Straighthell-stories

Delote was working on Wyatt’s nineteen-year-old boycock for the second time today.  The boy was close now, but he was under orders not to cum until Delote had given him the word.  And the boy already knew enough not to cross the older man.  His butt was still sore from the spanking he’d received earlier this morning when he complained about the black-lace bra and panties Delote was insisting the boy wear whenever he was home, telling the man it was humiliating the way his father and his younger brother laughed and snickered at him when he walked around dressed like that.  Not surprisingly, seeing how Delote had ordered the boy to dress like that solely to humiliate him, the man wasn’t about to relent on that directive and instead spent a good half hour burnishing the boy’s ass to a vibrant red for complaining about it.  With his ass still burning from his morning spanking, the last thing that Wyatt wanted to do was earn another one.

Of course, while the boy wasn’t yet aware of it, he was going to cum without Delote’s permission.  Delote was going to make sure of that.  And when he did, it would be back over Delote’s knees for another ass-blistering.  And that would be followed by another hard cunt-coring that would leave the teenager squealing and crying just like a little boy.

Delote could scarcely believe his own good fortune.  Just three weeks ago, his next door neighbor, Dirk Costanza, had stopped by and asked if he could speak to him.  Delote had always worked hard to be on good relations with all his neighbors, so he naturally invited the man inside.  It was obvious from the get-go that Dirk was uncomfortable, so Delote had offered him a drink.  He’d been a little surprised when Dirk had accepted that offer but he had quickly poured out two glasses of Scotch, neat, and passed one to his guest.  The alcohol seemed to relax the man and, after a few minutes of meaningless chit-chat, he finally got down to the reason for his visit.

“You know my son, Wyatt?” he asked.

“Of course,” Delote replied, having been acquainted with the boy, who was nice looking if not physically imposing, for the last ten years or so.

“Well,” Dirk continued, “Wyatt graduated from high school last June, but since then he’s kind of been at a loss as to what to do with himself.  Now Wyatt’s a good kid – he really is.  But he’s not what you’d call a good student by any stretch of the imagination.  It’s not that he’s lazy.  It’s just that school things come hard for him.  Real hard.  To be honest, there’s no way that boy could get through college.  No way at all.  Unlike his younger brother, Wayne, who’s now a high school senior.  Wayne’s not all that smart, himself, but he’s a lot bigger than his older brother and is a real standout in football.  Who knows, he might even make a professional career out of it.  But, even if he doesn’t, he’s good enough to get a college scholarship despite his mediocre grades.”

“But that’s the problem with Wyatt,” the man continued.  “As I’m sure you’ve noticed, he’s on the small size.  So not only does he not have a future in athletics, he’s definitely not well-suited for any construction or manual work either.  But he is a good-looking boy – takes after his mother, there – and has a nice personality, too.”

At this point, Dirk stopped.  Delote, who’d been following along and pretty much agreeing with the man’s assessment of his son waited for a couple moments, but the silence just stretched on.  Hoping to prod him along, Delote finally said, “And?”

Dirk swallowed hard and then finally blurted out, “And I was thinking that Wyatt might be one of those boys…one of those boys who’s best suited to helping other men…helping other men…get off.  Sexually, I mean.”

To say that this was not what Delote had expected to hear would be to put it mildly.  Delote looked at the other man for a long moment, then reached down and took a big swig of the Scotch.  Finally, he looked the man straight in the face and said, “What you’re telling me, Dirk, is that you think your son Wyatt should consider whoring out his boy-hole.  You think your son should become a boywhore.  Is that what you’re saying?”

“Well, I won’t have put it quite that way,” Dirk responded, noticeably blushing, “but, yeah, I think that may be Wyatt’s only real chance of making a success out of himself.”

“And what does Wyatt say about all this?” Delote asked.  “Does the boy feel any sexual attraction towards other boys?”

Dirk sighed before responding.  “Not really.  I asked him about that and he told me that he was totally straight.  But he did say that if I thought that this was the best way for him to make a success of himself, he was willing to try it.”

