When I finally sent submissive Jase an e-mail inviting her to make the trip
from Portland to Seattle to visit me for a weekend, I heard nothing back
from her for a few days. Yes, dudes, I INVITED her to visit me. I didn't
order her. At this delicate stage of a girl's development, attempting to
take direct control over her choices usually backfires: terrified at
confronting what she is and surrendering her life utterly to another human
being, she will invariably pull away. In some cases, she will eventually
return to you; other times, she will be lost to you forever.
So, dudes, if you really want to get an iron lock on a promising young
girl's head, heart and body, you need to let her put one submissive foot in
front of the other. Try to force her to take two or three steps at a time,
and you will likely lose her, at least temporarily; sometimes forever. The
sweetest kind of enslavement is this kind: taking a young, inexperienced,
fearful girl like Jase and helping her to understand, and accept, what she
really is. It's one thing to enslave an experienced faggot: those sick
fuckin' whores typically can be degraded and used brutally without
objection (or at least beaten down until they cannot object to you).
Frankly, my heart (and dick) isn't much into deepening the enslavement of
whores who already know what they are. I'm not saying I don't get off on
tying up, whipping and raping experienced whores, dude. Naturally, I do.
But there is nothing sweeter than leading an inexperienced girl down the
path of her own recognition of herself as a submissive girl and then
painfully popping her eager but achingly tight cherry.
It is only the young, inexperienced girls who have the potential of
reaching the ultimate in Man-woman relations: service as a totally devoted,
submissive and obedient wife. It is the exceptional girl who has the
potential to become an obedient wife -- one whose only pleasure can come
through satisfying the demands, desires and whims of her Man. I'm speaking
here of the wife in the old-fashioned sense: a woman who is properly and
legally considered to be a mere appendage of the Man; 'chattel' -- that is,
just another piece of personal property of the Man, to used -- or disposed
of -- as he sees fit. A woman who if she fails to get pregnant despite her
Man's repeated seeding of her pussy, will gladly accept physical punishment
for her failure to serve her one true function on Earth: to give her Man a
male child, who may himself, in due course, come to dominate her as well.
Dudes, I know some of you assholes are into the whole Master-slave thing.
You know, using and abusing faggots as slaves; making faggots into debased
things that will gladly accept whatever you want to do them -- fist-fucking
them, drugging and gang-raping them, whoring them out to angry, fag-hating
construction workers, etc. I'm not judging you, dudes. To each his own.
What I'm talking about here, though, is helping submissive young girls
understand what they are and then firmly, but lovingly, guiding them into
total submission to a Real Man's needs and wants. Self-enslavement is the
most powerful type, dudes. As long as the girl perceives that control is
being imposed on her from the outside, the possibility of resistance is
always present. It may be far below the surface sometimes, but it is
always there. By contrast, a girl who is slowly, but surely, led down the
path of total surrender and self-enslavement will not know herself as
separate from her Man, her Controller and her Leader. She will have no
identity apart from his. Failing to please him will be like failing to
exist at all. Thus, although firm training and periodic no-nonsense
correction is natural and necessary for her to blossom fully as an
obedient, subservient woman, once the die is cast, she will know no meaning
apart from satisfying her Man.
To get back to the faggot at hand, I knew there was a war going on in
submissive Jase's brain. Her daily e-mails to me about how she would wear
my sweat-, piss- and cum-stained jockstrap over her nose and mouth to bring
herself to multiple climaxes each day convinced me that she had become
addicted to the smells and tastes of my amazing body. Boys, this is the
natural and inevitable result for young faggots like Jase. These sick,
twisted bastards are genetically programmed to crave the sights, smells and
tastes of Real Men. These deep, inherent cravings can be suppressed for
periods of time -- in some cases, years, even decades -- but once exposed
to the light of day, they become the controlling condition in a faggot's
life and dictate they be satisfied whatever the fuck it takes. Your skill
as a Top is in using and manipulating the girl's natural submissive
cravings to your advantage, until the satisfaction of those cravings and
your pleasure are indistinguishable in the girl's head.
Matched against the submissive faggot's strong and natural cravings to be
near Real Men are her overwhelming feelings of fear and self-hatred. This
is the balance that must be carefully managed by the new Man in her life.
It calls for subtlety and a deft hand. Having a few times in the past
tried to force a girl to move forward in her submissive unfoldment too
soon, I had learned the delicate art of leading her step by beautiful step
down the path of her own enslavement.
