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From Part 2:
In and out I fucked him, his cock hard the whole time, throbbing up and down in tempo with my own thrusts. I grabbed him and started jacking him. Even though he'd already cum, it didn't take long before he shot again, into my hand. After he was pretty much through, I brought the hand up to his face and made him lick all his cum out of it. As much as I loved the sensation of his pussyring spasming around my cock when he came, I held off shooting because I had big plans for this cunt.
Part 3:
I shoved down hard between his shoulder blades, and with his muscles loose from just having cum, his chest and face slammed down onto the floor. I pulled my cock out of his hot ass with a plop, and he groaned as my meat left his pussy. I knew that now he felt all hollow inside after the fucking I'd just given him. I pushed myself off of him and got up.
"Clean my cock, Alex. Suck your ass juices off my prick, you fucking bitch." And he did. I'm sure the taste was a little musky, mixed with whatever the taste the lube had, but he did a good job. Afterwards, I slapped his cheeks with my dick a couple of times and then pushed him over with my foot.
"Awright, you little fag, get your ass in the bathroom, now." He got up from the floor to his knees and started to get up. "On your knees, bitch." He looked a little surprised, but then started crawling into the bathroom. Once inside, he knelt again, eyes down. I followed him in, still naked, my hard cock still bobbing from my groin. I grabbed his face in my hands and made him look at me. "Open your mouth, bitch." And I put my cock in his mouth. "Just hold it there, don't suck."
As he did, I pulled his face up so he'd have to look at me. "OK, Alex, you're pretty smooth, but a bitch has to be totally smooth. So, you're going to take the razor over there and shave your pubes totally off. I will trim most of the hair with scissors first, but you have to do the actual shaving. Because not only do you have to be my bitch, you have to make yourself my bitch. You will not be able to rationalize later that I made you do anything. No, this is something you will do to show me your obedience, your submission to a real man, to your master. Do you understand me, boy?"
There was something in his eyes, part fear, but part lust as well. And part something I didn't really recognize. But his 8" boydick was starting to plump up again, even after just having cum, so clearly my words were stirring something deep in Alex's soul, something hidden inside that big body of his, something that needed to be brought out and turned out for everyone to see, but especially for him to see, to admit, to revel in. One of these days, Alex would admit to the world that he was a bitch. He would walk into a bar in jeans and a leather vest, with a leash attached to a collar around his neck. It might not be me holding his leash because I would only be here a couple of more weeks, and I didn't think he'd go that far that fast. But I had started the process that would have Alex out and proud, not just as a gay man, but as his boyfriend's bitch. Whatever happened, he would have me to thank for starting him on the road not just to knowing what he was, but to admitting it and embracing it.
"Do you understand me, boy?" I repeated, more sharply. His eyes went back to normal and he nodded his head since he couldn't talk with my cock in his mouth. I pulled my dick out and told him to stand up with his legs spread. I trimmed his bush as close as I could easily get it with the scissors, making a pile of his pubes on the counter by the sink. As the pile grew bigger, Alex seemed to get antsier, though whether from nerves about how he'd explain his shaved pubes to other guys or from anticipation about taking this next step on his road to bitch-hood, I couldn't tell.
I gave him the razor and got out the shaving cream. "Get to work, pussyboy."
I gathered up all the hair we'd cut and, not wanting to freak out my straight friend with whom I'm staying, decided to take it all in the kitchen to throw away under other stuff in the trash so he wouldn't have to see it. He's a nice guy and totally comfortable with a gay friend and (temporary) housemate, but I do try to be considerate...
When I came back into the bathroom, bitch Alex had about half the area around his cock shaved. I stood awhile watching him work. He flushed when he realized what I was doing, but I told him that a bitch has no secrets, and no privacy, from his master. He kept working. When he was through, I reminded him that his cock itself and his balls also had to be shaved. He started looking really nervous, so I told him not to worry, that I would take care of those two for him. Then he looked more nervous! I made him lie down on the floor, and I got some shaving crème on my hands, then lathered up his balls. I told him to hold his cock out of the way if he didn't want it cut, and I shaved his balls as smooth as a proverbial baby's butt. Not surprisingly, of course, he got hard as a rock while I was doing it. I thought again how many bottoms would love to have his 8" long cock shoved up their cunts and shook my head that such a nice dick was wasted on a total bitch. Still, in spite of what the size queens say, assuming you've got the necessary minimum, it's more about how you use it than anything else.
After I finished his balls, I shaved his dick. He was incredibly nervous, and I finally had to tell him to hold still unless he wanted a sex change operation on the bathroom floor. At that comment, he froze while I finished the job.
I told him to get in the shower to wash off the residual crème and any remaining hairs, but to stay in there and tell me when he was done. He did, and when I came back in the bathroom, I told him to open the shower curtain and kneel down. I then took out my cock, primed the pump a bit, and started pissing on him. He was shocked but moaned as though it was something he wanted.
