Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2016 12:30:49 -0800
From: Rob Z <haverimseat4you@gmail.com>
Subject: inferior nothing - 8

inferior nothing
By: Rob Z
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The dildo machine pummels my cunt.  I feel so lonely just being affixed to
this machine without anyone knowing that I am here other than My Lord and
the Landlord.  With all these cameras affixed on me, I sense that I am
being watched, and while that has its own creepiness, I feel a little
solace in its connection to the outside world.

It must be an hour or two or more, before the Landlord returns and takes me
off the device.  With the dildo out of my cunt, I still can feel its
rhythmic thrusting, as if a ghost was fucking me.

"Stand there."  He points to the center of the room.

Coming around me, he has a measuring tape.

"Your owner wants some leather pieces made for you."  He proceeds to
measure everything in great detail.  It is way more than height and inseam.
He records unusual data like the distance between my upper and lower teeth
when my mouth is at its most open, the distance between my nipples, the
length of my cunt slit, and the length of each toe.  He just manhandles me,
not really engaging me in any conversation other than how to stand or
position myself.

When he finishes with the recording of the data, he pushes me to the floor
and hauls out his cock.  "Drink."  My mouth opens quickly to catch the
first spurt of piss.  It is a strong nasty tasting piss.  I just gulp it
down.  After pulling out, he tucks himself away.  Walking behind me towards
the door of the room, he adds, "This needs to be in your cunt until I come
back in the morning."

I feel a solid object hit my headÑnot hard, but enough to shock me.  A
large butt plug falls to the floor.  Picking it up, it is larger than any
of the ones I have had in me.  The outer door slams close.  He's gone.

I get up with the plug.  Walking over to the large jar of lube, I lavishly
apply it all over the cone tip.  Placing it at my sore cunt, I know it will
cause pain to my swollen lips.  Slowly I start to push.

The Landlord's voice booms over the speakers in the room, "Quit playing and
shove it in."

He's watching me.  I do shove it in.  It hurts, but once it settles in
place, the pain significantly lessens.

I go out to the other room.  Groceries sit on the counter.  I put them
away.  For the evening, I just watch TV.  My cunt flexes around the base.
After a while I just get used to it.

Sleeping on the cot is awkward.  But once I get to sleep, I sleep well.

I awake to the Landlord's voice over the speakers, "Get your cunt cleaned
out, and plugged back up.  I'll be over in an hour."

It's interesting with My Lord in Asia, the Landlord seems to be filling in
for him.  I like it, because our time is primarily sex.  The intensity from
My Lord is not thereÑa much needed break.  The sexual abuse remains
though.

For the next week, I am woken up by the Landlord each morning and told to
clean out.  His visits are the same.  He always wears his tight fitting
chaps, boots, and executioner's hoodÑlooking like he was made for
leather.  His cock is perfectly framed by the chaps, as is his ass around
back.

While each day routinely begins with my douche, the sexual activities we
have is different every time.  The first morning he plays with my hole,
using dildoes and plugs.  The next morning is him flogging me against the
cross.  Then it is electro on my exposed balls.  Then there's fisting.  For
three days straight, he has me rim him.  First is from under the seat one
day, and then him bent over the next morning, and then back under the
rimseat to where he drops a turd in my mouth on the third.  With each day,
I am positioned so that the cameras can capture every moment of my abuse.
I am told by the Landlord that My Lord loves what he sees.

While the morning is reserved for working me over, the evening activities
are for satisfying the Landlord's thick dick.  Again, each day is a
different way of him unloading.  The first night is me giving him a blowjob
while he kicks back with his arms behind his hooded head.  The next night
is him slam fucking me bent over; I have to balance on my feet as he did
not allow me to hold on to anything.  His hands on my waist offer a little
stability.  Another time, he fucks my throat as I lie on the bedÑfacing
up, with my head hanging over the edge.  He takes no mercy, as I gag and
throw up large amounts of throat slime.  Another time I ride his cock.
Another time I give him a hand job.

With each activity, I am to look in the direction of the cameras.  I do not
know if My Lord is watching, but I hope that he is.  With each load of cum
dumped in me, I am to show that I am cum dump by either reveal his load on
my tongue by opening my mouth wide or show my cunt spitting out some cum
drool.  I am naturally required to swallow his loadsÑwhich means that I
have to squat in front of the cameras and shit his spooge in my hand and
lick it off.  Also, every time I am required to clean off his cock, which
is not a problem.

After a week of these activities, My Lord surprises me when his voice comes
through the speakers.

