Trevor’s Transformation, chapter 3I repeated this process with Trevor three more times that afternoon. His youthful stamina – a virile young man of 19 – was incredible. In the two hours of ass fucking him with the big black dildo and jacking his thick cock, he never once went limp. He was rock hard the entire time, and the puddle of cum on the floor in front of him was more than I’d ever seen from a sub. After his fifth and last orgasm, his weakest, which took nearly a half hour to achieve, his reddened cock finally went limp, and his now hairless ball sack hung low. His legs were getting weak and his boxers, still stuck in his mouth, were soaked and dripping with his saliva.His boxers weren’t the only ones that were soaked. My black briefs were practically drenched with pre-cum. I was pretty much hard throughout the event, and my cock and swollen balls needed relief. I desperately wanted to fuck him, but knew I’d have to wait. As much as I wanted to punish him, he’d have enough to think about for now.“Okay, punk. We’re even now. You have received your punishment for what you’ve done to my yard.” I reached up to his mouth and removed the soaked boxers from his mouth. I expected a profanity laced tirade to ensue, but instead he weakly responded with “Thank you, sir. I am sorry for what I’ve done, sir.” Thank you for my punishment sir.” He seemed to be genuine in saying this, although with what little I knew about this punk, his cocky demeanor would surely return. malatya escort I took the cuffs off his wrists, and he quietly pulled his cargo pants up to his waist without cleaning himself. He was acting like a whipped puppy, and no words were spoken between us as I walked him up from the basement and let him out the garage door. “Don’t forget, we have to finish the landscape project at the job site tomorrow, I expect you to be here at 7 am sharp.” He nodded in agreement, not saying a word as he walked away. My fear was that he would not show up in the morning, and I also now began to fear that he’d tell his mother what happened. Time would soon tell. As I went downstairs to clean up the puddle of cum he’d shot on the basement floor, the events that transpired were played back in my mind. Now rock hard, I had to unload my pent up sexual energy. Seeing the puddle of cum on the floor, and Trevor’s ripped and saliva soaked boxers laying on the floor provided the stimulation I needed, and within seconds of pulling out my 8” cock, I shot my own huge load on the floor in one of the biggest orgasms I’d had in a while. The following morning I woke up at 6 am, my cock hard as usual. I wanted to jerk off again, but something told me to wait, and save this load for later. After showering and eating breakfast, I walked out to the truck at about 6:45 to wait for Trevor. I really did not think he’d show, but 5 minutes later I heard the front door of his house open, escort malatya and sure enough, out he came with his lunch bucket, and a bottle of Coke.“Good morning, sir” he muttered as he walked up behind me. “I’m ready for another day of work.” Thoughts were racing through my mind as to how I should deal with him, so I basically treated him like I did prior to going to the basement last night. “Good morning, Trevor. How are you this morning” I replied. “Okay” was all he replied. The rest of the day at the jobsite pretty much was the same. During lunch, he said very little. He did work hard, and really impressed me as to how different his attitude was. I did ask him about his girlfriend and if they had gotten together last night and he just replied that no, they did not. She wasn’t very happy with him breaking his date with her, but he just told her he was too tired and sore from working. It wasn’t until the working day was over and we were on our way home from the building supply store when he started talking. “So, that stuff you have in your basement, the punishment stuff, how long have you, you know, been into it? I went on to explain to him I had just recently gotten in to it. However, there was more to the story than I was willing to tell just yet. The less info the better right now. But I did have to ask him what he thought about it. “I, I’m kind of confused about it. I mean, I like girls and love fucking girls and all, but what happened last malatya escort bayan night, was like…” His voice trailed off and I knew that being a horny 19-year-old at the prime of his sexual life was forcing him to think about the extreme pleasure he experienced, which overruled the pain and the idea of being a sub. I had to ask him if he’d been with a guy before. Taking a deep breath, he confessed that he had, a couple of times. “The first time it was with a friend, five or six years ago. We just messed around sucking each other.” He went on. “Then last year when I got arrested for drinking at the park, I spent two nights in jail, and I got ****d by three black guys. It scared the fuck out of me, but at the same time it messed me up because while they were taking turns fucking me and making me suck them, I came two times without touching myself. It pissed me off and made me think about it, but I just put it out of my mind.” As I looked over at him, he was scratching and adjusting his crotch, more than likely his now shaved crotch was itching, and the talk about what happened had made him hard again. “I’m fucking horny 24-7, and have woken up in the middle of the night after having a fucking wet dream where those black dudes are working me over again. Fuck man, I don’t want to be a goddamn faggot. I’m just glad we could work something out for what I did; I don’t want to go back to jail again.” My thoughts wandered as to what my next steps would be with him. Yeah, I wanted him as my sub BAD. I wanted him bad – to have him every which way possible. But some sort of fatherly instinct wanted me to help keep him from fucking up again, and help him get his life on track. I’d have to think about the next move.