#sirsslave

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Get your coat, faggot. You’ve pulled. 

You’re coming home with me. Ah - I don’t wanna hear it. Whatever it is you were about to say, whatever excuse you’ve got lined up, can it. You ain’t here with friends. You ain’t here with anybody. Bartender says you’ve been here alone since opening time, boy, and I’ve been propping up the bar for a good few hours now, watching you prancing around in that mankini or whatever it’s called. I’ve seen you hanging around outside the darkroom and the toilets with that cute little ‘fuck me’ look on your face, looking hopefully at every single daddy bear who walks past. 

Well it’s just about closing time. I’ve got a good drunk on already, but I know there’s a six pack of Bud in my fridge at home, and I’m gonna enjoy them all nice and slowly. And while I’m enjoying them, you’re gonna be on your knees between my legs, boy, keeping my cock good and wet. And I’m a slow drinker, faggot. I can make one beer last a good hour. You understand what I’m saying, boy? Thought so. 

Before we go anywhere, I’m gonna have to check out what I’m gonna be fucking later. Bend over my knee, son. Fuck yeah, good boy. Nice tight twink hole you got there. Feel my big middle finger sliding inside you? Yeah? That’s just a taste. Wait until you feel my cock up there. I’m gonna fucking ruin that cunt later on, faggot. 

Yeah, you fucking moan, boy. Boys who moan get spanked in public. 

One… two… three… four… five…hmmm. Your butt cheeks aren’t red enough, boy. Guess it’ll have to be my belt when we get back to mine. Like the sound of that, faggot? Being tied to the bed face down while Sir gives you a good hiding with his fucking belt? Yeeeeeah, you dirty little slut. Your cock just got rock hard, boy. Pity for you that we’ll be entirely ignoring it for the duration of the session. In fact, when you’re sucking me I’m gonna have my booted foot rested on top of your cock and balls, boy, and if I think you’re even thinking about touching yourself down there, I’ll be stamping on them. Hard. This six-hour suck session you’re about to give me is entirely to do with you mindlessly servicing my cock and my balls. As far as you’re concerned, boy, you don’t even exist below the waist. 

Get on your knees for me, boy. Nuzzle and lick my crotch for me while I finish my drink before we go. That’s a good cunt. 

Now, if you’re a good lad, after I’ve drunk all the beers, as I said before I’ll tie you face down to the bed and give you a good fucking flogging with my belt. Which, incidentally, you will beg for. Then I’ll reward you with a good, hard, bareback rape. And you’d better believe I’ll be breeding that cunt, boy. Again, at no point during this will you even think about touching yourself. Then I’ll drop you back here at opening time tomorrow, good and used. 

If you’re not a good lad, or if you don’t do as you’re told at any point, I’ll still be doing everything I’ve just described, but when I’ve finished I’ll be selling you to a slave training camp. There, you’ll have your cock locked up, you’ll have a shock collar put on you, you’ll have your teeth pulled out, and you’ll be forced to suck fat old men’s cocks and have your throat used as a fucking urinal, boy. And that’s before they auction you off to the highest bidder. So think very carefully before you disobey me. 

Now, stand up. Good boy. Go and get your coat, faggot. You’ve pulled. 

[sirhalls-pleasure-slave]

Plug in. Vibe on. Mind off.

#freeusetoy #sirsslave #sub #mindlessfucktoy

[slowlyhardgoatee]

You ain’t done yet, faggot. Not by a long way. You did a good job licking up my cum and piss off the floor, but now you’re gonna get it straight from the source. See, I ain’t washed my cock since I was balls deep up your unconscious cunt. You were out for a good while and I blew two or three loads of cream up that hole, boy, as well as a bladder full of piss. But if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s having a dirty dick. So, now you’re awake. Lucky you. You get to clean my dirty cock off, faggot. See all that slime all over it? That’s off your cunt. Probably a mixture of mine and your Owner’s cum, your natural pussy juice and my piss. You made the mess, faggot, you clean it up. Open wide, pig. Now. 

That’s it, boy, every inch needs cleaning. Get it right down the back of that throat. Yeah, boy, that’s what your cunt tastes like. I hope you like- 

Hold on a second, faggot, are you playing with yourself? Oh no. No no no don’t you fucking dare. Hands off. In fact, give ‘em here. New rule, boy. Every time you’re sucking on a cock from now on, there’ll be a decision to make. Either your hands get cuffed behind your back for the duration of the blow job, or your hands go up on the bloke’s chest and you work his nipples for him. It’s up to him, of course, your opinion obviously doesn’t ever matter. Me, I like getting my nips tugged on while I’m raping a boy’s throat. Hands up, pig. Yeah, fuckin’ pull on ‘em, boy. Harder. You do not, ever, touch your tiny little pin-dick without permission, d’you hear me, faggot? Not even to piss. The sooner that cock cage turns up, the better. I look forward to locking it myself before making you beg me to piss all over your face. 

Ah, if only your slut of a wife could see you now, eh? Servicing four blokes’ cocks one after the other without a word of complaint. It’s like you really know your place. Now keep tugging on them nipples, pig boy. It’s time to swallow my cum. You ready, faggot? Here it comes… here it comes… tug on ‘em, fucker, you fuuuuuucking dirty little SLUT. FUCK yeah, boy, swallow it all. Good pig. Now hold still. Time you swallowed a hot load of my beer piss, and all. Don’t you fucking move, boy. Here it comes. 

Aaaahhhhh, fuck yeah that feels so great. Drink it down, you slut. Y’know, I only live up the street and I had booked a plumber to come out to my house next week - pipes are backing up so using the bathroom is kinda iffy right now - but now I know your toilet pig mouth is gonna be readily available, I can just come round here when I need to piss, can’t I? I might just cancel him and get someone to rip the bathroom out entirely. Set up a fuck sling in there instead and have you over whenever I want. Sound good to you, pig? Hahaha - don’t even bother answering, boy, that pin-dick of yours just got rock hard. Too bad for you it’ll end up locked up in a cock cage for the rest of your life and be completely ignored. Hey Terry, when did you say this faggot’s cock cage turns up? Is it next week? Yeah? Hmmm, that’s far too long away for my liking, boy. Tell you what, guys - you three keep passing this faggot around between you. I’ll run home real quick - a boy I was chatting with online last month begged me to buy a collar and cock cage for him, but I haven’t mailed them to him yet. Cage’ll probably be a little too big for this pig’s needle-cock, but it’s better than nothing. Least then he can focus on being a full-time hole without getting distracted by his pathetic excuse for a pecker every five minutes. You guys carry on belting and breeding his cunt. I’ll be right back. 

TO BE CONTINUED…?

[slowlyhardgoatee]

(This is for/inspired by @wrestleafterdark2)

Ah, there it is.