"Inferior nothing."

I perk up from cleaning the equipment in the play room.

"Yes, My Lord."  I kneel down in the middle of the room and face the wall
with the cameras.

"You are doing better than I expected."  It is a backhanded compliment, but
I will still take it.  "Over the next week, I will be sending men over.
You are to give them as much attention as they demand.  You cannot say 'No'
to them for any reason.  What will be done to you will have been
pre-approved.  I don't care if they bloody up your back from flogging or
take a shit in your mouth; it doesn't matter to me, and it really doesn't
concern you.  Now understand me on this, these men must be treated with the
highest respect.  If I hear you were anything less than, I will beat you
worse than anything you have experienced so far.  Nod if you understand."

I do.

"Good.  The first one will show up tomorrow."  With that, I do not hear
from him again that night.

In the morning, I am instructed to clean out.  Afterwards I wait.  It's a
few hours before the Landlord comes in with another man.  He's in his early
fifties, overweight, with a combover, and wearing a sweat suit like my
crazy uncle used to wear.  I know I am being watched, so getting him off
and out of here is my goal.  He spends most of his time with dildoing me in
different positions, while he jerks off in his sweatpants.

The next night, the second visitor comes in with a fully clothed Landlord.
The man is bigÑbig framed, about six-three or four and with a firm beer
belly.  He wears a motor oil stained blue t-shirt with the arms ripped off.
I can see his armpit hair.  His work pants are just as filthy as his shirt.
At about fifty years, this man has seen some hard times.  He speaks with a
thick New England accent.  "Fuck, this one is perfect size."  He points to
the rimseat while continuing to talk to the Landlord.  He blows a nasty
smelling fart.  "Get under there with your tongue ready."  Climbing under
the seat, I watch him approach.  He doesn't even unfasten his pants.  When
he starts to squat, I notice that the seam of his pants have been undone.
As they part, I notice that he wears no underwear, revealing his shit caked
asshole.  "I expect to be clean when I stand."  I start to lick.  He purrs.
"Oh hell, what I wouldn't give to keep him naked and locked up in the back
of my cab.  I wouldn't have to leave my truck for any reason.  My driver
buddies would get a kick using him."  The man and the Landlord exchange in
a conversation while I lick his hole.  After a long time, he stands.
Reaching around to his crack, his fingers check my work.  After a sniff,
"Finally some cunt can clean out a man.  Get on your knees; I hope you have
a love for dick cheese too."  He pulls out a fat uncut cock.  The smell is
rank.  I know what's next.  Yes, he holds my head in place while I clean
off his nasty smegma.  Shortly after he cums in my mouth probably the
thickest I have ever experienced.  It doesn't roll down my throat, rather
just clumps on my tongue.

Two days later, I have to service a circuit musclebear in cowboy garb.  I
have seen guys that look like him so many times in the City.  He's
handsome, but he's nothing special.  The funny thing is that so is the sex
with him.  He just wanted to poke my hole.  That's it.

A day and a half later, a business man enters the dungeon while the
Landlord waits in the living room.  I standÑas previously instructed by
the LandlordÑin the center of the room with my head bowed.  I am not to
look at him in the face.  He approaches me and sucker punches me in the
gut.  I fall to the floor.  He takes off his belt and starts to wail on me.
That's all he does for his time, beat me with his belt.  This goes on for
twenty or thirty minutes, but after the first few minutes I don't move at
all.  Cum lands on my back; I can feel them in the welts from his belt.
Before he leaves, he kicks me between my legs, hitting my exposed balls and
rattling the cage.  The pain is instantaneous.  I remain on the floor,
delirious in pain, as the two men leave the town home.

No other men use me over the next three days, not even the Landlord.  I
watch a lot of TV.  Without internet, this is boring.  Cleaning is the only
thing that breaks up the monotony.

A voice echoes in the town home, "Inferior nothing."

I smile.  "Yes, My Lord?"

"Go to the center of the dungeon and put yourself in your inferior pose."

I race into the dungeon, lie face down on the floor, with my arms on the
sides of my head.  This is the pose I was in when he first walked into my
former apartment.

"Good.  You have been through a lot these last two weeks.  Most cunts
couldn't handle all that.  So now you get your reward.  I am heading to the
Singapore Airport to fly back to the States, but I am not coming to the Bay
Area.  I have been invited to attend a three day extreme sex event.  It's
very exclusive, and I want you thereÑnaked and inferior.  You do well
there, and I give you back some of your shit.  I'm having the Landlord
drive you the fifteen hours it takes to get there.  I want a number of my
toys delivered to me, and that includes you.  He'll be around bright and
early tomorrow to pack you up.  You will be in a cage for the entire trip.
You have a choice.  You can be in the cage, silent and awake, or you can
take a pill that will make you sleep for the duration.  When you wake up,
you will be with me.  Which do you choose?"

