ up the club, ah keep forgittin’ wha ah’m supposed to do. But, that’s O.K. My bros remind me. They dun’t seem mad at me. They jus laugh and tell me ah’m gittin’ to be a dumb fuck. Ah laugh, too. Maybe ah am. Dunno. Dun’t make no difference. All ah gotta do is git in shape and then git back to my job fer Boss. He wants me to be a good hole fer the club’s members. Ah can do that. Shit, that’s what ah wanna do!
Ah’m back in the downstairs room where Boss’ voodoo stuff is. Boss jus went to let John in wid his gear. Ah’m excited to see him. When he’s done, he can fuck me. That’s all ma bros have been able to do since last time he was here. Can’t wait till everythin’s healed up. Ah’m wantin’ to give head and fuck ma bros again! Boss ‘n’ John are comin’ in.
“Hello, Boy. I hear you’re a new man! Don’t rightly know what that means . . . but, that’s what Phillipe is telling me.”
Ah’m jus smilin’. Dun’t know what Boss means by that, either. Dun’t matter none.
“John,” Boss is sayin’, “I want you to do two printed word tattoos on the boy’s head. One in front, on his skull not his forehead, that says DUMBFUCK. All one word. That is what the boys have been calling Charlie lately, and it seems to be accurate. Am I right about that, Charlie?”
“Yea, Boss. They been callin’ me that. Ah’m forgettin’ shit and all. Dun’t bother me none, though. Ah laugh wid ‘em when stuff happens.”
John is sayin’, “Yes. I do see a change, Phillipe. What happened?”
“I do not exactly know, John. I found Charlie lying by that cross over there one afternoon. Perhaps he had fallen and hit his head, gotten knocked out. Since that day he has not been quite the same. It is all right, though. He will still be able to do his job in the club just fine.”
Did ah fall down? Dun’t think so. Can’t ‘member fallin’. Jus ‘member Boss doin’ some o’ that voodoo shit. Dun’t matter.
“Then, John, on the back of his head, I wish another word. Write CAVEMAN there.”
Hot shit! More marks on me. Gonna show up even more.
Ah say, “Aw, Boss! Thanks, Man!”
“You are very welcome, Boy. I am pleased that you are happy about them.”
“Then, John, I have a longer project for you to begin. If you can start it today, that would be fine. It will take more than one session, I know, though.”
“What is that, Phillipe?”
“I wish the boy’s two arms to have full sleeves that will make them appear to be thick, veiny, black cocks . . . like the one between his legs. I wish one of the balls to be behind his shoulder and the other in front of it. Last of all, I wish his wrists to appear to be the groove just before his cock head mushrooms out. The backs of his hands should appear to be his cock head, showing his slit clearly.”
“Hmm. That’s a tall order, Phillipe.”
“Can you do it?”
“I reckon I can. Thing is, being that it’ll be all in black, I’ll have to figure out how to make the veiny features show real good. I’ll come up with something I think will satisfy you.”
“I have confidence in your skills, John. I know you will. There will be a good cash bonus for you if I am pleased . . . in addition to your usual bonus from Charlie.”
Ah see John grinnin’ real big.
“Man, Boss! Ah’m gonna be jus one big dick! Ah’ll be real proud to show up in the club, showin’ off to the men there!”
“You will also make Boss very proud, Charlie. Once your piercings are healed, we will introduce the new Charlie as a ‘Dumbfuck Caveman” to the club members. I believe that you will bring much new popularity to my business, Boy.”
“Ah can’t wait, Boss. Ah been workin’ hard in the gym wid all ma extra time there nights while ah’m healin’. Ma body will be super pumped, too.”
“John, go to it. I will return in a few hours to see the progress.”
John is startin’ on his tat work on my head. It stings, but ah’m used to it. He’s askin me, “Where’d you come here from, Boy?”
