Jaxon
Welcome to your new home, whore boy
After driving through the night, staying on the highways and interstates, keeping my speed at a safe level, I finally pull into my old family plantation. I must admit, it feels good to be home. There’s still a few cars parked in the gravel area. Good! This trip wasn’t cheap, definitely well worth it, Jaxon has been awake for the last couple of hours, sobbing quietly for most of that time. When he first woke up, and he realized the previous days weren’t a nightmare, he immediately started screaming and protesting again. I showed the boy another needle and told him to quiet his worthless down or I’ll stick his arm again, or better yet, stick it in his balls. His eyes widened with fear, and he knew I wasn’t joking. He has’ been quietly sobbing since haha
Pulling onto my property, I playfully slap Jaxon on his stomach, “Listen up, fuck boy, we’re home. My family’s old plantation, welcome to the Hole House Jaxon,” I say as we come around a bend in the long entrance lined by old moss covered oaks, and the twenty-three thousand plus square foot mansion comes into view. Jaxon eyes open, and he starts shaking his head, I can hear the mumbling of no no no coming from his gagged mouth. It's starting to really sink in now, I can see realization of finality settling in his brain.
“That’s right faggot take it in, such a pretty place isn’t?” I say. Honestly I can care less about what he thinks, because soon he will only be thinking and saying what he’s been trained to say and think. His personal thoughts are unimportant. As for the house, it's a large, three story white plantation home that’s close to two-hundred years old. Of course, we’ve had it upgraded, added the third floor, and modernized on the inside. I’ve kept it off the registry of historical homes. Don’t need sight-seers pulling up and getting an eyeful of a whore boy getting his throat railed hahaha. I’ve been known to chain a bad boy to one of the columns, those big beautiful round white columns common in old homes, especially southern plantations. And the punishment of the offending boy? He's used as a free-use urinal for those outside enjoying a smoke. I don’t appreciate people pissing on my grass, especially when there’s a perfectly acceptable receptacle to receive the man’s gift. Sadly, there’s always some whore boy on my shit list haha. Well, sadly for the boy. Not all of them appreciate piss play hahaha. Of course, I don’t believe the little shits that say it, because all whores can lie pretty good.
“This is your new Jaxon, I know you’ll be happy here, faggot. All the cock you can handle, then some, whore boy. And we both know you want cock, huh gurl?”
The boy struggles to scream and tell me to fuck off. I reach over and slap the boy on his face, hard, “Language! A proper slut should be demur and not talk like a drunken sailor, young little bitch. Better watch that mouth, I hear that shit from a boy while he’s working, I break his ass, faggot, and he’ll still be serving his clients no matter how much his butt hurts, you little ignorant faggot.”
He glares at me, and I back hand him again. Apparently his lesson from yesterday didn’t take very well. Oh well, I am here at my home now. He’ll learn. His training is about to start in earnest. I pull around the massive sized home to a large fence and gate blocking both vehicles and snoopers lol. Its a 10 foot wall with razor wire attached on the back side, out of view from the front. Its set at 7feet off the ground, to keep any boy from getting the idea to try to climb over it. I honk my horn, and almost instantly the gates start to open, and one of my security guys waves at me. Jaxon look at the large thuggish looking hispanic man, and his eyes widen. Jose’ the guard sees the boy and blows him a kiss. Jaxon groans. I can smell his sweat. Smells weak, almost sweet. Definitely not the scent of man haha .
I park the car, blow the horn, and a few big men walk outside. As I get out of the car, I tell my men to grab the new boy, take him out to the small house, and get him situated. I am pretty tired, so I need to rest and clean up. My men will see to the comfort of Jaxon haha.
“Get him scrubbed, and make him smooth as possible”, I say as they pull the struggling boy from the seat, he’s doing his best to get free, however, when a 6 foot 5 inch man with hands the size of a basketball grabs you by the scruff of the neck, you aren’t getting away when your weak runt like Jaxon. He’s not going anywhere without being taken there. He’ll learn; his training will see to that, “then put him in the kennel.” The boy screams through the penis gag, trying to take control of the situation. He plants his feet in the ground and doubles down on keeping himself from being dragged away. My man slaps him hard on the stomach. Open handed, full swing right into the boy’s tummy. He folds over like he got gut punched. He practically was, and he should be grateful he wasn’t. That would have probably made him pass out. It did its job though, and he submits to being shown our hospitality.
