Want dick, Faggot?

"Want dick, Faggot?"

"Want dick, Faggot?" He asked, as I knelt obediently in front of him. I thought about the years I dreamed of being in this position. Him standing over me, looking down at me and me in my rightful place on my knees submitting to him. I nodded eagerly.

He had that smirk on his face that I'd come to know all too well. The one that told me he knew what I was. The one that told me he knew he had me. My heart raced as he began to lower his zipper. It seemed like an eternity passed and he hauled out his dick. It was beautiful. Four inches and completely soft with a nice thickness. He's circumcised and it was like the head was staring me in the face.

There was Dan. Muscle filling out his police uniform with his dick hanging out, staring down at me with a smirk on his face. He knew. "Beg for it."

"I want to suck your dick, Dan. I want to put it in my mouth. I want you to shoot your cum down my throat. I've always wanted to suck your dick because I'm a Faggot. This is where I belong. On my knees in front of a real man, sucking his dick." The more I debased myself in front of him, the more his smirk grew. By the end, he was outright laughing at me as I humiliated myself.

Dan stepped forward, closing the distance between my face and his dick. He began slapping my face with his soft cock. All the while, he had that smirk on his face. He dick-slapped my cheeks, my nose and my forehead. He inched closer so the crotch of his pants was pressed against my chin and I could feel his balls. He let his dick rest on my face. I just knelt there, looking up at him.

The smell of his crotch was intoxicating. Just being around him made me weak, but this was something else. If we had been friends before, we weren't anymore. He was the man and I was his Faggot now.

Without saying a word, he stepped back a few inches and pissed on my face. He didn't say anything, he just aimed his dick and pissed on my face. I closed my eyes just in time, and though I couldn't see him, I'm sure that smirk was still there. That god-damn smirk. I could just imagine what this looked like. Dan, straight stud cop, on his lunch break in full uniform with his dick out pissing all over a Faggot's face. My face. When he was done, he shook the last few drops off onto my face. He tucked his dick back into uniform pants, zipped up and left.

This is how the story of Dan begins, a natural born straight Alpha. Instinct made me serve him. Natural selection made me his Faggot. A lot of it is true and some of it is not. I'll let you decide which is which. Email me at bigmuscleproject@gmail.com and let me know what you think and if you want to know the rest.