First, the disclaimers. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. The narrative that follows did not happen to me or to anyone else I know. The characters in the story, like myself, are all of legal age. Don't contact Me to meet these slaves. DO contact Me if you want to become one of these slaves. Also contact me with any praise, criticism, or suggestions. All feedback is good.
Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 2
"I'm finally going to get into the pants of our contractor," Ryan thought to himself. "It's about fucking time!"
From the moment he first met Alexi, Ryan was undeniably hot for him. Sure, Alexi was a walking wet-dream. Straight guy. Blue collar. Great shape. But there was more to him than that. As Ryan had gotten to know Alexi, he'd realized that their contractor was a relaxed, comfortable, confident guy. The kind of man you just want to get to know better. And Ryan was hoping to get to know Alexi -much- better.
At first he just arranged his schedule as much as he could to be home while Alexi was working on the place. Always nearby in case Alexi wanted some help, something to drink, whatever. They started some small talk and became what Ryan thought of as "breeder buddies." They talked about girls and Ryan faked it -- he wasn't out, so faking it was second nature -- and talked about all kinds of other stuff from video games to favorite foods. Alexi was easy to talk to and Ryan was great at starting up conversations with strangers.
Ryan was waiting for when Alexi would finally suggest they go out for a couple of beers. That finally happened a few days ago.
"Alexi, that sounds great. But, um, I'm only 19 and I'll probably get carded."
"Then I guess we'll have to have them at my place."
Ryan smiled, loving how easy it was to score with this guy. Not that he actually scored yet. But Ryan figured that he could easily talk Alexi into a "mostly straight" evening with Ryan sucking him off after a brew or two. After all, people always say the difference between a straight man and a trick is a six-pack.
Ryan showed up at Alexi's place promptly at 7PM.
"Hey, Ryan, " Alexi called from his bedroom, "Help yourself to a beer from the fridge."
Ryan helped himself to a beer and into Alexi's bedroom. Why the hell not? Alexi was already in there. Ryan found Alexi on the other side of his bed, pulling a fresh t-shirt over his chiseled chest. Ryan couldn't take his eyes away from Alexi's muscles. Not the sculpted muscles of a gym rat, but the result of real, hard work. "Nice place you've got."
"Thanks, Ryan. Let's go into the living room and have some fun with my Wii."
"Alexi, I was kinda hoping we could have some fun right here."
Alexi raised an eyebrow.
"Look, I know you're not into guys." This wasn't how Ryan had intended to pace the evening, but the sight of Alexi's mouth-watering chest tossed aside any kind of timetable. "The thing is, I am so into you, dude, that I'll do whatever you want to have a chance at your cock. Anything."
"Well, the place can use some straightening up, but I'm not making any promises. It's not like I routinely let cocksuckers chow down on my meat." Alexi said, playing his cards close to his chest.
"Sure, I can clean your place, but you're wasting a good resource, Sir. Think about back in grade school. Men like you knew exactly what to do with faggots like me. Think about the power you can have to treat a guy like shit and have him eagerly coming back for more. Go as deep as you want, man. Whatever it takes for you to appreciate my skills as a queerhole." Ryan knew he was bulldozing the closet he had maintained all these years, but his hunger for Alexi was so powerful, he was putting on the hard-sell. "Ever come home really pissed off at some jackoff who ruined your day? Take it out on your queer. Does it feel like fun to have some faggot around who will kiss your ass - literally - just because you tell him to? That's what bitches like me live for."
"So you're telling me that you'll do anything and everything I want? Just for the possibility to suck me off?"
"Yes, SIR!"
Alexi laughed, getting some insight into how this could deepen what he'd already planned out. "That makes you one pretty pathetic fag, huh?"
Ryan's instincts spoke for him at that point. "Yes, SIR, thank YOU, SIR."
"So, asswipe. What the fuck are you waiting for? Kiss my fucking ass." Ryan started to walk to Alexi, who smiled as he snarled, "Jesus, where the hell are your manners? Crawl!"
