Daddy Faggot Slave Part 17
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This is adult-oriented original fiction depicting explicit and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Things described here may be considered unsafe sex or illegal. These acts are part of a fictional story and are not recommended in real life. By reading this story you are saying you are of legal age to read such material and live where this type of reading material is legal.
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This chapter contains raunchy content in the last few paragraphs. Readers who are offended by raunch may want to skip this chapter
Story:
Master Jess: "See Curt, it is all good. This is the way it was meant to be, You are a real pussy boy now, and you cum like a real pussy does. You get to fulfill your purpose. No more pretending or trying to be a man. You are just going to be a good happy pussy that is fucked all the time. You be a good fag for me, Jeff, and Paul, don't worry your horny little mind about anything else."
My first night sleeping in Master Jess's bed was heaven. I did what he said and didn't worry my little faggot mind with anything, but with morning real-world worries came crashing back. My marriage was over, my job was in jeopardy, and my secret life was an open secret now. I'd been a whore all weekend, and I had the best sex and orgasm of my life, but time to face Monday morning and the consequences.
Jess was in a hurry, but he had enough time for me to suck off his morning wood and give me a piss chaser before going to work. I got ready for work after he was gone. I started by removing my butt plug, and painfully passing a foot-long brick of crap. I was left feeling empty and surprisingly clean. The faggot-shake Master Jess ordered me to drink must be more than vitamins and nutrients. It must be a faggot cleanse too. Every waking minute my hole would be for fucking, and when I was asleep, my guts would process food and get cleaned out. Whatever was in the faggot-shake was powerful stuff. It was easy to wash and finger my cunt in the shower, so I was ready to fuck when I got to work. I was so fucking horny, so maybe the faggot-shake had an aphrodisiac in it or maybe it was the memory of how good it felt when Master Jess had fucked the cum out of me.
When I got to work, my things had already been moved to a new office in the executive suite. My new office was very near Boss Paul's office. The furnishings were spartan and it was smaller than my old office, but it was "executive" and came with a perk, a key to the executive bathroom. Yea, the building was old enough to be designed that classist way. My office probably belonged to a secretary back in the day when all managers had secretaries. I got a new fancy title and a large pay raise too. I can only imagine and fear what people thought about me getting moved up so far so fast.
Boss Paul called me to his office as soon as he arrived. He didn't say anything at first. He pushed his chair back and pointed to his feet. I thought he wanted a blowjob, but I was wrong. When I was on my knees at his feet, he said: "Change my shoes."
He was wearing leather loafers and like everyone else here, he changed to safety boots at work. His feet were big just like his cock, maybe size 13. I got a slight whiff of his scent as I slipped off his loafers. I wanted to rub my face on his socks and breath deep. He seemed to read my mind.
"Not now. Maybe later if I am feeling generous. You will do this every day. Every morning you will come to my office and drop to your knees without being told. This is one of your new job duties."
After I had his boots on his feet and the laces tied, I stayed on the floor, unsure what to do next. He texted someone for about 5 minutes as I kneeled at his feet.
"One of your other new duties is cleaning. As I told you yesterday when you were sucking your wife's pussy juice and your ass juices off my cock, you are my cleanup boy. You clean my mess."
He stood up after saying that, and the bulge in his pants was at my face. Even covered in pant cloth, I could smell his scent. It did things to my brain.
"Open my fly and put your nose in and smell what you will be licking and eating soon. Jeff, the college boy that owns you, sent me pics and videos of the filth you got off on. You're clearly a faggot pig. You're huffing my stink right now, and you're excited. This is the perfect job for you pig."
He must have showered today, but the smell coming off his crotch was like an old gym bag full of unwashed workout gear and jock straps. Something else earthy sour too. It was too strong to make sense, but I didn't care. I love it and wanted it.
"Do your job faggot. Take my cock out of my fly and get your nose to the tip."
His cock was soft and the thick foreskin completely coveted his cock head. It was beautiful but smelled like piss, sweat, and something riper.
"I grew this for you faggot. Saved the cleaning of my equipment for your enjoyment. All under the skin for you to lick up. Dried pussy juice from the bitch I fucked last night, dried cum, sweat, the last drops of my morning piss, and the beginning of my cheese cake. Slowly pull the skin back and breathe it in."
Fuck he was right. It was so strong, and I could smell all those things. His piss slit was slightly wet. The stink only got stronger as I slowly uncovered his purplish head. At the bottom ridge of his head, a thin bead of white smeg was growing. I huffed and wanted to pull away. Man smalls are a major turn-on for me, but this was too much too strong, too ripe. Some part of my sick brain responded to it though.