The sweet sound of a faggot in pain. Like music to my ears, that is. I have to confess, when I heard you were on the verge of being kicked out of college I told the dean I’d get you back on track, and when you said you’d do anything to retain your scholarship… well. 

I think you know what’s in store for you from now on, boy. Regular classes are cancelled as far as you’re concerned. You’re here to submit, serve and suffer - and let me tell you those nipple clamps you’re wearing and that cock cage I’ve got you in are just the start. Lucky for me you’ve got a pretty big cock. You know I bought a cock cage I knew would be far too small for you and made you put it on anyway, just so I’d see you writhe in pain every time you moved. And as for those nipple clamps, boy, I’ll be spending a lot of time tugging on the chain that connects them - purely because it causes you pain. In fact, I’ll be spending even more time using that chain to pull them so hard it rips them off you altogether. Then I’ll put them back on you and have you beg me to rip ‘em off you again. I’m gonna shred your nipples for you by the end of the semester, faggot. And you’ll beg me to do it. 

I told the dean I’d have you doing work for me for extra credit - and that’s certainly true. I just didn’t tell him what kind of work. So here’s how this is gonna go. That cock cage and those clamps do not come off, at all, between now and Christmas break. I mean you’re gonna be wearing them 24/7, faggot. In addition to this, I notice that some of the other guys in your frat house refer to you as a brown-noser because you’re the only one of them to get into college on a scholarship. That’s certainly gonna be true as well, boy, because your main duties while you’re working for me are gonna be to replace all my toilet paper. With your tongue. That’s right, boy, you’re gonna be my personal order-following rim slave. Starting right this second. And if you hesitate for even a second to do exactly as you’re told, I’m flushing your scholarship down the nearest toilet, before making you beg me to piss in your fucking mouth. On your back under that rim chair, faggot. Now. Head on that hard cushion underneath it. No, it’s not comfortable. I don’t give a fuck. Your comfort is my last consideration, boy. Yeah, scream while I tug on that chain, faggot. Remember what you’re fucking here for. 

Atta fucking boy. Let me just sit down… there. Get really used to that view, boy - you’ll be seeing it for just about every waking moment for the next four months. Oh you ain’t going back to that frat house. No, I need your body and mouth on tap. You’ll sleep right in this office, in the back. The first thing I’m gonna need every morning when I come in is a good, hungry rim job. 

Speaking of which, get started. Go on, pig. Time to turn you into a proper brown-noser. What’s the holdup, boy, why are you hesitating? Don’t make me remind you of what happens if you hesitate to follow an order. I know it’s not fucking clean back there, that’s what you’re for, remember? Now, French kiss my dirty, sweaty arsehole like you fucking mean it, pig. Go on. Get that faggot tongue all the fucking way up there. Go on, boy. Far as you can get it. Thaaaat’s the fucking stuff, you dirty little slut. Fuck yeah, pig boy. Yeah, fucking make out with my arsehole, you cunt. Good boy. 

Oh - I didn’t say stop. Just because I’m tugging on that chain a little doesn’t mean you stop, boy. If anything it means tongue my hole harder. Get it proper deep up in there. That’s it. Right… fucking… there. Good pig. Your new extra credit classes are gonna be Rim Jobs 101, Pain Pig Tutorial and Cock and Ball Worship Workshop. You only pass the semester and keep your scholarship if I say you get 100% in each one. If you don’t, I rip up your scholarship and stuff the paper in your fucking mouth while I rape a load up your faggot cunt. Then I’ll make you re-sit every extra credit class from the beginning. Sound good to you, pig? Yeah, course it fucking does. Keep licking my arse out, faggot. You ain’t barely even started with me yet. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Face it, faggot. 

You lost. You are finally going to be legally recognised as a second- or maybe even third-class citizen of this country. And I’ll be right here ready to rape you with impunity when the new guy in the chair starts signing the paperwork to say so. All these years of equal rights this and Pride marches that… and look what it’s got you. Fucking look at yourself, faggot. On your knees, shackled to the floor by your ankles, collared, cuffed and with your useless cock caged - just as it should be. In fact, I’m gonna take a selfie to remember this as the exact moment that I took full Ownership of your faggot hole. There.

Now, I’m not saying I agree with everything he was saying he’s gonna do at all. I fully support women’s reproductive rights. I was fully on board to vote Democrat. But then she starts talking about advocating for the protection of gay rights - fuck that. Faggots are naturally inferior, and they should know it, and society should reflect that. And now, finally, society agrees. If it was up to me, it’d be illegal for faggots like you to even get hard, never mind married. That’s why I’ve got you wearing a cock cage. It’s never coming off. None of it is. You’re gonna spend the next four years in that collar and cuffs, faggot, begging fat old Republican men to rape your faggot cunt raw. Because this isn’t about repressed fag-hood- my buddies and I are all straight. But we absolutely love taking advantage of a cunt. We don’t discriminate. And we’ll be taking full advantage of yours, faggot. And it’ll all be legal. 

I know it’s technically a couple of months until inauguration day, but given I’ve already got you locked down - thank god for date rape drugs, huh? - you ain’t going anywhere anyway so as far as you’re concerned, he’s already in power. In fact, just to drive the point home, as of right now I’m gonna tune the TV to a 24/7 news channel, so you can watch your rights get taken away in real time. And every time you see his face on that screen, you’re gonna beg for my belt. You’re gonna beg me to inflict pain on you, and every time I do, you’re gonna thank me for it. Me and my buddies are gonna pass you around like a fucking joint at a frat party, faggot. And come inauguration day, well. 

On that morning my buddies will be over here early. They will all be horned up. There will be a fridge full of beer, and you will be kneeling right there, collared and cuffed. I’ll be clear, faggot, on that day, absolutely nothing will be off limits. They can piss on you and in you. They can whip you, belt you, slap you, use your butt cheeks and balls as an ashtray and even shit in your fucking mouth for all I care. I know at least one of my buddies actively voted for this guy, and I can tell you now he’s gonna have you following fucking orders to the letter. And if I know him well, he’ll have you doing the most degrading, humiliating, fucked up sex shit possible - and he’ll laugh at how fucking pathetic you are while you do it. He’s well into his sixties now, and last time I shared a faggot with him a couple of years back, he had it begging him to piss in its mouth. He laughed at the faggot while using it as a urinal, then after it swallowed his beer piss he bent it over his knee and had it screaming ‘Thank you Grandpa’ while he spanked its ass red raw. Faggot was eight hours into its eighteenth birthday at the time and it begged for every slap. Anyway, after we’d both spunked in its holes we just kicked it out onto the street in broad daylight, still naked. 

