Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2010 20:38:34 -0800 (PST) From: Vincent Vincent Subject: Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 22 First, the disclaimers. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, Copyright 2010. The narrative that follows did not happen to me or to anyone else I know. The characters in the story, like myself, are all of legal age. Don't contact Me to meet these slaves. DO contact Me if you want to become one of these slaves. Also contact me with any praise, criticism, or suggestions. All feedback is good. Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 22 Alexi was really enjoying life with 2 live-in fagslaves. Dinners were a particular joy. One night, the faggots prepared "an indoor cookout" for the men: hot dogs, hamburgers, fries, corn-on-the-cob. Alexi chuckled remembering how much more work this was than they'd anticipated. They had to make sure the corn was buttered and salted before serving it to the Men. During the meal, Duncan had no more ketchup on his plate for his fries. Rather than reach for it, he told the faggots, rightfully so, that they had failed to keep his plate full and their dinners would be tossed in the trash. From that night forward, none of the Men ever had to ask for anything ever again. Glasses kept full of beverage (and ice, if appropriate). Plates kept full of not only food, but even condiments. The men never had to reach or ask for anything; the faggots were their dinner slaves. After such exemplary service, Alexi rewarded the two faggots with a visit to a tattoo and piercing parlor and had them appropriately marked. Each had rings installed in their noses to make them look more like cattle than people. They also had rings put in their nipples. The fagboy nearly shot its load when the needle tore through its nips. Alexi also ringed their fagdicks so as to install more hard-core chastity gear. And then He had them inked. "F A G B O Y" and "F A G D A D" on their foreheads. Down the insides of their arms: "O B E D I E N C E" on the left, "S E R V I T U D E" on the right. He got slave registry numbers for them and had their bar codes inked on their chests. And, rather than lock a chain around their necks, he had a steel collar inked around each of their necks instead. Beautiful and realistic, they looked like thick heavy metal and would be nearly impossible to laser off. These bitches were now permanently and irrevocably marked as slaves, unable to cover up and pass as people in the everyday world. Every time they looked at themselves in the mirror or looked at each other, they were reminded of their place as minions. It fed their submission beautifully. They were by now comfortable referring to themselves and each other by their new names and by using "it" instead of "me" or "he". They saw themselves as mere objects for the use of their superiors. There had been a problem with their use online. Alexi had set up a 10-hour shift each day for 5 days, varying the times so they'd be available for different parts of the world. The commands they were given varied from playing with each other's flesh (their cocks were kept in their cages so they couldn't jerk themselves, or each other, off), to slapping or spanking each other. Pretty boring, routine shit, made even more routine because it was always the same computer-generated voice which the faggots heard over and over again. This made them see their online service as a chore, and their more creative use by their live-in Superiors as their reward. All was well until the 5th day. The fagdad had been given the order to put the fagboy over its knee and spank it. The fagdad obeyed. But the client wouldn't let it stop. The fagboy's ass was deeply red, the fagdad's hand was burning; they were both begging the client for mercy, but he wouldn't budge. (Alexi looked up the client's ip address and found him to be somewhat local. He wondered if it was somebody who used to work with Tyler.) After over two hours of non-stop spanking, the fagdad eventually just stopped, disobeying the client. Alexi knew this could not go unpunished. So he put a letter of apology on the website and refunded the client his money for that session. Alexi announced that there would be a change in the site starting the following week. The faggots were told they would be punished, but they weren't given any description of what to expect. They spent the next two days in near terror, wondering what kind of consequences they'd have to endure. By the time the next session was to start, Alexi had installed hoists in the cell for their new video performance. The faggots were hung by their wrists, facing each other with about 30 inches between them. Their left feet were on the ground, but each of their right ankles hung from the other's nuts. This meant that not only would they both be balancing on one leg, but that they'd constantly be trying to lift their right leg to keep from pulling painfully on each other's balls. Alexi placed electrical pads on their bodies: one on each nut, one on each ass cheek. A positive and negative on the soles of each of their feet. A positive lead wire was wrapped around the rings piercing their fagdicks; the matching negative was attached to the lead of the plug slid up their fuckholes. Their nips were left alone, Alexi didn't want to take any chances with electricity that close their little faggot hearts. In the seconds before the site was to go up, Alexi explained the new rules to his fagslaves: "The site runs as it did before. Anyone can watch, but payers can direct. Each of these electrode pairs is plugged into My computer. A random timer from anywhere between 1 second to 30 seconds will separate the currents. A current will run on a random set of wires, but it will be the same set on both faggots' bodies. How long each current lasts will also be set randomly, somewhere between 1 second and 1 minute. This means sometimes