"That is only from one day. Just imagine how it will be if you miss an opportunity to clean it. Think about how raunchy it will be after 2 days or a week. I will only be washing my cock and balls in your mouth and with your tongue. You should beg me every day to suck my dirty dick clean. Hold my cock in your mouth, don't lick or suck till I tell you. Fucking let my funk fill your mouth. Savor my flavor. Do you like my taste? Get used to it and learn to love it. Your mouth and tongue will be cleaning my nasty parts; it is your job now. "
He left me like that for about 5 minutes with my lips gently wrapped around his cock while he took pics and texted. It was even more degrading than being a urinal. At least getting pissed in was fast, It took all I had not to gag.
"Use your tongue faggot. Lick my head clean. Coat your tongue with my smeg. Open wide and stick out your tongue. Fuck that is nasty. You're nasty."
He used my tongue like a rag and wiped his cock head as he said this. The taste was like the smell only more sour and salty.
"Finish the job, suck me. Keep your tongue moving over every spot. You will lick my salty nuts when my cock is perfectly clean."
Finishing the job did not take long. Boss Paul got rock hard, but he did not want a blow job right then. He was just using my mouth for a cock cleaning service. He gave me one more new job before he allowed me to get up off my knees.
"Faggot, I bet you want me to piss in your mouth now to wash out the taste away. No, you will be tasting me for hours. Faggot, I bet you want my cum too? Cum guzzling slut, I know you do, but not now, maybe later. You can't get enough cum, but I can't have you hitting-on and begging every real man here at work for their loads (I never did that and would never do that), so there is a system to control your feeding. You will find a one-liter beaker on your desk. It is to collect and display all the money you make giving blow jobs. The price to use you is 25 cents. Any man who gives you a quarter is your master till you suck a load from his balls. You will follow him where ever he goes till he points to the floor then you will kneel and give him the best head he has ever had and swallow every drop. When he is done, when his cum is in your stomach, you will tell him "Thank you Sir it was a pleasure to serve you." I better not hear a complaint. If a man does not give you a quarter, he is not interested in your faggot lips or he does not have permission to use you. Do you understand slut?"
I understood, but it was hard to hear, hard to take. I started this journey as a curious married man who wanted some slightly kinky summer fun with a college kid and his friends, but now I was a whore for any man and every man who gives me a quarter. Fucking lower than a 2-dollar whore, I was a two-bit whore. The worst part was I would like it every time that I dropped to my knees. How did my mind get so twisted and fucked up?
After doing the important part of my job, servicing Boss Paul, I did my regular work till lunch. No man gave me a quarter, so I was thinking maybe it would be a rare thing, and almost none of my coworkers would know about me. Per instructions from Master Jess, I drank a regular body-building protein shake for lunch and spent my lunch hour at the company gym. My masters wanted to see less fat and more defined muscle on their property. Several people were working out at lunch too. I got in a good 45 minutes of fast cardio and weights before heading to the showers. I'd already pulled off my sweat-soaked shorts and shirt when Steve walked up to me. Like me, he was dripping with sweat. He reached out to me and I thought he wanted a handshake, but he placed a coin in my palm. He didn't say a word, just walked away. Wearing only my jock strap, I followed him like a dog to the men's room stalls.
Steve is about my height, slightly overweight, and half my age. Not a bad looking guy, but no one's fantasy man. At work, he is a straight laced company man 100%. Getting blown in a men's room is out of character, but I guess he really needed to unload and that is my job now. I know my place and sat on the toilet with my face near his crotch. I was a little surprised at how soft, thin, and short his cock was. But no cock with a quarter rejected, so I sucked and licked to get him hard. His cock and pubs were wet with sweat. I tasted salt and his musk. He was a grower. He quickly grew to 6-7" of steel hard dripping cock. Once he was hard, he took over control and moved my sucking mouth up and down his shaft. Even though he wasn't super big, he was face fucking me hard enough to make me gag. I pushed myself off his cock long enough to whisper "Easy PLEASE! Got to be quiet." The locker room and stall area were far from empty. He completely ignored me and went back to hard face fucking me. I did my best to not gag and be quiet, but I couldn't stop gaging or be perfectly quiet, I was relieved when he showed all the signs of cumming soon, but he pulled me off his cock before his climax. He moved my mouth down to his hairy nuts, and I huffed the wonderful strong smell before licking his nuts clean. All this happened fast. He was in a hurry to cum after I liked his ball, so he fucked my mouth hard and jackrabbit fast. His cum hit the back of my throat like a cannon blast. His cum was thick, sticky, rich, and strong tasting. I loved it. It was so thick it was hard to swallow. I knew I would taste him for a long time.