Wow!  I get to go with him to a sex party.  That is awesome!

"CUNT!"

I blurt out, "Sleep" and then add "My Lord!"

"Don't make me regret taking you along.  You answer me when I ask a
question."  His tone changes. "Wise choice.  He will be by in the morning.
Don't try to get sleep tonight, you'll do a lot on the drive.  That's it."

"Thank you My Lord."  He no longer says anything.

I get up and have a new excitement to carry me through the day.  To get
some of my stuff back is comforting.

I do not sleep.  At three thirty in the morning, the Landlord comes in.

"Here swallow this."

He hands me a pill.  I swallow it without hesitation.

He smiles.  "Grab your pillow and come with me."

He walks into the garage.  There is only one pillow to grab.  I am tired
and can't wait to go to sleep.  Hopefully the pill will knock me out
quickly.

Entering the garage, I see a minivan with it's back door up.  Walking
around, there are two coffin shaped cages in the back.  The one on the left
has another slave in it, a younger guy with a great torso and a chastity
cage like mine.  He is soundly asleep.

"You didn't think that you were the only slave that was going to be there,
now did you?  Now get in."

I climb in.  There's a rubber floor in the cage.  I lie down and he closes
the solid cover.  Padlocks are applied.  Bags of toys are dropped on my
cage.  That's the last sound I hear before I pass out.

I awake a number of times through the drive, but in each time I don't last
five seconds before passing out again.

Finally I start the waking up process.  We must be at the place because
once again it is dark outside and the minivan isn't moving.  Also, the
other cage is empty.  I lie here for an hour or so trying to fully wake up.

The minivan opens, and two men are talking football.  My cage is unlocked.
I am helped out of the van.  My foot steps on to the concrete of a rather
large garage.  One of the two men is the Landlord, and the other I do not
recognize.  It is this second one that examines my chastity cage.  "Whoever
did this, did a good job."

The Landlord approaches me with a black sack that goes over my head.
Unlike the hood from my old apartment, there is no filtered light that
still manages to pour through the fabric's weave.  The two men grab an arm
and force me to walk with them.  I go from concrete to dirt with just a few
steps.  Then a few minutes later, I start walking on concrete again.

Wrist and ankle restraints are applied.  My limbs are pulled apart to the
point that I am spread eagle while standing.

My hood is removed, and the light blinds me.  When I regain my eyesight, my
environment comes clearer.  I am standing in an industrial storage
facility.  There are three other slaves across from me and two on my left,
with each of us bound by our limbs.  Each of them have our cocks secure in
a chastity cage like mine.  None of us have pubic hair.

My Landlord returns wearing only his chaps, a leather harness, and boots.
His cock stands proudly and rigidly out in front of him. He holds a garden
hose and proceeds to wash us down with a stream of high pressure cold
waterÑfirst the three across from me, then me, and then the slaves to my
left.  It hits like a thousand needles.  There is no way that I can move
away from its stream.  Luckily the cock cage presents a certain amount of
protection.  The only thing to do is to bear it.

The cold water fully wakes me up.

Then one by one we are taken down and then over to the wall on my right
where an hose comes from its center.  Other slavesÑlike us, chastitized
and shaved smoothÑgive us an enema.  A slave inserts the tube in our
cunts and turns on the water.  We are to expel as the water fills us, and I
feel a bit embarrassed.  The slave administering the enema is given
instructions not to move away from the water.

Each of us dump our contents some of which land on this slave.  They don't
change the nozzle between our douches.  After I am cleaned out, with only
one slave left to clean out the other guy speaks.

"Listen up you pieces of shit.  Welcome to the Hierarchy.  You are all
worthless pieces of shit.  You will never be any higher than worthless
pieces of shit in the Hierarchy.  You are property.  Your Masters own you,
but while you are here every single Man has full access to you.  Being
property, you have no rights.  You cannot say "No," ever."

The forty or so year old man paces back and forth.  He's not as big as my
Landlord, but he is intimidating wearing a tank top and nothing else.  His
very long cock stands out perpendicular from his ginger bush.  His ass is
covered in a thick pelt of copper hair.

