Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2018 18:05:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Ewan Randall Subject: Slut-Boy Chronicles chapter 2 The Slut-Boy Chronicles by Ewan Randall Chapter Two: An Exercise in Orality - I can't begin to describe how luscious I felt wearing only that little negligee. There was a difference inside me. It burbled out of my insides and ran up & down my body. You could see it in my walk - I had a strut now. My ass & hips swayed to & fro. My legs seemed longer, more shapely. I held my head differently. Not mousing along as usual, but here to be admired, studied, appreciated. "Here" was the operative term - I was present in my life, maybe for the first time I could remember. There it was & it just felt right. Like a hunter, I closed in on Montell clattering around in the kitchen. He was my quarry, my object, my idol. I wanted to learn every way to pleasure his needs, his desires-his darkest lusts. Little did I know where all that would go - but I don't think I would have skirted away from that destiny even if I had known what I would have to do. All the degradation & humiliation. I wanted to know, to sacrifice myself on his altar. I needed to be his slave, his slut-boy. There was no longer any choice for me in this. He looked up as I padded into the kitchen, and a deep grin crossed his face. "Heyyyy bitch, you look so pretty like that. I figured you'd go for it. Nasty whore." "What you mean, daddy?" I said, not at all ashamed, swishing back & forth so he could see how I looked better. "I guess you could say it was a test for you. To see if you were truly boy-whore material. A manly type of guy would have gone into the bathroom & grabbed a towel. An idiot would have come downstairs butt nekkid. You knew what I wanted to see - & wanted it for yourself. That's what makes you a boy-whore." I reached out and touched Montell on his giant bicep. I was very serious then. "Is it okay that I'm a total boy-whore?" "Bitch, as long as you're mine you can be the biggest slut in the nation. In fact, I want you to be as slutty as you like. Capturing cocks, ensnaring them in your sexy wiles." "You mean it, daddy?" "Fuck yeah, slut. I want my friends powerless in front of you. Unable to resist your sexy shit. And I'm gonna own that shit. It will be mine to give away." I slid up to Montell's side sinuously. What a little kitten had come out of me just then. Who was I really? "You serious about that, daddy? You're going to give me away to your friends?" "As soon as we get your bitch ass trained up proper. So you know how to serve a big black cock just right." I looked down suddenly, my toes were curling, but I was smiling inside. "I want to know, daddy. I want to learn to do everything you like. I can be a better fuck than some white tramp lady." He swept his arm around me and pulled me off my feet. "No jealousy now. I'm gonna fuck who I want to, bitch. You serve me right, and I'll always be coming back. But you gotta learn how to serve a cock. That's the key." "I'll learn. I'll learn to take your whole cock wherever you want it. And swallow every time." "Good bitch. I figured you for submissive & obedient. That's why you got nothing to worry about from no tramp. She get all skittish before I get half of it comfortable. And if she don't do no anal, forget it. I look elsewhere." "But boy-bitches can only do anal, right?" "If it not in they mouth, it up they asshole. So there's your advantage, slut. Use it to get what you want. I take what I want, & I'll take it from you over & over again. But I'd rather you give up the hole to me willingly. That's a slut-boy's duty." "Okay, daddy. I want to." "You good that way. That's why you my boy now. Now give me some sugar, you fucking whore." I made a little keening whine of excitement as he bent down to my face, and we kissed again. It was just the same as before. Shattering. Devastating. My belly went ass over tit. I felt vertigo blaze out of me, ears ringing, mind buzzing. My toes curled & tiny fists balled up in spasms of delight. But I held on this time, not losing consciousness again. Montell set me down after a really long tongue-wrastling. He did more than pat my ass in approval. He groped it, fingers sliding down between my cheeks. "There's a good little bitch. The spag's almost done, so grab you a seat at the table. I'll bring it over. Hope you hungry. You got work to do before I take you back to your mother's." "Mmmm, I wish I could stay here and be your boy." He smiled & winked at me. "You my boy so long as you in my house." I liked the sound of that indeed, but I took a seat at the dining room table, and let my daddy serve me up a plate of spaghetti and sauce. He got his own, and sat down across from me. I was surprisingly hungry & polished off my own plate, while Montell dug into his own. He had more & so it took him longer, which left me some leisure time to reach up under the table with my foot and caress his crotch with my toes. My god, he felt huge down there. I was getting impatient to see just how big, to see if I had just been imagining that massive size when I saw him naked on his back deck. I wanted to see exactly how he was going to force me to service him after dinner. Montell grinned at me as I stroked his cock-bulge. "You don't got no idea just how much trouble you in right now. I've had bitches taller than you crying to think this huge cock was gonna go inside them. Some scream when I fit it in they pussy boxes. You a tiny thing, and you all eager for me to break you open." Mmmmm, daddy," I