Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2010 19:43:41 -0800 (PST) From: Vincent Vincent <not_your_typical_master@yahoo.com> Subject: Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 12 First, the disclaimers. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, copyright 2010. 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. <smirk> Also contact me with any praise, criticism, or suggestions. All feedback is good. Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 12 Ryan crawled behind Duncan into what was now Their bedroom and was surprised to see it had already been furnished for Duncan and Mitchell. He heard Mitchell chuckle behind them, leading his dad behind Him. "Yeah, Alexi figured you guys would agree. He already took care of this for us. Tomorrow one of you goes to Alexi's place to take inventory of what's to be moved in here; the other will start making room here for all our shit. Busy fagslaves are happy fagslaves!" Ryan knew better than to disagree. "Yes, Sir. Thank You for keeping us busy, Sir." Duncan fell onto His bed. "Jesus, I gotta pee so fucking hard. The fagboy better get over here and drain my damn bladder." Ryan hopped onto Duncan's bed and encased His dickhead with his mouth, gulping down a huge hot load of bitter urine. "Thank You for Your delicious piss, Sir." Ryan felt his father's eyes riveted onto the back of his head. "Dad, what's wrong?" Duncan immediately backhanded Ryan across the face. "That's not how a fagdad is to be addressed." Mitchell quickly bitchslapped Ryan's dad as well. "Remember. When one of you fucks up, both of you get punished. It's `the fagdad' and `the fagboy' from now on." Ryan's dad's face turned crimson from the assault. "I'm so sorry, Sir. It won't happen again. I ... er ... wanted to ask the fagdad," Ryan asked, cringing as he addressed his father, "what's wrong?" "It's just so hard to picture you being used like this. " Ryan noticed a tear sliding down his dad's cheek. "I mean, I know I deserve this, but ..." "But dad... er, shit, the fagdad should know I love being used like this. I want it. I need it. Don't you?" "No, son, I'm not gay." That earned them both more slaps across the face. He continued. "I'm sorry, Sir. The fagboy," he croaked, "needs to know I'm not gay. I'm not attracted to men." Duncan laughed. "Wanna explain that dripping cock that exploded down your son's throat an hour ago?" Ryan's dad melted. "It's about submission. That's what I need. I had no idea until Alexi showed me who and what I really am." Mitchell sat on his bed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. It's about submission. You submitted to fucking your kid's face. Makes perfect sense." "I didn't know who it was! I was just getting this incredible blowjob, better than any sex I ever had before...." Ryan blushed. "Thanks, Dad." They both got slapped again. "Fuck. Um, The fagdad ... er... has my thanks. And I'm sorry for fucking up. It's just so hard and cruel to have to refer to you as `the fagdad.' " But Ryan knew that Alexi knew what was best. He always did. Mitchell joined in the conversation. "Yeah, well, get used to it. He IS a fagdad. Alexi told us all about it. Your fucking freak of a father gets off on the idea of other men screwing your mom in front of him." Ryan watched his father turn beet red. "Does the fagdad agree?" The fagdad visibly cringed with the disclosure. "Yes, Sir. It's what i fucking deserve. i don't feel like a real Man. Master saw that inside me and made me face it. i've become His cuckold. His cocksucking bitch. i go to a bookstore and find porn for Him to enjoy while i suck Him off." "And tell the fagboy about Craigslist, you fucking cocksucker." "Yes, Sir. Master took some photos of me dressed like this," he said, motioning down to his nylons, boots, and apron, "and puts them with an ad on Craigslist. He finds Men for me to suck off. It's not for money; it's to deepen my submission. But They throw some pocket change when They're done so i can ..." the fagdad swallowed hard. "... so i can collect enough to earn an orgasm myself." "Jesus." Ryan shook his head in disbelief. This was not the dad he thought he knew. To Ryan, his father had always seemed so stable. Sensible. Boring. Not a guy to go out on any kind of a limb, always taking the safe road in life. That's why he never even considered telling him he was gay. He knew, or thought he knew, how much his dad would disapprove. And if his dad found out about his hunger to be a sexslave? Shit. Ryan would have bet money on that one. Clearly, a bet he would have lost. Ryan saw his father hang his head and cry. "i'm sorry you disapprove, son ...i mean i'm sorry i disappointed the fagboy." `No! No! It's not that." This was so fucking hard, having this discussion with Mitchell and Duncan watching and hearing every word. But Ryan knew it was stupid to ask for privacy. "It's just that I never would have guessed...." "i didn't think it was the kind of thing i should talk to you about. i didn't know you were serving Master and these Sirs." "And that's my fault. I'm sorry. I should have been more open...." Duncan sighed. "Enough with this fucking Hallmark moment. Christ, you fagslaves really are pathetic. Just fucking deal with it. I want a faggot's mouth sucking me off. NOW." Ryan put his mouth back on Duncan's dick and started probing it with his tongue as he had been trained. He heard Mitchell on the other side of the room. "You too. Get to work on my meat." Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his dad start sucking Mitchell off. This was so fucking perverse. Ryan and his dad sucking off these men side by side. Completely shameless fagwhores. Ryan started to get hard again. "Jesus Fucking Christ. Hey, Mitchell, is your fagslave getting a hard-on?" "Hell, I hadn't been paying attention. But yes, this quote `straight' guy is getting hard from blowing My cock. Yeah. Straight guy. Sure. Happens all the time." "Shouldn't their fagdicks be locked back up again?" "Dammit. They probably should. You know where their cages are? Did Alexi leave them on his desk?" "Probably. I want the fagdad to go ask Alexi for your cock cages. We'll keep your faggot son busy in the meantime." Ryan heard his dad crawl off the bed and out of the room. "You want to use a fagslave's mouth awhile, Mitchell?" "Yeah, dude. I gotta drain the lizard. I was about to give our fagdad a load of piss. Lemme use the fagboy for a minute and you can have it back." "Heh. `it'. Fucking perfect. Yeah, it's all yours. This Fagboy better go be my buddy's urinal." Ryan slid off the bed and crawled across to Mitchell's bed, mouth wide open. Mitchell swung his legs over the side and aimed for his mouth. "If you miss any, you're both getting punished." Ryan leaned over to put his mouth closer to Mitchell's dick. He knew Mitchell didn't like anything touching His cock when He pissed. Mitchell rewarded him with a full stream, rushing into his mouth. Ryan put what he learned to use, taking a deep breath before opening his throat so the stream went right into his gut without filling his mouth. Mitchell rewarded him with praise. "Jesus, this fagboy is amazing. A complete and total urinal. Impossible to fill." His flow kept going full speed for about a minute before ebbing off. Ryan swallowed hard and fast, trying to catch his breath after holding it for so long. "Good little fagboy." Ryan's gratitude was genuine as his submission deepened. "Thank You so much, Sir, for the good training You've given me. i love being Your fagboy," he gasped. Mitchell spun around and slid back into bed. "Shut up and suck my frat brother, asswipe." Ryan happily spun around and back onto Duncan's bed, crawling onto His cock to service Him once again. He made love to Duncan's dick, sliding his tongue up and down the shaft while his throat embraced His dickhead, while his father, the fagdad, begged Master for the cages that would once again imprison their slavedicks. This was just fucking perfect.