Jaxon's face-hole meets it first man-pole.
I get a few hours rest. As I'm drinking my coffee, I look at the camera keeping an eye on the new piece of meat downstairs. Seems he fell into a restless sleep. Probably having some nightmares. Like I care if he's feeling tormented, he'll understand soon enough that everything I'm doing is for his own good. A faggot needs a strong man in its life, or it'll make foolish mistakes, say, like, staring a man down at a bar as if he's eye candy, all while his girlfriend is there, flirting with your bud. That can certainly change the course of your life. If Jaxon wasn't meant for this very life altering event to happen in his life, then, one, he wouldn't have given me a second glance instead of staring at me like a little kid staring through the window of a candy store.
Jaxon definitely had a hungry look in his eyes that night. He also had it at the store, and at the cheap pizza place with warm beer. As for reason number 2, a man wouldn't tolerate his girlfriend flirting with a bud. A real man would have put her in her place, or called her a slut and kicked her to the curb. A pathetic faggot trying to live a lie, well, he'd have no idea how a man would react because he's as far from being a man as a puppy. Hell. His girlfriend had bigger balls hahaha.
And speaking of balls, mine are feeling heavy. Beating the boy's ass and reducing him to a whimpering submissive bitch that ate his dinner off the floor, has made me horny as hell. My eleven inches of superior southern manhood needed some attention. No time like the presence to start the fag's education in proper fellatio. Of course, by proper, I mean getting nailed in the throat without mercy. Fags particularly love getting face fucked, so will Jaxon. He just needs to have his inner cock slut awakened. I love awakening fags.
Just wearing a robe, and armed with a fresh cup of coffee, and a fun tool for waking up sleeping beauties like Jaxon, I head down to the basement. I'm already starting to sport a semi, I'm looking forward to this. I particularly like taking a boy from virgin to slut, i really love it when the boy's been running from his true self and trying to be something it's not. A faggot hiding from his purpose is the most pathetic creature in existence. And it's my job to show the faggot the error of his ways.
I walk downstairs, and flip on the light. I can hear the boy whimper. He's aware of my presence, but trying to pretend he's sleeping, maybe hoping I'll be nice and let him be. That's a cruel move, actually. Giving the boy any kind of hope at this point would only reinforce his delusions that I'm gonna let him go, or at least, take pity. I am taking pity on the boy, though, it's a pity he thinks he's anything remotely like a man. So I intend to take on that pitiful belief and remove it. I hit the button on an air horn can. Man those are loud in an unfinished basement. It blasted out its ionic, ear ringing, amplified noise and the boy jumps, and screams, and looks right at me. He instantly senses something. Maybe it's the evident woodie starting to show, I don't know. I just love his reaction.
“Nooo…god, please nooo more…” he cries, trembling.
“No what, faggot?” I ask nonchalantly.
“Please let me go. Please. I won't tell any one…i…i…I promise I won't talk…” he cries out pleadingly. I can't resist myself. I need to have some fun with the boy.
“Of course you won't talk, especially after I cut out your tongue, faggot,” I say dead pan. His eyes go wide, and he's about to go insane with his pleading. His pathetically weak, inept attempts at trying to regain control of his life. He's just unable to deal with being confronted with his new awareness of his position in life and how to stop me. He's unable to make any kind of offense that will save him. His only moves are defensive, and they're all based upon how quickly he'll let go and just submit. Time to find out.
I walk up to him, staring down at him, I take a few sips of my coffee. He smells it. He wants some. Like my mother used to say, want with one hand, shit on the other, and tell me which one filled up first. Life is shitty sometimes, haha.
“On your knees now, boy!” I say flatly with venom in my voice, as I grab him by his hair and lift him up. He yelps, struggling against my will forcing the pace of his movements. He's not being given any leeway. He's going to do exactly as I say, or he'll add to his suffering through this important step in his life. He's gets on his knees, but he's slouching, looking slovenly. My fags need to look proper, and hold proper positions.
“Spread those thighs wider, faggot,” I command as I kick at his knees with my foot, coercing his knees to spread wider apart. Then grab the chain attached to his collar, and pull up on it, choking him some.
“Back straight Jaxon, no slouching you worthless slut.” I say, tugging harder on the chain. He straightens his back, his knees slide closer in the process. Perfect window, dumbshit, I think to myself. Then swiftly kick his knees again, harder, saying, “Spread those knees you stupid whore.”
