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 His name was Bill.

   This story is based on true events.  The names of people and places have
been changed.

   PART 3

   I spent the days before my next "appointment" with Bill overseeing a
conflict within myself as to whether I would see Bill again.  I spent most
evenings with my girlfriend Lisa.  These evenings typically ended with a
sexual encounter.  Most nights we would warm up with her sucking my cock
and me eating her pussy.  Then I would fuck her and empty my balls into her
cunt.  Some nights she would suck me off and would swallow my cum. 
Although this was enjoyable, my mind always drifted to Bill.  I couldn't
stop thinking about servicing his cock.  His dominating manner and the way
he took charge of me in our sexual encounters was intoxicating.  On
Tuesday, I couldn't resist and I found myself driving to the swimming hole
where I became Bill's blow boy again.  I felt totally defeated when he put
me on my knees and plugged his cock into my mouth as if he owned me and
could do whatever he pleased without even asking.

   For the next three weeks, my service of Bill fell into a regular
routine. He would come to the swimming hole after lunchtime on Tuesdays,
Wednesdays or both days.  Without a word, he would lead me to our "secret
spot" where he would have me on my knees with his cock in my mouth in
seconds.  Sometimes, after he was hard, he would put me on my hands and
knees and fuck me in the ass.  Other times, he would unload in my mouth. 
We would return to the beach for a swim, some conversation and sometimes a
nap.  Shortly before Bill left for home, we would return to the woods where
I would suck him off.  This second session usually took a lot longer and
often included a period when Bill would turn around and spread his cheeks.
I would lick around his hole until he ordered "tongue it".  Then I would do
my best to get my tongue into his hole.  This seemed to be a real turn on
for Bill, because after a minute or two of this he would turn around and
shove his hard cock into my mouth, grab the sides of my head and start
enthusiastically fucking my mouth.  In a short time, I would be rewarded
with a mouthful of his cum.  One Wednesday afternoon, after Bill had
finished fucking my ass, he had me kneel between his legs and clean his
cock.  With Bill's cum oozing from my asshole, all that I could focus on
was how grateful I was that I had taken two enemas to clean my ass and that
I had lubed myself with KY.  While I continued my work, Bill broke my train
of thought by saying that we needed to have a serious talk.  Needless to
say, in my current position, I was not in a position to decline.  Bill
started by saying that the last few weeks had been a pleasant experience
for him.  He had enjoyed using my mouth and ass.  Bill asked if I was
getting used to the taste of his cum.  His cum tasted bitter and salty and
was slimy, and I answered "yes" as I realized that I didn't mind it as much
as I did when he first started making me eat it.  Bill laughed and said if
he let me keep blowing him I would begin to be able to distinguish what he
had eaten the day before.  He continued by saying that he knew most women
and men like me gained pleasure and satisfaction by servicing and
pleasuring a real man's cock.  Even though he was not interested in
directly sexually stimulating me, he thought I would gain a level of
satisfaction being on my knees when I worshiped his cock or asshole with my
mouth and that I should be on my knees when he fucked me up the ass.  Bill
continued by questioning me about every aspect of my relationship with Lisa
especially sexual matters.  For some reason, I felt unable to do anything
but honestly answer all of his prying questions.  He concluded by saying
that he might like to meet Lisa sometime and asking if that was all right
with me.  I removed his cock from my mouth and said that it would be OK. 
Bill said "Joe (that's my name), I am going to be totally honest with you.
I have a cock that needs a lot of service.  I need and deserve to cum 3 or
4 times a day.  I know that this is a little unusual, but that's the way I
am.  I can count on my wife to take one load a day and she is my favorite
recipient.  I could jerk off to relieve myself of the excess, but with
lesser men like you and other women around that should not be necessary. 
Do you understand what I mean by "lesser men like you", Joe?" His cum was
still oozing from my sore asshole and I was on my knees with his cock in my
mouth.  So the answer was obvious.  But Bill looked down at me waiting for
an answer.  I removed my mouth from his cock and answered "Yes, I
understand." Then I slid his cock back into my mouth.  Bill continued by
saying that he had a fellow worker, that he made into a blow boy, who came
to his office every afternoon and sucked him off.  This blow boy was a good
cocksucker and never spilled a drop of cum on Bill's clothes or the floor
but he refused to let Bill fuck him in the ass.  Bill said that he and this
blow boy were becoming friendly outside of work.  Bill and his wife often
went to the blow boy's home in the evening to hang out.  Bill and the blow
boy would pretend to work on something in the garage or basement and he
would put the blow boy on his knees and make him perform while their wives
were just a short distance away.  Bill said he had his eye on the blow
boy's wife.  She was real pretty and he was sure that there was no way a
lesser man like blow boy could be satisfying her.  I could feel his cock
start to stiffen in my mouth as he spoke of her.  He said that he noticed
her checking him out with "that look in her eye".  She had pouty lips that
were made for sucking cock.  Her tits were large are firm and her ass was
made for fucking.  Bill said he would like to stretch out her asshole with
his cock.  As Bill's cock kept getting harder, he went on to say that blow
boy's wife wanted to have children, but he thought only real men should
sire children.  So, he was thinking about impregnating blow boy's wife and
sticking blow boy with raising the child.  The part about taking over blow
boy's wife sounded like bragging to me.  But I totally believed the part
about Bill having another cocksucker.  After all, here I was with a freshly
fucked ass and on my knees with his cock in my mouth and not being able to
resist doing anything Bill wanted.  Suddenly I realized that Bill was fully
hard again, which was amazing because he had fucked me only 30 minutes
earlier.  Bill stood up which pulled hid cock from my mouth.  He snapped
his fingers and pointed at the ground.  I knew what he wanted and dropped
to my hands and knees.  Bill walked around behind me and moved so he was
standing almost directly over my ass.  He grabbed a handful of hair and
pulled my head back which caused my back to arch and my ass to rise.  Bill
bent his legs to lower himself and the shoved his cock harshly into my
asshole.  The pain was excruciating.  When he chose, he knew how to use his
cock in a way that would cause me the maximum pain.  Bill started fucking
away, while he continued speaking.  He said "Joe, I come here because it's
a great place to find blow boys.  It's easy for a man like me to find suck
boys like you.  I have found a half a dozen or so at this very place." He
thrust deeply into my ass and I groaned in pain as my ass stretched to
accommodate his thrusting.  He went on "But, you know Joe.  It's hit or
miss finding lesser men like you.  Sometimes there are too many to use. 
Other times you can't find one for days.  What I need is a boy like you to
"take up the slack"" My asshole was on fire from the fucking he was giving
me.  But somehow it felt "right" to be used by this dominant man.  As he
continued his deep stroking, he said "Do you want to be my regular blow boy
and fuck boy, Joe?" I stopped moaning long enough to answer "yes".  Then
Bill said "I have high standards for my regulars, Joe.  Do you think that
you can meet those standards, Joe?" As Bill twisted his cock like a weapon
in my ass, I moaned "Yes Bill I'll do anything, please..."