Now, we’re not gonna kick you out, obviously. But you can guarantee my buddies and I will be raping and breeding both your holes whenever we want. Fat, old, Republican cock is gonna rule your fucking life for the next four years, faggot. And there’ll be nothing you can do about it, you inferior fucking slave. You don’t get to say no to anything. You do as you’re told. Your body, our choice. Following orders is what you’re for, from now on. The only phrases allowed out of your faggot pig mouth are ‘Yes Sir’ and ‘Thank you Sir’ - that is when you’re not begging for my fucking belt. I can’t wait to spend the next four whole years destroying you mentally and destroying your twat physically while your rights get stripped away right in front of you on live TV. Speaking of which, I’m gonna turn the TV on, faggot. Get ready to scream for Sir’s belt whenever you see that guy’s face, you cunt. And while you’re doing that, remember this: you are now legally inferior to me and all other Real Men. No one is coming to help you. You have no phone - I destroyed it once the roofies took hold. You have no clothes - I set fire to them and then pissed on them to put it out. No one has the slightest idea where you are. And now you’re gonna spend the next four years suffering for the pleasure of fat old Republican men who voted against you receiving anything like equal rights. When you beg for pain, when you can barely walk after we’ve spent all weekend destroying that cunt of yours, I want you to remember your inferiority. Remember that people voted to make you inferior. It’s what you need. It’s what all faggots need. Control. Discipline. Servitude and suffering. What do you say, faggot? Eh? Yeah. That’s right. ‘Thank you SIR’. Good pig. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Pig, wake up. Welcome back to hell. You probably feel a bit full up and uncomfortable right now - that’s because as well as raping you with his baseball bat of a cock, Bill took the chance to piss up your cunt while you were out. And he’s put a pig-tail butt plug up there to keep his piss in you. He’ll take it out when he’s ready. In the mean time, you just stay lying on your back like that while I put this chair over your face. Notice that the legs are about half-height, so that your head just fits under it but you can’t really move, and how the seat of it has been cut out. Now if I just sit down, you get a face full of my arse. Look at it. Sniff it. Smell my crack. Yeah, you like that, pig? Your needle dick sure does, hehe. And I’ve not even cleaned up back there. You really are a dirty little faggot boy, ain’t’cha?

Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna eat my arse out. Gonna shove your tongue right up there. Go on, pig. I know you want to, boy, that pin-dick of yours is leaking already. 

Yeeeeaaahh, good pig. Make out with my dirty sweaty arsehole. Tongue me like you’re trying to taste what I had for breakfast, faggot. Lick my fucking prostate for me. Fuck yeah, pig, just like that. Deeper. Yeah, fucking moan while you tongue my shit pipe, cunt boy. This is a pig boy’s wildest dream, isn’t it? Eh? 

Now, lift your legs up. Bill’s gonna come and pull out the butt plug. When he does, I want you to relax and push at the same time. Ready? Bill, pull it out in one… two… THREE. 

Aaaaaahh, that feels great. I’ve been holding that in for ages. Yeah, you weren’t expecting that, were you, pig? I just farted in your fucking mouth while all Bill’s piss and cum came gushing out of your cunt. Now I’m gonna stand up - there we go - and I’ll take the chair away. 

I want you on your hands and knees, pig. Back arched and ready for my big dick in your faggot hole. Meanwhile, Bill’s piss and cum needs licking up off the floor, boy. Get to work. I’m gonna flood your fucking guts with my cum while you lick up and swallow his mess like the toilet pig you are. Then I think he’ll want to rape another load down the back of your faggot throat, am I right Bill? Yeah, thought so. Here comes my dick, pig. Scream about it if you want. In fact, I insist. I wanna hear you screaming while I rape that cunt. 

Oh fuck that is one sloppy hole, faggot. Just how I like it. I’m gonna be up your twat for a long fucking time, boy. A long fucking time. Now that floor won’t lick itself clean, pig. Get down to it. Good faggot.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Hehehe - bet you didn’t have ‘being sold into prostitution’ on your 2024 personal bingo card, did ya boy? No. Before I sent Krystal over to that guy’s house, he was still on the phone to me and while he was paying for her he mentioned he’d got a faggot he wanted to offload. Rather than him paying the full £1500 for Krystal, he offered to give you to me as part payment so he actually only ended up paying £250 to spend four hours fucking her in front of you. And I understand she was your wife, that right? Hahaha - that is hilarious. What a dumb faggot. 

Well, I hope the taste of her pussy juice is still in your mouth, boy, because it’s the last time you’ll ever taste it. Just out of curiosity - how old are you, exactly? …Only 21? And you were already married? Wow. You look younger than 21. Shave that stubble off and you’d look MUCH younger. I bet you could pass for 18 no problem at all. Hmmm. In fact, I think that’s what I’m gonna brand you as. A newly out, young slim faggot twink just DAYS past his 18th birthday and looking for dirty old men to use and abuse him. Your previous Owner there tells me you do it all, boy. Piss drinking, fart worship, cum eating, the lot. Apparently you can take a good belting as well. And, as a little caveat… wait, how old’s your father? …55? Perfect. I’ll say your holes are exclusively to be used by men over 55. And the fatter, meaner and hairier, the better. I’ve been wanting to branch out into peddling faggot tail for ages, and fags fucking love being smacked around in my experience. Well, maybe they don’t love it, but they certainly deserve it. 

Now - see that hair removal cream on the table there, boy? Fucking cover yourself in it. Everywhere from the nose down, faggot. I want you entirely hairless. I’ve got plenty more if you use up that tub. Don’t skimp on it, boy. Armpits, pubes and ball hair, arse crack, the works. I want you smooth. Good lad. 

That you all covered? Good. You need to leave it on for a bit, so while you’re waiting you can suck my dick. I should probably sample the merchandise, anyway. I certainly did with your wife. And she had a baggy hole, you know. Must have been from all the Real Men’s dicks she was taking behind your back. 

Speaking of which, look at that fat cock, boy. You’re gonna eat it like it’s your last meal. Slurp and slobber all over it, pig. Need it. Go on, boy, get it in your fucking mouth. Eat it. That’s the stuff, you slut. All the way down. 

Yeah, fat hairy blokes your dad’s age are gonna pay top dollar for your barely legal cunt, boy. I’ll make sure of it. Looking forward to pimping your holes out to whoever I want for as much money as I want. Because that’s the other thing, boy. You’re a prostitute in name only - the reality is, you ain’t gonna see a penny. It’s all done by bank transfer, and the account’s in my name. Basically, you’re gonna spend the foreseeable future getting raped bareback by blokes older than your dad - maybe even old enough to be your granddad, boy, imagine that - for free, as far as you’re concerned.

