First, the basics. This is, once again, a work of FICTION. Real-life considerations will take a back seat to erotic pleasure and story-telling; this slave, these Masters do not exist. Wanna change that? Or just wanna share comments/praise/criticism? Fine: Not_your_Typical_Master@yahoo.com
Copyright 2011
The House Fag, Chapter 2
He called again a few weeks later. Saturday night, around quarter to nine. "Hey, fag. You remember that gorgeous red-head, Cindy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"We've been going out a few times. Wow. Quite the package. Intelligent. Beautiful. And quite, um, talented."
"I'm glad You're enjoying Yourself, Sir."
"Well, the thing is, she did a last-minute ditch this evening. Said something unexpected had come up. No details. So now I've got a hard-on and nothing to fuck."
"Yes, Sir." My heart and dick both began pounding a little harder.
"What, fag, don't you want My cock?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then fucking beg for it, fag. I know you want to."
"Please, Sir, can I please service Your cock?"
"If that's the fucking best you can do, shit, I can just dial up a whore."
"Oh, God, Sir, please let me be Your whore. Use my holes, Sir. Fuck me inside out. Whatever makes You and Your cock feel good, Sir. Please, Sir, please use me. I need You so fucking bad." My eyes were watering at that point. I finally acknowledged, both to Him and to myself, how much I wanted, probably needed, to please and pleasure Him.
"Come on over. Right now. Don't do anything but walk out the door and over to My place. Then come in through the garage door. Fags aren't worthy to come in the front door like houseguests." Click.
I hung up the phone and walked out. Didn't even stop to even get my keys. I was not going to disappoint Him. No fucking way. This was what I'd been dreaming about now for months.
I opened the door into His garage. He was standing there, just inside. His arms were authoritatively folded across His chest, framing His t-shirt-stretching pecs with His chiseled biceps. His beautiful blond-haired furry balls were hanging out of the fly of His jeans, His cock still inside. "Beg My nuts permission to enter My home, fag. The way fags do, with your tongue."
I dropped to my knees, moaning just at the thought of tasting His hairy sack. I stuck out my tongue and started worshipping His ripe testes. Licking. Sucking. Kissing. Begging. Imagining the cum they held and aching for a chance to taste it. Tasting and smelling instead the tang of His sweat and musk, driving me fucking crazy with desire.
Finally He stepped away from me, leaning against the hood of His Mustang as He unbuttoned His fly and unleashed His monster uncut cock. "Yeah, fag, I've seen that look before. Why are fags and bitches always so surprised? It's not like I hide him between my legs or something." He stepped out of His jeans as I stared, slack-jawed, at His impressive meat.
I wanted to take a ruler and see just how huge it was, but that wasn't going to happen. I got a better idea. I opened my mouth and started swallowing that cobra down, seeing how far I could get before I gagged. I was usually good for at least 8 inches.
Didn't even come close. This guy had to be at least 10. Probably even more. His long foreskin was tickling the gag point of my throat, so He wasn't yet even fully hard. "Shit, fag. I thought you were all expert cocksuckers. Is that all you got?"
I had to find a way to give Him what He wanted. So I just let myself gag all over His snake. Not pulling back, not pulling away, just convulsing on its thickness.
"God, you really are addicted to cock. Fuckin' perv. Keep going, fag."
And I did. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to tear me away from His porn-star prick. I could feel it pulsing and throbbing in my throat. He was way too deep for me to taste any of His fluid, but His moans told Me I was on the right track.
"Yeah, cocksucker, just like that. Be My pussy-mouth, fag." I just moaned my agreement. "Oh, yeah, cuntface. Just like that. Make Me want to pound your face into the fucking wall." I shivered as I moaned into His fuckpole. His hands each grabbed an ear and He began His fuck in earnest. He screwed my throat as I kept choking on His cock. It didn't matter to Him. All that mattered was that I was giving Him pleasure. And to be honest, that's all that mattered to me, too.
"Oh, yeah. Fuck, fag, here comes your reward. Enjoy it!" He yelled His moans as He pushed His beautiful blond pubes into my nose. I tried to relax my throat and sniff His crotch hairs, but I couldn't stop retching around His monster. He finally pulled back, allowing me to breathe. I tried to catch my breath as I tasted the dregs of His orgasm in my mouth.
"Now thank My asshole with that tongue, fag, and if you're good enough, I'll let you go for seconds."
I slid down between His nuts and to His hole, rimming it deeply in total gratitude. I'd wanted to kiss this Man's beautiful bubble-butt since I first saw Him. I was instantly moaning like a depraved bitch, which was exactly what I was. The taste of this Man's asshole was incredible. I wasn't ever much into rimming action, but I was suddenly insatiable. I'd spend the rest of my life with my tongue up His asshole, if He'd let me. My tongue was crawling inside Him, providing Him with the most intimate of pleasures possible. Smelling the delicious blond sweat surrounding His hole, my eyes looked up into the face of some Norse God carved from fucking granite. I grabbed His hips to get a better position. That earned me a slap on the forehead.
"Get your fucking hands off Me, fag. And don't even think about touching your sorry self. If My crotch and hole ain't enough for you, just crawl out of here now before you waste another second of My life."
I moaned into His delicious ass, assuring Him that wasn't going to happen. I continued to worship His hole for what seemed like an hour.
"Nice work, fag. Get back to My dick and see if you can coax My cock into feeding you a second load."
I moaned my way out of His ass, over His delicious balls, and back to His magnificent hooded prick. It was soft, but still thick. I spent awhile licking and worshipping His foreskin, pulling it back with my lips so my tongue could lick clean His unwashed cockhead. I slid Him inside my mouth and made love to Him with my tongue. Caressing, licking, worshipping, dancing and playing with His cock, feeling Him respond to my actions and moaning my pleasure at His pleasure.
With His body against the car, there was no comfortable position I could possibly take. I had been pleasuring Him for at least an hour and a half, and my knees were screaming at me. I refused to acknowledge the pain, concentrating only on His pleasure.
It was probably an hour later when I finally convinced His cock to feed me a second load. I was in tears. I didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure. I later realized it was both. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. I didn't know it then, but I'd just become His junkie. I was now His to use at any time, in any way. Anything to get a chance to repeat this experience.
He caught His breath as He pushed me away from His meat. "Not bad, fag. I've had better, but it wasn't bad. You want to be allowed to worship my meat ever again?"
"Oh, God, Yes, SIR! Please, Sir!"
He reached over to the workbench and tossed a package to me. "Then lower your drawers and put this on." I opened up the bag and found one of those plastic chastity devices. It kept a rigid enclosure around the cock, preventing full erection and any chance of manipulating it to orgasm. "This is to make sure a fag keeps its focus on the only cocks that matter. Those of MEN, not of itself."
It was difficult to get the device on around my dripping erection, but there was no fucking way I was going to give Him a reason to never contact me again. I eventually locked the device shut. He now had me by the balls.
"Good work, fag. Now get the fuck out of my house." He pulled His jeans up and walked into His house, slamming the door on His fag. I got up and softly closed the other door behind me as I sprinted back home. I relived the experience all night long in my head, not sleeping a wink. And not caring. All I cared about was Him. I was rock-fucking-hard, so hard the chastity gear was cruelly biting into my meat, but I couldn't play with myself. So I stayed hard and dripping for Him throughout the night. Just the way He wanted it.