Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2015 01:43:27 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker - part 19

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I need to say this: Note that this is fantasy, not real life.  If you are a
sub, you still have dignity and you should have a voice.  If you are
involved in a BDSM scene, the sub has the right to set limits and to have a
safe-word to immediately put a stop to the proceedings if it turns out to
be too much.  If the dom/sado won't recognize your rights as a sub, my
suggestion is to say "thanks for your time sir," and walk away.  This is
sexual role-play and is supposed to be consensual.  Non-consensual is
assault and is a criminal act.

Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com


Chapter 33

Fag #3

The lights came on suddenly.  I squinted in the brightness, slowly slittin'
my eyes open until they adjusted ta the light.  I saw Master.  He was
naked!  I saw his cock.  His Cock!  I needed that Cock; I wanted that Cock.
The things fillin' my holes was like plain bread compared ta biscuits:
satisfyin', but just not the same thing.  Master took the plug outta my
mouth an' my mouth started ta water.  I moved my stiff jaws, hungry ta get
my mouth on the Cock.  He took the plug outta my cunt an' I clenched for
it, needin' that hole filled.  Master flipped the switch ta lower my cage
an' the other two fag slaves' cages.  Then he unlocked the cages an'
motioned us all ta get out.  We went down on our knees right away, our
mouths wide open, ready for Cock.  Fag 1 was pinchin' his tits an' moanin'
with his mouth hangin' open just like mine.  Same with fag 2 Maybe pinchin'
my tits would help.  I reached up and took hold of mine and pinched an'
pulled 'em; it did help, it relieved some of the physical need for Cock.
But the need inside me was still there, longin' for Cock, needin' Cock.

"Good fags," Master said.  "Very good.  Those training files did just what
they were supposed to do.  What do you think Aiden?"

"I'm really impressed, sir," Aiden said, lookin' at each of us.  "I mean,
they were well on their way yesterday, but it looks like today, they've
been completely converted.  Every one of 'em's kneeling there begging for
cock.  It's amazing!"

"Yeah, I'll say," Master smiled.  "I'll definitely be using his stuff
again!  I could have a nice little side business going on here, training
and selling slaves.  Even give the hypno master a cut of the action.  I'm
going to have to consider that.  Plenty of wealthy men out there who'd love
to have a devoted cock sucking slave to meet their needs."

"Sure thing, sir," Aiden answered.

As they was talkin', I noticed Aiden's Cock was getting' stiffer and
stiffer.  I couldn't keep my eyes off it.  Master must've noticed too.

"Go ahead Aiden; try out fag 3 and see how he does," Master said, pushin'
Aiden in my direction.

He walked over ta me an' the drool from my mouth an' my dick was drippin'
on the floor.  Just give me Cock!  Aiden smiled, lookin' down at me an'
shoved the tip of his cock in my mouth.

"Just cradle it cock sucker.  Don't swallow it yet.  You need to earn it,"
Aiden ordered.

I held his mushroom on my tongue.  I'm one of those guys that can curl his
tongue, so I curled around his big head an' looked up at 'im.  He smiled at
me, slidin' back an' forth just a little, like he was rubbin' the underside
of his Cock against my rough tongue.  He closed his eyes, leant his head
back an' moaned.  Then he took hold of my head an' rammed it home.  My
throat just opened up an' he slid all the way in.  Next thing I knew, my
nose was smellin' his pubes, an' he's a good 10 inches.  Down it went,
right past my choke point.  He went in an' held it there till he felt me
starting ta gasp for air, an' then he pulled out just long enough for me ta
get a breath an' back in he went.  He was lovin' it; I was lovin' it.
Cock, Cock, Cock.  That's all I wanted an' he was givin' it ta me!  His
thrustin' was speedin' up.  Catchin' my breaths got harder 'n' harder.
Then he yelled an' got all tense and shoved his Cock down my throat.  I
felt 'im spasmin' and he yelled loud.  I couldn't breath an' thought I was
gonna pass out.  Finally, he relaxed an' let me go.  I collapsed ta the
floor, but I was a happy cock sucker.  I'd made 'im happy.