And so I once again gave submissive Jase the physical and emotional space I
knew she needed to move through the strongest parts of her fear of
confronting the reality of what she truly is. I knew that for the first
time since she received my rank jockstrap, her libido would be dampened by
her raw fear and anxiety. Whereas before the mere thought or memory of the
beautiful smells and tastes of my soiled athletic strap would make her
little clit stiff and leaky in her panties, she now would find herself
overwhelmed by waves of fear and self-loathing.
Dudes, are you following me fully here? Can you see and understand how
such young girls need to develop and come down their own paths? Yes, it is
natural, necessary and appropriate for the Man to lead them on the path;
but he cannot force them along. He must open the way for them; allow them
to choose to take the next step toward their own enslavement to your will.
The right moment will eventually arise to seal the deal and purposefully
crush any remaining element of independence or identification beyond your
own needs and desires. The girl must, however, realize that it is she
herself who has chosen to relinquish her weak, inferior identity in favor
of your dominant, superior will and personality. Then she truly will be
your tool to use solely as you see fit!
I checked my e-mail each morning for a message from Jase. I was not
impatient, angry or disappointed when I found no message; nor did I
consider initiating communication with her myself. Instead, each morning
after checking my e-mail, I would take a long, slow run around the high
school track, my long, thick dick constantly rockhard in my jockstrap,
leaking warm precum into the cotton pouch that tightly hugged my cock and
balls. Something about this time in a girl's development always makes me
feel exceedingly horny. I guess it is knowing that the girl is passing
through a critical stage in her development. She is tormented and torn
between her deep, natural craving to serve me and her seemingly equally
strong fears and self-loathing. Properly understood, dudes, this is a very
beautiful and erotic time. I'm not sure why Nature designed things this
way, but once you become skilled in exploiting it, there are few things
sweeter than setting up a girl to surrender in this way. To the girl, the
situation seems irresolvable -- she's on tenterhooks (yeah, assholes,
that's spelled right; Google it, shitheads). You know, however, that if
you handle her right, her craving for you will always win out over her
fears. Unbeknownst to the girl, her fears, though seemingly fixed, deep
and longstanding, are in fact merely the inventions of her feverish,
twisted subconscious. Your deft handling of her will allow her fears to
come to the surface and, with just a little time, be faced, confronted and
resolved. What is left, then, is her pure and insatiable drive to know and
live what she was born for: to serve as a passive, but eager, human
receptacle for the sexual aggression of a Real Man like you.
As I completed my Friday morning run, my athletic supporter felt really
crusty and disgusting as it pressed snuggly against my big dick and balls.
The pouch had become hardened from the combination of my sweat, precum and
leftover piss. Each morning during my runs the pouch would soften a little
from my fresh sweat and precum, only to become even harder and crustier
than before. When I pulled it off before jumping in the shower, I saw that
the fuckin' thing was actually starting to rub my hard cock a little raw
with its crustiness. As I threw the disgusting, smelly strap into my
laundry basket, I figured that would be the last time I would try to wear
it on my runs.
As the hot water of the shower poured over my powerful, muscular body, I
felt a surge of horniness flow through me, ending in my dick and balls. My
hard, thick dick was rigid and pulsing with a demand to be satisfied. I
resisted the impulse to grab it and beat out a quick load down the shower
drain, though. I knew the sexual aggression I was feeling could be
channeled effectively all day at work. I dried myself with a big towel as
I walked to my laptop. Instinctively, I checked one more time for a
message from submissive Jase. And there it was! Like I said, dudes, very
Again, timing is the key. Jase had largely worked through her own strong
fears. After being racked with fear and anxiety for days, by Thursday
night Jase found herself settled and was surprised to find her libido
powerfully reanimated. She said she felt filled with a sexual electricity
unlike anything she had known before in her young life, including during
the early, heady days of her worshipping the soiled jockstrap I had sent
her as a gift to help shape her impressionable mind. She was consumed by
an irrational lust she said she could not fully understand or control.
(Don't worry, bitch, I understand it enough for both us.)
She said her head would be hit with a sexual high whenever she thought
about me or my beautiful, filthy strap. She had been up all night smelling
and tasting the piss, sweat and precum in the strap. She worn it over her
nose and mouth, allowing her to both smell and taste me as she touched
herself over and over all night, cumming so violently that she could not
help shouting out loudly as she spurted her girl ejaculate onto her face,
neck, chest and stomach. Fortunately, her family was out for the evening
the first and second times she came and therefore they could not hear her
sharp cries of passion. Once they returned home, she stuffed her own
cum-encrusted panties into her mouth under my jockstrap to help mute her
orgasmic cries. Again and again throughout the night she pleasured herself
to my smell and tastes, until finally she feel asleep sometime in the very
early morning, exhausted and having totally drained every last drop of girl
juice from her young body.
