Daddy Faggot Slave Part 12
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My "Son" and Master told me on the phone
"The main reason I called is, you are not working at the ranch this weekend. I have another daddy sub to break in this weekend. Remember the British man who whored you out in Memphis ? Sure you do, you took a lot of cock that night. He definitely fucked up when he abandoned you in that dangerous motel, but I've talked with him and told him I'm giving him another chance. He has a remodeling business and has a lot of guys working for him. Friday night you will meet him at his warehouse and take on the men on his crew. All the men on his crew. He tells me most of them are about as big as the man who just fucked you. He is going to film it all. On the plus side, your cock cage will be off so the camera can see your hard-on and see you get the cum fucked out of you. Aren't I generous letting you cum? Been a long time since I allowed you to cum, I bet you shoot cum all the way to your face. Your pussy will be tight again by Friday night, on Saturday morning it will be loose enough to fist."
I was jealous ! Actually jealous ! Master Jeff would be making some other daddy type guy his whore this weekend, I wondered if the new fag daddy would be as surprised as I had been when Jeff's buddies turn out to be random dudes paying almost nothing to use an almost no limit fag. And I'd be the center of a BBC Gang Bang, and taken care of by the same British ass-hole who left me to the meth addicts and anyone else that was cruising the Motel 6 on Sycamore View Ln. Most dangerous thing that ever happened to me, and it was about to happen again. It hurt to think about. Hurt that Master Jeff would have a new daddy to play with at his sex ranch, It hurt that he was putting me a so much risk again. From the very beginning, he used me body and mind, but I still thought he cared for me and would protect me. I guess I was wrong. No problem if I disappear into the slums of Memphis forever, my replacement was already being groomed. I didn't even know the guy replacing me, but I hated him.
I was anxious for the rest of the week. Irrationally hurt because my Master "Son" had another fag daddy and anxious about the gang bang on Friday, Taking Jack's BBC almost every morning was hard as hell but I not only got through it, I started anticipating and wanting being gut full of Jack's rock hard manhood every morning, but a train of Men like Jack using my pussy for hours would have to wreck me. Fag pussy might be a miracle substance, but even miracles have limits. I kept imagining how much it was going to hurt, Sure it would feel great for a while, but when my pussy muscles get sore, the thick hard dicks would just keep fucking, If I tore, if I bleed, would they stop or just keep fucking me? With no one there to look out for me, they could tear my hole literally apart. Would the British man pimping me out tell me to smoke meth or do something else even worse? Could I say no? I wanted to talk to Master Jeff about it, but I did not want to disappoint him or make him mad at me. Talking to him about my fears would almost be like questioning him, saying I didn't trust him. I said nothing. I kept my fears to myself, but couldn't stop thinking about what could/would happen to me. Death by overdose or gang bang would not be fun. I was a nervous wreck the next day at work. I was kind of relieved when it was time to go to my car and drive to Memphis. My Master "Son" surprised me at my car.
"Get in the passenger seat, I'm driving. I'm always in the driver's seat"
He laughed at his own joke
"Dad, you look nice in your work clothes, Look very professional, so strip and get on your knees. Daddy, you know the drill. Son drives, fag daddy rides on his knees with his face in my crotch. If you are good, maybe I'll let you lick the tip."
It was like a 100 pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was on my knees and my nose was back in my young Master's fly. I huffed the scent off his junk, I could not stop myself. Whatever Master Jeff had done that day had made his balls sweat and ripe. I know he has me conditioned because I automatically thought about how good his ass must smell and taste. I was so happy to see him and know he was taking me to Memphis and that I would not be alone, I did not even question it, but he answered my unasked question.
"Your brother-in-law and Master is breaking in the new sub daddy this weekend at my ranch, Jess has a talent for spotting closet case fags like you. The new fag daddy thinks he is going on a fishing trip with his young handsome buddy. Jess has a mean sense of humor. I was too easy on you that first night at the ranch, I wish I could be there when Jess springs his trap on the new slave, but I just could not miss this weekend with you daddy. Jess will record all the new sub fun, we can enjoy watching it after tonight's gang bang. Right now, You are going to tell me another filthy story. Pick up where you left off on our last road trip. I think you were getting fucked by your Boss every day and the 18 year old intern that had been using you for his ass liker and fleshlite had just gone back to U of A, Add a young arrogant buck to your story. Who would you least like to submit to at work?"