Oh, and one more thing - if you think that cock cage is coming off just because you’ve been sold to a new Owner, boy, you’re very much mistaken. Bill handed me the key to that thing - and I laughed and snapped it in half. He laughed, and all. Then he watched me drop both halves down the nearest drain. You’re nothing but a pair of holes, boy. A proper public cum dump. Now hold still. My hand’s on the back of your head because I don’t want you thinking you can pull off of my cock before I want you to. My cream’s going straight down the back of your slut boy throat. Then you can wash off that hair removal stuff before I start selling you to hairy fat old men to get good and fucked. And believe me, faggot, there’ll be a queue. Here it comes, pig. Make sure you swallow the fucking lot. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Knees, boy. 

Good lad. Y’know, there were a couple of things about your DaddyHunt profile that really intrigued me. One is that you said you were looking at exploring your kink of being collared and Owned. Now that’s something I can definitely help with. Look to your left. See that studded collar over there on the floor? Pick it up and hand it to me. Look up at me, boy. Now, beg me to put this collar on you. Go on. Louder, faggot. Mean it. Good boy. That’s it on. 

The second thing was that you’re apparently married? That right? How old are you, twenty? Mmm. Young to be married, though. Still, your profile said you and your husband have an ‘agreement’. So out of respect for your husband, not you, I’m gonna give you ten seconds to change your mind before I lock that collar in place. 

….No? Ok then - that’s it locked. You are now my property, faggot. And you’re gonna get used and abused. First things first, boy - open wide. I gotta take a leak, and your toilet mouth is where it’s going. Oh, now you hesitate? Look - It’s either down your throat or all over your face, boy, which is it? 

Yeah, just as I thought. Keep still… aaaaah, fuck that feels good. Putting a faggot’s toilet mouth to its proper use. Swallow it all, pig. Good boy. Now if I turn around… Yeeeeeah, get that tongue right up my shit hole, faggot. Lick my fucking prostate for me. Pig. Keep going… good fucking boy. 

There. Now look at yourself in the mirror over there, faggot. On your knees, wearing a locked collar you begged for, mouth tasting of all the piss you’ve just swallowed and your face covered in skid marks after you’ve had your full tongue up a fat old man’s sweaty, dirty arsehole. You’re nothing but a toilet pig, boy. And that’s what I’ll be keeping you here for. I’ll never have to buy toilet paper again, boy, not while that talented tongue’s in your faggot mouth. You ain’t going anywhere. You’ll certainly never see your husband again. But I’ll send him a little message in a bit, let him know what his toilet slave husband is doing instead of coming home to him. I can get twink boys pretty much on tap - hell, I bred an 18-year-old last week who was nervous at first, but eventually I had him screaming ‘Thank you, Grandad’ every time I thrusted up his cunt - but a bona fide toilet pig like you, boy, they’re hard to come by. No, I’ll be keeping you collared, tied up and ball-gagged, faggot, and the only time the gag gets removed is when I need a piss. Clear? Good boy. 

It’s lights out time, faggot. That means I’m gonna be knocking you unconscious and then breeding your pig boy cunt while you’re passed out. That’s the only way you’re ever gonna get fucked by me, boy. But don’t worry - when I want you to wake up I’ll just piss all over your face. Sweet dreams, pig. And remember - you begged for that collar, boy. This is entirely your own doing. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Well, you’ve been fully locked and collared for a few days now, boy. Hope you’re getting used to it, because that device ain’t ever coming off your needle-dick. Is it uncomfortable? Yeah? Good. No more than you deserve. 

You might be wondering why Terry and I had a fight when I got back to his with your cage and collar. You were getting spit-roasted by Frank and Steve at the time, I think. Yeah, that’s right actually, I remember because Frank was fucking destroying your cunt with that fat cock of his and you were screaming, begging big Frank to stop, and every time you did, he just went ‘What was that, pig? ‘Harder please, Sir’, did you say?’ and kept raping you. 

Anyway - we fought because when I got here to my house to pick up the cage and collar, I texted Terry saying since I was gonna be the one providing and locking the cock cage on you, that I would assume full Ownership of your body and expected him to transfer three-quarters of the money he’d drained from your account into my own. Anyway, we fought about it, but I won eventually. 

So that’s why you’re here. I know no one asked you, but that’s because it doesn’t matter what you think. You exist to do as you’re fucking told by Real Men. You’re a faggot. Inferior. Worth nothing but the value you hold as a no-limits cum pig.

Actually, speaking of which, one thing Terry did tell me he’d been doing with your money was splurging it on prostitutes - male and female - and one of the female ones was your fucking wife! Haha! Apparently she’s got quite the talented mouth. Goes by the name Krystal. And she swallows to order, without hesitation. Proper little whore. 

Y’know what, faggot, I’m getting an idea. Yeah… yeah - Terry gave me the number he had for the guy who pimped her out to him. Hang on, I’m calling him now.

Hey, yeah is this Mike? If I give you an address, I’d like to get Krystal over here for a few hours. How much is that? Fifteen hundred for four hours? Deal. And she’s available now? Perfect. Yeah, let me just get a bank card and I’ll give you the address… 

Don’t you fucking move, fag. Back in a sec.

[a few minutes later]

There. Come over here - crawl - and kneel in front of me. Get my dick out, stick out your tongue. Rest my fat cock head on your outstretched tongue, boy. DO NOT suck me. Just stay still. The next place my cock is going is right up your wife’s hole. Raw. It’s settled - your prostitute wife is gonna come over here, and you’re gonna watch me fuck her, knowing that you paid over a grand to watch your own wife get her twat filled by a Real Man. Yeah, that’s right - filled. I have absolutely no intention of pulling out of her cunt until I’ve spunked up it. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees her collared and caged faggot of a husband desperately begging to lick her pussy juice off my cock while she watches. I mean I’m gonna have you screaming for it, boy. Then, just because I can, I’m gonna piss in your fucking mouth. Show her what a dirty fucking toilet pig you really are. 

Oh - there goes the door bell. Showtime. On your hands and knees, pig. Now. Head bowed. You got that pig tail butt plug up there, boy? Yeah? Good. Actually, here - open your mouth. I’m gonna put my belt in there. That’s it, boy, hold Sir’s belt between your teeth. Once I let her in, I’ll walk over to you, take my belt out your mouth and beat your arse with it in front of her. Don’t forget to scream ‘Thank you SIR!’ while looking her full in the face. Pig. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

It was dark by the time we got back here, and he was still unconscious so I carried him into the house and as soon as we were inside I stripped him and put his clothes in the fireplace. Then I zip tied his wrists to his ankles, and revived him with smelling salts. Gave him seven or eight good hard slaps to each side of his face once he was awake, too. You don’t have to do that when you use smelling salts on someone, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to smack him around a little. 

‘Faggot’, I said, ‘welcome to your new life. As of right this second, you’re a slave. You exist to follow orders and service my dick. I’ve already drained your bank account and kidnapped you. No one knows where you are. Since you were begging to be gang raped on Grindr, that’s what’s gonna happen to you here, eventually. 

