Xander opens his mouth, and for the third time in less than 24 hours, he is sucking the Master's dick. And this time, he's actually starting to crave it. And there's no argument taking place in his mind. It's been ambushed by the scent of the man's crotch, that musky, masculine, testosterone driven scent that submissive people just can't resist. Even people that never knew they were submissive can't resist it. And the Master's dominance over Xander is waking up his submissive side.
“That's good Xandie,” Jonathan says, using the name he heard Joshua use earlier in the day, “Suck His cock nice and slow for now. Just lick it, good boy. Now, pull it out, look up at Him and lick the head, run your tongue over the slit. Yea, that's it.” And Xander does as he's told, and starts to enjoy hearing the moans from the Master, His deep voice is making the boy try harder to please the man.
“Yea, lick that shaft and look at that sexy man. See how He’s got His head thrown back and hear His moans? You're doing good cute boy. He's loving this.”
The Master looks down at the boy as he stares up at him, and He smiles and says,”You're so beautiful Xander.”
And Xander blushes as Jonathan says, “Now take it in your mouth boy, and go to the back of your throat.’
He does just that and starts choking some, and starts feeling ashamed, but Jonathan quickly says, “It's ok Xandie. Just keep going, nice and steady. It's a big dick boy, and you need to open your throat up for it.”
Xander bobs on it a couple more times, then asks, “How?”
“Just act like you're swallowing some food Xandie, that'll open it, and push it in slowly at the same time. And try to relax yourself more. Tight muscles make it harder.”
And Xander says okay , or mumbles it as he starts going back down, and tries, and goes a little deeper, gagging and choking some then slides his mouth off it, spittle all over it and his lips, “It's soo big, I don't know if I….”
“Yes you can beautiful Xandie, you can, try again.” Jonathan says as he places his hand on the boy's head, and the other on the base of the Master's cock. And Xander knows he's going to take it this time as he plunges back down it. Jonathan holds the shaft and pushes down on Xander's head, then he feels the head enter his throat! Followed by Jonathan saying, as he pulls the boy's mouth off the man's thick, throbbing tool, through his coughs, “Take a deep breath now, and again!” And he feels Jonathan pushing him down, the head hitting his throat, he opens up to swallow, gagging still, he feels it go down into throat and feels a new sensation, the Master's bush tickling his nose!
“That's almost all of it Xander.” He gets pulled off. Cough, cough, gag, gag!
“Catch your breath baby, and lick it some, then, when you're ready, go down again!”
Xander does as he's told as the Master keeps looking down at the boy, moaning, and He's so turned on. Nothing is hotter than a boy learning to deep throat His thick, 9 inch cock. And Xander is doing a great job, especially for a boy that sees himself as a straight stud, not a gay person, and definitely not as a faggot. After all, a faggot is a submissive male that takes cock, straight or gay doesn't matter. And Xander is a faggot! He just isn't aware of it yet.
As Xander starts going down, Jonathan lets him go as far as he can, them forces the last inch down by pushing the boy hard and impaling him, his nose buried in the Master pubes, and holds him there for about 20 seconds, choking on the obtrusive manhood, before letting him up.
“Good boy! You did it baby. Now, deep breath, and back down, all the way boy!”
Feeling the pride at his accomplishment, Xander inhales deeply through his nose, catching more of that amazing scent, and slams himself right back down and stays there, relishing the feeling. Then he feels Jonathan holding his head as he says, “Just breath through your nose when I say boy, the Master is going to take control now.”
And suddenly, the boy is experiencing his first throat fucking of his life. And as the Master pulls out of his throat, Jonathan says, “Exhale through your mouth, then a deep breath in through your nose. Now!” He does. Exhaling as the man's dick leaves his throat, and some gagging, ok, lots of gagging and coughing, then a deep breath in through the nose along with that tantalizing scent, followed by that thick cock entering his throat. Yes, the Master thinks, it's really good to be king!
As Xander is getting his throat opened up, and learning what he'll be doing for many years to come, getting face fucked by the Master, the rest of the slaves are meeting for their lunch time. They're lucky slaves, and they've learned over the years that they're lucky by hearing the horror stories of the slaves that travel with other masters who visit their wonderful owner. Lunchtime is 30 minutes to eat, then 45 minutes in the break room. Lunch starts at 11:30, back to work at 12:45. What, you got a complaint? Keep it to yourself they'll tell any one that bitches. Don't fuck up our good thing!
