Part one
“Suck it faggot! That’s right, boy. Gag yourself on masters cock! Make master happy! Let me hear you slurping and slobbering it. We wanna make sure everybody hears how much you love worshiping master's cock. look up at me, boy.”
With my masters thick cock all the way down my throat, his pubic and belly hair mashed against my face, my face already slick and covered in pre-cum and saliva from my long session of sucking, gagging, licking, slapping my face with his big cock, and accepting masters spit in my mouth, I looked up and saw what I knew I would… My master, the man who would come to own me completely in such a short time, smiling down at his faggot slave while holding his phone and recording every second of my service to him.
“not so smart now are you boy? Where is all that arrogance? That’s so tough now, are you? You wanna say no to me again, boy? Answer me faggot! But don’t you dare take my cock out of your mouth.”
“Mmmmmpphh….”. I answered as best I could that I wasn’t tough. I wasn’t smart. But I was his stupid, weak, bitch and I would never say no to him again.
Because I wouldn’t.
Because I couldn’t.
It had happened fast. Looking back, it’s amazing how fast he took complete control of my life. It only took one little misstep.
Maybe I wanted it to happen. What was I doing on gay dating, porn and fetish sites anyway? I know how it started. With a previous girlfriend. I have since learned this is often the way it escalates. I was looking through porn and came across some cuckold porn. At the same time I came across small penis humiliation. They both seem to go together. And they were an immediate turn onto me. Start having fantasies about my girlfriend fucking other men and telling me about their big cock. I became more and more addicted to those fantasies. Finally, I brought it up in bed. At first, my girlfriend seem surprised. But then she seemed to begin telling me about her previous boyfriend how big his cock was. It became more and more candid. And it became a very easy way to make me come quick. She used to tell me how he could make her come sometimes just by entering her and stretching her. And I would ask for more information. Yes, it was much bigger. Yes, he was much better. Yes, she missed his cock. Yes, she had told her friends how my cock was smaller than his. And that’s when the submissiveness and humiliation kinks started to kick in. And something else. Rather than simply fantasizing about my girlfriend with another man with a bigger cock and the humiliation and submissiveness that came with that scenario, we began to work me into the fancy as well.
Actually, it was her idea first, apparently she may have been watching some of the porno herself.
“I bet you would like his cock too, “she said. “Would you like to have a big cock in your hand.? A real man cock in your mouth? Maybe you could suck his cock to get him hard for me. Or they underneath us and lick his balls and cock as he fucks me You like that, wouldn’t you?”
The effect made it obvious. I would call immediately, screaming out. And you look at me and laugh.
“You really do like that idea, don’t you? You’re gay, aren’t you? You would love to suck a cock”
“Yes,“I admitted.
She laughed again. “No wonder it takes you so long to get hard for me. You’re probably thinking about cock. Hold it… I can tell by your reaction… You really are gay!”
“No I’m not… You were the one who brought it up.
“Yeah, but I’m not the one who comes over it.”
Ultimately, we broke up. Not because of that. Predictably, she cheated on me with her ex and then went back to him.
With no partner, I went back to porn. Full steam. I registered on dating sites, fetish porn, and mastering slaves sites.
I started conversations But would never follow up on meeting. I would delete and then reactivate my profile over and over again. I was addicted, but now I had a new addiction. I’ve begun to look more and more into blackmail porn. Blackmail memes about losing total control. Where the master gain information enough about you to gain more. And then commonly videos and photos are taken of you in compromising, humiliating, submissive state that you would never want your friends or family to see. The idea of it was intoxicating. Moore and Moore. It was the only kind of porn I can look at. I was afraid to actually do it. I love the idea of actually talking to somebody about it. And that’s when the trouble began.
On the master and slave site, I received a message from someone who real name was Mark. It was about 10 years older than me, but his profile read that he was looking for a slave that he would take total control of. He would make all the decisions. The slave relocate for a total power exchange. And herewas another idea. Actually moving in with my master. Becoming his man-wife. A complete emasculation. Privately and publicly owned. Of course I would never do it. But I had to talk to him.
I sent him a message and he responded immediately.
“What are you looking for faggot?”
“Just looking to say hi sir.“ I said innocently enough
“I’m not here fucking around,” mark wrote back. “Sorry if you’re just gonna waste my time, if I was you, I would stop right now.“
“Lol, “I wrote back arrogantly. “ I read your profile and I just wanted to say hi.
“ I know closet fuckers like you. You just wanna jerk off to a conversation while you fantasize. Then you end up wasting my time. I’m not the one to fuck. I’ll tell you right now.
“Lol,“ I wrote again, stupidly.
There was a pause then. No response.
“Not you wasting your time, “ I said. It was a lie. He was absolutely right. I wanted to talk to him. Hear him call me faggots and jerk off to.
“In your profile, it says you’re looking to be completely owned. Total power exchange. That you’re into a humiliation, public submissiveness, etc. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I know I’ll get your little cock hard.”
And it did. I jerked while I told him.
“ Take over completely,“ I said. “Make me your slave and faggot bitch. Put me on a leash. Expose me to my friends and family. Make me your permanent slave. I want to suck and gag on your cock. I wanna take your big cock up my ass. I will fuck and suck whoever else you want. I will give you total control. I want to serve a real man”
“ do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do with you?”
I was in heat. Jerking furiously. I was breathing heavy.
“Do you boy?” He asked again. “You want me tell you exactly what I’m gonna do with you and how I will use you and make you my permanent bitch? You do, don’t you boy? You jerking that little cock off right now don’t your boy? You want to tell you exactly what’s gonna do with you?”
“Yes, sir! Please tell me”
“Send me a picture of your ass. The one I’m gonna fuck. Get on all for us and show me that. If you can’t do that and follow that first order, we’re not gonna go any further.”