purred, "I'm so fucking horny for you. Like you said us little bitch-boys have no choice but to take it however you give it to us." "Naughty little thing," he growled. "This is gonna shatter your little world. You won't be able to sit down for a week. And then Ima get my friends to pound your slut ass silly afterwards." "Promise, daddy," I asked, archly, too excited to sit still. What would he make me do tonight? I was eager to go all the way: to be made into an oral and anal slut for my daddy, & to suck down his cum afterwards. Surely he would make all these nasty fantasies come true soon enough, but how many tonight? And how much would it hurt when he did? How much would it hurt afterwards? Would I really become transformed into a new person-this "butt-slut" he was talking about-and what else would change for me then? Montell had no intention of hurrying things along. He knew my mom wouldn't be back from work until the morning. And it was only six pm right now. He had all night to play with me like some sort of naughty fuck-toy. To mold me & shape me to his desires. Very deliberately, he collected our plates when he finished his supper, and washed up, placing the leftover spaghetti in the fridge. Then he pulled out a pair of cocktail glasses & set them on the breakfast bar. "You ever drink before, Ewan?" he asked. "No-well, once I snuck some Bailey's from mom's cabinet." "Did you like it?" "It made me feel pretty funny. I got really excited... and I touched myself..." I was smiling at the pleasure of the memory. "You do anything else, you bitch. Tell me the truth now." "I... I... put a banana in my bottom." I was ashamed, even though I knew that's how little sluts pleased themselves. And I knew that my daddy had much worse planned for me very soon. "You fucked yourself in the butt-hole with a banana like a filthy fucking faggot whore," he said solemnly. "Yes, daddy. I wondered what it would feel like..." "Did you like it, slut?" "Oh yes. It hurt at first, but as I pushed it in, it felt better & better. It made me cum right there. A lot. One of the biggest cums I ever had until just a bit ago." "So you like things inside your shit-door, huh? Just like a little queer bitch." Montell started to pour some vodka in the glasses. The orange juice went on top of that. "Nasty fucking whore," he scowled. "We gonna give you a little something to loosen you up for tonight's lessons." "Just a drink, right" I asked, a bit fearfully. I had heard about guys who drugged their dates so they could have their way with them. "Oh yes, a stiff drink before you get a stiff fucking cock. Here, take this. We'll sit in the den." He handed me my glass & I followed him into the den. We sat on the couch while he turned on a porn DVD, something with lots of white girls sucking & jacking black cocks. "Here's a little inspiration for you, slut. You are going to learn to service a cock tonight with your hands & mouth. We'll start slow, and take our time. But a bitch should know that a stud wants to fuck his throat all the way down. And not get bitten." I giggled a bit. "Oh daddy, I wouldn't bite you. You really want me to learn how to swallow a cock?" "All the way to the fucking nuts, bitch. You gonna make that big thing disappear in yo face. Or the lessons are over. You can go back to whatever you were doing before." The thought kind of scared me. Without Montell there was nothing for me. I realized I had no choice: I had to learn to please my daddy or else. I had no idea I could swallow that massive cock I saw out back, & it would only seem bigger & bigger once its naked, erect glory was wagging in my face. I gulped a bit fearfully, eyes wide, face serious. "I won't let you down, daddy. I'm your boy. I want to be." "You want to serve me & my desires, no matter what I say?" "Yes, daddy," I said with conviction, knowing there was no way back out now. I was hooked, stuck, trapped even. Without my daddy, I was just a closeted, scared fag. With him, I had a chance at sensual glory. I knew my place, & yearned for it. I would be his own toy - or it would kill me trying. I had been sipping at my drink while we talked. I sat back to focus on the movie, on those dark cocks disappearing into pretty white mouths, over & over again. It seemed like a compilation of scenes: there was nothing but jump cuts between massive oral invasions, getting progressively harder & deeper. I saw what it looked like when a porn actress swallowed a cock, the tears flowing from her eyes, the gush of drool after it pulled free, the swell in her throat as the cock passed through her jaws. I was transfixed, drinking. I placed my bare feet in my daddy's lap & rubbed them on his crotch. He sat there sipping his own, waiting for his moment to begin the lessons. All in good time. He was in no hurry. He wanted me to see the action & get excited on my own, eager to service him & his enormous pole. He could obviously see my little six-inch cock standing as tall as it would go, & watched me stroking it with my free hand from moment to moment. "Yeah, bitch," he said approvingly, "You thinking about how to be a better slut than these fucking bitches, ain't you?" "Mmm-hmmm, daddy. I want to know their secrets so I can please your every fantasy." Montell stroked my bare thighs warmly. "You want to make a pussy out yo' mouth, huh bitch? To be a little cocksucking faggot whore." "I want to be your cocksucking faggot whore, daddy. Please force me to serve you." He slapped my thigh sharply. "You finish that drink, slut. All of it now. Let it fuzz your mind up