He yelps. And says weakly, “You don't have to be an assho…”
I cut him off before he completed his statement, and say, “Ass…hole. You calling me an asshole, faggot,” and slap his right facial cheek aggressively.
“You? A pathetic slave, calling me, his Master, an asshole?” And slap him again.
He mutters, “I'm not your slave…”
“Yes. You are Jaxon,” I reply, and pull out my cock. And let a stream of piss start spraying on him. He starts stuttering and sputtering as my golden, morning piss sprays him and even goes into mouth. He starts trying to get away. I pull harder on the chain, choking off his breath, and more importantly, choking off his struggle some. Then, as I keep my strain hitting his face, I slide my foot back and slam into his balls, and he gasps loudly and I aim directly into his mouth.
“You are a slave, Jaxon. You were born for this!” I say bluntly as my piss is finished, letting the last couple spurts land on his chin.
“You have no choice in this, slave boy. I'm too much of a man for you to resist. You are mine to do with as I please, faggot,” I say as matter of factly as I can while grabbing his nose and pinching it tightly.
As he opens his mouth, trying to breath, and say something stupid again, I laugh at him as I shove my hardening cock into his mouth, hitting his throat, and repeat that movement, while saying, “Shut the fuck up, slave boy, and let's focus on your training, cock slut.”
Using both hands, I grab the bitch by his hair and start face fucking the boy. It doesn't take long before throat slime starts spilling from his mouth as I keep hitting the back of his throat. Bam. Bam. Bam. And as each “bam” happens, I say, “Slave boy!” Over and over.
As I'm kindly fucking the boy in his mouth, and showing him how much I care for him by teaching him to let go of his ignorant notions of being a free man and embrace his purpose in life, I keep up the barrage of words that make him feel good.
“You're a submissive cock slut, boy. You wanted me the first night you saw me. And you want me now. You need this, faggot. You need me to break you and enslave you, fuck boy.”
I pull my cock out and slap his face with it, roughly. He is coughing, sputtering, trying to out-think me, but I'm not giving him any opportunities to regain his composure. Whack! Whack! My shaft slams across his face. Then I force my way back into his mouth, shoving my cock down and hitting his throat again, and start using his mouth like it is intended to be used.
“That's it faggot, take my cock, slave boy. You know you've wanted this for a long time. But you've been scared of losing things.”
He's gagging and trying to use his hands to push me away. But he's too weak to get any kind of control or power in this. It's his nature. Yea, he's fighting against me, however his efforts are half ass at best. He's not physically weak at all. He probably could at least get some good punches in. I haven't restrained his hands, just his feet. If the boy was half the man he's been pretending to be, he'd be swinging on me. He hasn't. Like I said, right place, right time. This is it for him. Ok. Actually it was that night in the bar. He was mine the minute his faggot brain decided it should be mine. I just have to make him understand what happened that night.
“Scared you'd lose friends, respect, and all that crap if you had embraced your desires. Stupid slave! You were going to lose them anyways..its your nature to lose at everything, except your insatiable lust for alpha men and their cocks. That's all you're meant for, faggot!” I say like I'm soothing a child. During this, I've kept up a steady pace of punneling the boy's mouth, and my cock head slipped deeper down. Fuck it feels good, stretching his virgin throat.
Tears streaming down his cheeks, he's gagging on my cock, however I'm seeing acceptance in his eyes. They're lighting up with stars. And that detached look a faggot gets when it's slipped into it's subspace. Jaxon is discovering his. He's instinctively opening his throat now. Fags have natural instincts that most gay boys don't have. A vanilla bottom has to be taught how to suck cock. A fag? It instinctively knows what to do, like putting a mother's breast in front of a baby. It latches on, and a faggot? It takes to the cock, even if its subconsciously following its instincts, its a matter of self preservation for a faggot slave boy. It needs to please, and Jaxon is letting me use him. Again, if he didn't want this, he would put up a real fight.
I pull out, slip a couple fingers into his mouth, and his instincts kick in, his tongue slides over them, as I say, “Look up at me, Jaxon. Eyes on mine.”
He looks up, his doe-like eyes remind me of a deer in the headlights of a car. Full of fear and indecision, with a touch of pleading for…more. Yes, I see it. That hunger, it's there. I gently wipe away some tears, and say..
“You're a pretty faggot, Jaxon,” he blushes some, “You have such potential, such a great opportunity in front of you. A life of leisure, really.”
