Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 20:35:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Vincent Vincent <not_your_typical_master@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 13

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.  Also contact me with any praise, criticism, or suggestions.  All
feedback is good.

Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 13

Alexi had just sent the last of the documents to the printer.  Powers of
Attorney, Transfers of Title.  Alexi's dick and brain were both charged and
flying on this ultimate ego trip.  He saw Tyler crawl up to him and smiled
warmly.  "Does the fagdad want something?"

"Master, i've come to beg that Your fagslaves' dicks be locked back up
again, Master."

Alexi laughed.  "Too much freedom for the faggots, huh?"

Tyler looked up at him with all sincerity.  "Master, my son's, the
fagboy's, erection was offending one of our Sirs.  i don't want him, i
don't want us, to be punished, Master."

"Smart fagcunt.  Yes, I will lock the fagwhores back up.  But first, we
should attend to business.  The documents had been drawn up a few days ago;
I just needed to print them.  All they need now is your goddamn signature."
Alexi turned his chair to face Tyler, sat back, and smiled a cruel,
chilling smirk.  "I want you to beg me to allow you to sign these contracts
giving me complete and total control over you and everything you own.  And
I want you to tell me why you want this."

"Master, i beg You to take everything away from me.  i wondered, when You
first made Your generous offer, why i wasn't angry about anything that
happened this evening. You shamed me in front of my son, Master.  You
blackmailed me into signing my life away to You.  A man would be furious,
Master.  But i'm grateful.  All these things, all these responsibilities,
Master, all they do is distract me from what i really am.  i'm still trying
to figure out what that is, but one thing is clear, Master.  i am not a
Man.  No man does the things i do, Master."

"Like get their face glazed with cum, scum, and throat slime, faggot?
That's one hilarious picture your client sent me."

"Yes, Master.  Like sucking cock after cock.  Like drinking load after load
of cum and piss.  Master, i need to worship Men.  Not because i'm hot for
Them, Master, but because They are so superior to me.  So please, Master, i
beg you to take away these distractions and permit me to focus on what is
important.  Serving You, Master, and serving Men."

Alexi's cock drooled as he gave Ty a pen and the last page of each
document.  "If you were a man, faggot, I'd give you the documents to
review.  But since that's not the case, just sign on the dotted lines on
each of these pages.  Here's a pen, cuntface."

Tyler signed each of the pages, teary-eyed, and handed them back to his
Master.  "Master, thank You so fucking much for fulfilling something that
had been inside me all my life but i was too scared to show myself.  Thank
You for taking away any pretense of Manhood, Master.  Thank You for
allowing me to surrender to You and all that is Manly, Master."

"I think the fagdad should kiss the crotch of my jeans.  Kiss the sign of
my manhood and then we'll lock you and the fagboy back up so nobody starts
thinking they're more than they are."  Tyler dropped his head into Alexi's
lap and lapped at the crotch of his jeans.  "OK, let's make this happen."
He picked up the locks from the desk and re-attached the cage around
Tyler's prick, which was now in a constant state of semi-erection.  The
pinpricks were already starting to bite into his dick.  "Oh, God, Master.
Thank You for this constant reminder.  i need it so fucking much."

Alexi got up with the remaining cockcage and walked into the fratboys'
bedroom.  Tyler crawled at his feet.  They both entered the room in time to
see Duncan holding Ryan's head in his hands, ramming it on and off his
cock, and dumping his load deep down the fagboy's throat.  Duncan had
simply jerked off using Ryan's head.  Tyler was still getting used to
seeing his son as a cockwhore and stifled his instinct to pull his son
away.  "Clearly," he said softly to Alexi and himself, "this is my fault.
It's my genes that made him into a man-worshipping whore.  i'm even a
genetic fuckup."  His eyes started to water and he sniffled, trying to hold
back a flood of tears.

"Something wrong with the fagdad?  Don't like seeing your son this way?
It's the way he is, suckbitch.  Just like you."  Duncan taunted him from
the bed.

"Yes, Sir.  It's all my fucking fault."  Tyler's voice broke and he sobbed
at Alexi's feet.  Duncan pushed Ryan off the bed and the fagboy rushed over
to console his fagdad.

Ryan cried out as he sped to his father.  "No, it's not.  It's who I am,
who I have always wanted to be.  I love this and I need this."

