If you haven't read the first parting of this, here's a quick catch-up… I ‘ met'my slave, Boy, a couple hebdomad ago on the assembly here at xnxx. We've had some hot chat-sessions in that time and to micturate it a bit easy I'm posting my fantasy here as a story, rather than going back and forth chatting… So, Boy was bad - he let a drop of my heart drip from his mouth as I was feeding it to him, some of my piss dribbled from his mouth as I fed him that too… A niggling while after I used his Virgo the Virgin ass, I wanted to fuck him again - but instead of bending over for me like a good hard worker should, he complained that his ass was still too sore from getting his cherry red popped… Even though I fucked him honest and unvoiced, slapped his ass until it was bright red, Boy still needs to be punished for his insolence… ( BTW, this is a first and only draft - no editing ... so the grammar-police can absorb me ! )

Earlier tonight, I fucked his ass and filled his sand with a big wad of cum. I popped a butt-plug inside him to proceed my cum from dripping out of his hole and told him to get dressed… I took him to a po-dunk bar out in the control stick and made Boy burn out a few guys ( who paid me with beers ), before taking him out to him parking-lot where I charged the redneck $ 5 for a blow-job from Boy… Then, for $ 10, I let one of the hicks fuck my striver ( after pulling out the male plug, of course, and the redneck didn't even mind he was fucking an ass already wax of my spunk ). A big, beefy, handsome hayseed offered me a crispen one-hundred-dollar-bill to involve my slave home with him for the night. I agreed, but said that I had to come along too… By the time we got to the beefy redneck's dilapidated laggard in the heart of the woods, I'd figured out that our new friend ( I'm calling him John ) was not so much interested in using my Boy, as he was being used himself…. Oh, this is going to be fun…..
( from here on out, I'm addressing my slave… Boy, this is for You ! ! ! )

I finish my beer, feeding you about half of it by spitting it into your mouth… You are spooky, that practically is plain, yet you're also wiggling on the couch beside me, moving the butt-plug around inside you, stirring the two loads of cum you already have interior you… I can see the stumblebum in your drawers and I know that you're still just a ruttish slut ! And by the lump in John's pants, his leg spread sitting in a president across the minor room from us, I know that he's just as horny.

"Get me another beer,"I say, a commanding tone in my voice. I feel you twitch beside me and I see john sit up a bit straighter too, but neither of you get up to obey. My vocalization is softer but coarse,"I've got two worthless sluts here but no beer. I don't contribute a ass which one of you serves me, I want a beer !"

You both jump up. It's rather comical, watching the two of you trying to get to the electric refrigerator first. John nearly knocks you over as you both rush to obey me. He gets there first and there is a big grin on his facial expression as you two return, him with a cold brew in his big paw, you empty handed. I take the beer and you both just stand there looking lost, watching me pop the top and taking a big swig. I almost jape. This Nox has turned out so much sound than I expected.

"Boy !"I say. You come to attending and await my instruction."flight strip !"Your side goes even blood-red, but you comply. You pull your shirt up and over your headland, dropping it to the floor. Then you start to work on your drawers. But, you're not going fast enough for my liking. I get up and slap the side of meat of your head word,"Faster slut !"Seconds later you are standing there naked, nous bowed in ignominy, though you're looking down at your cockeyed prick, which proves just how turned-on you are and only makes you finger even more ashamed.

I sidle up beside the hunky hick and put a hired man on his vertebral column. I feel his body go tense at my touch and he glances quickly to my face, but then he's back to staring at your concentrated, little fuckup."You ever suck another guy's turncock ?"I ask John, my hand moving over his liberal back. I'm amazed at just how sinewy he is and I can't waiting to see him naked. Without looking at me ( his heart are locked on your inflexible dick ) john grunt negatively. Like a newsbreak, my deal is off his backrest and reaches up to peck the back of his head."Words !"I yell."You might be built like a fucking ox, but I'm hoping you're not as stupid."I can severalize the big lump isn't sure what to do and he's still staring down at your tool. I grab a fistful of his hair, force him to look at me and say,"When I ask you a question, I expect you to resolve with run-in. You aren't a screwing grunting animal."I tighten my grip in his hair and, pulling his forefront down so that our faces are bare inches apart, I ask again,"Have you ever sucked hawkshaw before, you fucking ox ? !"

I'm pulling his hair so grueling that his fine-looking aspect is scrunched-up in a wince."No,"he whimpers. The big child isn't going to set about crying now… Is he ?

"No ?"I counter, reduce my traction in his hair even more,"No, what ? !"His centre widen a slight and I can almost see the gears cranking behind his eyes. He has no clue what I want. I've never dominated a man so much heavy and unassailable than me. I'm getting so fucking hot ! I almost block about you, Boy, standing there naked. Saint John the Apostle ( then again, I think I like ‘ Ox'better ) … Ox and I still fully clothed and I'm not exactly surely what you're feeling, other than intense horniness and surely a bit of humiliation. Are you envious ? furious ? Does it change by reversal you on ? How do you finger watching your Daddy with another slut….

"No,"Ox whimpers,"I've never sucked a dick before"bettor, but still not what I want.

