Jaxon
It's a bed. Stop complaining!
I see Jaxon's eyes bulging out, he's needing to breathe, so I decide to take some pity on the boy, and remove my cock from between his lips and throat, also releasing his nose. Collapsing onto the shower floor as I finish emptying my bladder on him, and squeeze out the last few drops, he's beyond any boundaries he may have been hoping to establish. He's also past any notion that he has any actual power left over his own life, or at least getting to that point. However, he does have choices.
I lean back under the hot water cascading over my body, and give myself a final rinse while looking down at my newest acquisition. He's whimpering, with some quiet sobs, pleading for the night to end, or better yet, for morning to come and all this is just a nightmare he can forget haha. Can't wait for that hope bubble to blow up in his face haha. I quickly step out of the shower, then switch over to cold water and direct the nozzle to spray directly on him. The manor has a well directly piped into the aquifer where the water is a brisk 72 degrees year round, and it's quite shocking hitting a body not prepared for it. Jaxon screams and jumps up.
I laugh then say, “Clean yourself up, then meet me in my bedroom Jaxon. You have 10 minutes.” I then dry off, put a nice warm robe on, and walk away, leaving the boy to finish up. Entering my room, I look off to a corner and see a kennel sitting there with a small bed inside, 2 locks sitting on top with the key in one. Good, I think, security completed the task I gave them. A bed for the faggot haha. And speaking of beds, I go and sit on mine, removing the rob. And slowly start stroking my cock. Fuck, I'm horny I think.
I get comfortable and enjoy stroking my big, thick cock. It's 11 inches long, and about 1 and three-quarter inches thick. I'm cut with a head that flares out wider than the shaft with a sexy hole that begs to get tongued, and veins running down all over the shaft, with a salt and peppered bush at the base. All in all, a pretty impressive fuck stick haha. It took a little longer than the 10 minutes I gave him when looks around the corner, towel wrapped around his waist. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights. He slowly glances around, and sees me perched on my bed, cock in hand. I can see the Adam's apple in his throat move as he swallows as his eyes start following my hand that's slowly stroking my cock.
“Drop that towel faggot. You don't cover yourself up in front of me unless I say so, slave boy. Now get your ass over here, slut.”
He jumps and lets out a squeal that sounds like an eek as he scrambles from the towel, then he just freezes there, holding the towel and looking at it, then he starts looking for some place to put it.
“Just loosen your fingers and drop it boy, it's a simple concept, dumbfuck.” I bark out. The towel drops and starts walking towards me.
“Get on your hands and knees, Jaxon, crawl to me like the pathetic bitch you are. Show me your submission like a proper whore boy.” I say to him. He freezes, thinking.
“Don't think, just do, piss breath. On your knees, and crawl,” repeating the last command as I start getting up. He drops to his knees, slowly starting to crawl over to where I'm seated with cock in hand.
As he gets to the edge of my bed, I tell him to stay on his knees, and stand up, looking down at the boy, he's looking up at me, trying to keep his focus on my eyes, but he keeps drifting to my manhood as I stroke it.
“You want this big dick, don't you Jaxon?” He just nods as he keeps staring at it.
“Faggot. That's what you are Jaxon, a pathetic, weak little cock whore of a faggot, Jaxon, and it only took one night of getting that throat stretched and used, now you're hooked like a crack head.” And then I slap his right cheek with my heavy cock, hard. He yelps, then yelps again as I land another blow to the left cheek.
The boy just takes the slaps, even moaning some, so i keep landing impacts on his cheeks, as I continue with the degradation.
“You've always known this is where you belong, slut. And as soon as I saw you in that bar and you looked at me and blushed, you became my property, fuck face.” I emphasize the last words by landing my dick right on his forehead, and start pumping it up and down the center of his pretty face.
“Stick your tongue out, bitch, and lick that shaft as it slides over your ugly face, slut.” I bark as I grab his hair in my fist. Using my free hand to keep my cock tight against his face i start pumping it up and down and he sticks his tongue, slowly licking my shaft. He starts getting more aggressive in trying to lick my shaft, I smile to myself.
“Look at you, dumbfuck, all that fighting against your nature, yet here you are, licking my dominant cock like a baby trying to get at its mommy's that. You're just a cum slut, whore boy. This is why you were born, pussy boy”, I say then slap his his face more with my cock.
“Look at me, bitch, and say ‘I'm a pathetic faggot’, boy.”
Jaxon stammers. He's still trying to retain his own power, and he somehow knows this is a crucial moment, especially since he's hoping to reason with this man. But damn, Jaxon is thinking, he's relentless in his assault…and I'm so damn horny and need to cum. Then I'll be able to think straight, he hopes.
Looking down at the boy, seeing a struggle taking place in his head, I need to break this boy's delusions, I think as I grab him by the nose, and force my cock in his mouth again, this time slowly fucking him.