Everyone is enjoying their sandwiches and fruit. Their laughing, happy, carefree. Then Joshua realizes there's two missing people, and says, “Where's Xander and the alpha?” Michael replies, “They're in his study doing a lesson in cock worship.” He laughs and the others laugh too, and start talking about their lessons in ‘cock worship’, and Joshua isn't sure that's a good idea for Xander and says so.
“Don't worry Josh,” Michael says, “when I left, your brother seemed pretty eager for his lesson, especially after watching me get throat fucked by Jonathan!”
This makes Joshua's jaw drop, and makes the other boys ask Michael if he took all 10.5 inches, he just smiled. But Joshua is still isn't convinced that his ‘straight' brother is going to enjoy ‘cock worshiping’, when Joey says, “I didn't like it at first either but, god, now I'll worship just about any cock I can!” And there's more laughing. Joshua, though, is worried. He's seen what the Master does to boys that anger him, he's scared Xander is going to get beaten to a pulp for failing the lesson.
“Fuck boy, I'm going to cum!” The Master says loudly. And Jonathan helps Xander with this too. “All the way down and hold it Xandie. Do It now!” and Xander swallows the man's dick balls deep, then feels it jerking and shooting into his throat.” Then Jonathan slowly guides him up the shaft so cum fills his mouth, and says, “Remember boy, hold it in your mouth and and show Him your appreciation when He pulls out.”
And the Master slowly pulls out, and the boy looks up, and opens his mouth, and the Master says, as He swips some cum off his dick, “You did awesome boy. Now swallow.” He then rubs the boy's head, purposely leaving a bit a cum, very noticeably, in the boy's hair.
“Now say, ‘Thank you Sir for allowing me to serve you’.” Jonathan tells the boy.
“Thank you Sir, for allowing me to serve you.”
“You're welcome.” The Master says, then pulls the boy up, and kisses him. And then Jonathan told him to get the Master's clothes and start redressing their Him. After He's redressed, they're dismissed for lunch, and the Master tells Jonathan to have His lunch brought to Him here.
The two slaves enter the slave dinning room as the others are finishing up and getting ready to go enjoy their afternoon rec time, and Joshua sees his brother and is relieved. He runs to Xander and hugs him, kissing his cheek, then exclaims, “You're breath smell like cum big bro!” And the other boys giggle.
Joey says, “Yep! There it is, the proof he deep throated the Master!”, pointing at Xander's hair. Xander looks at him, and reaches for his head, feels something sticky, pulls it away, looks, and sees cum in his hand! God damn that jerk! He thinks as he turn redder than an apple.
All of the slaves are in the rec room, and it's Xander's first time there. He's getting to meet the other boys and he's being bombarded with questions about his time with the Master, and even Joshua is asking questions, like…”how'd you get cum in your hair Xander?” And Xander, not wanting to answer such kinds of questions, is sidestepping them. Problem is, the veteran slaves know exactly what it means. It's a tradition started several years ago, by accident, when a boy had some cum in his hair after his ‘deep throat cock sucking’ lesson in the Master's study with another slave there to guide them.
After that one time, the Master decided to start putting a glop of His cum in the boy's hair before he left the study as a sign of ‘passing the tutorial’, but actually, it's to add just more humiliation for the slave being trained. And then, haha, the kitchen staff decided that the event should also be celebrated with a birthday style cake, to mark the birth of the newest ‘cock sucking slut’. So, the reason dinner is early tonight, and everyone's dining together, is simply because they all can cheer and welcome the newest deep throat artist in the family. Not to mention, the Master just loved the extra bit of humiliation the little celebration added. Being a twisted sadist has its perks! So, when Ryan, a 30 y/o, chubby guy with very thin hair, brown eyes, and the same height as the Master, asked Xander what his favorite food was, Xander simply said, “Tacos. Why?”
“Just asking. I always ask guys their favorite food, so I know what to cook on their birthdays.” He replies with a smirk. Yea. Birthday. The other boys snickered, they got it. So, the experienced slaves knew it was tacos tonight, yay!, and cake with ice cream, get it? Ice…cream?, for dessert. And poor Xander had another round of embarrassment being served. Then of course, there's a little surprise for him from the Master too. Poor Xander, he can't imagine how things can get worse, and if he could, the next thing is completely unimaginable.
