"Oh, the very first piece of candy I've ever tasted, and I must say it has an exceptional flavor" Darren concluded. But then, Frankie did something else that pissed him off. "What do I have to do to make you understand the position you're in?" he sighed, pushing the man away. "It looks like I''ll have to develop a suitable training program for such a resilient man as yourself. Now I'll have to punish you once again, for ruining the moment" he added, while squeezing Frankie's testes. He only applied just enough pressure, to remind him who was in charge.

"Now, I can keep on doing this until nightfall, or until my shift ends, but that would really tick me off, cause I got you in here to take advantage of you, not to handle your insubordination issues, so I'm going to make it really simple. Are you going to behave or not? Just nod your head, don't try to speak, cause I'l punish you again."

Frankie breathed in sharply as his balls were squeezed and he took the hint: he needed to behave or this would become a less enjoyable experience. He stabilised himself against the changing room wall as his foot slipped somewhat and nodded to the man sat below his stood-up frame, somewhat eager to experience Darren using his body further.

"Good, very good" Darren chuckled, quite pleased with Frankie's response. "Nothing like some good old fashion Pavlovian training to handle disciplinary problems in a satisfactory manner. Now we can finally get down to business. I know you're just as eager as I am to get this party started."

He released the man's beautiful testes from his palm, moving over to the star attraction, namely, his erect dong. It was amongst the most beautiful penises he'd ever seen. It was actually the very first one he'd gotten to see, touch, taste, and feel. It was a remarkable experience for him.

"You'd better be fantasizing about me doing all sorts of dirty, unmentionable things to you, cause I want your wand to be at its full capacity and working potential. Didn't go through all this trouble to get something less than perfect. Another thing, you only cum when I tell you to. You either hold it, when instructed to do so, or let it go, when asked, or you'll be punished. Furthermore, if you happen to be a heavy smoker or drinker, and your milk tastes bad, you are majorly screwed. Is everything clear?"

He sighed in relief as Darren's grip on his balls loosened and breathed outwards in contentment as his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, his eyes rolling back is Darren's hand pumped gently back and forth. He listened intently to Darren's terms and conditions and became wary when he learned he would have to control his orgasm. How could he control it? The best he could do was impede it, but when it came to crunch time, he wouldn't be able to stop himself and if he didn't have Darren's permission, he'd be punished - again.

He did, however, take comfort in knowing that he didn't smoke - or drink to excess; he was a health-conscious guy and refused to smoke or get drunk. Atleast when crunch time did come, Darren would be happy with the load he receive, Frankie figured. He nodded down to Darren, eager to move forward, enjoying this a bit more than he should.

"Excellent. I do hope you manage to live up to my rather high expectations." Darren followed, leisurely grinding his enormous and enticing package. "You look so helpless right now, forcibly reduced to silence, and utterly powerless to prevent me from doing whatever I desire to your body."

Yes, his firm, harmonious and deliciously well developed body, was now his to do whatever he saw fit to it. "I've seized control over your most vulnerable parts, and I'll use them to chain you, bind you to my will forever." He stopped grinding Frankie's genitals. That much punishment was enough. The guy had obviously gotten the message, having surrendered his body to Darren. "I've only ever dreamt of this, of having someone to dominate in this fashion, but now that I've found the perfect male specimen, the time has come to turn fantasy into reality, don't you agree, dog?"

He didn’t bother to see Frankie’s response. What was the point of it?. He figured the man would agree to all his statements, seeing how he had no other choice. Things were really starting to become dangerous, because, from what they could hear, it would appear that more and more people were coming into the shop, and roaming around, in search of quality merchandise. "Looks like the dam burst, cause customers just keep flowing in like crazy, however that won't deter me from my objectives. I will drink you dry today, no matter what it takes. Of course, I could take you to my apartment and f*** you up all day long, but I prefer to do it here, amongst all these people. That way, I can be sure you won't try to pull anything. Should you attempt to do so, I'll make sure to render you impotent the instant you do something you shouldn't be doing.”

Darren closed his mouth, moving his lips, along Frankie’s penis, kssing, and gently gnawing on that tasty morsel. The skin on his genitals was so smooth, yet firm, and it had a slightly darker tone, than the rest of his body, which meant he’d used his big boy before. Darren felt extemely jealous of the person or persons who’d gotten to Frankie’s manhood, before him. He moved his lips even further, reaching the man’s testes. The wonderful texture of his scrotum, the sight of those big and heavy balls, packed full with the most important part of his milk, managed to get him all worked up. He figured it must have been quite a long time since Frankie last emptied his milk tank, as his testes looked like they were ready to burst, any moment now. The young store clerk lifted the guy’s penis, making sure to give him a clear view of how his genitals were being handled.