   Bill said "OK.  Here are your rules.

   You will service no cock except mine.

   You will service it when and where I want.

   I want to take a look at your girlfriend, Lisa.

   If I like what I see, I may want to meet her.  Otherwise, you will dump
her.

   There will be no sex with other women unless I give my permission."

   I don't know how Bill was at fucking women, but he was a master at ass
fucking men.  He demonstrated this by positioning his cock so that it was
touching my prostate.  As he gently massaged it with his cock he asked "So
are you sure that you want to sign on as my regular?" The prostate
stimulation was driving me wild.  I was in a daze.  I cleared my throat and
answered "Yes, Bill, I do".  Then Bill said "you need to repeat your rules,
Joe".

   As Bill continued the massaging of my prostate, I recited the rules that
would now control my life.

   "I will service no cock except yours".

   "I will service your cock wherever and whenever you desire".

   "I will dump Lisa, unless you tell me not to".

   "I will not have sex with any woman unless you give your permission".

   Bill said "That's a good boy, Joe.  Now let's get you up on your knees
so that we can consummate our arrangement by you paying homage to my cock.
I will cum in your mouth and will swallow it to seal the arrangement".  As
I rose to my knees, Bill continued "But first you need to kiss and lick my
balls to acknowledge that you know your place".  It was a warm day and his
balls were hanging loose.  I moved in and kissed each ball and then gave
his sack a thorough tongue washing followed by the gently sucking of each
testicle.  All the while, I felt the emotional weight of the commitment
that I had just made.  When Bill had had enough of my ball worship he said
"Now suck my load out and look me in the eyes while you enjoy my cum." As
our eyes remained locked, I realized that any commitment was one way.  Bill
was free to have sex with anyone he wanted, but I was totally committed to
satisfying just him.  It was scary and I didn't realize how it could happen
so quickly.  Bill was playing head games with me and they were working. 
Bill was in no hurry to cum and as I fell into a comfortable rhythm, I
started to feel better about belonging to Bill.  Finally he said "Here it
comes, cocksucker" and unloaded in my mouth.  With our eyes still locked,
Bill looked down on me while I swallowed his seed.  His cum tasted as nasty
as ever, but somehow I kind of craved the taste.



   Continued in Part 4
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