He pulled up his shorts and left without ever saying a word. I stayed in the stall for a minute. I did not know if anyone had heard me gaging, and did not want anyone who heard the gaging to see me come out of the stall. Luckily my cock cage kept my cock under control. Walking around the locker room with cum on my breath and a hard-on stretching my jock would have been too much to take. It might get my ass beaten up too. I did not have time to shower. I could not be late getting back! I was toweling the sweat off my body when Steve came out of the shower naked and told me to follow him he had something I had to see, so I followed him to his locker and was still wearing only my sweaty damp jock. He opened his gym bag.
"Take a look at this"
In his gym bag were his dirty socks, jock strap, and three rolls of quarters.
"You'll work out with me every day at lunch (a statement of fact, not a question). Do you get off at 5?
"Yes Sir."
Why the fuck did I call him Sir? Especially here. No one told me to. I was a dumb fucking slut.
"You might want to wear a towel when you're prancing around here. Your chastity cage shows up nice and clear in your damp jock."
I had no reply to that. Damn, how could I be so stupid? Just a stupid cum slut. I got dressed and almost ran to get back to my office on time. Good thing I did, because Gary came to my office almost as soon as I sat down at my desk. I knew why he was there when the closed my office door, and tossed a quarter into my liter beaker. Gary was very tall and had a good body for his age. He was about 55. I worked well with him on many projects and counted him as a friend. I doubted he saw me as a friend at that point.
"Knees"
Gary sat in my chair and I blew him. He was packing a big pale uncut cock with a purplish head. He was already half hard and pumping precum when I started. I did all the work and was rewarded with a big load in less than 5 minutes. As he left, all he said was "Later". Over the next three hours, I had four more customers. The most memorable was a tall blond young ( ~25 yo) millwright. I never knew his name. He meet me by accident in a hallway and reached out like he wanted to shake my hand, but he put a quarter in my palm. I had no choice but to follow him around. I followed him for about 10 minutes and ended up at the top of a stairway in a shut-down unit. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, and I assumed the cock-sucker position. He was very well-hung, cut, and rock-hard when I opened his uniform pants. It was hot as hell in the stairwell and we were both sweating buckets. His crotch had the delicious odor only found on a hard-working man's junk. This was a public place, but my cocksucker's brain only cared about breathing in his scent and licking and sucking his junk clean. He let me lick his cock and balls clean before he fucked my face. Not really a blow job, but just gagging on a long thick cock fucking my throat. I was a warm wet tight hole, and all I had to do is watch my teeth and suck in enough air to stay alive. He did not stop or slow down as he was cumming, so his sperm painted my throat and my tongue. While he was putting away his still half-hard dick, I was wiping fag drool off my face and my shirt, Boss Paul texted me to come to his office.
I got to his office very fast, in less than 3 minutes. I did not want to disappoint him, and I feared pissing him off.
"You have another job to do today. Go to the washroom and kneel. I used my key to get into the executive washroom, and Boss Paul was right behind me. I didn't know where to kneel so I knelt just inside the door.
"Good boy. Crawl over to the bigger stall."
There were only two stalls there and two urinals. I figured Boss Paul wanted a bathroom blow job, so I sat on the seat in a cocksucker position. I was so wrong.
"Dumb cum hungry faggot, get up and out of my way. I'm going to take a shit. Get on your knees where you belong. You're going to give me a blowkin."
I had no idea what that was, but I knew it would be bad, so fucking low and bad. Boss Paul's cock was completely soft but never small. Of course, his foreskin covered this head.
"Get your filthy mouth on my dick. Get it all in your mouth. No you greedy cumdump, I did not say to lick or suck. Just hold my dick in your nasty hole and wait."
I waited for less than a minute then the first big disgusting fart ripped, and I got a squirt of piss in my mouth. He did not have to tell me to swallow. He wasn't fast. He took a leisurely big shit. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he was leaking precum between piss shots. Boss Paul was enjoying himself, so I guess I should have been happy, but I just wanted it to be over and breathe clean air.