“Ah’m not sure. Ah have a hard time ‘memberin’ shit. Guess ah jus wandered in. Maybe ah wanted to give a handjob to someone. Dunno fer sure.”
“I heard Tony say something to you once about you being good with mathematics.”
“Wha’s that word mean, John?”
“You dunno?”
“Nah. Ah dun’t. What’s it mean??
“Doing problems with numbers. Can you do that?”
“Nah. Ah dun’t think so. Like what?”
“Like what is eleven multiplied by five?”
“Wha the shit . . . wha’s ‘multi’ . . . ‘multipla’ . . . mean?”
“Never mind, Dumbfuck. Guess the boys are right about ya.”
“Yea. Guess so. No matter. Ah dun’t have no need fer fuckin’ shit like that no how.”
“Guess ya don’t . . . guess ya don’t, Boy.”
When my bros got to see ma new tats on my head, they jus laughed and laughed. Ah laughed, too. “Ain’t they great? Boss’ club guys are really gonna notice me, right?”
“Right, ‘Caveman’, right,” Tony says.
“What’s Boss havin’ done with your arms, Charlie? He gonna make ‘em all black?”
“Nah. He’s makin’ ‘em into thick, hard cocks!”
Ricky is sayin’, “Maybe we should be callin’ ya ‘dickman’ or ‘penisman’, too. We got lots o’ names fer ya. Ya sure look different than when ya came.”
“How ya mean?”
“Man, you ARE really a dumb fuck, aren’t ya? I mean . . . how you were this handsome weight liftin’ dude workin’ fer some company somewhere.”
“Yea? Really? Dunno bout that. No matter. All ah gotta do now is make sure Boss is happy wid how ah look. Whaddya think?”
Sammy says, “I think you look like some kinda freak . . . like a sex freak.”
“Sex freak. Yea. Sex freak. Guess ah do. Ah like that. Ah’m a dumb fuck, caveman, sex freak!”
We’re all laughin’ agin. Ah love ma bros. Ah kneel down on all fours and stick ma ass up in the air. At least ah can let ‘em fuck me while ma tongue and cock are healin’. They’re whoopin’ and linin’ up behind Tony. He was first to git his finger in ma hole when ah kneeled down. He’s pumpin’ up his cock to fuck me.
Next mornin’ now. Boss says he ‘n’ Tony are takin’ me to see a tooth doctor.
“Why’s that, Boss? Ah ain’t got no tooth aches.”
“Yes, Charlie. I know that. But, do you remember that the club members said that your teeth were a problem when you sucked their cocks?”
“Nah, ah don’t.”
“Well, they did. And, I said that I would have that fixed. So, the dentist is going to remove some teeth. He is a member of the club, so he understands the reason it is needed.”
“Ya gonna have ma teeth taken out?!”
“Not all of them, Boy. Just the middle six on top and the middle six on the bottom. That way the men’s cocks will have no problem feeling your teeth. They will not be present.”
Been a while since the dentist took ma teeth out. Dunno how much time has passed. Ah’m not good wid keepin’ track o’ stuff. Teeth’re all healed. Ma piercin’ holes are all healed, too. Ah got a ring through ma bellybutton added on. It’s got one of them black stone cock ‘n’ balls on it like ma earrings. Same fer ma nip rings. And, fer the ring hangin’ from ‘tween back of ma balls and ma hole. Only two widout ‘em is at the end of ma cock and the one in ma nose. Ma arms are big cocks now. And, ma legs! One of ‘em has a big fuckin’ ol’ snake windin’ round it down to my ankle. Looks like it come outta my asshole! The other leg’s got one windin’ up it so’s it looks like my big cock is the head. Yea. Ah’m a fuckin’ sexy dick man, O.K. – jus like Ricky said.
Oh yea – ‘n’ all ma front teeth are gone. Ma bros laughed at me at first whenever ah smiled. Sammy told me, “Yer one really ugly fucker, Charlie. Way different from when ya first came in here.”
