The night Zach sucked his first cock, he was certain that he would be fucked as well. After all, the Man had said at the very beginning that he could have Zach begging to be fucked in just one evening. But it didn't happen. Nor did the man introduce the boy to any of the evil looking devices he had been shown in the room which Zach now thought of as the Dungeon. Instead he was driven back to the baseball field which had now taken on the aspect of a gateway back into the "Real World" for Zach. It felt like the Man was toying with him, like a cat plays with a mouse, and in truth he was. His plan for Zach was to make the boy so anxious, and fearful in anticipation of the moment when his virginity would be taken that the worry, tension and unease would gradually become more unbearable than the idea of the actual act itself. If everything went to plan the boy would eventually break down and beg to be fucked just to get the whole thing over with, and end his state of nervous apprehension.
As the Man drove off he had shouted after Zach,
"Same time next week, Cocksucker!"
The devices that the Man had placed on Zach's nipples and belly button had left them feeling sore and sensitive. When he had first taken them off, Zach's nipples had been swollen and puffy , and the Man had made the boy howl, by pinching and stretching them some more, calling them Zach's Bitch Tits as he tugged on them. The following day he could feel the coarse fabric of the black polo shirt which he had to wear when he worked at the gym rubbing on all three tender spots, and the words of the Man rang in his head...
"We're going to work on these little tits. Make them bigger and more sensitive, so that the friction from even the loosest shirt will make your horny little dick hard... What do you say slut?"
...and Zach's cock twitched, and began to swell in his tight skinny fit black shorts.
Worse still, after work, when Zach had finished his own workout at the gym, and had gone to the locker room to take a shower, he had totally been caught staring at some random guys naked dick, wondering what it would feel like to have the hefty slab of meat between his lips, while his own dick rode to half mast, and the guy saw, and Zach thought he was about to get punched out. Instead the man had smirked, raised an eyebrow, and glanced down at his own cock resting in the upturned palm of his hand, as if to invite Zach to drop to his knees and service it. Zach had flushed with embarrassment, and hurriedly left the shower, flustered and confused.
When he got home to an empty house, Zach looked at himself in the full length mirror in his bedroom. Maybe it was his imagination, but he was sure his tits showed more under his shirt than they had used to. It didn't even register with Zach that he had started thinking of his nipples as tits now. It just seemed natural. When he pulled his shirt off he felt the friction of the coarse material on the seemingly permanently erect nubs. He slid his gym shorts down his tanned thighs, letting his stiffening cock loose, and began to tug and pull on his sensitive tits just as the man had done, stretching and inflaming them more, and groaning like a slut. Then one hand slipped down his taut, flat belly and began to play with his hot little outie belly button, dragging a fingernail around it, then pinching it between his thumbnail and fingernail, and tugging. A rush of elicit pleasure washed through the tightly wound boy and he fell to his knees, head thrown back in ecstasy, and cock, throbbingly hard, pulsing along with his racing heart. Zach was shocked at the strength of the feelings surging through him. Once again he found himself padding naked from his bedroom, dripping cock leading the way, to the laundry room where he scrabbled around in a drawer until he found three abandoned clothes pins.
Then he hurried back to his room, sat on the edge of his bed and placed two of the pins on his puffy little tits, groaning and rolling his eyes as he did so. Lying back on the bed he used the third to clip his sensitive little belly button. As soon as the pin closed on the feverishly inflamed protuberance, he fell back onto the bed, whimpering and writhing. He found that if he raised his arms above his head, the sensual torment of the clothes pins on his aching tits felt that much more intense, and if he arched his back so that only his shoulders and buttocks touched the comforter the provocative pang in his nipped naval penetrated to his core even more deeply. Unable to hold off any longer the horny teen jock grasped his rampant cock with his right hand, while his left flicked the clothes pin snagged onto his tantalizingly tortured outie. The inevitable eruption was both swift and spectacular, as Zach's rock hard rod shot wads of sticky white cum several feet into the air only for them to fall back and splatter onto his shuddering torso. As had become his custom, he scooped it all up and fed it to himself, without a second thought, like the good little cumslut he was becoming.
