lookingforboy:

read part 1 here

As I slowly stroke your cock, watching you begin to tremble and your breathing increase as your testicles begin their rise into your body, the doorbell rings announcing the arrival of the first of our guests. 

I take my hand off your cock leaving you on your emotional tiptoes – so close to cumming yet far, far, far away from a release.   Your breathing is rapid and your cock is fully engorged – stiff enough to fully stick out from your body – and turned on enough to be dripping pre-cum off its head.    I walk over to the intercom and tell our guests “be right there” as I turn back to you and smile.  You recognize the deviousness of my expression and a mix of anticipation and small panic washes over your body as you fully recognize the predicament that you are in.  On the one hand, you’ve been brought to the edge of cumming – your heart is racing, you are lightly dusted with sweat, and your skin is full of goosebumps as your cock’s blood and adrenaline defy gravity as it juts out from your body.   On the other hand you also know that I’m going to make you answer the door this way and the pit in your stomach begins to grow – further pushing more blood to your already hard cock. 

I pull back the waistband of your jock and stuff your cock back inside.  It protrudes grossly from the confines of the jock strap I’ve dressed you and the cotton of the pouch stimulates your cock head causing you to leak a bit more precum and stain the front of the pouch.   As I admire your body, I step behind you and pick up an item off the dresser that you soon recognize as the leather O-ring gag that I then insert into your mouth and clasp behind your head.   I smile at your “look” for the dinner party – “Robin” mask, jock strap, O-ring gag, and the invisible bluetooth enabled vibrating egg that I inserted into your anus earlier.  

I whisper “good boy” into your ear, smack your left buttock with my hand and tell you not to keep my guests waiting at the door.  As you descend the stairs and take the long walk through the foyer, you realize you are about to open the door to complete strangers while being 95% naked, with a freshly red spanked ass, and an O-ring gag putting your mouth on display for all to see.  Despite your identity being hidden by the mask, you realize that you will be on display for all to see, touch, fondle, and perhaps, use. 

You open the door to find four guests – three men and a woman – whose eyes collectively widen as they see the nearly naked male form in front of them.  All four look you up and down but you notice that two of the men and the woman all stop to focus on your crotch – observing your still hard cock that protrudes from the cotton confines of your jock.  You stand in the doorway frozen as the proverbial deer in the highlights as the you collectively stare back and forth at one another.  Finally one the men asks if they may come in and you struggle to say “oght thorry” through your gag and step aside from the door.  As the guests filter in chuckling at your quickly reddening embarrassment, the last man glides his hand over your buttock and quietly whispers “Have you been Naughty?” as he runs his fingers over the redness of your ass that is the result of your recent spanking. 

The man doesn’t wait for an answer as he sees me come around the corner to greet my guests.  You hear me explain to them that you are the night’s entertainment and as they look back at you, you hear me bark “get over here and take my guests coats” in a tone reminiscent of “you just can’t get good help anymore”.  You hurry over and as you reach out to take the woman’s coat, I push the button on the remote of the bluetooth vibrating egg that I inserted into you earlier.  Your insides tremble as the egg presses into your prostrate and you simultaneously emit both a squeak and nearly double over with surprise from the sudden stimulation.  As you turn an even deeper crimson, the woman asks while staring at your still engorged cock, “where did you find him”.  You don’t hear my answer but fear my response as the woman throws her back, laughs, and then turns to stare at you again.  You proceed to hang the coats and as you reach up with the last one, your body fully elongated, I hit the remote on the vibrating egg that leaves it on a slow pulse mode – a cycling series of deep pulses against your prostrate that starts soft, builds in intensity, stops abruptly, and then starts the process all over again. The sensations are maddening – the egg stimulates your prostrate just enough to make you yearn for release but the cycling action stops the stimulation abruptly – leaving you yearning for more. 

I clap my hands together and order you to prepare drinks for our guests as I lead them into the living room.  As you scamper into the kitchen, you hear me murmur something and our guests break out in laughter causing you to turn red with embarrassment despite not knowing if the joke was about you or not. 

