CLE boy in P-town.
Not long after that hot conversation with CLE boy, he went on a trip to Provincetown. he was now solidly into that period during which he would do what I want him to do, with only one underlying philosophy always driving his actions. That underlying philosophy is this: he has no right to tell a man “no.” It is not his place to refuse a man. he knows it, I know it. CLE boy is a pig at heart, but there is something special about having a pig like him under my control, doing my bidding. It provides me with a sense of power and control that I like very much. The nice thing about CLE boy and others like him is that I get what I want, and I need to exert very little effort to get it. Such was the case with CLE boy in Provincetown.
I believe in giving credit where credit is due, so I will preface this by stating right up front that CLE boy actually developed this idea himself. I confirmed that I wanted him to run with it, as well as when to stop. CLE boy’s idea was to stand in a partially private area near the beach in Provincetown sucking cock, refusing no man who wanted him to suck and swallow load. In a sense, CLE became a public cum dump, albeit an oral one in this case. I imposed my control over him by telling him how many guys to suck. he would check in with me before starting, and I would give him a number. After he had sucked and swallowed that many guys, he was to call me, and I would then decide whether he should continue or stop. Much as you read in posts about faggotjewboy, I am a fan of the remote control of sub pig bitch boys. I’m also a fan of live blow by blow telephonic voyeurism.
On the first day that I tried out this system with CLE boy in P-town, I stipulated that he was to suck 10 men. It amused me to think of him standing around near the edge of the beach waiting for 10 guys to unzip, pull out their cocks, unload in his warm mouth, zip up, and take off. I told him I didn’t care how long it took, he had just better get the job done. As is almost always the case with CLE boy, he was all about the “Yes, Sir. It will be done, Sir.” That’s what I like to hear. I told him to text me after each load he swallowed. I wanted to keep track of how long this took him, so I could determine what is reasonable to expect.
CLE boy was impressive in his performance. Within the first two hours he had sucked off five guys, and swallowed five hot loads. Maybe I had made things too easy on him. If he could continue at this rate, he’d be done in four hours, and have lots of time left to further enjoy himself. Of course, the next five proved slower. But the text messages did come in, one by one. By the time he’d reached nine loads, I called him. I asked him how he felt. he said that he was feeling tired and, umm, “full.” I appreciated how he might feel full, and he wasn’t complaining, really. There was never a sense that he would stop before fulfilling my wishes. I like to know that I am inside a boy’s head, and that he takes my commands seriously. When I spoke with CLE boy post-number nine, I could hear the fatigue in his voice, but I could also sense his commitment to the task I had given him. “It will get done, Sir,” he said.
In light of CLE boy’s dark desire, I had to verbalize some speculation as to the status of those nine loads in his belly. I knew he was thinking about it, and I was too. I suggested to him that it would not be unreasonable to guess that out of those nine loads, at least one had to be charged. Considering where CLE boy was, and the way in which I was using him, chances were quite good that the ratio was higher than that. He might have had two, three, even four dirty loads in his belly. I could tell that CLE was pleased with himself, and aroused by this line of speculation. He reminded me that he had no right to refuse any man, and that he was just doing what he needed to do—of course, in this case, he was doing it under my direction, for me. This is an example of what I call a winning system. CLE lives according to his low, inferior, submissive place in life and in so doing pleases me and serves me. It’s definitely a win-win.
CLE was going to be in P-town for a few days. This was only day one. CLE would get that 10th load of cum in his belly, and he text messaged me when he did. I texted him back with a simple, “Good boy.” Of course, we both knew that he was far from a “good boy.” In this world, good means bad, and bad means good. CLE was good in a way that seems good to me, good to him. But the definition of good under which we operate is definitely not the standard one.
P-town was an important milestone with CLE boy. It was during that trip that I came to understand how much CLE wanted to serve me, and how well he could rise to the challenge. He demonstrated his respect and submission to me in tangible ways—ways that got my attention. CLE had a long road ahead of him, but even then, he showed promise. I appreciated the headspace he inhabited, and admired the level of comfort he had with his low station in life. CLE is a boy who definitely knows his place. he knows who and what he is, and that means a lot in a world full of posers and wannabes.
Keep those loads cumming!
u should have made him take more loads.
wonder where he was. i want to do that when i go to p-town this summer.
david,
you sound almost as piggy as CLE boy.
LSB