Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2018 03:34:30 +0000 From: whipped@protonmail.com Subject: A Maricon Chapter 7 Do not read if you are under eighteen. All individuals in this story are over eighteen. Never do anything like this in real life. This is fiction and not based on real events or people. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Again, no sex in this chapter. Mr Lopez will be back if I keep writing the story, but he isn't in this chapter. "A Maricon" Chapter 7 Jay woke up in a different place than he had fallen asleep. He felt groggy and realized he must have been drugged or something. It was completely dark, but he could feel the heavy shock collar wrapped around his throat and a dull pain that must have come from some kind of shot or something in his side. All he was wearing was his underwear. His arms were lifted up high above his head and held up by what he realized had to be chains or shackles. They jingled when he tried to get them down. His whole body ached. His legs were also chained. He could move them more than his arms, but after fifteen minutes of struggle he realized there was no way he was getting out of any of the chains. He screamed himself hoarse in the dark and nobody came. He thought it had to be a nightmare and tried to make himself wake up. He didn't. Albert Davis Albert Davis was one of the most successful prosperity gospel preachers in the state. He went from living in a trailer in his teens to partial ownership of a private jet and a fifteen million dollar estate all by preaching. He also got himself a beautiful trophy wife and three sons out of the church. Nobody would ever call his boys white trash. Albert Davis was no fool. He knew his wife Katy was with him for money and that was just fine. He was 5'10, 250 pounds, 57 years old, and gray haired. He would take what he could get. Besides, Katy let him have his fun. Albert met Tony Lopez when Tony applied to landscape Albert's estate. Albert hadn't intended to give him the contract until he sweetened the deal. Tony asked to use the restroom and while he was gone, his little blonde Latina wife came over and sat on Albert's desk. Then she reached down, grabbed his cock through his pants, and looked at him. He got hard instantly and she dropped to her knees and blew him right there. At his work desk. It was only the beginning. Tony seemed to have a never ending supply of college aged girls. Most were Mexican, but some were Asian. Like clockwork, every Saturday at six am, one would show up at the basement door. They'd stay until Tony was done that evening and then go with him. And they all sucked Albert's dick and let him enjoy their tight little pussies. When Albert heard about Jay, he found it hard to believe. A female spic or slanty eye sucking dick and taking it up the ass was one thing. A wealthy white boy doing it seemed beyond belief. And that he willingly enslaved himself to Lopez seemed even crazier. Albert had to see it for himself. He paid Lopez ten thousand for the boy, with the understanding that Lopez would take the slave back or get rid of him when Albert grew bored. Jay When the lights went on, I realized I was in a basement. There was someone walking behind me. I couldn't get my head around to see them though. There was what looked like a home movie theatre setup across from me. Maybe Mr. Lopez moved me? But where? Then I felt a meaty hand on my right shoulder. It began running all over my body as the other arm wrapped around my neck and held me still. The voice whispered, "Slaves, obey your human masters with fear and trembling and with sincere devotion." It sounded familiar. The voice spoke again, "Slaves, be submissive to your masters with all fear, not only to the good and gentle, but also to the harsh." I recognized the voice then. It was Pastor Davis. He let go of me then and I heard him walk away. Then he came back, this time in front of me. He had a knife in his hand. It was really him. Pastor Davis. Standing in front of me in a white button up and khaki pants. Why was he here? What was the knife for? He spoke, this time with the deep commanding voice that made him famous. He said: I bought you from your master, boy. Ten thousand dollars for a well educated healthy and athletic white boy. You're a reward to me from above for doing so much good. You chose slavery so you could be here today as my property. You are my reward. I started to shake my head and reply and he slapped me hard across the face. Then he continued, "Slaves speak when spoken to and no other time. The Bible says I can't take your eye without freeing you, but I could take your tongue. Or just keep you gagged boy. I gulped. He was crazy. This couldn't be right. Then I realized what the knife was for or could be for and shut up. He ran the blade up and down my chest and body and around my neck. He let it prick my skin twice, just enough for blood to well up. Then he brought it to my cock. I felt it touch my dick through my underwear and started trying to pull away. He glared at me and I froze. The blade went through the fold in the middle. I felt it touch my thigh. Then it went up and sliced the top half of my underwear off up to the waist band. Then down. And so on. Until I was naked and the underwear gone except for the waistband. Then he reached his meaty hand out and fondled my cock and balls. I couldn't help it. I started crying. He paused and looked up at me. I expected him to slap me or hit me, but he didn't. He stepped back. I saw him walk to a table and grab a remote. The screen on the far wall became lit up from a projector. It was me on it. I watched my meetings with Mr. Lopez and his friends then. Cameras in the living room, bedrooms, and bathroom had filmed everything. I watched as I knelt the first time and choked on his cock. I saw him spit on me. I saw myself come back and do it again, even after I was hit. I saw myself being used by the Mexican men as a fuckhole as they laughed and mocked me. I saw Abundio's fat body dripping sweat on me as he rutted inside me like an animal. I saw myself pounded into the bed and spit on and even pissed on. Then I saw myself with the box from the pornstore calling myself Mr. Lopez's slave and property. Pastor Davis turned around when the film was over. I saw a bulge in his khaki pants that hadn't been there before. He walked back over to me and then spoke: If you were free boy, that would have been sin. The Bible says that if a man has sexual relations with another male as he would with a woman, both have committed a repulsive act.They are certainly to be put to death. But slaves aren't people. You were never meant to be free. You were born a slave. What did you call yourself? I whispered back, "Esclavo. Propiedad." He nodded. Then he reached out and ran his hands on my chest. He spoke again, his deep voice firm: A slave. Property. Not human. No more human than that sofa or chair. My property, as God willed it. He led you there to come here. You were his property. Now you're mine. Understand? I looked at Pastor Davis. I had been free. Headed to college. Rich. Athletic. Now I was chained in a basement and had been sold to another man. I had been fucked and sucked dick. Drank pee. He was right. Nobody would do that on their own. I wasn't worthy to be free. I nodded. Then I said, meaning it, "Yes, master."