Aiden pushed me an' I rolled onto my back, but I had a gullet full of cum,
so I didn't mind.  I looked over and saw fag 1 and fag 2 working on Master.
Fag 1 was swallowin' Master's Cock an' fag 2 was suckin' Master's ass.  I
think it might've been almost too much for 'im; he was moanin' and holdin'
both fags' heads as tight as he could.  Finally, he just focused on the
throat he was fillin' an' started thrustin' for all hell's worth.  Fag 2
sat back on the floor 'cuz he couldn't keep his tongue in Master's hole,
but he looked hungry and frustrated; he wanted Cock too.

Fag 2 spotted Aiden and crawled over lickety-split ta get his mouth on
Aiden's Cock.  Aiden was payin' so much attention ta Master and fag 1 that
he didn't even notice fag 2 until his Cock was inside the fag's mouth, all
wet and warm.  Fag 2 started nursin' for all he was worth, and Aiden
started moanin' real loud.  It might've been pleasure or pain; hard ta
know, since he'd just come big time down my throat.  But he grabbed fag 2's
ears and shoved home.  Fag 2 choked but, like a good cock sucking fag, he
held onta Aiden's hips, reachin' for as much Cock as he could get.  Aiden's
speed picked up an' he was thrustin' like a locomotive.  In a couple a
minutes, he was shoutin' and shovin' into the fag's throat.  With one last
shove an' shout while he held the fag against 'im, he came.  Then he sagged
against the faggot, tired as can be.  The fag kept on suckin', milkin' the
juice outta Aiden's cock, until Aiden shoved him off.


Chapter 34

Fag 1:

I watched Aiden's action with fag 2 and really wished it could've been me.
But I'd already had a load from Master, so I knew I needed to share.  But
Cock was the primary thing on my mind.  Cock!  I needed Cock!  Master and
Aiden both looked tired, but happy after their fagmouth fuck sessions.

"Well, Aiden, how was that for a start for the day?"

"That was amazing sir.  Wish I could start every day that way!" Aiden
answered, grinning.

"Well, maybe we can work that out," Master answered, grinning back at
Aiden, but with a glint in his eye.  "Meantime, we need to get ready for
the office.  You fags wait here while we shower."

Of course, we waited, kneeling on the floor, hands behind our backs, heads
bowed, as we'd somehow learned during the night.  In my mind was a vague
recollection of a previous life, but everything now was about Cock and
pleasing and serving men.  I was a fag and that was my purpose: to serve
men.

We knelt there, waiting, lined up, three faggot slaves.  After a time (we
didn't care - time meant nothing to us except when we had Cock), Master and
Aiden returned, smelling fresh, in their suits and ties.  Master spoke.

"Stand up."

We stood, still with our hands behind our backs and our heads bowed.  The
only Cock we could see were the bulges of Master's and Aiden's pants.

Master applied a lotion to our tits.

"Contains hyaluronic acid; makes the skin more elastic.  This'll help them
grow even more," Master said, rubbing the lotion into my tits.

I squirmed and grunted in pleasure as he fingered and squeezed my tits.

"Tit fag!" he whispered.  Then he applied the cups and I watched my tits
expanding to fill them.

They repeated the process with fags 2 and 3.  Fag 2's cups were smaller
than mine and 3's were smaller than that.

"We'll keep using these to get their titties bigger and bigger.  These
other 2 fags will catch up with fag 1 before too long, since there is a max
size that any fag's tits can get to.  I've been talking with Vinnie about
using tattoos to make the areolas look bigger.  I think that's so hot:
silver-dollar sized areolas with finger sized titties jutting out.  Man,
almost makes me come in my pants!" Master was grinning and pinching my
pumped tits.  I saw his pants tenting and knew that he was telling the
truth.

"Do your morning business faggots.  Use the toilet and make it snappy; I
have a meeting this morning."

We each took our turn using the toilet.  There was no seat on it because, I
assumed, faggots didn't deserve a seat.  So I sat on the cold rim while
Master and Aiden watched, and pissed and shat.  The piss spilled down my
body because my dick was inside the cage, so it dribbled into the toilet
rather than flowing in a stream.  When I'd finished, I looked for paper,
and then saw that Master was holding the roll.

