Starboy - Part 3

All characters are 18+

Zander slurped hungrily at my crotch, sucking the pre-cum mess that I'd created. I could feel his warmth on my raging cock inside, teasing it sensually.

What a surprise this had turned out to be. I'd suspected him of being gay, but this was a step further. The cute little nerd wasn't just gay, he was a slut, and perhaps even a depraved slut at that.

I watched as he lapped at the wet patch. His eager tongue tasting my juices whilst I shivered with pleasure.

I hadn't expected this. At best, I had hoped for a blowjob, but this had taken a different direction entirely. I'd never dominated a boy before. I'd never done anything with a boy before. My heart raced as I considered what to do with him next.

Women were easier, partially because I only ever worried about my needs. Could I do the same with Zander? Would he leave if I became too dominating?

"Put your hands on your head, slut" I snarled, grabbing him by the hair.

He didn't miss a beat, clasping his fingers together behind his head a second later and continuing to suck the juices from my bottoms.

I continued to watch him as he worked. How different did he look now compared to when he sat in school, awkward and intimidated? It was a fascinating transformation, and one that I needed to take advantage of.

I stepped back and left him with his tongue hanging out. His eyes found mine and he looked up at me pleadingly. Damn, he was cute.

"Bark" I said to him, sitting back down on the sofa, "bark like a dog".

His cheeks blushed. How awkward must he feel? Being ordered to bark in front of the most popular guy in school. A guy who had watched him be terrorised and bullied, a guy who has witnessed his head being flushed down dirty school toilets more times than he could even count.

He coughed a pathetic sound from his throat and sat back on his ankles.

"You can do better than that, slut" I smirked, sipping my beer, "bark like the dog you are".

He tried again, his cheeks now burning.

"Again" I grinned, and he barked again.

"Louder!" And he went louder.

"Lick the floor", he wasted no time.

"Slap yourself in the face", instantly.

"Punch yourself in the balls", done.

I stared at him as he recovered from the self-abuse, and felt my cock leak even more. It was an amazing spectacle to behold. He didn't seem to even think about the demands. It was as though he was completely mindless. A completely mindless slave. My completely mindless slave.

"Suck" I said to him, sliding my wet trousers down to my knees as he crawled toward me.

Zander nestled between my legs, his eager mouth lipping at my cock through my boxer briefs and his eyes remaining on me at all times. Clearly I'd been missing out.

I dragged my underwear down my thighs and his eyes widened.

"You've already seen it" I smirked, holding it by the base and rubbing the drooling tip against his lips.

"N... Not from this angle, Sir".

The word sent a shiver through me. He'd called me Sir, a boy only a couple of months younger than me had spoken to me in the most submissive of ways.

"Kiss it" I told him, interested to see how long I could draw this out for, "kiss it right here".

I pointed to the slippery, juice-coated glans and almost gasped as he pressed his warm lips to it and kissed. As he pulled back, a string of clear fluid linked from his mouth to my cock, and he licked it hungrily.

"How many men have you served, slut?" I asked, my voice low and rough.

"In my dreams? Lots, Sir" the cute eighteen-year-old grinned back.

"And in real life?"

"You'll be the first".

My groin was drenched in pre-cum, to the point that even my balls were slick with the stuff. I glanced back at him and pointed to it.

"Clean it all up" I told him, "every bit of it".

Without hesitation, the skinny nerd began to slurp at my naked crotch, swallowing everything he collected. He ran his tongue across the bristles of my shaved pubic hair, lapped at the sides of my cock, tongued down the crevices of my legs and sucked on my heavy sack.

"Now suck my cock, slut" I whispered.

Zander took the head into his mouth, his tongue pressing against my slit as he did. I bit down hard on my lip and groaned as he plunged deeper.

We'd barely even started and already this was the best damn blowjob I'd ever had. He bobbed up and down, his throat gurgling as he swallowed as much of my meat as he could take.

"Take it all, slut" I hissed, knowing that so far, nobody had ever been able to swallow all nine inches of my fat, veiny cock.

Zander forced his throat open, shoving his head further down my tool and I watched in awe. I could see the outline of my cock in his throat, like an anaconda who'd eaten a car. I watched it carefully, noticing that Zander's throat was relaxing and, despite his violent, wet gagging, was taking more and more of it.

