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Subject: Jock Tease: Swim Meat 2 (Installment 5) This work is copyrighted by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if including the copyright notice and author name. I love hearing from readers and appreciate any comments or critiques. Send an email to naughtyboy.4fun@. View more of my work at pot/2015/02/believe.html Like these stories? Show your appreciation by making a donation to the Nifty archive. Go to fty/donate.html I came out from the shower refreshed and clean. Ryan was docile in his binds, staring at the looping video, lost in lust. Dried cum flaked on his heaving torso, his rigid cock spewing another coat. I wondered how much of it was the powder, how much was his own secret lust. I walked over and slapped him hard across the face to gain his attention. He startled, then stared at me with savage lust filled eyes. The defiant cocky jock was gone. I was looking at a cock hound in a sex frenzy, who would do anything to have his hole plugged over and over again. I watched as his eyes drank in my naked body, lingering on my soft cock. “Fuck me.” Came his raspy voice. “Fuck me, please.” I slapped him hard. “Remember your place.” I said with contempt. “Who owns you? Who controls when you cum? Who uses you as they see fit?” When he took too long to answer I took a fist full of his short black hair. He let out a small yelp, but I knew it wasn’t really hurting him… much “You own me, Daddy.” He finally answered, his eyes clinched with pain. “I am yours to use and abuse. My ass and orgasms are for you and only you to control, Daddy.” I smirked with satisfaction, knocking his head against the head board when I released his hair. “Remember that, you cock whore.” I turned the video off. “We need to do something about this.” I raised his cock up, then released it causing it to thump against the ridges of his belly, splattering the fluid pooling there. I knew he expected me to do something like stroke him off, but instead I left the room. I could hear his soft murmurs of discontent. I returned, two bags filled with ice. His eyes looked puzzled for just a moment then widened as realization dawned on him. I covered his cock with one bag, then pressed the other to his balls. He howled in dismay. “I’m not in the mood to see that useless piece of flesh.” I left the cold to do it work. I took a dog collar and leash from nightstand. He was so focused on the cold deflating his bulbous cock that he did not notice me slip it around his neck. I released on arm then other, pulling them together and zip tying them together. When he finally realized he finally had some mobility with hands, he reached for the ice covered cock, but I smacked his hands away then took another fist full of hair. “Did I say you could do that?” Came the angry snarl. “I put it there for a reason, are you questioning my judgement? Who knows what is best for you?” His face contoured in pain, trying to form the words. I released his head, waiting for a response. He finally answered in a strained tone. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again. You know best, Daddy.” I moved to the foot of the bed, releasing his feet. He made no attempt to move them. I waited a minute then removed his ice coverings revealing his shriveled cock and drawn up balls. I took the leash in one hand, the ice bags in the other. “Come, boy.” I yanked on the leash for emphasis. He paused for a moment unsure what to do. I yanked the leash again and he cautiously stumbled off the bed. I lead him into the bathroom, needing to clean him up. He loomed over me in height but his broken demeanor showed me how small he really was. All his bravado was just to hide the little boy he really was. I saw him looking longingly at the toilet as I started the water for the shower. I studied his face for a moment then asked, “Do you have to piss, boy?” He shuffled his feet nervously, trying to decide his answer. I tugged his leash, jerking his attention to me. I changed my tone to a soothing baby voice tone. “Does my big boy need to make wee wee?” I saw his bursa escort face flush red with embarrassment, then nodded his head slight. “I need to pee.” Came the meek voice. “I’m pee shy.” I rolled my eyes and position him in front of the toilet. “You can pee with me here, or you can wet yourself in your diaper again.” I took his cock and aimed it at the bowl. I stroked his muscled butt, soothingly. “Come on, pee for Daddy.” I watched as he closed his eyes, mentally focusing on the task at hand. After a minute or so, the piss surged through his cock. I got the devilish urge to stroke him while he peed, and slipped a finger in his cum leaking ass. He stifled a moan, biting his lower lip as the last drops fell from his cock. I purposely allowed a few drips to land on my hand. I let go of his chubbing cock and brought my hand to his mouth. “Clean it.” He looked at the piss wet spots then at me. I dug my finger in his ass and he bent and licked the offending liquid from my hand. “Good boy.” I reached up and tussled his hair. I pulled my finger from his ass and placed it under his nose. “Like the smell of your ass?” I laughed as he inhaled before I ordered. I laughed at his scrunched up face. I turned the faucet on in the tub, and plugged it up. I let the water fill up in the tub. I tested it, making sure it was not too hot or too cold for my boy. I motioned him into the tub. He stood in the ankle deep water. I gave him an