Delote absorbed all this for a while and then asked, “Why exactly are you telling me all this?”

“Well,” the other man replied, “the problem is that I wouldn’t know the first thing about training up a boy for…you know, that type of work.  But I thought – no offense intended – that you might know how to do that, considering…you know.”

“Considering I’m gay,” Delote supplied.

“Exactly,” Dirk agreed.  “I know this is somewhat of an imposition.  We can’t really afford a lot, but we could pay you $100 a week for your time.  And I guarantee you that Wyatt will do everything you tell him.  Everything.  And he is…well, he is cherry.  And you might actually enjoy that part of training him up right.”

Delote had already considered that part of the proposal.  It had been a long time since he’d copped a teenboy cherry and Wyatt’s pussy looked to be pretty enough to make the prospect definitely exciting.  But that wasn’t all Delote wanted.

“If I agree to train Wyatt up,” Delote offered, “I expect, like you said, that the boy will do everything I tell him and, when he doesn’t, that I have the authority to punish him appropriately.”

Dirk looked at the other man for a few seconds before replying, “Well, so long as there’s no permanent damage, I don’t think there can be any objections to having you punish the boy when he screws up.  A little physical discipline never hurt any growing boy.”

“I said the punishment would be appropriate,” Delote responded, “and I certainly have no interest whatsoever in permanently injuring the boy.  But the men who’ll be using Wyatt in the future will be hard on him and it’s important that the boy be trained to be able to handle that type of use.  And I intend to do just that.”

“And there’s one more thing,” Delote continued, “after I’ve trained Wyatt to be the perfect faggot boybitch, I’ll expect that the boy will continue to service me on demand – at no charge.  I think that’s only fair seeing it will be my efforts that resulted in him becoming a boywhore who’s making his living off his sweet pussy.”

Dirk actually grinned when he heard this demand.  “No problem, Delote,” he readily agreed.  “The boy will always be available for your use at no charge.  So I take it we have a deal.  When do you want to start training the boy?”

“Tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m.  I work from home so tell Wyatt that he’ll be expected every day – including weekends – from now on.  I’ll send him home most nights by 6:00 p.m., though sometimes I’ll keep him with me the entire night.  I’ll let you know when I’m doing that so you won’t worry about him.  But warn the boy that this is going to be a full-immersion course in being a faggot fuck-bitch so he should expect to be sore and aching after every session.”

“I’ll let him know that for sure,” Dirk said, standing up to leave.  “And thanks again, for agreeing to train up my son.  I really appreciate that.”

Delote simply nodded agreeably.  But even as he accompanied the man to the door his mind was racing with all the delicious things he’d be doing to the man’s son, starting the next day.

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At almost precisely 8:00 a.m. the next morning, Delote’s doorbell rang.  When the man opened the door, there was Wyatt standing in front of him.  The boy was obviously nervous, but that was understandable.  Delote ushered the teenager inside, closed the door, and then turned to face the boy again.  “Okay, boy,” he ordered in a severe tone, “take off your clothes.  All of them.”

The boy immediately flushed a bright red, but just a moment later he was stripping naked, right there in Delote’s entryway as ordered.  Wyatt just let his clothes drop on the floor as he divested himself of them, but Delote immediately ordered the boy to fold them up neatly, with his shoes and socks on top and then pick them up and hand them to Delote.

When the boy did just that, Delote smiled and said, “That’s good, boy.  But tomorrow I want you to strip completely before you ring the bell and then hand me your folded-up clothes before you enter my house.  From now on, you enter my house completely naked – and you leave it that way, too.  I’ll hand you your clothes back at the end of today’s session while you’re standing on the porch, and you can get dressed there.”

Wyatt’s eyes got big as saucers when he heard this.  “You…you want me to strip naked on your front porch…out in the open…where anyone can see me?”

“That’s exactly what I expect boy.  I expect you to be buck naked every time you enter or leave this house from now on.”