Ryan dropped to his knees and apologized as his erection pulsed. "I'm sorry, SIR. It won't happen again, SIR." Once at Alexi's feet, he crept behind him and put his lips against the seat of his pants, pressing adoringly. "Thank YOU, SIR, for allowing me to kiss YOUR ass, SIR."
"Man, clearly you've kissed ass before. How many guys have you convinced to allow you to submit to them?"
"Only a couple of guys at school, SIR, who use me for their kicks. They taught me how much i need it, SIR."
"I'm gonna have to meet these dudes and thank them. In the meantime, dipshit, go into the kitchen and make Me some dinner. Look around and put something together. Give Me a reason to want to keep you around here."
"Yes, SIR!" Ryan crawled out of the room and into the kitchen, where he stood up and looked around to see what to cook. He didn't cook very much or very well -- his dad usually took care of those things -- but he found some ground beef in the fridge and tomato sauce and pasta in the pantry. While he prepared Alexi's dinner, he was thinking how he might have gotten himself a little over his head. The guys at school, that was casual shit, they just called him over to blow them or to slap him around for fun. This guy was putting Ryan to work. Ryan shrugged. He wasn't kidding when he said he'd do whatever it took.
Meanwhile, Alexi laid on his bed adding this new equation into his history of using faggots. It'd never occurred to him that they could not only be useful, but entertaining as well. He had to admit getting off on the idea of having Ryan humiliating himself for Alexi's entertainment. This added a whole new level of exploitation that Alexi had never considered before. He started to refine his plan on how he was going to get both father and son to be useful to him. To be, he admitted to himself, his father-and-son slaves.
Ryan crawled into the room. "SIR, dinner is ready, SIR."
"There's a wooden stand by the stove, asswipe, for serving Me in bed. Use that to bring my dinner here. Stand up to carry it, but kneel here as you set up the stand." Ryan turned around and quickly made it happen. Two plates of spaghetti and two frosted glasses of beer. "What's this, dipshit? I'm eating for two?"
"I thought I'd...."
"And just who said you could fucking think? Did you `think' I'd want to share my meal with some asswipe faghole?" Ryan dumped the pasta from one of the plates onto the hardwood floor at Ryan's feet. "That's how a faggot eats around me. Off the floor. Gives you some fucking incentive to keep the floors here clean enough to eat off. I'll drink these beers and," he inspiredly added, "you can have them when my bladder's done with them."
Ryan and Alexi ate their dinners quietly, each deep in thought over what was enfolding around them. Ryan was frightened and yet aroused beyond belief by Alexi's attitude. Alexi felt smug in his developing control over the slaveboy. Ryan finished first, instinctively licking the floor clean. When Alexi finished, he sat up in bed, hanging his legs over the side in front of Ryan. "Kneel and pant like the fuckin' dog you are." Ryan humbly obeyed, arms bent, palms down like an obedient puppy. "Good fagpup. Now I'm going to reward you by allowing you to taste My freakin' prick. I'm going to place it in on your pathetic little tongue. You are not allowed to swallow it or even lick it. Just look up at Me and show your fuckin' gratitude that I'm allowing you to taste it." Alexi stood up and unleashed his dick, letting it lie on Ryan's outstretched tongue. Ryan looked up and moaned, eyes tearing up.
"I hope you're not so fuckin' useless that you can't swallow with your mouth open. Drink up, fagpup. Once I'm done, crawl out of here, go home, and pray that I decide to call you back here sometime." With that, Alexi smiled and pissed into Ryan's open mouth. Ryan slurped, gulped and desperately worked to keep up with the full force of Alexi's salty, bitter flow. As Alexi's flow stopped, he picked up his prick and shook it onto Ryan's tongue. "Fucking urinal. Jesus, your fagdick is drooling in your damn jeans." Alexi growled as he softly kicked Ryan backward onto the floor. Ryan crawled out of Alexi's apartment, beet red from a lack of breath but more so from the shame of being used as a man's piss dump and from the dark spot at the inner thigh of his pant leg revealing his piggish hunger for more.