God, he was a cad! Louis almost felt ashamed of himself for enjoying the spectacle of this beautiful innocent young man giving in to his desires, secret desires so deeply buried inside him that he himself was not clearly aware of them. He gave the fat red head of Dave's _c_o_c_k_ another little squeeze and then in a pose of meanness pulled it down so it pointed straight to the floor and let it go, causing it to SMACK! again on Dave's firm belly and then bob up and down in the air. He saw a droplet of moisture at Dave's slit. Delight!
But for now - meanness was called for - or at least the pretense of meanness. Louis suspected it would not be hard to fool Dave into believing in it - fro the time being.
He stood up - pressing Dave's handsomely mounded chest with a finger - forcing him to take a step back. "You want some MORE, huh? Isn't that too bad! You THINK you will like what you're going to get! But what if it hurts? What if poor little Davie wants big Louis to stop? Will he? NOOOO!"
His finger prods on Dave's chest, hitting the same sweetly fleshy spot just to the inner side of one of the stiff nipples, raised some color there.
"Get up on the bed, Davie! On your hands and knees! And spread your legs as far apart as you can!"
Looking truly afraid, Dave Scoggins scurried onto the bed. Louis watched with amusement as the shapely reddened ass moved toward the center of the bed, with the cute ball sack dangling and swinging between his legs.
He held the poor guy in suspense for a few seconds and then Louis began a slow, agonizingly slow striptease.
"You watch me, Davie boy? You hear? I want you to see what a real man looks like!"
Dave said "yes" in a low voice turning wide open eyes toward Louis.
"Yes SIR! to you!" Louis commanded.
"Yes, SIR!" repeated Dave.
Now that he had Dave's attention on HIS body for a change, Louis really enjoyed himself. Standing there in dress shirt and tie, light tan suit pants, and socks - missing only his shoes - he posed for his friend. Shoulders back - pelvis thrust forward emphasizing his big hard _c_o_c_k_. Then he turned, rotated his ass in a slow shimmy and then bent, hands on knees. Dave could see the lines of a pair of briefs inside Louis' trousers.
He turned back to face Dave - unbuckling his belt as he turned. Slowly he slid it out. He doubled it up in his fist, smacking it firmly into the palm of his hand as he looked up and down Dave's sweet succulent body. Then he carefully laid the belt on the bed. Next off with his tie.
Can taking off a tie be made into a _s_e_x_ual act? It was in this case! The slow movement of the cloth through the knot suggested all too clearly flesh moving through knotted muscle. Once it was off, Louis dropped the tie on the floor behind him.
Starting from the top he unbuttoned the dress shirt. After undoing the third button, he slid a hand in and rubbed his nipple. Ah this was good, this felt good! Then he continued unbuttoning finally shrugging his arms out of the shirt and tossing it aside. This left a t-shirt on his torso, which he didn't remove yet.
Unfastening his trousers, Louis moved closer to the bed. Unbuttoned and unzipped - he moved his hands - both hands, down inside his pants, grasping and stroking his big _c_o_c_k_. Then he turned his back to Dave and lowered the pants slowly down off his ass. Once they had cleared his tight muscular butt curves, he bent pushing his ass up and back. It was nearly in Dave's face.
Then Louis bent and took the trousers off. These he was more careful with, folding them and laying them on the bedside table.
Turning back to face Dave, wearing his t-shirt and white briefs, Louis said "Come here, bad puppy! Come to daddy's bone!"
Dave moved over to the side of the bed facing Louis, who was running his hand over the front of his briefs, making the delectable package irresistible. His fattened _c_o_c_k_ roled side to side under his hand.
Then he leaned his thighs against the edge of the bed so that he could thrust his crotch further forward. "Lick it, doggy!" he commanded.
Dave looked shocked for an instant. Louis grabbed the belt and smacked his hand with it again. "LICK IT!"
Dave anxiously leaned forward and covered the front of Louis' briefs with his tongue again and again, stroking artfully up the side and pressing the _c_o_c_k_ head. "You sure you've never done THAT before, bad doggie?" Louis asked.
Dave said, "No sir!"
That was the anticipated response. Louis grabbed the belt and spun Dave's body so that it was parallel to bed bringing the belt down hard on Dave's projecting ass. "Owwwwww!" wailed Dave, disinhibited both by the liquor he'd had and the real pain created by the belt on his butt.
"Talk DOGGIE, bad boy!" Louis commanded, raising the belt into the air.
Dave barked. For this, Louis tousled his hair, saying "That's better! Good boy! Now back to your licking!"
Louis really could have just let go and shot his wad at this point. As he felt the inevitable nearing he backed away slightly.
Slipping both palms under the t-shirt he edged it up off his washboard stomach and over his head. "Doggie want to smell?" he asked. Dave barked again. So Louis held the t-shirt under his nose. Hopefully there was SOME degree of pungency to it. In any case, a quick look assured him that whatever the smell, Dave was enjoying himself or at least his _c_o_c_k_ was!
(ALL YOU BAD DOGGIES