Then, on top of everything else, he learns that he was really stupid last night after being a jackass about his brother and Tommy, and could have avoided that damn spanking! Not only did the Master let them sleep together, he let Tommy go cage free for the night! Damn Him for making me look like a stupid jerk!! Ugh. I hate that man, he thinks. And fuck! Why is my dick trying to get hard. If he knew anything about being a faggot, he'd know why his dick was getting hard. For a faggot, humiliation is foreplay.
After lunch, three slaves enter the Master's study. He looks up, seeing the boys. And tells Xander to take his dirty dishes to the sink, and hurry up. There's things to do. Sure is, Xander thinks, I have some shit to get off my chest butthead! Xander is thinking. So, he complies. As he leaves, he hears, “We have a lot to do Jonathan.” That's all he hears before he gets out of hearing distance.
When he returns from the kitchen area, the door to the study is closed, and Michael is standing there waiting for him. “Well buddy, you're going to learn about being a 1st floor boy. I'm going to start running you through the routine of cleaning things up around here, where stuff is located, and such.”
“What? I already cleaned His study! Now I gotta clean some more? What the fuck!” Xander says. “He really thinks we're slaves, doesn't he?”
“And you don't think so boy?”
“No! I'm not a slave!”
“I know you don't want to hear it, but I'm going to give you some of my experience and knowledge. One. Yes. You, me, all of us are slaves. 2, there's not a damn thing we can do about it. He can have you beaten senseless, He can sell you and have you gone in less than a day, 3, He can even put a bullet in your head if He thinks you're a threat, not that I've seen him do it…”
Xander is turning green at the gills, feeling a bit nauseous. He stumbles into a chair, and starts crying.
“Look kid, I know you didn't ask for this, neither did. I don't know what your life was like before you got here, but mine sucked! Living on the streets, accused of rape, facing jail time, a few gangsta kind of people looking to slit my throat, yea, a real great life. Then I wake up here. And like you, I fought it. Like damn dude, I'm straight too you know, but, I also learned I'ma pathetic faggot, and needed to be owned. Now, I'm living on a tropical island, I'm warm, got food, great friends, and an amazing man that really cares about me, and trust me Xander, He really cares for youtoo. If He didn't, you'd be getting sold like those boys downstairs.”
Xander is, once again, having an internal civil war in his head. After the shit he learned last night about his dad, and his mom, he knew they, he and Joshua, had no one in the world that would look out for them. But fuck! A slave?! No!!!
Michael continues, “And I know what you did in that study after I left, and I remember my turn there. Man. That smell when breathing in His crotch, and then feeling that dick in your throat. Yea. I was ready for more after that, and so are you boy I bet.”” And, strangely, Michael would win that bet, Xander was ready for more and was looking forward to tonight in the man's bed.
“But I'm not gay”
“Me neither brother! Me neither. But, you are faggot, just like me Xander. Now, come on, work time, I don't wanna get that cane again, and neither do you!” And he grabs Xander, dragging him off to clean the areas he would be responsible for. And Xander was trying to wrap around how he can be straight and a faggot.
And Michael, when he asked him, said, “You'll learn soon enough, especially when you're on your back and getting fucked by Master!” And Xander's dick twitched again. Damn that man, he thought.
The Master was talking to Jonathan. And He was in a good mood. Xander was coming along. His next phase of mind fucking the boy was already set in His head. It'll really twist that boy, and he'll be begging to have his virginity taken and, best of all, the boy will think it's his own idea, and won't realize that he was pushed right into that thought, because he was being dominated by a master at this game. It's like chess, always 3 steps ahead of your opponent, or you lose. And what's better, most people think you're playing at something else, like badic sex and foreplay between two people, simple misdirection, it's not about the sex for the Master, its the power and control, that's His true desire. And sex is the path to that end.
“The new prey is on the plane. 9 tonight it'll be arriving. You go with the guards. Do not take Michael! And the pilot will be staying the night. Have a dinner prepared for him, and a boy to take care of him, Mathew, and bring the pilot to my study, we'll have a drink. Tomorrow, all hands will be working on getting the boys downstairs cleaned, shaved smooth, locked in chastity cages, there's about 20 downstairs of various sizes. With keys. Be sure to label each key, 1 through 10. Each boy will get labeled, 1 through 10. There's red oil based paint downstairs. Each boy gets the number painted, front an back. They'll go into the hunt unclothed, just caged, numbered, and a cheap pair of sneakers to protect their feet.”