“But…but that would be so embarrassing, sir, if someone saw me like that – completely naked in public.  That would be so humiliating, sir.”

“I’m sure it will be, boy, when it happens,” Delote agreed.  “But, boy, you’ve got to understand, you will be performing almost all of your work naked.  And many times, you’ll discover that you’re the only naked male in a room filled with clothed males.  You need to get used to situations like that so that you can still perform the services you’re being paid for even when you’re the only naked male there.  That’s why, from now on, you will ALWAYS be totally naked in my house and will both strip and get dressed on my front porch.  And, when someone sees you buck-ass naked on my front porch you will treat it as simply an occupational hazard and not let it bother you.  Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes, sir.  I understand,” the boy responded, though his lower lip was quivering.  “But, Jeez, sir, I’m gonna be so embarrassed if someone sees me naked like that.”

“Don’t worry, boy,” Delote counseled the boy, “you’ll get used to being embarrassed.  I’m going to see to that.”

If anything, this last comment seemed to scare the boy even more.  Delote, though, ignored the boy for a moment and turned to place Wyatt’s clothes on a side table.  Once he did, though, he extracted the boy’s underwear.  “Another thing, Wyatt,” he said turning to the boy.  “No more underwear.  You go commando at all times from now on.  Not just when you come over here, but everyplace you go.  So when you get home tonight I want you to throw all of your underwear out.  Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes, sir,” the boy replied, figuring that while there might well be some embarrassing moments when he was walking around commando, they couldn’t hold a candle to the way he was sure to feel being stark naked all the time he was being trained.  But, if Wyatt thought that being naked was embarrassing, he was about to find out that his embarrassment was just beginning.

Delote smiled at the boy, enjoying his obvious nervousness and reveling in all the ways he was planning on exacerbating it.  “Okay, boy,” he said, with a wicked grin, “now before we start your training, we need to get you cleaned up.”

Not understanding what the man was getting at, Wyatt replied, “Well, I did shower right before I came over here, sir.”

“That may be, boy,” Delote rejoined, “but you didn’t take care of all that fuzz on your body.  We need to get rid of that, right away.”

“Fuzz on my body?” the boy repeated, questioningly.

“The hair, boy,” Delote explained, scarcely hiding his amusement.  “Your pubes and the rest of your body hair.  We’ve got to get rid of that.”

“My pubes?” the boy exclaimed, horrified.  “You’re going to shave off my pubes?”

“Not just your pubes, boy,” Delote informed the boy, “all your body hair.  Everything below the neck.  You need to be totally hairless and smooth from the neck down.”

“Oh, no, sir,” the boy responded, tears visibly gathering in his eyes.  “I don’t want that, sir.  Without my pubes and stuff, I…I’d look like a little boy.”

“Precisely,” Delote agreed.  "That’s exactly how you want to present yourself – as a little boy, as a little boy serving a Real Man who’ll do everything the Man tells him to do precisely because he’s just a little boy.”

“But…but that will be so embarrassing, sir,” the boy argued, trying hard not to cry, “when other dudes see me like that, like a little boy who hasn’t even reached puberty.”

“You may be embarrassed, boy,” Delote explained, “which is all to the good, by the way, since Men love embarrassing and humiliating boys like you, but that’s the way Men expect their ‘boys’ to present themselves.  It’s a physical manifestation of the boy’s recognition of his inferior status vis-à-vis the Men who are renting and using him.  A boy doesn’t deserve a manly hirsute covering, so he humbly presents his body totally bare and smooth for the Man’s enjoyment.  And, boy, that is how you’ll be presenting yourself from now on, so just come with me and we’ll get rid of all that body hair right now.”

Crestfallen, but afraid to argue further with the Man training him, Wyatt reluctantly followed Delote into the bathroom.  And, when he emerged an hour later, the boy was as hairless as a newborn babe.  Looking at himself in a mirror, Wyatt couldn’t keep the tears from trickling down his face.  He really did look like a little boy again and that was so humiliating.  Wyatt had thought he’d been embarrassed before when he’d been ordered to strip naked and been told he’d be kept that way most of the day from now on, but now the boy thought he knew what true humiliation felt like.  And it didn’t help matters that Delote spent a good five to ten minutes just running his hands up and down Wyatt’s denuded body, constantly commenting on how smooth and soft the skin felt – just like a boy’s body should feel.