there may well be two or more currents running through faggot flesh. "As before, the strength of the current will be based on viewership. But this time, the more viewers, the stronger the current. A client has the option to pay to increase the strength of the current even further. He can also pay a little more to direct where the current will flow or to lengthen the duration of the current up to 3 minutes. And there's nothing either of the faggots can do but suffer for the amusement of anonymous superiors, never even knowing who they are." He then left them to enjoy the next 10 hours, watching from his own video feed. Viewership started as it had the week prior, but within an hour had shot up considerably. Once somebody logged in, Alexi noticed they tended to stay. This meant the voltage tearing through the faggots' flesh was increasing throughout their shift. By the end of the 10 hours, they were hoarse from their agonizing screams. They begged their unseen captors for mercy, but none was forthcoming. The faggots learned just how cruel real men can be to parasites like them. Alexi ate it up. When their shift was over, he unfastened them, gently caressing them as he did so. That small act of kindness was all it took for them to worship his feet as they fell to the ground. He led them into his bedroom and allowed them to worship His cock, balls, and shithole. All prior blowjobs paled in comparison. He told them that given the incredible rise in income, this would be the site's new venue. They would be tortured like this every shift. But he would lower the shifts to twice a week plus any additional shifts as punishment for disobeying any of the men of the house. Alexi and the fratboys also loved living like slobs knowing the faggots would clean up any mess they made. When the fratboys came in from gym, they'd just toss their sweaty clothes on the floor on the way to their room; the faggots followed closely behind to pick everything up and toss it in the cell. The cell smelled ripe between all the dirty clothes held there during the day, Alexi's morning piss on the walls and mattress, and the filth of the faggots themselves. The men decided the faggots should clean themselves using each other's piss. Each would lather up as the other pissed all over it. They also continued to give each other enemas every afternoon to be clean should any of the men wish to fuck their holes. They shared the most intimate of bodily functions with each other. The faggots had no use for pride or privacy. And then there was the sex. How fucking wonderful it was having not one but two insatiable whores offering their tongues, mouths, throats, and assholes for constant use. Alexi loved having a faggot on each of his feet all night while he watched TV, knowing they hoped for more later. He also loved just laying his prick on the fagboy's tongue all night, a handy urinal when he needed to piss, and a completely desperate whore should he just say the one word, "suck". He also loved to have the two of their tongues dancing on His skin for hours ... clean out his pits and his hole after a hard day's work at his clients' homes. The fagboy had truly become an insatiable suckwhore. It was a fiendish protocol Alexi had set up, allowing its prick to be uncaged while sucking the Men off. This meant that it wouldn't be able to cum because its prick and prostate were getting no stimulation. Getting fucked would do that, but because its prick was caged during fucks (except for those rare moments when both its holes were skewered at once), the orgasms were painful and experienced without a full hard-on. The result: the fagboy was total pussy in both its holes. Constantly begging to suck one of the Men, and when fucked, cumming without a hard-on, seed flowing from the milking of its prostate. And then there was painpig fagdad. It was now time it was told how its hunger for a hard-on would train its submission even further. Alexi called it into His office. "I know it's been a couple of weeks since the fagdad was last offered the chance to cum. It had 8 minutes to use and since it wasn't man enough to fuck the fagboy, those 8 minutes were wasted. Has there been a desire to be released since then?" Fagdad nodded, its head submissively facing the floor. It felt unworthy to look a man in the face or to speak without need. Nice. Alexi fucking loved that kind of debasing submission. "It's aware that the fagboy has been allowed to get hard when sucking any of us off. I'm glad to see that fagdad's been smart enough not to complain that we hadn't offered it the same compensation. We've worked hard to fine tune the training we wish it to receive. I'm sure it will be relieved to know we've come to a decision. "Duncan and Mitchell were both impressed at its ability to get off on being a punching bag. When I raped its hole while back, I too was pleased to see how well it eroticized My abuse. So we've made that its stimulation stimulus: whenever any of us are about to beat it, either by punching, kicking, or a hard rape of its hole, its fagdick will be free to get hard. The fagdad will learn to cum from getting beaten, trained to be our punching bag fag." The fagdad nodded and realized the need to show its gratitude. "Thank You, Master, for the opportunity to better train to serve You. And for the opportunity to be allowed erections, even ... no, Master, ESPECIALLY," the fagdad emphasized, "while being painfully abused by real Men. Teach this fagdad to be a completely depraved pain pig." "The fagdad shouldn't worry. From what Mitchell and Duncan told me, tomorrow will reach new depths of depravity and pain." Alexi made sure his grin was super-friendly as he looked down at his fagdad. He suspected that although it never looked him in the face, it saw his expressions from the corner of its eyes. He hoped so. He wanted that friendly smile and those menacing words to eat into its fagslave soul during the night.