‘You might notice that you’re naked, and your wrists are tied to your ankles. Now I’m gonna stand you up - you’ll still be bent over - and position you to face the fireplace where I’ve put your clothes. I’m gonna set fire to your clothes, faggot, and then I’m gonna rape you raw while you watch them burn.’

And I bred him for the first time. I stuffed a pair of his wife’s knickers in his mouth while I raped him. When I pulled out, I walked round to stand in front of him. 

‘See this dick, faggot? See all that mess on it? That’s your fucking cherry. Lick it off. Lick my cock clean, pig. And fucking make sure you swallow.’ 

I took his slut wife’s undies out his mouth and shoved my cock in there, balls deep. And he licked me clean like the pig he is.

‘You might as well take that wedding ring off, faggot,’ I said when he’d finished. ‘You’ll never see your wife again. You’re my property now.’ And I made him hold his wedding ring between his teeth. ‘I’m gonna piss through the hole of your wedding ring into your mouth now, boy. And you’re gonna drink it down. And if a single drop of my piss goes anywhere but down your throat, I’ll have you over the sofa arm taking a flogging off my belt - and I’ll salt the fucking wounds, boy. Clear?’ And it was muffled but he said ‘Yes SIR!’ Screamed it, in fact. ‘Good pig,’ I said. ‘Yes Sir and Thank You Sir are the only phrases allowed out of your faggot mouth from now on. Understand me, boy?’ Again that muffled ‘Yes SIR’. And y’know what? He swallowed every drop. 

After he’d done, I slapped him around some more. One hard slap to his right cheek for being a faggot in the first place, and one to his left cheek for being a piss drinking slut. And he screamed ‘THANK YOU SIR!’ after every slap. It’s carried on like that for three weeks. He wakes up in the morning, throats my meat, swallows a load of my cum, presents his cunt for a good hard rape, cleans his pussy juice off my cock and then drinks down a stream of my last night’s beer piss. Every day. And now we’re here. 

Now, his mouth is obviously occupied, but his cunt is very much available. Who wants to fuck the first load of the afternoon up his twat? Bill? Steve? Frank? 

Haha, boy, you’re busy sucking me off but hear that? Frank’s unbuckling his belt, and he’s got a thick eight-incher just for you. Get that back arched. That’s it. 

Ready, Frank? Don’t worry about lube, his hole’s probably still sloppy from my morning load earlier. Rape him. Hard. Don’t let up, and don’t pull out. Let’s spit roast this pig. And remember, if he cums, ignore it. I’ve got a cock cage on order for him, but it’s not coming until next week so we’ll just have to live with it for now. 

Yeeeeaaaahh, hahaha yeah you fucking scream into my cock, faggot. God that feels good. That’s Frank’s fat fucking cock tearing you a fucking new one, pig. Keep that back arched, and clench those fucking puss muscles for him. Frank’s gonna breed his babies up your faggot cunt, and I’ve got another load for your fucking mouth. Then it’ll be Bill’s turn to rape you. Then Steve’s. You getting the picture, pig? You’re a slave. Nothing but a public cum dump. A breed pig, just like you were begging for on Grindr. And I’m gonna make sure you get treated like one. Now hold still, boy. Me and Frank are fixing to cum at the same time. Here it fucking comes, slut. Fuck, fuck, ffffuuuuuck yeah you CUNT. There. Swallow it all, faggot. Hope you’re up for another bareback breeding, boy, because it looks like Bill’s getting ready to fuck. And he’s got an even thicker piece of meat than Frank. Oh wait - Bill, are you…? Oh fuck yeah, faggot, Bill’s taking his belt off. Looks like you’d better get ready for a flogging, boy. Remember - back arched. In fact, fuck it. Beg him, boy. Beg Big Daddy Bill for a good hard belting. Beg. Loud. 

Bill, feel free to belt this faggot until he passes out. Then you can rape him until he wakes up. No resistance to that fat fucking cock of yours if he’s unconscious, is there? You can just slide in and breed. After that we’ll see what Steve wants to use him for.

Hahaha, look at that, Bill. His little needle dick’s leaking over the thought of getting belted and raped. What a pathetic slut. 

Sweet dreams, faggot. Feel free to scream your ‘Thank you SIR’ after every lash until you pass out. Whore.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Fellas, I’d like to introduce you to someone. 

This is my new faggot. C’mere, boy, don’t be nervous. You’ll get really used to my mates seeing you naked, don’t you worry about that. 

Now, I took possession of this faggot about three weeks ago, and I’ve been raping both his holes multiple times a day ever since. I’m still training him, but watch, right - 

Faggot, I’m kicking back with a cold one right now and talking to the guys. Where does my dick belong? 

There, look - see how he instantly drops to his knees? Get my dick out, faggot, and bury it down the back of your throat. Yeah, just like that. That’s where you’ll stay while I finish telling this story, understand? Suck me once for ‘yes’, twice for ‘Sir’. Good pig. 

So like I was saying, I got this faggot about three weeks back. You’ll all remember how Karen left me last year, and I didn’t know what to do for a little while, but about six months ago I started up a painting and decorating business. Last month I got a job painting a house from top to bottom. The house belonged to this faggot right here, and his slut wife, and- 

OY! Listen here, faggot. I’m talking about you, not to you. Do not, ever, try biting me. I’ll belt you bloody and then piss on the wounds. Clear? Does it upset you, me talking about your wife? What are you gonna do, eh? Suck my dick about it? Listen to me, faggot. Your wife was - is - a slut. Know how I know? Every house I decorated, I made sure at some point to go into the couple’s bedroom and find the wife’s underwear drawer, and blow a load all over her bras and panties. And I did it at your house too. Many times. On that last day, I spunked all over your slut wife’s fuckin’ undies, boy, and as I was wiping my dick clean on her lace panties, I noticed a pack of Trojan condoms in her underwear drawer. Now, I think we can all see that that little needle dick you’re sporting there couldn’t fill a Trojan, could it? No. So that settles it. Your wife was fucking around on you. She is a slut. Just like you. In fact, I’d bet she’s getting her cunt stuffed by a Real Man right this second, and screaming for more. Now get that dick back in your fucking mouth and don’t interrupt me again. What d’you say, boy? Suck me to say it. Once for ‘yes’, twice for ‘Sir’. Slut.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, so this house was owned by this here faggot, and his SLUT of a wife. Like I say, I was just about finished up with the painting, but I realised I’d left something in the living room so went in to get it. His wife was out working, or probably more likely getting fucked, and he wasn’t in the living room, but he’d left his phone on the arm of a chair, and it was unlocked - and he had Grindr open. So I sat down and read through his Grindr messages, and let me tell you there was some filthy stuff in there. Mostly him begging businessmen to use him as a breed pig in anonymous hotel rooms and stuff. 