Easy to answer that question. Gabe was a young buck at my job and would have been very attractive if he just didn't say anything. He is tall (about 6'2" with a thin muscular body. Swimmers kind of body. His short well trimmed beard frames his handsome face and lantern jaw perfectly. His eyes are his best feature, pale pale blue. Most engineers barely remember to get their hair cut at a barber. Gabe obviously pays for a good stylist to keep his coal black hair perfect. It is not just his hair that is styled. Most engineers wear clothes that look like our wives or mothers dressed us. Gabe dresses like he thinks he is going to a fashion shoot. From his ostrich cowboy boots to his Ferragamo wrist watch, Gabe is dressed too good to be an engineer in a chemical plant. There is a reason they don't let models talk much, and if only Gabe was silent, or at least had some modesty or a brain. He is the most incredibly smart, good looking and just all around awesome, and he will tell you he is himself and lots more about himself for as long as you will listen. So I told my Master Son, a story about being forced to service this braying ass. I was motivated by his powerful ball sweat scent to tell him this story while we drove to Memphis.
"It was late Friday afternoon, so I was brown-nosing my Boss, so he would let me keep my job another week. He added the extra humiliation of making me edge myself while I did the most disgusting thing I could imagine. I lick Paul's ass and take his load in my hole at least once per week. He does not even have to order me to suck his cock clean after he fucks me. Servicing my bear of a boss is part of my job now. He makes sure I know too.
" You should be so grateful to me for showing you the one thing you are good at, kissing a man's hairy ass. Spit on my shit hole then push your nose inside. You know I expect your nose to be brown when I use your other talent and fuck the pussy. Tell me how good my ass hole smells then lick it clean. Fuck do you hear yourself moan? Do you know your tongue quivers when you push it inside my shit hole? This is all you are good for and all you want. Your clit is hard and wet cause you were made to kiss my ass."
He wasn't lying. My dick was rock hard and my face was buried between his muscular hairy cheeks. He was even right about the smell, I loved the smell of my Boss's ass. The sweat and funk was like catnip to me. I wanted to cum, but was glad he would not let me. Cumming while I rimmed my Boss would be more humiliation than I could take.
"You can't spend all night licking my ass. I've got places to go. Get my cock wet. Gag yourself. All the way to my hairy balls. Good faggot. Coat my cock with throat pussy slime. You know you don't like it when I fuck you dry, so get my cock good and wet. Good faggot. Now bend over my desk and spread em. Show me the pussy you need me to fuck. You need my cock and cum in you. You never get enough. Your purpose is to be a cock sleeve and cum dump for real men. After I fuck you, you will want another and then another cock because it is all you are good for. When your pussy is not coated with a real man's cum, you feel like shit. You feel worthless. You must have more cock and cum. Tell me I'm right faggot. Finger your pussy and beg me to use you."
And I did beg him, just like I do every time he calls me to his office. I don't know how he knows, but he is right about me constantly needing cock and cum in me. When the intern Walker was using me several times a day, I could always feel or taste his cum in one of my fuck holes and was content. Since he went back to U of A, I've been anxious all the time. I look at every man I work with and wonder about their cock and how it would feel cumming inside my fag holes. I'm constantly checking my messages to see if my Boss has messaged me. The once or twice a week he calls me, I always beg for his cock and cum. Sometimes he just wants a quick blow job to relieve tension and sometimes like today, I service his cock and ass with my face and he finishes off balls deep in my pussy. I never get to cum during these sessions. He says faggots are holes and nothing more. He does not care about my clit or want to see me cum. Sometimes he lets me finish myself off in the Men's room while I clean up. Sometimes he sends me back to my office in frustration with the smell of his ass on my face and his cum coating at least one of my fag holes. Today he was taking his time and I was enjoying his long thick cock in me and dirty talk for 20 minutes.
"Nine inches of manhood inside your cunt. I'm going to cum in you balls deep soon, but we're going to have a little performance review first. Right now, your tight pussy is milking me. Your cunt has learned to automatically try to suck the sperm out of my balls. Excellent job faggot."
At this point he reached around me and rubbed my nose.