“Yes Sir, I remember last years hunt.” Jonathan says.
“As I knew you would. However, you weren't in your current position last year Jonathan. Don't be scared to ask me if you need anything. I know you and my boys will do their jobs, have faith in you all. Our 3 new boys will participate. No reason they shouldn't. Let them see what's going on.”
“Yes Master.”
“Two nights from tonight, the prey will be my dinner guest in the formal dinning room. Each boy will wear jockys, a white t-shirt, and a black bow tie. I want 5 boys dressed in their food servant uniforms, dressed sharply. Any boy that screws up will be punished hard.”
“Understood Sir. Anything else?” Jonathan asks.
“No. You're dismissed. I'll be in my bedroom, relaxing. I'm a little worn out from this morning. Xander really drained me good.” He says laughing, and walks out the door, and heads to his room. His main reason of going to His room, especially without Xander in tow, is to start him wondering if he screwed up this morning, and if the Master, ‘his Daddy’, was angry with him. So he intends to avoid him the rest of the day, and then, during his celebration, the Master will play His next hand, and then really screw with the boy. He'll be on his knees soon, begging to give Him his young, virgin hole, submitting himself to the man's power and control! So good to be king!
The time is approaching 6:30, and the Master is in His study, having a whiskey on the rocks before dinner, as was His thing before dinner most days. He enjoyed a nice rye whiskey, but Irish was His favorite. A particular brand He could only get in Ireland. He needs to plan a trip real soon, or have His associate there send some. No one from Ireland was going to be involved in the hunt this year. But, I'll get some, He thinks. Then there's a knock at His door. Who's that? The boys know better! Then He realizes, Xander does not know, and he's spent a lot of time in here lately.
“Come in Xander.”
“How'd you know it was me Sir? You have cameras here too?”
“Watch your attitude boy! And yes, I have cameras every where. Don't forget that. Now, why are you here boy?” He demands.
“I just..just..damn. Thank you Sir for what you dod last night for Joshua. I..um.. appreciate it Master.” Fuck! That's not what I wanted to day. Why'd I say that, he wonders. Then he says to himself, because He'd beat my ass like last night. And Xander knew the man would have no problem with spanking him, he knew that from experience!
“We made a deal boy, I kept my end of it, and everyone wins, yes? Now, go get ready for dinner tonight.”
“Yes Sir.”
“By the way, just so you know for now on, you don't knock on that door, or come into this room except by my express permission. I'll forget this transgression, you didn't know. Next time, it's a paddling. You're excused! Close the door.”
And Xander is now really confused. He's thinking, you just fucked my mouth a few hours ago in here, and now, you act like nothing happened? What the fuck, you're a typical man, I swear! Wait! What the fuck did I just say? Ohh myy fucking gawd! I sound like a girl now!! I sound like a…fuck!, a faggot! And he closes the door and walks away with his brain, once again, torn asunder, conflicted. I'm a faggot! No we aren't half of his brain argues, he's just a typical asshole man, right? And the other half goes, yeah right, because men call each typical asshole all the time when feeling ignored by them dude….yep, faggot!
The Master told Jonathan to make sure Xander was seated at the other end of the table, and that Billy would be at His right hand side tonight. He intended to pay attention to Billy tonight, and not give any extra attention to Xander, except to laugh when he's embarrassed with his cake tonight. Ryan always decorates the cake with a guy choking on a dick, with cum in his hair. And, the boy's name. Beautiful humiliation. Then, add being ignored by the Master, especially, since he's expecting to be in my bed tonight, but won't be. Billy will. By tomorrow night, Xander will be ready to feel anything that gets him attention from me. More delicious sadistic pleasure and another straight faggot that'll willingly submit to being bred by me, and surrender himself to my dominance.
