Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2010 01:52:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Vincent Vincent <not_your_typical_master@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 9

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 9

Alexi couldn't have been happier with how nicely everything was falling
into place.  He had both father and son locked into chastity, unable to
achieve any sexual pleasure without his assistance.  Each was falling
deeper and deeper into submission in his own way.  He couldn't wait for the
next phase to fall into place.  But Alexi knew that the best plans required
patience and fortunately, he was a very patient man.

There was plenty to keep him busy.  He had to coordinate schedules with the
frat boys to insure that Ryan was nearly always too busy in service to keep
up in his own workload at school.  It wasn't that he wanted Ryan to fail;
Alexi understood that fags like Ryan needed to focus on their true talents.
If the boy were to get sidetracked by believing that he'd be happy with the
things society told him would make him happy, being "successful" in the
world of business, Ryan would be a complete and total mess by middle age,
fucking miserable and wondering what was wrong with him because he didn't
want what he was supposed to want. Alexi had seen it before with other
fags.  He really was doing the kid a favor.  A huge favor.

And then there was Tyler.  Alexi chuckled at how interesting this adventure
had gotten.  He never would have anticipated that he'd own and control a
straight guy.  It was such a power trip training him to become a fagwhore.
And Alexi knew that eventually Tyler would be a faggot, lusting over men's
cocks because they were the only means of sexual gratification he'd ever
experience.  Just like a prison bitch.  It was simply a matter of time and
patience.  Putting the ad in Craigslist was creating some overhead in
weeding through the bullshit to find men truly interested in the services
offered.  He'd decided to post in "Casual Encounters" rather than "Men
Seeking Men" because he wanted Ty's clients to be straight men, not queers
who top.  Alexi would save that for later: straight Tyler serving as a
queer's cocksucker. Tyler's submission would continue to deepen.  He had
been able to bring home a surprising amount of small change from
 these guys; apparently his skills as a suckhole were progressing --
another benefit of the chastity gear.

There was also a lot of changes Alexi made to the plans for the house.
Most of them centered around the area separating the two bedrooms.
Originally there were large walk-in closets separating them, but Alexi has
reengineered the plans to accommodate a small cell.  It was just large
enough for a twin-sized mattress.  There were two entrances, crawl-ins from
each of the two closets.  Alexi set up the room so that it could be
completely dark or lit up well enough for the installed cameras (both video
and snapshot) to capture what was going on.  He also installed gear to make
the room internet-accessible.  All of which would be useful later.

Alexi looked at his watch.  It was in between Ryan's classes so Alexi sent
him a text.

"I want my feet cleaned.  Be here within 20 minutes or the 30 days start
over again."  It was now day 29.  Alexi and the frat boys had planned this
carefully.  At the beginning of the 30 days, they'd give Ryan something to
do, some service to perform, every day or two.  But as time progressed,
their demands became increasingly difficult and time-intensive.  As Ryan
had invested more and more days of chastity, his need to reach that 30-day
became all the stronger and there was greater incentive to make sure his
three superiors were all kept happy.  At this stage, he was kept busy
nearly all day and night.  Mitchell and Duncan even decided to have the
faggot clean up the frat house.  Alexi would have to ask how well that
went.  He would have loved to have seen how the rest of the frat treated a
fagbitch housekeeper.

They had also demanded that Ryan take care of any school assignments.
These guys were not stupid.  They knew they had to know the material to
pass tests.  But it was great to have a faggot take care of the drudgery of
writing whatever reports or assignments were due.  He was told that any
grade below a "B" would be cause to restart the 30 day clock.  So Ryan had
little time for his own studies.  And Ryan was about to miss any more exams
scheduled for today.

Alexi heard a car pull up the driveway and a humble knock on the side door.
"Come on in, dickbreath."

"Yes, Sir.  Thank You for allowing me the chance to tongue-wash Your feet,
Sir."  Alexi could actually hear the ever-growing reverence in the
dick-lover's voice.

"Get to work.  Show Me why God gave you a tongue.  And finger-fuck your
pussy while you're at it, whorehole."  Neither Alexi, Mitchell or Duncan
had shown any interest in fucking Ryan, so his cherry had yet to be opened
by anything more than his own finger.

"Yes, Sir."  Ryan started licking and sucking the soles of Alexi's feet
while he slid his finger up his ass and played with his prostate,
furthering his hunger for a hard-on.  Alexi smiled and looked over the
latest responses to Tyler's ad.  He'd make the phone calls later, once Ryan
wasn't in earshot.  Listening to Ryan moan, Alexi decided it was time to
further the boyslave's frustration and drive him fucking crazy.

"Climb on my bed, cuntface, on your goddamn stomach., legs and arms
spread."  Alexi followed the well-trained slave who instinctively crawled
into the bedroom and climbed on the bed.  Alexi locked his wrists and
ankles at the corners before pulling out some electrical gear and an
evil-looking buttplug.  He held the plug in front of Ryan's face.

"This plug, faggot, is conductive.  I've got the gear here to send currents
of electricity up your faghole.  You've been such a good little slave that
I'm going to reward you with a fantastic fuck.  Of course, it'd feel even
better if you were allowed to get hard or to get off, but that's just the
luck of the draw, queerhole.  Now be a good boy and kiss this plug to show
your gratitude for the fuck it's about to provide you."