After you deliver drinks and snacks, I tell you to start the meal. You retreat to the kitchen both relieved to be free of public view but reluctant to not be part of the discussion.   After some time, I come in the kitchen to check on your progress, hug you from behind, and whisper in your ear what a good boy you are.  As I hold you, I slowly and methodically rub your cock through the cotton front of your cock – making it get harder again as you silently moan and try to keep stirring the sauce you are preparing.  I chuckle, lick your ear, and then free your mouth of the o-ring gag that you have been wearing.  You move your jaw back and forth and say “thank you Master” and then respond “8 minutes” when I ask how much more time.

You hear me walk out to our guests and herd them into the dining room.  As you deliver each course to each guest, you remember the training that you were subjected to (and the punishments therein), and correctly serve each person as if they were eating within a Michelin starred restaurant.  I had turned off the vibrating egg and while you could still feel it’s pressure as you moved about, the stimulation ceased and allowed your cock to lose some of its inflation. 

During the meal, you were ordered to stand off to the side of the table, with your hands behind your back, head down, and eyes on the floor.  You periodically glanced quickly upward to scan the guests’ wine glasses, status of their plates, and ensure that no guest were left wanting.

As the meal completed, I suggested that guests retire to the living room.  The woman stopped as she passed you, looked in your eyes, and began tracing her finger over your stomach, stopping to slowly scratch the outside of your belly button.  You sucked in a breath, trying to stave your feelings of ticklishness as she whispered, “do you like this?“  Your groin tingled from the sensation on your stomach as she reached back up to one of your nipples and lightly ran her fingernail across the nub – gently scratching it to erection.  In a sultry voice she said "so smooth” as her hand caressed your pectoral muscle, slowly sliding down over your ribs and running the palm of your hand across your abdominal muscles. 

Her ministrations were having an effect on your cock – it was hardening quickly as she rubbed your stomach with the palm of her hand.  She continued to look at you – examining the effect her touch was having on you – as your cock pushed out the front of your jock and you turned crimson with embarrassment.  Her touch was soft and comforting, reminding you of your desire to get off, causing your cock to leak furhter and darken the material on the front of your jock. 

You were jolted back to the present as I hit the remote on the vibrating egg, sending a sharp and sudden shock to your prostrate that caused a small yelp to come from your lips.  The woman pulled her hand back, looked around to see me smiling, and then started to laugh as she saw the remote in my hand.

“Do you like him?” I asked.  “Yes” she replied looking you up and down as if she was examining a cream filled dessert that she was going to devour, “he is certainly fit-  and well trained”.

“That took some doing – he wasn’t always that way” I replied.  “Not only was he a chronic masturbator who couldn’t take his hands off of his own penis he had no respect for authority – isn’t that right, boy?”

“Yes sir” you replied as you turned red in the knowledge that your self pleasures became public knowledge to everyone in the house,

She chuckled and continued to stroke your chest – watching intently as your cock throbbed in your jock and your breathing quickened.  “When was the last time you allowed him to cum?” she asked.  “It hasn’t been too long, but I’ve been keeping him on edge all day so he could serve as our entertainment this evening”.  I leaned forward and whispered in her ear to which her eyes widened and she quickly emitted a squeal of enjoyment.   “Can I tell the others?” she asked to which I replied, “Of course – go ahead while I have boy prepare the coffee”.

You looked at me with a combination of anxious and pleading eyes  to which I just nodded to acknowledge and said “Remember, you said you wanted this”.  You were about to say something as I shook my head slowly and continued “and you WILL do this, won’t you boy?”

You dropped your head and said “yes Sir”.  The pit in your stomach grew three times larger but you couldn’t deny the effect that it was having on your cock.  It was now fully hard and leaking from anticipation. Whatever humiliating act I had in mind was having its effect on you – your cock and its link to your medulla was overruling any concerns your conscious mind may have had. With each passing second your concerns surrounded to your growing need to get off. 

I reached over and slowly caressed one of your ass cheeks as I scratched your cock head through the thin cotton. “Good boy” I replied, “now go serve the guests their coffee and then get the rope, the tie down straps, and your toy bag and bring them to us in the living room."  I smacked your left butt cheek that caused an audible yelp from you and some laughter from the other room as you herd me exclaim "now Go!”

[to be continued]

lookingforboy:

I’ve been teasing your hole all day – gently fingering it at every opportunity but not allowing you to cum since our episode that morning.   The gentle prodding, rubbing, and scratching of your hole has put you on edge – to the point where you moaned out loud when I slipped my hand down the back of your jeans in the elevator of the parking garage.  The other passengers didn’t know exactly what was going on but the crimson color you became allowed them to have some idea that the outline in your crotch wasn’t your keys. 

