Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2016 20:47:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: abbottjustin16@yahoo.com
Subject: Latin College Dude Mind Control 7

Even though I was going to be cutting all of my classes that day to clean
up Emiliano?s place, I couldn?t sleep in, since he had told me to be over at
ten.  I bought everything I could think of as far as cleaning supplies,
even laundry detergent that I had noticed he was running low on.  I wasn?t
sure what to buy to clean the floors, but I figured I could just do it
with rags on my hand and knees.
I got there at 9:55 and knocked on the door, balancing the bags of
stuff.  After a minute he opened the door, wearing just a pair of purple
Private Structure briefs.  I remembered them as the only pair that weren?t
boxer briefs from when I did his laundry.
He said ?Isaid ten o?clock? and he shut the door in my face.
I looked at my phone and it was four minutes before.  Stunned at his
rudeness and hostility, I just stood there.  I waited until 10:01 and
knocked again.
This time he answered also wearing a low slung pair of grey joggers, but
still no shirt.  ?Faggot, you?re late.?
?I?msorry, Emiliano? I said, as I slowly entered.  I was wary of his dark
moods. ?But I got all the stuff and I?ll take care of this for you.?
?Damn straight you will queer.  Now before you start and before I have to
leave, let?s get this straightened out.  You are doing all of my homework
from now on, papers and take homes.  And I got two huge lectures where
they take attendance when you walk in. The Teacher?s Assistant doesn?t know
me from the other hundred kids, but you got to sign in and if you leave
early they take your name and mark you absent.  So I need you to go for
me to both lectures and sign in with my name.  Both classes meet three
times a week.  I?ll text you the details.  If it conflicts with any of your
classes, drop out of your class.?
I nodded, dumfounded.
?Now, get on your knees in front of me.?  I set down my cleaning supplies and
did as he commanded.
He pulled out his cock, already half hard.  ?Iknow you want to touch this
and put it in your faggot mouth, but since you got teeth on me last night
I need to teach you a lesson. Come to think of it? he said as he started
stroking the tattooed cock, a foot from my face, ?I?mprobably going to have
to punish you a lot, since you?re so sick and deviated (sp.).?
Within a minute he was ready to blow, and he aimed the first, big shot of
cum directly at my face.  It hit me to the right of my nose, just under
my eye.  After a few seconds it started to run down my cheek, into the
corner of my mouth.
The rest of the six or seven spurts he caught in his palm, and when he
was totally milked dry, he offered his hand to me.  ?Go ahead, little dude,
I know you want my babies for your breakfast.?
I thought I saw a hint of a smile, and thinking back on it now, I wasn?t
going to see another one of the addicting Emiliano smiles for a long,
long time.  My descent into degradation at his hands would have a long
shelf life.  And he would be dark, angry, and menacing most of the time,
no matter how much school work and house work I did, no matter how
carefully I attended to his sexual needs.
I gently licked the precious cum from his palm, and then tuned my tongue
to the wad on my chin, which was slowly approaching the corner of my
mouth.  It seemed thinner and less salty than the previous night, but I
took it as a good sign that he would let me eat it.
He let his spent cock dangle in front of me.  I couldn?t take my eyes off
of it, so big, inked, and powerful.  I always thought I was pretty
masculine, but he must be the most charismatic, hyper masculine guy I had
ever seen.
So confidant of his power and position, comfortable in nudity, and
disinterested in me as any more than someone with a car he could use, who
would clean for him, and who could relieve his sexual tension when no
girl was available.
Finally, he took the tip of his cock and put it to my lips.  ?Think of this
all day, bitch, and use it as your inspiration to clean this place like
you lived here.  Do it right and who knows how you get your reward.  If
it?s the way I want it, maybe some more cock tomorrow.  If I?m disappointed,
maybe I use my belt on your ass and back.  See the picture??
?Can I take it in my mouth now?  Please?
?Sure? he said, and he allowed me to take it in my mouth, where I just
savored its size, warmth, taste, and feel for thirty precious seconds.
Then he pulled it out, and returned it to his underwear and pulled up his
joggers.  Suddenly, he viciously slapped me across the face.
?Don?t you ever, ever ask me for my cock ever again.  When I want it in your
mouth, I?ll shove it in there.  Anytime I want.  But I don?t ever want a
sniveling faggot cocksucker begging me for it.  How fucking pathetic can
you be??
He grabbed a black ringer tank top, trimmed in yellow and pulled it on.
I was still on my knees.  The taste of the cum and his cock were receding
from my memory as I registered the stinging pain in my face.
?I?ll be back around four and this place better be spotless.  I got a date
tonight with your old girlfriend and that server from Red Lobster.  I?m
gonna need your credit card to take them out.?
He grabbed his crotch as if to send a final, alpha male phallic salute,
and brushed past me, kicking a bucket and a bottle of Windex out of the
way, and left the apartment with his back pack.
I stayed on my knees, in a subservient position for several minutes until
I was sure he was gone.  I heard him fire up my car outside and then
figured it was ok to get up.  I massaged my painful mouth and tried to
summon up one last taste of his cum.  I knew I had a lot of important
work to do today for him to get the place cleaned up.

Justin    abbottjustin16@yahoo.com