so you're loose enough to take this massive cock." "You want me to take it all, daddy?" He slapped my thigh again & again, repeatedly as I finished my screwdriver. "Ima choke your bitch ass out, slut. You gonna learn to breathe through your nose while you swallow a whole huge cock! You gonna be prime pussy-meat for me & anyone I tell you to serve." "Can I be your slave, daddy?" I said, setting my empty glass down on the end table. I reached out for him, stroking his arm and chest, then reaching lower. He slapped my hand away as I reached for his massively bulging crotch. Then he slapped me across the nose & cheeks. Three times until I withdrew my hands. Tears trickled out of my eyes as I recoiled. "Fucking hungry bitch. Eager slut. You get the cock when I tell you get it, not one second before. You understand that, bitch? I'm yo' master, yo' daddy, and you best mind me!" "Yes, daddy. Please let me serve you." He stroked my hair tenderly, then grabbed my slender wrist and jerked my arm. "Get down here. Kneel on the floor between my legs. Hands at your sides, behind your back. Slave position! Now!" I jumped to obey him with a swish of red silken fabric, kneeling on the bare wooden floor, hands clenched behind my back. I would do whatever he ordered, no matter how humiliating or painful. His cock was going to be painful enough - but I yearned for it to enter me, to penetrate me, expand my sex-holes for his pleasure. My mouth & asshole were pussies for his savage lust. He would see to that. He reached into a drawer by his end of the couch, and pulled out a black leather band, wrapping it around my neck, fitting the strap into the buckle behind my neck. It was thick, and heavy with a steel ring on the front. He caressed my chin & then slapped me again. "You my slave now, bitch. When you're here in my house, you don't get to wear clothes, other than what lingerie I give you. You dress like a sexy porn star whore from now on. You got to wear this collar too, always. It's your badge of service. The house cocksucker!" "Yes, daddy," I sighed, the tightness of the collar constricting my breath a bit. "I want to be your cock-slave!" "I don't fucking care about that, bitch," he said sternly, slapping me twice more then grabbing a fistful of my shaggy brown hair and pulling me forward painfully. "You now nothing more than two nasty fuck-holes to serve me & whoever I tell you to serve. No will, no desire. Just service. Obedience." "Yes, daddy," I simpered. And so my daddy held me there by the hair, stroking my cheeks & chin tenderly in between rough slaps across my face, back & forth, over & over again. He traced his fingers over my pouting lips from time to time, & then dug two or three of them into my mouth to make me suck them luridly. He even grabbed my tongue & pulled it out so he could hawk up sputum & spit it there. I had to taste & swallow his phlegm obediently. Then he slapped me more, harder, trying to break me, make me cry. And I did - I was blubbering as he started to force more of his hand into my mouth, poking his fingers against the back of my throat so I would gag on them. He continued to spit in my face, & slap me in between these deep throat invasions, holding his hand there until I nearly threw up, and then sticking back there even longer. He was training me, trying to get me to fight the gag reflex, swallow him for longer, learn to breathe around the intruder. After thirty minutes of this, he seemed satisfied at my endurance. "Little whore gonna learn to be a good cocksucker now." Tears streaking my face, spittle & sputum dripping in thick strands down my chin running onto my chest & negligee, I looked up at him, unable to gasp out an acquiescence. Not that he wanted to hear me submit myself to him. He was lost in his power over me, exulting in his utter domination. "Take my big fucking cock out of my pants now, you fucking bitch. You gonna stroke it all the way hard now." Shaking in fear & excitement, I obeyed him, pulling down his zipper and fishing out his immense length of black cock from his pants. I thought it was big before when I saw it out back, but this was so close to my face, and even though it was only three- quarters hard, I felt tiny compared to his massive girth. I reached out with trembling hands and seized his cock. My hands were tiny, wrists slender. I could barely wrap my fingers around his powerful, stiffening shaft, and it took both of them to enclose that mass. "That feel good, you slut? You see how much it gon' hurt you when it gets inside you? You scared, bitch? Answer me!" He demanded, smacking the back of my head as he snarled that. "Oh god, daddy! I'm terrified. You're gonna break me half with that!" He grabbed my hair in both hands & pulled in two directions. "I will break you, you fucking cock-taking whore. And you gonna love it & beg me for more. To be my butt-fucking slut again." "Yes, daddy," I said, wide-eyed, gawping at his fully-erect length. I started to move my hands up & down that thick black shaft. The whole thing was longer than my forearm & fist, about fourteen inches long I'd say. The shaft was thicker than my wrist, the angry purple cockhead bigger around than my fist. Most impressive-and terrifying-was the mighty bulge in his cock, starting just below the head and extending down about a third of the way down the shaft. I clenched it both hands and my fingers wouldn't touch around it. Nine inches at least around right there. I was amazed to see this so close to my face, available to me, the object of my lust & dreams. It was my terror & delight-a cock sized to fucking torment a bitch in every way. And it was right there - my duty to serve it, to spread myself open & submit to it. To yearn for it to fill my every crevice & nook & cranny. To be replete, at long last. "You done stared at it enough, bitch. This ain't show & tell, you know. Get those hands working at it. Jack that shit. You got to please that fat thing! That yo' job!" Tongue worrying at the corner of my mouth, I started to rub & stroke that enormous cock. "Oh, daddy," I moaned, "It's so big! I can hardly hold it. How will fit in my mouth?" "You gonna hafta figure that one out, bitch. 