Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2010 01:52:55 -0800 (PST) From: Vincent Vincent Subject: Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 9 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 9 Alexi couldn't have been happier with how nicely everything was falling into place. He had both father and son locked into chastity, unable to achieve any sexual pleasure without his assistance. Each was falling deeper and deeper into submission in his own way. He couldn't wait for the next phase to fall into place. But Alexi knew that the best plans required patience and fortunately, he was a very patient man. There was plenty to keep him busy. He had to coordinate schedules with the frat boys to insure that Ryan was nearly always too busy in service to keep up in his own workload at school. It wasn't that he wanted Ryan to fail; Alexi understood that fags like Ryan needed to focus on their true talents. If the boy were to get sidetracked by believing that he'd be happy with the things society told him would make him happy, being "successful" in the world of business, Ryan would be a complete and total mess by middle age, fucking miserable and wondering what was wrong with him because he didn't want what he was supposed to want. Alexi had seen it before with other fags. He really was doing the kid a favor. A huge favor. And then there was Tyler. Alexi chuckled at how interesting this adventure had gotten. He never would have anticipated that he'd own and control a straight guy. It was such a power trip training him to become a fagwhore. And Alexi knew that eventually Tyler would be a faggot, lusting over men's cocks because they were the only means of sexual gratification he'd ever experience. Just like a prison bitch. It was simply a matter of time and patience. Putting the ad in Craigslist was creating some overhead in weeding through the bullshit to find men truly interested in the services offered. He'd decided to post in "Casual Encounters" rather than "Men Seeking Men" because he wanted Ty's clients to be straight men, not queers who top. Alexi would save that for later: straight Tyler serving as a queer's cocksucker. Tyler's submission would continue to deepen. He had been able to bring home a surprising amount of small change from these guys; apparently his skills as a suckhole were progressing -- another benefit of the chastity gear. There was also a lot of changes Alexi made to the plans for the house. Most of them centered around the area separating the two bedrooms. Originally there were large walk-in closets separating them, but Alexi has reengineered the plans to accommodate a small cell. It was just large enough for a twin-sized mattress. There were two entrances, crawl-ins from each of the two closets. Alexi set up the room so that it could be completely dark or lit up well enough for the installed cameras (both video and snapshot) to capture what was going on. He also installed gear to make the room internet-accessible. All of which would be useful later. Alexi looked at his watch. It was in between Ryan's classes so Alexi sent him a text. "I want my feet cleaned. Be here within 20 minutes or the 30 days start over again." It was now day 29. Alexi and the frat boys had planned this carefully. At the beginning of the 30 days, they'd give Ryan something to do, some service to perform, every day or two. But as time progressed, their demands became increasingly difficult and time-intensive. As Ryan had invested more and more days of chastity, his need to reach that 30-day became all the stronger and there was greater incentive to make sure his three superiors were all kept happy. At this stage, he was kept busy nearly all day and night. Mitchell and Duncan even decided to have the faggot clean up the frat house. Alexi would have to ask how well that went. He would have loved to have seen how the rest of the frat treated a fagbitch housekeeper. They had also demanded that Ryan take care of any school assignments. These guys were not stupid. They knew they had to know the material to pass tests. But it was great to have a faggot take care of the drudgery of writing whatever reports or assignments were due. He was told that any grade below a "B" would be cause to restart the 30 day clock. So Ryan had little time for his own studies. And Ryan was about to miss any more exams scheduled for today. Alexi heard a car pull up the driveway and a humble knock on the side door. "Come on in, dickbreath." "Yes, Sir. Thank You for allowing me the chance to tongue-wash Your feet, Sir." Alexi could actually hear the ever-growing reverence in the dick-lover's voice. "Get to work. Show Me why God gave you a tongue. And finger-fuck your pussy while you're at it, whorehole." Neither Alexi, Mitchell or Duncan had shown any interest in fucking Ryan, so his cherry had yet to be opened by anything more than his own finger. "Yes, Sir." Ryan started licking and sucking the soles of Alexi's feet while he slid his finger up his ass and played with his prostate, furthering his hunger for a hard-on. Alexi smiled and looked over the latest responses to Tyler's ad. He'd make the phone calls later, once Ryan wasn't in earshot. Listening to Ryan moan, Alexi decided it was time to further the boyslave's frustration and drive him fucking crazy. "Climb on my bed, cuntface, on your goddamn stomach., legs and arms spread." Alexi followed the well-trained slave who instinctively crawled into the bedroom and climbed on the bed. Alexi locked his wrists and ankles at the corners before pulling out some electrical gear and an evil-looking buttplug. He held the plug in front of Ryan's face. "This plug, faggot, is conductive. I've got the gear here to send currents of