Several hours later, I walk out of my personal suite, clean, dressed in fresh clothes, and walk downstairs with a bounce in my step. I gotta really break that new faggot quickly, I have another boy I wanna bring home, so my time is limited. I will spend the next couple nights making sure the boy gets trained in a way that removes any pesky delusions that he can regain his freedom or protect his masculinity lingering in his brain. So, I see some boys, snap my fingers, they run over and I tell them what I want them to do, to get it done quickly, and not to let it interfere with their daily chores before we open for the evening. We aren’t a 24 hour operation, we close when bars do, 2 am, and all the clients gotta be gone by 5 am. And the fags? In their beds no later than 5:30 am, up at 10, to clean and prepare for the next round. Good thing they just love their “jobs”, right? Haha In all honesty, they fear punishment. I don’t blame them. A cane breaks more than skin, it breaks down mental barriers in inferior cumslut.
I walk out to the “small house”. Its an out building I had built several years ago, a few bedrooms, a small kitchenette, and a common room, plus a dungeon. It's for special parties, big spenders, groups of guys wanting to spend a weekend, or a week, being pampered by boys. For a measly 20 grand you can have it for 48 hours within two boys. Additional boys cost extra. Of course, for a small fee, we supply food and booze, even drugs if they want. Just don’t pump them in one of my boys. I don’t want some drug addicted slut around here, I need good boys focused on their duties, not another hit of some crap. I walk into the dungeon, and Jaxon is locked in the small cell, laying on the floor, sobbing quietly. They removed the gag, so he’s able to vocalize his sobs. I silently laugh to myself. Poor baby, so focused on what he’s lost, not on what he’s gained.
“Wake up, fag!” I say loudly and slam the door right afterwards. He jumps, and looks at me, and immediately starts begging….
“Please, let me go, I p…p…pro…promise to not tell any one, please…I just wanna go home…” he says between sobs, his nose running, eyes blood shot.
“Go home, huh? Too what, Jaxon? Back to college?” I ask as I open an envelope in my hand, and look at it. It has his transcripts, which I had paid a professional to get for me, among other things. Then I toss it in the cell, “Go on, Jaxon, take a look!” I say with force. He just looks at me, perplexed.
“It’s your college transcripts, fuck boy. You’re failing, dumb fuck! Look at those grades, boy, they’re dismal. You have no future in finance, faggot. Or in business, boy. You were gonna be booted out soon, or placed on some kind academic probation. No Jaxon, college isn’t for you. You were too busy drooling over your ‘best friend’, faggot. I saw it the first night I saw you in that bar. You and your girl both were ogling that stud muffin. Pathetic. And you think you’re a straight boy? HAHAHA! You, boy, were born a weak, inferior faggot with one purpose boy, to service men with your mouth and ass. Get over it, buttercup.”
I then walk over to the tv hanging on the wall, and push in a thumb drive. Turn it on. And say, “Watch this boy, and then you’ll realize you are right where you belong.” The screen comes to life, and Jaxon just stares at it, and as he watches what’s on the screen, his uncaged cock begins to swell. Right on the tv screen is his former girlfriend deep throating his best friend’s impressive dick. And Jaxon is just…mesmerized by the sight of the stud muffin he considered his “bestie” fucking his cute girl’s mouth, his cock disappearing down her throat.
“That’s not real…how..how..how’d you do that? It's fake”, he says meekly.
“Nope. I paid someone to keep an eye on her, I figured once you disappeared, she’d make her move, boy. She wanted him as much as you did, you pathetic fuck boy. And I was right,” I say, as the film starts showing her getting railed from behind, the boy slapping her ass and fucking his former girlfriend like she’s just any another slut in his sex life.
“By the way, Jaxon, this was recorded 12 hours after I took you. Neither one seems to care that you left. Neither has reported you missing, nor seems inclined to. Your girl finally got what she was after, and your friend? He was never gonna let you touch his cock, boy, he doesn’t need a faggot to get off, he has her now…”, I say staring at the boy. Then I cut deeper into him.
“Tell me Jaxon, what got you so hard? Seeing your girl getting face fucked, or seeing that alpha cock that you’ve been fantasizing about since the day you met the man, huh boy?” He just looks down, noticing his rock hard penis, and slowly sobs more.
“Or, Jaxon, are you remembering the first time you sucked mine, bitch? Bet you want more of my big dick, don’t you faggot?” I can see the defeat in his eyes. He knows now his best friend is a bigger piece of shit than me, and that the girl he thought loved him really was just using his useless ass to get to his best friend.
Then he mumbles, “Fuck you” meekly.
I smile, and say, “All in due time my beautiful whore boy, all in due time. I’m looking forward to breeding your ass, cumdump.” I turn to leave, walk to the door, open it, looking back at him, “I’ll leave this playing for you boy, “ pointing at the large 80 inch screen, “There’s more there to entertain you, bitch. But if you touch that little penis of yours, I’ll punish you hard, Jaxon. I own your right to cum now, boy, and”, pointing to a camera in the corner, “I’ll know!” Then I leave him there, sobbing, rock hard, with the sound of moans coming from his former girlfriend getting fucked by his former best friend.
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