“Sweetie, you’ll feel better after a shower,” he said as I followed him into his bedroom thinking I’d rather he call me ‘Brandy’ than ‘Sweetie.’
I have seen his room and have used the master bathroom in the past. A huge bedroom with a king-size bed, and a large bathroom with not only a walk-in shower but a bathtub as well.
Both rooms reek of money. I knew Big T was a very wealthy man, but I have never heard how he made, or makes his money.
He sat at a large oak desk, fired-up his computer and said over his shoulder to me, “Brandy, take off your clothes and lay them on the bed!” like it was the most natural thing in the world to say to a guest.
In what was maybe my last act of defiance, I stood motionless near the bed asking myself ‘Brandon, what kind of guy are you? How can you just do whatever he tells you to do? It’s not right. I need to be a man and stand up for yourself!’
He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket, connected a cord to the phone and plugged the other end into the computer.
“I’m going to download our sexy video so we can watch it whenever we want…who knows… I may even email it to some people you know so they can watch it too!” he said.
Oh noooooo…I had given him all the email addresses of friends and family back home when I filled out the application for the apartment. I was doomed…
He casually glanced at me and asked, “Are you still dressed?”
My face was now white with fear. An hour earlier in the car it all seemed surreal, almost like I was dreaming I had a hard cock in my mouth. Now though the reality of the situation struck me hard like a slap up-side my head.
My hands began undressing my body but my mind was lost in a far-off fog of despair and uncertainty. There was no longer any question of obeying Big T. I would have to perform whatever queer-things he wanted, but that doesn’t mean I have to lose my dignity and soul.
“I have to go to the bathroom, Big T,” I said to him.
When he turned I saw his eyes drinking in my nudity. He motioned towards the bathroom and said, “Go for it.” I felt his eyes on me the whole way.
I lifted the lid and seat and Big T called out, “No Sweetie, that’s wrong!”
Huh? What? “Uh, what do you mean?” I asked.
“From now on you will sit when you pee…no matter when it is or wherever you are at, you will always sit when you pee, understand me?” he said.
Huh? What? My face was burning hot from ear to ear.
“Brandy, do you understand me?” he called out again.
In a small voice I replied, “Yes, Big T” and lowered the seat and sat down to take a leak for the first time in my life.
Brandon, I said to myself, I have a feeling you’re going to be doing a lot of things for the first time in your life!
The white porcelain bowl to my right caught my attention. I had used this bathroom once before and afterwards had to ask Big T what the strange bowl is used for.
He smiled and said, “That is a bidet…my boys squat over that to clean their pussies after we make love…” and then of course, he added a typically crude comment, “I’ll be teaching you how to use it very soon!”
A shiver raced up and down my spine. I had asked my gay neighbors, Shane and Richard, if they had ever heard of a bidet. They’d laughed and Nic said, “Of course, silly, that is where boys like you and me wash ourselves after satisfying your man!”
‘Boys like you and me?’ ‘Satisfying your man?’ What does that even mean?
I couldn’t see him at the desk but I heard his voice say to me, “When you finish, Sweetie, always use one square of toilet tissue to wipe your pee slit dry, do you understand me?”
Oh my God, how demeaning is this? What is he doing to me? Why does he want me to act like a girl?
“Y-Yes, Big T,” I replied.
After I did what I had been told to do, I stood and flushed the toilet.
“Go ahead and take a shower,” he called out to me.
The words automatically came out of my mouth. “Yes, Big T.”
Standing under the water in the walk-in shower seemed really weird. No curtain or door, I was totally exposed to anyone who happened to come into the bathroom.
On the plus side though, the dual sprays felt wonderful, and there was plenty of room to move around on the marble floor.
I love to take long, hot showers. It is a small and inconsequential pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless.
I was about to shut-off the water when the bathroom door opened and in walked Mister B. He was wearing the dark brown, silk robe I’d seen him wear several times.
“Okay, I’m ready for you, Sweetie!” he announced.
Ready for me? Ready for what?