electricity up your faghole. You've been such a good little slave that I'm going to reward you with a fantastic fuck. Of course, it'd feel even better if you were allowed to get hard or to get off, but that's just the luck of the draw, queerhole. Now be a good boy and kiss this plug to show your gratitude for the fuck it's about to provide you." By looking at Ryan's face, Alexi knew he understood immediately the agony he was about to endure. The agony of pleasure without any chance of release. The mind-boggling frustration of not even being able to get fully erect as he got fucked. With only his finger fucking his hole when allowed, his prostate rarely got any attention. This was going to drive him completely nuts. Ryan started to sob as he humbly kissed the electric plug. Alexi used special conductive lubricant on the plug and on Ryan's hole. This kept the surfaces moist longer than mere water and would keep the current strong for hours and hours. He slid the plug up Ryan's virgin ass and pushed It in to the base, hearing Ryan's reflexive grunts. Alexi set the current very low and turned on the juice. He then started fiddling with the controls. "There are all kinds of adjustments I can make here to vary the experience from painful agony to exquisite delight. This isn't a punishment, suckslave, so I'm making it the smoothest and sexiest fuck a faggot could hope for. When the current is on, bitchboy, your ass muscles contract against the plug, pushing it deeper inside you. When the current stops, the muscles relax and the plug pulls back. You'll be fucking yourself with this handy device for a good long while. "I'm adjusting the current to a specific setting. Nothing too jarring, just a nice pleasant scratch for that insatiable itch inside you. The pace of the fuck will change randomly, as will the intensity of the current. So it will feel like lots of different guys are screwing your virgin fuckhole. Now show your gratitude and thank me for being so thoughtful, faghole." Ryan gasped from the sensations. "Oh, God, Sir. It hurts so much and feels so damn good. I can't tell any more, Sir, where pain ends and pleasure begins." "That's exactly where a slaveboy should be, faggot. Where pain and pleasure are one and the same."

"Then thank You, Sir, for teaching me this valuable lesson." Ryan then moaned a deep animalistic cry and sobbed into the mattress. Alexi couldn't wait to see what he was going to be like after a few hours. Alexi went back to the living room to arrange Tyler's service schedule, making it a point to keep tomorrow night open. Alexi had big plans for tomorrow night. It took about 90 minutes to answer all the phone calls and schedule his bitch's appointments. He had a nice, leisurely supper, then went back into the bedroom and sat at the head of the bed, straddling Ryan's skull and listening to his incessant moans from the overstimulation and confusion of pain and pleasure. "Present, faggot." Ryan stuck out his tongue, whimpering as he knew how much deeper this torment was about to become. Alexi gently placed his full but flaccid prick on Ryan's tongue. Ryan sobbed in response. The frustration of being unable to get hard and enjoy this magnificent rape of his ass was now compounded with his Master's fantastic cock just laying on his eager tongue while he was forbidden to suck or lick it. His entire being was frustration and emptiness. He was nothing but a gaping hole, both physically and emotionally. Ryan let go of everything inside him and sobbed, completely broken. Watching this response made Alexi's cock get hard. Ryan felt the erection on his tongue and his hunger intensified, deepening this spiral into something he'd never felt before. Alexi was carefully observing. Ryan was losing any sense of an objective state, unable to think about anything, unable to do anything, but simply "be" in this state of utter helplessness. He was letting go of any thoughts of time and space, of tomorrow or yesterday, and completely engulfed in the sensations flooding him: frustration, hunger, desire. Alexi watched Ryan start to hump the mattress, adding to his own torture as the pinpricks ate into the base of his encaged but swollen prick. This was exactly what Alexi had read about in his research and just what he was waiting for. One word was all that was needed to make Ryan's transformation complete. "Suck." Ryan gasped and immediately swallowed Alexi's hard-on, moaning in pleasure. Alexi's prick was now the sole source of Ryan's joy. Alexi's dick was his savior. Ryan worshipped the delicious cock inside his mouth, caressing every millimeter of flesh, moaning in ecstasy. Alexi tested the waters by backing away from Ryan, as if to get up and abandon him. Ryan's response was a frantic sucking of Alexi's cock, desperate for Alexi to stay and continue to feed him. The pathetic pleading of his moans was so fucking hot, Alexi decided to continue and enjoy this new level of power he had over his slave, but first he slid farther back, anticipating Ryan's reflexive desperation. "What's the matter, slaveboy? Do you need something?" Ryan moaned around Alexi's cock. "I can't understand you, suckface. Speak clearly." Ryan slid Alexi's dick to the side of his mouth and mumbled his response. "Please, Sir, don't leave. I need Your prick, Sir." Alexi gently caressed the back of Ryan's head, making him moan in pleasure. "Something like that, slaveboy, needs to be shouted, don't you think? Tell my dick how much you want it. Convince it to stay awhile." "Oh, God, Sir. I love Your dick, Sir. I need Your dick, Sir. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOUR FUCKING DICK, SIR!!!" Yes, Ryan was now truly fucking his. Alexi scooted forward, leaned back and enjoyed the ride.