Eventually, though, the Man stopped fondling and molesting the teenager’s body and took a step back.  “Boy, you definitely look the way a faggot boy-whore should look.  Now it’s time to start training you up so you can perform the way a faggot boy-whore is expected to perform.  On your knees, bitch.  Now.  It’s time you learned how to suck cock.”

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In truth, Delote was surprised how well Wyatt did for a first-time cocksucker.  Not that he let the boy know that.  No, he slapped the boy every time a tooth even grazed the Man’s cock, and he constantly mocked him as the boy brought up waves of sputum dribbling down his chin onto his body as he struggled to deep-throat the older Man.  Still, the Man was able to get a good three-inches of his cock down the boy’s throat and Delote rewarded the boy with a full-load of Man-scuzz.  Delote knew that that initial session definitely boded well for the boy’s future – at least as a cocksucker.  Now, though, it was time to see how the boy would handle the most important part of being a faggot whore, taking Man-cock up his boy-slot.

“Okay, boy,” he said, as the boy knelt before him, trying to catch his breath after his throat’s first plowing out, “get on your feet and go kneel down on the couch.”

Unsteadily the teenager stood up and stumbled towards the couch.  It was clear the boy was already exhausted but Delote wasn’t about to let up on him.  Whores were frequently exhausted while Men were using them, but they were still always expected to perform.  That’s what they were paid for – not effort, but performance.  And the earlier the boy learned that lesson the more successful as a whore he’d be.  So Delote wasn’t about to let up, not even on the boy’s first day of training.

Once the boy had gotten into position on the sofa, Delote ordered him to reach behind himself, grab his ass-cheeks and spread them apart.  And, immediately, even from across the room, the Man could see that they had a problem.

“Boy,” he demanded in a harsh voice, “did you douche yourself this morning?”

“Douche myself?” the boy repeated in a questioning voice, which immediately made it obvious that he hadn’t.  “No.  I didn’t douche myself.  I’ve never douched myself.  That’s what a girl does.”

“That’s what a faggot whore does, too,” Delote informed the boy.  “Every morning.  No Man wants a fag’s shit on his cock when he’s done fucking a boy.  Hell, he doesn’t even want the fag’s pussy slime on it.  That’s why Men routinely make a faggot whore clean up their Man-cocks – with his faggot mouth – when they’re done using him.  And it’ll be hard enough, boy, to get used to downing your own pussy slime.  You don’t want to have to eat your own shit, too.  So get up and come with me, boy.  We’re going to give your faggot cunt a good douching before I fuck you and save you from having to taste your own anal slime.”

“Yes, sir,” the boy responded, getting back to his feet, looking faintly nauseous at merely the possibility of having to taste his own shit.  Dutifully, he followed Delote back into the bathroom.

As things turned out, it took three enemas before Delote was satisfied that Wyatt was totally cleaned out.  Taking an enema had been humiliating enough for the boy, having to stand there as the water was shot up into his anal cavity, watching his belly slowly expanding until it felt like he would burst, pleading with Delote to stop the inflow over and over before the Man would finally do just that.  Then, hobbling over to the urinal only to be told that, as a faggot whore, he was no longer permitted to sit on a toilet seat but could only straddle the commode or sit on the porcelain rim, and then having to stand there, legs far apart, as the disgusting mixture of water and anal slime came gushing out while Delote laughed aloud at him left the boy literally crying in shame by the time it was all over, only to be told that he wasn’t clean enough and would have to go through the whole process again.

But what was even more concerning to the humiliated boy was the realization that his anal hole – his boypussy as Delote constantly referred to it – was already sore from the repeated infusion and then extrusion of so much water.  It was achingly sore and his boyhole was about to be cunted for the first time.  Wyatt might never have been fucked before, but even he could figure out that this was going to make his imminent deflowering particularly painful.