Dun’t matter, long as ah can do ma job fer Boss.
Tonight’s the night ah git to start back in the club. Boss wants me in the downstairs this mornin’. Dunno know why. Dun’t make me scared no more, though. Ah’m waitin’ fer him 'n' playin' wid ma cock.
“Charlie, are you excited about returning to the club tonight?”
“Sure am, Boss. Can’t wait!”
“I have thought about one more change that I am going to make to your body, Charlie.”
“O.K., Boss. The stuff ya did so far is great. Makes me feel special, ya know. Ah’m proud.”
“Then you will like this, too. I will have to use voodoo for this, though. Lie down on the cross. I no longer need to have you strapped to it.”
Ah go and do as ah’m told. Boss is doin’ that singin’ shit again. He’s got that doll in his hands. He’s messin’ with its mouth. Now he’s puttin’ it in ma face, right on ma mouth. Arghh, arghh! It hurts. Damn! Ah’m losin’ it, like always when Boss does this shit.
O.K., ah’m comin’ to. Wha . . . wha was it was happenin’? Oh yea – Boss was makin’ some kinda change to me agin.
“Sit up, Charlie, when you feel steady.”
“O.K., Boss. Gimme a minute.”
Ah’m sittin’ now. Ma mouth feels like ah got somethin’ spiny in it.
“Whaddya do this time, Boss?”
He’s bringin’ me a little mirror.
“Here, Charlie. Look at your face. Do you see any change?”
“Yea – ma mouth is bigger. Lips are fatter, too.”
“That is correct. There is another thing, too, Charlie. Stick out your tongue as far as you can.”
Ah do like ah’m told. Ah can see in the mirror it’s goin’ way, way out. Ah couldn’t do that before.
“Damn, Boss. Ya made it bigger . . . . It’s big like ma cock.”
“That is not all, Charlie. Stick it out again, and leave it there.”
Boss is puttin’ two of his fingers in the middle o’ ma tongue.
“Now, Charlie, wrap the sides of your new tongue up around the sides of my fingers.”
Ah’m thinkin’ that ah can’t do that . . . but ah try. Damn if it dun’t work! Ah done it.
“Charlie, with your new tongue, you can do this same thing with a man’s cock laid on your tongue. And, with it being so much longer, you can now pleasure them even more than before when you tongue their shafts and their cock heads , , , and when you suck their balls or rim them.”
Boss is takin’ 'is fingers away. “Damn, Boss. Somethin’ else to make me special! Can ah try it out on ya, Boss? Now?”
“That is an excellent idea, Charlie. There was a time when you never would have made such a suggestion.”
Boss is naked, like always ‘cept nights in the club. Ah kneel up in front o’ his big ol’ thick cock. Ah’m takin’ it in ma hands and holdin’ it. Ah kiss 'is slit. Ah’m openin’ ma mouth and ma long, new tongue is comin’ out. Ah’m lickin’ 'is knob with the end of it. Feels different than before. Maybe ah can feel more wid ma bigger tongue. Ah’m lickin’ up his shaft. Dun’t take any work at all.
Ah jus kinda tongue it without hardly havin’ to move ‘less ah wanna start suckin’ it. Ah’m tryin’ to wrap the sides o’ ma tongue round the sides of 'is dick. Yea! It’s workin’ . . . it’s like ah got his cock kinda stuck right where ah want it. Ah’m pushin’ over more o' it. Wanna close ma lips and start suckin’. Ohh yeahhh! This is nice. Ma bigger lips ‘n’ not worryin’ bout ma teeth bein’ in the way – great! Ah’m movin’ up and down, up and down on Boss’ big tool. He’s moanin’. Ah come off it and lick it all round and up and down it. Back on him, now. Ma lips are shut tight. Ah got 'is cock head down ma throat. He made me learn a while back how to make ma throat shake round it when it's down inside me. He said it was some fancy word like “vib . . . vibrat” or somethin’. Whatever. Anyway, he told me ah do it jus fine. Ah’m doin’ that to him now. Umm. Ah like this big tongue! Boss sounds like he’s likin’ it, too. He’s moanin’ and movin’ back and forth meetin’ my mouth. Umm! Ah feel him gittin’ stiffer all o’ sudden. He’s gonna cum! Yeahh! Boss is cummin’ right down ma throat. Feel his jizz goin’ right in me.