Then, he began kissing, and caressing his love sack, using his tongue now and then, to get it all nice and wet. After a few rounds of that, he proceded to taking each testicle in his mouth, passionately sucking on it, and eventually, he took them both in, at the same time, lubricating them with his tongue, and softly chewing on them with his teeth. He only applied an infinitessimal amount of pressure, so as not to harm his slave. It was just another statement, meant to show Frankie how serious he was about everything he’d told him. Darren was pretty sure the man wouldn’t dare to call his bluff, because they both knew he was crazy enough to go through with it.

After having looked Frankie in the eyes just enough to prove his point, he released the guy’s balls, and wrapped his fingers around his magic stick, slowly jacking him off. “I’m sure you’re quite eager to be rubbed off very fast so you can cum, and get it over with, but, unfortunately, this isn’t going to end after just one round” Darren informed him, moving his hand at an even slower pace, to spite Frankie. “I don’t have to remind you what will happen, if you refuse to comply. Besides, it would be a shame to grind such a beautiful tool to pieces. You and I both know you want to keep using this baby.

Darren jerked his head forward, opening his mouth, to encompass the tip of Frankie’s penis. After pulling don his foreskin, to reveal the center piece of that hard candy, the young man generously treated it to a few rounds of licking, and sucking, hoping to get some juices flowing out of Frankie. He really felt like he could use a taste of the guy’s precum. It wouldn’t be a long wait, if the expression on Frankie’s face was any indication. “Mmm, you like it. What man wouldn’t dream of having his penis treated wth such loving attentiveness? But I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for that part a little bit longer. You see, I’ve decided to raise the stake. I’m going to give you a test run to see how much you can last, and to check the quality of your seminal fluids. If they are to my liking, you’ve passed, but if not, well, let’s just say you won’t like it at all.”

Frankie looked down to Darren as he worked his cock slowly up and down with a tight fist with an air of longing in his eyes. He himself was unsure whether he was enjoying this experience, or whether he wanted Darren to hurry it along on account of the increasing volume of customers piling into the boutique. He nodded his head in regards to Darren questioning his "dog" regardless of Darren taking little notice of his face, who was more preoccupied with his hardened cock and full-up balls.

He breathed in ecstacy as Darren kissed and nibbled on his length, the underwear stuffed into his mouth suppressing a slight moan. He couldn't stand this teasing, but Darren had made his terms clear, and he wasn't going to attempt to hurry things along considering Darren's previous demonstration of his dominance over Frankie. Incidentally, it wasn't something Frankie was used to. While he was the top is most relationships, he'd never been particularly dominant, and never had a partner that expressed dominance over him. This experience was titillating thusfar, though.

Frankie lifted his suspended leg higher against the wall, granting Darren greater access to his balls. He reclined his head back as the younger man went to work wetting his testicles with his moist tongue and sighed into the underwear gag, gasping slightly in fear and slightly in excitement as Darren's teeth made contact with the delicate skin. And then Darren encompassed the head of his penis with his warm mouth, and Frankie wished the situation they were in would have prescribed Frankie a bit more power; power enough to take his hands from his head and force Darren's head all the way down his long shaft which had begun to dribble with precum. But he was not blessed with said power, and simply moaned quietly into the gag and nodded to Darren, submitting to his next move.

"Very good, you dirty dog," Darren complimented the man for having lifted his leg even higher, offering him quite the tantalizing view of his pubic area. "I simply adore a submissive alpha male. I'm betting you're always the one who leads. If it were up to me, every man like yourself would be his partner's dog, his sex toy. You'd all be kept completely bare, and have a leash around your neck, and always be ready and willing to please. Uh, just think of it, I would be able to take you everywhere in public, and drink you up, whenever I feel like it, for all the world to see, and envy me, because I've managed to get myself a splendid beast. I'm sure you would come to enjoy it, in time, seeing how I'd be fulfilling all of your secret fantasies. After all, what man wouldn't want to be used for pleasure in such a kinky way, if it meant having nothing but wild orgasms every day?"

He gasped, pleasantly surprised, as his skillful ministrations thusfar had proven to be quite efficient in extracting the man's juices. It wasn't much, only a few drops of precum, nonetheless, it was a good start, and Darren rushed to take that throbbing tip inside his mouth again, slurping on it, as though it were the most delicious thing in the entire world. "Ahh" he sighed with content, enjoying the marvelous sensation, from having swallowed Frankie's precum. "It's so sweet, such a refined, refreshing taste. I must have more of this exceptonal elixir. Since you won’t provide me with more, I’ll just have to help myself, and force it out of you" He then positioned his lips on the outside opening of Frankie's urethral canal, gently sucking on it, to extract the precum which hadn't yet surfaced. He even squeezed he entire length of the guy’s cock, from the base, to the top, to obtain more of that delicious nectar, while gazing into Frankie's beautiful eyes. “Mh, it’s just too good” Darren thought, when the man’s penis suddenly pulsed, releasing quite a generous load of precum, which he was only too happy to swallow.