After you unload the car and put away the groceries, I tell you to strip and and lean against the counter.  As the marble presses its cold into your stomach, I run my hand down your back and gently squeeze your buttocks.  I dig my hand into your ass crack and move my fingers toward your hole constantly touching it until I see it contract against my fingers.  I reach around and feel your hard boy dick, stroking its head lightly enough to make you tremble but keeping you miles away from a release. 

I lean in and begin to whisper my instructions in your ear regarding tonight’s dinner party.   This will be the first time that you will be publicly on display, expected to serve people you don’t know, and allow strangers to ogle, grab, and potentially use you.   You are unsure that you want to go through with this but you mistakenly told me that this is one of your biggest fantasies; so of course, I am going to make you go through with it.   As I whisper my instructions, I continue to play with your hole and with my other hand, reach around and start kneading your nipples.  You suck in harshly – not from the nipple pain but knowing that you don’t have permission to cum.  You continue to suck air until I stop and instruct you to go get dressed for tonight – i have left tonight’s outfit for you on the bed upstairs.

I watch your ass flex in front of me as you climb the stairs and enter the bedroom.  On the bed is a jock strap, your ‘Robin’ mask, and the bluetooth enabled vibrating egg that I recently purchased.  We exchange glances and as you open your mouth to protest, I simply shake my head and tell you to get dressed.  You accept your fate, step into your jock, and pull the ‘Robin’ mask over your eyes.  I tell you to go into the bathroom, look at yourself in the mirror, and get the lube out of the cabinet. 

As you examine yourself, visualizing the humiliation that you are going to suffer tonight as you stand nearly naked in front of complete strangers, you can’t get your dick to go soft.  The jock has framed your ass perfectly, your atlas belt is highlighted by the cut of the waistline, and your boy dick bulges obscenely from left to right in the jock – leaving very little to the imagination.  I smile as I see your reflection in the mirror, nuzzle your neck, and gently push you forward until you lean across the bathroom counter.

I tell you to bend over as I slowly coat my finger with the warming water based lube that we picked up in Paris.  As I move my finger and coat your hole with lube, the tingling sensations begin inside and you moan out loud and beg me to fuck you.  You see my reflection smirk at you in the mirror as I pull my finger out and slowly, perhaps even perversely, slide the vibrating egg into your hole.  I purposely leave the string antenna dangling outside your hole – both to maximize reception range and increase your humiliation as our guests realize you are indeed ‘wired’. 

I pull you upright and wrap my arms around your torso as we look at each others’ reflection in the bathroom mirror.  I tell you that you look good and that are our guests this evening won’t be able to keep their hands off you.  I think I see your dick flex slightly at the sound of this but can’t be sure so I break our embrace and tell you to go downstairs to get the bar ready.  As you pad across the wood floor, I stare upon your lithe body and I realize that the symmetry is off – something is missing from this picture.  I tell you to stop and wait as I search the bathroom cabinet for something. 

I walk over to the bed and sit down and motion for you to come over.  You realize what’s coming but your feet move anyway – knowing it will be worse if you don’t.  As you get with within arms’ reach, I pull you down over my knee and adjust your ass upward.  As you assume the position over my leg, I take the opportunity to play with the outer rim of your hole again as I grab your cock with my other hand to hold you in place.  You are – predictably – still hard as I squeeze your dick as if it was my own personal stress ball.  Your desire to cum reaches a near frenzy until you feel the first hit of the paddle across your right butt cheek.   I repeat 29 additional blows onto your buttocks – making them a bright red as you cry out and eventually begin to lose your composure.  Once I’m done, I pull you up and console you, slowly rubbing your long legs and lightly stroking your ass as I whisper what a good boy you are.  As you begin to regain your composure, I reach inside your jock and grab your cock.  As I wrap the skin of my fingers around the girth of your still inflated cock, I make eye contact with you and squeeze my hand – reminding you that you enjoy every minute of our spankings.  As I slowly fondle your cock head until I feel your pre cum, I begin to re-think whether I should let you cum before dinner.  As I slowly stroke your cock, watching you begin to tremble and your breathing increase as your testicles begin their rise into your body, the doorbell rings announcing the arrival of the first of our guests…

[to be continued]