'Cause you gonna suck it down good. Swallow that shit. Take every fucking inch, you cocksucker!" He pulled out a bottle of something & drizzled a stream of slippery stuff on his cock, so I could pump him more easily. The slickness was really exciting, & I squeezed him eagerly as I continued to jack that mountain of a cock. My eyes widened, my belly tumbled, my heart raced. Not since those forbidden nights in camp had I been able to hold a cock like this, and Kevin had been nowhere near this big. My daddy was earth- shatteringly gigantic, truly built to break slut-boys. And was going to make me take that mighty rod in my sex-holes, my pussies he called them. My mouth & asshole. And I had to, I had no choice. Either take them all the way my daddy demanded, or go back to my lonely life, to wait until I found someone else. An easy choice. The size & darkness of that powerful pole was too much for me to resist. I was drooling for it, swallowing repeatedly. Licking my lips in anticipation. Moaning a little like a crazy person. I was hypnotized by cock, hooked on depravity. My step-dad was now my master. I was his cock-slave, willing only to serve his needs. To become his bitch. Montell let me play with his 14-inch cock for a very long time, maybe twenty minutes or longer, occasionally reapplying lube to his pole so it felt best. He was rock- solid by this point, throbbing in my grasp, thick serpentine veins popping out along the shaft. Then he looked down at me & said, "Kiss it. Right on the cockhead." I paused for one second, thrilled at the thought but frozen in fear. I knew what was coming next. A kiss would lead to a lick, and then a suck. And then he would force the whole thing down my throat. Then I would become a cocksucker, a whore for him, nothing more. I bent down to that dark god of a cock, willing myself to follow this perverted path. I puckered my lips, staring up adoringly into Montell's hard, urging gaze. I made contact, kissing the purple, terrifyingly fat cockhead. My lips parted, my tongue touched it as well. I moaned in delight, and Montell shuddered a little. It pleased him too. I stayed there, rubbing my lips all over his pole, descending down the lengthy ladder of his shaft, climbing back up to the head, swelling over the cruel bulge, leaving a trail of saliva wherever I went. My daddy took my head gently between his hands & held me close, making me worship his manhood with my lips. I stuck out my tongue. I lapped at that enormous tool, that bitch-punishing tool. I only yearned to gratify it, make it feel good. At some point I would make it cum for me, fill my mouth with delicious, burning semen. But not yet - I had time to play & frolic, pleasure my need to serve my daddy. He pulled me down to the base of his cock, guiding my mouth over his clean- shaved balls, massive swelling chunks of fragrant flesh. I lapped at them, doing whatever he wanted. I tasted their unique flavor, yearned for more greedily. I laved his testicles with my tongue, reaching all the way beneath them to where they turned to smooth taint. "Make like a squirrel, bitch," he croaked. "And put the nuts in your mouth." "Mmmmmm," I purred as I slid one of those huge balls into my mouth with some difficulty, trying to be gentle but hungry for them as well. I slurped & suckled at them, overwhelmed by their reptilian, musky taste. Then I switched from one to the other, nursing at it as if my life depended on it (& did it not?). I was enthralled by the power of my sexy step-dad, exulting in his control over me. I sucked his balls & stroked his hardened cock at the same time, moaning & whining in delight. My daddy keep his hands locked on my head, fingers knotted in my hair, as I slurped my way back up his dominating sex-tool & back down again. When I came back up to the tip, he held me still there, mouth still attached to the head. "Now, bitch, you done played on that enough. Time for you to learn what cocksucking is really all about. Open yo' fucking mouth & get ready. Remember when I was using my fingers in there. Swallow & breathe. Don't panic. You bite me, & you're out of here. You'll walk home dressed in that fucking nightie. You think I'm not serious?" I couldn't really reply with that cockhead pressing against my lips. I could only moan my assent. I stretched my jaws open as wide I could, and the cockhead disappeared inside. He held me still right there at that point. "Easy, bitch. I'll let you get used to it for a bit. Then you gonna suck me like a two-dollar whore on the street. All the fucking way down. No complaints & no teeth." I tickled the tip of his cock with my tongue just to let him know I was willing. And then he pushed my head down onto his cock. The massive meat slid between my tongue & upper palate, pushing relentlessly towards the back of my throat. The bulge passed between my teeth, scraping against them it was so huge, but Montell didn't seem to mind. He didn't stop pushing