He slipped out of the robe and hung it on a hook on the door. When he faced me I couldn’t help but look at the erection jutting majestically straight out from his crotch.
Again I must have stared at it a little too long (what the hell is wrong with me) because he smiled, held the base with a couple fingers then waved it at me and said, “Heh-heh, did you miss this, Sweetie?” and walked into the shower, took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips.
He broke the kiss and staring down into my eyes said, “Sweetie, today is the first day of the rest of your life…everything that came before will become a faint and distant memory…very soon you will consider yourself to be the luckiest boy alive!”
Oh fuuuuckk! My heart pounded.
He said, “Today, I’m going to teach you how I like to be washed, but first…” and his eyes lowered to his erection. He placed a finger to my lips and lightly traced it back and forth.
That simple gesture made my blood boil. I knew what he wanted from me. I sprung a boner.
I was slowly dropping to my knees but he stopped me and pointed to the end of the shower where I saw an area large enough to sit on the marble ledge.
“You don’t have to go to your knees,” he said, and added with a smile on his handsome face, “…at least not in here.”
“That was a decent blowjob considering it was only the second one you’ve ever given,” he casually remarked while I was still sitting on the ledge.
His crudeness made me blush. I couldn’t speak.
“Isn’t there something you want to say to me, Sweetie?” he asked.
I looked up at him standing over me perplexed with his now-flaccid penis dangling inches from my face.
“Brandy, whenever a real man allows you to suck his cock, you should properly thank him,” he said without a trace of a smile.
Huh? He’s got to be joking!
He glowered down at me and said impatiently, “Well? I’m waiting!”
“Well, uh, um…thank you, Big T,” I said so softly I could barely hear it myself.
“Brandy, I give you permission to call me ‘Trevor’ from now on, okay?” he said.
“Oh, okay, Trevor,” I said.
“Now, what is it you’re thanking me for?” he asked.
Tears of humiliation formed in my eyes. I lowered them from his only to find myself staring at his penis.
“Always thank the man for allowing you to suck his cock!” he explained. “Now, what do you want to say to me?”
Oh my God. It keeps getting worse!
“Let’s go, boy – say it!” he said forcefully.
I stammered half-heartedly, “T-Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Trevor.”
“I can’t hear you…say it loud and always look into the man’s eyes when you thank him, understand me, boy?” he said.
My face was burning. “Y-Yes, Trevor, I understand,” I softly replied.
“C’mon boy, I’m waiting!” he commanded.
I raised my head until I was staring into his rich, chocolate eyes.
I took a deep breath and said, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Trevor.”
He chuckled and said, “Sure thing, cutie…” then added, “You can’t tell me you didn’t like it too your little dicky has been stiff ever since you went down on me!”
To make his point, he leaned over and took hold of my erection. He squeezed it, and gave it a couple quick strokes. The pleasure coursing throughout my body was indescribable.
I remained silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong, that no, I didn’t like sucking his cock because I’m not that kind of guy…but my hard-on proved me a liar. It was mocking me.
I grudgingly have to admit, when he was cumming in my mouth I had to use my fingers to lower my balls so I wouldn’t betray myself and climax simultaneously with him.
He had me dry him and then myself. He held my hand as we walked into the bedroom naked. My erection had gradually subsided, but I was acutely aware of how sensitive my penis felt. The slightest provocation would mean an instant boner.
There were two articles of clothing on the bed. It took several seconds before I recognized one of them to be a jockstrap. I hadn’t worn one of those since high school gym class.
Big T, I mean Trevor, picked up the jock and gave it to me.
“Sweetie, this will be part of your ‘uniform’ whenever you are here, put it on,” he said.
I took it from him, held it up and made sure I slipped it up my legs properly. High school gym class wasn’t very long ago so I was still familiar with how a jock should be worn.
Once it was in place old memories came to mind. I recalled how it felt to have my ‘package’ encased in the small pouch with my ass-cheeks totally exposed. Regrettably, I also remembered the way the gym teacher, Mister Norman, seemed to always be around leering at my naked bubble-butt in the locker room.