"Your Masters were brought here to enjoy themselves.  You are here to
facilitate that.  Some of you will be used sexually, while other will be
used to serve in non-sexual roles, like cooking, cleaning, or toilet
service.  Some will have other experiences this weekend.  Keep in mind that
your Masters are a part of The Hierarchy, and The Hierarchy has already
decided just about everything that will happen to you.  Some of you will be
tattooed.  Some will be branded.  Some pierced.  Some will be beaten to the
point of turning skin into hamburger.  In the past, some slaves have left
here with broken bones.  We are severe here.  These actions are done to
please the Men of the Hierarchy, which include your Masters.  You will
accept it without hesitation.  The Hierarchy will not stand for
non-compliance.  Some of you will suffer, we don't care if you like it or
hate it.  Hell, we don't care about you.  You are an object.  You can be
traded around.  You can be wagered in a bet.  You can be left outside in a
pile of garbage.  We are in the middle of nowhere, easily over ten miles to
the nearest neighbor.  You cannot run."

He motions the first slave to be brought over to him.  The slave hesitates.

"You see.  This slave did not want to come to me.  Now pay attention here.
If any of you hesitate, your punishment will be ten times worse than what I
am about to do."

The slave stands in front of the man, who remains silent for about a
minute.  With each second the tension rises and the slave shakes in terror.
He speaks in a calm terrifying tone, "For hesitating, I am going to punch
you and most likely knock you out.  My cock will go into your unconscious
cunt.  Are you ready?  Say, 'Yes, Sir, I am ready to be knocked out.'  And
don't fucking hesitate.  Now."

The slave blurts out what is expected.  The man follows through with a
right cross causing the slave to fall to the ground.  The man picks up his
body and throws him bent over on the table.  The man applies a little lube
from the tube on the table.  His nine inch cock goes in deep in one stroke.
He grinds a little and then pulls out.  One of the slaves that was helping
with the enemas comes over and drops to his knees.  I fully expect him to
take the cock in his mouth, but instead he just inspects it and nods.

"Good.  Hook this one back up and bring me the next."  Two slaves drag the
unconscious slave back to his chains.

The final slave to receive an enema is being led to his spot, but the man
instead motions him to the table.  And like before, he dives his cock in
deep.  The slave yelps.  The long dick is pulled out and inspected like
before.  Then the next slave is brought to the table.  I am the last one to
receive the deep penetration, and it hurts how he just shoves in without
any care to my comfort.  He pulls out and hears the news that I am clean.

"Good, no one needs to be cleaned out again.  You will be cleaned out at
least twice a day while here.  Slave shit is one of the most vile
substances known.  You will be shaved next.  No slave here will have one
strand of hair on its body.  You are all in chastity, so I don't need to
point that out only Men have useful cocks.  In fact, tonight every Master
has been given medication for him to keep an erection, so they can play all
through the night.  It's going to be a fun night, too bad some of you won't
be participating in it.  Some will enjoy every moment of it, while some
will be scarred for life."

Slaves come over to my stretched out secured body.  They start shaving the
rest of my body including my head and eyebrows.  I am really scared now.
This guy is serious.  I haven't seen My Lord, and I hope that this is just
to fuck with my head.  But how he has brutally treated me in the past, I
don't know.

As each slave is finished being denuded, it is brought out of the facility,
wearing the hood it wore before.  I am the third slave to be finished.  I
am guided by two sets of hands.

I can hear a party environment, and I can feel heat, probably from a pit
fire.  I am pushed to my knees and the hood is removed.

About twenty feet in front of me is a big bonfire in the middle of a
clearing of a forrest.  Around it sits many men illuminated only by the
fire.  Slave mull about.  I finally see My Lord talking to another guy.
Both are sitting on rim seats.  Both are receiving blow jobs, and both have
a slave eating their shitholes underneath.  I realize that the other guy is
the Landlord.  The two of them are looking at an iPad, completely ignoring
the slaves that are servicing them.  They don't even notice me kneeling
about thirty feet away.

A man approaches me.  I recognize him as one of the guys that used me at
the town home.  He's the filthy trucker that wanted me to clean him up on
the road.

"Well looky here."  I look up at him.  He wears a very worn out leather
jacket without a shirt underneath it.  Boots are the only other piece of
clothing he wears.  His cock points at me.  "I have to piss."

I open my mouth and his sticks his filthy cock in there and starts to piss.

"Yeah.  I tried my best to get you as my slave, but your owner wants you
for other things.  Pity.  You would have enjoyed servicing me and my
friends.  I did get a hold of a slave of my own."  He pulls out, shaking
his final drops in my face.  He walks off.

