Jamal has Larry on the floor, his dick buried in the boy's ass, fucking him. He's grabbing the boy's pathetically small joke of a penis. He's never seen such a small nubbie on a male before
Larry's penis is barely 3 inches, if that long. It's thin, with very small, tight balls. Not a single sign of a mature body, no muscles are visible. He's naturally hairless. Peach fuz in his pits, not even real hairs. Some men appreciated Larry's appeance. He learned quickly that some men liked “age play”, pretending they're fucking a young guy. Larry definitely looked like one, and he learned to act like one.
Just after his 18th birthday, his grandmother, of all people, stumbled into his room unannounced, and saw her grandson getting nailed by a 70 yo man, Young Larry didn't expect her to come over that day. The revelation didn't go over well with his family. He ran away that night after his father said he was going to conversion therapy. The streets weren't exactly the life he was used to, coming from a upper middle class family. He quickly tried finding a man to take him in. He was willing to be house boy to earn his keep.
He wasn't deeply submissive, however, he knew how to turn it on and act the part. He was good at it. After several months of one night stands with married men that liked fucking boys on the side, he was given on offer to be “owned”, taken to a nice home, and told he’d be taken care of in exchange for becoming a proper house boy and sex slave. He quickly agreed. Ten days later, he woke up in a locked cell at the Master's estate.
He quickly realized what happened. He'd heard tales from other people on the streets, about boys and girls disappearing, being taken away as slaves. He thought they were just trying to scare him, and it worked. However, sitting on the floor in a cell, naked, he now knew it was true. He was scared beyond belief at first. However, after a few days, he relaxed and now he's a bonafide slave, once again sold, by a man to a man, like a farm animal, a commodity.
Jamal had the boy's tiny penis unlocked. He didn't see any sense in locking up such a pathetic small, worthless thing. He had it in his hand, balls and throbbing little shaft, and was crushing it extremely hard. Larry was almost screaming out, but of the 3 boys, he was the most scared of this man. Jamal always frightened him.
“You, my little whore, you will make very certain, wealthy men happy indeed. They fantasize about taboo things involving little boys. You will allow them to live out their fantasies, and you'll be popular with these men. And I will be richer.” He says as he continues crushing the boy's junk with the strength of a vise grip over tightened. He moaned some. Jamal felt some precum on his hand. Yes, this boy is a true whore, he thinks. He'll be very popular with wealthy men that have taboo desires.
He grinds the boy's penis and balls roughly, Larry moans and opens himself further for his new master's cock. Yes Jamal thinks, this boy will be worth 1000s of dollars for an evening with certain men. He'll make me tens of thousands a month. He has several years left in him too. Perhaps some female hormone injections to keep him from maturing any more in the years to come, Jamal thinks.
The Master is fucking the hell out of Xander. His ass is taking a beating from the Man's engorged penis. He feels it hitting him deep inside his body, it's the greatest pain and pleasure he's ever experienced. God, i can't believe I'm liking this, he thinks. I'm such a whore when this Man is around me. I don't understand this, why?
Well, his ass and cock tunnel know why. They're in agreement that being fucked is the best thing ever. Fucking a hole was ok, but this! This is what heaven must be like. Constant cocks impaling you.
“Ohhh fuck meeee Sir. Yessss. Please…I need you Daddy. I'm yours forever.” The straight boy in him is no longer fighting. He knows he's lost the war. This is so intense and amazingly mind blowing. If he had known sex could be this wonderful with another man, he'd have spread his legs sooner. Joshua attempted many times to convince him he should just try it. He was not going to get fucked like a faggot, he'd say. Fuck, i owe Joshie an apology, he says to himself.
Slap! Slap! More hard impacts on his overly abused ass cheeks. Once again, they're screaming, burning. Each slap is getting more intense, more painful. And each one reduces the once proud, free boy into a submissive faggot that'll do anything to avoid the punishment of having his ass turned into a object of abuse and suffering.