Dinner went well. The tacos were delicious. The boys had fun ribbing the ‘birthday boy’, and Xander was beautifully humiliated. And damn, he was cute when he blushed. Lots of the boys said that to him, which just caused more humiliation. It's apparent he wasn't used to be the center of attention. Then! Then, Ryan and his team bring out a beautiful cake, with a green eyed boy choking on a dick, with cum dripping from his hair, and mouth, and people broke out singing ‘for he's jolly good felatio fellow’, they're own play on the song, and Xander, if he could have, would have bolted and run for the next country. His humiliation was.. succinct. If you could taste it, it would be a sweet, delicious tasting morsel. He looked at the Master as the song was ending, and He was busy whispering something in Billy's ear that had Billy smiling wide and shaking his head in excitement.
After dinner, the Master told the boys to all go to the theater room, and take a seat. That He had an announcement to make, and expected every one to be on their best behavior. And He got up, with Billy in tow, and walked out the formal dinning room, and at this point, Xander was beside himself, wondering what he did wrong. He couldn't be that angry for me coming to His study, could He?
Thirty minutes later, about 8:15, everyone is sitting in the theater room. This is a room on the basement floor, above the 3 subfloors. This floor has several rooms. It was where Jonathan's room was located, the dungeon, locked as usual. No one went in there unless taken into it by the Master, much like His study. The theater room was another kindness of the Master. He would get digital copies of new movies, and a few times a month, the slaves got a movie night, complete with popcorn, sodas, hot dogs, and some candies. They loved it. It was also a great punishment. No movie for you slave! Another way to control the slaves, and keep them happy. Happy slaves were always very ready to service the Master, even if that meant feeding His rare mood to get extremely sadistic in the dungeon. It isn't often, but, when it happened, 3 or 4 boys in a day or two really got worked over hard. No sex, just serious impact play, impaling, being hung and left for hours. And other fun activities. Well fun for Him, maybe not so much for others.
The Master entered the room with Billy following him. He told Billy to sit down, then stood in front of every one.
“I need to inform you all about Jason. He's not returning. He was taken off life support.” The boys all reacted, except the 3 new boys that didn't him. “Quiet now!” The Master said sternly. “As you've all heard, I've been asked to provide some people, 4 to be exact. Three haven't been decided yet,” He disliked being dishonest, however sometimes, it had its uses, like not wanting 3 people knowing exactly who they were yet, because 2 of them would really just start thinking they didn't have to do anything anymore, and that would create other issues, “However, the former alpha is the 4th. He's being sent to a horrible, dirty pump and dump style brothel where he'll spend the next 10 years of his life paying for his crime against Jason. In this brothel, they chain the whore to a bed, make them shit in a bucket, feed them slop once a day, drug them constantly, and they're used 18 to 20 hours a day. Believe me, he'll pay for his actions.”
There were cheers all around about that. Xander, though, was really lost in his head now thinking he was going to be sold too. Tears were running down his face. What did I do to make Him hate me so much?!
The Master continued with His remarks, “As for the other 3, just to keep you fags settled down, are going to a very exclusive, expensive, high end brothel with good food, nice rooms, no chains, no drugs, some booze allowance, and even a couple weekly shopping trips for their working boys. Believe me when I say, the 3 boys going there will be very happy, well taken care of, and will get lots of sex with all kinds of men, even possibly women.”
There was a few eewws with that last part, and laughs.
“Ok, that's it. Hope you boys weren't expecting a movie,” He smiles, “Have a good evening in the rec room fags.” And He starts heading out, Billy in tow, and Xander was freaking out and didn't know what to do
The time is now 9 pm. The Master is in His study, enjoying another whiskey on the rocks, with Billy, and Mathew, kneeling heads bowed, like the good, properly trained slaves they are, waiting patiently for whatever they're called to do. Billy knew why he was there. He was going to get a dick down by the Master. Yes! Woo hoo! He was excited, and its been 2 months since getting used by the man. Grrr! Mathew, on the other hand, had no idea. And like a faggot, he was thinking thoughts that had him going to crazy places like Xander was going to in his head. Mathew was there to serve the pilot, a black Bahamian man with a 12 inch cock, and Mathew relished black him. That was one of the reasons He was going to be sold. The high end brothel had several black clients, and Mathew would fit in well and be a very happy whore for sure.
About 9:20 pm, Jonathan walks in with Master George, as he was called by the Master's slaves, and the two men greeted each other. The Master gave George a drink, and excused Himself for a moment, and turned to Jonathan, and Jonathan immediately gave him a report.