She awoke in the morning shocked to find that her clit was still completely
stiff, seemingly locked into a perpetual state of turgidity. Her female
organ pulsed very painfully in her crotch, reddened and irritated by the
hours of self-abuse it had endured over the course of the night.
She had a powerful urge to piss, but couldn't will her girl part to soften
enough to piss. She knew girls had to piss sitting down, so she sat
nervously on the toilet seat waiting for her clit to deflate sufficiently
to relieve herself. After an impossibly long few minutes, she became
alarmed when her clit remained as stiff as ever. She thought for a moment
about trying to beat another load out of herself to try to get the fuckin'
thing down, but her girl part looked so raw and red with irritation she
didn't dare try to touch it again. Instead, she quickly rose off the
toilet seat and turned on the cold water in the shower. She couched down
on the cold shower floor like a girl needing to take a piss in the woods.
She shivered and her external ovaries jumped into her body as she knelt
under the cascading ice-cold water. In just a moment, she felt her clit
begin to soften a little. Then, making an audible sigh, she felt her hot
piss begin splashing against her leg. She knelt there for a quiet minute
or two as her bladder drained its hot contents urgently and completely onto
her leg, creating a yellow river toward the shower drain. It was such a
fucking relief to unburden herself like that.
Once she was completely drained, she again felt fully the iciness of the
shower water and quickly turned it off.
Totally drained and exhausted, she headed for her bed to collapse without
having the energy to dry herself. Before she reached her bed, however, she
found herself turning and sitting down at her computer to write me, still
dripping wet, as if responding to an unspoken command from me.
I responded to Jase that I was very proud of her and that the time had
indeed arrived for her to come and spend a weekend with me so that she
could finally learn why she had been born. I knew she was finally ready
for it. I instructed her to be available for an online chat that night at
10 p.m. to receive my instructions for preparing to visit.
At the office I was incredibly turned on all morning. By lunchtime, I
needed to get a load off to relieve a bit of my excess sexual tension, so I
quietly and firmly instructed a faggy 17-year-old intern in my office to
meet me in the building basement at noon sharp for a 'special project.'
Now I don't really care much for the faggy boys, but I wanted to get a
quick load off and needed to select the most eligible candidate for my
deposit. Danny (possibly short for 'Danielle') was a stupid asshole had
been keeping one eye on how my beautiful, muscular body filled out my
custom-made suits ever since 'he' started working in the office. Try not
to be SO obvious, faggot! I often thought to myself as I noticed out of the
corner of my eye the queer taking in a long look at me. Just for the fun
of it, every once in a while I would catch his eyes when he was trying to
sneak a peak of me unnoticed. Unlike a typical faggot (of which we've had
plenty in the office over the years) who would immediately look away when
caught gawking at me, this faggot would just stand there transfixed, frozen
in place with fear in his eyes like some fuckin' deer in the headlights.
Something about his automatic powerlessly triggered by my mere gaze brought
out the predator in me and make my cock achingly hard and needing release
inside one or more submissive holes.
Our building basement was old, large and used only for storage. People
seldom went down there. It had a foul-smelling three-urinal, two-stall
restroom in one corner of the floor that no one ever used. It made for a
convenient, private place for me to occasionally unload into an office
The eager shithead arrived five minutes early with a very nervous look on
his face. Quickly sizing him up, I tersely instructed him, 'Into the
restroom!' The faggot nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of my
firm, deep voice, but I noticed with satisfaction that he didn't hesitate
before heading straight (or, in his case, not-so-straight) toward the
'Get into the stall,' I ordered him, pointing to the second stall, which
was the larger of the two. Following him inside, I turned him around to
face the back wall and quickly yanked open his pants and pulled them and
his faggy briefs down to his ankles. My head (and dick) was filled with
lust right now and I didn't want to waste any time on preliminaries. I
just needed to get a quick load out to take the edge off, so I could have a
I didn't even bother to drop my pants. I simply unzipped my pants and
reached inside my jock and pulled my large, thick dick out into the open.
Using my hand, I quickly pushed the kid over the top of the toilet and
moved forward until the leaking mushroom head of my rigid cock was poised
at the entrance of the boy's tiny pussy opening. I always relish the
moment in time before taking a boy's pussy with my big dick. Even when a
faggot has had the stiff clits of his fellow queers pushed up his ass, he
doesn't know what he was made for until a Real Man works his strong,
powerful cock inside and fucks him down like the submissive woman he is.