By looking at Ryan's face, Alexi knew he understood immediately the agony
he was about to endure.  The agony of pleasure without any chance of
release.  The mind-boggling frustration of not even being able to get fully
erect as he got fucked.  With only his finger fucking his hole when
allowed, his prostate rarely got any attention.  This was going to drive
him completely nuts.  Ryan started to sob as he humbly kissed the electric
plug.

Alexi used special conductive lubricant on the plug and on Ryan's hole.
This kept the surfaces moist longer than mere water and would keep the
current strong for hours and hours.  He slid the plug up Ryan's virgin ass
and pushed It in to the base, hearing Ryan's reflexive grunts.  Alexi set
the current very low and turned on the juice.  He then started fiddling
with the controls.

"There are all kinds of adjustments I can make here to vary the experience
from painful agony to exquisite delight.  This isn't a punishment,
suckslave, so I'm making it the smoothest and sexiest fuck a faggot could
hope for.  When the current is on, bitchboy, your ass muscles contract
against the plug, pushing it deeper inside you.  When the current stops,
the muscles relax and the plug pulls back.  You'll be fucking yourself with
this handy device for a good long while.

"I'm adjusting the current to a specific setting.  Nothing too jarring,
just a nice pleasant scratch for that insatiable itch inside you.  The pace
of the fuck will change randomly, as will the intensity of the current.  So
it will feel like lots of different guys are screwing your virgin fuckhole.
Now show your gratitude and thank me for being so thoughtful, faghole."

 Ryan gasped from the sensations.  "Oh, God, Sir.  It hurts so much and
feels so damn good.  I can't tell any more, Sir, where pain ends and
pleasure begins."

"That's exactly where a slaveboy should be, faggot.  Where pain and
pleasure are one and the same."

"Then thank You, Sir, for
teaching me this valuable lesson."  Ryan then moaned a deep animalistic cry
and sobbed into the mattress.  Alexi couldn't wait to see what he was going
to be like after a few hours.  Alexi went back to the living room to
arrange Tyler's service schedule, making it a point to keep tomorrow night
open.  Alexi had big plans for tomorrow night.

It took about 90 minutes to answer all the phone calls and schedule his
bitch's appointments. He had a nice, leisurely supper, then went back into
the bedroom and sat at the head of the bed, straddling Ryan's skull and
listening to his incessant moans from the overstimulation and confusion of
pain and pleasure.

"Present, faggot." Ryan stuck out his tongue, whimpering as he knew how
much deeper this torment was about to become.  Alexi gently placed his full
but flaccid prick on Ryan's tongue.

Ryan sobbed in response.  The frustration of being unable to get hard and
enjoy this magnificent rape of his ass was now compounded with his Master's
fantastic cock just laying on his eager tongue while he was forbidden to
suck or lick it.  His entire being was frustration and emptiness.  He was
nothing but a gaping hole, both physically and emotionally.  Ryan let go of
everything inside him and sobbed, completely broken.  Watching this
response made Alexi's cock get hard.  Ryan felt the erection on his tongue
and his hunger intensified, deepening this spiral into something he'd never
felt before.

Alexi was carefully observing.  Ryan was losing any sense of an objective
state, unable to think about anything, unable to do anything, but simply
"be" in this state of utter helplessness.  He was letting go of any
thoughts of time and space, of tomorrow or yesterday, and completely
engulfed in the sensations flooding him: frustration, hunger, desire.
Alexi watched Ryan start to hump the mattress, adding to his own torture as
the pinpricks ate into the base of his encaged but swollen prick.  This was
exactly what Alexi had read about in his research and just what he was
waiting for.

One word was all that was needed to make Ryan's transformation complete.

"Suck."

Ryan gasped and immediately swallowed Alexi's hard-on, moaning in pleasure.
Alexi's prick was now the sole source of Ryan's joy.  Alexi's dick was his
savior.  Ryan worshipped the delicious cock inside his mouth, caressing
every millimeter of flesh, moaning in ecstasy.  Alexi tested the waters by
backing away from Ryan, as if to get up and abandon him.  Ryan's response
was a frantic sucking of Alexi's cock, desperate for Alexi to stay and
continue to feed him.  The pathetic pleading of his moans was so fucking
hot, Alexi decided to continue and enjoy this new level of power he had
over his slave, but first he slid farther back, anticipating Ryan's
reflexive desperation.

"What's the matter, slaveboy?  Do you need something?"

Ryan moaned around Alexi's cock.  "I can't understand you, suckface.  Speak
clearly."

Ryan slid Alexi's dick to the side of his mouth and mumbled his response.
"Please, Sir, don't leave.  I need Your prick, Sir."

Alexi gently caressed the back of Ryan's head, making him moan in pleasure.
"Something like that, slaveboy, needs to be shouted, don't you think?  Tell
my dick how much you want it.  Convince it to stay awhile."

"Oh, God, Sir.  I love Your dick, Sir.  I need Your dick, Sir.  I CAN'T
LIVE WITHOUT YOUR FUCKING DICK, SIR!!!"  Yes, Ryan was now truly fucking
his.  Alexi scooted forward, leaned back and enjoyed the ride.