until his cockhead was poking the back of my throat, and he just held me there. I felt a moment of panic, I couldn't breathe, he was choking me. I would suffocate trying to please him. But I remembered the invasion with his fingers, and tried to breathe through my nose, settle down. It worked, and the terror passed. My daddy held there for a really long time & let me back off & slide his cockhead out of my mouth. "See bitch? You can do it. Next time try sucking on it. Your job is to please any cock in your mouth, so you better learn to love it. God knows you gon' be sucking some mighty dicks soon enough." I nodded eagerly & craned open my mouth once again, blinking back the tears, leaving my hands resting on his widespread knees. I was submissive & I was willing for more degradation. I yearned to be treated like this, like a cocksucking slut. I had not ever been meant for anything before - now this was some sort of purpose for me, for my life. It reached inside my soul & just felt right for me. My mouth closed on that thick cockhead and my eyes shut as I drew back on it, squeezing it, sliding it back & forth, getting it wetter. I was sucking him now, sucking his cock & it was wonderful. Like back at summer camp, with Kevin, but so much fucking bigger & stronger. I was lost to my daddy, to his will, to his desire. "That's it, bitch," he growled, "I knew you'd get into it. Now deeper. Bring more into your mouth." I obeyed him, letting the head smack the back of my throat in my eagerness to draw him inside. It hurt & it choked & it gagged me, but I was loving it. I moved it around, pressing that thickness between tongue & palate, slurping it lovingly. Like I was drinking life out of it. I surely must have been. I never felt so vigorous or complete. "Good slut," Montell cooed, stroking my hair kindly. "Good little cocksucker. Your mouth belong to me now. You my bitch now." I groaned through my enormous mouthful & mooned up at my daddy. I was dragging that cockhead into my throat, trying to expand the hole back there to engulf him, to keep from gagging by focusing on my breath in my nostrils. I didn't want to let him out, not now, not yet. Not before I had tried to swallow his chunk whole. "Easy now, bitch," my daddy said, "Bring it down. Swallow that fucking cock. Right down the hatch." I closed my eyes, tears streaking down my cheeks, and swallowed with a mighty effort, and at last that huge cockhead passed through my throat into my esophagus. That turned out to be the easy part, of course. There was the gigantic fucking bulge after that, nine inches around or more. I was but a tiny kid, puny & weak - how could I accommodate that massive girth? Montell's hands locked on my head, and he pushed me down onto his length. It couldn't fit at all, but he was going to try anyways. I was not going to be freed until I had engulfed the lion's share of his manhood. Or was it the bitch's share? I was caught, five inches of cock jammed into my mouth and nine more to go, an immense swollen mass lodged at my tonsils. "Easy, bitch. Open that fucking pussy hole." I relaxed my shoulders and neck. I could feel the tension flow out of my body as I willed myself open for my daddy. It was the only way - to learn to love this treatment, to exult in a cocksucker's obligation. To suck as many as I was given. To pleasure him in every way I could. I was willing, I yearned to serve him. I would fucking swallow this immense python right now or die trying. And so I started to get it down. The thickness moved - it actually moved - down my throat-pipe. I felt like a weird snake, stretching to accommodate my master, my daddy. My neck must have looked strange, that huge bulge passing through as inch after inch was shoved into my esophagus. My daddy was continuing to push down on my head. He didn't let up until my lips were touching his belly & balls. I stuck out my tongue to swipe at his nuts, just to show off, & they jerked a little at the unexpected thrill. He held me there for what seemed to be forever, as tears were drizzling & my tummy jerked in pleasure. Then he let me off, and my head snapped back, releasing that entire enormous thing. Fourteen gigantic fucking inches popped out of my throat in a cascade of slimy strands of sputum, slippery ropes connecting my lips to his tool. I gasped for breath reflexively, drawing in deep breaths to make up for the loss of oxygen. Montell fisted his mighty rod and smacked it against my nose three times, each time making me jolt. Then he rubbed the spit-sodden mass against my face. He pulled my face back to his balls, and made me suckle on them again while he pumped his cock. "That's a nasty fucking whore," he growled approvingly. "You really came through didn't you, slut? It was close but you got that shit down!" I couldn't speak or even smile. My jaw hung open slackly, my throat was still all stretched out. "Leave your fucking mouth open, bitch. It'll keep your throat open - I ain't done in there yet, not by a long shot." I groaned to think that there would be further violations of my throat. That I had to get him off, make him cum for me. My heart was thrumming in excitement, purring in pleasance. I was falling in love with my big step-dad, consigning myself to be his slut-boy, his sex-toy, his fucking whore, good only for abusing & sharing with other cruelly sexy studs. I was a goddess of cock right then, and it felt so fucking good, despite the pain - or quite possibly because of it. He jammed himself back between his lips. "Faster now. Get that shit down yo' throat right