As Delote led Wyatt out of the bathroom, the older man was well aware of the fears that were coursing through his young trainee, but he had a surprise for the boy before he began deflowering him.  No sooner had they walked into the bedroom where Delote did eventually intend to fuck the boy for the first time than he sat down on the side of the bed and told the boy to get his ass over Delote’s ass.

“Why?” Wyatt whined, though it was obvious that the boy knew exactly why Delote wanted his naked ass splayed out on the Man’s lap.

“Because I’m going to spank you, boy,” Delote answered, matter-of-factly.

“But why are you going to spank me?” Wyatt asked.  “What did I do?”

“It isn’t what you did, boy,” Delote explained.  “It’s what you didn’t do.  You didn’t douche your pussy ahead of time and I ended wasting my time doing the job for you.”

“But I didn’t know,” the boy pleaded.  “I didn’t know I was supposed to douche my ass ahead of time.  No one told me that I needed to do that.  I didn’t know.”

“Ignorance is no excuse, boy,” Delote retorted.  “A boy whore is expected to know what’s expected of him.  And trust me, boy, if you had shown up for a paying customer was a pussy as befouled as the one your brought to me, you’d be getting more than a hard spanking.  Besides, boy, to be honest, you have the type of ass that Real Men love spanking, so you should plan on being spanked frequently when you’re servicing your customers and you need to be taught how to take a hard spanking.  So you should take this spanking not only as a punishment but as a learning lesson that’s going to be repeated every session from now on.”

“You’re…you’re gonna be spanking me every day…from now on?” Wyatt asked, not wanting to believe he’d understood the Man correctly.

“Isn’t that what I just said, boy?” replied, shaking his head in frustration.  “Now get your naked ass over my lap and take your spanking, boy.  Now!”

The boy hesitated just a moment and then, emitting a loud sigh, stretched his body over Delote’s lap.  And, just seconds later, the Man began whaling away at his teenage butt.

Delote gave the boy a good fifteen-minute ass-burnishing.  By the time he finished, the boy’s pretty ass-cheeks were a glowing red and the boy was sobbing loudly.  And Delote had a throbbing boner he knew exactly where he was going to stick.

“Okay, boy,” Delote announced.  “You can get up now.”

Gingerly, every movement sending new bolts of pain through his buttocks, Wyatt stood up.  The boy was still wiping away tears when Delote ordered him to get his ass on the bed and raise his legs.  “It’s time you found out what being a boywhore is all about,” he told the teenager.  “It’s time you got fucked.”

The boy was shaking like a leaf as he eased himself into position.  And he became only more obviously terrified when Delote joined him on the bed.  Delote spoke softly to him now, trying to get the teenager to relax.  “I’m not going to lie to you, Wyatt.  This is probably going to hurt, at least at first.  You’re a virgin and I’ve got a good-sized Man-cock and no matter how I ease it in, it’s going to be painful.  So what I’m going to do, after I lube up your hole and my cock, is just bury it in you in one big push.  Like I said, it's going to hurt going in, but I think it’s better to get the initial penetration over quickly.  Once I’m holstered in your pussy, I’ll just let it sit there for a couple minutes to allow you to get used to it.  But then I’m going to fuck you.  Fuck you hard, like most Men will be fucking you in the future.  And it will probably start hurting a lot again.  All I can tell you, Wyatt, is that, over time, it will hurt a lot less when you get fucked and you will likely reach a point where you actually enjoy being dicked.  But, I’m sorry, that won’t be today.  You just have to tough it out for now.  Do you understand?”

The boy looked up at him and it was obvious that he was trying hard not to cry.  “I…I understand, sir,” he said in a quavering voice.

“Okay, boy,” Delote said, smiling at the boy for the first time that day.  “Then let’s get started.”