“We already went through this, slave boy. What's the big deal admitting it Jaxon? Or are you getting off on all this fun, Jaxon? You're dripping precum like a faucet needing a new gasket. Drip, drip, drip, Jaxon.” I keep the berating degradation going as my thrusts get more rough, forcing my engorged head into his throat. His hands grab my thighs and try to push against my thrust.
My grip on his nose prevents him from pulling himself off my cock, and I laugh, as I continue, “Not even man enough to push me away, Jaxon. You're losing this battle, you're meant to lose the struggle, Jaxon, but in the end, you'll win your freedom, I promise.” And I laugh more as I pull out of his mouth, looking down at my new slut, I smile.
“Take a deep breath, faggot, and don't forget tonight's lessons”, I say coldly then slam my dick back into his mouth. Fucking the boy's mouth with a steady rhythm, I continue my lecture.
“I'm giving you freedom from decisions, and delusions, Jaxon. I'm giving you the freedom to finally let go and submit yourself, to surrender your fears and dreams for a simple life of service, faggot. All you have to do is accept your fate, Jaxon, and be exactly what you were born to be, a cumslut faggot, Jaxon.”
I pull out and release his nose, and rub my cock, covered in his spit, over his lips, looking at him, I give him another command, “Suck my dick Jaxon. You know you want to.”
Jaxon, glancing up at me, eyes are looking bright with heat and lust, he nods slowly, not hesitantly, more like he weighed his options. He takes my shaft in his right hand, and cautiously slides it between his lips, and starts sucking me.
I slowly start rubbing the boy on his head, stroking the top the top through his hair, petting him as I keep talking.
“MMM, that's it boy. Suck that big dick like a good boy. Yea. That feels good, faggot”, his teeth graze my head, “damn, bitch, watch the teeth, faggot”, I say hoarsely, as my hand digs into hair harder. He mumbles something about being sorry.
“Yea, you are sorry. You're sorry little cock sucker, figured you know what to do by now, dick breath”, I say sarcastically, then start thrusting into his mouth again. I force a third of my dick into his throat, and hold it there.
“Let's see what you learned, my sorry excuse of cock sucker”, I growl as I pull out and start fucking him earnestly again.
“Remember to breathe, slut, because I don't intend to stop until I flood your mouth with my cum, faggot.” I feel the vibration of a moan sliding up from his gut.
“That's it, purr you fucking kitty, show daddy how much you crave his cock”, and I increase my speed. Fuck, I've been holding this nut for hours, and he's been craving it longer. Feeling my balls cock'n up to unload, I speed up my thrust, forcing myself down the boy's throat deeper, and deeper with every powerful plunge of my dick.
“Here comes your reward faggot, swallow every drop, you pathetic cum whore”, I entone, while asserting my power over the boy.
Then my cock erupts into his mouth, he coughs, and I keep stripping the boy's personal power, “I said swallow boy, and mean it. Go on, that's a good boy, drink it down slut”, I say as I slowly remove my shaft from his throat, letting him catch his breath.
“Now stroke my dick, Jaxon, milk every last drop.” He does as he's told.
“Good boy”, pulling my cock from his mouth, I lean down and wipe some cum from his lips and chin, then fed it to him, “There, every drop good boy.” Saying good boy is starting to make his eyes light up, that's a good thing.
“Now, lick your precum off my floor, whore”, I say flatly and point down. He looks down, then looks back up at me, “Be smart, dumbfuck and do as your told, or I'll make you regret it, Jaxon.”
With resignation he leans down and tentatively licks the floor where his locked penis has released a pool of clear fag precum, and after he finishes, he looks up me.
“Bed time, princess, get up.”
“I want to cum”, he pleads, “I need to cum, dude, please, please, let me cum.” He still on his knees, begging to cum and he thinks he isn't a faggot haha.
Reaching down, I brush his hair gently, and say, “Only fags and slaves beg to cum, slave boy.” Then once again I grab his hair and yank him up, "It's not time for that princess, you need to understand your place in life Jaxon, and right now, that place doesn't involve you getting to drain your useless balls.” Then I pull him over to the kennel.
“I said it's bed time, get in.”
He looks at the cage, then says so weakly in a low whisper that I barely hear him say, “You said a comfy bed.”
“It's a bed, stop complaining, get your ass in there, now. Or do I need to get rough and make you hurt, boy?” I ask while grabbing his balls and crushing them. He quickly goes to comply, and I release his balls, only to snatch him by the neck, crush it with my grasp.
“You will call me Master, ever say dude again and I'll cut your balls off and feed them to you Jaxon. Understand me, faggot?”
“Yeess”, he squeaks out.
“Now, tell me what you are, boy, say it.” And I loosen my hand crushing his throat some as he looks down and says, “A faggot, I'm a faggot”, then he slowly crawls into the kennel after I let him go, folding himself onto the dog bed as he wraps tbe thin sheet over his aching, tired body. I close and lock it, he pulls the sheet over his head, and I hear soft sobs.
“Sweet dreams buttercup, tomorrow my sister is gonna dress you up.”
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