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Du_Me 76M
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8/21/2014 9:12 pm

Last Read:
12/12/2023 3:08 pm

We need to talk...


I wrote to you. I needed to talk about the public slut you have made me. I've lost count of the unknown men I have sucked. Strangers have approached me in the grocery store, in the hardware store, in places I would never expect. Most of them black men, all of them know me as Huckleberry. This game you are playing with me threatens my marriage, my job, my life. It was one thing to meet you secretly and please you. It is quite another to blow people I don't know in relatively public places.

So you suggested we meet for a beer. You instructed me to wear my ball leash and meet you at the local sports bar. I arrived first. In the bathroom stall, I tightened the leash around my balls and coiled the long lead into loops which I tucked into the top of my jeans. I went back out into the bar and found a table and chair with a view of the door. You arrived a few minutes later.

We each ordered beer. You asked if I was wearing the leash as you instructed, and I responded, "Of course". I would never dream of disobeying you.

"Then give it to me, cunt." I pulled the coiled leash out of my pants and passed it to you, under the table. "Unbutton your jeans and unzip 'em", you commanded. I did as I was told. You pulled the leash taught causing my balls to stretch toward you. I worried about people seeing my balls surging up under my skivvies or perhaps seeing the leash, but the table cloth on the table hung over the edges and probably hid the torturous stretching of my ball sack. "Pull your balls out of your skivvies, slut." Again I did what I was told. "Now what did you want to talk about?"

My cock and balls were now exposed out of my skivvies as my master pulled relentlessly on the leash. My cock was hard and pointing up under the table. I squirmed uncomfortably from the tugging on my balls. Besides looking nervously around the room to see if anyone was looking at my predicament, I was also having second thoughts about complaining to you. With a quick jerk of the leash, you could have me squealing from the pain. I didn't want to give you a reason to expose me.

Nevertheless, I began to try to explain that the game (as I called it) had to stop. I couldn't continue to suck strange men. The grocery store incident was very uncomfortable. While shopping with my wife, a man had walked up behind me, patted my ass and, after saying the customary greeting, "Hey Huckleberry", ordered me to the handicap stall in the grocery restroom. My wife was nearby at the meat counter. Without looking at the bold intruder, I told my wife I had to piss and made my way to the restroom. I had barely gotten into the stall when the stall door that I had wedged shut with some rolled up toiled paper opened. Quickly, I forced my glaze down and shut my eyes. Part of the rules of the game are that I cannot gaze at the face of the man I am about to suck. In seconds, his cock was in my mouth, fucking my face. He fucked my throat hard and deep and I could feel his cum shoot into the back of my throat. As quickly as he arrived he zipped up his pants and walked out. I jerked off, as I often do. Even though I hate what I have become, sucking strange men excites me terribly and I always climax with a huge load of cum. But going back out to my wife, I was worried. My cheeks were flush. My cock still hard, And despite gulping some water out of my hand from the sink, I could still feel the cum in my throat and mouth.

I began to explain the threat you had created as we drank our second beer.

You said, "Maybe we should take a ride and talk about it."

"Good, I'd like that."

You handed the leash back and I tucked my raging hard-on and my balls, still tightly bound, back into my skivvies. I pulled up my jeans, zipped and buttoned them shut and threw some money on the table. We walked out to your truck as I tried to hide my hardon as we walked. Butch was in the back seat of the truck.

As we pulled away from the Sports bar, you started talking to butch, "Hey buddy, look who I found." The responded to his master's voice with a quick bark and as if he understood the implication, he sniffed at my face over the bench seat we were sitting on. You told me to strip naked from the waste down. I did what I was told. "Now hand me your fucking leash". You jerked the leash, hard. The pain shot through me as you almost pulled me across the truck by my balls.

You unbuttoned your jeans and unzipped your pants pulling out your gorgeous cock. "Now blow me while you beat off". And I thought we were going to talk...

I began beating my meat and dropped my head into your crotch and began slurping on your cock. Oh, how I enjoy sucking your cock. You moaned and strained up into my mouth as you drove.

"If you feel like you are going to cum, cunt, I want you to catch it with your hand and lick it up." I continued to bob up and down on your cock as I beat myself with my right hand. Oh yes, I was going to cum. Naked in your truck, blowing you huge cock, while your watched. I was going to shoot out the windows.

I could feel the cum surging up through my cock so I pulled away from your cock and began to beat myself harder, faster. The precum had made my cock slick with my juices and almost immediately I began shooting cum into my hand. You watched as I drained myself into my left hand.

"No, no, no. On second thought, let Butch lick it up. You and him are lovers, right?"

With that, you gave a tug on my balls to let me know you were serious. I fed my cum to Butch, who was more than willing to lick my hand dry.

"Now back down on my cock, slut. I've got an idea."

I continued to bob up and down on your cock as you drove for what seemed to be 15 minutes or so. You made a left turn and told me to get up, "Alright, get off of me, slut." I sat up on the passenger side of the truck. We had pulled into the town forest. You parked in the back of the parking lot to the left. My door faced the forest.

"Get out!" you commanded.

I stood next to the truck naked from the waist down. You got out of the truck and walked around to me grabbing the ball leash yet again. You opened the door and let the out of the truck. You grabbed some twine that was laying on the floorboard of your truck and began tieing one end around one of my wrists. As is your custom, you pulled that arm behind my back and contined the twine around the front of me and, pulling my other arm behind me, tied the loose end to my other wrist. My arms were bound behind me. then you tied the ball leash to your dog!

"I thought we could go for a run... C'mon Butch!" With that, you Butch took off running down the trail away from the truck.

My God!! I am naked from the the waist down and being towed through a public forest by your dog. Should I fall or stumble, your boxer will no doubt pull my balls off. Fortunately, the is happy to run at your side. I am not so happy to be jogging behind you. My cock is bobbing up and down in front of me.

We run for a while into the woods and suddenly, you stop. I stop behind you, but Butch continues a few feet. The inevitable happens... the leash around the collar of huge boxer yanks on my balls, jerking them out in front of my erect cock. You laugh at my predicament as the dog, his collar pulled back by my balls, slows to a stop and turns around.

"C'mere slut. Time to finish what you started." You pull out your cock from your jeans and order me to my knees. I drop in front of you and you put your hands behind my head pushing your cock as deep as it will go into my throat. You fuck my face until you explode down my throat.

"Lick it clean, mouth !" I do as I am told and you put your wet cock back into your pants.

You and Butch lead us back to the truck. You untie my hands and order me back into the truck. You let Butch into the back of the truck and drive me back to the sports bar. After putting my skivvies and jeans back on, you order me out into the parking lot.

"Nice talk, slut!" And you pull away, laughing.

Thank you, master


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