Date: Wed, 1 May 2013 19:46:15 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker - part 5 - Gay Authoritarian

Author:  white collar
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker(Oral, forced)
Date:, 2013

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Chapter 7

Sucking on my back was different, I found.  My throat was more of a
straight-line, if you'll pardon the double-entendre, so I didn't feel as
great an urge to gag.  I still had to read Jon's rhythm so that I could
time my breathing to his thrusts, but one he settled into a tempo, it
wasn't hard.  I discovered that with each thrust, he pulled on my nipples,
as though using them for handles to pull himself into me, and that helped
me time my breathing.  I also discovered that my nipples responded to his
tugs and it was making my dick surge.  That awareness caused me to flush
from head to toe in embarrassment, as I realized I was responding like a
faggot.  I wasn't a faggot!  I couldn't be a faggot!  But the humiliation
of being deep-throated on my back like a whore was profoundly arousing to
me, and my cock surged against its cage.

"Look," said Jon, continuing his pumping, "his little caged dickie is
trying to get hard.  He likes this."

"I think what he likes," Master said, "is the humiliation.  But you and I
will train him to like the rest of it as well.  There are many ways to
brain-wash a man and turn him into a cock-sucker."

"Yeah," said Jon, looking down on me, "You're a cock-sucker aren't you?"

I raised my eyes to his and read his contempt and lust.  "Ssssss unnnnn
sssss oonnnh," I murmured, my attempts at speech deforming my lips,
breaking the seal around his cock and causing the wet sucking noises that
exemplify cock-sucking in progress.

"No!" I wanted to say.  "No!  Anything but that."  I felt so ashamed and
humiliated.  But I couldn't deny – my dick was drooling, even inside its
cage.

"No faggot, not yet.  You have a lot to learn before you can call yourself
a cock-sucker."

That word!  He'd said that word again!  He'd called me a faggot.  And I
knew it was true.  I attempted to sob in shame and humiliation, but my
mouth and throat were too filled to permit that.  So tears spilled out of
my eyes, down the sides of my face.  I was now a faggot.

The contractions of my sobbing throat apparently stimulated Jon a great
deal, because he suddenly pulled out of me, saying "no, not yet.  It's too
soon.  You want to have a go Greg while I begin training his other hole?"

"You know it," Master said, opening his fly and pulling out his thick cock.

"Open faggot!" he ordered and I obeyed.  Obedience was becoming second
nature to me.  I was getting past the point of questioning.

Master teased me, sliding his head in and then pulling back and sliding in
again.

"Tickle the head with your tongue, faggot," he ordered and I did what he
told me.

Then Jon grabbed my feet and pulled them toward my head.

"Hey Greg, hold his feet."

Master took my feet and I realized my hole was exposed to the world.  This
was it.  My life as a straight man was now over.  I clenched in
anticipation of my defilement, of my ultimate humiliation.

"Just loosen him up," Master said.

"You got it," Jon replied.

I heard a squirting sound and felt a cool liquid hit my clenched hole.

A slap.

"Loosen up faggot.  Relax.  You lost your choices when you played games
with the books.  Now your book is coming into a new chapter," Jon said and
I felt his fingers at my pucker.

He rubbed the lube into the entrance of my lips and then began to push in.
My breath caught and I moaned.  Even his slight penetration felt good.  Oh
god!  It felt good.  But it was so humiliating!  Please, no – not this.
Please!  I felt him push another finger in, sliding the two fingers in and
out and stretching my ring as he did.  Then three fingers.

"That's it.  Good faggot.  You're a natural.  We'll have you trained in no
time!  Pretty soon we'll have you taking a fist." Jon cooed and Master
chuckled.

"Is he sucking you in?" Master asked.

"Oh yeah," Jon answered.  "He's taking it like a bitch in heat!"

"Nice," Master responded.  "I can't wait to bust his hole!"

Tears were streaming out of my eyes and I sobbed around Master's cock.  He
continued to fuck my mouth and soon, I could feel his cock beginning to
throb, as though getting ready to shoot.

"I'm ready," Master said, pulling out of my mouth.  "Let's get him across
the desk.

They grabbed me under my arms and pulled me off of the desk like a side of
beef.  They pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed them, reinforcing my
powerlessness and shame.  Then they draped me across the desk, so that my
feet were on the floor and I was bent at the waist.  I felt and heard my
cock cage bang against the side of the desk, reminding me of my bondage,
both in terms of my body and my being.  My dick was no longer mine and it
was a dick, not a cock.  The cage reminded me of how puny I was, both in
status and in genitalia.  I felt Master kneading my ass as he pried it
open.

"No," I whispered.  "Please don't.  Please Master."  But I don't think he
heard me, or if he did, he refused to comment.

I felt him opening my hole and then felt his cock against my pucker.

:Open up faggot," he said and pushed against me.

I lay my head on the desk and wept in defeat.  I was no longer a man, not
in the proper sense of the word.  I'd lost everything.  I was his.  I was a
faggot.  I was his faggot.

He pushed just inside my ring and waited.  Then he reached forward and
grabbed me by the hair aind simultaneously pulled my head back and pushed
in, raping me and claiming me.

"Now faggot.  Now you're my bitch!" he crowed and entered me fully with one
thrust.

I choked out a strangled howl at the pain and Jon thrust his fist into my
mouth to shut me up.  Again and again, Master pulled back and thrust
forward, fucking my ass.  The pain lessened, but the degradation mounted.
And Master had spoken the truth: there was pleasure in the humiliation.  I
wallowed in my shame.  I was his faggot!  And that took me to a high I'd
never experienced before.  I began to moan and pant and Jon removed his
hand from my mouth.

"Fuck me Master," I panted.  "Please fuck me and make me your faggot bitch.
Awwwch!"

"Oh yeah faggot.  You are my bitch.  Your life will never be the same
again.  You're mine until I've used you up!" Master panted as he possessed
me.

As he fucked, I was aware of the flashes of a camera.  Jon was taking
photos with his phone, probably for pleasure and for blackmail.

"Look at me faggot," he ordered.

I turned my face toward him and saw mulitple flashes.  I felt the
humiliation-pleasure mounting, higher and higher as Master's thrusts
accelerated.  Then I cried out as I experienced something I'd never felt
before – an orgasm without ejaculation!  I went over the top and cried
out in ecstasy.  Truly I was his bitch.  I came like a woman being fucked;
I came like a faggot.


To be continued.