Tim's affirmative reply was again muffled by Perry's mammoth bulge.
"Fine, fine," Perry said, easing up his vice-like grip just slightly, "Don't you worry, Timmy, I'm here to answer your prayers, boy. You wanted cock? I've got cock for you. Now let's get started. Why don't you reach up there, pop that sucker outta those pants, and see what you can do for me to make me your friend."
Tim's hands were shaking as they went to the waistband of Perry's briefs and slipped under the elastic, pulling them down hesitantly. When the cock tucked inside was fully free of the stretchy material, his eyes went wide again and his own much smaller member gave an involuntary spasm. He licked his lips, nervously wetting the parched skin, and moved to take the behemoth in his hands when Perry's grip on him tightened once more.
"Now hold on there, this isn't right." He was yanked up onto his feet again. "Get those trousers off. Naked for me. Now! You're mine now and I want to take a look." He let go of Tim's hair and took a step back. Tim stood there for a second, looking at Perry, trying to size up the situation. "Well get a move on!"
The bigger man feinted forward and Tim jumped, then hastily started to undress. As he pulled off his shirt, Perry absently pulled open one of the desk drawers, examining the contents. Tim started pulling off his socks and shoes. Perry opened another drawer. Next Tim started removing his trousers; Perry opened the bottom drawer.
"Well! Look at this!" He bent to retrieve a bright pink buttplug, straightening up and dangling it from his thumb and forefinger like a prize catch. "What have we here? Oh, Timmy! This is too much! You like this? We are going to have so much fun, you and I! Well what's the matter?" Tim was standing in just his pants, waiting for Perry, hands trying vainly to cover his little erection. "Naked, bitch! Bare fuckin' flesh! I wanna see that ass!" Tim slowly pulled down his pants to stand, shivering slightly. Perry walked around him slowly, looking him up and down, before coming to a rest beside him.
"Hands and knees, boy! Now!" He started to get to the floor. "I said NOW!" Perry slapped his ass so hard he let out a yelp as he dropped down to all fours. A glowing red handprint was starting to raise up against the fair skin of his bottom. Perry admired the view for a moment. Tim's ass was a girly ass; faintly rounded hips blossoming into a slight bubble butt, lightly dusted in fine blond hairs that were almost invisible. Using the toe of his boot, he nudged Tim's knees apart, opening up his ass for view, and then dropped to his haunches to get a closer look, putting the pink buttplug on the floor beside him. Tim's anus was clean, puckered, pink, and tightly clenched.
"That's a pretty ass you got there, bitch," Perry said softly. He stuck his forefinger into his own mouth to wet it slightly and then pressed it unceremoniously into the pucker, sending a grunt out of Tim's trembling lips. "Don't worry, we're going to loosen that up." He pulled his finger back out again.
Perry picked up the buttplug and placed it against Tim's clenched hole and started screwing it in. "Better let loose or this is going to really hurt, boy." Tim gasped as the buttplug felt like it would tear his asshole apart, trying desperately to relax his muscles and let the rubber plug in. Perry just kept twisting it in like a machine pressing the ever expanding point into him faster than he could release his grip on his sphincter. Beads of sweat sprang from his pores as he clenched his teeth against the searing sensation, and perspiration dripped from his nose but still Perry pressed on, merciless, relentless, pitiless. Just as it felt like his ring was going to rip open, the plug popped inside and his ass clamped shut around it, spasms of pain shivering back and forth through his body, his breath coming in little ragged gasps.
"Good boy," Perry beamed, "It looks pretty with that little pink bulb sticking out like that. My ass," he gave the other cheek a slap to match the first. Tim's asshole kept clenching and quivering around the unyielding rubber buried in it as Perry got to his feet again and circled back, absently stroking his half-erect member, and stopped once more in front of Tim.
"Suck my cock."
Tim stared up for a second.
"You don't want me to have to tell you again," the threat was like molasses. Wincing with pain, Tim raised himself up into a kneeling position and, with hands shaking, reached for Perry's cock, guiding it to his mouth. Tears streaked his face as he opened wide and started taking it into his mouth. It was huge. With his jaws wide open it was just possible for him to get the first inch or two into his mouth before he gagged, coughing and spluttering as he pulled back. Perry's foot pressed threateningly onto his balls.
"I'd get to work if I were you," he said quietly. Tim opened his mouth again and took Perry's bell end in, then eased a bit more of it into his mouth while both his hands gripped the rubbery thing like a railing. Sighing with a bit of exasperation, Perry bucked his hips, sending several more inches into Tim's wide open mouth. "Come on," he said as he began fucking the mouth hole, "it's not some kind of science project. It's cock sucking, and you're going to get a whole lot better at it if you know what's good for you."
Tim was choking and gagging but Perry had him by the hair again, his right foot was still pressing Tim's balls into the floor as he continued fucking the mouth slowly.
"This is your life now," he said as he thrust in, sending his manhood coursing for Tim's tightly constricted throat. "You're my piece of ass, faggot." He emphasized the word with another full-on pump. "You wanted to play both ends and you pissed off Sars, and now you're mine. And when you go back to London, I'll be there too. You are my cum dumpster now. My bitch. My faggot... It's everything you dreamed of. You are going to fall in love with my cock, worship that bitch, suck it and fuck it and take it whenever I feel like it. You're going to be my on-call hole." He began pumping faster, the head bumping the back of Tim's throat making him convulse as he choked repeatedly. Perry's breath was coming faster and faster.
"My bitch, my bitch! My hole, my little faggot hole." He fucked the mouth hole faster and faster. "My pussy my ass my bitch you're mine, unh, unh, unh," he pounded his cock home over and over and over again as Tim focused his whole concentration on not biting down, "fuuucckk yeeeaah biiitch... fuck fuck fuuuunhk fuuu yeah"
The first spurt of cum went straight down Tim's throat, catching in his esophagus as the second load sprayed into his mouth, coating his tongue. He choked and a string of cum shot out of his nose as more and more pumped into his mouth while Perry held his head still and bucked his hips. Finally, his urgency eased, and he stopped fucking, pulling out to leave Tim with a gaping jaw and cum draining from his sinuses.
"Yeah," Perry said, "my bitch." He wiped himself on Tim's shirt, pulled on his pants and trousers, and walked out. "See you again soon, bitch," he called over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind him.
Tim blew his nose into the shirt and then sat back, feeling the buttplug still buried in his ass. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he started masturbating.