“The beach bum boy is downstairs in a separate cage for now. He's still sleeping, but being watched by a guard. He's doing fine Sir. And will, by tomorrow evening, be as ready as the other 9 for the hunt on Sunday Sir. “
“Excellent. Good night Jonathan, you're excused for the evening. Enoy your slut for the night, night 2 boy, and make sure Xander is comfortable for the night. He looked slightly upset after dinner.”
“Yes Sir, good night Sir, and to you Master George.” He turns and leaves.
The two men talk some more. The Master handed George a small bundle of cash in a paper bag, all taped up, and thanked him again for his services. Then, “Mathew!”
And Mathew comes running, and kneels next to his Master, looks down and waits. He doesn't have to wait for long before he hears what he hoped, “George, my boy Mathew is yours for the night. He's quite experienced, as you well know. Enjoy him my friend.”
George smiles, because he does know, and says, “He's a favorite of mine when I visit Keith, I look forward to tonight and his company.”
Jonathan enters the rec room, and Michael is hugging a tearful Xander. Now what, Jonathan wonders as he walks over.
“Problem guys?” He asks them.
“He's flipping out boss, you know, faggot meltdown and all.” Micheal says.
“I'm not a faggot!” Xander says.
“We're all faggots here boy, “ Jonathan says, “And with how well you took the man's cock today boy, you're going to be an amazingly talented faggot. So what's wrong Xander?”
“He hates me!” The boy yells.
“What? Why are you saying that?”
“Because He's going to sell me, He's ignoring me…I didn't do a good job today.. I was supposed to be with Him tonight, but no, not me, instead He wants Billy!”
“Told you boss, faggot meltdown.” Michael says laughing. Xander glares at him, “Its not funny! He's going to take my brother away from me!”
At this point, Joshua comes over, and says,”Take me away?”
Now Jonathan is frustrated. He's not sure what game the Master is playing, but he's not going to run to Him to solve this. So. Okay then. Here goes nothing….
He leans down and takes the boy's hands, and says, in a nice big brotherly tone, “Xander. He's not selling you. He knows you need a break from your training, that's all, so He's giving you one. Just that simple. Besides, tonight's your party night boy. Dinner, the cake, that's all for you for taking His cock in your throat mister. And I know its gotta be a little sore from that stretch job. Yesterday you've never touched a dick but yours, and today, you took a thick ass man sized cock down your throat, got face fucked, and had cum shot down your throat like the best of us faggots! Stop you're whining mister. In another couple days, that man is going to nailing your throat like a carpenter nails boards together. You got that my beautiful faggot?”
Xander looks at him, looks down, says, “I guess, but I'm not a faggot!” And he giggles. Then, of all people, Joshua says the one thing that blows his brothers mind, “Ummm.. yeah, I think you're a faggot Xandie, you sound like I did when I was crying over Tommy a couple weeks ago when I thought he had ghosted me!” And he stands there, smiling, not laughing, just smiling. Xander looks at him, blinking, like a deer frozen in headlights, then Joshua kisses his brother on his cheek, then runs back to Tommy and his new friends playing games. And Xander thinks, fuck me! He's right. I..i.. can't be in love can I? And all of sudden his penis really feels uncomfortable!
Master George, led by Mathew, enters a very nice, comfortable suite that he's used on several occasions. Mathew also carried up George's overnight back, and his dinner tray, a few ice cold beers, a slice of the delicious cake for Xander's celebration, and sat, kneeling on his knees as the man ate his dinner, drank some beer, then brushed his amazingly white teeth. The 6’7”, lean, muscular, practically no fat on his body, 34 y/o Alpha Black male went to the balcony, kicked back with no clothes on, called his bitch for the night to join him, lit a fat ass joint, and gave Mathew a few hits before saying, “Suck my dick you white ass faggot bitch, and I better not feel a damn thing except your lips, tongue, and throat. I feel one tooth and I'll beat your hard!”
And Mathew, another excellent cock sucking whore, went right to work on the man's 12 inch, 3 and half inch thick ebony rod, and instantly started licking his head and pulling back the foreskin and finding some dick cheese, dried piss and cum building up for a few days, for a nice treat.
