Prove it, boy…
It's getting late, the night has wind down, and my staff has everything well in hand, so I figure I should go check on Jaxon. He's been alone in the closet for several hours. The “closet” is a small room off my suite, with a door, a single light fixture, and a tv hanging on the wall. And hooks opposite the tv to restrain a boy. And it is currently occupied by Jaxon.
William did as told, I'll have to reward him. He didn't clean Jaxon up from his fun earlier, so he's still caked with dried cum, snot, and spit. He looks quite…low, in his current position. He's also sobbing, and has been watching a video of his evening. Seeing himself getting fucked in his mouth. Can't let him escape from those memories, they need to be kept fresh.
He's also dripping precum. He's aching to cum. When I open the door and he sees me, I can see the pleading in his eyes. Cumming is his primary need right now. He's never had such a need to cum in his life like he's feeling right now. He's slowly becoming sexually frustrated and that is making him overlook everything else he's being put through. Turn a boy into a sexually frustrated faggot that can't cum, and he'll start giving in, in the hope of getting to drain his balls. But..that's not my problem haha.
He's not gagged, so he immediately starts trying to speak, between sobs, and relief that he's not alone anymore, and I quickly put a finger to his lips abd shush him.
“Ssshh! Don't speak, Jaxon. We're gonna get you cleaned up, and put you to bed. Make you feel all better too.”
He wants to ask questions, he looks at me, and I can sense the hope growing within, “Just mod yes, cute boy”, I add as I remove my finger. He nods yes slowly, a small measure of reluctance showing in his movements. I then start slowly rubbing his chest and stomach, looking at the faggot, then slowly start pinching and twisting his left nipple, he moans and twist his body as he tries to give me better access.
“That's a good boy”, I say and starts to open his mouth again, “No talking, boy. I'm releasing you from the chains. Leave your arms up until I say you may lower them. Just nod if you understand, boy”
Again he nods as a small whimper escapes his lips when I pinch his nipple harder, causing him to buck some in the restraints. I slap his belly, hard enough to get his attention, but not so hard he loses his breath.
“Focus on me boy, I'm starting with your legs, don't move a muscle until I say or you'll sleep in here, tied to that wall”, I bark and he nods yes again. Good, he's learning. It's not that I want to take away his voice, I just don't want to hear his whining haha. Plenty of time and opportunities for that later. So, quickly disconnecting the ankle cuffs then the wrist I look at him standing there, shaking some, arms in the air, covered in cum, and looks absolutely pathetic and powerless. And, not going to lie, he looks hot. A submissive faggot in such a position is a beautiful sight to me. I pull a leash from my back pocket, clip it to the collar wrapped around Jaxon's neck, then lean in and kiss him, forcing my tongue into mouth, and starts to moan, and his arms start dropping, and I pull back and ask, “Did I say lower those arms, boy?”, and pop him hard on the side of his head. He starts sobbing again and tries to stutter out something and I shush him again. Then I pull him with me to the bathroom.
As we enter the room, I turn to him and start talking, explaining things that will be expected of him.
“As a boy in this manor, you’ll be expected to be a full service slave boy, Jaxon…and…”
“I'm not a slave!” He blurts out, quite coherently, and tries to stare me down. We stare at each other for a heartbeat, and he doesn't see it coming. The back of my left hand lands on his right cheek, and he's knocked down to a crumpled pile of a pathetic, crying, cum covered boy. He screams, grabbing his cheek, and through fresh sobs asks, “Why?”
I look at him, squint my eyes, and turning towards the vanity area, I say, “Bitch wants to play games, fine, we'll play.” Turning on the water, I grab a bar of soap and wet it, then suds it up. Returning my focus back to the boy on the floor.
“Ok. Let's play. I'll tell you why I just bitch slapped you if you can guess why…” I say, as I lean down and shove the sudsie bar of Irish Spring soap into his mouth, “I've decided I need to teach you lesson about talking back to the man…that fucking owns you, you fucking moronic slut!” And I start working the bar real good as the suds start frothing around his mouth. He tries to pull away, I grab him by the hair and yank up hard, holding his head in place and keep working the bar of soap faster in his mouth.
