Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2002 16:47:00 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Southern Submissive Part 11
SOUTHERN SUBMISSIVE (AUTHORITARIAN, HUMIL: T/T, M/T)
BY:  MOORE

Part 11
Chapter XIX

I thought I was dreaming at first, but the tongue, like sandpaper
on my morning erection, was too real to be a dream. I had slept like
a dead person, exhausted by yesterday's activities. Being a queer,
sucking cock, was enjoyable and tiring work.  My sleepy eyes opened
slowly and I was pleasantly surprised to find the dog straddling my
head, his balls hanging over my face, his tongue on my dick. Sixty
nining with a dog!  Why not?

The dog yelped when I used my tongue on his sweet balls and tasty
asshole.  Small chunks of crud softened in my mouth when I raked
them out of his hair with my teeth.  I chewed them slowly, feasting
on this unexpectedly delicious breakfast treat...my first solid food
since meeting up with Taylor and Tyler.  I went to work on his cock,
bobbing my head lightly on the rigid dick, feeling the head poking
around in my mouth. The dog began to hump my mouth faster and faster
until he let loose with several squirts of thin semen then rolled
away and went to sleep.  I must have cum while sucking the dog's
dick because I had creamy sperm all over my belly. I scooped up all
I could with my fingers and washed down my breakfast by urinating
into my mouth.  All in all, a very satisfying start to the day.

Taylor and Tyler came by the cage a few hours later, naked, and
carrying small red balloons.  "We brought ya breakfast, Fag,"
Tyler said holding up his balloon.  I smiled at the sound of my
name and stiffened at the sight of their beautiful naked bodies.

"Fresh cum," Taylor said.  "Me and Tyler jerked off into these
ratty old scumbags just for you, Fag. Eat up while the jizz's
still warm and creamy."

I was moved to tears by their thoughtfulness.  Taking me in, giving
me a place to stay...and now this. I felt like the luckiest queer
on the face of the earth as I carefully emptied the contents of both
well worn scum bags into my mouth. "Thank you for the cum, masters,"
I said after licking out the inside of each bag.  "I only wish I
could have your pricks in my mouth to suck the cum from your balls.
Give you both nice slow blow jobs to show my appreciation. Did your
daddy say when you could put your dicks inside me?"

"Couple a days, Fag, when he's sure nobody's lookin' for ya. Pa's
gonna let us fuck ya then too, make you pussy by shovin' our dicks
way up inside your ass. He says queers love t' get fucked, but I
ain't so sure. The queer pa brought us last year sucked okay, but
cried like a baby while we was fuckin'im.  Said our cocks were too
big and fat. You been fucked before, Fag? Before ya got here?"

"I don't know, Tyler, I just don't know for sure.  I think maybe
I've been fucked because I can sort of see myself on my back,
legs over a guy's shoulders and holding his dick, rubbing it in
my crack, guiding his cock into my hole, but..."

"Take it easy," Taylor said when I started to sob, frustrated by my
inability to remember things about my past.  "Here, have some piss.
C'mon Tyler, let's both piss in Fag's mouth. It'll make him feel
better."

I did feel better after drinking their golden yellow urine.  Why
dwell on the past when the present was so good and the future so
promising. I had a cage to live in, semen and urine to eat and
drink, and two young boys, young masters, to serve. In a few days
I'd be allowed to suck their cocks and balls, kiss their asses,
lick the sweat from every part of their bodies.  Until then I had
the dog...and Trojan...to satisfy my slave boy cocksucker mouth.

In a few days I'd be pussy too.  What did it matter if I'd been
fucked before or not?  In a few days I could lay back and spread
my legs wide, exposing my asshole. Taylor and Tyler could mount
me and put their dicks in me, fuck me deep with their long hard
cocks, cum inside me, make me pussy.

Yeah, life was good. Cock for my cocksucker mouth and, maybe soon,
cock for my ass cunt...I had everything a queer could want.

"Do ya know how to read, Fag?"