I thought about it. It was just my ass. I decided to send him. My cock stayed hard the whole time I was setting up my phone on and getting on all fours. I sent it to him. Proud of myself because I knew he probably didn’t think I would.
“ good faggot,” he said. “ now send me a picture of your face.”
“No way,” I said.
“Don’t tell me no, faggot! Do it. Do it now!”
“No way,” I said again.
“Then we’re not gonna finish,” he said. “Goodbye faggot.”
I should’ve let him go. But I was in heat.
“Hold it! I’m afraid too. I’m not out.“
“I live three hours away”, he said. “You see my picture. Have we ever met before. What are the odds we’re going to meet? And what if we did? I’m not looking to ruin anybody’s life. I just wanna know what you look like. Plus I can’t put a name to the face. I just want to See if I’m interested at all.”
I thought about it. What he said made sense. He lived so far away. I would never meet him. And he had no other information about me.
I sent him a picture I found in my photo collage of me mid distance away, so it was kind of how to make out my features and wearing sunglasses.
“Nice,” he wrote back. “Nice hairy body. Are you still jerking? Let me send you one.”
And he sent a picture of his cock. It was nice and thick. And it was glistening in pre-cum.
“You want that, Don’t your boy?”
“ yes sir!”
“You want to gag on that cock don’t you boy?”
“Yes sir! I want to gag on your beautiful cock and text your cum.”
“ You want me to fuck that ass you sent me a picture of don’t your boy? you want my cock inside you and my cum filling your boy pussy!”
I was sure I was about to come. “Yes sir! Please fuck me like a little faggot bitch I am. Please make me yours.”
And then he messaged me phone number.
“Call me now, bitch! Don’t hesitate. I don’t think. I want to hear your voice. I wanna hear you when you come to the sound of my voice telling you to come. Do it now!!”
And I did! I had to! I had to hear my master‘s voice. I wanted him to give me the order to come. I wanted him to control my orgasm. To control me. I needed it. I didn’t think I dial dialed.
When you picked up, there was no sound at first
“ Hello?” I said. “Are you there?”
Still nothing. I was beginning to think it was all set up. Somebody actually wasting my time.
“Is this….”
And then I heard my masters, gravelly voice chuckle.
“Sir…?”
“Shut up, faggot. I’m doing something. Don’t talk until I give you permission.”
And even that order turned me on
“And don’t come yet.”
I stay quiet and listen to him, have no idea what was going on. Maybe somebody had walked in and he didn’t want to get caught. That’s what made the most sense. But that wasn’t it.
“ I know you’re still there boy. I can hear you breathing heavy.”
“Yes, sir! Can I come, sir? Please can I come?”
“Not yet,” he said. “Maybe not for a while.
And I got a sinking feeling in my stomach, even as I continue to masturbate. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled again. There was a cruelty in it. “We have some business to take care of before I let you come.”
“What kind of business, sir?”
“ Well, me taking complete ownership of you. Just like you said you wanted in your profile.”
And then I stopped masturbating. “Ummm… I didn’t mean…”
“ I’m sure you didn’t,“ he said. “You just want to talk and jerk and waste my time. But that’s not what’s gonna happen. I like your pictures boy. It’s gonna be fun making you mine.”
“This is getting a little creepy. I’m gonna hang up now.”
“ go ahead and hang up,” he said. “Mr. Jay Brighton.”
It stopped me immediately. I gut. Sweat began to form on my forehead. “How did you…”
“Jay Brighton. 555-643-1212. That’s what came up on my caller ID..” and now he was laughing outright.
I hadn’t thought of that! Holy shit! He knew who I was…
“That’s not really me,” I said.
And now his voice became stern. “That’s a lie faggot. And that’s the last time you’re gonna lie to me. From now on you told me everything I wanna know and only tell me the truth. Believe me, you wanna start this relationship off on my good side.”
“Well, even if it is….”
“And you know what I was doing while you were on the other end of the phone waiting for me to answer?”
I gulped again.” what?” Not knowing if I really wanted to hear the answer.
“Well, two things. First, I went to your Facebook. You popped right up. Along with all your friends and your family. Which I screenshot it. I also sent you a friend request that I suggest you accepting immediately. And then I went to my Spokeo account. Looked you up there. Got all your information. And the great thing about an account with them is you can look up endless people. So I’ve begun to look up all the people who shut up as your friends and relatives. And in time, I’ll look up everybody that they know. It even brought up your workplaces. I wonder what would happen if I sent some emails some of these people that included our little chat with you telling me how you want me to use you and to own you and all the things you want me to do to you. Send it with a screenshot of your profile. I’ll highlight the part of our thread. Will you send your ass picture to me. Send it and send it and keep sending it. How do you think that would go over?” And then he was laughing again.“I could push send right now and you would have a lot of questions to answer. And no matter what you said, they would not believe you. Hell, maybe I won’t send an email. Maybe I’ll message them directly and then follow up with the pictures in the chat thread”
Now I was sweating profusely.
“Please!” I couldn’t believe what I had done.
“You put in your profile that you like blackmail.”
“The fantasy of it!” I yelled.
“So you were wasting my time? I warned you not to do that. Don’t yell at me boy. I give the orders now. And you need to think very carefully, or maybe don’t think at all just follow them. I’m going to give you a set of orders if you don’t follow them I am pushing send. And I’m spending the rest of my night and the rest of the week pushing send. And wherever you go. Somebody will be getting a surprising email.”
“Please… “I whimpered. “Please please please don’t do this.”
“Shut up, boy. There’s enough begging in your future. And I do like to hear you beg. And I know somewhere not too deep inside you’re begging a superior man get your little dick hard too. But now is the time for action. Are you ready boy?”
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