"I fucking love pissing with a hard-on, and I have my own personal toilet, so I can enjoy this every day. Good piss boy. I'm about to finish. Run your tongue over my piss slit while I finish emptying my bladder. Fuck that feels good."
I was relieved it was over. I have never liked being a urinal for a man. I just do it when ordered, but this was so much more degrading and disgusting. I know shit does not smell like roses, but having your face near the source of the gas and turds is a whole other level of rank. But it wasn't over. He pushed me back on my ass when he stood up, so I scrambled to get back on my knees.
"Do your job, clean me up."
I reached for the toilet paper, and he slapped my hand and then my face hard.
"You're my brown noser. Wipe my ass with your face then you can clean me inside with your tongue."
I lost it and cried and begged him not to make me do this.
"Don't give me that crap. Jeff, the 18-year-old who owns most of you, showed me the video of you licking his drug dealer's ass right after he took a shit. That was on the first day you meet Jeff. Don't pretend you don't like it pig. You served as toilet paper for a boy, now you will be toilet paper for a man. He shared with me the fantasy you told him where you get hard licking my shit hole clean and the interns too. You begged Jeff to lick his dirty ass and all his friends in a public men's room. How many men's shit holes have you tongued? Do you even remember? I may make you bob in the toilet for turds for lying to me.
I tried to explain while I begged more. I told him that they had got me high out of my mind with some laced pot and ecstasy. I told him how Jeff and Jake had beat me in the playroom. They were squeezing my nuts and showed me a nut crusher vice. I had to do it. They would have literally crushed my balls if I didn't. The fantasy was just nasty talk to amuse Jeff. I'd rimed lots of men, but not like this. Jake was the only time I ate shit. I had to, they were torturing me and I was scared to death. He listened to me try to explain. He record some of my begging on his phone.
"Faggot, I believe you. I want to assure you I will not crush your nuts or torture you. You did a good thing telling me how you feel. Knowing how you truly feel will make me enjoy this shit even more. Now be a good pig, Spread my hairy cheeks stick out your tongue, and wipe my ass with your face. Start at your forehead and wipe all the way to your chin. Cleaning my ass with a faggot's face. Washing my shitty ass with a faggot's tears and slobber. Stop for a minute and look up at me, show me your brown face. Lick your lips."
Of course, he recorded this. When he thought my face was brown enough, he ordered me back to his ass to lick, swallow, and repeat. I did just that. Shit was mashed into the hairs covering his buns and ass hole, so I had to work with my lips and tongue. When the outside was clean, I suck my tongue inside his filthy shit hole. I never stopped crying, and I wretched a lot. I managed not to throw up. When I did this the first time for Jake, I was scared, extremely high and in a dark dungeon, and a man was squeezing my balls. This time, I was sober, in a brightly lit room, and no one was squeezing my nuts, but I still did it. I had no excuses for what I did. I did not because he told me to and wanted me to, that was it.
"Good faggot, this is why I keep you around, all you are good for. I should add this to your job description, professional personal ass liker. You were very good at it too, so I will reward you. Strip and go stand by the mirror."
I did as I was told and was naked facing the mirror.
"Look at yourself. Look at your face. Who would want to fuck a filthy face like that? Spit on your fingers, wipe, suck clean, and repeat till your face is not shitty."
While I was cleaning my face, Boss Paul was fingering and stretching my ass ring. He had three or four lubed fingers inside me by the time my face was clean. I was bent forward and still facing the mirror when his thick long dick slammed into me. I could see my face in pain, then acceptance, and finally faggot pleasure. Boss Paul had his eyes closed, and his face showed his control and pleasure. Long steady strokes like a boring machine reaming hole wider. This could have gone on forever for my part, but we were interrupted when Steve unlocked the bathroom door and stepped inside. He tossed a quarterer at my feet and opened his pants. Steve and Boss Paul matched rhythms as they fucked my holes, For a moment my holes would feel empty and hungry just before being stuffed full the next minute, This was a pleasure and pain for my ass and I loved the precum Seve was feeding me, I wanted my cock to be free so bad, I needed to touch my dick and make myself cum.
We were interrupted again when Gary unlocked the door and came in too. He completely undressed and his body was hard and well-built for a man his age, Like Steve, he tossed a quarter on the floor under me.
Boss Paul: "Faggot, you have a problem, three customers, and both your fuck holes are full of dick. What will you do about it, If you disappoint a real man, you will be severely punished. I think you mentioned a ball-crushing device earlier."
I was too horny to think straight and scared too now, but this was not a hard problem to solve.