I stopped in mid-suck and looked up at Tyler with my dick between my
lips. Sucking my own cock, something I can easily do, beats jerking
off and frees my hands to pinch my nipples and play with my balls
and asshole.  The thought of being fucked by my young masters had
turned me on. "Sure, I can read," I said quickly and went back down
on my dick.

"Could ya help us with our readin'...after ya done blowin' y'self?"

A few more slides up and down my dick and my mouth filled with big
big spurts of warm sperm.  I'll eat cum out of scum bags, take cum
any way I can get it, but for a queer like me, creamy cum squirting
into my cocksucker mouth is what life is all about. The dog must
have smelled the cum, the sex in the air, because he came over to
me and tried to mount my face. I would have gladly sucked the dog's
cock again, but Taylor opened the cage door and shooed him away.
I crawled out of the cage and spent the next few hours helping my
boys with their reading.

Instead of books, they didn't have any, we used the weekly paper.
I sat in the middle with the newspaper opened on my lap as the boys
read out loud the stories about local events. They struggled some
over the hard words, words longer than two syllables, and giggled
when my erection pulsed underneath the paper. I couldn't help it.
Sitting close together, all naked and sweaty under the blazing hot
sun, bare legs touching. And the smell of their bodies when I
nuzzled their necks and under their arms, the taste of their sweat
was pure joy.  The old man came by with a pot of squirrel stew.
He seemed pleased to see his boys doing their 'book learnin' as
he called it.

We took a break for lunch, the three of them eating the stew with
obvious enjoyment. Tyler gave me a taste which I promptly spit out,
wondering how they could eat something that looked vile, smelled
awful, and tasted worse.  "Bet I know what Fag'd like t' eat,"
Tyler said, nudging Taylor and looking towards the barn. "C'mon
Fag, Trojan'll be happy to feed you lunch."

Knowing what to expect, I figured to give him a much better blow
job and get a lot more of his semen in my mouth on this, my second
visit to Trojan's stall.  I was surprised to see two other horses,
a mare and a stallion, in the stall next to Trojan.  "In heat,"
the old man said matter of factly as we watched the stallion mount
the mare.  "Shiek's first time breedin', 'spect he'll be needin'
some help t' get hisself situated. Why'nt you get over an' guide
Sheik's cock, Fag."

Sheik was definitely having a problem finding the opening to the
mare's vagina.  Repeated thrusts of his huge cock kept missing the
mark.  I crawled underneath the horses, grabbed hold of Sheik's
magnificent jet black cock and pointed it towards the foam covered
hole under the mare's tail.  It took two hands and all my strength
to get the slippery head of Sheik's pulsing cock to what I thought
was the right position. A combination of hot sweat from the horses
flanks, gloppy secretions from the mare's cunt and thick precum
from Sheik's cock rained down continuously on my upturned face,
all but blinding me.  "How's it goin?" the old man shouted.

I started to reply and nearly choked on the flood of gelatinous
horse juices that poured out of the mare's cunt and into my mouth.
I kept my eyes closed, my mouth open...the stuff was delicious,
like creamy custard...and renewed my efforts to get the stallion's
cock into the mare's cunt. I had to keep both hands on the cock so
I used my tongue to search out the right hole. The area between the
mare's legs was covered with slimy glop so it was hard to see. When
I licked and sucked the slime away, there it was, the mare's cunt,
all wet and shiny, and a smell that made me shiver with delight.
Sheik's cock, every foot of it, slid right in.  "It's in!"  I
shouted.

Sheik's balls were bouncing around as he thrust his massive cock
into the mare's soaking wet cunt.  I gave them a quick lick, just
a little one, so as not to disturb his rhythm, and got a load of
wet horseshit dumped on my head.  Sheik's bowels and balls let
loose at the same time.  I could hear the cum splashing inside the
mare.  Sheik dismounted right after cumming.  I licked away the
frothy mess clinging to the mare's swollen pussy lips and sucked
up the thick strings of semen hanging from the tip of Sheik's
cock.  When I finally crawled out of the stall after eating all
that my belly could hold, I beamed with pride to hear the old man
tell his sons that I was the queerest queer he'd ever laid eyes on.