He's gagging and coughing, about to puke probably. Using his hair, i pull him into the shower, and turn it on, and say softly, “Rinse your mouth, faggot, and wait for me. I join him after undressing, and hand him the same bar of soap, and tell the boy, “Grab that wash cloth and start bathing me Jaxon. I don't think he heard me, his eyes are my cock that's just dangling there, soft, 6 plus inches of superior man meat that he can't stop staring at.
I snap my fingers, and say, “Jaxon, eyes up here boy, look at me”, he looks up at me, “I know you want it, slut, but first things first. Bathe me, Jaxon, now,” Then I turn my back to boy.
As he slowly starts washing my back, I encourage him and start giving him simple directions on how to properly wash a man. Telling him to start at the neck and shoulders, and to work downward. How to clean the ass crack and hole, getting it squeaky clean.
“Some men enjoy having a boy lick his hole Jaxon”, I say. And he says, “Eww, gross!” And I laugh, as I turn around. “Now the front, slave boy”, I say with emphasis on the last part. He glares for a second then starts washing my chest.
I watch him as he concentrates on washing my chest, as runs his hand the salt and pepper hair on my abs. Not to toot my own horn, but for a 55 year old man, I still look good. Muscles, a little flab in the gut, but nothing wrong with that haha. Legs are strong, arms with definition, and ass that still catches people's eyes, plus my 11 inch, thick cock that has made many a guys learn to appreciate getting fucked lol.
Jaxon is actually doing quite well. He's a natural at this. He got under my pits, my arms, even washed my face, rather gently too. Then he glances down, and his eyes fall on cock, which has grown slightly as I've been watching the fag concentrate on his task, livking his lips a few times. Has me thinking of seeing his mouth in action again. Soon, I think, soon.
“Go on boy, on your knees, and keep washing me. Legs first. Ignore that big, sexy cock for now”, I say. He never took his eyes off my cock, he just nods and drops down to his knees, I see a gleam in his eyes as he licks his lips. Yea, I think, he's a hungry little slut, and he's learning that, good. He quickly finishes my legs, and looks up at me, and it's sorta cute, how he's pleading with his eyes haha.
“Go on, slut, wash it, I've seen you looking at it, Jaxon, you're a faggot”, I say. And he starts shaking his head, and tries to mutter some nonsense or such. I'm pretty sure he's saying he's not a faggot. What a silly thought. And he's definitely not disappointing me right me as he walks right into a trap haha.
Again grabbing the slave boy by his hair, and grabbing my cock, looking down at the boy, I say, “Prove it, faggot”, as I let go a stream of piss right into his face. Jaxon tries bucking some so I yank up on his hair, causing him to scream a little before the stream of piss starts hitting him in his mouth, and goes to close it. Nope, not having that haha
“Oh no, slave. You're going to learn you fucking place, dumbfuck”, I say then letting go of his hair, he drops down, feeling relief, I'm sure, but it's short lived. I grab his nose, squeezing it shut hard and pull upwards. As soon as his mouth opens, I slam my dick into his mouth, and say rather coldly, “I said swallow Jaxon, and you will obey, or you'll suffer”, and kick his nuts for emphasis.
“Swallow, faggot”, and my stream starts flowing, slowly at first and he start choking down my piss.
“Look at me faggot.” Jaxon looks up at me, and there's fear mixed with humiliation on his face, his eyes look a little glazed over, and I start releasing my flow stronger.
“That's it, swallow my piss, faggot slave boy. You can resist me all you want, fucktard, but in the end, you're going to lose because you were born a pathetic bitch. You can't even stop me from using you like a damn urinal, Jaxon.” And I shove my cock deeper into his throat, feeling it stretch and accommodate my head and part of the shaft, starting to unload straight down his esophagus like it's a waste removal tube disguised as a boy, and that boy is just along for the ride now.
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