The fuck toy, Andrew, finally finished with his “guests” for the evening. He's exhausted. His hole aches in that wonderful way that only a bottom boy can understand. He's dripping cum from his ass, cum is on his body, in his hair. His breath reeks of it. And he's content, feeling proud of himself. 5 guys, double penetrated, throat fucked mercilessly. He can't gather the energy to even move, much less shower, so he lays there in his cum covered, wet sheets, and falls asleep, dreaming of cocks and hairy bruts needing his services. This is his life and purpose. Once again, the Master has put him exactly where he should be. God, my ass feels so used and wet, he thinks as he drifts off.
Downstairs, the house slaves are having their sex party. They're going to make good use of this gift. They're sucking each other, fucking each other, using some toys on each other. Two of the boys have a thick, 16 inch double ended dildo, scissoring their legs, intertwined together, with the thick toy in both holes, grinding their butts together and stroking their small penises. It's a sight to behold.
Joshua has taken a second load from Tommy, his young ass feels beaten up, and he's in a blissful zone inside his head, thinking this is the best place on earth. That theme park with the mouse has nothing that can beat this place. The Master's home is true definition of a “magical kingdom”.
Ryan and Luke are cuddled together on a sofa, kissing. Ryan, a submissive boy as long as he can remember, was enthralled with Luke the day he arrived. It was lust at first sight. As for Luke, he has a thing for chubby guys like Ryan. Not too fat, just pleasantly plump, and it doesn't hurt if the chubby guy has a decent cock. Ryan sported a thick 6 and half inches. Plenty for the former sailor. They've been involved emotionally since practically the day Luke arrived and willingly took the Master's collar. Luke had a couple loads of Ryan's cum inside him, with a plug keeping it from escaping.
Michael, well, he's still not happy about that medieval device on his pride and joy. Even though he shot a nice load, his balls ached. They're feeling heavy with cum, and he's so damn horny, if he could, he'd fuck a watermelon after creating a hole for that purpose.
“Fuck me! That man really knows how to fuck with me. He loves making me suffer,” Michael says to no one in particular. Jonathan just laughs. He's enjoying this turn of events. He had known Billy and Joshua were staying locked up. Michael's fate was a surprise, and no explanation was given, nor did Jonathan ask why. He knows better.
“Maybe He's still punishing you Michael,” the alpha says with giggle.
“You're enjoying this, aren't you little master?”
“You have no idea, straight boy. I think it's cute seeing you like this.” He's smiling and trying hard not to laugh more, but failing miserably. He reaches out and takes his lover's locked penis in his hand, rubbing gently, leans down, and kisses the tip.
“It's sexy my big tough straight boy. I love seeing you like this baby gurl.”
Michael moans. He looks at Jonathan, and he starts his hole throb with his heart beat, and even some butterflies in his tummy. Jonathan looks up at Michael and slowly rubs his tongue on the slit.
All of a sudden, he blurts out, “Fuck I love you Jonathan, ‘ reaching down he pulls Jonathan up by his collar, then he leans in and kisses the alpha boy. Jonathan lays his hands on each each cheek, kissing the boy of his dreams. Inside, he's giddy. Screaming and dancing, yes! He says he loves me, he thinks. This kiss is tender, yet, each boy feels hunger in the kiss from the other in the kiss. Tongues dancing, rubbing, invading each other's mouth. Both moaning, especially Jonathan.
Xander's eyes are bouncing in his head. He's stretching his toes then curling them. His ass and inside his hole where he's being hit with the head of his Master's cock. He's being hit in his g-spot too. These hits, he loves. They feel amazing, are sending signals throughout his entire body. A steady rhythm saying fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee. It's the other hits he's not enjoying so much.
SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP!
The boy releases a whimpering sound mixes with some sobbing. His ass cheeks feel destroyed. Each slap felt like a small nuclear explosion going off. He squeezes his eyes. Whimpers and softly sobs more.
“Say it again boy. What are you?”
“I'm your straight boy faggot Sir.”
