Show Boy

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I enter the darken room. I make my way to the lone bright spot light shining down. A black leather chair sits in the middle of the light with a small table with all the things I need beside it. I don't see him, but I know he's there. He's always there, in the dark, waiting for my arrival. This has been going on for some time, this little game, this scene of ours.

I'm dressed as instructed. Black dress shoes and nylon socks, form fitting khakis that bulged over my thighs, ass and groin before tapering to my waist. My royal blue dress shirt is tight, stretched to its limit over my well defined body. My solid powder blue tie is a perfect double Windsor. My face is covered in scruff, just like he likes, and my black hair is trimmed short hugging my scalp. The only thing he does not know is what covers my cock. That is my little surprise for him.

Tonight I am alone in light for him. On occasion others had joined me, of his own approval. He does that for me, I think, but tonight it’s just us. I like it when it's just us. The way it started out so many years ago, the way it should have stayed, but I cannot deny him. He does, after all, take care of me in ways no other man can, in his own way.

I stand in front of the chair, light cascading down on me. I wait patiently for us to begin. He’s drinking me in, admiring my hard body, my soft blue eyes. I can almost feel him touching me from the distance. “Turn around.” Comes the raspy deep baritone from the shadows. I give a crooked smile and did as he commanded, turning to present my voluminous butt for him. I run a casual hand over my ass, emphasizing the tightness of my clothes, and the plumpness of my ass.

"Turn around." He orders. I do so, hooking my fingers in my thumbs in my pockets, my hands framing my overflowing basket. "You look like a whore. A dressed up whore." His words are not meant to hurt, only frame the scene he wants. "Are you a whore, young man?" I smiled, amused. "Answer me."

"Yes, I'm a whore." I answer, my eyes looking to where I know he watches in the dark. "I'm your whore. For you and only you." My tone is deliberate and reassuring.

"Time to earn your pay whore. Do good, and you may earn a bonus." I nod, awaiting his instruction. "Loosen your tie." I take my hands from their resting place, running them up seductively over my hard torso. I took hold of the tie, loosened it, and then unfastened the top button. "Take it off, don't undo it. Sit it on the table for later."

I bend slightly, laying it along the other items he may or may not have me use. I hear a soft grunt of approval as my ass tests the strength of the fabric. "You threaten to split your whore pants with that ass." His voice cracks with lust. I return to my position, waiting and grinning. "I bet you work out hard to plump that ass up." He knows I do. “I say we test your pants material. Turn around and put your hands on your head.”

I pretend to not know what he’s going to have me do as I follow his instruction. “Do some squats for me.” I can almost hear his voice crack with desire. “Twenty. Nice and slow.” I spread my legs evenly apart. I take a deep breath and slowly lower myself to a perfect squat. I can feel my ass push out against the tight fabric. My thighs bulge, pulling my pants tighter. I rise up slowly and count out the number. I repeat this over and over again. I can feel the fabric beginning to weaken where I had taken a razor blade.

I am going down for my fifteenth rep when I hear the tell-tale signs of the rip. I decide to take it up a notch and ensure his delight and quickly slam down on my next squat. The rip goes down the crack of my ass, exposing the neon green boxer briefs underneath. This hug my ass, outlining each perfect cheek. These are his favorite on me. I continue the remaining reps slow, pushing my ass out as much as possible to ensure he can see the hint of green.

I stand there, waiting, knowing just a sliver of the green is there for him to see. I can hear him breath heavy with the anticipation. I flex my cheeks for more emphasis, and I hook my thumbs back in my pockets and pull slightly. “A whore who wear’s underwear, such a novel idea.” He finally says. I can feel his eyes fixated on the small sliver of green.

I cock my head to the side. I can feel my cock filling with excitement of showing off for him. “I like the way they look on me, when I’m standing just in them, looking in the mirror.” I answer, my tone low and provocative. I grin evilly, knowing this is getting him off so I continue. “I like the way it hugs my ass.” I take my right hand and rub my cheek, showcasing it. “And the way it frames my cock.” I emphasis the last word as the other hand moves in front to adjust myself. “Would you like to see me in just them?”