"Grab your ankles and stand up fag."

I did as ordered and Master wiped my ass for me.  Even though I knew this
was the way it was supposed to be, it was profoundly humiliating to have
your ass wiped, as though you were a little boy.  Then he ordered me to
stand upright and he wiped the wet cage as well as my thighs where the piss
had dripped down.  Master performed the same routine fags 2 and 3.  Each
flushed a deep scarlet when Master cleaned them.  Finally, we were
finished.

"OK, up on the table faggots; heads to the wall, on your knees."

We obeyed.

"Reach back on pull your cheeks apart."

We obeyed.  Master and Aiden lubed and inserted the metal plugs in our
pussies, smacking our butts when they'd finished with each of us.  It felt
good to have my pussy filled again; I really felt empty when there was
neither a Cock nor a plug inside me.

"OK, all done.  Get off the table and put the coveralls on," Master
ordered, gesturing to the brown coveralls lying on the floor of one of the
closets.

We dressed and zipped up.  Master ordered us to put on the work boots that
were sitting there as well.  No socks, just the boots.  They felt rough and
uncomfortable and somehow emphasized our nakedness, even though our bodies
were covered.  Feeling the rough fabric of the coveralls against our naked,
hairless flesh and the hard leather surrounding our feet simply reinforced
that we were, in fact, exposed, although no one but Master and Aiden knew
it.

Master summoned the elevator and herded us in.  Using his key, to insure
that the lift didn't stop on the way down, which might have put him in the
position of having to explain the appearance of "workmen" in the residents'
elevator.  We reached the garage and Master walked us to his car.  The hood
opened.

"Fags 1 and 2 in the trunk.  We'll put fag 3 on the floor in the back seat.
Aiden, you can drive to the office.  I'll sit in the back."

"Yes sir," Aiden answered and I thought he was almost going to click his
heels and salute.

Fag 2 and I climbed into the trunk as we had last night.  At least we knew
how this went and were becoming accustomed to traveling this way.  This
time, Master cuffed my hands behind fag 2's back and cuffed his around my
back.  We were forced into a hug as close as two fags could be.  When the
trunk lid closed, our lips touched and we pulled to each other and locked
in a kiss.  There was no Cock, but at least there was a male.  Our beards
sanded each other's faces and each tried to swallow the other's tongue.  As
we lay there in the dark, I could imagine fag 3 lying on the floor with
Master's feet on him.  Perhaps Master was making him lick the soles of his
shoes while we rode to the office.

The car stopped.  I heard Master's voice and in a few moments, the trunk
opened.  It wasn't that bright in the garage, but after half an hour in
pitch blackness, I squinted at the brightness.  Master unlocked the cuffs
around my wrists and then rolled me so that he could reach fag 2's cuffs,
unlocking them as well.  Fag 2 and I climbed out, stretching our legs.
Master cuffed our hands again, this time, behind our backs.  I knew that my
purpose was obedience and service, but my mind flashed to perp walks that
I'd seen on TV news broadcasts in a former life.  I realized, from my own
new experience, that having your hands cuffed behind you almost
automatically forces you into a hunched over posture, and you look guilty
and ashamed.  I felt guilty and ashamed.  Not that I'd done anything to be
ashamed of; I'd been obedient and done what Master ordered, or at least I
had since that aborted attempt at sucking fag 2's cock.  But some corner of
my mind equated my current status as worthy of contempt and I felt the
humiliation.

Master marched us across the garage and summoned his elevator.  We all got
in and Master ordered we three fags to our knees for the ride to the
office.  When we arrived, Master ordered Aiden to check the hall to insure
we wouldn't be spotted.  When Aiden returned, he indicated that no one was
around, so it was safe to move us from the elevator into Master's office.
Once we'd entered the office, Master unlocked one cuff for each of us,
freeing our wrists, and ordered us to strip off the coveralls.  Naturally,
we obeyed.  Our programming had trained us to immediately obey every
command given by our superiors, and every man was a fag's superior.
Master, of course, was Master; we would no more have questioned him than we
would have questioned God Almighty.

To be continued.