Me: "Sirs, Please! Please DP me! Please stretch my pussy wide with two big dicks and use my pussy for your fuck sleeve and cumdump. Sheath two big dicks in my straining fuck hole, and fuck my face. Please fill me with cock and cum! Sirs I need all your dicks and loads in me. Sirs please, I need all three of your big dicks in me at once. Please, bend me fold me stretch me. FUCK ME.
I did not have to beg long. Boss Paul sat on a padded bench in the washroom, and I sat on his big thick cock and impatiently started ridding him, When He pulled me back so my back touched his harry chest, Gary lifted my feet and bent my legs so my feet were beside my head, My stuffed hole was completely exposed. A few pics were taken, then Gary hocked up several spit wads for lube and forced his big purple cock head in me. I was trying to stay quiet, but I moaned loudly and screamed once when he bottomed out in my pussy. Steve put his hard dripping cock in my mouth to muffle me. The real men were enjoying my holes, and that was what was important. They took their time and were in no hurry to cum. I was moved into several positions and went ass-to-mouth on me repeatedly. For my part, I was in pain, in heat, in ecstasy, in chastity, and on the edge, I more than want to cum, I needed to cum.
Boss Paul: "Faggot, your mouth is full of dick, can you still taste my shit in your mouth?
I answered without taking Seve's cock out of my mouth.
Me: " Yeeas Siurrr"
Boss Paul: "Do you love the taste? Do you want to be my personal ass-licker?
Me: " Siurrr, It taaests groose and nazzty. Sirra, I wana suurve oou eevebery way to peas uoo. Siurr I wana peas uoo eberywaay "
Boss Paul: "Honest faggot. Tells his boss the truth. Good cumdump. You're my eager brown-noser, urinal, and personal shitty-ass licker. You made yourself useful to men by greedily sucking down their loads. I'm feeling so good right now, I'm in a generous mood. Ok men, on the count of three, ram your meat deep into the faggot and hold. 1, 2, 3. FAGGOT, CUM!"
It was like a switch was flipped. I had been near the edge for a while, but his one word "CUM" took over my brain and body and my only purpose was to fire as much cum out of my caged cock as humanly possible. I was having trouble breathing, My throat kept convulsing around Steve's hard cock. My cunt muscles undulated, squeezing, and milking the two fat cock filling me. My prostate felt like a nutcracker was squeezing out the last drops of my load, It was the biggest load I had ever shot. Reducing a human being down to a quivering moaning piece of fuckmeat must be a huge turn-on. That and my contracting moving fuck hole muscles brought the men to climax then too. So much cum pouring out of my caged dicklet and so much jizz deposited in both my holes. Cum and slobber dripping from my lips and cum running down my legs. All too soon for me, the big cocks were pulled out of my exhausted body.
Boss Paul: "If you keep being an eager obedient pig, you might get the honor of serving three of us again. Did my PAL enjoy being our cumdump? No need to answer, I see the answer on your cummy lips and the pool of cum you are lying in. Mouth clean the dicks and thank the men. Then you can clean this filthy men's room with your tongue. That is another of your new job duties, cleanup boy. Keep the executive washroom clean and shiny. Don't forget to lick out the urinals too. I will inspect your work in the morning. After all that you can leave, go to your brother-in-law, Jeff's, house. He has more work for you to do at a glory hole. Faggot, you fucking love your work."
When I finally got to Master Jess's house, he was not home. I stripped naked and drank another faggot-shake that Master Jess had laid out for me then crawled into my glory hole box. I sat on a soft pile of Master Jess's dirty clothes and listened to the soothing white noise that was playing in my box. I kind of zoned out for a while, mindlessly fingering my loose fuck hole and staring at the light coming through the glory hole. Waiting and wanting and needing another cock to come through the hole. I was laser-focused on the glory hole and devoured the first dick to enter the glory hole. I was in a kind of daze all night. The white noise and all the cocks and cum made me feel good and calm. So happy and full. I dozed off for a short time with one of Master Jess's dirty tee shirts over my nose. I awoke when Master Jess knocked on the box.
"Rise and shine slut. Time to serve your Master then get to work."
Author's Note: Links to some of my other stories are below. Many parts of my stories are based on my real-life experience with artistic license. Some stories are more fictional than others. I love chatting with my readers about the stories and/or the events that inspired them. I am always looking for new real experiences too. New experiences to fuel new nifty stories. I am based in Memphis TN and would love to hear from men who enjoy my writing and/or are interested in the backstories.
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