I woke up the next morning deflowered and elated about it, especially that it happened with someone like Marc. I suppose waking up with a huge cock knocking at your back door would also make a bottom elated, and that’s what was happening to me. Marc kissed my shoulder while prepping me for a morning breeding.
“You’re gonna spoil me Sammy boy wakin’ up like this every mornin’. You see what ya gone did makin’ me chub up? Open up that hole boy I gotta empty my nuts in ya just like I did your momma every mornin’.”
“Yes Sir.”, I happily obliged.
Marc’s cock found its way sure enough. It was harder than granite and slipped right on in until there was no more.
“Ohhhhh yessss”, I hissed.
“Damn it son, I’m gonna wear this hole out ya feelin’ so good.”
Marc pushed me down on my stomach and leaned over me. His hairy chest tickled my back, each arm push up style on either side of me, cock deeply embedded. Marc lifted his ass high up in the air and crashed down inside of me, causing me to lose my breath on each downstroke.
“Ya hole is tighter than ya momma’s cootch, boy. Some good ass you got here!”
My eyes were spinning in the back of my head. Marc placed one forearm under my neck now. The hairs from his moustache scratched the side of my face as he grunted louder and louder in my ear. Finally, when Marc released, his entire body tensed above mine and I was surely inseminated. Marc’s mornin’ wood shook inside it as it warmed my insides with his batter.
“Damn boy! Yer hole is some of the best pussy I’ve ever had!”
A hard full-handed swat to the behind followed.
“You’re gonna sure earn your keep son. I’ve gotta git goin’ to work. Fetch me some breakfast and fix my lunch while I freshen’ up.”
“Yes Sir.”
I slipped on some shorts and gladly made Marc some eggs, toast and sausage, brewed him so coffee and made him a sandwich to go. All of this while squeezing my sphincter shut to keep Marc’s essence inside as long as I could do it.
“Good boy, Sammy. Now after school today I want ya to do somethin’ for me.”
“What’s that, Sir?”
“Clearly god done and made ya girl-like so ya don’t have much in the way of hair like us menfolk, but I’m gonna need ya to rid yourself of any ya have growin’ down there if ya know what I mean. We’re gonna fix that little…distraction you got goin’ on down there so it don’t need to be gettin’ in our way.”
“Sir? I’m not sure why you’re meanin’?”
“Damn boy, I don’t want ya get in the habit of spellin’ everythin’ out for ya. We’re gonna get that little dick of yours locked up son, that’s what I’m meanin’. Don’t wannna get any hair stuck in there.”
“Sir, do we have to? I’m sure it won’t get in the way. Please Sir?”
“Sammy boy, I wont tolerate no sass comin’ out ya mouth. Ya hear me son! I done made up my mind and that’s what’s gonna happen. Now you be a good boy and do as I tell ya or they’ll be consequences.”
Marc’s brows furrowed, his voice was sharp, and his one hand gripped his thick belt buckle. It made me a little frightened.
“Yes Sir. Ok.”, I shivered as I said it.
Marc tossed my hair with his fingers, a small gesture of positive reinforcement that I needed in the moment.
“That’s a good boy. I’ll see ya later son.” Marc pinched my cheek like I was his child.
I don’t know what was going on with me, but ever since Marc popped my cherry and filled me with his baby juice, I felt so much happier. Losin’ momma put me in a deep funk and I felt like I was comin’ out of it. I decided havin’ Marc live in the house with me was a good idea. It also felt nice havin’ a real man in the house with me, a sense of security I know I’d never have livin’ alone.
I reckoned during the school day that puttin’ a lock on my dick would be a small price to pay for all the things Marc was offerin’. He was paying’ the bills, payin’ for meals, and in return I was doin’ all the things my momma did for ‘em. In a way I felt like she’d want me to take good care of Marc just like she did, knowin’ his needs are met.
After I put my backpack down in my bedroom I knew it was time to do what Marc asked me to. I didn’t have much need for a razor myself, but I did have a disposable one momma bought me when a couple of stray hairs grew above my upper lip. I soaped up my groin in the shower and carefully scraped the fine pubes off my body and then I checked for any strays on my balls.
Convinced I’d left no trace of hair in the area, I dried off, put on some shorts and a tank top and waited for Marc to come home.
I kept myself busy by vacuumin’ the rugs.
I didn’t hear Marc come through the door with the vacuum goin’ and was startled when I saw him watchin’ me.
“Did I scare ya son?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Didn’t mean ta. You do as I asked, boy?”
“Yes Sir”, I said bashfully.
“Let me see how ya did. Git on over here.”