"My dirty finger tip is proof you're a good eager brown noser. You required almost no training because you are a naturally gifted ass kisser. Good job faggot. Open your mouth. Good now suck my finger clean. You're an eager ball licker too. Too eager. You lick my nuts so hard and fast it is like you think there is a chocolate center in them. Work slower and gentler next time. Take time to get my load warmed up and don't be rough with my boys. Your cock sucking needs work. Even after all this instruction I've given you, you can do better. I don't care if you need air, watch your teeth and use your faggot tongue on my piss slit and cock head every chance you get . Your brown nosing faggot performance rating is Exceeds Expectations. You are a natural born cum dump. Good fag"
It was hard to think with 9" of throbbing cock in me, but the demeaning praise he gave me made me feel good.
It was even harder to concentrate when he started slowly long dicking me. Pulling all the way out and back in balls deep.
"Your regular work does not Exceed Expectations. Needs Improvement. In particular, your Aspen simulations are shit. Takes you too long if you are even able to keep the program from locking up. You will improve or I will find a ass licking fag to replace you. I'll out you first, then write you up for sexual harassment, then fire you, Lucky for you, Gabe has agreed to tutor you. Be in his office every morning an hour before work. Now do what you are made for a fuck yourself on my cock till I dump my load. You're a good boy, so you can suck me clean when I'm done with your pussy."
FUCK, hadn't I already done enough to keep my job? 15 years of great performance reviews, but this was the only one that said I needed to suck cock better and learn Aspen Software real fast or I'll expose you and fire you. Not fair, but this was my life.
Gabe was about 5 minutes late to the Monday tutoring session. I thanked him for the help and was polite. It was not his fault, and he did not want to come in an hour early either. He was condescending, he just could not help himself. I'm not computer illiterate by a long shot. I've learned four programming languages and all kinds of software over the years, so I learned from him quickly. Within 30 minutes I had finished the simulation that was giving me trouble. Seemed like a good place to stop.
Me "Thanks, you were a big help. Pick up here tomorrow?"
Gabe "I knew I could help. There is something you can help me with too. We have time right now. Jenney is pregnant. She won't let me fuck her, my dick is so big, it might hurt the baby, She is not a sick slut, so she does not take anything up her ass, She tried to give be head, but she is no good at it. Walker told me you are really good at it. Deep throat good. I'm not queer and won't let you do the pervy stuff Walker says you love. I just want a blow job. Don't get any ideas, just suck me off, Now !"
No need to say anything, or think about anything. Gabe had already man spread so I had lots of room between his legs on my knees. He let me do all the work opening his pants and pulling down his designer underwear. He had something to truly brag about in his underwear. Did every man in Arkansas have a huge cock or was I just lucky? I just worked the mushroom head for a minute. His juice flowed like water. I looked up at his handsome face and saw his eyes were closed. He let me blow him at my own pace for a couple of minutes till he got close. I loved the shape and taste of him. Loved taking him only as deep as I wanted. Popping his fat cock head in and out of my throat.
"Walker said you deep throated him, and you will deep throat me. Never been all the way down a bitches throat. Cumming. Cumming straight down your throat. All my little men are swimming in your throat. Breeding your throat !!!!"
Not sure which was loader, my gaging or Gabe's orgasm. Both are too loud. People were starting to come into the office about this time. I got my first taste of his jizz when I cleaned his cock, he kept talking.
"I got Jenney pregnant on the first try. My little men are super strong and billions of them are in you. Billions of my sperm invading your cells trying to make your throat pregnant. What are you doing? We have 15 minutes left ! Paul said I had to tutor you for an hour. Plenty of time to sperm your mouth again. I can cum 10 times in a row if I want."
Gabe was not exaggerating about one thing, his cum was strong. Strong tasting and as thick as half dried wood glue. It coated my throat and mouth no matter how much I swallowed. His cum lubed my throat for the 2nd round, He lasted longer. He used the whole 15 minutes and shot just as many ropes of cum in me as he had the first time. My cock was hard and had soaked my pants with precum. I was starting to like Gabe a lot more.
I knew what to expect on Tuesday morning, but I got more than I expected. Trip was a new hire and had just got out of the Marines. He had something about the software to teach me too, and coincidentally his wife was also pregnant. Trip was a late twenties ginger with a muscular thick body. The tutoring session ended, and I had 4 loads of cum in my belly.