Trevor then handed me yellow, nylon gym shorts. We’d worn navy blue at school. I turned my back to Richard, just in case.
You see, uh…it’s kinda embarrassing, but, I dunno… I guess I have what they call a ‘fetish’ or something like that for nylon material. It is so smooth and soft, well, I’ve been known to spring a boner when I feel it. I had to be super-careful in gym class so the other guys wouldn’t notice.
Thankfully the jock covering my dick and balls absorbed most of the nylon sensation so my prick only twitched and jumped but never became fully erect.
Trevor was about to hand me what appeared to be a very small tee shirt when he pulled it back and said, “We’re going out to the pool anyway – you won’t need this.”
He then pulled a pair of boxer-briefs up his legs. To my dismay, I simply had to glance at his limp penis and low-hanging scrotum one more time before they disappeared inside the boxers. I noticed his pubic hairs were short and neatly groomed…why am I even looking? What the hell is wrong with me?
It felt odd when he took my hand and held it all the way outside. The moment we stepped outside I heard splashing and laughing coming from the pool.
My heart sank. Oh no, other people are going to see me wearing this skimpy outfit!
Familiar voices called out “Hi, Brandy!” My gay neighbors, Shane and Richard were in the pool.
Trevor and I settled onto a loveseat big enough for two. I watched the boys beginning to emerge from the water but they stopped when the water was waist-deep and embraced. Then they kissed and it wasn’t a little peck, no, they were really going at it. So much so, I was feeling uncomfortable watching them. I was relieved when they stopped kissing and watched them climb the ladder out of the pool. But then…
I was relieved when they stopped kissing and watched them climb the ladder out of the pool. But then…
Oh my God! they were both naked and sporting hard-ons jutting straight out from their bellies and they were walking towards us. Where are you supposed to train your eyes at a moment like this?
Well, you know, my natural curiosity got the better of me. I was very discreet though. I glanced at Shanes boner first…looked to be about the same size as mine. But Richard’s, my oh my, his was almost as big as Trevor’s.
Something didn’t seem right. My eyes darted back to Shane’s crotch. Oh my, he didn’t have a single hair ‘down there’!
To my chagrin, my prick became agitated inside the jock.
I was relieved when Shane pulled a white jockstrap up his legs and his ‘hairless stuff’ disappeared inside the pouch. Richard slipped into boxer-briefs similar to what Trevor was wearing.
Shane looked at me with a sly smile and said, “How was golf, boys?”
Trevor spoke up. “We had a great time…I know I did anyway!”
Shane stared at me with a mocking face of sympathy. “Ohhhhh, poor Brandy…did you lose the bet?”
They knew about the bet? My face flushed a color red I don’t think it’s ever been before. They all laughed then Trevor suddenly stood, pulling me up with him. He stood behind me, his hands on my hips.
His lips kissing the back of my neck startled me. Oh my God – is he going to kiss me in front of these guys?
“I want to get your opinion about something,” he said to Shane and Richard, and in one swift move that caught me totally by surprise he pushed my gym shorts to the ground leaving me standing before them in my tiny jockstrap.
I couldn’t look at them. I heard Richard whistle and say, “My goodness, what a hairy little monkey he is!”
What is he talking about? I wondered, so I looked down and saw the usual sight. The wild, unruly pubes sticking up and out of the jock. Hey, it’s not my fault, that’s who I am!
Shane chimed in, “Yeah, he definitely needs a good shaving!”
“I think so, too,” said Trevor.
Shane jumped to his feet and said, “Okay Daddy, I’ll go get the shaving kit!” and he ran into the house.
It was a seemingly endless day of continuing humiliations.
There were two shower heads and I stood under the one nearest the door. I was forced to stand for forty-five minutes with my legs spread and my hands clasped together behind my head while Shane methodically removed every strand of hair from my body.
I was deathly afraid when Shane made a point of showing me the gleaming, silver straight razor while coating me with a thick shaving cream.
Shane began with the razor and foamy shaving cream on my legs. I was scared to death he was going to cut me so I remained perfectly still throughout the entire ordeal. It was a strange and sad feeling watching my body hair swirling down the drain.