“Yes Sir.”
I wrapped up the vacuum cord and set it aside and walked over towards Marc.
“Go on. Drop ‘em.”
I dropped my shorts to my ankles and looked up into Marc’s face.
“See Sir. I did it.”, turning beet red.
Marc inspected my work running his fingers over my groin and placed my tiny balls in his fingertips.
“Very good boy, Sammy. Good boys make me very happy. Well go on then, pull ‘em up and let’s git goin’”
“Yes Sir.”
I climbed into Marc’s truck and sat silently as he drove. March placed his hand on my thigh.
“No need to be scared son. This is gonna be good for ya. In a few days you’re gonna thank me. You’ll see. Ya trust me boy, don’t ya?”
“Yes Sir.”
“That’s my boy.”
We pulled into the parking lot of one of the sex shops in town. It looked a little seedy and it made me a little nervous so I held Marc’s hand to comfort me.
“It’s going to be fine, son. You’ll see.”
“Yes Sir.”
When we walked into the store there was a young twenty something twink behind the counter.
“Sir Marc! It’s so good to see you! Is this the new boy you were tellin’ me bout?”
“Yes boy, Sammy say hello to Tommy. He’s just like you ya know.”
I looked up confused.
“Like me, Sir?”
“Yeah so , a soft boy. Only he’s a bit more experienced and knows his place in society. Don’t ya Tommy boy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Hi Tommy.”, I said timidly.
“Oh now, don’t be so bashful son. Tommy’s gonna get ya all fixed up while I do some shoppin’.”
“Sure Sir. Sammy you can come with me and I’ll get ya situated.”
Marc walked away and Tommy had me walk behind the counter.
Tommy pulled my shorts down and started measurin’ my bits. A few minutes later, a pink Cobra cage was tightly secured and Tommy handed the key to Marc.
Marc had a stack of jockstraps of all different colors in his hand.
“Sammy boy, trash those white briefs you’re wearin’ and put this one on.” It was tiny and pink. The pouch fit snugly over my new cage.
“Perfect! That’s exactly what I was hopin’ for son. Ya did good Tommy.”
Marc paid the bill and we headed back home.
“Son, ‘member what I told ya bout wearin’ clothes in the house, don’t ya?”
“Yes Sir. Ya don’t want me wearin’ any.”
“Good boy. So ya know what that means don’t ya?”
“When we git home, ya want me to take off what I’m wearin’?”
“Sir! Always Sir!”
Marc smacked the back of my head in anger.
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir!”
“I think it’s time fer yer first lesson boy. Strip at the door and then come see me in the bedroom. Ya hear me, boy?”
“Lesson Sir?
He didn’t even respond. I could sense Marc was pretty upset because he stopped talkin’ and his face was turning’ red.
When we pulled into the driveway. Marc growled at me.
“Git!”, he yelled.
I opened the front door and quickly took off my clothes leaving them in heap.
“Give ‘em to me, boy.”
I handed my things to Marc and he took them with him to the bedroom and I followed him there.
Marc set them in a drawer and closed it.
“Ya gotta earn ‘em back son. Now let’s git your lesson over and done cuz I’m starvin’!”
“Yes Sir.”
Marc had me bent over the back of the sittin’ chair with my jock strapped ass sticking out and up.
I heard him pull off his belt. Marc pushed the back of my head into the fabric with one hand while taking the belt to my flesh with the other.
Hot flashes of light fluttered under my eyelashes as my hide was struck.
“Owwwwww”, I was screamin’ after the third blow.
Marc stopped momentarily to shove one of my dirty socks in my mouth and then continued on with my punishment.
“Now you listen to me, boy! I ain’t gonna keep remindin’ ya to show me the respect I’m needin’! You understandin’ me, boy?”
“Yethhir!” I mumbled through the sock gag.
I lost count how many times Marc belted me. My skin was stingin’ when he was done.
“I think we’re done here, boy. Now git yer ass up and fix me a meal!”
I didn’t need more motivatin’. I dropped the sock from my mouth and scurried off to the kitchen and started up some shrimp n grits. It’s the first time I ever cooked a meal with nothin’ but a skimpy jockstrap coverin’ me, and after a while, I was growin’ more comfortable. The lock on my wiener was fittin’ ok, but it started hurtin’ when I was thinkin’ bout Marc’s cock fuckin’ me again.
I served Marc dinner and he seemed to be in a much better mood.
“Mmmm mmmm boy. Yer momma sure did show ya how to make yerself useful in the kitchen. Cookin’ is in ya genes I s’pose. Lucky fer me, ain’t it boy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Your backside feelin’ ok boy? Hurtin’ settin’ in that chair?”