Anyway, this faggot came back into the living room. By this point I’ve unzipped my trousers and I’m stroking my dick over his messages. He goes ‘What are you doing?’ and I went ‘I’ve got one more thing left to paint in this house, faggot’ - and showed him his phone screen with the messages on it - ‘the back of your fucking throat.’ 

‘What do you mean?’ he asked, so I just went ‘I mean if you don’t want your wife to find out you’re on Grindr begging for cock, you’d better get my dick in your faggot mouth and I’ll spray my cum all over your fucking tonsils’. 

And he did. And I did. 

While he was sucking me, I screenshotted all the Grindr messages and sent them to his wife. Then I set myself up as a recipient on his banking app, and drained his bank account into my own. Then I took a couple of videos of him eating my dick while I called him every slut, faggot and pig under the sun. Sent those to his wife as well, and the message ‘Look what your faggot husband gets up to when you’re out.’

Then I fucked a load into his mouth and made sure he swallowed the lot. Then I punched him and knocked him out, manually picked him up, threw him over my shoulder and put him in the back of my van, and drove him back here.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[slowlyhardgoatee]

I couldn’t believe the rumours were true. 

A couple of my mates told me about this new go-go dancing boy at The Eagle who loved nothing better than sucking fat old bears’ cocks. I went down there with them last night and there you were, boy. 

I remember one of my mates pointed you out to me - you were just finishing up a routine and had all these low-value bills in the waistband of your jock - and he said ‘Here, there’s that faggot we were telling you about’. And I said back to him, ‘You watch. That faggot’s gonna be my slave within the hour.’ 

I sidled up to you at the bar, boy, remember? Didn’t even look at you, but I felt you notice me. I turned 60 yesterday, boy, and it seems big, stocky old granddads like me are just your fucking type because I literally heard you intake your breath. I said ‘Haven’t seen you here before, boy. You new?’ And you stammered out some stuff about you’d only been there a couple weeks, you only turned 18 last month, and then went quiet. And I just went, ‘I think that money in your panties belongs to me, doesn’t it, faggot?’ And you instantly said ‘Yes, Sir’, and I took my fucking time taking every single bill out of your waistband while you whimpered. 

I ordered a beer at that point, and when it came I said ‘I think it’s time you were on your knees, boy, don’t you?’ And you said ‘Yes, Sir’ again, and instantly got down on your knees, so I just pulled my cock out of my pants and said ‘Eat it, pig. All the fucking way down. Deep throat that granddad cock. Slut. You ain’t getting off my cock until I’ve finished my beer and blown a load down your fucking throat, faggot, is that clear? Tug on Granddad’s nipples if you understand.’

And you did. Just like a good pig. 

Of course, I had to keep that promise I made to my mates though, so when I was close, I said ‘I think what you really need, boy, is to be my full-time cum dump slave, isn’t it pig?’  And then I put my hands firmly at the back of your head and said, ‘Boy, we’ve already established that you’re an inferior sub faggot. If you agree that you also need to be my full time slave, all you need to do is keep sucking that fat cock.’ You tried pulling off, but I just went ‘Ah - I don’t think so, pig. You ain’t getting off my cock until I’ve dumped a load down your faggot throat, remember?’ And you whimpered again, but kept sucking. ‘So’, I said, ‘it’s agreed. You’re my full time breed pig and slave, isn’t that right, faggot? Suck me once for ‘Yes’, twice for ‘Granddad’. Good pig.’ As for what happened next… well. You know all about what happened next, don’t you boy? 

Yeah, you do. That collar I put on you in front of everyone last night tells a full story. And guess what’s gonna happen now, boy? Now it’s time for you to take your first good hard breeding as a collared slave. Lie on your front, faggot. Good boy. Now, you’re gonna keep your face and shoulders on the floor, and bring your knees up below your arse. Yeah, just like that. Reach back so your hands are holding your butt cheeks - good lad - and now spread ‘em. Spread that cunt as wide as you can, pig. That’s the fucking stuff. Look at that arse. Ripe for a rape. Ready to get bred for the first time, boy? Yeah? Then beg for it, pig. Beg me to rape that faggot pig hole. That’s exactly what I wanna hear out of your mouth, boy - ‘Rape my pathetic faggot pig hole raw please Granddad’ - go on, cunt, say it. Louder. Louder, pig boy. Fucking scream it.

Yeeeeeah, good pig. Here it comes, slut boy. Here comes Granddad’s meat. Fuuuuuck yeah that’s a tight cunt. I’m gonna be breaking it in good and proper tonight, I can promise you that much, faggot. You’re gonna take me balls deep until I say otherwise. It’s gonna hurt. But you’ll learn to beg for more. You’ll learn to crave my meat, faggot. Now hold still, pig. Granddad’s gonna breed. Oh fuck yeah… fuck yeah… tighten that cunt up for me, pig boy - oh, fuck yeah you diiiiirty little slut. Yeah! Get that fucking fat old granddad cream right up ya, you CUNT. FUCK. 

Fuuuucking hell, pig. That’s how you break in a slave. Did you cream? No? Good. Get really fucking used to it. My cock’s the only one that gets off round here, slut. Now go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. When you come out, I hope you’re ready for my belt across your arse. For a start. That slave collar’s never coming off you, faggot. Welcome to your new life as an owned pig. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Son, I know classes were cancelled at college today, so I thought I’d take you into work with me. 

Sort of a ‘bring your kid to work’ kind of thing, you know? I know you’re only my stepson, not my actual son, and you’re hardly a kid at 18, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Plus you’ve expressed an interest in the construction business before, and I think I’ve got the perfect role for you today. 

See, I’ve got a big meeting in a couple hours with my boss and his team, where if all goes well, they’ll be approving funding for a big new project. My boss has said he wants to see something  ‘eye-catching and fresh’ and what he’s gonna see, boy, is you - on your back under my office chair which doubles as a rim seat. He’s gonna see you making out with my arsehole for the duration of the meeting, boy, which I expect to last for a good couple of hours. He’s gonna hear you moaning in pleasure as you lick, suck on and tongue your own stepdad’s sweaty arsehole, and if they approve the funding, there’s a bottle of whisky in my desk drawer which I’ll be passing around to them - before I pass you around them, and all. That’s right, faggot boy, my boss and his whole team are gonna get good and drunk and then be invited to bareback rape both your slutty holes from the end of the meeting until closing time. Imagine that, boy. Eight fat old construction daddies passing you around like a whore. Hell, I might even keep the office open late. 