now!" I moaned in delight as I found that fat, unrelenting tool passed down my ravaged throat much more easily, all fourteen inches buried inside my face in a matter of moments. He fucked his hips into my jaws as he sat there, pushing down on my head. I bobbed my head to keep up the motion, feeling the tears & saliva flowing. I felt amazing right now - powerful & super-competent. I was a cocksucker now, a good one, the best kind indeed. A cock-swallowing fucking deep-throat bitch. An oral pussy- boy for my daddy. And I intended to let him enjoy his acquisition. And he did, fucking my face on that couch while I knelt before him for twenty minutes or more. Until I was dizzy from lack of air and lust for cock. I was floating above myself in pleasure, beyond my body, achieving a spiritual state of being. A metaphysical cock-slut, an astral boy-whore. After the ordeal was over, Montell took a break, rubbing his soaking-wet cock all over my face as I panted beneath him. He stroked my chin with two fingers as he beamed down at me. "I'm so fucking proud of you, boy," he said with a smile, "I always thought you had potential to be a cock-slave, even when you were small. Just had to wait for your ass to get growed up, so I could test you out." "Lucky for me I stayed small for you, daddy," I managed to reply. "You sure did, bitch. Nice & small, like a little pocket slut. Oh shit, the studs I know are gonna love stuffing themselves into you. You know that, right?" "Yes, daddy. I want them to." "You gonna be a gangbang centerpiece. All depends on how many cocks I round up to destroy you. You gonna be fucked til you cry and then you gonna beg for more." "Mmmm, daddy. Please make me your slut," I said as I stroked my lips across his wet cockhead. "You want that shit, don't you, bitch? You actually want these studs to wreck you, huh? You gonna be sorry when they do. My dogs know how to punish a bitch. Make him regret everything." "Oh daddy. You guys can try as hard as you like. This is what I was meant to be, I know it. I never felt so right in my life" He stroked my hair. "Maybe so, slut. Maybe so. Got another test for your bitch throat." He grabbed me as he stood & dragged me bodily over to a leather ottoman, laying me on my back across it, head hanging off the edge of the cushion. "Hold your ankles apart, nice & wide. Like a pretty little bitch showing off." "Okay, daddy. I feel so open right now." He stood back and regarded me for a moment. Then he pulled out a camera & circled me lying there, snapping photos of me from different angles, looking at my spread-open & helplessly exposed butt-hole (I hadn't started shaving down there yet, but I only had very light body hair at the time), my half-hard cock and tightened, barely fuzzy nuts, my submissively hanging head & willing mouth. "That's it, slut. Look at the camera like you want it to butt-fuck you. Good, good. Lick your lips very slowly. Pout like a bitch. Little fuck-kitten. Nice." I posed for him, adoring the feeling of being wide-open, submissive, wanting my daddy to train my slutty body. Montell reached back into the end table's drawer, pulling out a piece of clear plastic, about eight inches long and two across with a flat base below a fat bulge. He drizzled some of his lube all over it. "Little slutty butt-hole like yours is begging for something inside. So we'll fill it up with something nice for now." "Oh daddy, please. I want my ass open for you." He fingered my exposed hole, getting it wet with lube. The thick tip of his finger slipped inside lovingly & twitched there. "You'll like this, not like my cock at all. That will fucking make you cry. This butt-plug is nice for bitches though. Helps train them." He pushed the tip of the plug against my shit-door, twisting it a little as it entered, spreading me open bigger than his one finger, but not as big as his fist-sized cockhead would. "Mmmmm, daddy. Yessssssss." Montell started to grope my mostly hard cock as he moved the butt-plug back & forth, getting me accustomed to it. The deeper the toy the more open it spread me, and more wonderful it felt. I was really meant to be this way, loose & willing at both ends. A helpless whore for black cocks. It was my destiny. Finally my daddy planted all eight inches of the plug inside my rectum, the bulge tightly squeezing my butt-hole apart, its girth fixing it in place. Montell stepped back & took more photos, shining a bright light at the clear plastic base so he could see the red-pink of my insides. He made me stroke my cock & balls for him, head lolling back still, face awash in sensual delight. Then he set up a tripod and attached a camera to it, aiming it to show my whole body in the frame. It must have been taking a video of whatever degradation would ensue, and I realized a bit delayed that all this would be perfect blackmail material, were I to demure from serving my stern daddy. "Yeah, bitch. Get yo'self all jacked up for your degradation. You a total slut not - just good for abuse, but always willing for more. You beat your bitty meat until you get more, don't you?" He stood there looking at me jacking off, moaning in delight, quivering in whorish pleasure. I could see him double-fisting his massive cock back to full erection, getting ready to abuse me further. "Keep your head back, slut. Mouth open wide. You're a pussy-boy to be used by a stud. You want only to serve big black cocks. "Yesssss, daddy," I mewled, trying to obey him. The position was awkward, and keeping my head thrown back like that was starting to make me a bit dizzy. Leaving