“Oh, my, it looks like we’re going to have to postpone that test run” he decided in a hurry, after taking the tip out of his mouth. But more precum kept coming out, and he raced to lick it off. “You’re juice has made me hungry for more, and it seems like you’re not far from cumming, so we’re going to have to wrap things up for today. But since I liked your nectar so much, I’m willing to make a concession, and let you climax at your own pace. Just nod when you fee it coming, so I won’t be taken aback. Make sure you give me every single drop, and most importantly, I don’t want to hear so much as a peep out of you when you climax.”
After having given those instructions, Darren opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out, and began stroking Frankie’s hard meat, anxiously awaitng the grand finally. He even used his other hand, to caress the man's yummy looking testes, hoping to make him reach his orgasm as soon as possible.

"Ah, we can't use this one" someone said. It was one of the customers who'd recently invaded the store. Poor oaf, he had absolutely no idea what was gong on behind those curtains. "Let's go to the ones up front" someone else suggested. "Ok, but first, let's look over here, I think I saw a really nice pair of pants." Damn them, why wouldn't they just leave? Those were Darren's thoughts. And yet, a part of him wished they'd stay near by. That would certainly make things a lot more interesting. He was sure Frankie would do his best to swallow his cries, when climaxing, but could he bottle everything up? From that distance, even a light moan could be heard, and everything would be ruined.

Frankie was very close to the edge. His entire body was now covered in a very discrete lair of perspiration, which seemed to glow, under the neon light from up above. His tip was constantly leaking precum, and Darren had a real time swallowing it, and stroking him, and paying attention to the uninvited guests. His hand was completely drenched in precum, and he couldn't prevent it from leaking onto the floor, plus, Frankie's penis was now making all sorts of wet, squishy sounds, while being rubbed thoroughly, from all that excess natural lubricant. He had to stop, but he couldn't, not when he'd gotten so far. The dirty sounds started getting louder and louder, as more and more clear fluid emerged from Frankie's throbbing meat. It was insane! It was dangerous!

"Hey, do you hear that? What a weird sound." The man from outside said. "Like squelching sounds, and they're coming from around here. "You sure it's not you shoes, or the floor?" the woman asked. "I didn't hear it." "Yeah, probably that, or the store's janitor washing something out back. Come on, let's go."
Darren felt relieved to hear them moving away, and moved his attention to more important matters. He wanted Frankie's milk so badly, he found himself wishing the man would just cum already, and fill his mouth with his precious essence.

Dirty dog? Splendid beast?

As Darren continued to animalise Frankie, he began more and more to enjoy the prospect of being victim to Darren's sexual whims. This thought perplexed him. Used to being the domineering member of a sexual relationship, and yet suddenly so willing to surrender himself to Darren's expert hands. It didn't make much sense but Frankie was past caring as a future of being Darren's on-demand sex toy became a convincing offer, and so he resigned himself to giving in to the pleasure that was taking over his body.

At that very moment, stood with his legs spread wide with Darren knelt between them rapidly pumping his manhood, all that was on Frankie's mind was giving his captor the juices of which he so fervently wanted. He wanted to look down at Darren's devilish face as he suckled the milk from his warm cock and yearned to hear Darren talk of - in manipulative, domineering tones - Frankie's willingness in his sexy game. There was also some hint of wanting someone to walk in on them just as he climaxed and fed Darren his ropey cum, so as to bear witness to Frankie swearing some sort of fealty to Darren, giving his body to him for whenever he wanted it.

Most of all, though, Frankie wanted more than anything to have Darren praise his delicious, thick juices to give himself a sense of doing a good job for his master despite his prior protest. How could he have tried to resist the amazing sensations surging around his body?

Frankie's breathing soon became sporadic and his teeth clenched down on the musky underwear in his mouth and he nodded at Darren as per his request, his eyes narrowing needily as he looked into Darren's eyes who was waiting intently for Frankie's climax. Frankie breathed heavily into the underwear as his abs clenched and tightened and his long-awaited orgasm erupted from the tip of his penis.

(Um, I'm sorry, I thought dirty talk would be a turn on, but I can stop if it bothers you.)

And it came, the long awaited stream of man milk he'd been so eager to savor! Sudden and unexpected, almost like out of a violent volcano eruption, the river of hot cum traversed the short distance between Frankie's penis and Darren's open mouth, and ended up sliding down his throat, as he began making these shameful sounds, with each load he gulped down.

If the taste of that guy’s precum had pleased him, the irresistible falvor of his cum nearly set his taste buds on fire. It was sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted before, and it kept coming in waves, filling up his mouth, faster than he could swallow it.

Furthermore, besides the wonderful meal he’d been treated to, Darren also got the oportunity to watch Frankie as he lost control, finally surrenderring to his insatiable and demanding apetite, and providing him with what he desperately needed. His essence, his hot thick man milk. Ah, that lovely expression of his, with all his facial muscles twitching in extasy, and those white teeth, buried deep inside his soggy undies, as he let out cries after cries of pleasure. And then, his well defined abdominal muscles, tghtening, becoming hard as a rock, as he continuously pumped his semen inside Darren’s mouth. He wished that moment would never and, and Frankie would fill him up good…