“In time.” Came the calculated response. “Turn around for me.” I did, my stance cock and sure. “Flex for me. Show me those arms.” I knew what he was going for and I did, raising both arms up and showing my well maintained frame. “I can’t see anything. Remover your shirt.”

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, glancing up into the darkness as I did. I wore no undershirt, so as each button open my creamy smooth skin was exposed. I pulled the shirt from my pants and folded it neatly, laying it on the chair behind me. I returned to my position and raised my arms up, my torso forming a perfect ‘v” as my biceps bulged for him.

I was by no means a body builder, but my form was pleasing to the eye. My chest was perfectly developed with crisp lines outlining the muscles, with two dime size nipples that invited a flicking tongue. I placed my hands behind my head, eliciting a groan of approval as my chiseled abs popped for him to see. I continued to mock pose, interpreting the command as I saw fit, showcasing all of my upper body.

After five minutes, I stopped, returning to my relaxed position. I could hear his labored breathing. I waited a minute, allowing him to gather himself. "Did you like what you saw?" I smirked. I received no answer. He was still obviously bothered. I rubbed my swollen crotch. "Do you mind if I get more comfortable?"

I didn’t wait for an answer, I sat down in the chair, removing my shoes and socks. I stood, unfastening my pants and shimming them down my tone muscled legs, slowly revealing the neon green outline of my hard throbbing cock. I gave it a causal squeeze, before blatantly turning my ass to him to gather my clothes and fold them, sitting them beside the chair, moving my shirt on top.

“That feels better.” I say running a hand over my now naked torso. I turn to show off my hard work to him. “How does it look now?” I shake my ass just a little, causing it to jiggle just a bit. I liked showing off for him, toying with him. I turned back around and ran my other hand over my seven and half inch thickly veined covered cock. “Looks like I like it when you watch me.”

“I take it back, you’re not a whore.” Came the deep panting voice. “You’re a tease.” There was the light heartedness in his voice. I knew he liked the show. I knew he wanted more, but I had to pace myself for him. “Have a seat, my little tease.” I sat down in the chair, spreading my legs out for him. It was time for him to take back control.

“Take your right thump, moisten it and play with your left nipple.” I did sucking my thumb then thrumming my nipple slowly as instructed. “That gets you really hot, doesn’t it, playing with your nipple?” I groaned my yes. “Rub your crotch with your other hand, squeeze that dick for me.” My hand ran over my cock, squeezing it. A wet spot started forming at the tip. “Good like that. Keep it up.”

I stroked my nipple for him while my cock begged for release from its tight confines. My eyes glassed over, the sexual creature clawing its way to the surface. My hand ventured from one nipple to the other neglected nipple. My other cupped my balls, with my middle fingers stretching to pet my anxious hole. I let out a soft cry of need to have it touched, to have it filled, to have it appreciated.

"Now you know what it feels like to be teased." Came his wicked voice. "Let's continue our little lesson." I licked my lips as my answer, my voice lost in lust. "Get on your knees and show me that pretty ass." I stood up hooking my thumbs in the waist band ready to shuck my drawers "No." came the sharp command. "Leave them on." I clawed my chest in frustration.

I rested my forearms on the chair as I got on my knees, pushing my ass out for him. "Play with your ass." He huffed with hunger. "Above the cloth. Be creative." I thought for a moment before laying my upper body on the chair and reaching back and rubbing small circles over each melon. I ran a lone finger through my crack, forcing the tight outline for his amusement. "Good. More." I squeezed one cheek then the other, before slapping my ass hard, causing he jelly to jiggle.

I let out low grunts, my breath quickening as I stimulated myself. I closed my eyes, imagining it was his hands, cupping and feeling my ass, stroking my aching hole. I could almost feel those strong hands taking hold of each cheek and spreading them, tearing the fabric to expose me for his pleasure. I wanted his cock sliding up and down my crack, my back arching for him.

I unwittingly brought my hand to my mouth, moistening the fingers and returned stroking my neglected opening. I could feel my finger press longingly the fabric. I bit my lower lip, thinking of his tongue swirling, opening me up for him. I let out a stifled groan as I pressed harder and harder against the fabric. “Roll over.” He order. I did, sitting on the floor, my legs spread, my breath ragged. “Now play with you cock for me.

