Fag Boys Suck

I licked the underside of his shaft. His tool was hot. It smelled like sex. It felt heavy as it rested on my wet and eager lips. I tasted the tip, trying to consume its thick and oozy coating of precum. It felt like nectar to me. His manly shaft was like demigods sword - I had to be as close as humanly possible to its might.

I felt his powerful hands on my face, my ears and in my hair. It felt as if his touch lit my body on fire. Master tightly gripped my head and started fucking my face. I dreamed of this moment for weeks. I was promised a release if I take him in my mouth and let him unload in me. He promised he'd allow me to bring myself to completion only if I let him fill my suck hole with his manseed. I would be allowed to swallow his sperm. As he was pounding my face, all I could do was listen to the sound of his balls slapping on my chin and feel his member invade me. I could not see - Master made me wear a blindfold so I could focus better.

My own member was as hard as a diamond. Weeks of conditioning, only allowed to touch it when my mouth was filled with silicone replica of his penis and my eyes covered with his cum cloth made sure I became aroused at the mere thought of his proud pole. He wanted me that way: needy, helpless and weak with desire. He often made me wear headphones to my bed. The headphones filled my dreams with his silky voice tirelessly repeating: "I will become a weak fag boy for Master, I kneel before him, I eat his lifegiving seed."

I remembered my mantra and became even crazier with lust, but the sound of his real voice pulled me back to the here and now: "I am going to make you a real fag boy now. Are you ready to be emasculated forever? Are you ready to finally become a real cocksucker, a sub boy who eats seed of other males?"

He stopped his pistoning and pulled himself out of my messy mouth for a moment. I meekly replied: "Yes."

"Boy, when you willingly eat another man's sperm, there is no turning back - you become a cocksucker for life. Once I make you my boy, I'm going to make you my bitch, I'm going to make you crave my meat in your behind. I'm going to make you cum like a bitch in heat from my cock in your ass."

I didn't know what to say, I was confused and hopelessly aroused, all I could think of was his shaft which I could smell in front of my nose. Its slimy tip touched my face from time to time.

"After I make you my bitch, your wife is going down the same road."

He had her tied in a kneeling position so that she could witness my defeat. I knew she was watching: gagged, drooling, hot and dripping. She received the same conditioning as I did. The only difference was that he focused on her ass. Now, as the replica of his cock was firmly lodged in her undoubtedly quivering anal passage, I knew she was also crazy with lust. She would receive her orgasm only when he deposits his load in her rectum. So she had every reason to wish I took his seed. The more I succumbed to his control, the closer she was to pleasure.

Abruptly, Master took my blindfold off. First thing I saw was his veiny tool bobbing in front of my face. I needed it so much. I nervously licked my lips salty with his taste.

"Collar yourself with a dog collar and you will be given what you crave, boy."

He told me to buy a collar from a pet shop a week ago. I did. He produced the tag: "fag boy". In front of my kneeling wife there were two collars, a pink one and a black one. Without a word, I crawled to her and picked up the pink one.

My body felt as it was floating as I tightened my collar, kneeling and watching him: "Make me your bitch."

Eyes wide, I watched him approach me. He had an air of a winner around him, hard muscles, skin glistening with sweat. My jaw uncontrollably dropped, my mouth was full of saliva, anticipating, hoping to nestle his member. Again, he grabbed me by hair and proceeded to violently fuck me. Like a ferocious animal, he copulated with my face. As he grunted and started to release a jet after jet of his spunk in my fag mouth, I was choking, half conscious, but aware that I was uncontrollably drizzling my juice on his feet. My pleasure was now his. We were both his.