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Note. This part is from the perspective of Frank, Jayden's dad. He's a man of few word and hence this chapter is shorter than the others.
Straight Jayden and Mitch the Bitch Part 4
Man, it was a trip down memory lane when I saw that little bitch boy crawling naked down the hall to let me in, his bright red face constantly switching between checking that none of the neighbors were around and looking at me through the glass door as I stood, arms folded, looking down on him. I'd always gotten a kick out of seeing faggots put through that kind of embarrassment, it was such a power trip. I'd been getting blown by queers like this one since I was a teenager, damn, thirty years ago, and the ones that always got me extra hard and extra mean were the ones who begged for humiliation. They didn't always do it with their mouths, sometimes it was just a look in their eyes, a pathetic, lost, needy look when they met stares with a man like me. This one had that look now and I could feel my dick start pushing at the denim of my jeans. It was good to see Jayden had the same eye for spotting bitch boys, it makes a dad proud.
Not that I can't still teach him a trick or two. It had been a while since I'd choked out a queer boy on my dick like that but it's like riding a bike, or riding a faggot face I guess haha. I swear, I nearly lost my nut in his throat when he started beating at my legs like that, fighting to get off of my thick hog but unable to. I managed to hold off, though. I wanted that cunts lights to go out, I wanted him to remember what I did and what I made him do, what I showed him he was to me. A disposable fuck tube. Worked a charm, and when the little faggot started lapping the slime off my spent dick like a hungry fucking dog I knew he'd got the message. They always do.
I sat back, enjoying his tongue on me and drawing at the beer he'd brought. Jayden had certainly made quick work of these two. You'd have thought he'd been training them for weeks, so when he'd said that the cuck had folded like a cheap suit just that day I had to laugh. Yeah, it's clear Jayden knew the power he had and how to use it. He was whispering sweet nothings in his fag roomie's ear, that was good. I'd always told him, it's not enough to get inside a faggot's throat, if you want him addicted to serving you, if you wanted to truly make him your bitch you had to get inside his head too. By the soppy, lovestruck look on the dumb fags face as he gazed up at my son I knew that it was working. That little dipshit was hooked, that much was obvious.
It was the cuck I was more interested in, though. I'd been a bull for a few couples over the years, I was always too much for my wife and she knew and accepted it. At first it had caused problems in our marriage when I'd come home smelling of another woman's perfume, or of her cunt, but once it became clear that I wasn't going to stop, but that I also wasn't going to neglect my duties as a husband and father she gave up complaining. I think she even started to enjoy it and always seemed more eager for a hard fucking on those nights I'd come back home after banging some slut neighborhood housewife. She never asked about the husbands and I never told her, but that was always half the fun for me, taking something that belongs to a weaker man and making it mine. That's a true thrill. There's something deeply primal about it that always went straight to my nuts. Making the beta bitch kneel there and watch while I did it, well, that was even better.
Jayden was leaning back in his chair again, letting the faggot make love to his big dick. Another way he took after his old man. I turned to the cuck.
"How's it feel to see your boy fag out on a real man's dick, cuck? Is it getting your little weiner all excited?" I knew that it was, but rule number one of fucking with a faggot is to make him admit how much he likes, no, needs the abuse you give him. Helps him realise that you're the one doing him a favor.
"Yes Sir." He replied. Not good enough, I thought. I slapped his dumb face and he flinched back. Yeah, scared is good. Scared is hot. "Say it then, cunt."
"I love seeing my boy fag out on a real man's cock, Sir." Man, this one really is needy. I bet he'd fantasized about a situation like this a hundred times. Bet he never told his boyfriend, though. Few fags will openly admit to secretly wanting to be on his knees for an abusive straight guy, least of all to their faggy boyfriends, but they all do. Don't matter how rainbow waving, out and proud they claim to be, they're all hiding this secret. I know that very well from experience. Don't believe me? Wear a Straight Pride t-shirt to the next gay pride march and see how many queers approach you. A few will want to argue and mouth off about "respect" and "equality", without really knowing what either of those words really mean, but just stand close to them as they they get angrier and angrier, letting your masculine, alpha stink invade their nostrils, their brains, and they'll be begging to kneel before long.