As the week slowly dragged by, Zach was in a constant state of sexual heat. The more his tits rubbed on his shirt, the more he longed to pinch, twist and stretch them while he jerked his perpetually priapic prick. The more he played with his tits, the more they rubbed on his shirt, making his cock jump, and leak in his gym shorts. When he could take no more, he would find himself compelled to jerk off, and hungrily slurp up the seed which his demanding dick sprayed across his tanned, tightly muscled torso. Then there were the times when his mind drifted back to the salty sweet taste of the Man's precum, dripping like pearls from the tip of that big commanding cock. In bed at night he found his own dick swelling and leaking, and his finger would tease the super sensitive head, collecting the juice that oozed from the slit and bringing it to his tongue. Once, just the taste of his own precum, and the thought of the Man's cock in his mouth demanding to be serviced, was enough to make Zach explode.
As Friday evening drew near, Zach made his excuses to his girlfriend once again, meekly enduring the angry admonishments that she heaped upon him for abandoning her on another Friday Night, and promising that he would make it up to her. Feeling cheap and trashy he slipped on his running shorts, and sneakers and prepared to make the run to the Baseball Field where he would once more enter the strange Alternate World in which he would submit to the sadistic whim of an older Man. He had been so horny all week that he had barely spared any thought to what would happen to him on the coming Friday. He had pushed all his trepidation and disquiet to the back of his mind. Yet he knew there was no chance that he would disobey the Man, and fail to meet him at the appointed time. The compulsion to do as the Man ordered was far too great. However, now, as he stood in his bedroom, looking at his reflection once again, he remembered the chamber that lay beyond the mirrored wall in the Man's basement, like some twisted "Through the Looking Glass" nightmare, and his queasy stomach churned with a cold sick feeling. Why would he put himself through this? he wondered, although, deep down, he already knew the answer.
Despite the warmth of the evening, an internal chill gripped Zach more strongly with each step as he ran, and made goosebumps rise on his naked torso. He recalled dreams he had as a child in which he was running, whether away from or towards something he could not remember, but the air around him had become as thick as molasses, and try as he might he could make no headway. No such luck tonight however. Zach's customary swift pace was carrying him ever closer to the Ball Park, and the Man who now owned him.
Arriving at his destination, there was no sign of the Man, or his van. For a moment Zach was at a loss to know what to do. If the Man failed to turn up, could he just go home then? Zach was shocked to realize he was feeling a twinge of disappointment at that thought. He supposed he could run on to the house on the edge of town, although that was quite some distance away, and what if the Man arrived here while he was running to the house?
Zach's pondering was cut short by a shout from the Ball Park.
"Hey, look it's the fag!" The group of four High School boys were once again in the batting cages.
"Hey fag! Suck my dick!" Shouted the largest of the four, crudely grabbing his crotch and thrusting his hips in Zach's direction.
Anger welled up inside Zach and he began to walk purposefully towards the group, face like thunder and fists balled at his sides. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he figured if he could take out the big one the others would probably run. In his anger, he didn't hear the van pull up behind him. It was only when the authoritative voice cut through the red mist, that he realized the Man was there.
"Hey cocksucker, get in the van" the Man shouted.
The four boys, who had begun to look a little unsure as Zach angrily stalked towards them, burst out laughing. Zach's anger drained from him to be replaced by panicked humiliation. Mortified and blushing deeply, he dropped his gaze to the sidewalk, sheepishly turned and hurried to comply with the Man's order.
"Why did you do that?" Zach frowned accusingly, as he sat in the passenger seat.
"You are a cocksucker now boy. Accept it. Embrace it." The Man replied.
Zach disconsolately dropped his gaze, ashamed of what he had done, and what it had made of him. He sat sullenly and hoped that the boys would not spread word of what they had seen and heard at the Ball Park around town, even though he knew it was a pretty vain hope. Slowly his mind drifted back to the Man beside him, and what he had planned for Zach tonight. The idea of sucking the Man's cock again made him shiver, and his own prick stir in his running shorts. It hadn't been as bad as he had expected when the hot, hard erection had slid into his mouth, but he didn't think it was something he would ever get used to. It wasn't the cock itself that aroused him he told himself, it was the act of submission, the thought that his mouth was just being used as a hole to get the Man off, and dump his cum in. That's what got Zach hard. Just thinking about it now had Zach's dick tenting his thin nylon shorts. He placed his hands in his lap to try and cover the bulge, but the Man saw, and told the boy to remove them.
"You are a cocksucking cumslut, boy. The thought of it gets you hard. Don't hide what you are."