“A little, Sir.”
“Well, I s’pose it’ll do ya some good in the long run. Every now and then soft boys need remindin’ of their place amongst us men. And how’s that sissy lock doin’ on yer bits?”
“It’s fine, Sir. It hurts a little bit sometimes.”
“Yer just adjustin’ to it is all. In case yer wonderin’, I’m gonna let ya clean it every now and then. Don’t need my boy gettin’ all infected.”
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you fer lookin’ out fer me, Sir.”
“You’re my responsibility now son. Of course I’m gonna look out fer ya, just like yer gonna look out fer me, right son?”
“Yes Sir.”
“That’s my good boy.”
Every time I heard Marc refer to me as his good boy, it made me so happy inside.
“Sammy boy, after ya clean up from supper I’m gonna need some tendin’ to. Seein’ ya walkin’ round this house like that is stirrin’ me up.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Be quick about it. I got an early mornin’ morrow, and that means so do you, boy.”
“Yes Sir.”
I scraped off the dinner plates and instead of handwashing the pots, pans, and dishes, I recklessly put them in the dishwasher to save time.
By the time I joined Marc in the livin’ room, his jeans were around his ankles and his hardness was shining under the glare of the lamp. It was evident Marc took some matters into his own hand from the looks of it.
“Git on over here, Sammy boy. Let’s keep training’ yer mouth.”
Marc had me up on the sofa with my head in his lap while he played around with my still pink butt.
I wrapped a hand around the shaft and kept it at the base while I opened my lips up to take it in.
Marc pressed my face down until my nose was buried in his pubes.
I started choking over it but Marc didn’t let me up for a few seconds.
“Yer gonna have ta learn ta take my cock boy. Relax ya throat for me.”
There was so much throat goo pourin’ out my mouth and soaking up my chin. My eyes were burnin’. Marc wasn’t lettin’ up, holding me down longer each time.
“Boy, suckin’ dick is what soft boys is known for. That boy Tommy sure knows his way round a dick, I’ll tell ya that. We’re just gonna have ta keep tryin’ every day til the gaggin’ and chokin’ is behind ya. Good thing ya still got a fine piece of ass as yer backup.
Turn around son and let me git some of that pussy.”
Marc’s cock was so wet there was no need for any additional lube. I was bent over the arm of the sofa. Marc pointed his erection right at my hole and pressed inside. Once he was balls deep, he gripped my hips and bucked up into me pretty hard. The sound of his body crashin’ into mine was loud over the tv, but soon Marc’s gruntin’ and growlin’ was even louder than that.
“Ohh damn boy. This pussy is grade A! Even better than yer momma’s! Ya seein’ how yer parts are statin’ out the way. You don’t be needin’ it and don’t fret none, boy, I’m gonna give ya a treat real soon!”
Marc slapped my sore ass so hard I saw stars!
Harder and harder he plowed, usin’ my hole for his needs. I could feel my locked dick bounce a little in the jock pouch, and a small wet dot formed on the fabric. My cock and balls ached for release but I knew it wasn’t gonna happen, at least not right then.
Marc grabbed a handful of my blond hair and held my head back.
“Gonna seed ya boy! Fuck ya! Take my load son!”
Marc blasted a huge nut in my innards and pulled out.
I assumed we were done so I started to walk away.
“Where you goin’ boy? Ya gotta clean it off fer me!”
“Sir?”
Marc looked at me flustered and pulled me over so my face was flush with his spent cock.
“Open yer mouth boy.”
I parted my lips and Marc pushed inside. I tasted myself as well as Marc’s essence. The smell was somethin’ memorable, too. My cock and balls were achin’ again.
Satisfied I’d done the job, Marc pulled his cock out and gazed downward at me.
“That’s how it’s done, boy. A good boy doesn’t need to be told. Now that ya know, don’t fergit it.”
“Yes Sir”
“You have homework son?”
“A little Sir.”
“Finish it then time fer bed. I’m goin’ in. Long day fer me and workin’ a load out made me tuckered.”
“Yes Sir.”
I watched Marc strip off his clothes and head to bed.
I went off to my bedroom and tried to focus on readin’ but with my cock all tied up and an ass full of Marc’s cum, I just couldn’t do it. I put the book down and all night I was tossin’ and turn in’. I tried prying the lock off but it wasn’t budging. I didn’t get that much sleep that first night and I knew if Marc don’t find me lyin’ next to ‘em in the mornin’ there’d be another lesson.
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