I crawled back to my cage, well fed and covered with horseshit and
slimy, sticky fuck juices, and promptly fell asleep.  The dog was
next to me when I woke up several hours later, still feeling bloated
from lunch.  I rubbed his belly, pressed on it some...ahhh, good
doggy...and drank his piss.

We settled into an easy routine, the Pritchards and I, over the
next few days.  I sucked off the dog, drank his piss for breakfast.
Taylor and Tyler would bring me sperm filled scumbags or jerk off
into my mouth for lunch. I ate Trojan for dinner.  The old horse
could still produce more semen then I could eat at one sitting so
I used an old bucket to save the extra sperm.  The next day I had
congealed cum nuggets to snack on.  The old man insisted I eat some
of their food too, said even a queer boy like me couldn't live on
semen and urine.  I tried to be polite and eat what they ate, but
I couldn't do it.  The smell alone made me gag.  Tyler saved the
day by pissing in my bowl of possum soup which made it nice and
salty, almost good. Taylor had the idea to spread Trojan's day old
cum on a piece of bread. I could eat that too as long as it was a
small piece of bread and a thick layer of cum.  It was my idea to
put a few tiny pieces of meat in the bucket and let it marinate
in the thickened horse cum for a bit.  If the semen was too thick
and crusty, I'd thin it down with a little horse sweat. I called
it sperm and sweat stew...delicious.

I helped the boys with their reading too.  Every morning we'd sit
close together on a bale of hay and they'd read the paper aloud to
the old man while he chewed tobacco and spit brown juice on my bare
feet. I was naked of course, but the boys had taken to wearing
shorts to spare me the agony of looking at their cocks and not being
able to suck them.

"Mebbe tomorrow, Fag, mebbe tomorrow." The old man said each time
I asked when I could suck his son's cocks and get fucked. The dog
had no interest in fucking me.  He was happy to sit astride my face
like he owned it, and rapidly thrust his thin dick between my pursed
lips into my sucking mouth.  As for Trojan and his two foot long
horse cock...hey, I'm queer, not stupid.  A cocksucking queer boy,
desperate to be a pussy boy too.

"What's this word, Fag?" Taylor asked when it was his turn to read.

"Authorities."

"Oh, yeah, thanks, Fag."

Taylor started to read the story and he was doing fairly well until
the old man grabbed the newspaper away.  He studied it for a minute,
chewing away like mad on the plug of tobacco, and thrust the paper
back at me.  "My readin's purty good...best t' be sure.  Read it,
Fag, out loud, so's I can hear."

I took the paper, spread it across my lap and started to read.

     Authorities have called off the search for the
     body of the young man suspected of aiding two
     convicts in last week's prison break. The badly
     burned getaway car offered no leads to the man's
     identity and the recaptured prisoners have been
     silent on the matter.  Lexington police believe
     the young man died in the crash and his body was
     vaporized in the ensuing conflagration.

The old man was grinning when I looked up from the paper. Grinning
and stomping his foot and unbuckling the straps of his overalls. He
hadn't said to stop, so I kept reading.

     Lexington police have issued warrants for the
     arrest of two men charged with transporting
     under age boys across state lines. A ten year
     old Hispanic boy from New York, found nude at
     the scene, said that the men gave him presents
     and that he didn't mind strangers sharing his
     bed. Lab tests revealed the presence of live
     sperm and a variety of pubic hair in the boy's
     mouth and rectum.  Neighbors report....

"Hold his legs, boys, yer pa gonna show ya how t' fuck a queer."

The old man, naked, and with a cock that made his sons look small.
I had no idea what made him change his mind, but if he was ready to
fuck me, make me pussy, I wasn't about to complain. I lay back on
the bale of hay and with Taylor and Tyler's help, spread my legs as
wide as they could go

"Spread'em wide, Fag, real wide.  Gonna hurt some, less if ya been
fucked b'for, cain't be helped."