The front was already wet with excitement. I ran my hands over my chest, feeling the hard muscles, lowering them to the ample mound, framing it. I pressed my hands down, jutting it out. I ran one hand over my length while my other cupped and squeezed my balls. I let out low murmurs of need, the fullness heavy in my hands. The wet spot grew and grew with each restrained stroke.

"I bet that feels good." He teased. "Not as good as you want it to be, but it feels good, doesn't it?" My answer was lost in groan that rumbled from my throat. "Your cock is so hard, your balls are so full, aren't they?" He asked, already knowing the answer. My eyes pleaded for my sexual release. "You want to blow your load, don't you? Too bad you can't I allow it."

I let out a wail of sexual anger. My cock begged to be freed, to feel the slicked up feel of flesh against flesh. The wetness grew, covering half my shaft. My balls yearned to release their built up reservoirs. I could feel the damn slowly give way, letting trickles out to prevent total collapse. I fought the urge, as best I could, from humping my hand but I lost the fight.

“Stop that.” He scolded. “Stand up. Stop touching yourself.” I winced at command, wanting to continue. “Take the dildo and the lube off the table.” I took the replica of his cock of the table, all eight glorious inches, and the lube. “Set them on the floor and return to playing with your ass for me.” I body screamed for release and disobedience, but I obeyed.  I assumed the position.

I clawed at my cloth covered ass, my nails raking against the soft fabric. “Lower your underwear, just below your ass cheeks.” I hurriedly pulled down the fabric, the cool air hitting my electrified skin. The waist band rested at the bottom of my cheeks, hugging it, pushing it out more, plumping it up. I ran my hands over the now exposed skin, enjoying the feel of skin on skin.

“Look at that over ripe peach.” Came the raspy comment. I squeezed a cheek to show the firmness. “Show me how you prepare it.” I sat up, grabbing the lube. I squirted some into my right hand, brought it around to my ass, running it up and down my crack. I pushed a finger in, leaning over on the seat. I pushed in and out, adding a second alongside it. I began scissoring my fingers, stretching my hole, preparing it for the next order.

A third finger joined the two, stretching me. I shuddered, knowing soon I would have that ache sedated, not satisfied, for now. I pushed as deep as I could, three knuckles deep, slopping my hole. My tender insides welcomed the intrusion, crying out for more, harder faster. “Show me how you want me to fuck you… with the dildo.”

I pulled my fingers from me, and sat up. I quickly grabbed the dildo and slicked it up. I returned to my position and ran the smooth wet cock replica up and down my hole. I moaned, remembering the feel of the real thing resting in my cheeks. I slapped it against my wanted hole, then position the head against me. I pushed in and back, sliding past my ring. I groaned as the familiar feeling enveloped me. I moaned with delight as inch by inch I was filled.

I let it rest there, reveling in the fullness. I allowed myself to adjust to the welcomed invasion before slowly dragging it out till just the tip was hugged by my neglected booty. Just a moment there and I pushed it back in, burying it to the fake balls. I let it settle there, just for a moment, then repeated the process over and over again, unaware of the slutty moans escaping my mouth.

I continued, the pace picking up, my ass welcoming the sudden, if only self-inflicted, attention. I ground my teeth, longing for the real thing. Soon I was jack hammering my hole with no regard. My free hand clawed my chest, twisting one nipple, then the other. My legs spread further, my ass bounced up and down the dildo as if it were real. "Fuck me, use me baby."

"You like my cock in you?" I heard the smile in his voice.

"Yes, God, yes!" I howled slamming the counterfeit cock deep in me. "I want to feel your cock in me, the heat the pulsing throb. I want to feel your hands dig into me, while you split me open." I confessed as I pummeled my pucker. “I want this to be you.” I could hear my soft moan reverberate in the room. “When will it be you?”

“Enough of the cock.” I heard the pain and desire in his voice. “I said enough!” He shouted when I continued. “Obey me.” I gave myself one last thrust before pulling it from my ass. I sat it down, covered in lube and ass juice. “Wink it for me.” I did, flexing my anal muscles, opening and closing. “Good boy. Now you know how you tease me so, wearing those tight, barely fitting cloths, running around here, half naked.”