Just as he’d promised, Delote spent a good five minutes lubing up the boy’s cherry pussy-hole and then slathered his own Man-dick with a healthy dosing of lube, too.  Then he scrunched forward and positioned his hard cuntbuster right on the boy’s pristine rosette.  “Look at me, boy,” he gently ordered.  “Look right in my eyes, boy.”

Wyatt looked at him and Delote could see the terror in the boy’s eyes.  “It’s going to be alright, boy,” he reassured the teenager.  “It’s going to be okay,” and even as he reassured the boy, he thrust forward with all his might.  The boy’s sphincter resisted for a moment but then, as was inevitable, it gave way, and Delote rammed his big cock balls-deep into the pristine cavern between the teenager’s legs.  And Wyatt just howled in agony.

Once fully ensconced in the boy’s cherry boy-hole, Delote came to a dead stop, as he’d promised to do.  He leaned down and began kissing the boy, forcing his tongue through the teenager’s lips.  At the same time, he let his hands softly caress the boy’s writhing body, gentling it like you would a scared colt, trying to calm the boy down and get him to relax, knowing that this would lessen the pain he was feeling.   And slowly, the boy did relax.  He looked up at the man whose face was now just inches from his own and tried to smile, though that was hard to carry off with all the pain he was still feeling.  But Delote understood what he was doing and deeply kissed Wyatt again and, this time, the teenager kissed him back.  And even as he resumed kissing the boy, he began withdrawing his rampant Man-tool only to thrust it back all the way in.  He did it again.  And again.  And soon he was fucking the teenager full-bore.

As Delote began fucking Wyatt with real force, the initial pain resurged in the boy, just like Delote had warned.  But this time, Delote ignored the boy’s obvious discomfort.  It wasn’t merely because Delote was now consumed by his own pleasure in fucking a virginally-tight boypussy, which he was.  The Man also understood that the Men who Wyatt would be eventually servicing would have no concern as to the boy’s comfort.  They would fuck him for their own pleasure and, if that meant the boy suffered, well many of them would actually think ‘so much the better.’  It might be a hard lesson for the boy to learn, but it was one that he did need to learn, and he might as well learn it sooner rather than later.  So Delote let himself go and ravaged the boy’s tender boy-twat with increasing force.

Soon, the boy was literally shrieking in agony as Delote jackhammered his Man-cock in and out of the teenager’s hole.  Fortunately for Wyatt, the very tightness of his boy-chute which provided Delote with so much pleasure as he ravished him, also resulted in stimulating the Man to shoot his load of creamy ball-seed less than five minutes after he started fucking Wyatt with total abandon.  Totally spent, Delote collapsed on the teenager’s upturned legs, breathing heavily.

It took the Man a good five minutes before he returned to himself.  The Man’s cock was still hard inside the boy’s cock-sheath and he knew he could easily move on to a second nut, but looking at the boy’s anguished face, he realized that this might be more than the boy could take.  So, after resting a few more minutes, he slowly withdrew his still throbbing cock from the boy’s now fully-christened cunt-hole.

“You did good, boy,” he told the teenager.

“Are…are we done, sir?” the boy asked, almost afraid to hope that the answer might be ‘yes.’

“We are for today, boy,” Delote responded.  “We are for today.”

The two of them, the sated Man and the freshly ravaged boy, lay side by side for the next fifteen minutes, both recovering from their exertions.  Then, slowly, they both stood up.  Delote walked the boy to the front door.  And once they were there, the Man handed the boy his clothes.  Wyatt looked up at the Man hoping that he wouldn’t insist on making the boy dress outside on the front porch.  But Delote simply said, “Outside,” and the boy, gulping hard, nodded his head.  A moment later, Wyatt was standing on the front porch, frantically pulling his clothes back on, keenly aware that he was naked, his body totally shaven, his asshole leaking another Man’s ball-seed, terrified that he might be seen in the state he was in.  But that day, the boy was lucky – though he would not always be.

Once he was suitably clothed, the boy staggered home, not believing what had happened to him in the previous six hours, uncertain if he could ever bring himself to return.  But the next morning, he found himself stripping naked on the front porch of Delote’s house, facing another day of training to become a boywhore.

