.. it has to be clouding his usually good judgment this very instant. There's no way he would dole out a no-sex punishment. Not ever!"Bubby... think t...is through, okay? Please? You need sex just as much as I do," I plead. "I need your cock. I'm even wet for you right now. Don't you want to fuck me? Paddle me? Force your cock down my hungry throat? Don't you want to tie me to the bed and do all the nasty things you love to do to me and that I love to receive? Please, Bubby, please!" But even my. "I`ve got you now and I`m going to fuck your brains out,taste all of you and there`s nothing you can do, you say".Then you slap my cock form side to side with your gloved hand. You feel me harden even more."like that do you, you dirty fucker" you say.I groan and smile so you slap my cock more. Then you return to stroking me, your gloved hand moving up and down my shaft with more speed. You reach the tip and squeeze it a little, more pre-cum appears and you kiss the end, making a slurping noise. I'm trying so hard to keep it in because I really want everything he's got. He pulls back and sees I've made a mess of myself. I desperately use my hands to scoop the cum slipping down my chin back into my mouth. He tastes good. I swallow. "Wow. That was awesome. Thank you" I say.Peter looks at me sideways "Who told you we're done boy?" and slaps me. "No one Sir. I'm sorry" I quip"You can't leave here dirty like that. You're a fucking mess. We're gonna have to shower you off"."Um. Okay" Come. "I'll never earn more than a pittance and always be under his thumb," he told me one day. I wished that I could escape the clutches of my father as easily.I still went and helped his dad and when I was due for a week's work experience at school I phoned Mr. Weeks. He was most helpful and got me on to a site they were preparing for a new block of flats. Roy, a charge hand about 30 years old, was detailed to take charge of me and to see that I got to see and try as many aspects of their work as.