I knew this kid would never survive my fucking without some lube, so I spit
generously several times into my hand and used it to coat the big head and
thick shaft of my beautiful dick. The shithead was panting hard when I
began to push inside his achingly tight cunt. I had to use considerable
force to get the big head inside him and yanked hard on his silky, girlish
hair when he started to cry out in pain. He seemed to get the message and,
except for the occasional muffled groan of pain, remained silent as I
slowly worked most of the rest of my hard cock inside his pussy. His hole
gripped me like a motherfucker. I could get about six of my eight inches
inside him without extreme difficulty. I didn't want to tear this
shithead's asshole in the basement of my own building, so I contented
myself with substantial penetration and began moving slowly back and forth
inside the faggot. The friction of his moist pussy walls on my rigid dick
was intense. I knew it wouldn't take very long for me to make my deposit
of babymakers deep inside. After just a few minutes, I began to pick up
the pace of my fucking. The faggot began to really moan in pain. I knew I
needed to finish the job quickly and, yanking hard on his hair to keep him
quiet, fucked him hard and quick until I felt my thick dick begin pulsing
deep inside the vise-grip of his painfully stretched pussy. I tilted my
head back in pleasure and relief as my cock erupted load after load of hot
cum inside the kid's super-tight pussy.
When I had finished cumming, I pulled out of the boy's cunthole abruptly,
causing him to cry out in pain. I impatiently pushed the panting queer to
his knees in the stall. 'Clean it!' When the fuckin' faggot hesitated, I
quickly gripped his hair with my left hand and used my right to insert my
still-rigid, shit- and cum-coated dick into his face. He got the message
and began tentatively licking and sucking my cock clean. He gagged a
little because of the size and taste of my filthy cock, but he didn't try
to pull away from me. Once he had gotten my dick completely clean, I was
tempted to give him a face-fuck (I never have trouble getting off a couple
of times in a row), but needed to get back upstairs to prepare for a 1
p.m. client meeting.
Then I had an idea.
'We need to wash that shit down for you, boy,' I informed him firmly, so as
to leave no doubt in his mind about the certainty of what was coming next.
'I'm just helping you out, you know. You don't want to go back upstairs
smellin' like you had cum and shit for lunch, do you?'
The puzzled looked on the kneeling young queer's face was priceless, dudes!
'You need to listen very carefully to me, shithead. You're gonna take my
piss right now. You're gonna drink it all down into your little queer
tummy. You need to swallow down every single drop; otherwise, everyone
upstairs is gonna smell my piss on you and realize what a sick, twisted
freak you are. Understand me, cunt?'
The kid's face registered shock and his head reflexively moved back from my
dick. Smiling to myself, I simply gripped his head firmly with both my
hands and pulled it forward until my now half-hard cock was resting inside
his mouth. I could feel him shaking nervously in my hands, but he didn't
resist as I held his head firmly and slowly began draining my bladder
inside him. I pissed as slowly as I could, allowing him to swallow down my
hot urine in small gulps. Whenever I sensed he was about to choke, I used
one of my hands to press the base of my cock to stop the flow. After maybe
five minutes of stop-and-go pissing, I was drained completely and pulled my
cock out of the cunt's mouth with a gentle plop.
The kid's face was flush with exertion and lack of oxygen. I chuckled to
myself at his state and then told him he should take the afternoon off.
Rearranging myself, I made my way back upstairs and told the administrative
support supervisor that Danny had to leave early for the day. When she
asked why, I told her I thought his boyfriend was having menstrual cramps
and he needed to go home to take care of her. She shot me a funny look,
but didn't question my obviously tongue-in-check explanation of why a young
faggot might need to leave early for the day.
Having gotten off loads of cum and piss into a faggot at lunchtime, I felt
great and had an outstanding afternoon meeting with my client.
I was feeling on the top of the world by the time I got home that evening.
Looking forward to my scheduled chat with Jase at 10 p.m., after eating
dinner I passed the time watching a football game on TV and downing a few
Right before 10 p.m., I emptied the beer from my bladder into the toilet.
I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined Jase on her knees before me. I
love feeding a submissive girl a big load of warm recycled beer directly
from the tap; gettin' her drunk on the contents of my fuckin' bladder. I
planned to train Jase so that she would love anything that came out of my
dick. After a weekend of consuming little else but my cum and urine, I
figured she would be totally hooked on me and would willingly do whatever
it took to get more.
Promptly at 10 p.m. I logged in and established communication with my girl.