The old man spit tobacco juice on his cock and rubbed it in my
crack. "Fuck me, please fuck me," I wailed. "Stick it in, make
me pussy." I raised my hips when I felt the head of his cock probe
my asshole. He spit more juice and, and, ahhhhh...it was in. I had
a cock head in my boy pussy and all I felt was a little burning and
a lot of pleasure.

"This here queer boy ain't no virgin. He been fucked b'fore, mor'n
once I 'spect. Taylor," the old man said sharply. "Get naked and
sit on Fag's chest. Put yer dick in Fag's mouth while I'm fuckin'
his ass cunt. Ya ain't been blowed, sucked proper, 'til ya have a
queer suckin' away on ya cock in his mouth...while's he got a cock
fuckin' away in his cunt."

One more spit, a quick thrust, and the old man was buried...I was
impaled on his cock. I could feel his hairy balls resting on my ass
and his course pubic hair scratching the underside of my stiff dick.
Taylor was teasing me with his prick, rubbing the tip on my face and
nose, around my lips. "Please," I gasped. "Let me have it."

The old man was quite right about queers, this queer anyway, giving
better blow jobs when they have a hard cock plowing away in their
ass.  Taylor's prick, when he finally let me have it, tasted better
and felt better then ever before. I must have sucked it better too
because he came in my mouth in minutes with huge spurts, gobs of
the creamiest and sweetest, most delicious cum I had ever tasted.
The same thing happened when Tyler straddled my face to feed me his
dick.  I had a double load of sweet boy cum in my mouth when the
old man put my legs over his shoulders, thrust his dick into me
as hard as he could, and bathed my tormented bowels with sperm.

I must have passed out for a minute or two because I don't remember
the old man taking his dick out of my well fucked pussy or Tyler
sliding his hard cock in.  The old man's flaccid wet cock and loose
balls were hanging down over my face when I opened my eyes and in
my mouth a second later.

"Open up queer boy," the old man cackled. "Clean 'em up while my
boys take turns in yer pussy."

Take turns they did and I couldn't get enough. Taylor and Tyler
fucked me every day, the old man once or twice a week. The boys
liked to fuck me from behind, doggy style, which kept my mouth
available for cock sucking.  The old man liked me to sit on his
dick, facing him, so he could watch me suck my own cock and cum
in my mouth while I fucked myself on his cock.

Time passed, the leaves began to turn all reds and yellows and
gold and the weather turned cool at night. I moved into the barn
and slept in Trojan's stall on a pile of his steaming manure to
keep warm.  The days were warm enough to go without clothes, I
still wore the dog collar around my neck, but the leash had been
removed.  I wasn't about to run away.

The old man prepared quite a feast for Thanksgiving, wild turkey and
all the trimmings.  I still had no taste for food or drink that had
not been seasoned with a generous amount of semen and urine which
presented no problem on this joyous holiday.

I started the meal with a bowl of dog pee soup, nice and hot, with
nuggets of congealed horse cum floating on top like tiny dumplings.
Next I had wild turkey cock with the testicles still attached. The
old man asked if I wanted him to roast it with the rest of the bird,
but I told him that I'd rather eat it raw.  Not much meat to eat on
a turkey's cock, mostly bone in fact, but it was good to suck the
juice from the long turkey dick, stuff the balls in my mouth too.
Thank's to Trojan, I had a big bowl fresh horse cum to dip the dick
into which added great flavor, and a glass of warm sweat to drink.
The pregnant mare provided lots of frothy stuff from her womb which
whipped up into a tasty mound of fluffy stuff that resembled mashed
potatoes.  Baby squirrel nuts, like little green peas, made a fine
vegetable.

Much like every other good thing in my life, I had the Pritchard's
to thank for desert too. Tyler, Taylor, and the old man, each took
a turn in my upturned ass, fucked me hard and deep, and filled my
thankful pussy to overflowing with semen.  I stayed bent over for
a while, to allow the sperm to mix with my own ass juices, before
squatting over a bowl and feasting on the rich creamy stuff that
came pouring out of my ass.  All I could say to show my gratitude
was, Happy Thanksgiving.