Tale of the Alpha and the Loser

I sent Danny back home that day with plenty to think about. I knew he would bend over backwards to please me and to remain under my stewardship. He was desperate and very needy. Just as delicate wine grapes must be taken from the vine at optimal fruition to get the best result, so, too, with faggots like Danny. When they descend to the depths that he had, they are at their most malleable, their most suggestible. When he left that day and I set about planning my training strategems, I felt confident that he could be fully enslaved in fairly short order.

As one might expect, there was always the chance of a panicked resistance to being owned and dominated, despite his craving for it. But I also I knew that that could be assuaged with a bit of temporary pampering and hand-holding, along with a stepped up schedule of cock-feeding. It's not unlike the effect of a pacifier stuck into the mouth of a crying infant. The sucking calms and reassures him.

The day following our encounter, I called Danny to set up his next visit. I smiled when his phone was answered before the first ring was finished. He was hungry.

"Good morning, Danny!" I said.

"Oh! Hello, sir! Good morning to you." he replied, his breath quavering.

"How have you been since our last meeting?" I queried. "You're not angry about the cufflinks, are you?"

"I've been well, sir. The cufflinks? That's okay. I mean they were your's to do with as you wished, after all."

"Just like you yourself, Danny."

"Yes, sir."

"But they were your father's, Danny. He might have worn them when he was courting your mother." I said, probing for any trace of ambivalence.

I arranged some throw pillows on the couch and stretched out.

"He, well... he doesn't need them, really."

"So true. He's dead, after all."

Danny chuckled nervously.

"Did he know that you were queer? Did he know that you enjoyed sucking cocks?"

"He knew, sir. He found some pictures that I'd printed from the internet."

"Oh?"

"Yes, sir. I had taped them to the inside of my closet door, and I would open the door at night when my parents were asleep, and I would worship them." He said.

"Pictures of what exactly? Tell me."

"Pictures of cocks, sir. My father normally wouldn't come into my room, but he had found mice droppings in the attic, and wanted to set traps throughout the house."

"So, he found, what should we call it... your altar? The place where you worshipped? All those pictures of men's cocks. I imagine that erased any doubts he might have had about your manhood." I said, laughing.

"Yes, sir. He confronted me when my mother was out. He was very upset. He called me scum. He called me a lowlife. I was so humiliated." Danny said, and I could imagine the tears rolling down his face.

"It's a difficult argument to refute, Danny boy." I said, not without compassion.

"Yes, he was right, and hearing it from my own father made it feel even truer."

"someoe you naturally look up to. Someone whose approval you seek." I said, encouraging him to say more.

"Yes, sir. of course. But at first, there was still some part of me that still felt upright and good, so I was defiant. I taunted him."

"How so, Danny?"

"Oh, I would act like a sissy when just the two of us were home. Things like that."

"Go on."

"Well, I bought a dress at a second-hand store, a very nice floral print, very summery. When Mom was out I would put it on and walk around the house."

"Dad didn't care much for that, I'll wager." I said, thoroughly enjoying Danny's tale.

"He was furious, sir! He yelled many insults at me. But I found that I enjoyed it! I would prance around in front of him, swaying my hips and sucking on my finger as if it were a cock."

"You were being a naughty boy."

"One time I remember especially, he chased me through the house ranting. He said: 'You are nothing but a pile of shit, and I won't have you stinking up my house!'. When I laughed at him, he took off his belt and cornered me in the kitchen. Oh, he whipped me good, sir! I could feel his rage filling the room. He kept swinging the belt and calling me a cocksucking faggot."

"And you enjoyed that as well, I imagine. He was more or less defining you, right?"

"Yes, sir. While he beat me, I spoke to him. I said: 'Whip me good, Daddy! Your sissy son needs it so bad.', things like that. It felt so... liberating! I was owning what I was, and throwing it right back in his face." Danny said, sighing.

"You were coming into your own, finding your place in the world. Good!" I said.

""Once he cooled down a bit, I went to my room and took off my dress. I looked at where he had used the belt on me. There were belt marks on my legs and on my ass. I felt a certain, I don't know... triumph, I guess, looking at them. I thought: 'That's what my dad thinks of me."

"And you were reconciled to that?" I said.

"I knew that having his approval, having his love, was no longer a possibility."

"So you were free to be your true self, right?" I posed to him.

"Absolutely, sir. I knew you would understand." he said, and I could hear the emotion in his voice.

"What did you do after that?" I said, sensing that the narrative had not fully played out.

"Well, sir, I put my dress on a hanger and went back downstairs."

"You were naked?"

"Yes, sir. I went to the kitchen, took a banana from the fruit bowl, and walked into the living room. Dad was watching the news. I was feeling that liberation, that excitement, even more, and I became aroused."

"your little penis grew hard." I said.

"It did, sir. I walked into the room and stood next to the TV. I held the banana to my lips and began kissing it softly. I spoke to it."

"And the gist of that was...?"

Oh, I was saying how much I loved kissing it, how i wished it was a real man's cock, things like that."

"Hmmm. And Dad? How did he take that??

"Well, he tried to ignore me, but I kept at it. I took the banana into my mouth and started moaning, all the time looking at him. He kept his eyes glued to the TV, but I knew he could see me. I took it out of my mouth and said:

"Watch, Dad. See how my faggot lips stretch when the banana is in my mouth."

Then I began sucking on it again. I was making love to it right in front of my father!"

"Like a true faggot loser, eh, Danny boy?"

"Exactly, sir. I was leaving no doubt in his mind as to what kind of son he had. I started licking the banana and speaking to it."

"Saying?"

"Oh, things like - " I wish my daddy could understand me.' and 'I do so wish you were a real cock, warm and smelling so good and manly.' Finally, he'd had too much and ordered me to leave the room. So, I put the banana in my mouth and crawled up the stairs to my room, moaning all the way."

"That sounds memorable!" I said. It was a remarkable story, one that revealed the depths of Danny's self-abasement. He'd more or less dealt a coup de grace to that very thing many of us rely on through the years - family support and cohesion. Danny was out there floating free and unmoored. He needed a strong anchor, and I was intent on filling the position, and reaping the bountiful rewards!

"Thank you for confiding this to me, Danny." I said. "I will expect this kind of candor from you going forward. I won't be interested in having you as my faggot if you hold anything back. And I do mean anything. Understood?"

Danny understood perfectly.

"Whatever you command me to do, it will be done, sir!'

"That's my boy." I said, savoring his sincerity.

"Do you still have your pretty dress, danny?" I said.

"I do! I keep it as a reminder of that day, sir."

"Excellent! come tomorrow at nine, and bring your sissy frock. And on your way over, pick up a few makeup items. Have you got pen and paper handy?" I said, and could hear Danny grabbing these items.

"All ready, sir!" he said, sounding excited.

"Okay. You'll be getting lipstick. Bring a few bright shades so that I can choose from them. Rouge, eye-shadow, let's see... eyelashes, Oh, and a wig. Gotta have a wig for my sissy faggot, don't I?"

"Certainly, sir." Danny said, and I could picture him already.

"Now, Danny, once we get you tarted up, I am going to introduce you to my cock. You do want to meet him, don't you?"

"Oh, sir, you honor me!"

"He's looking forward to meeting you. I know that. He likes to explore the insides of a soft faggot mouth. it's one of his favorite things to do! you won't disappoint him, will you, Danny?"

"No, sir. I only want to make him happy."

"Good boy, Danny. Good boy. Til tomorrow, then."

To be continued.