"Yeah, cunt. I can see that." I said and lifted my booted foot, giving his little hard on a kick. It bounced and a big glob of precum flicked off and landed on my boot. "Damn it, faggot. Now look what you've done." I said, pointing and the spot of precum. "Man, you faggots are like animals, no self control. Clean it up, cunt." And with that I grabbed the fags hair and pulled his face to my boot. His tongue was out before he'd got there and he licked and sucked at the spot like it was his mom's tit. "Good, cunt. Now finish the job. I want both of these cleaned, bitch."
Yeah, it was good to have a cunt boy at my boots again. I let him worship away, almost singing to himself in fag heaven. I looked over at Jayden. He had the slut roommate's face jammed hard on to his dick, mashing the fucker's nose sideways against his crotch, revelling in his status. I'd always instilled in him the importance of hierarchy, and his place at the top of it. "Jay," I'd said that night at the campgrounds where I'd first shared a faggot with him, "there are polar opposites in this world. At one end there is you and your old man here. Guys like us, we were born to be in charge. Of our homes, of our careers and of our fucks. At the other end are faggots like this one." I gestured down the the bitch boy between us. Jayden was balls deep in the talented cocksucker's throat as I jammed my own hefty fucker in the fag's guts. "Men, if you can call them that, who were born to follow, to obey, and to serve men like us." I thrust hard, bottoming out in the faggot's cunt hole. "Ain't that right, bitch?" I'd said, slapping the fag's ass. He'd garbled some reply, but it was lost around Jayden's cock. It didn't matter, anyway. No one cares what a faggot has to say.
I felt my stomach growl and remembered that I hadn't eaten since breakfast. Time was I could drink all day without a bite and still come up smiling the next day, but I knew that if me and Jay were gonna break these little queers in properly, show em what I'd taught Jayden back then, that their place in life is beneath the feet of real, straight, alpha men, just like nature meant, then I'd need to eat. I gave the cuck a kick.
"Bitch," he looked up, eyes glazed from his worship of my boots. Good, he's getting there already. This one really is easy. "Grab your wallet and order some take out. Pizza should do it, from a good place, and get them to bring more beers." The fuck nut nearly fucking ran to find his shorts and get his wallet. He scurried out of the room to make the call.
"Foods coming, son." I said to Jayden. "You gonna be done with the cunt soon?" He was breathing deep, attention fixed on the fag's face as he humped and ground away.
"Yeah dad." He said. "Gimme a minute. Gonna feed the bitch." He started rutting harder, grunting as he got his pleasure at the expense of the fag's ability to breathe. It was a beautiful sight and I felt myself bone up again. Just then the cuck came crawling back, kneeling back where he'd been. I decided this was a teachable moment for the bitch so I grabbed his hair and forced his head around so that he was looking at his boyfriend getting used as a fleshlight by Jayden. I leant close and hissed in his ear.
"See that, bitch?" I said. "Remember all the wining and dining, the seduction you had to put into that slut?" Jayden was fucking Mitch's head mercilessly now, a mess of spit, snot and precum between him and the homo's face. "All my boy had to do was click his fingers and point at the floor. That's the power of a real man, something that you will never, ever be. You may as well accept it now. You'll be happy and you'll be useful." The sounds of Jay's dick being throated filled the room, sucks and gurgles and gulps over the slap, slap, slap of balls hitting chin. "And in a moment, your boyfriend is gonna get fed by that alpha dick. Those seeds are gonna be in him forever, and he'll never be yours again. Watch. Watch as you lose him." And with that Jayden gave a deep, gutteral grunt and, holding the fag's face down, put his nut deep in the cunt's throat until it started bubbling out of his nose. The cuck gave moan, too and, looking down, I saw his dicklet twitch and jerk and spew its own pitiful load on to the rug. Man, that will need cleaning up. I wondered if they had any carpet cleaner.
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