He was a mess. His eyes bulging, his face purple, spit and other bodily fluids trailing down his chin, and yet he continued.

I moaned loudly as his lips pressed against my pubic area. Every inch of my cock was inside him, and if I hadn't been so fucking horny, I would have taken a moment to bask in it.

Zander un-impaled himself a few moments later, and fell to his back on the floor. I watched as he sucked air into his lungs, still covered in fluid and gasping breathlessly. He'd almost passed out, and all because of one single command.

"Are... Are you alright?" I asked him, and after another few breaths, he lifted his head up and grinned at me.

"Are you worried about me?" He smiled, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, and I wasn't sure how to answer him.

My cock continued to twitch as I leaned forward and took another gulp of beer.

"You're not like this in school" I said, studying him.

"Oh yeah" he nodded, "maybe tomorrow I'll bark and punch myself in the dick for Mr. Lowry".

A grin spread across my face.

"What do you like doing?" I asked him curiously, because the only other thing I could think of doing to him was tying him up.

"You haven't done this before, have you?" He laughed, and my lip stiffened.

"It's okay" he shrugged, "I'm a virgin too".

"I'm not a virgin!" I snapped, but Zander just smirked.

"I'm not!" I barked again, but the boy shrugged and it was clear to see that he didn't believe me.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of" he continued, "you'll get there some day".

A rush of frustration washed over me. I reached down, grabbed him by the scruff once again, and lifted him off his feet.

"Are you deaf?" I snarled into his face, "I said I'm not –"

"This" he whispered, holding my wrists as I held him in place.

I stared at him, confused.

"This is what I like doing" he added, and wrapped his legs around my waist. "Own me, Sir" he whispered into my ear.

It was like a switch had been pressed inside me. The way he spoke, the way he acted, the cheeky comments, it drove me insane.

I pulled his jumper over his head, revealing his smooth, thin body. Rather easily, I drove him down onto the sofa, eliciting a groan as I did. His trousers were next. I ripped the belt from them before dragging them roughly down his skinny legs.

He was easy to manoeuvre, his body sliding and flipping whatever way I decided.

"Hand-me-downs?" I smirked, squeezing his package through a pair of dull white briefs.

If Zander wanted to be bullied by me, then I was happy to oblige.

"Stand up" I growled, but I didn't give him the option of non-compliance.

I yanked him to his feet by his wrist, spinning him around as he stood in just his tighty-whities, and before he could get his bearings, the fabric of his underwear was being torn up his ass crack.

A yelp escaped his mouth as his socked feet left the floor. The wedgie was a cruel one. Relentless and unforgiving.

"Say 'I'm a little slut and I'll do whatever I'm told from now on'" I snarled, listening as the fabric began to tear.

"Ouch!" Zander groaned, holding his package tightly, "w... What do I have to say?"

I yanked harder, and another squeal left him.

"I'm a little slut and I'll do whatever I'm told from now on!" I spat.

"That's good to know" he squirmed.

"You little..."

His underwear ripped and Zander fell to the floor. For a moment I was concerned. What if I'd hurt him?  What if I'd crossed a line? And then I looked down at him and found his pin hard cock.

"Yeah" he nodded, gasping "just like that".

A silence fell for a moment as I studied the naked teen. Was he really enjoying this treatment?

"You like being bullied?" I asked, confused and excited in equal measure.

"Yes" he told me, as I helped him to his feet and eyed his five inch boner. "But only if I get a treat afterwards" he winked, and his hand closed around my semi-erect pole.

I bit down on my lip again as Zander began jerking me off. He was certainly a peculiar young man, but my interest had been piqued. All this time, he'd been enjoying his torment in school? It made no sense. The guys had given him an awful time.

I looked down and found his hand furiously working his small rod, and I slapped it away.

"You think I'm gonna let you cum? I smirked, grabbing him by the back of the neck and squeezing. "Cumming is for men, not little sluts like you. Now get your ass up those stairs, I have a few pairs of sweaty jocks to be cleaned".

A trail of pre-cum dripped from the end of his rod as he nodded hungrily.

"If you want to be bullied, then that's exactly what's gonna happen" I sneered, and whacked his ass with my hand as we left the room.