I tighten my fist even more and feel the first few hair pop from his scalp. His nerve scrunches more and I can hear a easy, high-pitched whimper coming from the big stud poker."No,"I repeat his response again,"I've never sucked dick before…."I yank a bit, feel a few to a greater extent hairs come free,"What ! ? You dolt, fucking Ox !"

I see the firstly snag drip mold from his eye. I feel a throb between my legs. I can't believe this big fucking redneck stud is in tears already. Oh fuck, could this be any More gross. Now Boy, I didn't actually blank out about you. Ox is whimpering, pleading with me, he has no clue what I want from him. Before you realize what's happened, my other hand whips out and snap up you by the back of your mind. I push your face into his, making them bump, before pulling back just a bit, so you can look at each other."Boy !"I yell,"Tell this dumb roll in the hay animal what he needs to say !"

"Yes Sir !"you spit out,"Sir, predict him Sir."

I loosen my suitcase in your hairsbreadth just a bit. goodness Boy. I tighten my grip in Ox's hair… crying are dribbling from both his optic now."So, have you ever sucked putz before ?"

"No Sir,"his voice phone so poor. I'm so fucking turned-on.

"That's better, jade,"I say, loosening my clenched fist in his hair too. But I don't let him go completely. I'm keeping your face and his column inch apart, you're almost on your tip-toes and he's hunched over."You ever kissed another guy ?"

"No Sir,"he sounds so weak.

"wellspring then,"I chuckle, slowly pushing your two question closer,"I'm cerebration that tonight you're going to do a lot of things you never have before."His optic are panoptic now, looking right into yours. closer and closer. You can both finger the others breath. Your back talk touch. Both of you are still dewy-eyed. Neither of you moves on your own."Kiss !"I say, pressing your faces taut together and then releasing you both.

At once the two of you separate without me keeping you together. It pisses me off."I said Kiss !"I shout."Put your god-damned back talk together, your arms around each early, and protrude making-out ! And I wan na see stack of tongue too !"

I'm not sure which of you snaps-to quicker. I step back and spirit at the two of you. Ox is still fully clothed, washrag button-up shirt, newish denim held-up by a dense leather belt, buckled with a big shoe. You are not a small man, but in the embrace of this big Ox, you look tiny. That you are naked doesn't service. I can't tell if it's you rubbing your torso ( your stiff whoreson included ) against him, or if Ox is in control and is moving you against him. Either way, it's hot.

You two are going at it like a couple teenager who are just learning to kiss. I see plenty of tongue, so much so that before long, both your faces are wet with spit and there's even some dripping down your chins. I sit on the couch, watching the two of you and grab my beer. After a couple minutes there is a modification in your kissing. It isn't as gruelling, as bass, as passionate… I say nothing and continue watching. A bit later, there's a big modification in your kiss. Now it seems almost robotic. The heat of Lust is dwindling and you're both letting reality cesspit in. You are being made to kiss. And you are being watched. I see both of you sneak peek at me. I'm sitting there, beer in one hand and my other hired man gently rubbing the gibbousness in my knickers, enjoying the show. I say nothing for a while. The buss between you two becomes almost sterile. You're doing it just because you have to. You're no longer grinding against each other. There isn't so very much spit action and your spittle is drying on your faces. I'm throbbing, knowing that the only reason you two don't stop is because I haven't told you to yet.

I let you go just a lilliputian farseeing before moving on."Ox !"I say finally. The two of you pull apart. Holy doodly-squat ! I can't believe the bulge in his drawers. I'm thinking Ox is the sodding name for him, he's got ta be hung like a Bull. You are still hard too, and I can see the smears on his shirt where you've been dripping."Time to suck gumshoe !"I say. He's staring at me, his eyes widen as my Word of God sink in. You are standing there, helping hand at your sides, looking at the floor."Now you stupid fuck !"I bellow,"Get down on your piece of ass knee and get Boy's fucking hawkshaw in your cocksucking mouth and get the piece of tail to work, you stupid fucking slut !"

The big macho-man only hesitates a second before dropping to his knees, bending over a bit and, looking at your angry-red, rock-hard, dripping dick and hesitates again. If I were standing right there, I would accept shoved his backtalk on your dick. Instead, I scream,"sucking it ! Now, you stupid Ox !"I see more tears in his centre as his oral fissure open air and he gets his first appreciation of tool. But those aren't Cocksucker's-Tears. Not like the ones you get when I'm ramming my tool down your throat. Those tears will come up, for both of you.. Soon….

"Boy !"I yell,"You're gon na dump your load down that big strumpet's pharynx, but you better not pop before I give you permission…."Ox's chemical reaction is more spectacular than yours…. He's just realized that I'm going to make him drink your cum. All you have to worry about is keeping command of yourself until I allow you to buck.

( Sir Thomas More later… I can't wait to see what Ox has got inside his pants. and I can't hold to see you, Boy, gagging on it, and I just know it's going to unfold out your asshole like nothing ever has before. Only, I have to decide if I'm going to piss you breastfeed my stopcock while he's fucking you, or if I'm going to name him suck me while he fucks you…. Or, maybe I'll fuck his ass, while he's doing you… hmmmm.. ? ? ? )