The slave that shaved me and brought me to the bonfire walks up to My Lord
and motions towards me.  My Lord looks over at me and smiles.  He stands
detaches himself from the slaves from his crotch and ass.  He walks over to
me and smacks me.

"I deserve that because I am your inferior nothing."

"Shout it!"  He smacks me hard, knocking me to the ground.

"I DESERVE THAT BECAUSE I AM YOUR INFERIOR NOTHING!"

He laughs as I start to get back on my knees.

"No, stay on all foursÉ.  You are a piece of work.  You know that?"

The Landlord approaches.

"You are a gullible piece too."  I don't like where this is going.
"Fucking gullible.  You let me do what ever I wanted to you, and you never
said 'No,' no matter what I did.  You have no clue to what you let me do to
you.  You have no idea what's in store for you.  Do you?"

"My Lord?"

"I said, 'You have no idea what's in store for you.  Do you?'"

"No My Lord."

"Of course not.  You are too stupid to connect the dots.  Let me inform you
that from this day forward, you will no longer exist to the rest of the
world."

I look up at him.  His cock, like all the men here, is rock hard.  He
strokes it very slowly, as if to taunt me.

"That's right.  You are going to drop off the face of the earth."  He
pauses to look at me.  I don't react.  He can't be saying what I think he
means.  "You were so obsessed with my cock that you gave me your iPhone and
Facebook passwords.  I gave them to the guy that came over, the one that
fed you my cum out of his ass.  He works for the Hierarchy doing background
checks on the potential meat.  He's a real wiz when it comes to finding out
about people.  He knows how to milk Facebook for information.  We knew who
you were pretty much since the beginning, and yes, strangely, you kept
telling us more.  We knew that you would make a prime specimen to benefit
the Hierarchy.  So we set in motion what needed to be done to make you
disappear."

"I don't get it."  I speak out of turn.  I don't care what the process is.
This is wrong.

"More plainly and more distinctly: your life, as you knew it, is over.  You
are never going back to it.  You are going to be a slave for life.  Your
connections to your former family and friends have been severed.  No one
will miss you until it's too late."

"Too late?  Are you going to kill me?"

"No. No. No. The Hierarchy did not spend its money on you only to kill you.
You have been sold.  You will never be seen again by your previous life."

"Sold.  This can't be happening.  Someone will come looking for me."

"Who?  You don't have many friends, family, or coworkers.  Besides,
everyone thinks you are in Billings Montana.  You quit your job and told
them that you were moving toÉ Billings.  You terminated your apartment
lease by also telling them that you were moving toÉ Billings.  You know
that paperwork you signed?  Well that was to have your apartment stuff
shipped to Billings as well.  Even Facebook was updated to say that you
found the man of your dreams and that you are moving to a private ranch
outside of Billings.  Everything says that you are in Billings, Montana.
And I'll give you a clue, we are nowhere near Billings.  Hell, we're not
even in Montana.  It takes on average about 90 days at least before anyone
begins to question.  By then you'll be long gone, never to be seen again."

I look down.  This can't be happening to me.

"And yes The Hierarchy keeps track.  Everything is controlled by them.
Every single person that I brought over to your place, has been part of the
Hierarchy.  Everyone has a role.  I am a hunter for the Hierarchy.  The
truck driverÑor the clean up guyÑis part of the Hierarchy.  There was
the guy who removed your hair and sealed that cage on you is following the
direction of the Hierarchy.  Even your fake Landlord here is part of the
Hierarchy."  He points to the Landlord.  "The best part of all this is that
you were completely ignorant to how you gave yourself to us.  You didn't
resist.  You didn't try to escape.  You wanted me to take you away from
your pathetic life.  All we had to do is to get you to believe that I want
you.  A few carefully chosen words of encouragement and you were believing
every lie I was spoon feeding you.  You made kidnapping you so easy and
fun."

The Landlord adds, "My job is to market you.  Last week, I videos of you
performing different sex acts for the camera.  They were uploaded to our
server.  The ad for your sale went up immediately; that ad showcased how
you a total sex pig wanting to be used.  And then last week, a trial run of
your service was offered to any potential buyer who was nearby.  A number
of the buyers actually tried you out."

The Landlord walks behind me as My Lord continues, "That truck driver
really wanted you.  He got in a bidding war with your eventual buyer.  He
had to settle with the slave we had in the town home next to yours.  You
probably would recognize him; he slept in the next cage next to you on the
ride here.  He was the toilet slave I have been training for a number of
weeks.  He's a better fit for that trucker than you."

