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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