Ok, not exactly leisurely, but for a faggot its heaven. I've never had a boy run away, not yet at least haha. He's now greedily sucking on my fingers, and I can feel his mouth and tongue dancing across my fingers, beckoning to my cock. Fuck, this boy is a natural indeed. Pulling my fingers out. I say, “Open your mouth boy, tongue out!” He does as told as his body trembles, slowly opening his mouth, his tongue sliding out. I hold my cock up.
“Take it in your hands, boy, and lick it.”
He stares at it, trembling. Unable to move, he's the frozen deer again, until..
“NOW!” I bark. It startles him into action, and the bitch quickly grabs my shaft and licks.
“That's a good boy,” I say, gently taking his head in my hand, “Go on you pretty little faggot, keep going. You know what to do, Jaxon. You've always known.”
He looks up at me, his hand trembling, he licks it again, then again. I moan softly, to encourage him, and he feels empowered.
“So much better when I'm not being cruel, isn't it boy? So much better when you give in to your dark desires, huh boy?” I ask, softly petting him on his head. He visibly relaxes, as I continue, “Go on boy, suck my dick. You've been wanting it for days now, go on, make me happy, slave boy. And I'll make you happy. “
Ok. Another white lie. I don't know if he's ready for the next part or not, but, guess what? I am! So I gently pull his mouth closer to my shaft, “Suck my dick, puppy, and prove to me you're worthy of freedom.”
That last part, a spark of hope, to crush soon, and further taking the down the rabbit hole. Unaware that I'm enlisting him to help force his enslavement. And he does not let me down. He opens his mouth and impales himself on my shaft, trying to deep throat. I let him do his faggot magic, as he start giving his first blow job. His first of many. I softly guide the boy, and moan softly. I mutter words like yes, and good boy. He's starting to get into it, and let's me start thrusting again, and pushing down as I hit his throat. Fuck this faggot wants this. I groan as I say, “Yea, that's it boy. Suck thar dick like a champ. You're making me feel good, puppy”
I feel myself sliding into his throat. That fresh, tight tube stretching, and letting my superior cock invade it. He moans, and then purs a little. Yes, this boy is a natural cock slut. He was born for being penetrated in every way possible. And I'll allow just about anything if it makes me money.
He's working his mouth like a whore should. He's also getting me close. A fresh faggot always makes me extremely horny, and I wanna nut in this bitch's mouth. Really bad, at that, but first, he needs to experience things my way. So…
I start thrusting harder, and he pushes back. Yea, saying freedom made him surrender his throat. Good. I grab his head and shove another 3 inches down into his esophagus, and say, “That's it faggot, take it!” Then, I really pound him in the mouth, in and out, over and over. My cock slides in hard, I pull it out, then bam!, straight back in.
“You're a slave Jaxon!” I say as I slap his face with my cock impaling his throat, “You're a pathetic faggot that never had a choice in his life, and you never will, slave!” I say that as I go a little rougher with the face fuck. I feel my balls tightening up. I feel that load I desperately need to release boiling in my loins. Looking down at the bitch, I see his eyes have rolled back into his head, his arms hanging at his sides, and he's taking my cock without any resistance.
I even rub my foot on his crotch, and he's ready to bust, I can tell. Fucking little slut for sure.
I nail his throat, feeling my shaft swell, he feels it as he gags more, choking on it. I slap his face again, then one more time. He whimpers, then purs again, and I lose it. I start shooting. Damn it feels good feeding this faggot. And just because I wanna reward him with the humiliation he needs, I pull from his mouth and cum all over his face, some even gets into his eyes hehe. I shake all over, it feels so good.
I look down at him, and he's blushing, embarrassed about this. Then I realize what really has him embarrassed. He cumed in his pants. The faggot creamed his jeans hahaha. Perfect. Now, for the icing on.the cake.
“You slut! Did I give you permission to cum faggot? Stupid whore!”
And for the second time of his life, twice in the same morning, I piss on my new faggot slave. I unload my bladder all over the ungrateful shit.
“And to think, I was almost convinced that you earned some freedom, stupid of me, huh? You pathetic bitch.” I then turn, and go back up stairs, smiling and whistling as he starts begging and crying again, covered in my piss and cum, the taste of both fresh in his mouth. Balls drained, check. Faggot covered with my superior loads, check. Hope given at the right moment, then crushed under my foot, check!
Thus, that was Jaxon's first 12 hours as my slave. All in all, a nice 12 hours for us both. I mean, I know I enjoyed it. As for Jaxon, I can care less. He's a slave.
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