Don’t act like you’re shocked, faggot. I know you’ve been eyeing me up for months, don’t think I ain’t seen ya, boy. You’re tenting your fucking trousers just thinking about it. Slut. In fact, I think we need a practice session before the meeting, boy. Or maybe I just need to feed you my cock. Yeah, I think that’ll do. On your fucking knees, pig boy. Good. Open fucking wide. You ready for your stepdad’s big dick, faggot? Yeah? Ready to swallow what I feed you, boy? Yeah, course you fucking are, fucking pig like you. Go on then, boy. Get that meat in your faggot mouth. Good boy. Suck it nice… and slow… FUCK yeah. Good pig. Right to the fucking bristles like a good little whore. 

Hold still now, son, I’m gonna paint your fucking tonsils for ya. Fuck yeah… fuck yeah… oh fuck, boy, I’m gonna fuuuuuuucking shoot - fuck, you dirty little SLUT. FUCK. Oh no, don’t you fucking dare pull off, faggot. No, you’re gonna swallow the fucking lot. Every drop. Theeeeere ya go. Good pig. Show Daddy your empty mouth. Good boy. Let’s get going then. It’s a half-hour drive to the office, and I want you sucking me off like your life depends on it the whole way there, pig. Get in the fucking car. Good boy. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Welcome, son. 

I guess you’re here to interview for that position under Colin, am I right? Good. Well, I’m Colin. Morning. Sorry for the mess in here, plus I’m not really dressed for an interview, but… never mind. Can you just confirm your birthday for me? …October 5th? And your CV says you were born in 2004 - so, you’re just 19? Alright. Good. 

Well I’ll be honest, son, the interview process is really just a formality. I’m gonna ask you a couple of questions but ultimately, it’s the practical assessment I’m interested in. 

You have experience in the care industry, I see. Was that full-time? You know this position is live-in? I’ll need you on hand 24/7. You’re ok with that? Alright. 

No family? They kicked you out for being gay, you say? And it says here you’re an inveterate people-pleaser? Excellent. 

Well, that about does it for the questions. Now for the practical assessment. Like I said, my name is Colin, but there was actually a typo in your interview package. Your position is actually under my colon. Yeah, that’s right, boy. That’s the practical assessment - how long you can rim, suck on and tongue my arsehole in a single sitting without coming up for air. 

Let’s get started, shall we? Strip. Leave your undies on, though. You won’t be touching your own cock at any point anyway, and I’m not interested in seeing it. 

Don’t give me that disgusted look, boy. I thought you were a people-pleaser? Doesn’t sound like you’ve got anywhere else you can go, does it? No. Strip, and get on your fucking back. 

Oh, you’re wearing a jock? Nice. Saves me having to rip the back of your undies open when it’s time to breed your cunt. 

If you’re looking around for a rim seat, you’ll be looking a long time. I ain’t got one. I’m just gonna be sitting right on your face, boy. Now, on your back. Tongue out. Good lad. I’ve cleaned up back there this time, but as you get more familiar with my arsehole, I’ll have you cleaning it for me. I’ll be using your tongue as my fucking toilet paper, boy. Here we go…

That’s it, faggot, get that tongue right in there. Fuck yeah, good boy. Keep going. Breathe in my fucking sweaty musk, fag. Good. You’ve passed the practical assessment, boy. You start straight away, as a live-in slave. 

I didn’t say stop, faggot. This is where you belong now - French kissing a fat old man’s sweaty arsehole while he’s sat on your face. Haha - and you’re fucking tenting your jock over it, boy. Yeah, you fucking love it, you dirty little slut. Old enough to be your fucking granddad, boy, and you’re pitching a tent over eating my arsehole. 

Well, I think that’s what I’ll have you calling me from now on, boy. You want my cock in you, boy? Yeah? You want my fucking granddad cock, faggot? Lick my arsehole once for ‘Yes’, twice for ‘Granddad’. Good fucking boy. 

Here, let me stand up. Kneel in front of me, boy. I wanna hear you beg for it. The next sentence I wanna hear you say is ‘Rape my faggot throat please, Granddad’. 

Good lad. Open wide, slave. Yeah, get Granddad’s fat fucking meat pipe in that throat. All the way down, boy. Oh, fuck yeah. Dirty faggot. Gag on it. Good boy. 

Oh- I heard that moan, boy. I think you’re ready to get fucked, aren’t you? Eh? Stand up, turn round and bend over for me. Fucking hell, look at that tight twat. I’ll be opening that right up, boy. You ready, faggot? Yeah? Here comes my meat. 

Fuuuuuck yeah, boy, take that fucking granddad cock good and deep. Slave. I’m gonna be raping your twat as many times a day as I want, faggot. Always bareback. That’s right, slut, you’ll be taking my cream in every hole you’ve got, every day. If I cream in your mouth, you swallow it all and beg for more. That clear? Good. 

Hold still, boy. I’m close. God, I’m so fuuucking close, faggot. You ready to take Granddad’s cream up that slave cunt, boy? Yeah? Beg for it, slut. Oh, FUCK. Goooood fucking boy. Now lick my cock clean like a good slave. Fuck yeah. Oh I didn’t say stand back up, faggot. No, you belong on your knees from now on, boy. At all times, unless I tell you otherwise. In the morning I’m getting a delivery. It’s a little gift for you, boy. A cock cage, slave collar and a butt plug for when I’m working. Then I think I’m gonna take you round all the gay bars on a fucking lead, boy. Have everyone watch how you beg for my dick like a dog. 

In the meantime, faggot, I need to take a leak. Stay on your knees and open that fucking mouth. I want you to swallow the fucking lot, boy. If you spill a drop, I’ll have you over my fucking knee for a good hard belting. In fact, faggot, I think I’ll be doing that anyway. Keep still, boy. Here comes Granddad’s piss. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

‘Wake up, faggot.’

I swam up out of the darkness, back to full consciousness. My head was splitting. I had no idea how long I’d been out. I tried to turn my head and felt something around my neck. I reached up and felt a light but strong steel collar. My hands, I realised, were also handcuffed.

‘You starting to get it now, pig boy?’ The voice belonged to a gruff-looking older guy, who stood in front of me with no shirt on, smirking down at me. ‘You ain’t going anywhere. You’ve been sold. No one knows where you are, and me and that Berkeley guy went through your pockets and divided up all your stuff between us. Burnt your clothes, destroyed and wiped your phone, and drained your bank accounts dry.’

I gazed at him in horror.

‘Hell,’ he said, adjusting his package and making sure I could see, ‘I even fucked a load up you while you were passed out. And let me tell you, faggot, you’ve got one accommodating cunt. No resistance when you’re passed out, you see. You took my thick cock to the fucking root on every thrust.’

Despite my situation, despite the collar and cuffs and my apparent destitution, his description of what he’d done to me while I was unconscious got me hard. He laughed at my erection. 

‘What do you think you’re gonna do with that thing, eh? You wanna jerk off?’

I nodded, and found my voice finally. ‘Yes please, Sir.’