Boss is backed his cock outta ma mouth, now. Gone sorta semi. But wid his cock semi its still really big.
“Charlie, I wish I had thought of this change long ago. You did a wonderful job. I have never had you service me so well before now. The customers will love this . . . and so will your brothers.”
“Yea, Boss. It’ll be great. Ah’m gonna be real proud. Ah really want the night to get here quick. I wanna show off ma great bod in your club.”
Ah’m finally in the room back of the club, playin’ witd ma dick like always. Waitin’ for Boss to come git me . . . to lead me in on the leash. Tonight he told me he’d be hookin’ it to the ring through ma cock head . . . he said it’s a “P-A”. Dunno. Guess that stands for somethin’. Anyways, ah’m sure proud o’ it. Here he comes.
“Charlie, stand up. Good. You have been playing with yourself. You are showing very well. Let me hook this leash to your Prince Albert. Ahh, yes. Very nice. Very nice, indeed.”
We’re comin’ into the club. Ah haven’t been here ‘cept to clean it in the daytime fer a long time. Like before, lotta hootin’ and hollerin’ goin’ on. Guess they’re glad ah’m back. Ah’m smilin’ all big . . . and ah’m walkin’ tall with ma big, semi hardon pushin’ out in front o’ me. Umm. Hands reachin’ out to touch it. Same for ma ass. Ah’m lickin’ ma lips – ma new fat lips. Seems like ah got more spit now than before. It’s kinda leakin’ outta the sides o’ ma mouth. Dun’t matter. Ah’m lookin’ cool. Ah’m a big, sexy dumbfuck caveman. Ah’m one o’ the diFilippo brothers! Ah’m a lucky fucker!
Boss is talkin’: “Gentlemen . . . your new toy from some time ago is back . . . with some changes. Tell your friends about him. I will attach his cock leash to the ring I have had installed in the middle of the open area. He will remain there for the night to serve your needs. Remember to use the rubbers supplied if you fuck him – or any of the other boys. I keep my boys healthy. He will suck you. He will rim you. He will take your piss. And, I can guarantee that he will be happy to do it all!”
Man oh man. Boss is tellin’ him how great ah am. Ah feel all ‘portant like. Ah kneel down soon as he hooks me to that ring he had put in the floor. Kinda hot, really. The men are in a circle round me, all lookin’ at me. Ah bet they wanna be me! Whatever.
Hey, there’s a big ol’ cock danglin’ front of ma face. Ah’m openin’ ma new big lips and reachin’ fer it. Tonguein’ it. Umm. Taste the pre. Ah feel a hard one movin’ up ‘n’ down ma ass crack. Ohh yeahh! Startin’ to come into me all nice and slow . . . in and out, in and out. Ummm. Ah’m feelin’ it – it’s makin’ my cock go all hard out. Kneelin’ down like this, when ah’m all hard like this, ma cock’s so big it’s gotta go out a little in front o’ me to git its head’s on the floor. It bounces some when ma g-spot gets rubbed by a cock in ma asshole. Damn. Ah am so lucky. This is great!
Ah spent part o’ the night on my knees and part o’ it standin’ up and part o’ it layin’ on ma back. Ah got cum and piss and sweat all over me and inside o’ me. The guys must really think ah’m special. They’re usin’ me so much. It’s jus like Boss wants. That’s wha’s ‘portant. Ah wanna please Boss. He owns me!
To Be Continued