To make matters worse, Richard and Trevor carried the loveseat ten-feet away from us and sat sipping Margarita’s while watching the show. How did I get myself into this craziness??
My legs shaved bare, my chest shaved bare, my underarms shaved bare…and then it was time to shave me ‘down there.’
Shane knelt in front of me, his hands positioning my scrotum and prick to enable him access to every inch of my crotch. He seemed to enjoy the work he was doing a little too much and he had a boner the entire time.
I found the process anything but arousing. Even though Shane seemed highly skilled at shaving a boys body, I knew one slip of the razor could cut me and I’d bleed like a stuck pig. Especially when he cradled my balls in his hand and began removing the hair from my scrotum.
I’d been watching so closely I hadn’t noticed Trevor and Richard kissing and caressing one another on the loveseat. When I heard them moaning into each other’s mouths that’s when I saw their hard-ons tenting out their boxers.
At first I thought, oh my God, what are they doing? Why are they kissing? And then I was overcome with a new emotion that baffled and confused me.
Are you jealous of Richard? I asked myself. That’s crazy. Im not queer, why in the world would you be jealous of Richard kissing and feeling up Trevor?
Shane was almost finished shaving me. He began to go over some spots on my body he hadn’t shaved bare.
That was when I relaxed and began to enjoy the softness of his hands on the most intimate areas of my body. I couldn’t control myself…. my prick stiffened hard as a steel pole.
I heard Richard exclaim, “Oh my, what is that!?” and saw him pointing at my boner.
Shane giggled and said for all to hear, “Brandy, what a cute little clitty!”
I was so embarrassed that everyone was staring at my hard-on I averted my eyes and blushed a deep crimson.
I heard Trevor ask me, “Brandy, how long did you tell me your dick is?”
When I refused to talk he raised his voice, “I asked you a question. ANSWER ME! How big did you tell me your dick is?”
I hung my head and softly replied, “It’s uh, almost five inches…it’s normal sized.”
Richard exclaimed, “No way” then jumped to his feet and announced “I’m getting the tape measure!”
When Richard returned Trevor said, “Okay boys, let’s stand in a line and see how we all measure-up…I’ll be first in line then Richard then Brandy, Shane, you do the measuring!”
Shane giggled, clapped his hands and said, “Goodie-goodie!”
I couldn’t believe it when they all stripped naked. My eyes quickly glanced at one hard cock to another hard cock then another hard cock.
I asked myself, this can’t get any worse, can it?
Trevor said to Shane, “Measure yourself first.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he dutifully replied and held the soft, cloth tape measure to the base of his hard prick and stretched it to the end of his cockhead.
Without being asked, Shane called out, “My dick is six-and-a-half inches long!”
“Do me next,” commanded Trevor.
“Oooooo, gladly Daddy,” cooed Shane.
The boy took great liberties measuring the older man’s hard cock. His none-too subtle fondling of his turgid flesh brought a smile to Trevor’s face.
Shane called out,”Seven-point-one inches!”
Shane immediately moved to Richard and measured his cock.
“Six-point-two inches!” he called out.
Then it was my turn. The nervousness I felt had caused my prick to begin to soften.
Shane exclaimed, “Oh, I can fix that” then went to his knees and took my semi-hard dick into his warm mouth.
Oh my God, the boy has a wonderful mouth! I was
rock-hard in a matter of seconds.
Shane measured my prick and began giggling again.
Richard said, “Let me guess – he’s not quite five-inches, am I right?”
The boy laughed and said, “Not even close – he’s got four-and-three-quarter inches of baby-dick between his legs – I know girls who have longer clitty’s than that!”
Every time I think my shame and humiliation can’t get any worse I am proven wrong.
Shane’s voice suddenly turns serious as he looked me in the eyes.
“Sweetie, there is not a single, self-respecting girl who would want your little thing inside them…you are sooo lucky Daddy wants you to be his bottom-boy…obey him, Brandy obey him and I promise you will never ever regret it…boys like you and me need a strong man to help us through life, to make us happy. I have my man and Trevor is so obviously your’s and you should thank your lucky stars he wants you to be his boy…Brandy, I know you think of yourself as a real man, but you are not!
