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Chapter 3 - Learning my Place
Pete
When I got home after doing some shit, I looked out and saw the faggot sleeping. I could give no fucks what the faggot did when I wasn't using it, but I decided to use this as an opportunity to break the faggot in all the way and beat it beyond the point it would resist ever again. I woke the faggot up by spraying it with the hose. I took my belt off and started beating the faggot all over its wet, shivering, naked body. I told it that worthless faggot slaves don't get to sleep unless given permission. As I continued to beat it with no mercy I told it that for punishment I was going to make it sleep outside like the dirty animal it was. The sounds that were coming out of the faggot from the beating reminded me of the sounds a bitch makes when he is being fucked and it was turning me on something fierce. I decided I needed fuck, so I unchained the faggot, grabbed it by its hair, pulled it up to its knees and shoved my hard cock as deep as I could into its throat. As the faggot choked and fought for air I slapped it and told it that it needed to show more gratitude and that my nut was the only dinner it was going to get.
faggot
I woke up gasping from cold hose water blasting me in the face. After that it was all a blur; I was being yelled at and beaten and yelled at more. It was a hard, long beating. The kind of beating that is meant to strip away the layers that make someone a person and force them to accept they are nothing more than a slave. Sometimes I heard Master laughing at my pain, sometimes all I could hear was his effort of swinging the belt and his heavy breathing. After he stopped hitting me Master said that was todays lesson and that I still needed to be punished. This I thought was rather unfair since I apparently broke a rule that wasn't taught to me until after I broke it, but I knew what would happen if I voiced this to Master so I didn't dare say anything. Master told me my punishment was I would be sleeping outside tonight like an animal. After the beating I was willing to accept anything without resistance. Then Master unchained me and his beautiful fat veiny cock was in front of my face and then quickly balls deep in my throat. As funny as it may seem from someone that has experienced what I have in the last couple of days, the moment that my nose pushed into Sirs very masculine smelling pubic hair and his hairy belly was against my forehead, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and gratitude. Master grunted as he fucked my throat, totally ignoring my need to breath, he fucked me like the only thing that mattered was his cocks pleasure. He told me that his nut was going to be my only dinner. He made me beg for it as he slapped me around and spit in my face. He took his time fucking my face, he would long stroke my throat for a time then he would pin me up against a wood pile as he viciously slam fucked my face. I was loving it despite how hard and rough it was. It was the best part of my day, the only part of my day that anyone even spoke to me or noticed that I was alive. I was very excited for Master's load and very hungry for something to be in my belly.
Pete
The faggot was enjoying getting its throat pounded, I could tell by the little extra movements and effort it was giving despite the tight grip I had on its hair and the power I was pounding its throat with. I didn't give the faggot any warning just busted my nut all in its throat. I told it to enjoy its faggot dinner, then chained it back up to the post and went inside the house. I got cleaned up and without even telling the faggot I left to go to the bar for the night.
faggot
I could feel the heat of Master's cum slide down my throat and into my belly like you can when you drink hot coffee on a cold day. I was kinda sad that I didn't get to taste more of it, but Master did pull back and let me suck the last drops out of his cock. I kissed his cock head after he finally pulled it out and said I loved his cock, which only got me kicked and told not to speak unless given permission. Then I was back to being alone and chained up. After some time the sun started to go down and not only was I getting cold but I was still very thirsty and hungry.
Then it was completely dark, I couldn't see anything around me, I was already shivering and I knew I had a long cold night ahead of me. I heard movement, a distinct sound of something walking across the yard. I tried to make some noise to scare off any animal that could be the source of the noise. Then there was a figure standing in front of me, I couldn't see anything about it except the general shape of a person.
Then a deep Man's voice said "what are you doing back here boy?" I didn't know what to say, or if I should even say anything at all, so I just stayed quiet. "You talk boy?" I figured I should answer and meekly said "yes Sir." The Man said he had heard me being whipped earlier and seen what I had been fed for dinner. He asked me if I was ok and if I was hungry? I said "yes Sir" and that I was very hungry, I told me to hold on and I heard him walk back across the yard and through a gate to the yard next door. After a time he was back caring a plate with something on it and a glass. Then the Man set the glass and plate down on the ground and said it was only right for me to do something for him if he was going to feed me. He stepped up to me and undid his pants and pulled his underwear down grabbed me by the hair and said suck my dick faggot.
James
I was out in the back yard doing some work when I heard the distinct sounds of flesh being hit by leather and moaning and crying coming from next door. Sure enough as I peaked through a crack in the fence I could make out Pete from next door wailing away on some naked boy. He was really giving it to him hard, and all the while yelling at him about being a faggot slave and being owned with no rights. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I watched the whole incident unfold and saw Pete fuck the boys face then go inside and after a while leave altogether. I decided then and there that I was going to use the faggot when it got dark enough. After speaking to the slave I could tell he was desperate for food and water. I went back home and put a piece of bread on a plate and filled a glass with water and went back over. I asked the faggot if he was hungry and he said yes very, so I put the plate and glass down and walked up in front of the faggot and pulled my dick out. I couldn't believe how eager and compliant he was, as soon as my dick was in front of him he leaned into it and kissed it. I grabbed him by the hair and said suck my dick faggot and proceeded to give him the hardest face fucking I could. I told the faggot I was going to cum in him and dispose of him like a used condom.
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I couldn't see who was fucking my face, but I got to know him through the taste, smell and feel of his Superior cock. He told me I was worthless like a used condom, to be cum in and then forgotten about. He definitely knew what he was doing in the face fucking department. Then before I knew it he was saying eat your second dinner faggot and I felt his cock pumping his nut into my throat. He pulled back after a couple of spurts and let the last few shots into my mouth. I was so grateful to get a chance to taste his cum, and it tasted really good. It instantly filled my mouth and was very thick and sticky feeling. He pulled out and told me I was a natural cocksucker as he was pulling his pants back up.
Then he just started walking away towards the gate back to his yard. I was very desperate or else I would have never had the nerve to ask, but I said as humbly as I could if I could have the food and water now. I heard him snicker and say oh yeah, then walk back over and pick up the plate and water. He dumped the slice of bread off the plate onto the ground and stepped on it then took the water and drank it himself. Then he walked over to me and kicked me in the stomach and said that he heard my Master tell me not to speak unless given permission, then he said "fuck you faggot" and walked back to his yard and was gone. The rest of the night was long and hard to get through, I got like no sleep. The two loads in my stomach did little to stop the pain and my mouth was filled with a strong sticky taste from the last nut. After one night in a dog cage and the next night chained up outside like an animal I knew my place.