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It’s been three weeks since Wyatt first entered Delote’s house, and he’s been there every day since then.  He’s been fucked every day, too, though now, just as Delote had promised him, there’s not only far less pain in taking a Man-cock up his boycunt, there’s actually a certain amount of pleasure, too.

Wyatt’s come a long way since that first day.  He understands now that he was a pussy, a cunt, between his legs, and that like any pussy, it’s designed to make Man-cock feel at home inside of it.  But then again, so is Wyatt’s mouth and throat.

The boy has become quite an accomplished cocksucker, though, from what Delote has told him, it’s his pussy that will see the most action in the future.  But Wyatt is fine with that.  He’s confident that he’ll be able to show any Man who rents him a good time, regardless of how the Man wants to obtain it.  He still might not like the taste of Man-piss but he can swallow a full-bladder of piss without even blanching and even Delote tells him he’s especially good at cleaning out a dirty asshole with his tongue.

Now, Delote’s concentrating on honing and refining Wyatt’s abilities.  For the last week, he’s forced the boy to wear a bra and panties – and nothing else – when he’s at home, knowing that being dressed like that would particularly humiliate the boy.  And, of course, it does, particularly since four nights ago, his brother Wayne walked into Wyatt’s bedroom and, after telling Wyatt how ‘cute’ he looked all dolled up in a bra and panties, proceeded to rape the hell out of Wyatt’s pussy, dropping two huge loads of his ball-slime up Wyatt’s boy-hole.  Delote didn't even try to hide his amusement the next day when Wyatt complained about what had happened.  He gave the boy strict orders that, from now on, in addition to becoming a working boywhore, he was to consider himself his brother’s bitch, too, and service Wayne whenever he was horny.  While Wyatt now understands that it’s important that he get used to being humiliated in front of other Men since the Men who use will frequently enjoy doing just that, having to let his younger brother fuck Wyatt’s pussy whenever Wayne wants is a humiliation way beyond what Wyatt thought he’d have to endure.  But Wyatt knows better than not to follow one of Delote’s direct orders so he’s now spreading his legs every night for his horny younger brother’s pleasure and amusement.

Today, Delote’s been focusing in on developing the boy’s self-control, jacking him off for hours at a time but never giving him permission to cum.  Twice already today, Wyatt couldn’t help himself and shot a load of his ball-slime and each time the boy has paid the price – a thirty-minute ass-whaling with a holed paddle.  His butt is sore as shit right now but Wyatt knows that won’t keep Delote from whaling away at it again if he can’t control himself.  And the thing is, Delote really knows how to get Wyatt’s boy-juices running and Wyatt is afraid that he’s not going to be able to resist cumming yet again.   He’s so close.  So close already.  Oh, fuck.   Oh, fuck.  OH, FUCK!!  He’s cumming again.  And his ass is so sore already.  Fuck.

Being a trained boywhore is a lot more difficult than Wyatt thought it would be and the boy never thought it would be easy.  He is grateful, though, that he has such a good trainer in Delote.  He can’t believe how far he’s come in just a month.  Of course, this weekend will be the big test.  He’s spending the whole weekend with Delote and the Man is inviting various friends over to try out Wyatt’s fuck-holes.  And if Wyatt gives a good account of himself, then his training will be over and Delote will put him to work full-time, just like he agreed with Wyatt’s dad a few weeks ago.  Wyatt’s a little nervous about that but, thanks to Delote’s efforts, he’s also confident that he can now handle anything that’s thrown his way.  It may be painful, degrading, and humiliating, but Wyatt’s positive he’ll be able to handle it.  And if he can’t, if he occasionally fucks up, at least Delote will be there to correct and discipline him, the way every faggot boywhore needs when he screws up.  Wyatt is a lucky little faggot bitch and even he realizes it.  If only he wasn’t now his brother’s bitch, too, then everything would be perfect.  But, then again, you can’t have everything, can you?