“I like the way you look at me when I do.” I confessed, turning my head and licking my lips. “I like the way other people look at us together in public and know I’m your sexual plaything.” I rolled onto my sore ass, showing my hard tent in my underwear. My voice grew bold and husky. “I see it in their faces when they look at us, quietly calling me slut, harlot, whore, trophy boy. All of them jealous because they can’t have me, because I’m yours.”

“That you are.” His breathing was labored from the sensual energy between us. “My trophy boy. So pretty, so sexy, so perfect.” He let out a sigh of satisfaction. “And so mine.” We sat in silence, him staring at me from the darkness, me regaining my composure. “What shall I have you do next?” I didn’t give him a chance to decide.

I pulled off my underwear, exposing my jutting cock. Thick and full, it was ready to explode. I stood up and went to the table, pulling the anal beads. I ran the six large connected black balls across my chest. The first was the size of a large marble, all the way up to golf ball size with a loop at the end to pull from when ready. I put my knees in the chair and pushed my ass out.

I reached around and slipped the first in, then the next. It took some work to get all six in but I managed. I could feel the tiny linked balls inside of me. I shook my ass, the tiny black ring on the end bouncing cheek to cheek. I turned around in the chair, sitting with my ass just off the edge. I took the lube and slicked my angry cock disobediently.

It throbbed in my hand. I ran it up and down slowly, causing pearls of precum to form on the tip. I ran my hand over the crown, coating my cock with my own spunk as I lowered it down again. I stared intently into the darkness, showing off for him, and only him. I stroked myself slowly, feeling the urge, the surge bubble in my balls. I reached down with my other hand and gripped the ring, preparing myself for the inevitable.

I quickened my pace, my hand teasing and coaxing the pent up load from my balls. I could feel it bubbling up as I began panting and grunting. I need to release, I wanted to release. I began pulling slowly, feeling the pressure on my bottom as the pressure in my balls increase. I snarled as the first volley came shooting through, my other hand, pulling the beads from my ass, intensifying the orgasm twenty fold.

I felt the first hit on my chin, the second on my chest. I lost track of the others as what seemed like gallons spewed forth from me, drowning my body in my own primordial mix. I let the ring slip from finger and the balls fell, bouncing on the floor. I heaved a heavy sigh of relief. I reached up, swiping            the cum from my chin. I brought it to my mouth, tasting myself. I swirled with my other hand, rubbing it into my taunt skin.

“Such a tease.” Came the hardy laugh at my predicament. “I love it when you put on these little shows for me.” I ran my tongue over my upper lip. “Still not satisfied?” I stood up, giving him my answer. I felt the cum run down my chest. “Does my trophy boy want more?” I stepped into the darkness. “I guess you deserve a bonus.”

I knew where he was. I got down on my knees before him, feeling up his naked legs to his uncovered cock. The real thing that the reasonable facsimile in my ass was based on. I swallowed him down to the root. I let it rest there, buried in his crotch. His hand stroked my head. I went to work, sucking, slurping, working his cock with my mouth and tongue.

“Oh, baby.” I heard him moan. I smiled knowing I was finally pleasing him, the way I wanted. “Your mouth feels so good on my cock baby.” I stabbed his cock down my throat over and over again. I knew he wouldn’t last long that he was playing with his cock while I performed. “I’m going to blow.” I hurried my efforts, wanting to taste him on my tongue, feel him in my belly.

He let out a roar, his legs stiffening. I felt my reward fill my mouth. I swallowed shot after shot. I lapped at his cock with greedy enthusiasms, not wanting to waste even the tiniest drop. I ran my hands over his legs, his hand stroked my head. With a small disappointment I felt his cock soften in my mouth and I allowed it to slip from my mouth. I stood up and reached for the lamp I knew was there, shedding light on us. I leaned down and kissed him.

“I love you, my little trophy boy.” He laughed, his hand cradling my face. “You take such good care of me.”

I looked into his eyes, and down at his body. This was not the body of the man I fell in love with, but it was the body that housed it now. His frail body was but a shadow of what it was, what I turned my body into for him. I brought my lips to his for another kiss before whispering “I’ll always take care of you. I will always be there for you, always love you.” I cradled his face. “You are my husband, and I we will get through this, together.”