my mouth open too was causing me to drool a bit, the spit draining off my upper lip & onto my face. "Nasty fucking whore is going to learn what a real face-fucking feels like. Grab your ankles again and hold yourself wide open. Don't you fucking move. Open that pussy mouth wide & think loose thoughts." I was trembling inside in fear of what he had planned for me. He knelt beside my head, his huge cock reaching out for me like a thick forearm. He leaned in & the fat cockhead touched my open lips. It shocked me a bit to feel it, like he was live with electricity. I poked my tongue out & lashed the tip, moaned a bit to feel him there, knowing I was to be plundered, ripped open, stretched out. And knowing that it couldn't happen soon enough. He did something weird first before plunging in. He tipped up the bottom of sex lube and drizzled it into my mouth. It was slightly sweet and very plasticky, not the greatest taste. "Hold that there, bitch. Let me push it down your throat. Get you all slick for a real man to fuck. Face-fucking little whore." I closed my eyes as he paused there, cock resting on my lips, teasing me. Then with a lunge of his hips, he was in, cockhead pushed through the lube all the way to the back of my throat. Again, he paused there, pressing against the resistance, but challenging it yet. A bit of lube squeezed out of my mouth & ran down my cheek. "Aw yeah, you bitch. Get ready! On three!" I winced to hear it. I knew what was coming. He wanted me to dread it as much as desire that invasion. To fear him, but to fear not serving his lust even more. "One," he said, and continued to wait, pushing insistently. He wrapped his hands around my stretching throat, getting himself ready. I could hear time passing like a throb in my balls. "Two," he continued, drawing back a bit, nestling his cockhead against the back of my teeth. Oh, the anticipation! It was killing me inside! Then he thrust forward suddenly, skipping three. I could feel my body resisting, seemingly unwilling to give again despite my vulnerable position. Then it all went down, penetrating the hollow of my throat with a devastating blow, expanding my esophagus as that massive cock plunged through it. In a moment, his huge naked nuts were resting on my eyes, smothering my face. All fourteen inches were buried in my body, the cockhead deep inside my food-pipe, craning towards my stomach. He pushed & pushed with all his might, as if it could go deeper. Then he backed up a bit, not too much, maybe four inches, broad head & bulge still submerged in my body. He held me by throat as I got myself together enough to breathe through my nose. "Yeah, bitch-boy. Now you got it. Open that pussy for me! Here comes the face- fucking!" And face-fuck he did, pumping his hips into my jaws, cock fully lodged in my throat, dominating it, stretching it apart. My tongue as trapped, useless. There was no possibility of slurping or sucking on that immense tube of manhood. Just will myself open & take his abuse. The lube tasted nasty, but it really did help him move back & forth, easing that traumatic passage. He fucked & fucked for a few minutes, the drew himself completely out, bringing with him a slimy gush of saliva & lube that careened down my face, onto my eyes, over my forehead. I gulped a big breath as best I could, then opened up again. He certainly would want more, & I was not opposed either. It was really pretty exciting to be made such a slut. I yearned for more, hoping it all would be crowned with a glorious burst of sperm... In & out he went, face-fucking me deeply for a few minutes, then back out to rest & breathe. Then back in for more tormenting pleasure. Sometimes, he leaned forward so just his huge balls were against my mouth and I slurped on one or the other while I weakly jerked his powerful erection. Other times he made me suckle on just the cockhead hungrily. Then he grabbed my stiffened cock & balls and used them to lever himself back down my throat, fucking me forcefully painfully masterfully. Using me like a totally subservient whore, until he was had had enough. Then he backed off to the couch and sat down again, cock & balls streaming with slippery ropes of sputum. "Get over here, on the floor, and make this cock cum, you fucking bitch." I was left in a weakening state, gasping for full breaths, body nearly paralyzed with exertion. Gingerly, I rolled onto my knees on the floor, then collected myself enough to crawl abjectly over to my daddy's feet. I couldn't close my mouth even though my jaws were aching. I couldn't have made an articulate sound I was so battered inside. "Time for your drink, you whore. Get those hands & mouth working on my cock now!" I knelt between his legs & reached up to service him, working both hands on his impossibly-thick pole. I remembered how the porn bitches had twisted their grip when jacking a cock, so I tried that motion as well. I thrust about four or five inches of his pole into my mouth & slurped on it luxuriantly, bobbing my head up & down to better please him. And please him I did, because five minutes later, he grabbed my head and held me still, growling & groaning. "Oh shit, bitch! Oh shit, here it fucking cums!" And then he exploded, his huge balls convulsed & out fountained a massive thick jet of spooge, lashing me across the face. He guided me closer, & the next burst shot straight into my yawning mouth. Three more pulses followed and I could taste something powerful & pungent, thick & wonderful. I sloshed it around in my mouth, savoring it on my tongue. Then I swallowed