"Yes, and it's my fucked-up genes that made you this way."

"Daddy, Fagdad, Um, shit.  I want to tell the fagdad ... who the fuck
knows?  More importantly, who the fuck cares?  I found what I need.  You
found what you need.  That's more than we can say about most people."

Tyler hadn't thought about it that way.  He was going to have to process
that in the coming days.  "That's a good point, son, er, that the fagboy
said.  Just know i love you.  And i'm sorry you were afraid to tell me what
you were feeling."

Alexi put himself between them.  "Alright, fagslaves, that's enough.
Duncan, Mitchell, you have any more use for these bitches?"  They both
shook their heads.  "OK, then, guys, g'night.  I want the fagdad to pick up
their clothes from the floor and toss them in the cell.  I want the
fagboy's legs spread so I can lock that fagdick back up."  Once all the
business was taken care of, Alexi turned around.  "The faggots should
follow me into my bedroom."

Alexi stood at the side of his bed, camera in his had.  "I want two faces
licking the crotch of my jeans while I empty my bladder and soak them with
piss."  Father and son brought their tongues to his fly and softly licked
and sucked as the area darkened with Alexi's urine.  He photographed them
sucking piss at his crotch.  The flow went down his legs.  "Don't let my
piss stain the carpet."  Both slaves dropped their heads to his ankles,
sucking piss out of the hem of his pant legs.  Alexi'd held in his urine
for a few hours, so the flow was long and strong.  When he finally
finished, he stepped out of his jeans.  "Toss them and the shorts into the
cell with Mitchell's and Duncan's."  Ryan gathered up the clothes, went
into the closet to toss them into the cell, and crawled back to his Master.
Alexi laid down in his new bed. "Good.  Now I want each of you on either
side of me, at my cock."  He waited as they positioned
 themselves on his bed.

"I know it's been a very emotional evening for you two queerboys.  I know
you want to hold each other, comfort each other, show each other some
support and love.  Now's your chance.  I want you to let your feelings out.
But without saying a word.  And with my cock in between your mouths.  Use
your father/son bond for each other to make me cum hard."  Alexi propped up
his pillows, put one hand behind his head, and snapped the camera's shutter
as he watched his two fagslaves' affection for each other embrace his dick.

For the next 20 or 30 minutes, they comforted each other.  They moaned
softly to console each other.  They embraced each other's tongues with
their lips as a substitute for the hugs they wanted to give each other.
And they did all these things to Alexi's cock in between them.  It felt
fucking magnificent.  He loved having the two of them, father and son
slaves, kissing around his prick.  He wondered how much men would pay for
this privilege.

The slaves had altered their attention from each other onto their Master's
erection.  They began sliding up and down his cock in unison, licking and
kissing every inch of his meat, sucking every flavor from it.  Making
complete and total love to it.  Adoring Alexi's dick with an obsession that
was nearly reverence while he got it all immortalized with his camera.
When their tongues danced at the underside of his dickhead, he shot freely,
hitting his chest, his forehead, and the headboard above him.  "Clean up."
was all he had to say.

Tyler shot up to the headboard, licking and sucking Alexi's cum from it.
Ryan slid over to Alexi's chest, grabbing his spunk with his tongue.  The
two of them met at Alexi's forehead and gently suckled his cum from it.
Alexi smiled his pleasure at the two of them.  "What wonderful little
fagslaves I own."

Tyler answered him back.  "What a wonderful Master owns us.  Good night,
Master."  The two of them crawled off the bed.  Before entering the closet
and their cell, Tyler spoke over his shoulder.  "Master, please consider
the possibility of my quitting work.  If the money is important, i'll stay
there for You, but it would be wonderful to not have that distraction
pulling me away from my destiny as Your slave, Master."

"I'm already on that page, whorehole.  I've got some ideas to work out.
We'll see.  Enjoy sleeping in the stench of your superiors."

Left to himself, Alexi followed the ideas already planted in his brain.
Father and son fagslaves.  If he pimped them out on the streets, they'd be
too tired to serve him and the fratboys effectively.  Still, there was
ample profit to be made from those two.  Just how was Alexi going to
properly channel their talents?  The idea germinated just as he was
drifting off to sleep.  A sadistic smile embraced his face.