‘Well, tough shit, faggot. You need my permission to even touch your pathetic excuse for a cock, and you won’t be getting it this side of the turn of the century, boy. The only reason your hands are cuffed in front of you, rather than behind your back, is because you’ll be playing with my nipples while I rape your faggot throat. But that’s all. You’re a faggot pig boy. You exist to be a slave for real men. There is no reason why you should ever need to touch your own cock again, boy. Now, sure, there’s a chance you might cum hands-free while I or anyone else is fucking you, and I guess there’s not really much we can do about that. But we won’t be acknowledging it. We won’t be slowing down, or stopping for you to catch your breath. We will be entirely ignoring the fact that you’ve cum. And we certainly won’t be helping you clean that shit up. In fact, if any of us get even a drop of your dirty faggot cream on us, you’ll be booted in the balls until you throw up, faggot. And once you’ve thrown up, the first phrase out of your pig mouth will be ‘Thank you, SIR.’ Is that crystal fucking clear, boy?’ 

I nodded. ‘Thank you, Sir.’ 

‘Good pig. Now, my cock’s obviously been up your twat, but I haven’t sampled your throat yet, boy. I also haven’t cleaned my cock off since fucking you, either. So let’s kill two birds with one stone, shall we? Open wide and suck me, slut.’

‘But I thought-‘ I began, and instantly received a hard slap. 

‘You must be mistaking me for someone who gives a fuck what you think about anything, cunt boy. The only reason I haven’t had a medical professional come in here and sever your vocal cords is because nothing turns me on more than a faggot begging me to stop while I’m raping him. So, again. Get my dick in your fucking mouth, faggot. Suck it nice and slow and deep. Lick all your pussy juice off my cock. And remember where your hands belong while you’re doing it. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you remain conscious when I breed your cunt later. Again.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I said. ‘Thank you, Sir.’ 

He took hold of my hands, and placed one on each of his nipples. Then he slid his bare cock into my mouth, and then forcefully rammed it into my throat. I gagged instantly. 

‘Yeah, fucking gag on it, boy,’ he said, laughing at me again. ‘I’m gonna train your cunt throat to take every inch of me. This time next week you’ll be a professional cock eater. You’re gonna go to sleep every night with the taste of my spunk in your fucking throat.’

I moaned as he thrusted deeper. 

‘Fuck that’s a sweet and talented mouth, faggot. I can’t wait to start passing you around and charging complete strangers to fuck you. And the less attractive you find them, the better, as far as I’m concerned. You are nothing but a public cunt, and you’ll have absolutely no input as to who gets to use you. Now hold still, boy, and tug on them fucking nipples for me. Sir’s gonna dump his fucking load. Fucking yeah… fuuuucking yeeeeaaaahhh, swallow the fucking lot, you CUNT.’ 

He creamed, grunting loudly as I gratefully swallowed every drop. I wanted to be upset at my new situation, but deep down I knew this was where I belonged, what I needed to be. A cum dump. A pig. A slave. No free will, and no thoughts beyond servicing Sir’s meat. 

As his cock came out of my mouth, I fell to all fours and bowed my head. ‘Thank you for putting this collared faggot in its place, SIR. I hope I can prove worthy of Your attention. I am nothing but a slave. Please, PLEASE treat me like one. Like the cum pig I am, Sir. I promise, I won’t let You down.’ 

‘Good boy,’ he said, and stroked my hair. ‘And you know what’ll happen if you do, don’t you, pig? You’ll beg me to boot your fucking balls off for you.’ 

‘YES, SIR!’ I shout. 

‘Welcome home, faggot. Right where you fucking belong.’ 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

So, this is the first day in your new home. 

There will be a few ground rules, so if you could- wait, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Did you just try and kiss me, boy? 

Alright, I’m gonna spell this out so it’s crystal fucking clear for you. I know we’ve been chatting for weeks on Scruff, but we are not ‘together’. We are not boyfriends. I do not love you. I will not be calling you sweetheart, or honey, or baby, or any other stupid pet names. 

You are here to serve and suffer. You are here to be used and abused by men. You are a faggot, and that’s what faggots are for. Understand? The names I have for you will be many and varied, and will include things like Boy, Faggot, Cunt, Slut, Slave, Pig and Whore. And as far as you’re concerned from now on, my name is Sir. Is that clear? Good cunt. 

Now, like I was saying, you’re here to be used and abused. You will be expected to do exactly as you are told by me and anyone else I bring round here to fuck you. If you think you’re gonna have a problem with complying or instantly following orders, or if you hesitate when we give you an order, I have absolutely no problem with draining every single one of your bank accounts dry and then selling you into prostitution. Don’t get it twisted, boy. You’re a fuck slave. A cum dump. Nothing but a couple of holes to be raped. Raw. Now, are you gonna have a problem with that, faggot? What was that? ‘No, Sir’? Good boy. 

Why don’t you strip off for me, boy? Nice and slow. That’s it. Yeah, you cock-teasing little slut. Hehe. I don’t know what you’re hard for, boy. We’ll both be fully ignoring your pathetic excuse for a cock for the duration of your stay here. In fact, get over here, faggot. Ah- what did I say about hesitation? Get over here now. Good. Over my fucking knee, boy. Let me see what I’m gonna be breeding in a few minutes. Fuck that’s a high, tight arse. Ready to get spanked, faggot? Yeah? ‘Yes, Sir’, was that? Yeah. Spanked, fingered and fucked, boy, that’s what you’re getting. 

One… two… three… what do you say when I’m spanking you, boy? That’s right - ‘Thank you, SIR’ every time I spank you. Yeah, you ready to get good and fucked, boy? Ready for Sir to put a chastity cage around your pointless cock, faggot? Yeah? Good pig. Stand up and turn around, boy. Bend over and grab your ankles. That’s a good slave. There. Feel Sir’s fat cock, boy? It’s going right up your cunt now, slut. Bareback. Fuuuuck yeah, boy, wave goodbye to that tight hole. Eight inches of meat stuffed up your cunt. Beg me to stop as much as you want, pig. I’m not pulling out until I’ve creamed. And believe me, faggot, I can go for hours. After I’ve bred you, I’ll be ringing a few of my mates. See how many of them fancy coming round here tonight for a good hard gang fuck. Fucking break you right in, faggot. And there won’t be a condom in sight. Sound good, boy? Yeah, course it fucking does, you slag. Hold still, faggot. Sir’s gonna breed that cunt for you. Flood your fucking hole, boy. Here it fucking comes… FUUUUCK YEEEAAH BOY, TAKE THAT FUUUUUCKING LOAD YOU SLUT. Good boy. Go and clean yourself up while I make a few calls. When you get back in here I’ll let you lick my cock clean while we wait for my mates to arrive. Then we’ll have you in a sling in the basement until everyone’s raped a couple of loads each up that faggot cunt. Treat you like the slut you are.