it right down eagerly, enjoying the humiliation & the sensation. I looked up at my daddy & opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue so he could see my mouth was empty. Montell beamed down at me, caressing my chin & stroking my hair. "Such a good little slut. A natural cocksucker. You took that long fucker all the way down & didn't fight it once." I couldn't reply. There was no voice in there. My eyes twinkled in pleasure though. "Ima hafta get you lots of big cocks to serve. You born for that. You gonna need it every day." I nodded, still grinning, the cum on face starting to drip down my cheeks. "I like the sound of that, daddy," I said very quietly. He ruffled my hair and pulled my head down onto his bare thigh, placing his hand there comfortingly. "I'll bet you do, slut. You mouth crazy & talented as fuck." "Can I stay here tonight & suck you off a few more times?" "Oh bitch. I wish you could. But you got to get back home soon. Your mom will wonder what I was getting you into. She knows about me & little white bitch-boys." "I don't care about her. I just want to be who I am." "You will be. And you should always care about your mom. Even if she doesn't understand you right now. She'll come around soon enough. And you're pretty much old enough to be on your own right now." I lifted my hand & looked up at my daddy. "You mean that? I can decide where I live for myself?" "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, bitch. You still gotta long way to go before you fully trained. We'll discuss it later. Not now." "Okay, daddy. I understand." "Right. For now, you mind your mother, and do your schoolwork. Be a kid still, then grow up." "It's tough. There's not much for me out there without you." "There's plenty out there, you just not old enough to realize it yet. You a precious jewel in a world full of daddies. All of them love theyselves a sweet little guy like you." "I am not a precious jewel! Don't be silly, daddy." Montell's brow creased & he scooped me up onto his lap, his softened cock was pressing wetly into my bare thigh. He wrapped his arms around you. "You're used to selling yourself short, little guy. Lord knows, I know that good bitches are hard to find. I'm never gonna let the right one get away ever again. Not even if he doesn't know to value himself." "You mean that, daddy? That you want to keep a boy for your own?" "I said you could be my boy. Meant it. You just gotta grow up & learn some things first." I rested my head on his broad chest & just melted into his embrace. I was a limp noodle by then, exhausted, strained past capacity, but kind of burning in love for my big, powerful ex-step-dad. I closed my eyes & sighed. What could be more perfect than this? We sat like that for a long time, him stroking my back & thighs, me dozing off lanquidly. Finally he saw the clock. "Well shit, bitch. We got to get you home now. Lemme find your clothes." I climbed reluctantly off his lap. "I feel too cute to take home now," I said in smiling defiance. "You cute all right, little slut. But you still got to go home. C'mon now, get dressed & I'll drive you back." He handed me a bundle of my clothes and I stripped off the negligee. I removed the collar with great reluctance. Then I climbed back to average mediocrity, the passing normal of my shorts & t-shirt. I was back to being just an everyday lad, but I was all new inside. My desires were right for once, in perfect alignment. "You ride your bike over here? Let's load it up now." "Okay, daddy. Oh, here, don't you want your butt-plug back? You can take it out of me if you like." "No no, bitch," he said with a wink, "You keep that. You need to practice with it every day. Just for an hour or so, lube it up first & wear it under your clothes. You'll be ready for me in no time." "I want that, daddy. You can use me again some time." "I know that, bitch. I know it," my daddy said, squeezing my hand warmly. "Let's get you home now." I melted under his arm & we walked out back to his garage, where he held the door open for me to climb in. Then he wheeled me back to my house. It wasn't too late, just past dark. I was exhausted by my lessons and was ready to hit the sack. "You have a good night, Ewan. We'll try to get you back over this weekend, okay. You need to rest up, get your strength back. You're an eager pupil, fun to show the ropes." I squeezed Montell's hand tenderly. "Daddy, thank you so much for a perfect evening. I feel amazing." "That's good to hear, baby. Remember what I said about minding your mother. Be good, do your schoolwork. You'll earn your reward soon enough." "Yes, daddy. I will." He took my hand and kissed the back nicely. "No big kisses out here, okay. Just a peck on the cheek for your daddy. You'll get more than your share when you come back." "Yes, daddy." Obeying him, landing a goodbye kiss on his cheek. I was yearning for more already. But I understood. I climbed out of the car & walked up to my mother's house, absolutely floating inside. I didn't even miss my goodnight kiss. Everything else had been perfect. How could I complain at this point? I went upstairs and shrugged out of my clothes. Then I took a nice shower and found some cough drops. Was starting to feel pretty sore by now. Maybe I ought to make some hot tea or something? Nah, I was too beat. I switched off the light & crawled into bed, thrumming in my soul, wondering pleasantly about the future to come. Maybe for the first time ever. I was out cold within five minutes, too tired to even replay that wonderful evening in my mind.