I gave her my instructions. The next weekend was a four-day weekend and
would be a good time for her to visit. I told her she was to arrive in
Seattle Friday afternoon by 5 p.m. and plan to leave Monday afternoon to
return home to Portland. Wednesday night she was to shave her body
completely free of hair from her neck to her toes, ensuring that no hair
could be found on her chest, armpits, crotch, arms, legs, ass, even her
fingers and toes. I gave her instructions on the best way to shave herself
without cutting herself. When she objected that the boys in the lockerroom
would see that she was completely hairless from the neck down, I told her a
didn't give a fuck. I advised her to bring both pairs of her panties with
her: one was to be freshly washed by hand and to be worn on the trip; the
other was to be soiled and crusted from her girl juices and sealed in a
Ziploc bag. After I gave her careful directions on finding my place, I
told her that upon arrival she was to ring my doorbell and then kneel down
in front of my door, her head respectfully bowed. I told her the first
thing she would do upon arriving would be to kiss my boots as a sign of
respect. Unless instructed otherwise, she was always to address me as
'Sir' and never speak unless spoken to.
Finally, I informed her that the decision to come to me was her own, but
that if she did come, that would be her last decision for the weekend. I
told her she needed to trust me and allow me to make all of her decisions
for her. She said she was afraid, but would comply with all of my
instructions. Very sweet, dudes.
We exchanged cellphone numbers and that was that. I knew there was a small
chance that Jase would back out before Friday arrived, but I had a good
feeling about it. I knew that I had cultivated this eager young girl
carefully and well, and that she was craving what was coming next for her.
Some fear on her part was totally natural and healthy. I knew her fear was
manageable, however. I encouraged her to confide in me during the week
about her feelings, so that I could manage them for her until she arrived
on Friday and let me take over her life for her, at least for that long
During the week, both of us were crazy and horny with anticipation. I used
office faggot Danny several times during the week at both lunchtime and
after work in the basement restroom to take the edge off. On Wednesday at
lunchtime, I admit I got a little rough while face-fucking him in the
bathroom stall. Every time I would force my thick, hard cock down his
tight throat his head would bang against the metal wall of the stall. He
had a terrific headache after that experience and had to go home early to
recover. The fuckin' queer, though, was back for more first thing the next
morning, dudes. Even though his head still hurt from the rough face-fuck I
had put to him at lunch the day before, I could tell he was eager to get
back down on his knees to worship and swallow my demanding cock. What a
sick motherfucker! I thought.
Jase was coming the next day, however, and my interest in this faggy
teenager was at an end. After work that night, I met him a final time in
that rank-smelling stall. This time, I showed no mercy in burying my
large, rigid cock deep into his spasming throat. Based on his past gagging
and choking patterns, I knew exactly how to handle him to achieve the
result I wanted. I gripped his hair vise-like in my fists and repeatedly
plunged my cock all the way inside his amazingly tight throat. He tried
desperately to pull his head back to escape the onslaught of my punishing
cock, but I held him tight with my hands and fucked his throat mercilessly.
This cocksuckin' motherfucker ain't goin' nowhere, I thought cruelly to
myself. With perfect timing, I withdrew my phlegm-coated dick from his
throat and quickly stepped aside as the little bitch began vomiting
violently into the toilet bowl on his knees. Perfect!
When he had finished throwing up, the kid, still on his bruised knees,
turned slowly and looked up at me pitifully. Dudes, this asshole really
looked like shit! His face was sweaty and flush, his lips were swollen
from the rough face-fuck I had administered, and remnants of liquid vomit
dripped slowly from his chin. The stupid shit really looked like he had
been to hell and back.
Dudes, the best part, though, was the look of guilt and fear on the kid's
face. Instead of being angry at me for raping his throat until he dumped
the contents of his stomach into the toilet, I could tell he was actually
ashamed at not being able to take me exactly as I had demanded.
I resisted the urge to slap him hard across the face to tangibly confirm
Instead, I curtly informed him that he did not deserve my cock any more
since he couldn't take it. Maybe, I suggested, he should go back to
sucking the little dicks of his fellow faggots. When I then proceeded to
hose him down from head to toe with the hot contents of my very full
bladder, he only bowed his head and with closed eyes submissively accepted
my harsh, wet verdict on his lack of worthiness to serve a Real Man. Very
beautiful, indeed, men.
I left him there on his knees on the stall floor drenched in my stinking
piss. That was the last time I ever saw him. He never came back to work.
The administrative support supervisor sent out an intraoffice memo saying
that Danny had quit without explanation and that the hiring committee,
headed by me, would need to find a new high school intern to take his
To Be Continued...