We barely looked at the simulation software Wednesday morning. Not a problem, I had got the hang of it and could learn the rest on my own. Gabe and Trip had some things to try though. Trip convinced Gabe there was nothing pervy about a man fucking a bitch up the ass. Ass hole is just the other pussy. Letting a man touch his ass hole was still definitely queer though. I was fucked from both ends. There was still plenty of time left after they both got their nut twice, and Trip was just too curious about getting rimmed. He just had to know what it was like to get his ass hole kissed. After seeing me french kiss Trip's ass hole, Gabe decided there was nothing queer about my tongue touching his ass hole after all, and he had to know how it felt too. It felt great and they both nutted again in my mouth. Not sure what kind of tutoring Paul had in mind, but I was getting cock sucking and rimming practice.
Thursday morning, we didn't even pretend that they were teaching me Aspen software. I'm not sure how often these guys were getting laid before they knocked up their wives, but I took eight loads from them that morning. I got off in a stall in the Men's room with my ass full of cum, the taste of cum in my mouth, and the smell of ass on my face.
I should be unshockable, but I was still shocked when I went to Gabe's office on Friday and he and Trip were there with two more young men I did not know. No small talk or introductions, Pushed to my knees and hard cock in my face. Fast hard use for an hour. Gabe at least had rags and paper towels, so I did not leak cum on the floor as I made the walk of shame out of his office. "
My Master Son loved the story
"Good job daddy. I love your filthy mind. You kept me entertained and horny all the way to Memphis. You want to be a real whore at your job daddy? Want me to set something up for you? You are such a good fag daddy, maybe I should. I may have to meet your Boss Paul. See for myself the big hairy man my daddy lusts for and wants to brown nose. Get your face out of my crotch and sit up straight. We are almost there"
I knew where we were instantly. I had worked in this old industrial part of Memphis years ago. We were on Chelsea Ave at one of the big warehouses. The place looked abandoned like lots of others in the area, but the sign said it was a kitchen and bath remodeling company. We meet the British Guy that had ghosted me in chapter 8. We meet in an office decorated in 1970s worn out furniture. I finally learned the name of the man who had whored me out in the Motel 6, Ian.
Ian did not look as good as I had imagined when I was blindfolded in a darkened motel room. He was not ugly but his face was far from handsome. He was bald and more overweight than I imagined too. But his uncut almost beer can thick cock was just as great as the first time. I nursed on his cock while my Master Son Jeff and he talked about plans for tonight. The cameras and lights were set up in the warehouse to give the scene a grungy industrial look. A sling was set up and so were pallets with an uninstalled granite countertop on the pallets. I was going to get fucked on both and maybe on the warehouse floor too. All of Ian's men were going to join in. He had not given them a choice if they wanted to keep working for him. Eight men aged 18 to 45, all black and all hung. I was too horny to think much, but even I knew eight BBC would tear me open. It got worse. Ian told his men to invite their friends and there would be party favors. Ian had posted an ad on a fetish pick up site too.
"Making a Jack of Spades video. Recording a jack of spades slut getting used Friday evening. He will be naked, blindfolded in a sling with a clean lubed ass. Your face will not be shown, masks available. Use him however you wish, He takes all BBC who wants to fuck him, get sucked or get rimmed. He is a cum dump for all black men! Whip his white ass and fuck it. No talking needed just use him however you wish while I record the slut. Pics of the slut available. Party favors provided in exchange for filming. Real ad...please no time wasters...Tell me how you want to use him. Lining up Men to use him"
Random men promised drugs if they fucked me and whip my ass on camera, what could possibly go wrong !!!??? Master Son Jeff and Ian smoked a joint to loosen up. I took Ian's cock out of my mouth long enough to look questioningly at my Master.
"None for you daddy. You are going to be wide awake and sober. Going to remember every detail of tonight's fun."
Great, Fucking Great ! If I was going to get my pussy ripped apart, he could at least get me high enough to be totally out of it, but the drugs were not for me that night. Master gave Ian a horny goat pill (whatever that is) and then it was time for the show.
I was stripped and bent over a desk. Ian lubed my ass with his fingers and his cock just like he had the first time. I was led naked to the warehouse and saw the set up for my movie debut. A sling surrounded by bright lights and a crowd of black men. Most of the men wore masks and nothing else. Most were already hard. I started to run, but Master's hand on my neck stopped me. I could not run. This was happening.