exasperated look and he clumsily sat down in the water. “That’s my good boy.” I smiled. I opened the vanity door and pulled a plastic cup and a rubber duck that I tossed into the water for him. “I got you a rubber ducky to play with.” He fumbled with it, with his bond hands. I turned the water off and took knelt down, taking the cup. I filled it with water and dumped it on his head. I repeated till his black hair matted to his face. I pushed the hair from his face and he gave me a weak smile. I squirted some shampoo in my hand and began washing his hair. I rinsed him off again and he a shy smile again. I took the wash cloth, dripped some body wash and rubbed it into his skin. Rubbing my hands over his svelte tight muscled body sent urges to my cock. I reached into the water and took his cock in my cloth covered fist. He was as hard as a brick. I rubbed it up and down eliciting a low moan from hm. I moved down into his thighs toying with his crevice. He lifted up slightly to allow me access. “Stand up.” My voice was gravelly with desire. He did. “Turn around.” His cock swung loosely, hitting the wall as he presented me his ass. I ran the cloth through, cleaning out the residual cum that had leaked out. I stared at the marble slabs of muscled beef before me. I ran the cloth, over and over them, trying to wipe away my desire to simply spit soak his hole and bury myself deep in him. I shook myself out of the daze and took the cup and began rinsing him off. He turned around, without order for me to do it front, his sculpted muscles glistened in the water and I found myself with the urge to lick it off him. I grabbed him by the leash and lead him out the bath, letting the water out. I toweled him dry and left his hair a muss. I was breathing heavy. I took his leash in one hand and his cock in the other and lead him back to the room. My cock was rock hard and needed his flesh surrounding it. I stopped at the bed, turned around and ordered, “Down.” He fell to his knees without question. I reached over to the nightstand, turning the cameras back on, then removed the leash and collar. His cock fell from my hand as he lowered himself before me. “You want this, don’t you?” I stroked my cock before you. “Say it.” I commanded. I saw the inward struggle before. I knew he wanted it, he knew he wanted it, but he had to make the decision. “You won’t get to cum till you say it.” I warned him. I ran my finger across his plump dick sucking lips. “Go ahead, tell me how you want my dick, how you’ve always wanted me and my dick.” He finally bowed his head. “I want to suck your cock, Daddy. I want to feel it in my mouth, in my ass.” He bursa escort bayan paused a moment, choosing his words carefully. “I always wondered what you could do that I couldn’t. Now I know.” He looked up at me, pleading with his eyes. “Daddy, I want to cum with my worthless useless cock. I want to cum because of you, Daddy. I’ve always… I’ve always wanted you…” “Because you’re a cock whore.” I finished for him. “Because I am a cock whore. Your cock whore.” I smiled, knowing this was all being uploaded for future use. “Good, boy. Make an ‘O’ with your mouth.” He made a perfect circle. I placed the tip of my cock to his lips and traced the outline of his mouth, marking my territory with my cock juice. His lips sparkled with my seed. “Just the tip, start slow, let my cock get use to its new home.” My cock head slipped between those pouty lips. “Use your tongue.” I growled, annoyed at sexual incompetence. His tongue wormed around my leaking cock. He would need practice with his unskilled mouth. I pulled his head down further down, tired of his straight boy naivety. He made no attempt to resist as I pressed him down against my hard groin. He gagged as I hit the back of his throat. “See, you don’t need a big dick to gag someone.” I smiled thrusting into his throat over and over again, showing him who really was in charge. I let go of his head and let him play with my dick in his mouth. His tongue learned to explore my cock, wrapping around it with vigor as he bobbed up and down, pushing the limit of his gag reflects. I leaned back against the bed, reveling in the notion that I now had my own personal cock sucker to train. I watched as he learned to crave the taste of cock in his mouth, the taste of my cock in his mouth. I was dangerously getting close, more from the glory than the work of my new pet. I pulled his head off, pulled my cock up. “Balls. Clean them.” He did without hesitation, taking one ball then the next, running his tongue along the sensitive orbs. He looked up at me, seeking approval. His ball sucking was much better than his cock sucking, I give him that. I imagined just lying in bed, his tongue worshiping my crotch till I fell asleep. I reached down and ran my hands through his mop of hair. “Fuck yeah, baby boy. Churn those sperm.” I gasped, appreciating his attention to detail. “Do you want to make your Daddy happy?” My breath was short, heavy. He murmured his yes around a mouthful of ball. I pushed his head back. I grabbed scissors from the night stand and released his hands before turning around, presenting my tight bubbled muscled ass for him. “Eat that ass. Spread those cheeks and get in there.” I felt his tentative hands on my ass. His touch was soft at first, testing my melons as one would at the market, before he took firm hand holds and spread my cheeks exposing my puckered hole. I felt the first tentative lick across my hole. I knew he expected