Mathew lick, sucked, slurped, and bobbed on the man's shaft while he smoked his joint and drank his second beer. And he enjoyed slapping the boy's face, with both his his hands and his dick, callingg him a pathetic cock whore, a small dicked worthlessness faggot, and told the boy he was only good for being dominated by truly superior black men like him. Funny, Mathew agreed with him. Then, the man grabbed the slave by his hair, and dragged the 23 y/o, 3.5 inch dick, 125 pound, 5’5”, Auburn haired cock whore to the bed, throws him on it, flipped him on his back, pulled his head to the edge, and buried every inch into the boy's mouth and throat and started going to pound town and was riding the boy's face to his first load of the night. George was well versed at using bitches like Mathew and knew how to let him get just enough oxygen to keep him from passing out. Oxygen deprived a little, sure, but no harm or foul play, and it just fed Mathew’s extremely submissive nature, and he just laid there, mouth held open and took the face fuck like a champ.
About 20 minutes or so later, and George said, “here it comes bitch”, and hammered the boy harder for a minute or 3, then buried himself and unloaded both balls into the faggot. Then slipped it out, and said, “On your knees cum slut! I need to piss.”
Mathew quickly dropped to his knees, opened his mouth, and as soon as George slapped his dick in the boy's mouth, he closed it, and George wasted no time in feeding the boy his grade A, beer infused bladder juice, even obliging the boy by burying his cock into his throat so Mathew didn't have to worry about spilling any. George loved his submissive white boys! And he had another load of each coming up soon for the slave. After his last beer and another joint, so he told the faggot to stay there, on his knees, and wait until needed. Mathew obeyed without speaking. He knows George didn't want him to say a damn thing except thank you in the morning.
Jonathan is relieved, Xander seems better. He's having fun, seems to be fitting in better. He's okay now with the whole ‘cock slut birthday’, and he's actually looking forward to his brother's turn, and even better, Tommy's. That's going to awesome, knowing the cheating jerk, that had his brother in tears, is going to choke on that big ass cock too! I wonder if I can convince Master to be extra rough, lol, he says to himself. But, all things must come to an end. It's almost 11 pm again, and Jonathan tells the boys it's bedtime in 15. They all whine as usual, but move quickly. The Master refused to let him rearrange beds so the 3 new boys could be in the same room. He told them he tried, they understood, especially Xander, who quietly told Joshua and Tommy that man can be quite the ass at times, so, best accept things for now. And off to bed they went. Of the 3, Xander had the worse night, he kept dreaming of being in the man's bed, and getting fucked. He had a wet dream that night. More humiliation!
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Mathew, one of the slaves leaving in a few nights, was on his belly, legs spread with 12 inches so far inside him, he swore he could almost feel it hitting the back end of his throat. George was in rare form tonight. He was pounding his white whore and smacking his white ass with vigor, and the blows definitely promised the boy that sitting down tomorrow will not be an option apparently. His cheeks were burning, his legs were flailing at his knees. And that no speak thing, it went out the window when the dick went into the whore. He was screaming and shouting, and making incoherent noises that sounded like he was speaking in tongues. George would pull 11 and three quarter inches of that dick out then power drive it back in, and damn, that's 12 inches of hard cock pounding him. He was starting to think he might never walk again! And George just kept going, and long dicking his pathetic, worthless whore like the world was ending incredibly soon and he wanted to get one last fuck in before the end came. And speaking of things that came, a lot of ball juice came dribbling out of Mathew. His body was shaking so much you could mix a can of paint on him.
“Fuck,! I'm going to cum inside your white trash cunt faggot! You want my black cum inside you bitch? You want my baby batter, you pathetic slut?”
“God yes Sir! Please give me that superior cum that I'm not worthy of Sir. Please! I beg you Sir.” The slave said, knowing what George liked to hear from a bitch like him. Then bang! He starts shooting massive ropes of cum into the boy's hole, deep inside the boy as he pants, and his cock spasms inside the hole and long ass fuck tube of the boy. And as he pulls out, he slams a large butt plug into the boy, making Mathew scream loud, and says, “You leave that in your ass until I leave this place, faggot! And get over here and clean my dick slave boy!”
Mathew jumps down and takes the cock and deep throats it, cleaning and milking it, the he feels George pissing again, and swallows another bladder of piss. Mathew is a content slut tonight. Then George throws him a pillow, and says, “A bitch like you sleeps on the floor faggot.” Then George turns off the light and crashes. Mathew, grabbing a sheet from under the bed, for such circumstances, covers up, and falls asleep on the floor and has beautiful dreams of hot men, cum, and piss.