The Landlord shoves his barely lubed cock in me and starts to slam into me.
I scream out.  With his hand gripping my shoulders, I cannot move.  My Lord
comes and stands on my fingers.

"Look up."

I strain to look up.  It is difficult to see his face, as it is obscured by
his continued casual stroking.

"Your buyer bought you without ever seeing you in person, based solely on
how you performed on camera.  Because you ate a turd, I was able to add 50%
to your purchase price.  The Hierarchy thanks you for that."

I speak with a shaken voice.  "You can't do this.  You can't sell me.
Someone will find out who you all are."

The Landlord laughs in between thrusts, as My Lord speaks, "Yes we can, and
yes we did.  It's done.  No one is coming for you.  No one cares about your
previous life.  Hell, your payment has been received; once you are
delivered to your new owner, the Hierarchy won't care either.  And no one
will find us out.  Even if you somehow did the impossible and escaped, you
couldn't go to the police and tell them who I am.  You don't even know my
name.  You don't know any of our names."

What the hell!  He's right.  I have been blindly calling him My Lord.

He continues, "You don't know what kind of car I drive.  You don't even
know where the town home is.  You were never allowed to go out.  You
couldn't tell what street you were on, let alone what city.  My cell number
was attached to a disposable phone.  Face it, you don't know anything."

I look down at the ground.  The Landlord guy picks up speed, he's about to
cum.  I feel so fucking betrayed and used.  I feel helpless and hopeless.

"Besides, no one will believe your story.  But I don't recommend escaping.
Your new owner will not like it.  He is an evil bastard.  Best advice I
have for you is to comply when he takes you.  Compliance will earn you a
reward.  You know what that reward is?"

I just look down.  He's right, my life is over.  "No."

"Anesthesia.  If you accept your role, he's more likely to give you
anesthesia when he cuts your cock and balls off."

I look up at him.  "What?"

"I know.  It's harsh, but he demands all of his slaves be castrated.  Cock
and balls gone.  Poof!  And for what you have between your legs, it's
really no loss."

The man I called Landlord leans into my ear, "And I get to do the cutting.
I've been wanting to get to your balls for weeks."

The man I called My Lord adds, "He's been doing it for the Hierarchy for
years now as an optional service to our buyers.  He's one of the best
cutters."

Reaching between my legs he squeezes an exposed ball.  "Fuck yeah I am!
FUCK!"  He slams into me, releasing a massive load.

As the man I called Landlord pulls out and gets up, I desperately look
around for any hope for help.  Most everyone else is in their orgy mode.
Slaves are serving Masters.  Others are being whipped.  This all seems par
for the course here.  The trucker is keenly watching my humiliation while
sitting on a rimseat with his slave slurping his shithole out.  The ginger
master from the enema building has joined us.

The man I referred to as My Lord reaches down and slaps me.  "One last
time.  Say it for me."

Reluctantly I respond, as cum drips out of my well used cunt, "I deserve
that as I am an inferior nothing."

"You have been saying that for weeks, and now you really are an inferior
nothing.  And I think you finally realize just how accurate that is."

There is no hope.  Oh my god.  There is no hope.  I look down and start to
cry.

"That's it!  Let those tears out faggot!"

I really cry, and not just cry, but sobs.

There are some giggles towards me, as he steps back off of my hands and
fingers.

"Look up at me!"

I can't do it any more.

"I said look up at me FAGGOT!"  His words are very broken up by quick
breaths, as if he just ran a mile.

I raise my head to look at him.  He triumphantly stands in front of me.
His cock is the largest I have ever seen.  It wildly pulsates.  He arms are
at his sides, with both hands clenched in a fist.

"Fuck yeah!  Now cry baby cry!"

That he's enjoying my suffering makes me cry harder.

"FUCK YEAH!!!!"

His cock erupts cum without him even touching it.  Cum ropes spurt in my
direction.  The first lands on my left shoulder.  The next two land on my
face.

A fair number of guys that started watching us cheer.  A couple pat him on
the back.

"Oh hell yeah.  You did not disappoint.  And nowÉ" He looks at the
ginger master from the enema building.  "Take him out, and then take him to
his new owner."

"With pleasure."

He approaches me quickly and cocks a fist, as the man I worshipped and
called My Lord turns his back on me and calmly walks away.

The right hook comes fast.  I am knocked unconscious.


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This is the end of the "inferior nothing" story.  Thank you all for reading
it.


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