it to be nasty, ripe, pungent, but I had cleaned for his first time. Another tentative lick, then he was all in, his tongue, dashing around my hole. He painted his tongue across my sensitive shaved hole. I bent over more to give him more access and he took advantage, darting his tongue in and out of me. I made a mental note to fully take advantage of this underutilized skill. After about ten or so minutes, I felt his tongue get tired and I reluctantly pulled away from his face. I looked down at his face covered in my ass juice and spit. I put my hand under his chin and guided him to his feet. I guided him to the bed and pushed him back on to it. His cock stood tall, like a skyscraper. I climbed on top of him, taking both his hands and holding them one handed above his head. I didn’t give him a chance to think or respond. I covered his mouth with mine, tasting my ass on his face and tongue. Damn I tasted good. I ravished his mouth, biting his lip, sucking his tongue into my mouth. I pulled back for a moment and attacked his neck, nibbling and sucking, careful not to leave a mark… there. I moved down to his nipples those tiny brown stubs I’d fantasized escort bursa about so long. I scraped my teeth over the sensitive nub, sucking and biting lightly. He ground his hips against me in response to the teasing. I knew his hole was wet for me now, but I continued on. I needed him to know what I could do, do to him and withhold from me. They were raw and sore once I was done, yet he sobbed for more, yelling, “Daddy, please, ugh, Daddy.” I kissed my way down his ridged belly, his cock begging for my attention. I decided to play just a bit, running my tongue across the tip, his sweet syrup exploding across my tongue. I noted his sweet taste and made another note to milk him once or twice a week. I dragged my tongue down his eight inches. I hefted his full balls in my hand, slipping off the bed. “Center of the bed, face down. Now.” I ordered tapping his balls lightly in my hand. He winced, but did as he was told. “Yes, Daddy.” There was a hunger in his voice. A need, a desire. I knocked his legs apart, climbing in between. I roughly felt his hard muscled ass with my hands. I slapped one then the other, he let out yelps as I continued, reddening his ass. I spread those red cheeks and dove in tongue first. I ran my tongue around and in his willing hole. I dug in deep, plundering his booty. I could hear him clawing the bed. I had his hole sloppy wet, just the way I liked it. I replaced my tongue with a finger, playing with his insides as he humped back. I latched onto his right ass cheek with my mouth, sucking hard, marking him as mine for now. I bit down on the fleshy mound, leaving my distinctive bite mark there. I heard him pound the bed as I branded him with my teeth, careful not to draw blood. I let go, admiring my work. I loved up his back sliding my cock into his ass cleavage. I rotated my hips moving my hands under him up to his shoulders. I slowly ground against his ass till I felt the tip take hold and slide easily in. His fleshy warm tunnel caressed my cock. I took delight in the feel of my cock in his ass, and so did he. He whimpered with pleasure as I slowly humped his ass. I took long unhurried thrusts into him, taking delight in his willing ass to accept its proper use. I gradually picked up the pace, needing to feel this flesh pound against mine. He arched his back, allowing me to straddle his ass and ride him like a jockey. I could hear him grunt with each thrust, his face buried in the pillow. He had fists full of the bedding. I found myself filled with need to see his face as I filled his hole with my seed once again. I pulled out and off him, and flipped him over onto his back. I pinned his tree trunk legs against his chest and speared his ass once more. “Jack your fucking cock.” I ordered, pounding him merciless. He gripped his cock as best he could, sliding his hand with need over his cum slick pole. “Do you want my cum in your ass?” I rasped as I pushed deeper and deeper into him. He let out some weak, uh huh, but I needed to hear it, hear him say it. “Say it, tell Daddy you want his cum in you.” I continued to hammer into him. I saw his eyes roll back in his head. I knew he was close. “Say it!” “I want your cum in my ass!” He howled, his load shot out across his chest hitting him in the chin. I felt his ass contract and seeing his own spouge drip off his chin, sent me over the edge. I began firing my six shooter right into his guts, filling him with my seed. I pressed his legs further into his chest letting till the last few blast and quakes of orgasm subsided. I pulled out, seeing his puffy cum soaked hole. I rolled to the side, letting his legs fall to the bed. I was panting with exertion. I looked over at him in his sexual euphoria. I scooped up the clinging cum from his chin and pressed it to his lips. He swallowed without hesitation. “Such a good boy.” I mused, turning to my side, I leaned in and kissed him, tasting the remnants of his cum. “My boy is a mess again. You should go get cleaned up.” He looked up at me shyly. The cocky jock was gone, he had accepted his place as my boy. “Would you help me?” I gave him a half smile, encouraging him to continue. “I like it when Daddy washes me.” Want to follow my work? Follow me on tumblr: naughtyboy4fun77 Google Plus: https://plus.google/109505958674957324335 My Blog: pot/2015/02/believe.html

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