My head is exploding. I have done things with a man I never thought possible. I have allowed a boy to touch me in ways that are just plain wrong. I look down and see I no longer have wispy hairs on my chest. There are no strands of blondes hairs on my chest, my nipples are erect, and for some strange reason I am proud of the admiring looks from two naked men sitting before me. I look further down and am astonished at how hard and long my erect penis appears to be without pubic hair. It has never been a source of pride to me until now. My hairless balls are swollen, they are becoming painful.
I feel a desperate need to masturbate. Would I dare stroke myself in front of the three of them if so ordered to by Trevor?
I can’t help myself. My eyes dart back and forth from Trevor’s hard cock to Richard’s beautiful erection and large scrotum. My God his balls are huge he must shoot a gallon of cum into Shane’s talented mouth. How can the boy be expected to swallow it all?
I am startled when Shane silently stands behind me and wraps his arms around me and caresses my breasts and pinches my nipples. I wonder if the two men can see my hard prick oozing pre-cum?
The boy presses his own naked erection into my butt-crack. He slides it up and down between my ass-cheeks. I briefly panic when I feel the glans of his cock pressing against my anus…. he’s not going to push it into me, is he? Surely, Trevor would want his cock to be the first inside me, wouldn’t he?
Shane raises his middle finger to my lips and whispers in my ear, “Open your mouth and make my finger wet!”
It feels like I am living in a dream. Nothing is real. I open my lips and suck on the finger. My tongue lathers it with saliva. It is soon removed from my mouth and I next feel it rubbing my anus.
Shane pulls me awkwardly backwards and I fall against him.
“Spread your legs wider!” he says.
I obey him. His middle finger slowly works itself inside my asshole. I gasp when his free hand reaches around and firmly grips my hard, pulsating prick and begins stroking it.
So this was going to be the game…the two men sitting five-feet in front of me watching the boy masturbate my erection while finger-fucking my asshole.
I groan with resignation. If this is the way it is going to be I may as well lean back against Shane and enjoy the wonderful sensations his hand on my prick and the finger inside me were giving me.
I lower my eyelids to make the men think I can’t see them, but they are open just wide enough to allow me to stare at their hard, manly cocks.
Suddenly, Shane’s hand becomes still. He whispers in my ear, “Finish yourself off, they want to watch you ejaculate.”
Huh? What? How do I do that?
I quickly figure it out. If I thrust my hips forward my prick will slide thru his hand. However, when I push my hips backward to ready myself for another forward thrust, his middle finger goes so deep inside my asshole it strikes my prostate.
OH-MY-GOD! My entire body comes alive with electric jolts of pleasure so strong I lose all self-control, and what little modesty and dignity I still possess disappear completely. I need to cum so badly I don’t care how obscene or degrading my lewdly gyrating hips appear to my audience.
I find the rhythm that works best and thrust my prick through Shane’s hand then roll my hips back until my asshole is impaled on his finger.
Back-and-forth…back-and-forth…back-and-forth-back-and-forth-back-and-forth-back-and-forth-back-and-forth…until…. OH-MY-GOD!!
One long rope of sperm and semen explodes from my prick then another spurt and another spurt and another spurt and another spurt and another spurt…
My orgasm is so intense I don’t recognize my own voice shouting out the ecstasy that wracks my entire being.
With my balls totally drained, I collapse against Shane. He holds me upright, strokes my hair and whispers, “Good boy…good boy…good boy…”
When my senses finally return, Shane again whispers in my ear, “Daddy wants to watch you suck me off…then he wants to see you sucking Richard’s cock…then you’ll kneel between Daddy’s legs and suck his cock last, okay sweetie?”
The inner resolve to save my manhood may have been temporarily tempered by the afterglow of the best orgasm of my life.
I breathlessly whisper, “Okay” and without protest or
hesitation, drop to my knees in front of Shane, wet my lips and prepare to insert his member into my mouth…
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