"Open your mouth, pissboy. Take my piss!" I told him. "If it comes out of my dick, you act you want it, you fuckin faggot." He opened his mouth and I got a little of my yellow stream in there. As I finished up by pissing on his newly shaved package, he knew enough to swallow my piss without being told. You gotta give that boy credit-he learns fast and he is unusually good for a bitch in extrapolating from what he's been taught to what else he needs to do. A good bitch is usually pretty passive, but Alex (I thought) had potential to be that rare animal, a thinking bitch that was nonetheless not self-centered or just a pushy bottom.
I told him to keep kneeling there with the piss slowly running down him until I called him, and then he could dry off and come out into the bedroom.
Meanwhile, I looked in my bag and got a chain-link collar I'd brought with me from the States on my trip up and a little lock that went with it. I unlocked the lock and put the chain and lock on the bed, putting the key on its chain around my neck. I called Alex to come out, and he crawled back to me and knelt, eyes down, legs spread, in front of me.
"Awright, Alex, listen: if you wanna really be my bitch, you're gonna put that collar on and lock it on yourself. If you don't, you get dressed and go home. No hard feelings. But if you put it on, only I can take it off, and you are mine for whatever I want, whenever I want, until I decide otherwise. I will use you, and I will let other men use your faggot cunt like the whore you are. You are totally mine body and soul. You will be my bitch and there is nothing else you will want to be except my bitch. If that's the way it is, put the collar on. Otherwise, get dressed and go home. And don't come back."
Alex looked up, and the look in his eyes was both scared and determined. But he went over to the bed and picked the collar up, held it in both his hands a few seconds, looking at it, then put it around his neck. His hands were trembling a little as he picked up the padlock and then slipping it through both ends of the chain, he locked it around his neck. Then he dropped down to his knees again.
"Good bitch, Alex. I'm proud of you, boy." He looked up at me and smiled. I rubbed his head affectionately, and then put my fingers in his mouth to suck. He obediently started to work on them. After a little of that, which always makes me horny, I told him to lie on the bed with his hands behind him. I tied his hands behind him with a bandana and spread his cheeks with my hands. I hawked up several big gobs of spit and spat them on his pucker, and with just that spit and the left-over lube from his earlier fuck, I started rubbing my dripping cockhead over his pucker. I ripped open a foil package and sheathed up again, then pushed my cock into that big hot boy cunt in front of me. I shoved down hard between his shoulder blades as he reared up in the shock of penetration and just kept steadily pushing in. I leaned over his back and stuck my fingers in his mouth. He started sucking them reflexively, running his tongue over them, getting me even hotter as I sank into his pussy. I whispered into his ear, "Yeah, take me, bitch. Take your man's cock, you fucking cuntboy. Feel my big prick filling you up, splitting that bitch pussy like it's meant to be split. Yeah, you like that don't you, bitch? You want me, don't you Alex? You can't wait to be my bitch, to learn what it means to really please a man, a stud, someone whose cock is made for fucking hot boytwat like yours."
The more I talked to him, the more he moaned around my fingers and twisted underneath me. As I fucked him in and out, he started humping the bed, my big Canadian bitch so turned on by my fuck and my words of degradation that he couldn't help himself. Shit, I didn't mind because the more he humped the bed the better he made my fuck.
I raised off his back and pulled his chest up off the bed a little, making him bend his head to prop his body up since his hands were tied behind him. I started playing with his nips, twisting them, harder for awhile, then backing off. All the while telling him, "Yeah, you little cunt. Take that fuck. Watch me work your nips just like a cunt's. Take my cock, you fucking faggot whore. Fucking you, bitch boy, plowing that boy pussy with my big man cock." Every couple of words, I'd give his nipples a harder twist and he'd groan in a mixture of lust and pain.
Suddenly, I pulled out and pulled his body down onto the floor, flipping him over so he was lying on his tied hands on his back. I grabbed his ankles and rolled him back into a fuckball, then shoved my dick back up his pussy, all the way to the hilt in one hard, steady thrust.
"OH, fuck!" he yelled. "Oh, god, please, please..." he moaned, but whether to go slower to spare him the pain of penetration or faster to fuck him like the little cunt he was, I couldn't tell. I dropped his legs on my shoulders and grabbed on to his nipples, pulling them hard as I finished pushing my hard cock all the way up his boy cunt. He kept groaning. Then I pulled most of the way out before pushing back in. On every out stroke, I pinched his nips and on every in stroke I used them as handles to pull his body back onto my cock. He was moaning and groaning the whole time I fucked him, used his body for my pleasure.
Finally, I started the short, fast strokes. I hadn't cum recently, and the sex, the power over this hot, helpless big bitch, and the sound of his pain was too much for me. I sank in deeply, holding his nipples tight. His dick was jerking all around, leaking juice like nobody's business. I let go of his nipples and started fisting his cock rapidly. That was all it took, and he exploded again all over his chest, his cunt contracting around my cock, milking it good. As I continued to thrust, I took his cum in one hand and smeared it on his face before making him lick my fingers clean. As he was sucking and licking my fingers, the stimulation was too much for me, and I finally shot myself, flooding the Magnum in that hot bitch cunt with my seed.