The Master has been fucking Xander for close to 45 minutes. Pounding the boy's ass expertly, fast, slow, hard, gentle strokes that have already given the boy two orgasms. He's been working his ass over inside and out. Xander has totally let go. The Master can sense this. He's pleased. He's broken Tommy and Xander now. Joshua won't be as difficult, however, he still needs breaking, he thinks, and His orgasm is approaching, and He can't hold back any more.
He grabs Xander's hips, and says, “Ass up Xander, arch your back boy. Give me that hole my straight boy.”
Xander moans softly, mutters, between sobs, “Yes Daddy. Gawd fuck me Sir. It feels so good.”
The Master starts fucking him aggressively and hard. His pelvis is hitting the slave's ass, keeping it just on the edge of pain, but it's pleasant compared to the hits from His hand. Then he feels it building up, It start in his hole, and spreads out to his fingers and toes. He bites his lip, he groans. His prostrate pulses with every stroke. He's going to cum, and he knows what is expected.
“Master. I'm going to cum. Please, may I cum Sir? Ohhhh god please Sir. I need to cum Master.’
The Master smiles. He's pleased with the boy. He's also going to cum Himself. He's been building a load of epic proportions. Edging Himself as He fucked His beautiful slave boy. He starts letting loose. He's pouring the former free straight boy turned into a straight faggot slave and cock slut.
“Yes slave, you may cum. Cum with me straight boy.”
Xander moans and arches his back more. He's close to the edge, his balls are aching, on fire inside. Churning. Burning. He ready but he's trying to fight it, to hold back until his Master cum inside him. God I want that cum inside me, he thinks. Them he feels his Master's cock swell, and jerk inside him. Then the Master speeds up His rhythm, He's going to cum. He can't hold back.
“Now boy. Cum for now Alexander. Show me your devotion slave boy! Here's mine!” And His Cock swells up inside Xander, and shoots off deep inside the boy's ass.
“Cum for faggot. Now slave!” And He slaps the boy's ass hard again. Xander yells, “Ohhh god I'm cumming!” And his aching balls discharge for a third time. Again, the poor boy's is screaming. The Master leans down and kisses him on the back of hs neck, and Xander purrs, and mumbles, “Thank you Daddy. I love you…”
The Master smiles, kisses him again, and pulls out of the boy, he felches as cum comes out. Xander groans as the cock slides out. He feels empty inside. In his head, all of little voiced are one now. He's now a single entity within himself. He's Xander, the Master's straight boy faggot. And he's fallen completely head over heels in love with this man that just impregnated him like a whore.
The Master walks to the bathroom, and returns a few minutes later. Xander hasn't moved. He's still laying there, legs still joking some. The Master walk to him, and applies ointment to the boy's ass. Xander moans. His ass is dying, he just knows it. However, it starts feeling better quickly. The Master then cleans the slave's face, proceeds to his ass, wiping it down.
Xander starts to move, but the Master tells him to stay put. He gently picks the boy up, stands him, holds him steady, and gives him some water. Xander drinks greedily. The water taste like honey to him. His strength is slowly returning, and he again knows what's expected of him and begins to kneel. Yet, he's surprised when the Master says unnecessary. He tell Xander to stay put, and pulls back the bed sheets. He then digs into His nightstand. Xander hears a pill bottle, then the Master steps to him.
“Here Xander, take this. For the pain my boy.”
Xander takes the pill, and swallow it. He then looks atvthe Master, who picks him up and lays him on the bed gently, kisses his forehead, and covers him. Xander looks at the Man, bewildered by the kind acts he's receiving. The Master walks around the bed, climbs in. He lays down, and as soon as He is comfortable, He feels the boy cuddle up to Him, and pulls him into His arms. Xander snuggles in, says, “You wrecked my ass Daddy…” then falls asleep. The Master brushes some hair from his eyes, looks at the sleeping beauty, then closes His own eyes, thinking, this boy is something special. I need him.
